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metranart · 6 months ago

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“Even if I have to repeat myself a million times, I will do it…” Hawks reached for your strand of hair again, and this time the feather around your wrist, halted your aggressive motion. “You have to let me take care of you.”

ft. Hawks centered, Hawks x reader, Slight! Bakugo x reader, Slight! Dabi x reader.

Hawks x UA Student! Reader (Part 6)

- Warning tag: obsessed! Hawks, possessive! Hawks, naive! student reader, violation of trust, dubious consent, mating cycles, rut response, obsessive behavior, uncontrollable thirst for reader, manipulation, forced, thigh riding, hormonal minds out of control, sexual content, first time, cock riding, teenage fuck, Dabi's toxically interested in you, Bakugo bestie yet secretly inlove wit you, love confessions, cock-drunk, Hawks trying to be good but failing miserably, gaslighting, HEAVY plot, lots of smut. -

The aftermath was without a word, after what felt like an hour strapped with Hawks rooted inside you, he finally pulled out and you weren’t able to look him in the eye.

The young Hero on the other hand, was more than desperate to have eye contact with you, kept chasing your gaze when helped you dress, you kept swatting his hands away, didn’t want him to touch you, not EVER again. Yet, he seemed committed to ignore your disgust for him and his less than human actions.

Slowly, arranged your shirt buttoning it up and even went as far as to kneel to rearrange your skirt around your hips, doing his best to be gentle and tender, nothing rough or unpleasant came from his working hands. He just wanted to make it up to you, he knew that the silence enveloping both wasn’t a comfortable one, not like what a loving couple or a first timer would share with his first sexual partner, Oh no! There was no love share between you, not even familiarity and Hawks itched to correct it, yet refused to break another of your boundaries.

All his hopes of the rut ending and that helping him dissuade this awful feeling of possessiveness were gone. He wasn’t even a little bit ready to part ways with you, and hated to think he would be banned from be near you, he wanted to be glued to your hip, tattooed on your skin, Fuck! Don’t vanish him from your side, dammit! He couldn’t take it.

“Baby Bird,” he cooed, “There’s no number of words to make you—”

“Don’t.” The finality on your tone, halted his speech but his body openly rebelled to obey him, and when you tried to step away from him, his hand quickly latched itself to your forearm.

“Don’t.” He mimicked, whole different sense in the same words. Keigo wasn’t ready to part ways with you, at least no right now, “just—… I don’t have any right to ask, I KNOW this, but please…. Please, let me be near you….” he spelled, thinking every word very well, “I-… I just please…. Let me take care of you.”

The fear reflecting on your blown pupils told him, he had overstepped his welcome and when your mouth opened just a tad, his hand landed on it.

Shushing your possible refusals, hate words, sarcastic comments, curses or fit of cries, he annulled them all, even when knew he deserves each single one like a medal of honor for his awfully torrid misbehaving, he was a monster, yet wasn’t ready to hear it out from your mouth.

“Fine-…” he sighed, looking a little defeated “I will take you home, you will eat, hydrate, bathe, sleep and then… I will—” Only his fingers remained on top of your lips, tapping them ever so slightly. The way his eyes narrowed telling you he was pondering the next word, to what you end up saying. “—leave.”

He sighed and swallowed. “I… I promise, I’ll think about it—”

You stilled. Shock ruling your body before numbly, repeat. “You—you w-will think....think about it?”

The numb, abused girl slowly started to fade, all your patience and understanding blurring away by the uncomfortable and constant palpitating sensation between your thighs, throbbing the wrongness of what had transpired between the two. Slowly, your feeble voice began to raise in volume, “You said once your rut was over, this will end!” you snapped and bit hard at the fingers tapping your lips, feeling very proud when his brows creased, and he muttered a quiet ‘Ouch’.

“You are a liar—!”

“I’m your MATE.” Keigo didn’t even need to raise his voice for your aggressive stance to stop immediately, the authority with which he said it was enough, as if your body remembered who it was dealing with. “YOU need to understand that this has to follow its flow in order to end, baby bird.” Those golden eyes shone differently, somehow sharper and you saw with disgust how he licked his bitten fingers. He looked disappointed, almost angry with himself, with you, but mostly with the entire situation… pushing him to make a point clear.

“I didn’t ask you to kiss me on the lips and then use your quirk on me without notice or permission, kid—” Keigo was having trouble coping, too many mix signals, his rational brain urged him to fix things while his reptilian brain stressed very loudly how his mate just bit him like a brat… and unfortunately, was still too drowned in hormones not to listen. He´ll make it right, he knew how to deal with brats, he considered himself a brat tamer. “—YOU chose to do that and I’m really sorry, I really am…” he managed to sound remorseful, yet so scary as well, “I know you didn’t have bad intentions… but as a Hero-to-be you must learn to deal with the decisions you make.” Genuine displeasure leaking into his voice.

Your eyes watered. You knew he was right, even Aizawa sensei repeated it every single time he could, but at that moment Hawks words tasted like corrosive acid, your pussy was still throbbing thanks to him, your entire body felt like a truck had run over it…. your first time, your first everything had been brutally taken from you—… and here he was giving himself airs of superiority, genuinely and blatantly trying to turn this entire shitstorm on YOU, and you weren’t going to fucking stand for it.

“You just raped an underage student, Number Two Hero of the country—” you sneered, voice cracking. “… I guess I’ll be seeing you in court-…. or do you want to go straight to jail?” from the corner of your eye, glimpsed his fists tighten, and you openly sobbed trying to force a grin onto your lips as venom dripped down, “—you know, now that we are making ourselves responsible from our actions, like the Pro Hero’s we are, Hawks.”

“Keigo.” He reminded; stare firmly set on you.

“Hawks.” You repeated. Holding back angry tears.

Keigo barked out a humorless laugh. “You are not a Pro Hero, kid” he growled, “-not yet.” You were frustrating him, sparking a rut response out of his more primitive side, he wouldn’t fuck you like before, no…. he was more in control, even so, this wasn’t how a mate should behave, like HIS mate should behave. “What you are is MY mate, and as such, you are going to let me take care of YOU.” He stated, taking a couple of steps towards you. “Please… please back up.” You muttered out of your control, you could feel yourself shaking as he towered over your petite form, until he motioned one finger up and one of your arms raised in the air, making you notice the red feathers still wrapped around your wrists and ankles, like shackles. Hawks leant closer until his breath caressed your face and closing your eyes, felt him place a soft kiss on your cheek to then say. “—So, lead the way, so I can do just that.”

Even printing all the strength, you had in you, you could not lower your arm, making you remember who you were dealing with. You knew you weren’t match for his strength or impressive speed. You knew that—So, you took a deep breath to tame the anger enough to let you think straight again, and clenching your jaw, swallowed back the tears. Snorting soundly to make your repudiation for him clear.

“If with this I get rid of YOU-” you spatted at him without look him in the eye, “-it’s this way, Hawks.” Added between clenched teeth, resigned and tired. Holding onto the hope that maybe if you follow his stupid demands, he’ll leave, for good!

“Call me Keigo.” His voice sounded strained but hide it well enough, keeping a smile on his lips.

You pretended not to listen and walked half a block in awkward silence, from time to time you felt his hand bump yours, as if he wanted to hold it, to what you crossed your arms expecting to make him angry, but he just smiled at you, unfazed, almost as if he was expecting it, which made you internally fume.

Arriving at your parent’s house, snatched the keys out of your backpack and felt a little relieve knowing there would be no one until nightfall.

Without waiting for you to invite him in, Keigo stepped forward taking a furtive look around, grinned, glancing back through his shoulder at you.

“S’ Pretty.” He praised, and began to snoop around, grabbing things to inspect them up closely, bending down to smell a flower arrangement your mother set in the living room. You even saw his wings flap excitedly when grabbed a frame with a family photo in… your parents, you and your little brother, all smiling, all happy. Hawks scanned the picture with clinical fascination, and then put it back in its place, to then do the same with each single picture.

“Now what, Hawks?” You broke his reverie, happy trance interrupted by the mention of his Hero name, instead of his actual name. An eyebrow rose in your direction, but you didn’t care.

“Eat, hydrate, bathe, sleep—” One finger on his hand stretching out at each activity mentioned, “easy peasy, baby bird.”

Rolling your eyes at him, you turned sharply to head towards the kitchen and immediately, a pang of pain doubled you over. Adrenaline had evaporated, and you didn't have the slightest energy to use your quirk on yourself. This Hero had sucked every ounce of strength out of you.

Hawks was at your side in seconds, his hands cupping your shoulders way too greedily for your liking. “Your body is exhausted, don’t exert yourself…. Let me—”, your face whip at him way too fast, judgment and uncertainty in your features, but before you could decline, added.

“You know what I’m going to say,” Keigo aimed to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear when you slapped his hand away, making him sigh, “even if I have to repeat myself a million times, I will do it…” reached for your strand again, and this time the feather around your wrist, halted your aggressive motion. He shook his head, disapprovingly, and then calmly continue.

“You have to let me take care of you.”

Clenching your jaw, you boiled with rage. God! He was probing to be difficult, and so were you, your defensive stance didn’t let you realize he was truly slave to hormones, instinct ruling his behavior, all his thoughts and demands, right at that moment he would rather be fucking you to a pulp, but he was really trying to keep himself rooted to coherency, resisting the mischief his biological body suggested. He was a predator, designed hunt, he loved to hunt small things... like YOU. It was awful to know he could break you, if he slipped back inside you just to feel those unused walls sucking him in, squeezing so tight- as a vice.... yet, now that he felt more in control, also knew that if he did, he would be a true villain.

His thumbs started rubbing circles over your tense shoulders, and you felt exhausted to keep fighting. Realized that there were only two options left. One, fight him throughout the entire process -him more than ready to submit you and take care of you- or two, play along and finish this weird after-intercourse ritual as quickly as possible.

Sighing deeply, you choose number two. Fuck! Up Lately you’ve been choosing number two in all the sense of the word, how awful! —But if this made him leave.

“Please, let go...” you shook your shoulders brusquely, to no avail “… agh! so I can go to the kitchen and—” you pulled away trying to gain space, but his feathers stilled you, as he spelled, soothingly.

“It’s not necessary. I prefer that you don’t move anymore.” Hawks said and in the blink of an eye forced you into his arms, carrying you bridal style to gently deposit you in the nearest couch. “Wait here,” he grinned down at you, and without letting you react, flew towards the kitchen as if he knew the place by heart.

A ruffled of red feathers came out of his back like an explosion and began to work around him as he just stood with his hands on his waist, watching. The control he showed was amazing, so many tasks were carried out at the same time, literally like magic. You saw the preparation of an entire menu. Boiled rice with vegetables, butter chicken and mashed potatoes with wide black pepper, a large glass of fresh-squeezed lemonade, and what looked like a banana pudding with almonds.

Holy shit! How the hell does he do it! Hawks seemingly hadn’t moved a single muscle, even so each single dish landed gracefully on the little center table in front of you.

“Voila! My Lady.” You heard him boast right next to you as a napkin was place on your lap. Hawks stood at arm's reach, all smiles and soft eyes, holding a set of cutleries inside his palm.

Inner sighing at his theatricals -which you used to love, you tiredly reached to take a fork from his hand, never expecting him to snatch it away. And without giving importance to the question reflecting on your face, spooned rice into the fork and directed it to your mouth.

“Say Ah, baby bird~” requested warmly, and you scooted away.

“I don’t need you to feed me—”

“—you are too exhausted, Its better this way.” Swiftly replied, leaving no room for discussion, golden eyes locked on you, narrowed, waiting, no doubt, for you to contradict him, and forcing yourself to remember your goal, tightened your fist and opened your mouth.

“That’s my good girl.” He triumphal announced and you felt like slapping him, but instead reduced to eat. Him feeding you like a baby; you hated each minute.

“One more mouthful, baby bird,” he insisted, “it’ll help you regain strength faster.” Said, holding a spun full of banana pudin in front of your mouth.

You felt full, even so, opened your mouth and the spun entered, a pinch of food peeking at the corner of your lip and before you could lick it away, his thumb wipe it clean to then dip in his own mouth. Making sure to keep eye contact during the whole motion. Your cheeks turned red like the feathers adorning his back, but at the same time, your eyebrows furrowed sending him a mix message.

“I’m fed and hydrated….” you broke eye contact to say between mouthfuls. “I’ll go to sleep, you can leave—”

“First, you bathe, then you can sleep.” Hawks instructed, making you roll your eyes, vividly.

“Yes, mom!” You spatted between clenched teeth, dripping sarcasm.

“Not mom-… Mate.” He corrected, ignoring your biting attitude, “or Keigo…. I’ll even take, Takami—”

“HAWKS-” you emphasized the Hero name and took a twisted pleasure at seeing his eyebrows knit together, “I’ll go upstairs, there’s the shower—…. make yourself scarce.”

The young Hero grinned humorless, a mix of irritation and disappointment perturbing his composed facial expression.

You stood, and instinctively he was next to you, his arms hovering around you to carry you up.

“Please don´t,” you swatted his hands away, “I assure you that—”

“—I assure you the opposite.” He growled, the timbre of his voice giving away his displeasure. Keigo was getting tired of you swatting him away, and in an agile twist, lifted you up in his arms, you pushed at his chest but stopped the same second his hard stare fell on you.

This time you felt conflicted, part of you knew you were being unfair to him, since in a way this had been partly your fault. But another part, angrier and more violated, felt with the right to make his life impossible, since you refused to believe that he never had the ability to control himself. He was not an animal, he chose to continue abusing you and even if you started it, he should have stopped it. But maybe right now wasn’t the time…. so, you yielded. Obeying your survival instinct, since the way he looked at you screamed danger. There was little time left for this to end, you could allow him this before he was banned from touching you ever again. So, you put your arms down and let him take you.

Leisurely, Keigo took his time getting to the top, it almost seemed like he wanted to bother you or at least that's how you perceived it, but it was the opposite, he just wanted to lengthen the moments to be close to you, touching you and not being openly rejected by you.

Once upstairs he deposited you gracefully in the hallway.

“Go get some clean clothes, while I’ll run the bath.” He instructed and spying you out of the corner of his eye pointed to the last door at the end of the hall, you nodded corroborating it was the bathroom, and rushed inside your room, slamming the door in his face.

You heard him clearly sigh from the other side of the door, and then you heard him stroll away.

Served him right, you thought annoyed. Being in your room brought you a certain sense of relief and security until your eyes collided with the wall next to your closet, the poster of Hawks greeted you from there, the figure of the winged Hero making the peace sign while urging you to achieve your dreams... That bastard! tears began to flow down your eyes without you being able to contain them, God! You hated him! everything that had happened... in a fit of anger you hit the poster on the wall, punching his heroic face with your fist, unworried by the sting on your knuckles, you only kept hitting him non-stop, no matter the pain or the blood staining the paper, you just kept going, letting out your pent-up frustration against the poor poster. Not even five seconds passed before your door was kicked down by the Hero in question.

“Baby bird—” Keigo rammed inside your room, alarmed, and his heart painfully throb at the pitiful act you displayed, bloodied knuckles and tears-stained cheeks contorting your pretty face. His golden eyes focused on the target of your ire, just to find himself printed on the bloodied poster. God! He was a villain, a Monster! And you were just a poor civilian he was so desperate to own.

Using the feathers around your limbs stopped you, he didn't dare to touch you, the Hero didn't feel worthy.

“I´ll make this right to you, -I swear, baby bird. I´ll make things right.” You heard him murmur more to himself.

A couple of minutes passed when suddenly you heard him swallow hard and sigh, sitting back on his heels next to your hunched body as you sob and hiccup, uncontrollably. You felt the warmth that emanated from his wings as they surrounded you making a sphere without touching you.

"Finally....” he sounded relieved, “everything is fine, I'm here." Hawks said, and for the first time, you felt like you were talking to the real Hawks, not Takami Keigo the hormonal bird, but the Hero you admired and respected. The Hero whose posters and t-shirts you had was back and looking straight at you.

“...May I come closer?”

He asked, Oh my fucking God! He ASKED! not intending to approach without your permission and that lead you to rush towards him, hugging him. This was all you needed, a little control and respect... it was what Keigo had taken from you.

“Hawks-s..” You sobbed into his strong chest immediately feeling safer, “I'm so sorry, it was my fault... my quirk, I shouldn't have used it-...I just wanted to help you...I-...I-"

The young Hero hushed you, rocking his body from side to side paternally, “I'm the one who's sorry, I should have been able to control myself.... it's just-...it's a nasty thing, this rut....is ruthless and floods my brain until I can't think straight—…. it doesn't excuse my actions but... I wanted you to know.”

And taking your hand in his, asked.

“…Are you alright?” He inspected your injured knuckles up close, and you shook your head, even so, you felt safe now that he was back and soon exhaustion began to close your eyes, slowly snoozing you away inside his warm embrace. “Kid… come on… Dammit! I need you to stay focus, this is merely a glimpse... I won't be able to stay lucid for long—” Hawks shook you a little, but your eyes kept closing, too exhausted, too tired, too drained.

“Please.... please, at least remember THIS!.......” He pleaded, desperate and inclining his head, kissed the tip of your nose, then your left cheek, then your right and finally your forehead. “Remember to do THIS in that exact order...” his words sounded slurred, “Bring...ME... back—” you heard between drowsy dreams, “.......... —Remember!”

It was the last thing you hear before you fainted in his arms, arms which became too tight at the end, too greedy and possessive, setting a red flag in your unconscious brain, perhaps you might wake up and NOT find Hawks again.

COMING SOON PART 7....

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satancopilotsmytardis · 9 months ago

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Oh? Do you have an example of those thirst/pining texts?

Tomura: I am going to kill myself

Spinner: It's 6:43 in the morning what the fuck could he have done this time that's got you contemplating death and waking me up?

Spinner: If you tell me you had a dream or something I'm gonna stab you myself and you won't have to worry about suicide.

Tomura: I went down to the gym to train, and I heard water and saw a lot of steam coming out of the locker room. Went in and heard the showers running but all the lights were off. I figured someone might have forgotten to turn them off or something and he was just. In the shower. Fully clothed, drenched, leaning back against the tiles.

Tomura: He was so hot the steam was all coming from /him/. His eyes were practically glowing.

Spinner: and I'm sure that his soaking wet white t-shirt had nothing to do with your current thirst.

Tomura: No, that was definitely a contributing factor. Have you seen his chest?

Tomura: Also you owe me ¥2000, his nipples ARE pierced. He said he was going back out to train. He didn't even dry off because he's evaporating the water. I have to kill myself because if I go back out there and have to watch him train dripping wet I'm going to do something else stupid.

Spinner: at this point I am literally begging you to just go out and ask him to fuck. I cannot deal with this shit anymore. Just fucking rip off the band-aid dude.

Tomura: ....

Tomura: you're right

Spinner: wait, shit, really???

...

Spinner: I DO NOT want details, but did you actually fuck???

Spinner: Seriously, Shig, it's been like 4 hours and no one has seen either of you all day????

Tomura: We didn't fuck.

Tomura: I went out to talk to him and barely got a word out before he collapsed. We're with Ujiko. Dabi apparently is suffering from mild heat stroke, exhaustion, and dehydration. He's on an IV and got a mild sedative to sleep. I'll text the others about the meeting, but we probably won't be back until later tonight or tomorrow.

Spinner: shit, yeah, okay. I hope he feels better soon

Spinner: he works too hard, you both do. You know that the rest of us are here to help if you guys just loosen up a bit, yeah?

Tomura: I know, thank you.

Tomura: He is very cute when he sleeps tho

[Tomura has sent a picture]

Spinner: no, nope, I know you're in love with him but that it some creepy shit dude, even for villains

[Tomura has deleted a picture]

Spinner: it's also creepy if you sit at his bedside and watch him sleep all day.

Tomura: from what I understand, it's very normal for friends and family to stay by someone's side if they're in the hospital. Since he won't tell us about himself, we're the closest thing he has as far as we know. I'm staying

Spinner: Creep

Tomura: I've been called worse

#tanco speaks #ask #asks #shigadabi #flash fanfic

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hydrangeapartridge · 5 months ago

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Title: Mind Body and Soul - Chapter 5

Pairing: Mage!Shinsou x reader

I wrote for Shinsou again! Link to AO3 here

Summary: Once upon a time there was you: a nobody, a refugee from a country devastated by Dabi’s undead army, serving as a maid in king Todoroki’s castle. There, fate decided you would cross path with the mysterious and dreaded court mage Hitoshi Shinsou. Little did you know that particular encounter would change your life forever.

Rating: M

Tagged people <3 (tell me if you want to be added): @maple-syrup-with-strawbewwies @moonlitmoonpie @obeythehuman

Chapter 5: The Fire (under the cut!) - (link to chapter 1, 2 , 3, 4)

The following days were filled with more reading, but also practice with the lenient spirit of water. Shinsou insisted that you should improve your handling of water before you could try handling another element; especially one harder to move like earth, or more abstract to picture like air.

Water spells weren’t boring, far from it. Every spell, every magic trick you performed felt as thrilling as the first one. You were sure you would never tire of it. However, you felt curious about the way the other elements would feel when connecting to them, and you were eager to learn more on the subject of magic. You barely started grazing the surface of it afterall. All that knowledge was new and exciting.

That thirst for knowledge became a consuming passion, and soon, you caught yourself reading for hours in the dead of the night, or not putting down your notes while hastily wolfing down a meal. As such, you understood Shinsou’s lifestyle better, slowly coming to follow it yourself. And never did you mock his impressive book collection again. On the contrary, you were grateful to be able to borrow from it.

After your interview with the king, your were informed that a room had been made available for you at the bottom of the castle’s tower. Being able to have your own space, and to sleep in a proper bed was a luxury you thought you would never be graced with. And yet, thanks to your gift for magic, your life was once again made better.

You absent-mindedly reflected on your improved lifestyle as you swiftly watered the plants on the windowsill with a little magic trick. You didn’t need any incantation anymore for it, and as Shinsou explained, the more you practised, the more magic stamina (or <i>mana</i>, as he called it) you gained, and the more spells you were able to cast in a row. At first your casting took time, and left you tired and drained. Now you could move a small amount of water with a snap of your fingers.

Once done with watering the flowers, you closed the windows. Outside, the air was chilly, the sun slowly setting. It was getting darker inside Shinsou’s office, and looking at the unlit candles on the desk, an idea struck you.

You still didn’t know how to conjure spirits, but if you could move water as you pleased, transferring a small amount of the fire inside Shinsou’s oil lamp to light a few candles shouldn't be too difficult. The theory of it you mastered without question. You felt confident it wouldn’t be too hard.

If he never explicitly told you not to play with fire, Shinsou did tell you you shouldn’t try new spells when he wasn’t present. Your teacher was overly careful with what spells he allowed you to experiment. He kept warning you about the dangers of magic, so much so that lately you listened to him less attentively.

You decided this one spell was simply a variation of water handling. After all, you would just be moving an elemental spirit from one place to another.

Shinsou liked to keep secrets to himself, that you were sure of, and as a fellow mage you would do the same. It would be your little secret, until you surprised him with how much you had improved, and proved him how skilled and independent in your studies you could be.

You secretly couldn’t wait for him to praise your progress, and with that thought in mind, you placed the oil lamp near the candles on the desk.

Taking a deep breath, you focused on the flame gently swaying inside the oil lamp. You took some time to visualize the path you would make a sample of the flame take. Even if you were confident you were able to do this, you still carefully approached the spell, knowing being careless with magic could result in a disaster. The candles were mere inches from the oil lamp. It shouldn’t be a difficult spell.

You quickly glanced at the door to Shinsou’s room. It was closed, and no noise came from there. He was probably focused on some reading. You wouldn’t be caught.

You straightened your clothes to steady yourself and leant towards the materials you placed on the desk.

You lifted a hand and whispered as low as possible. “Ignis”

Before your eyes, the flame in the oil lamp seemed to perk up. It burned brighter the moment you called out to it. The pulp of your fingers tingled as the connection was made, the sensation familiar but very different from how the water made you feel. The fire was warm, tickling, almost bubbly, giving you a sense of playfulness and a yearning for freedom.

With extreme focus, you slowly moved your finger. The flame stretched over the top glass opening of the oil lamp. You struggled to split it in two but after a while, you succeeded in getting only a tiny flame to leave the lamp. You quickly moved the flame to the candle, fearing it would go out. Its light seemed so fragile compared to the steady flame burning inside the lamp.

Once the flickering spark of fire touched the candle wick, its light grew bolder. You let out a relieved chuckle. You had succeeded.

Or so you thought.

The second you relaxed and eased your focus to terminate the spell, the flame lighting the candle suddenly grew wild. It rose as high as the ceiling, setting ablaze the parchments and books in its way, and licking at your hand that had the misfortune of hovering close to it.

You stepped back, nursing your injured hand, eyes wide with fear as the flames grew bigger. Fire started licking at the desk, wildly and exponentially spreading, devouring the easily flammable paper and wood. Was it your yelp of surprise and pain, or was it the sudden burst of light that alerted him, you wouldn’t know, but soon, the door to Shinsou’s room slammed opened, and the next second, the mage was by your side, stunned in front of the disaster you caused.

The look he sent you made you want to crawl into a dark hiding place forever, for more than furious, it was wounded. You had destroyed part of his hard work, and part of his beloved book collection. And worse, you had broken his trust.

Without wasting another second, Shinsou turned to the fire, staring at it like it had personally offended him. You felt the prickles of a spell in preparation in the air as your teacher focused. He raised his hands in front of him, then with force he brought them together. A strong gust of wind blew through your hair and a loud clapping sound rang in your ears. And with that, all the flames in the room went out.

In the dim light brought by the moon only, you could still see the dark burnt traces the fire left in its wake. On the desk and on the shelves, the damage was thankfully minimal, but a few parchments and books were still lost.

The silence that fell over the room felt deafening, and frozen in place, you couldn’t bring yourself to look at Shinsou.

“Fire is wild and wants to eat everything” You finally heard him whisper in a sigh.

“I’m sorry” You sniffed, voice barely audible. You felt ashamed that you didn’t heed his warnings. Tears started prickling at the corners of your eyes. You felt terrible, and your hand was hurting, burning where the flames touched you.

Through your blurry vision, you saw a pair of shoes appear in front of yours.

Shinsou carefully took your hand in his, gently prying your palm opened with his cold fingers. You winced as he traced the place where your skin was tender and turning an angry red.

“You’re hurt” He breathed, brows furrowing. “Why do I always end up needed the only kind of magic I’m so bad at” He sighed, then let go of your hand. “I won’t try my hand at healing magic for fear of worsening the wound. But I think I might have a poultice somewhere that can help”

Shinsou stepped away and with an effortless flick of his wrist, he lit the oil lamp again. You bit your lower lip in frustration, continuing your efforts to reign in the tears threatening to spill on your cheeks. While Shinsou looked for the salve, you carefully ran your thumb over the palm of your hand, tracing the edges of the burn. The gesture felt oddly soothing. As you massaged the area, you were surprised to feel the tip of your thumb tingle with an oddly familiar sensation. You could feel your pulse abnormally pounding under your skin. Under your bewildered eyes, you saw the burnt skin you were stroking progressively loosing its angry red colour, instead turning into a less sore pink hue. You forced yourself to blink a few times, almost sure you were hallucinating things because of the pain and fatigue.

“Shinsou” You feebly called out to him, distress filling you.

Despite sour mood and the obvious anger he must be feeling towards your actions, in an instant he was by your side. His worried gaze followed yours until he could assess the state of your hand.

“What’s happening to me?” You asked, voice shaking, your thumb still pressed to your opened palm. You felt like it was glued to it, finding it difficult to stop touching your burnt skin. It felt like that part of you was on a mission to finish something it started without your consent, and it was overwhelming.

Shinsou looked between you and the visibly receding burn on your hand. He then gently pried your thumb away from the wound, carefully holding it between his fingers. The pounding stopped; the tingling too. The connection was broken. Where you were once severely burnt, only soft pink and barely warm skin remained.

Shinsou let out an almost amused exhale through his nose “Well, nothing to worry about. It seems to me like you were simply healing yourself”

Your head lifted and your widening eyes meet his twinkling amethyst ones. You found no traces of anger left there. Only a sort of amusement mixed with maybe … pride?

“I did what?”

Shinsou smirked, leaving your side only to retrieve the poultice. Despite your burn looking a lot better, he still opted to treat it with the salve. Taking your hand in his, he took his precious time spreading the creamy mixture over your palm, intentionally not answering your question. You cheeks burnt under his attention, his ministrations, and his avoidance. Was that his way of punishing you? If that was the case, it was an oddly pleasant sort of punishment. The poultice’s fresh texture soothed your aching skin, but the feeling of Shinsou’s touch on your skin threatened to set it ablaze again.

“I am upset that you didn’t listen to my numerous warnings” He finally said, eyes focused on the task of massaging the poultice into your delicate skin. “But I suppose making mistakes is part of the learning process” He released your hand and his gaze met yours. “At least this debacle was of use; we found your spirit of affinity”

You blinked owlishly, surprised that he would forgive you so easily, and puzzled by his words. “Spirit of affinity?” You repeated, clueless.

Shinsou’s smirk sent heat coursing under your cheeks. “Haven’t read about that yet now have you?” He smugly teased. “Well, thankfully it is part of my duties as your master to enlighten you”

You levelled him with your best unimpressed stare, but it didn’t seem to deter his suddenly good mood.

Not paying you any mind, Shinsou started his evening lecture. “Although in theory any mage can cast any spell; communicate or order any spirit, each mage has a special connection to a particular kind of spirit, with which it is easier to connect. That is what we call ‘spirit of affinity'”

His explanation was very logical, and you nodded your head, the whole notion piquing your curiosity. “So mine is .. healing?” You wondered. “But that is not a spirit, is it?” You immediately corrected yourself, feeling a bit lost.

“Indeed” Shinsou nodded his head. “Your spirit of affinity seems to be the spirit of the Body” He told you, and suddenly it all made much more sense. “I am sure you remember the lesson about the Body, the Mind and the Soul” Shinsou continued his explanation. “Healers can communicate with and shape the spirit of the body. It is a rare and powerful ability”

Healing magic involved the spirit of the Body. You were thrilled to know you possessed such a rare and useful ability. If you pursued the path of healing magic, you could help so many people in the kingdom. That prospect made you ecstatic, and it was probably easy to read on your face.

“That discovery seems to please you” Shinsou remarked and you vigorously nodded your head “Sadly I’m afraid I won’t be able to teach you a lot in this area. As you may have noticed it is far from my expertise. But between books and the theory I can provide you, you should be able to cultivate that ability. As well as the many other things you need to learn to become a proper mage” His eyes held a mischievous glint as he added. “Like for example, handling fire spirits without any incident”

You let out an embarrassed little laugh. “Yes.. well, fire clearly isn’t my spirit of affinity” You commented, running a nervous hand through your hair.

Shinsou shook his head at your antics. “That we gathered. From the beginning, I didn’t picture you to be a fire mage. They are often brash and unfocused. Preferring easy solutions to well thought plans. You are nothing of the sort”

You felt a surge of pride at his words. “So you’re telling me that a mage’s personality matches its spirit of affinity?” You asked, curious.

“In a way” Shinsou replied, and you urged him to elaborate with examples. You were happy that he obliged, chuckling at your interest.

“For instance, earth mages are often stubborn, while air mages are light-hearted. They even have a reputation to be flighty. Metal mages are strong willed and taciturn, when wood mages are reliable and supposedly skilled in crafting… Those are rough approximations of course, there are some exceptions to these beliefs and reputations”

You avidly drank Shinsou’s words, and wished you could meet other mages to test if these theories were true. In your country, mages weren’t detected or trained; so much that you thought none of you were gifted. The discovery of your talent proved it to be wrong, but it didn’t change the fact that the court mage was the first and only mage you ever met. Your new found curiosity of the subject felt unquenchable, and you couldn’t help but wonder in which category Shinsou fell. You felt like the knowledge of his spirit of affinity could help you know him better. So you simply asked about it.

“What is yours?”

A beat of silence. Then he turned to look at you, deep violet eyes shinning with mischief.

“A secret” He whispered, the low rumble of his voice sending a shiver down your spine. A coy smile was on his lips, but his tone was nothing but serious.

Your heart skipped a beat in your chest. Between the light of the moon and the flame of the oil lamp, Shinsou was a two faced almost ethereal beauty. On one hand a warm and reliable teacher, and on the other, a mysterious and cool mage.

His smile, his eyes, his voice; you realized you weren’t indifferent to his charms. And given how secretive and powerful he was, you felt intimidated by that realization. That inclination could give him more power over you. He seemed to trust you but you were sure he did mostly because he could control you; control the knowledge he passed onto you, and handle you with his magic if ever you poised a threat. You were positive he was a better person than his master was, but he kept so many things to himself that it was shady. At first you didn’t mind, simply glad for the many improvements he brought into your life, but these days, you found yourself wishing to know more about him on a personal level. And that was obviously not a good idea.

You unconsciously stepped back, trying to regain your composure. Shinsou gauged your reaction, one thin eyebrow rising when you didn’t comment on his evasive reply.

“Well” You quickly followed up with the conversation, making a show of being annoyed by his lack of answer “if you don’t want to tell me then I’ll just have to guess”

Shinsou chuckled. “I wish you good luck on that endeavour”

You stepped in front of him, all serious this time. “If I find what it is, you’ll have to tell me when I’m right. No lying, no beating around the bush”

Shinsou’s amused expression dropped, leaving place to a more severe one. “Certainly” He accepted. “However you will have to argue for your breakthrough and explain what gave it away. No cheating. No listing all the existing spirits until you get it right”

You pouted, crossing your arms over your chest while your teacher proudly smirked. “It would make for a good assignment” He smugly added.

“Fine” You finally relented, accepting the challenge, but not without giving him a warning and a promise of your own “Just wait and see. I’ll uncover that secret of yours in no time.”

#shinsou x reader #shinsou hitoshi #mha x reader #mha fanfiction #hitoshi shinsou #bnha shinso hitoshi #shinsou x you #bnha x reader #hydrangea writes

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apteryxparvus · 1 year ago

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a color to match your soul

Pairing — Dabi / Female Reader

Word count — 1,393

Content warning — suggestive themes • sexual themes • brief mentions of alcohol/drinking

Summary — From the moment you started dating Dabi, you've yearned for the opportunity to paint his nails black, adding the final touch to his eboy persona.

"I'm just saying, if you're seriously going for that," you pause, your hands wildly gesturing up and down to emphasize his overall grungy, dark, and mysterious persona, "you've got to fully commit to it."

Dabi shoots you a deadpan stare, his lips forming a thin line that clearly expresses his disagreement. You fight the urge to roll your eyes — he always has that constipated expression on his face.

He opens his mouth, likely to deliver one of his trademark snarky remarks, but you swiftly throw yourself onto his lap and press your index finger against his lips, silencing him. He pouts, and you can't help but admire how soft his lips appear. It's just not fair. You yearn to kiss him, to feel his warm breath caressing your face, and to...

No. Stop. There are more pressing matters to focus on right now.

"I am not painting my nails," he replies curtly.

You roll your eyes and move away from your boyfriend, flopping onto the bed with a grunt, burying your head under his pillow. It carries his scent — a blend of sandalwood and orange blossom, with hints of your favorite perfume intertwined.

"Please," you whine from beneath the cushion. "Just this once."

"Why?" he questions, his voice growing nearer. The cheap spring mattress dips under his weight as he encloses you, and you push the pillow away to meet his gaze. "Is there another motive?

Avoiding his gaze, you try to ignore the familiar smirk that forms on his lips.

"I've seen the thirst traps you like on TikTok. I never expected you to have a hand kink."

You gasp.

There's no possible way he’d know — you're absolutely certain your likes are set to private. Paranoia has led you to check a thousand times already. There’s no way you’d willingly expose your obsession with anime and video game edits, as well as the multitude of thirst trap hand kink and male whimpering audios. The only way he could have come across your carefully cultivated collection on TikTok is...

"You jerk!" you squeal, swatting his intrusive hands away. "You violated my privacy!"

"No," he answers in a hushed whisper that sends shivers down your spine. "You simply lack situational awareness. Did you think I was asleep last night when you spent over two hours giggling at male whimpering audios?"

Furrowing your brows, you pout and attempt to squirm out from underneath his weight. Dabi lets out a chuckle and flops down, his slender frame nearly crushing you. For a moment, you struggle to catch your breath, panic coursing through your veins — his heavy weight crushes you.

But Dabi knows you well, including your subtle signs, so when he senses the shift in your breathing — its shallowness, along with the uncomfortable pounding of your heartbeat in your neck and stomach — he swiftly moves away, granting you the space you need to breathe.

It takes a few seconds for your breathing to return to normal. "Asshole," you grumble, crossing your arms. "Were you trying to smother me or something?"

"I want to do a lot more than that to you." A suggestive grin spreads across his face, and he wiggles his eyebrows.

A soft laugh resonates from deep within your chest as you wrap your legs around his waist, pulling his body closer to yours. His warm breath dances across your face as you gaze into his piercing blue eyes, your arms gently pressing against his broad chest.

"And I really, really want to paint your nails." You pepper his exposed collarbone with tender kisses, lingering in the spots that elicit the most reaction. Your warm breath caresses his neck as you softly nibble on the sensitive skin. "Please."

His only response is a grunt. "Fine, fine. Stop teasing before I end up doing something you'll regret," he hisses when you nip at his exposed jugular and suck, leaving a mark. "Ah, fuck. I can't resist you."

"C'mon, weren't you just dying to paint my nails?" Dabi drawls, his husky voice sending shivers cascading down your spine.

Dabi extends his right hand, offering it to you with fingers elegantly spread on the bed. You take a deep breath, trying to steady your trembling hands as you hold the applicator brush. The brush, already coated in the rich black nail polish, teeters on the edge, threatening to drip onto the pristine bed sheet and leave its mark.

You're trying your best, really. However, Dabi forcefully slams his hardened cock against your drenched pussy, causing you to let out a helpless whimper as your vision bursts with a constellation of lights. Your grip on the applicator brush slackens, and it hovers precariously close to the sheets, threatening to leave a mark.

Dabi tsks, his movements becoming more relentless. Each thrust sends a jolt of pleasure through your body, leaving you breathless and craving more. The air fills with a mix of moans and the sound of skin slapping against skin, as you surrender yourself to the pleasure.

“Slo—slow down,” you mewl, your voice filled with desperation. Tears glisten in your eyes, teetering on the edge of rolling down your flushed cheeks. The intensity of his movements is pushing you to the edge, and you need a moment to catch yourself and savor the pleasure coursing through your being.

The bottle of nail polish now lays forgotten on the rumpled bed sheets; a tiny droplet escapes and stains the fabric. Dabi pressed his sculpted chest against your quivering back, entangling your sweaty bodies together. This closeness intensifies your connection, and you feel an electric current surge through your veins, leaving you yearning for more. You feel the ripple of his abs as he relentlessly thrusts into you. With each forceful impact, he claims you completely.

Dabi’s grunts fill the room, drowned out by your own desperate moans. You push the forgotten bottle of nail polish aside, and it clatters on the ground.

You seek out his outstretched hand, intertwining your fingers with his. His touch grounds you for a moment.

But the overwhelming stimulation proves to be too much — the relentless push of his hardened cock into your sopping wet pussy, the way his thick veins running down his shaft graze your gummy walls, the caress of his warm breath against the nape of your neck…

Your body is ablaze.

His fingers tighten around your delicate throat. It’s what does it for you. With a desperate cry that echoes through the room, the floodgates of your second orgasm for the night burst open.

That same night, merely a few hours later, you find yourself perched on a barstool at Kurogiri’s bar, idly toying with the melted ice cubes of your gin and tonic. Toga settles on the adjacent bar chair, placing her piña colada on a colorful coaster as she twirls the vibrant, decorative cocktail umbrella between her fingers.

Across the bar, Dabi’s piercing gaze fixates on you, lips curling into a smirk that hints at mischief. You meet his gaze, narrowing your eyes in response. There’s a silent challenge passing between the two of you.

Toga observes your interaction, and her lips curl into a smug smile. “Say, Dabi,” she starts with a sly tone. “I can’t help but notice your nails,” she purrs, her voice laced with playfulness.

Shigaraki finishes the final touches to his signature whiskey sour, and flicks a quick glance towards Dabi’s hands, his interest piqued. A smirk tugs at the corner of his lips. “You’ve got more polish on your skin than the actual nails. Maybe next time ask your girlfriend for help.”

Dabi can’t help but snicker, his amusement evident. You shoot him a scowl, silently daring him to comment.

“Contrary to what you may think," he retorts, his voice laced with a smugness, “it was exactly my dearest girlfriend who painted my nails. I’m sure she’d have done a better job, had she not been too… preoccupied… with other activities.”

Twice can’t contain his disgust at the comment; the sound of his drink slamming against the counter echoes through the bar. The liquid spills and Spinner reacts swiftly, reaching for a wet towel to mop up the spreading mess. Shigaraki snorts, while Toga lets out a coo, shifting her attention to you.

Her fingers lightly graze the hem of your shirt, revealing a few deep-colored hickeys adorning your skin.

Author's note: uhm, first time writing smut lol 😅😅

#dabi x female reader #dabi x reader #dabi x you #dabi x y/n #dabi imagine #touya x reader #touya x you #touya x y/n #mha #bnha #dabi smut #mha smut #tw smut #reader insert

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kelin-is-writing · 2 years ago

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Kelin and I can’t wait to see and HEAR “Dabi’s dance” dubbed in Italian. WE ARE GOING INSANE!!

Look at him, all fucked up. Imagine Dabi looking at you like that when he’s pounding you so deep, repetitively hitting your g-spot.

“What a good girl, taking me so well. Such a pretty doll, you are.”

“Let me hear your pretty moans, never stop opening that mouth for me.”

This didn’t have anything to do with the fact that we wanna see Dabi’s dance in Italian but it’s okay. I just wanted to share some filthy thoughts about this perfect man named Dabi.

I. AM. DROOLING SO BAAADD. NO CAUSE BETWEEN HEARING HIM TALK ITALIAN AND WHAT YOU JUST SENT I'M JUST SO— never moving on from him i fear.

no cause while saying that he would be so entranced and in genuine awe while looking at his dick disappearing inside your pussy, then come out completely DRENCHED in your juices like... that riles him up even more!!!!! FUCKING YOU!!!! INTO OBLIVION!!!!! as he's in literal ecstasy!!!!! eyes rolling into the back of his skull as your moans turn his brain all mushy and fuzzy with lust and the need to get deeper than he already is into you.

GUYS I CAN'T DO THIS ANYMORE. I NEED DABI SO FUCKING BAD.

#kelin responds #kel's thirst hours 🥵#bnha smut #mha smut #dabi smut #touya todoroki smut #mars 🔥#guys the moment 'dabi's dance' gets dubbed in italian it's over for me #y'all i'm never going to shut the fuck up anymore #i'll become so damn annoying!!!!! more than already am!!!!!#and he's just well... existing????#down horrendously for dabi #this is gonna become one of his official tags btw #btw i think it's canon that dabi has a bulge kink like– when he sees the silhouette of his dick's head on your tummy?????#he's gonna CRUMBLE with the nost deep and husky groan you've ever head from him yet again

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savnofilter · 2 years ago

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Take: the reason Dabi slouches is because he has the weight of the entire series on his back atm. (Also thirst can he get me on my back? Cuz 😋😋🥴🥴)

dabi x [fem]reader

warning(s): sexual content, dabi beating up da pussy, crying kink, overstimulation, rough sex.

a/n: LMAOOO BYE you got me anon, so i gotch'yo back bae! <3

You two had been at it for hours.

Your body ached from the joyous pain of intercourse and you honestly couldn't wish for any other circumstance.

Your tears continuously stained the pillows beneath your head from the mating press he had you in, his heavy hips relentless in their rhythm. There were no intelligent words you could speak to convey how much pleasure you were in and sadly enough you were only reduced to a drooling and moaning mess.

Of course Dabi did not mind this at all. To fuck you so silly and stupid to the point you were just lying there without trying to fight him or talk back. His nails dug into your skin and gave your thighs new marks to adorn the old ones. The man couldn't help but grin down at your fucked out state, the quivering of your velvet walls letting him know what's about to occur in the next few moments.

"Daahh...~!"

You couldn't even finish your sentence. Was that supposed to be his name?

He has successfully fucked you dumb and he intends to keep you on it. Dabi seethes words of approval to commend you for sticking out this long—your worried, pained & masochist expression only fueling him to to continue on his heavy thrusts.

"T-Too mnn—!" You cry, your nimble hands grip his wrists in a weak attempt to pull him off. His punishing pace has your walls clenching around him as a plea, a shameless and animalistic groan is pulled out from his throat upon the feeling. He anchors his hips directly against your sore cunt, his nails digging their final marks into your beautiful skin.

You whimper feeling his cum spill in you, the hot load already overpowering the sensitivity of your carnal activities. Your head felt faint and yet you were still in bless. Coincidentally, your grip on his wrists never left but you were for sure spent. A weak groan leaves your lips upon his cock slipping out of your gaping pussy, the sight provocative in nature as your cunt longed for more.

You're his perfect little queen, aren't you?

#i still got it right?! 👵🏽#bnha x reader #mha x reader #bnha smut #mha smut #dabi x reader #dabi smut #dabi thirst #not sfw #d drabbles

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jaybird-fanfics · 2 years ago

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Villain Roommate |Chapter Five|

You were sat at your desk, eyes locked to your computer screen. You couldn't stop thinking about those recent crimes committed by the League. You read mostly about Dabi and the crimes he's done. 'thirty people murdered...' You thought with a grim look. It goes without saying that there were multiple cases of arson, along with whatever else the League was doing. One of your coworkers was walking by when they saw your screen.

"Ooh, Dabi huh?" They say with a smirk. You look away from your screen. "Pardon?" You ask. "Yeah, he's nothing to glance at that's for sure. But I don't think being a fan girl of his will look good for you. This is a professional work place." They teased. Your face heated up as you closed the screen. "It's not what it looks like." You defended. "I was just..."

How could you explain what you were doing without giving away that Dabi knew where you slept at night, as well as your personal number and name?

"I was just doing my research, I don't want to be behind when it comes to this kind of topic. Gives you something to talk about around the water cooler you know?"

"Hey, you don't have to explain yourself to me. I'll keep this a secret, just don't thirst after him during work hours, for your sake." They said before walking away. You sigh before pulling the window back up.

'What's to thirst after? He looks like some Frankenstein monster with all those staples.' You thought as you looked at a picture of him. 'Honestly who could simp over any villain?' You roll your eyes before finally closing out of the window and getting back to work. 'I mean...I can kind of understand why people might have a thing for him. People like bad boys I suppose, they like the thrill of it. And...He's not totally disgusting or horrible to look at. He does have a nice voice too...'

"What am I thinking?" You scolded yourself. This was a murderer you were talking about! A no good, low down, dirty criminal. That's all he is and will ever be. You sigh once again and focused on work.

You made it home a little late that night. Your usual way home was still being worked on so you had to take the long way, again. It brought back memories you didn't want to think about. It was a reminder, of how you let such a dangerous person into your life. Man all you wanted to do was just relax and indulge in your favorite junk food.

However you wouldn't be doing that tonight.

Your door was unlocked.

'I could have sworn I locked it this morning.' Your heart rate started to pick up as thoughts ran through your head. Did someone break in? Had you been robbed? You reached for the door and opened it then walked inside. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary, nothing seemed to be missing. Maybe you simply forgot to lock your door when you left for work. "Well that was smart, someone could have actually broken in." You say aloud.

"Yeah you're right."

You nearly screamed at the sudden voice. You whipped your head around looking for who it came from. And out from your bedroom came no other than Dabi.

You went pale in the face, heart sinking down into your stomach. So you did lock your doors, and this fucker broke in. What was he doing? How long had he been here? What did he want? These were the questions swimming through your mind. You swallowed before speaking. "W-What are you doing here? How did you get in?" Dabi looked at you up and down. "Aren't those uncomfortable?" He said pointing to your work shoes. "Why don't you take them off and relax, you look like you're about to shit yourself."

'Probably because there's a murderer in my house!' You yell in your mind. "I...have to wear them for work and-Wait, no, answer my question!"

"Questions." He corrected you, like the smartass he was. "Just answer me!" You huffed. "Me and my "buddies" are laying low for a while. So I thought, where else to hide but here of course?" He said before pulling out a cigarettes from his pocket. He lit it with his finger. "As for how I got in..." He took a long drag before exhaling the smoke. "I picked your lock." He said with a cocky smirk.

"You picked my lock?" You repeated. "Just a little something I learned when I was a teen." Dabi said before inhaling more smoke. You grimace at the smell. "I really wish you wouldn't smoke in here." You say. "I really wish you wouldn't whine so much." He retorted. You furrow your brows, anger starting to take over reason. "I don't care where you "lay low" it just can't be here. Now leave." Dabi paused mid drag, he exhaled as he put out the cigarette with his thumb. He then tossed the cigarette somewhere.

Does that not hurt him? You tense as he glared at you. "I don't think you fully understand, sweetheart..." He took a few steps towards you. "Just who you're talking to." He seemed to tower over you. Just how tall was this guy? Six foot? "I could hurt you pretty bad..." He grabbed your wrist, you flinched, trying to yank your hand back. "But, you're lucky I don't favor hurting women. Not my style, you know? But I can kill you. That I don't mind, I can even make it quick. You wouldn't feel a thing." He leaned down to whisper in your ear. "Would you like that?"

You trembled from head to toe. Feeling tears gathering in your eyes. "N-No." You whimper. He grinned pulling away from you. "Good, now be a dear and don't think about calling for help. They won't make here in time." He warned as he finally let go of you.

You let a out a breath you didn't know you were holding in. You held your wrist in your other hand, it shook. God, there was really nothing you could do. You were at his mercy, and the very thought of it killed you inside. There had to be a way out of this, there just had to be.

"Don't look at me like that." He tells you. "I'm not going to hurt you remember?"

No, he'll just kill you that's all.

"W-why did you choose here to hide?" You struggled to ask. "Because I just find you so pleasant to be around." He said sarcastically. "You were the first place I thought of. You got a problem with that?"

Yes.

"No." Dabi walked away from you and sat down on your couch. He leaned his head back and sighed heavily. "Dumbass, it's all his fault." He muttered. Your eyes traveled to the discarded cigarette, you walked over and picked it up before throwing it away. You shifted awkwardly, you hated that Dabi was right about you being uncomfortable. You wanted to change.

You started for your bedroom then remembered...

"What were you doing in my bedroom earlier?" You asked Dabi. He looked at you before shrugging. "Just looking around." More like snooping around. "I'm going to go change...Please don't follow me." Dabi rolled his eyes. "Would you relax? I'm a villain, not a creep. Just stop whining and get changed."

You would change quickly, not buying his word. But to your surprise, he didn't actually move from where he was.

You just changed into some loungewear, just a baggy shirt and sweatpants. You feel Dabi's eyes on you as you walked into the kitchen. You opened up your cabinets and started pulling out some things to cook with. Trying your best to ignore the fact that there was a killer several feet away from you. "Whatcha doing in there sweetheart?" You flinch at his voice. "Just...cooking. I hadn't ate much today, so...yeah."

"Oh? I'll have whatever you're making then." Was...he asking you to cook for him? Is he serious right now? Why would you? 'Well, he might kill me if I don't...' You thought before speaking. "Ok. It's um, katsu curry. Is that ok?" You didn't know why you were asking if it was ok with him, like you cared what he thought. "Sounds fine. Let's just hope you don't mess anything up." He teased. You wanted to chuck the knife you were holding at him, but refrained.

You tied your hair back before washing your hands so you could get to cooking.

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#dabi x reader #touya todoroki x reader #mha #bnha #my hero acedamia #boku no hero academia

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dabisqueen · 2 years ago

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hi just wanted to say that you are my salvation during loving Dabi/thirsting for Dabi hours which truly is most hours 🙏

(also small thing to report(?) your links don't work well on desktop, for example i clicked on link for ruined series and it shows this "This Tumblr is content-free for ruined-prequel-47k-words-you-are-more-than". everything is alright on mobile tho)

Hey nonny! Asks like this make my heart go boom - you know? I am so glad you like my writing!

As for the links- thank you! I added them on mobile so I will try to fix in on desktop. I am so glad you pointed that out!

💙💙💙💙💙

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metranart · 4 months ago

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Hawks chuckled, mirthless. “I’m too tired to jump you, my legs are too tired to chase you, my arms are too tired to restrain you, I’m too tired—… of constantly think about you...” your heart throbs at hearing this.

ft. Hawks centered, Hawks x reader, Slight! Bakugo x reader, Slight! Dabi x reader.

Hawks x UA Student! Reader (Part 9)

Your jaw dropped as you stuttered.

“...N-Nest?”

Hawks bumped his fist at his sides, like a very uncomfortable child who was being forced to hear the `sex talk’ for the first time.

“Yes, the nest I built for YOU.” Hawks explained, seemingly completely unconcerned with the prospect of you still being fully naked and at display, never mentioning it once. His eyes stealing glimpses from time to time. “It´s your—OUR nest.... as recently bond-...as mates.” He explained, face burning. “Please, baby bird.... p-please?”

Hawks knew there was really nothing you could do to stop him from carrying you over his shoulder like a caveman and claim you over the nest. But he wanted to atone for his misdeeds. So, he asked very sweetly, as if chirping melodically to please your ear with his voice, like a bird courting a female which he desired to impress. He was even willing to show you his best moves, but he had two left feet. Not his best bird trait.

You started to breath heavily, not believing your ears, stuttering out some incoherent words. “Wait-… what? I don´t... I mean, this is so....... WHY?” you ended up asking and he shrugged.

“You are not going to like the answer.”

You sighed frustrated, slowly growing angrier. “—The Rut’ bullshit.”

Hawks pursed his lips before nodding lightly.

“And if I refuse?” You mused, hugging your chest to realize you were still naked. Your face acquired an adorable rosy color according to Hawks, even so, you felt like screaming at him for not mention it earlier. Damn that man!

Doing your best so that your hands covered your private parts -Hawks didn't see the point, he had already memorized you in detail- you opened a drawer to fish out the first shirt you found and putting it on, it helped you feel less exposed, brave enough to ask what you really feared.

“...Will you force me?”

Hawks seemed torn apart for a solid minute before he suddenly said.

“Don't you like the nest that I built for you?”

Keigo sounded disappointed, almost hurt. “If you want, I can redo it... tell me how you would like it to be....” it looked like he was holding back a fit of angst, you had never seen him like this, this feeble and confused. You only knew each other for hours and most of them, he was rutting into your conquered cunt with frenzied exhilaration, even so, he didn’t seem like himself. “I can put more fabrics around, put my feathers in a different position-…. Whatever you want, just ask.” He lifted a pillow from the ruffled of red feathers to fluff it with his hands and for the first time your eyes focused on the nest.

It was a flurry of crimson feathers in the shape of a cradle which looked extremely soft and fluffy, like a cloud in the October sky. The clothes of both were piled up in different places, the skirt of your uniform, your shirt, his jacket, your underwear, everything... arranged in different strategic places to permeate the nest with both your scents.

Hawks stood stoically by the nest, which was situated directly above your mattress, patiently waiting for you to point out the flaws in his architectural vision.

At your lack of words, he felt the need to fill the void. "Maybe you don't like it because I haven't explained how I vision us inside—you and I are going here" he pointed to the central part of the nest where there were more fluffy feathers "and once inside, I'm going to cover ourselves with this cloth I found-" Oh hell! That was the duvet on your parents' bed.

“There won't be any holes but don't worry, you can breathe and sleep inside without a problem." Hawks looked so proud of his masterpiece, so expectant of the pat on the back, that your heart ended up aching for him.

You wanted to yell at him, get mad and storm out. But you weren´t like that, you were easy going and had a nursing nature, you liked to take care of others... which is why you were in this mess in the first place, your nature was to give in to the whims of your loved ones most of the time, please them and see them happy. Neglecting your own needs. You never believed that this quality which you saw as an advantage would end up harming you. You were not a push over, not at all. You just liked to take care. Like the Hero, you wanted to be.

Hawks looked really, REALLY hopeful and you searched for the words that would do the least damage.

“It's not that I don't like it—” You started, his whole attention turned to you, “It's just that I don't feel comfortable being THIS close…. to you.”

Hawks was stronger than you, faster- at least a foot taller, HE was the perfect mate. Designed that way to protect you. He wasn´t the problem-…. No! he was the problem—This was his rut-response speaking and ragging against your rejection to the nest, to him being close to you, to him touching you, to him trying to banish you from his mind, his instinct recognized you as his new everything but Hawks kept resisting... and he knew it, as he knew shouldn’t let it win, even so, here he was allowing himself this little slip. It was just nesting, nothing macabre or sexy had to happen, you just had to lay down beside him-...maybe let him wrap one arm around you, nothing to be this feisty about.

He wanted to allow himself this slip, so he pretended that didn’t understand your arguments—he DID. Hawks aimed to bend your bleeding heart at his convenience. You were vulnerable and only a villain would take advantage of that, even so, he’d done far worse before. He had lied, deceit and murder for his country. This was nothing, just a whim. He was truly a piece of shit, and in his mind accepting that, endorsed him with the right to keep going. Just this one time.

“If you feel more comfortable,” he said, tapping his lips while thinking, “you go in first and once you're sound asleep, I'll go in.” He advised.

Honestly, if you continued cornering him and he decided to attack you again, the sleeping arranges would be the least of your problems here, and you knew it.

You didn’t want to rile him up- make him mad or provoke him, unleashing another round of helpless humping. He wasn’t giving much of a choice either, he wanted this. The bird wanted to nest with his mate, so you could only wait. Watching him. Waiting for Keigo to snap again at your lack of cooperation, you couldn’t, as nursing as you were, your body refused to move.

“Just half an hour, baby bird, that’ll do—….” He took a step closer, hands inside his pants pockets, shirtless, head cocking down almost shyly. He was trying to make himself look less threatening, “I promise not to touch you…. beyond a hug,” he took another measured step. He was so tall that only two strides were enough for him to reach you, standing in front of you, waited for your eyes to lift from the ground.

"I know you don’t want to hear it, but I'm-” Hawks wanted to apologize again but it seemed like a meaningless sentiment now. Even more when he was orchestrating everything. God! He hated himself, he hated to be doing this to an underage girl and he hated how euphoric his heart pounded at the thought of you being unable to truly deny him anything.

“Just-… It’ll be okay, I promise. Trust me.” Your gaze snapped up at his comment, he was asking you to trust him, you didn’t remember how. Hawks, the ever-attentive bird, did not miss how your expression change.

“—how dare you ask me to trust you?” Your voice was feeble and weak. You felt emotionally exhausted. He could feel it, your smell was screaming to him that you needed to rest.

Hawks chuckled, mirthless. “I’m too tired to jump you, my legs are too tired to chase you, my arms are too tired to restrain you, I’m too tired—… of constantly think about you” he chews the inside of his cheek, “… so, yeah?” He did look tired, you were as well and he immediately detected the change in the air, you were thinking about it, it smelled like resignation. A grin ghosted his lips, at the thought that he might have chosen the right words to reassured you.

You squirmed uncomfortably when his hands abandoned the prison of his pant pockets, slowly reaching for you, unfaltering fingers searching for intimacy ignoring your utter disdain for this entire situation.

“Yeah.” You heard yourself agree, even so, you slapped his hand away, hard. Sending him mix signals.

“… Yeah?” he repeated with a hint of eager confusion.

“I'm not stupid, Hawks,” you pointed out, “I know I don’t have a say in this even when you like to pretend I do.” You were so smart, his heartbeat fluttered at having found such a worthy mate, “—you were my favorite hero, can you believe it?”

He nodded in understanding, this time with a heavy sigh.

“It´s my carefree and jovial attitude... drives the ladies, crazy.” He joked, the smile never reaching his eyes. The posters on the wall kind of hint it to him, even so, hear it from you felt equally flattering and devastating.

He offered his hand for you to take it. “Last thing, (y/n), I swear.”

Eventually, you took his hand, slowly letting him guide you inside the nest. It felt strangely soft and fluffy. Hawks observing you the whole time, every movement he swallowed with attentive eyes. From you testing the softness of his feathers among your fingers, how you played with them, sending delicious and very welcome tingles to his owner. His feathers were like nerve terminals for him, he could feel everything, every move, every pinch, every caress, every sensation went straight to him. You didn’t have to know. It was useless information for you.

Once you looked less uncomfortable, hopped inside, sitting cross-legged right next to you, discretely reading your mood swings. At first you were tense, then curious, then close to amazed and now tense again, and you were about to get more anxious at hearing him spell the next words.

“You need to take the shirt off, baby bird.” He murmured, holding his hands up in feign surrender, like trying to diminish the outburst he knew was coming.

“Why?! This is the only thing covering me...” You urged, your voice cracking before the air exuded irritation.

“I know... but we will need less time inside the nest if we are naked.” He tried to explain in all sweetness and slow motions. Taking off his pants, he threw them out of the nest and waited for you to follow his lead. Please follow his lead.

“Naked? Again!? No.” You ranted.

The air was filling with stress, Hawks scrunched his nose, his instinctual need to keep you safe and comfortable was about to unleash hell upon you.

He growled deep in his chest. Pissed out. Was it too much to ask for you to calm down? He wasn’t going to touch you, nor fuck you, nor lick your pussy, nor hold you against the nest and breed you, humping into you recklessly like a rabbit in heat more than a bird of prey. No! he wasn’t going to do that, even when he wanted to! Even when he had been annoyingly half-hard for the last fifteen minutes, he was controlling himself. Why couldn’t you give him the same courtesy? Cut him a fucking break?! Fuck!

His mind was more and more agitated, you were in danger, just obey him, dammit! Just submit…

JUST TAKE THAT FUCKING SHIRT OFF.

The shirt landed on his palm out of the sudden, it was so spontaneous that it cut short his fit of anger. His nostrils stopped from flare, his eyes regained the golden color, his muscles relaxed, and he felt air filling his lungs again. What had happened? Hawks looked confused, you on the other hand looked close to tears.

Bunched up against one edge of the nest, Hawks crouched over you menacingly, towering over your trembling figure. When did he close the distance? He didn’t remember. Immediately sitting on his heels once noticed the aggressive posture his body had acquired. He needed to fix this.

“Baby bird-… I didn’t mean…” Hawks could assume what happened but still needed to verify, “baby girl,” he called gently, “darling, please, come here.” You were sobbing, hugging your knees and he felt his heart clench.

He just had a black out.

“Did I yell at you?” he asked concerned, kneeling at arm’s reach without touching you. You nodded weakly. Apparently, he had lost control and the words he thought were only on his mind were also coming out of his mouth.

“I didn’t mean to,” he insisted, and finding you clamped down, felt the urge to spoil you back to calmness.

“Here,” he offered, “this-… pretty bird, this you can wear.”

A long minute passed before you spied from under your hands to find a soft garment being pressed against you. It was his hero jacket, your big puffy eyes looked at him from the rim of your arms and he smiled, understandingly.

Understanding that he was a selfish bastard, he had been denied so much for so long that now he was unable to control himself, the greed in him was relentless, he was a bystander of his unknown possessive nature.

“I’m sorry, (y/n), about EVERYTHING.” He murmured, genuinely moved “Nothing of this is your fault, I’m the one at fault, just ME. I can’t change what I did, but I swear on my life that—”

You rushed to him. You hugged him. You reach to him, and he melt around you. He didn’t care, he hugged you back, tight and shamefully predatorily.

He knew you were only looking for comfort, any kind of release, you were exhausted, you didn’t want him per se, but he ignored that truth and just pressed you against his chest, laying you on the nest locked his arms around you, your hair sprawled on his shoulder. You snoozed off at the sound of his heartbeat. You were his, for the time being at least, he´ll take it.

Knock! Knock!

Who dared to disturb your peaceful nap? Go away!

Knock! Knock! Knock!

“W-What's...what’s that noise” you stirred in your sleep, words smothered against Hawk’s warm pecs.

“—Housecleaning?” Hawks mumbled still sleep.

“You are not-... in a hotel, y-you spoiled...spoiled bird.” You yawned, reaccommodating inside his arms. You were so close together that your bodies could fuse.

“I´m not spoiled-...baby...awwww.... bird” he yawed, long and lazy, “I'm just too busy with... Hero stuff.”

Knock! Knock! Knock!

“Ranking up on the charts... must-must be exhausting-” you teased back, too comfortable inside his heat, almost wanting to forget how much he hurt you.

Hawks grinned like a fool at how much joy this little witty exchange brought him-...if only you could stay like this forever, half-sleep and willing, and his. He hugged you tightly rejoicing in the laziness of the cute momentum. He still felt tired, so tired.

KNOCK!

“Dinner is ready. One-chan~…... mom sent me to get you, one-chan?” Your younger brother singsong from the other side of the door.

His childish voice seeped into your exhausted brain and your eyes opened.

"Toji...?" you drawled, lazily, what was Toji doing in the UA dormitories? You wondered wiping traces of saliva from your mouth with the back of your hand.

“One-chan...?”

“Toji~...OMG! Toji!” you finally went out of the drossiness.

“T-thank-thank you, Toji...ehmmm, give me a sec...” you yelled back, your voice sounding groggy.

“Open up, I want to show you my drawing.” The little boy insisted.

Shaking Hawks to wake him up was like an impossible feat. The young hero had gone back to sleep with you trapped in between his arms, it would be futile to try to open the lock in which he held you, the most euphoric hug.

"Hawks," you whispered, close to his ear. “Hawks!” you tried a little louder.

"You tickle me, baby~" he beamed lazily, still half-slept.

"Hawks!" You shook his frame more vigorously, but he still saw it as playful teasing from his playful mate. "I like when you tickle me.... so niceeeeeeee.... do it again, baby-...baby bird."

“Dammit! You lazy bird! Wake up!” There was no way to move his body, he was anchored to the nest.

“Can I come in, one-chan?” You saw the doorknob turn slightly and terror seized you when you noticed that the lock was not on. "Just a minute, peanut, don't open the door...."

“What's taking you so looooong~” The small child complained.

Why Keigo was so strong, this was ridiculous! You scratched at his arms.

“It will be only a minute—” you pleaded to your little brother.

“Then I'm making the countdown....1.....2.....3” the boy playfully started.

“HAWKS! HAWKS....please wake up......” The Hero merely rolled his body to the other side taking you with him to then snuggled you harder, “Five more minute, darling-… I can barely keep my eyes open...AWWWW-” he yawned loudly.

“4....5.... 6....7....8....”

“Fucking you that well is a victory on its own buuuuut-…. AWWWW.... was not easy task, it took a toll on me,” he gloated, silly grin curling his lips haughtily, eyes still closed. “It´s the curse of the Alpha bird.”

You rolled your eyes at his manly show of ego. You needed to think and fast.

“9....10....11....12...13....14....15....16....17....18....19....20!”

Time was running out because you knew that Toji only knew how to count to forty. You'd already tried everything except this, "Please don't attack me." You implored and reaching his exposed neck you laid your lips softly.

"Someone-e... someone got up naughty~" Hawks teased, smirking and letting out a goofy giggle, but that sound turned fast into a deaf scream that you had to muffle under your palm when instead you bit him hard on the neck.

Hawks would have bolted from the nest if he hadn't had you on top of him, your teeth digging into the tender skin of his neck until you heard him frantically mumble under your palm. "...Are you finally awake?" you asked clearly annoyed, jaw opening.

"Jeez, baby bird!" Hawks growled, the skin around his neck turning red among your saliva, "I like it rough but not this early."

Hawks was still confused, it wasn’t early in the morning, it was almost night, and you weren’t one of his easy conquests.

“21.... what was that noise, one-chan?”

Hawks felt stunned when hearing a child's voice on the other side of the door. He turned to see you worried and you immediately nodded. "It´s my little brother."

"-You said there was no one else in the house." He reminded you.

"It wasn´t, surely he came later -...with my dad." OMG! Probably your dad was home as well.

"One-chan?" Touji insisted.

"Uh-...I hit my finger against the bottom of my bed, peanut." You lied and heard him laugh mirthfully on the other end, "You always sound like a man when you yell." You deadpanned at his too clever comment for a five-year-old.

The little boy had no filter yet, everything that came out of his mouth was either extremely humiliating or extremely cute, there was no middle ground. Hawks was trying not to burst out laughing but he was having a hard time.

“Really?” you chastised the Pro Hero.

“I already like Toji—” Hawks chuckled lowly, making sure to muffle the sound against his bicep.

“—Too bad because you are NOT meeting him.” At last, you were free and without acknowledge the change of mood in the winged man due to your comment, you set out to collect your clothes, which you balled up in your arms to then offer his to Hawks and speak.

"Get dressed quickly and get out of here." You spatted coldly. Ignoring the hero's furtive glances, Keigo wanted to make eye contact with you, while both got dressed, he looked for your eyes, but you never turned his way.

“22....23....24" Toji kept going.

“Why is he counting?” Hawks mused, keeping his voice low while tied the laces on his boots, expecting for you to at least turn around to answer him, but not such luck. “He's counting the seconds for you to leave.” You said sharp and unapproachable.

Regardless, Hawks grinned, he really loved this witty side of you, maybe a little less biting and cruel.... Nah! He loved it. Even so, he ought to try yet again. “Have you seen my visor?”

“How would I know. I did not undress you—” your back was still to him, so you missed how he snorted a laugh.

“Baby bird~”

“You have the money to buy other, get out NOW!”

You opened the window with a harsh tug and the fresh air entered ruffling the few feathers that were still attaching to his back. Without looking at him, you took a step back and waited for him to leave.

“25....26....27....28....29"

“I understand how upset you must be, but I can't leave if you don't even look at me.”

Crossing your arms in front of your chest, you fumed, finally turning around. "You understand how upset I must be? Seriously, Keigo?" Your voice was low, like an angry whisper.

You saw his feathers ruffle excitedly and it angered you more. “You sick fuck—”

“30....31....32"

“I can't control it, okey?... don´t call me a sick fuck,” All his feathers dangerously flared acquiring a sharper look, each one now attached to his back and making him float a little off the ground, “it's like when you run a finger over the sole of your foot... tickles are automatic, that's how it is-…" he hesitated a little but ended up saying, “—to hear my name from your voice.”

“How romantic! I'm melting away for you, KEIGO.” You scoffed. “Is that one of your pickup lines? Pfff! What am I saying? Of course, it is! Bachelor number one of the country.”

“33....34"

“I don't know if you're angry or jealous, anymore....” Hawks snarled, getting frustrated by your changing attitude. “I'm trying to have a civil conversation with you...MY mate.” He pointed out and you gasped audibly at his nonsense, you were definitely not jealous more like superbly resented, “at least give me a fucking chance to—”

“35....36”

“To what? To rape me again!?” this time you closed the distance rushing towards him, your index finger poking at his chest viciously as you glare at him, defiantly. Hawks just stared down at you, unreadable look on his face. “—Why do you ALWAYS refuse to leave, Hawks? Is the only thing I ask! Fly away from here and don't EVER come back.”

“37...38….39”

“I cannot.... I cannot-…. baby bird” His hands found the way up and without asking for permission nestled your warm face between those cold fingers, his golden eyes were mesmerizing up close, like molten gold shinning in the dim light. You couldn't move, his grip was fierce and stubborn, why did his eyes keep tracing the shape of your lips? Why was his face suddenly SO close? His lips kept babbling something.

“Ask me for anything, (Y/N), I will be the genius of the lamp for you, infinite wishes, all you can dream of.... everything money can buy, it's YOURS! Just don´t ask me to leav—”

“40!!!!”

The doorknob turned completely, Hawks brushed your lips uncaringly as the door slammed open, and chaos entered.

COMING SOON PART 10....

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TOUYA TODOROKI HAD NEVER BEEN PARTICULARLY emotionally available - in that, he was a bit like his father. no doubt it also had to do with losing much of his formative years to a medically induced coma, then living on the streets - in the aftermath. too many drugs and too much sin for a boy that had barely become a man, and something in dabi had long since hardened and shut down. later, the therapists would call him a cognizant sociopath, not unkindly, and offer him methods to cope with the trauma of his past, and everything that now came after. they acted like he felt nothing at all - experienced no human emotion beyond a thirst for vengeance and rage, and in those sessions he longed for the other league members more than anything, because even now - only they understood each other.

dabi had felt. dabi had felt so intensely he burned as bright as a star - he flayed the flesh from his own bones, incinerated a lung, rend his family and screamed the agonies of his childhood until he could scream no more. and dabi loved intensely too - loved hawks, loved keigo, so much that the fragile heart that had begun beating again under the two-faced heroes tutelage could do nothing but shatter beneath his betrayal. dabi had been too fragile - to new to loving, to trusting, to filing down his sharp edges... he regret keigo's pain, in the end, but he would never leave his heart unguarded like that.

'i love you' in the white walls of a hospital room. the monitors hadn't caught it perhaps, but touya had known... had known his heart had skipped a beat, stuttered in his chest but right then, it had been too little. too late. it was always too late.

why not sooner, keigo?

but fuck - it was impossible to let it all go, and he wonders if a wedge is developing in this glass heart of his, another crack to reveal the healing muscle beneath. everyday. keigo is here, every. damn. day. taking care of him - fussing over him, even if touya's cold blue gaze burns with the ire of his flame. even if he practically hisses at the president, more inclined to sit as far away from him as possible during the hours the tv is on than to even be in the same room. but things change - the world turns on... and touya...

soft golden brown and coldfire blue meet in the shadowed alcove of the doorway, that little towel hanging over keigo's head in a manner most charming. for his part, touya's lips open - staples shining in the dim light, as he just kind of... stares. as if seeing keigo again for the first time in a long, long while. as if the war was just the past, as if the smell of burnt flesh and feathers didn't fill his nostrils, as if he didn't see twice's dead body over and over in his mind. instead he just saw... keigo. the resilient man who had it a mission to ensure touya's comfort, to tend to his needs - body, mind, and... ❝ no. ❞ he answers without thinking, a familiar rasp in his tone.

touya cuts a grin that feels like dabi roils beneath his skin, savage and intent, as he yanks the towel away to step back.

❝ you gonna try to be cute and invite me in, mr. president? ❞ but he simply points. ❝ bath. now. ❞

― BEYOND THE COURSE OF THE FINAL DAYS LIE IN WAVES OF TEMPTUOUS RAPIDS, the promise of smooth sailing just on the horizon, paddling hard with bare hands and straining muscle, not even wings to carry him on. The navigation after those days was as difficult as finding a needle under the sifts of sand in the ocean ; seeking, ever seeking, all whilst beneath the pressure of suffocation the further the seeking goes on. Keigo had not adapted by choice. Living without his wings had been one thing ( pure stubbornness on his part, his refusal to be a victim of AFO, vehemence that he could continue with his dream despite the taking of his quirk ) but forgetting his dream and living a life of normalcy? Never.

He'd rather die.

but thanks to his glittering reputation and utterly golden reviews from his ( still living ) superiors in the organization, he was able to jam his foot into the door and make another name for himself within the industry he so desperately wanted to change. Being such a good boy for the public certainly had its perks, didn't it? His voice still mattered in high places. He could look deeper into how the rules had been changing from the inside. He even had special permission to visit Dabi. ( Toya. Toya. His name is Toya.) So long as the family permitted it. But not only had they permitted it, but he had worked it out with the Todoroki's so that he may aid in his rehabilitation. Not only with his mangled body, but with his devastated spirit. But as the years fall forward, so does his heart.

Their relationship had been a series of unfortunate events from the beginning. And now, two years later, they were not even on speaking terms. As they were now, Keigo couldn't even rant and rave about his newer accomplishments and how hollow they felt without Toya's praises, or even how sappily romantic he'd been thinking. The good and bad days were words spoken to the . He had spoken words of love, outright confessed in front of the family, in front of guards and all and yet, the only thing he had been met with was that suffering silence amidst these rapids. Keigo had been wishing so badly for Toya to speak to him again, but the betrayal had been too much. He did not blame the other man, he couldn't. that pain was just as searing today as it was years prior. Yes he hurt too, but all he'd wanted was to have an evening of peace. all he'd wanted was an evening alone together. To just lie together with him, with someone he loved, and just exist together.

Hear of Toya's good days, and bad. To know that he was smiling.

He dwells upon it even making his way home that evening, that even after all of his confessions and nursing Toya back to health ― the other wouldn't even speak to him. Maybe this is just what love is supposed to be. To love someone wasn't because you expected them to love you in return, it was so that they knew they were loved. That Toya would not return his love had no bearing on whether or not Keigo would keep caring for him. All he wanted was for Toya to know that he was loved, and that he was seen. That he would heal as completely as he could and Keigo would not hinder his progress.

And just as fast as ever, Keigo had managed to fly on home without a second thought to anything but his lost love and in the pouring rain no less - god, was it difficult to tell when the rain would come without his wings. . . Even with Toya's pointed word of warning. But he didn't mind this so much. The day had been hard, so what's a little evening of misfortune to finish off the bad day? The bad day that, surprisingly, had . . . a very fortunate event waiting through the door when he'd come home.

There he stands in disbelief, hardly daring to believe his luck, at Toya not only right in front of him but now accosting him with a fluffy red towel― never was the gentlest man he'd ever known - and he did not complain nor talk back, but beamed toward him in the brightest most dazzling smile he'd worn in months. Toya, talking in full sentences, and to him? He was so thankful to be hearing Toya's voice, he couldn't even think of something stupid to say. It was only the face that carried anything stupid in that room. Weary hands take hold of each end of the towel, chin tucked low into his chest, before glancing up again. Trying not to smile. Failing spectacularly.

“ Have you bathed yet, Toya? ”

Toya is still the flame, and Keigo is still nothing but a moth.

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