I Fucking LOVED The Divergent Series And I Still Do So If Any Of Ya Know Of Any Divergent Fanfics Send

I fucking LOVED the divergent series and I still do so if any of ya know of any Divergent fanfics send 'em

You started the battle and I started AND FINISHED a war. Now suck it boiii

free him

the redraw from twt! (Childe's arms must be from throwing all those arrows with his bare hands lmao)

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Bruh I'd use my WORST enemies and be like "I wish I had the ability to live forever" That way ANYBODY that wrongs me or that I hate/gets in my bad side would give me their life for and end up dying for my benefit.

It's like being a vampire but with more perks lmao

“I will grant you a wish. BUT… your gain will be someone else’s loss. If you want riches, someone will be stripped of theirs. If you want health, someone will fall ill. If you want love, someone will get their heart broken. And whatever you choose, that someone will know your name.”

ESA Werewolf Bakugou

This is my first actual post so forgive me if it sucks. This was not proofread.

Summary- reader has bad anxiety and was recommended to get an emotional support, but they ended up with a werewolf instead.

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You had anxiety, to say the least. It was terrible, and paired with your PTSD? God was it a nightmare! The constant flinching and jumping at the slightest of noises was becoming hazardous. Your life was chaotic and you wanted to fix it, so you went to the doctor in hopes of getting medications. Instead, you ended up having to get a support animal. And without getting any meds, you had no other choice but to do as you were told. So without argument you went to the center they recommended to you and entered.

Upon entering you looked around, noticing a calm and peaceful aura about the place. “Hello.” a receptionist said, making you jump back with a gasp. “Oh, I’m sorry.” She apologized. “I-It’s fine.” you say with a stutter. You walk towards her and set down your papers of referral, “I was told to come here to get a support animal.” you say, just like you had practiced in the car, multiple times, before entering. She looks at the papers and nods, “Alrighty then, lets get you back into a room and introduce you to a few. We can do the paperwork afterwards.” She smiles as she walks you back to a room with a chair. You sit and wait as she leaves to get the first dog.

Upon her return you saw another man behind her. You were confused for a moment before you looked closer, they weren’t a man, they were a hybrid. “This is Jack,” she introduces as she motions to a german shepherd hybrid, “He’s 26 and was trained for emotional support.” you nod as you look up at him. He was tall and lean, with neatly trimmed fur and a straight face. You gave him a small wave and he nodded in return. They stayed and talked with you for a few minutes before leaving. The receptionist then returned, “So?” she asked. “I don’t think I would do well with him.” you reply. “Okay, that’s totally fine. I’ll go get someone else then.” she states as she leaves and soon returns with another hybrid.

The process continued for a few hours, your anxiety rising with each new face you met. After the 17th hybrid the receptionist came back alone. “We only have one other service animal here,” she says, “But normally he has to choose if he goes with you or not… he’s rather picky.” she explains. You nod your head, “O-okay, let’s try.” She leaves and returns moments later with a massive figure behind her. You tremble slightly in your seat just at the sight of him. “This is Bakugou, he’s actually not a hybrid,” She says as she holds the door open for him to enter. He was so tall, he had to duck to even get through the door. “He’s a purebred werewolf.” she finishes. Honestly, you could’ve guessed that just from his hulking size but it was clear once you saw his carmine eyes. His stare was intense yet soft as he looked at your small form. You were about to attempt to say ‘Hello’ before he strode across the room towards you, None of the others had approached you, so this was surprising to you and it made your anxiety spike. He sat on the floor beside you and placed a massive paw on your thigh. You flinched at his contact, making him look at you with a concerned gaze. He looks back to the receptionist and says, “Her, I’ll go with her.”

She has a shocked expression with wide eyes, “Really?” she questions, and he nods in return before turning back to you and laying his head down on your legs. He could smell you, and he knew you were practically terrified. He knew you had issues just like all the others that had tried and failed to acquire him as a support. But you were different somehow, your scent had an undertone of what seemed like a permanent fear. You look down at him, still fearful, but the pressure he had on your legs was… Comforting? He looked up at you slightly before applying more weight, noticing how your trembling had stopped. “I'll go get the paperwork.” the receptionist says then leaves, making you flinch. Bakugou glares at the door where she left before returning his attention to you.

Time flew by as Bakugou kept you calm, or as calm as you could get, while you did the paperwork. Within the hour the two of you were out of the center and in your car heading back to your apartment. He sat in the passenger seat, hunched over due to his size. You made your way across town and parked at your apartment building. He looked out the window before exiting your rather small car, looking back at you when you didn’t exit with him. He stalked around the car to your door and opened it for you. You flinched and whipped your head to the side, looking at him timidly as your body was stiff. He kneeled down to your level and unbuckled you. “C’mon, let’s get you inside.” He says, his gruff voice shaking you from your stupor. You slowly got out of the car and locked it once he closed the door behind you. “S-sorry.” you apologize as you began to walk to your door. “For what?” he asks, confusion in his tone. “Well. my anxiety is really bad and-” “I know.” he cuts you off, “I read your file before I went to go meet you.” he clarifies before you could even ask how he knew. You unlock your door and let him enter first before following behind and closing the door again. You give him a small tour of the house, speaking very little as you showed him each room. He could smell you throughout the house, the scent of fear and panic ever present.

Finally you got to the last room and opened the door, “This is your room.” You say. He leans in and sniffs the air, “No.” is all he says before walking away. You look at him perplexed, “No?” you ask. “I won’t stay in there, your scent is faint, so you don’t frequent the area often.” he begins and you watch him head towards your room. “For me to do my job I need to be near you constantly, to help and assist you. So I’ll be staying in your room.” He finishes. “A-alright.” you comply as you follow him into your room. He sits on the floor and looks at you, “Sit.” he says, tone demanding. You obey and sit on your bed before him, brows scrunched in mild concern. He leans forward and lays his head on your lap once more, almost immediately calming you with the comforting  pressure. “Y-you can come on the bed if you want.” you offer, voice low. He nods and wordlessly crawls onto the bed behind you. You were about to turn to look at him before you felt him pull you into his lap. Not expecting him to do such a thing you panicked and gasped as your body grew rigid. “Shhh-” he shushes you in a soothing tone as he holds you close to his body. Enveloping you with his massive frame and applying a constant pressure to calm you. You look up at him, “Bakugou?” You ask, silently asking what he was doing. “Call me Katsuki.” he says. You nod as you slowly relax into him, his soft fur brushing against your cheek with every powerful breath he breathes. He looked down at you with a soft grin, “Better?” he asks, to which you nod. You couldn’t explain it but he made you feel calm, he made you feel safe. You knew you could trust him with your health and your life. “Good.” he says as he rests his head atop yours, “Get some rest, I can tell you’re tired.” you hum in understanding as you close your eyes, letting him take care of you.

≪•◦ ❈ ◦•≫ That's all I got for now but lemme know if I should do a part 2 or some headcannons ≪•◦ ❈ ◦•≫

Ofc he put himself there, who wouldn't wanna be in Childes arms?!

free him

the redraw from twt! (Childe's arms must be from throwing all those arrows with his bare hands lmao)