#Dabi is a godsend

[palesweetscherryblossom]

Prince Charming! Hawks would definitely be barely crossing the line into scumbag territory.

Like, MF would be looking for ways into blackmailing Princess! Reader into marriage. Hawks is an absolute charming bastard who can manipulate an entire room if he wanted to.

Not to mention he’s low key pervy. Sure he’s not Shigaraki level bad but he’s getting there.

Hawks has a breeding kink, he wants at least 5 little ones running around and stuff. MF has an entire BABY NAME BOOK that he has skimmed through.

What’s worse is that he did find a way to blackmail you into marriage, Dabi just got to you first.

(Post your hate for Hawks below 🥰/j)

[dabibebee]

Hi there dear readers… this story will take place after the war between the heroes and the villains, let’s say the todoroki family forgave touya and he forgave them too that includes the families of the victims he killed so it’s time to get himself a bride and that bride is none other than you ;)

P.s: he’s still scarred like before, Eri rewinded him to the state before he got those awful burns on him… Also forgive my grammar and punctuations I’m not an English speaker lol. Anyhow enjoy my very first tumblr blog lol

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“You’re finally a normal human being touya, don’t let your past affect you, I’m sure you’ll find the perfect girl.” Said Fuyumi messaging touya’s shoulders “ actually I have someone I’d like to be with but I’m not sure she’ll accept me.” Said touya rubbing his neck “nonesense” said fuyumi pinching his cheeks then spent the rest of the day telling him about what he missed in the family.

As for you

You were taking care of your niece while thinking of what you’ve done weeks before the war started and you still find it embarrassing “come on y/n it’s not like he’s alive with all the burns he obtained on himself.” Said your best friend through the phone. “Tsk tsk, don’t say that I know he’s alive, gotta go.” You said hanging up the phone to recall what happened since the little rascal is sound asleep.

Flash back

You were walking through the crowds in the city in the cold winter night trying to find Christmas gifts for your family when you noticed a patched up guy sitting on the bench in the park and looking at the snowy sky above, he looked lonely and the people around him are kind of avoiding making any contact with the man because they’re aware of who he is. “He’s so cute in person.” You thought walking to the man. You ended up standing between his parted legs “even if you have a fire quirk, sitting here in the cold is bad for you mister dabi.” You said cupping his cheeks with your warm hands “what do you suggest? Doll.” Said dabi enjoying the comfortable contact of your hands on his healthy and unhealthy skin. “How about a delicious hot chocolate, my treat.” You said rubbing his staples. “ mmmm I’d rather get a kiss.” Said Dabi smirking at your flushed face “ a kiss it is.” You said before crashing your lips on his warm ones…. You guys kissed for a long while to the point of you falling into his lap without noticing at all and when the kiss broke you were both blushing hard. “Fuck I’m rock hard now.” Said dabi carrying you to the nearest dark alleyway. He quickly let go of you. “Turn around, hands on the wall.” Said dabi fiddling with his belt. You did as he told you then all of a sudden you heard him unbuckle his belt. “W-what are you doing?” You asked trying to turn around but he turned your face back to the wall. “Nothing that will ruin your life, don’t worry.” Said dabi pumping his fat dick then he lifted your short frilly skirt and placed his length inside your panties and not inside your pussy. “ oh God!” Said dabi thrusting at a slow pace. “Ahh.” You moaned and held the wall with all your might when he picked up the pace. “ you’re godsend to me doll.” Said Dabi removing your scarf so he could give your cream like neck some hickeys. You looked down and saw the massive cock between your legs and his heavy balls making contact with your butt cheeks… in no time a thick white rope of his essence coated your panties and dripped down your legs. “Ahhh that was hella good, thanks doll.” Said dabi pulling away from you then sheathed his member in his boxers and pulled up his pants then turned you around. “ I could’ve gotten you pregnant but you’ll have to wait some other time, here’s my contact information.” Said dabi giving you a piece of paper then kissed your cheek and walked away.

You opened the paper and saw his phone number so you hid it in your pocket and adjusted your sticky panties then walked back to your apartment. Blushing constantly when you remember the last thing he told you.

End of flashback

Since then you didn’t dare contact him because you know he’s so busy with the league and the PLF so you didn’t wanna add to his problems “ I gotta sleep or I’m doomed tomorrow.” You said pulling up the blanket to your body.

The next day you had to meet up with fuyumi to discuss some things related to the upcoming exams next week and she told you she’s bringing up her older brother with her, you’ve waited for thirty minutes at the college’s campus until a red car pulled up and parked not too far from you. It was fuyumi. She left the car with her big brother and you couldn’t believe yourself, the guy besides her was none other than the ex-villain you’ve fallen in love with. “Oh my God!” You said running towards fuyumi who was expecting a hug from you but you ran past her and hugged touya who hugged you back. “ I can’t believe you’re alive, I missed you so much.” You said pampering his scarred face with kisses. “Easy babygirl.” Said touya giving you an eskimo kiss. “Wow y/n is the perfect match for you touya.” Said fuyumi squealing like a happy kid who’s got the prize he wanted. “Don’t you guys have stuff to discuss?” Asked touya still has you in his arms. “ we do but that can wait for tomorrow.” You said receiving an approving look from fuyumi. “ you guys need to catch up with each other, I’ll go work on some projects.” Said fuyumi leaving you and touya alone. He was wearing a black leather pants with black boots and a light grey dress shirt that has the first few buttons unbuttoned with a darker grey trench coat. “You look hot.” Said touya loving the way you’re dressed. “ says the hottest man alive.” You said walking hand in hand with him to a nearby bench. You sat down and he sat down next to you. “Hey y/n.” Said touya looking a bit nervous. “ yes” You said hugging his arm. “ do you by any chance think of marriage?” Said touya finally blurting what he wanted to tell you the moment you met in that cold weather that day. “Of course I would want to get married but I don’t have a boyfriend.” You said looking around at all the couples in the campus. “ then would you like to go out with me.” Said touya pulling you into his lap. “ I’d love too.” You said wrapping your arms around his neck then kissed his lips passionately

“But why would you ask this all of a sudden?” You asked after the kiss broke. “ my mom wants to see her grandkids before she kicks the bucket so I’m trying to make her wish come true.” Said touya kissing your neck. “ fair enough.” You said cuddling with him more before your next class started.

The days have passed and today was your wedding day to the number one’s oldest son.

“Black hair suits you touya.” Said rei adjusting his bowtie. “ thanks mom.” Said touya giving her forehead a chaste kiss. “ you shouldn’t keep your bride waiting.” Said enji wiping his tears away. “ you’re right.” Said touya giving tissues to his dad. Even though everything is fine with the family, there are times were the tension is high between the two of them.

Time skip to the wedding night.

“ when am I expecting grandchildren from you two.” Said rei giving you a hug while the others congratulated you “by the end of this night she’ll be pregnant.” Said touya shamelessly as he fist bumped natsuo. “Awww I’m so happy for you two.” Said toga jumping up and down excitedly. “ yeah enjoy your night.” Said shigaraki playing with his Nintendo but without all the hands around his body. “ I wish you happiness lady y/n.” Said compress giving you a red rose. “ thank you.” You said taking it from him. “ now now its time to go.” Said Dabi taking you away from all of them.

In the suite that enji booked for you two… you went to the bedroom to take your makeup off and wear the sexy see through babydoll dress that fuyumi bought for you while touya took off all of the accessories he’s wearing and just sticking with his dress shirt and pants (hence he’s wearing the same as the fanart) since he’s awaiting for you he decided to smoke a bit…

“Psst psst.” You said getting his attention from the huge window he was looking at. “Oh my.” Said touya taking his pants off then chased after you around the suite with his hard cock. Once he had a grip of you he wasted no time in drilling his dick in your pussy all night… thus making you pregnant as he promised.

[hellveticanews]

my hero aca ramble ( 17 / 10 /20 )

the last year of my hero has been a very weird roller-coaster of things that bore me to death and things that grip me so intensely, like we just got a all might vs. all for one focus for what? 5 chapters?? and it was awful for me, the schtick of all might using the kids quirks was underwhelmingly executed and the melodrama between these two has NEVER interested me even back in the early days.

in general this seems like a weird conflict of interest that i have in general, most of the time the 'older generations' plotlines in anything disinterest me the most, so it's natural its happened here. but i dont know, it seems like this entire fight was just a blander rehash of all of what came before, made worse since, unlike in kamino ward, OTHER THINGS ARE HAPPENING

the am vs afo focus happens AFTER uraraka vs. toga which is a series highlight. and even other sequences in this war that lacked a series long build up was done in striking and moving ways; like jirou fighting all for one, or the big three fighting shigaraki, even shoji's shit which has gotten the shortest end of all the sticks made me feel something.

and then there's the things we've skipped or just aren't acknowledging; no updates on spinner at this point is insulting, and aoyama's fight being skipped pisses me off to all end, especially since it ended the way it did with such grotesque fanservice. i don't want to say that this fight shouldn't've happened since, i know hori has been developing all might for ages for the sake of this very fight... but man, that's all i want to say lol

at least it feels like this fight has finally culminated meaningfully and is interacted with other plotlines, so i'm gonna remain hopeful that it will turn around, and not feel like a waste of my precious, precious time.

speaking off, izuku vs. shigaraki, man i'm excited for this, shigaraki is still my favourite character and i've been waiting for these two for ages. bakugo coming back is a godsend i want that boy doing cool shit to make up for not doing anything in the series at all not saying characters need to be plot important to exist but i find it funny that dudebros will rag on sakura for being useless in her story but stan bakugo who literally doesnt do anything but go to school gets kidnapped and lose to shigaraki twice

speaking of izuku and bakugo, it'll be weird if they aren't the endgame ship right?? like in all seriousness i don't think it will happen i'm not insane but at this point, it feels worse than naruto and sasuke... like the story will just be better if izuku doesn't end up with anybody or he ends up with bakugo and i am actually being so serious i'm not joking

i not saying uraraka is bad, i love her, but even for her, not ending up with izuku seems like it would only strengthen her arc, by making for a more unique character that innovatively contributes to this story's themes of romanticization and admiration.

and more than anything else, this entire battle has just made me want to have the characters sit down and talk after the fallout, dabi, toga (SHE BETTER NOT BE DEAD HORIKOSHI YOU BITCH), spinner, and shiggy all deserve a happily ever after and i am very serious in saying everything here could be set up for a more elaborate second story

lol

[ao3feed-izuku-midoriya]

How to Be a Hero

How To Be A Hero by AspenAster32

Four people declared useless and villainous by society. Four people with heroic spirits. Four orphans. Four people bound by fate. This is a story about four people who found hope and happiness in each other, and took the world by storm.

Words: 1990, Chapters: 3/?, Language: English

Fandoms: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: F/F, F/M, M/M, Multi

Characters: Midoriya Izuku, Shinsou Hitoshi, Hatsume Mei, Monoma Neito, Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead, Yamada Hizashi | Present Mic, Kayama Nemuri | Midnight, Maijima Higari | Power Loader, Nedzu, Todoroki Shouto, Dabi | Todoroki Touya, Toga Himiko, Takami Keigo | Hawks

Relationships: Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead/Yamada Hizashi | Present Mic, Dabi | Todoroki Touya/Takami Keigo | Hawks

Additional Tags: Parental Kayama Nemuri | Midnight, Dadzawa, Midoriya Izuku Has a Quirk, Midoriya Izuku Does Not Have One for All Quirk, Sassy Midoriya Izuku, Monoma Neito is a Good Friend, Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead is So Done, Dadmic, Parental Maijima Higari | Power Loader, Grandpa Nedzu, Analytical Midoriya Izuku, Insomniac Shinsou Hitoshi, Insomniac Midoriya Izuku, Dabi | Todoroki Touya is Not a Villain, Big Brother Dabi, Found Family, togs isn't a villain, Vigilante Midoriya Izuku, Vigilante Shinsou Hitoshi, Vigilante Toga Himiko, Vigilante Dabi | Todoroki Touya, Vigilante Monoma Neito, Vigilante Hatsume Mei, Toga gets the help she deserves, Chaos Squad, THEY ARE ALL GREMLINS(send aizawa help), Tsukauchi Naomasa Needs a Break, Protective Dabi, Takami Keigo | Hawks Acts Like a Bird, Protective Takami Keigo | Hawks, Big Bro Hawks, I Don't Even Know, Why Did I Write This?, IZUKU LOVES CATS, they all do, CATS ARE A GODSEND

Read Here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/43676970

[ao3feed-hawks]

How to Be a Hero

How To Be A Hero by AspenAster32

Four people declared useless and villainous by society. Four people with heroic spirits. Four orphans. Four people bound by fate. This is a story about four people who found hope and happiness in each other, and took the world by storm.

Words: 1990, Chapters: 3/?, Language: English

Fandoms: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: F/F, F/M, M/M, Multi

Characters: Midoriya Izuku, Shinsou Hitoshi, Hatsume Mei, Monoma Neito, Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead, Yamada Hizashi | Present Mic, Kayama Nemuri | Midnight, Maijima Higari | Power Loader, Nedzu, Todoroki Shouto, Dabi | Todoroki Touya, Toga Himiko, Takami Keigo | Hawks

Relationships: Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead/Yamada Hizashi | Present Mic, Dabi | Todoroki Touya/Takami Keigo | Hawks

Additional Tags: Parental Kayama Nemuri | Midnight, Dadzawa, Midoriya Izuku Has a Quirk, Midoriya Izuku Does Not Have One for All Quirk, Sassy Midoriya Izuku, Monoma Neito is a Good Friend, Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead is So Done, Dadmic, Parental Maijima Higari | Power Loader, Grandpa Nedzu, Analytical Midoriya Izuku, Insomniac Shinsou Hitoshi, Insomniac Midoriya Izuku, Dabi | Todoroki Touya is Not a Villain, Big Brother Dabi, Found Family, togs isn't a villain, Vigilante Midoriya Izuku, Vigilante Shinsou Hitoshi, Vigilante Toga Himiko, Vigilante Dabi | Todoroki Touya, Vigilante Monoma Neito, Vigilante Hatsume Mei, Toga gets the help she deserves, Chaos Squad, THEY ARE ALL GREMLINS(send aizawa help), Tsukauchi Naomasa Needs a Break, Protective Dabi, Takami Keigo | Hawks Acts Like a Bird, Protective Takami Keigo | Hawks, Big Bro Hawks, I Don't Even Know, Why Did I Write This?, IZUKU LOVES CATS, they all do, CATS ARE A GODSEND

Read Here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/43676970

[justtodoroki]

🙌🏻🙌🏻🙌🏻

[i-cant-sing]

I gotta know:

1-how are you this much of a godsend for yandere content? I love you so much 🥺

2-would the First Lady’s children still would want to cuddle with their momma even when they’ve all grown up (and probably much taller than her at that point as well)?

Okay, I'll answer:

1- I literally will not study until its too late and I hate myself for that. And I like to daydream a lot, and since I talk fast, all my words get jumbled up/half of them don't even make it out and nobody gets what I'm saying. Which is why I like to write my thoughts down and get to share it with you guys too. I have way too many ideas, but too little time.

2- Yes. 100%. Himiko has no qualms about cuddling upto mama Y/n. But Tomura and Dabi feel... a little shy now that they've grown up. Dabi more than Tomura because Dabi likes to show that he is a mature, grown up boy who does not need mama's cuddles and love to get him through life. But all of those lies disappear when one of them or you has a bad day, or worse, you're mad at them. Oh no, then all three, tall ass kids (Kai is to blame for that) will follow you around like kicked puppies until you finally ask them whats wrong. And then they all just kind of drape themselves over your smaller frame, and you're hugging them one second, but the next, you're somehow lying/sitting on a bed or any other comfortable surface, with two of them cuddling each side of yours, while one of them rests their head on your lap. And you keep on asking them what's the matter, but they all just sigh and remain quiet and you just take that as a sign that maybe they just needed your attention that day. So you all enjoy a comfortable silence during your cuddling session, a wide contrast from the loud ones they used to have when they were kids. Its cute tho, isnt it? Until Kai comes in and is pulling off the kids to steal you away from them. But your kids (like their father) aren't ones to give up so easily.

[dokoni-mo]

The One He Can't Have || All for One x GN! Reader || Chapter One

Summary: His interest in you is piqued.

SFW

Word Count: ~3350

WARNINGS: swearing, canon-typical violence, otherwise none.

A/N: This has been in my head for a while, and I finally decided with all the free time I have now to write it down. I was also inspired by @nonobadcat 's (i hope you don't mind me tagging you) AMAZING AFO x reader series. If you are OVER 18 I highly recommend it. It's probably a million times better than this will be. This fic is set just after the USJ incident (right after the other LOV members like toga and dabi get recruited), in an AU where AFO never got his face all jacked by All Might. Feel free to ask to be on the taglist.

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It wasn't often that you wished you were born with a different quirk, but anything that could make you run faster in this moment would be a godsend.

Apart from the sound of the torrential downpour of rain, the only thing that you could hear was your own heavy breath and the sound of your shoes hitting the wet pavement, slightly muffled by the hoodie you pulled up at the start of your journey.

You weren't even sure why you were running, it's not like anyone saw you. You were smart; made sure to do this after nightfall when no one was in the office. However, running just seemed to fit better than taking a leisurely stroll.

Your focus from your running was suddenly and violently broken by the sound of metal crashing onto the wet ground, followed by pain in your forearms and knees as you fell alongside it. Blinking the initial shock out of your eyes, you looked up to see that you had inadvertently knocked over a trashcan someone had haphazardly left out in the middle of the damned sidewalk. And now, that certain someone was mad at you.

"What's the matter with you?!" You heard a femmale voice shout, followed by a dog barking loudly in your direction. Looking over your shoulder, you saw the owner of the voice as well as the barks; a woman with a mutant quirk and her mid-sized dog.

Scrambling to your feet again, you called out a quick "s-sorry" as you started to run again. Before you got too far, you looked down to check in your balled fist again.

Good. It was still there.

With that relief, you put your focus back into running, making sure to keep some of your conscious allocated into watching your surroundings. Although it was much harder to see with the cold rain, judging by the quality of the buildings around you and the lack of people nearby, you knew you were soon coming upon your destination.

Keeping your pace steady, you scanned your eyes across the various buildings and run-down strip-centers. Your sources didn't give much a description to go on, but you took their advice to heart.

"You'll know it when you see it," they said.

Despite seeming like the least untrustworthy people in Japan, they weren't lying.

Bingo.

After what seemed like forever, you finally slowed your pace to a halt in front of a very discrete, grey building, with only a dim yellow light above the entrance illuminating it. You were grateful that there was a dingy portico above the door, so you could finally get out of the rain.

Your deep, heavy breaths were like ice in your lungs as you rested your hands on your knees, your face hot as you tried to catch your breath. You figured that there was still a fuck ton of adrenaline in your system, since your legs didn't feel sore at all. Wiping the water off of your forehead, you checked in your fist one last time for the reason why you were doing all this shit in the first place.

Sure enough, it was still there. Just a little moist from being in your sweaty palm for so long.

Upon looking at it, you felt the butterflies in your stomach start to flutter. Straightening your stance back up, you looked at the door in front of you. You felt yourself bite your bottom lip nervously.

You knew what was behind there. It wasn't just the people everyone told you to avoid like the damned plague, no; it was so much more than that.

It was the start of forever: the start of the new you, and the start of your new life.

You were soaked to the bone in cold rain water. You smelled like trash and sweat. You didn't look threatening at all.

But this was it.

You knew why you came here. It was still secured right in the palm of your hand.

You came all this way, in the middle of the night in the middle of a rainstorm.

There was no going back now.

Sucking in a deep breath, you held it in your lungs as you rapped your knuckles against the door, almost startled by just how loud it was.

You stared down at the puddle around your shoes as you waited for a response. It was taking for-fucking-ever. But you knew they had to be in there.

Where else would they be at a time like this? With the news and cops trying to get up their ass?

Even still, the silence annoyed you greatly.

Just cut to the chase already, damn it. You guys will want this.

After a whole eternity and a half (which, in a way, you could understand; it couldn't be often that some rando just shows up here), you heard heavy footsteps on the other side, followed by a surprisingly deep yet elegant voice. Although, you were puzzled by just how... warped, it sounded.

"Who goes there?" You heard the voice say from the other side. Male, you quickly deduced.

"I-I..." You responded, pausing a second to think about your response, "An ally."

Silence.

You squeezed the object in your hand tighter.

"Leave this place," the voice responded, "You have no purpose to-"

"I work for UA." You blurted out, shutting up the voice behind the door.

You were greeted with silence again, but this time it really made you nervous. If you were going to be turned away, now would be the time. You told them your relationship with UA far too earlier than you wanted to, but forgave yourself on the premise that you were skittish out here, and didn't want to be turned down as soon as you got here.

Even still, you wish that the people behind the door would hurry the fuck up. You here cold as shit.

Just about when you were about to swear that you were going to die right there of hypothermia, the large metal door clicked and opened up with a woosh, the light inside the place hitting your face and blinding you momentarily. Blinking, you looked up and put a hand on your forehead as a makeshift visor, giving you a clearer view of the man behind the door.

Of all things, you weren't expecting a wholeass cloud in a suit to be behind the door. It was a nice looking suit, you will admit, but upon looking at him further, you knew exactly who this was. This was the villain that the kids told you about from the USJ incident; the guy they said had a gate quirk and nearly wiped out Thirteen.

Something about that gave you a chill up your spine.

After a brief staring contest between you and him, he stepped to the side, seeming to invite you into the building.

You wondered if you should say something as you stepped through the door, but everything you thought of just seemed to be awkward. You simply just mumbled out a quiet "thank you".

After the warp gate guy closed the door behind you, you finally mustered up enough courage to pick your gaze up off the floor to look at your surroundings.

Although it had been years since you last attended a class of any kind, you felt as if you were right back in one about to give a speech you barely prepared for. Everyone in the room was staring at you in dead silence. Or, at least, you assumed everyone. It was hard to tell with a some of them.

At one of the tables in the corner was a guy with a bunch of hideous scars all over him, as well as a young looking girl to his right, a huge smile on her face Next to her was a grown dude, covered head to toe in some sort of bodysuit. At the bar (you found it quite odd yet fitting that a hideout for villains was a bar), there was a youngish looking man with a creepy hand over his face, his own non-severed hands hanging down from his lap. In the other corner was a guy with a mutant quirk that made him look like some sort of lizard. Next to him was a woman with sunglasses and a huge magnet. Leaning against the wall next to her was a very dapper looking guy, an odd mask covering his face.

Quite the bunch.

Off in the corner behind those three, you noticed a laptop set up with a webcam pointing into the room. The screen was blank, except for a message that read "audio only" across the middle of it.

A one way video call?

You wondered who was on the other end.

Still feeling everyone's gaze, you started to feel more and more uncomfortable. Hell, you even felt uncomfortable being looked at by the damned webcam in the corner. Who knows where the hell that could be streaming to.

Getting sick of the feeling, you put on the bravest face you could and opened your mouth to say something, only to be quickly cut off by the man with the severed hand over his face.

"How exactly did you find our hideout?" He questioned you, his hands twitching at the fingertips.

Looking over to him, you swallowed your spit before you responded.

"If you're worried that other people at UA know, don't be," you said, "I didn't tell anyone, and I came here alone. Made sure I wasn't followed, either."

"And how exactly can we be sure of that?" The man asked

A fair question.

"It's as I said at the door," you responded, "I'm an ally."

"You work for UA." The guy with the burns piped up.

"I don't see why that has to matter." you say, "From the looks of it, you all are in dire need of help."

This seemed to anger the dude at the bar. He grumbled to himself as he brought at hand up to his neck and started to scratch.

Getting a better look at him, and observing his actions, you were able to piece together who he was. He was the other guy the kids told you about, the one that almost killed Tsu, and would have it if wasn't for Shota.

You shifted your weight nervously.

He was probably the most unstable of all of them.

You had to tread lightly.

"Of course it matters." the hand man rasped, "You are exactly the type of people we wish to destroy."

Not good.

"I swear that I'm not like the other people at UA. I'm not a hero, I'm just-"

"Then why are you here?" The hand man rasped again, more angrily this time.

"I..."

You had to turn this around. Fast.

"I have something. That would be in your interest." you say.

Silence.

Shit.

The man at the bar stops scratching his neck abruptly.

Shit.

He grumbles again, even more frustrated this time.

Shit.

He pushes himself up off of the bar, making his way over to you.

Shit.

"Something?" He asks rhetorically, walking in an almost zombie-like manner over to you. "As if you heroes would have anything that we would want."

"I'm not a her-"

"Of course you are! You came all the way here didn't you? If it wasn't to kill us, then it was for something else right? A way to get justice all on your own? Do you think it's noble? Coming here without telling anyone? Taking all the credit for yourself?"

"Tomura Shigaraki-" you heard the misty guy say behind you.

"Well, it's not. You fake heroes..." The guy, Tomura, said to you, one of his eyes peeking out between the fingers of the hand on his face, "All with your own form of fake 'justice'..."

A pause.

The tension is thick.

There's static in the air.

The rain outside is the only noise.

You stare at the villain in front of you.

You keep your brave face up.

You were ready for anything.

You brace yourself.

The man yells.

"It makes me SICK!"

Quickly, and faster than you had ever seen anyone of his size and stature move before, the man lunges to you. Out of instinct, you take a step back. From behind you, you hear the mist guy call out Tomura's name again.

You see Tomura bring his bare hand up, reaching out to you. Your eyes go wide. You see the mist guy try and make a gate.

But it was too late.

His fingers make contact with the skin of your face.

His hand is cold.

His fingertips tingle against your skin.

You close your eyes.

...

...

...

Nothing.

You open your eyes again.

Tomura's masked face is uncomfortably close to yours.

You can still see his eye peeking out between the fingers.

You focus your gaze upon it.

You see in his red, brooding eyes...

Confusion.

Pure, raw, bewilderment.

You realize his hand is still on your face.

It's getting awkward now.

You reach up and wrap your hand around his wrist, slowly taking his hand off your face.

"Are you done now?" you ask, tired of the charade and wanting to get to the reason why you were here.

You get no response. Tomura's hand hovers in place where you took it off.

"But..." he whispers out, barely audible.

Harshly, he grabs your arm, making you let out a startled yelp. He pushes up your sleeve presses his five bare fingertips to your skin again.

Nothing.

Again.

Nothing.

Again.

Nothing.

Now you're just as confused as he is.

"Um..." you say, yanking your arm away, "Right, so-"

"H-How..." Tomura says, cutting you off, "That... That's cheating. That's impossible."

Out of bewilderment, you look around the room for some sort of explanation. Instead, you are met with more expressions of shock, confusion, or both.

Tomura grabs your arm again, this time even more forceful. You wince as he twists your arm in his grasp.

"How are you doing this?!" He asks you loudly, his eye transfixed onto you.

"I-I," you respond, "I don't even know what you're talking about!"

"You know exactly-"

"Tomura Shigaraki." You hear the warp gate villain say behind you. At the sound of his name, Tomura loosens his grip on you, his attention now on the mist villain.

"It is likely best we hear what our guest has to say." The mist villain continued.

Pausing for a brief second, Tomura gives you one last look before he lets you go, his hands immediately going to his neck to scratch it. He fumbles back over to sit at the bar, and you rub your arm where he grabbed it.

The warp-gate villain gives a look to the others in the room except for Tomura and himself and nods for them to leave. They all give you one last look as they exit the bar, exchanging a few whispers to themselves as they go. Once they are all gone, the warp villain steps around you to go behind the bar, now able to get a better look at you.

"I apologize for Tomura Shigaraki's blunt manner of handling these situations." He says to you.

You shrug in reply.

"May I ask your name?" The mist guy asks you.

"I'm...(Y/N). (Y/N) (L/N)."

"(Y/N)," he echoes, "What is your purpose of being here?"

"I'm here as an ally. I... want to help."

"Help?"

"Yes."

"(Y/N), what is your purpose of-"

"That will be all, Kurogiri." You hear a new voice say. You are quickly able to tell that it wasn't the mist dude, Kurogiri's, nor Tomura's.

This must mean it was the computer.

Tomura seems to perk up at this.

"Master..." he whispers out.

Master? The computer?

That's definitely a first.

"(Y/N)..." you hear the voice from the computer say. It was male, deep, and honestly, smooth as silk. There was almost a purr to it too, making the butterflies in your stomach flutter again. The voice said your name as if you were someone truly important, someone worth the light of day.

You found this... interesting.

"(Y/N)," the voice echos, "Young Tomura has a very unique quirk. You see, anything he touches with all five fingers, crumbles to dust within seconds. But, you, however..."

He didn't finish his sentence, and frankly, he didn't have to.

You got what he was trying to ask.

"It's my quirk." you answer, holding up your arm as a sort of show-and-tell item, "It's called... well, it's not really all that unique of a name, but it's called indestructability."

A pause of silence.

You can practically hear the man behind the screen grin ear to ear.

"Do tell me more." He says.

You shift your weight nervously, dampening your lips before you continue.

"Well, it's as you probably saw. I'm immune to all types of quirks. Basically, none of them can cause me any harm, and none of them have any effect on me. Like with, um, Tomura, no matter how many times he touches me or for how long, I'll never turn to dust. And if someone with a mutant quirk were to attack me, they'd be weakened to a point where I barely feel the hit. Hell, probably, even if All Might were to punch me full-force right in the face, I'd still feel nothing. But it's a double edged sword. I'm not able to get any effects of good quirks either, like healing ones or power-up ones unless I willingly let them effect me. I'm still able to get physically injured through non-quirk-means though, like paper cuts and nosebleeds. And my quirk still works when I'm asleep or passed out, it's just when I willingly turn it off does it not work."

You lower your arm and stare back into the blank computer screen. You felt nervous, scared even, but you weren't sure why. Surely, if these people wanted you dead, you would already be so right now.

There was no reason for you to be scared.

But, for some reason, you were.

Another silence hung over the room, only broken by the pitter patter of the rain outside. You didn't feel ballsy enough to break the silence, and prayed to god that either Tomrua, Kurogiri, or the computer man would do it for you. But, as the seconds ticked by, it seemed that your prayers would be unanswered.

"Kurogiri," the man behind the computer screen said, making you startled, "send this one to me immediately. I wish to converse with them personally."

You weren't sure as to why, but the way that the computer man said those words made a faint heat rush to your cheeks. He was just a voice as of right now, but still. A hot voice nonetheless.

Both Tomura and Kurogiri seemed to be a bit surprised by this, however, judging how they both shot their gaze to the computer screen.

This made you feel all the more special.

"At once." Kurogiri replied.

The computer screen turned black after that, and you assumed that meant the man at the other end of the line hung up.

Darting your eyes between both Tomura and Kurogiri, you felt another twinge of fear rising up in your stomach, making you clutch the object in your hand tight once again. The mist villain stepped out from behind the bar, and before you could even realize what was going on, a huge black, swirling portal opened up a few feet in front of you.

It looked just like the kids back at UA described.

"Are you ready?" Kurogiri asked you, his yellow... eyes? Transfixed right upon you.

You wet your lips nervously.

"Do I really have a choice?" you ask.

You were met with silence.

That must mean no.

Looking back to the portal in front of you, a thought raced across the back of your mind.

It seemed to come from nowhere but everywhere at once.

Something about the man behind the computer...

You saw the rest of your life in.

You were both terrified but strangely excited as you stepped through the warp gate.

[yuugami-tan]

ok i'm not as salty abt it now so rant in tags. although i was able to get mina's VA autograph (SHE WAS SO NICE...SO KIND...) it was nOT WORTH IT RARARARARHRRAGRH

the voice actor meet n greet thing today was Exhausting. but i must save my rant for tomorrow cuz i'm so tired

[animeomegas]

Hi ( again 🌚) dear.

Another thought, Dabi would love to have a child (in an au where he doesn't join LOV) first thing after getting used and trusting the alpha, but I do believe he would want to be in another country, (like how you wrote him in your fic) just to prove to himself and his dad that he is stronger than what he thinks, and that he is not like him in any way.

I actually think he want to have a baby in canon too, but for obvious reasons can't.

Hello, my lovely!!

Oh yeah, non LOV Au Dabi wants nothing more than a little house out of the way in the countryside with his alpha and their pups. He wants the traditional home life that he never got to have, not to mention he's dealt with enough stress to last his whole life and wants a lowkey life as much as possible.

Japan has too many bad memories for Dabi, and his father has too much power there, so yes, he would probably try and leave the country. He would be the happiest if he found an alpha who was from another country or had really strong ties to another country so that the process was smooth.

Dabi can't really speak any other languages and isn't great at paperwork or anything, so having a mate who could get him out of Japan under a mate visa or something similar would be a godsend for Dabi, who just wants to be able to live.

Canon Dabi has never really thought about pups because he doesn't have the time, the means, or the ability to provide so why even think about it? I do think you're right though. If he ever really thought about it, I can definitely see him considering the thought for a while, and it makes him feel quite fuzzy to ponder on the fantasy. Doesn't matter though, because he's in no position to have any.

[yanderenightmare]

You made me fall in love with fear, it's all just fascinating. The way you write is an aesthetic in itself! It's so beautiful and thought-provoking. If your requests are open, I would love to see your volume one Yanderes with a clumsy s/o. Like, she is accident prone, always injuring herself, etc. I wonder how they would react with such fragility? Thanks! Have a wonderful day! :D

yandere ! BNHA headcannons

TIP-JAR

goodiebag WARNINGS: yandere, dumbification, abuse, manipulation, ableism, anxiety, death, murder, drugs, drugging, kidnapping

BAKUGO KATSUKI - KACHAN

He knew fragile things existed in the world.

And he knows that the world was designed to chew such powerless things up then spit them out again.

And he knows he isn’t one of those frail things.

As a child he thought it was fair for the strong to conquer the weak.

And hell… he still thinks it’s fair.

Her brittle nature provides him with such a great excuse too, such a perfect explanation for him to justify taking her.

To justify keeping her in soft frilly clothes, locked inside a room devoid of walls where they have been replaced by cushions and pillows and blankets and furs and stuffed-animals and all things soft, soft, soft against the bruises and scrapes on her knees and ankles and elbows and chin. Keeping her all cozy and clumsy where she’s unable to keep her footing on the plushie asylum floor, reduced to vertigo, especially with that fluffy pink ankle-cuff chaining her down.

Sometimes she’ll hide when hearing Bakugo’s footsteps coming thundering from behind her door. She’ll wrap herself up in all those soft things she’s grown to hate, pray under the covers only to hear the cracking predatory humor of Bakugo’s laugh once he spots where the chain trails to.

He'll drag her out of hiding like a puppy on a leash, all for him to punish, all with that splitting frenzied grin on his face, the one that makes her head dizzy on the sight of seeing how sharp those canines of his are, knowing how they’re going to find her neck as though she’s some chew-toy.

He’ll always make it sound as though that’s what she wanted, that punishment is what her weakness begged him for, as though weakness is synonymous with wanting pain or needing pain.

He’ll sleep there with her most of the time, in the room he’s made so painstakingly clear was her home. She’s coming more and more gradually to the understanding that nothing in reality is hers anymore. Not the room, not the clothes, not her body.

She’s too weak to be allowed to be in charge of anything, better for her to just find comfort in knowing how she has no responsibilities, better for her to just be grateful Bakugo wanted her as his pet rather than his prey. Better for her to listen and believe him when he tells her that she’s safe, instead of thinking of all those crippling reasons as to why she is far from being safe.

TODOROKI SHOTO

Clumsy prey is a sport Shoto always believed to be too mediocre and boring, given how easily the dexterity of the predator can win the chase.

He didn't think he could achieve stimulation without a challenge.

But, he’s now finding that chasing someone who’s barely able to keep her own footing is a game he rather enjoys quite salaciously. Understanding now that it’s less about the quest, less about actually catching his prize, and more about the experience, those funny little moments leading up to it.

The amount of hungry pleasure he derives from seeing her stagger away from him is bottomless.

He doesn’t know why, but it’s the outmost endearing and lovable and precious and cute thing he can think of.

Seeing her stumble and fall, all in the product of mixing her clumsiness with her wild manic fear. Watching those beautiful swivel-eyes spiral as she looks up at him through the thick darkness of the poorly lit hallways, hearing nothing but Shoto’s inhumanly sadistic snickering and her own heavy panting as she tries desperately to drag herself further away. Yet, knowing and awaiting his massive biting cold hand to grip around her ankle to drag her across the marble-floor back into her dungeon, back into the soft bed, so that they can do everything again.

Most chases end up with her hurting herself and eventually aiding her own capture.

She’ll always wake up with bruises she has no recollection of when or how she got, yet looking at them she can tell that they’re way too mellow to be something given to her by Shoto.

It's funny, where he hurts her, he actually ends up saving her more times than most. Where her sporadic escape has almost led her to go tumbling down the stairwell, where were it not for Shoto catching her in her fall, things could have gotten really ugly.

He wouldn’t want her to actually break her legs after all, no matter how many times he might tease and threaten her with the thought. Broken legs would mean no more games, and Shoto doesn’t want that to end any time soon.

But, there are softer aspects to her silliness too.

She can be just as dopey and awkward with her rambling thoughts as him, where her inelegance with her mobility seeps into her skillfulness with words too.

If she’s proper blissed-out she can talk up storms of complete and utter nonsense, rambling on about her dreams and what animal the shape of Shoto’s scars resemble and how pretty his eyes are and how much her body is tingling in the aftershocks of what fun Shoto exercised on her skin.

MIDORIYA IZUKU - DEKU

Naivety really is bliss, isn’t it?

Not just for herself, but for him too.

To watch her, in all her clumsy glory, fall on her face, time and time again, never learning her lesson.

That’s the definition of insanity, you know?

Doing the same thing over and over again expecting things to go differently.

But, no matter how many times she tries to escape, no matter how many times she runs, or screams or cries or swears she hates him until her lungs burn, she’ll always end up right where she started off, right where she belongs, right in his arms, under his thumb, under him.

He doesn’t even have to put any effort in to prevent it.

He just needs to sit back and enjoy the show as she fails so spectacularly all by her very own, then pick her up off the floor and coo and hush and shush and tsk at her to calm down or else she might end up hurting herself all over again.

How has such fickle featherbrained maladroit messes managed to survive? How hasn’t evolution wiped them from existence yet?

Perhaps because other more evolved creatures found them to be such a perfect source for blowing off steam. Entertainment is important after all. Small little escapes through the day where you can forget what nasty troubles you’ll eventually have to deal with and simply just play with your silly little pet.

He saves the world every now and again, the world can allow him this much, to have his very own swivel-eyed toy. He deserves it. 

Besides, she needs him. If he hadn’t stepped in and helped her, saved her from her own mistakes, evolution would have done its job and she’d be dead already.

But, he doesn’t expect her bumbling brainless little head to understand that, she’d just get a headache from thinking about it too hard.

No, better for her to focus on other things… like how to entertain him before he decides to show her just how small a foolish little thing she is.

He’ll often play with her, make her turn all shades of hopeless because she’s too forgetful and too soft-natured to comprehend what’s happened.

He’ll give her things, small little trinkets as presents for her good behavior, mostly accessories such as hair-bows, necklaces, anything he can easily slip off her without her noticing, then pretend to be disappointed, scolding her as though she’s some child who’s unable to take care of her things, punish her and kiss her on that scared foolish little face as she splutters out her apologies, having not a single clue she’s right where he wants her, completely clueless to the fact that she’s perfect in every which way imaginable.

DABI - TODOROKI TOUYA

It feels so unexplainably good to hold something infinitely helpless and vulnerable and dainty in his destructive hands without it shattering like glass.

It feels so insurmountably meaningful and purposeful and godsend to save someone for once, even if it’s from themselves.

It’s nice being in the presence of true chaos, the true absence of order, a great real heap of a total clusterfuck. It makes him believe that even life requires a little death to scare them into safety, that even light requires darkness, that even love needs darkness, that even love desires darkness.

He used to think small things such as her were made up of cotton and all things soft like dandelion-fluff, but now he knows they’re made of breakable brittle things such as autumn-leaves, in desperate need of being wrapped up, suffocated, drowned in safety. He’s the one who needs to be soft like cotton, he’s the one who needs to be gentle and soft so she not crumble like the sweet pastry she is.

It’s cute. She’s cute. Unbelievably so too sometimes.

He feels like half the time he spends with her he’s teaching her how to walk properly, catching her when she falls or helping her up from the ground, dusting her off, wiping tears away from her face, patching up small scrapes and gashes, kissing her forehead, letting her know how it’s all okay, making sure she knows she’s no such thing as a burden, though not letting her in on the fact that he loves seeing her fail only for him to save the day.

He’ll take her outside more because of her ditzy nature, knowing how she’s far too dopey to ever manage an escape without pulling out a near miss unintentional suicide attempt, where which after a number of rescues from him she forgets why she was even running in the first place, now too caught up with being close to him instead, with feeling safe, feeling protected.

He’ll save her from wandering off into traffic, protect her when she says the wrong idiotic thing to the wrong batch of people, fight for her when her cuteness lures and pulls and ensnares other predators.

It’s symbiosis, if he thinks about it, if he tries justifying it.

She needs him and he needs to feel needed. She needs to be taken care of, he wants to take care of her, she needs protection from herself, he wants her dependence, he wants the safety of knowing how she cannot survive without him.

SHIGARAKI TOMURA

It’s hilarious.

She’ll break her own legs for him at this rate.

He wonders how many braincells could possibly be left in that thick skull of hers, with how much she trips and walks into walls and rolls out of bed, bumping her head on every possible thing, he can’t count how many times she’s head-butted him, whether it’s been on purpose or not. 

He wonders if she might just be blind.

If maybe she needs glasses…

Well… that’s too bad if that’s the case, no chance he’s giving up watching her agonize over every misstep that leads to her falling on the floor by his feet, her head tipping to look up at him with that ridiculous expression, that dumbfounded adorable confusion.

It probably doesn’t help that he keeps the room so dark.

It probably doesn’t help that he leaves things on the floor in hopes of her foot catching on them.

But, can you blame him for wanting to see her all cute and flushed? Watching her frustrate over herself, too caught up in being mad with her own inadequacy to bother being mad at him. So preciously hopeless as she tries to pick herself up off the floor, her hair always in a mess and bruises and scrapes littering her otherwise soft skin.

Pretty and stupid isn’t usually the type he fawns over, in fact: pretty and stupid is usually the type that disgust him, pretty stupid bitches that never spare him a second glance, pretty stupid bitches that are only worth one fuck before he dusts them.

But pretty stupid and sweet? 

That’s the perfect cocktail.

So stupid and sweet she doesn’t even know how pretty she is. So stupid and sweet that she’s surprised he gave her a second glance.

He wonders if he as well would be this careless and reckless if he hadn’t been gifted with that destructive quirk of his.

He wonders if she had been born with a heart made less up of honeycombs and more daggers like his, if she would also second-guess touching things as opposed to making it her mission to bump into every single thing in her path.

If she would be less trusting and more cynical like him.

He’s grateful she wasn’t.

He’s grateful that the only type of death she’ll ever get the chance to taste is him, that as far as she’s concerned… he is death.

TAKAMI KEIGO - HAWKS

Most of the time it’s cute.

Most of the time he loves watching her fall prey to her own absentmindedness. Watch her trip on nothing but her own poor footing.

After all, he does love catching her before she hits the ground. He loves being her hero, seeing that shocked expression on her face, that cute blush of embarrassment as he smirks down upon her jumpy skittish person.

Then of course there’s the less salvageable moments, yet still no less cute, where she’ll drop dinner plates or her glass or the wine bottle or the remote-controller, where she’ll get so frustrated with herself and her stubby fingers, her feet always needing bandaging where she always manages to step in her own mess of glass-shards.

Those times where she fucks up and fears Keigo’s temperance so much she’ll turn into a timid little ball of apologies and gratitude, where she’ll fear that any more screw ups will cost her his understanding attitude and awake something livid inside him.

She’ll be so sweet with fear as opposed to when she’ll jerk away from his touch.

So yeah, most of the time it’s cute, most of the time it’s beneficial.

But that habit she has of not thinking before speaking or acting gets her into a whole lot of trouble too.

Especially when she pushes him away or calls him something unsavory. When she acts like a brat, forgetting who’s in charge.

Keigo feels the need to teach her a thing or two about being a bit more careful and a little less brainless. 

He’ll pose her in the middle of the living room, with only red lace adorning her tiny frame, looking cold but not so much to be the reason to her shivers, he knows better as he can smell the fear laced in the air.

On top of her head he’ll put a perfect plump red apple and tell her to stand as still and picture-perfect as possible.

She’s pretty good at it too, at being still and quiet and pretty, speaking only when spoken to, at least until he starts sending knife-sharp feathers in her directions, creating her silhouette in the wall as the feathers fly just short of nicking her skin, where if she moves only a slight mere inch, the crimson edges will slice open her skin.

And if the apple should fall, well… if she can be sweet and apologize and show him just how sorry she is, he’ll think about making the punishment enjoyable.

SHINSO HITOSHI

Hitoshi can’t manifest how much awe he has for that ditzy nature of hers.

So forgetful, so clueless, so cute.

She’s like a little girl, a child, a baby in a cradle, yet with the ability to get lost, wandering off at every slight distraction.

He’s tempted to put a bell around her neck if only to be alerted off when her curiosity has taken her out of his eyesight. She would look adorable with a little golden jingle bell around her throat, hanging on a velvet choker.

But then again… he wouldn’t have the joy of finding her all tousled and knotted up in her newest little fuck up.

Little Miss Forgetful forgetting all her lessons, all those rules Hitoshi’s taught her, forgetting her manners, forgetting her chores, forgetting how to be his good little girl or else suffer the consequences of being punished and becoming Master’s little puppet on strings.

Little Miss Messy making a total clutter in the kitchen when trying her best to get her hand on a knife, but only managing to bump into everything, shards of glass painting the crime scene with the culprit displayed and trapped all perfectly in the middle of her own mess, all for Hitoshi to come and catch red-handed.

Little Miss Bump with new bruises and scratches as she’s fallen yet again on the floor in the midst of her newest escape attempt.

He could go on all day about his sweet little Miss Silly, his little Miss Scatterbrain, his little Miss Stupid, who’s always getting into trouble, constantly needing Hitoshi to come to her rescue.

But, when he’s not home, he can get anxious.

Scared that she might actually hurt herself just a bit too much and he’ll arrive just a bit too late.

It should take a lifetime to die, yet she’s on the verge of death nearly every day, it only takes an instant and it’s over.

He’ll check in on her at home more times than he probably should throughout the day, praying before he unlocks the door and steps inside the quiet stillness of their house, picturing her having cracked her skull open when slipping or accidently managing to hang herself off of something or drowning in the tub after having fallen asleep, there’s no end to what horrors he can picture.

His anxiety only satiated when finding her still asleep on the bed, soft untroubled snores hanging off the walls. 

It makes sense with how much melatonin he slipped in her drink before she dozed off…

Just a little safety measure.

CHISAKI KAI - OVERHAUL

It manages to surprise him each and every time… just how much danger such a little thing is able to wrap herself up in.

It’s as though she chases the trouble, as though she wants the punishment that follows.

He doubts she ever really thinks anything thoroughly through.

She’s reckless, ruthless in her disregard for safety. Hare-brained and untrustworthy and in desperate need of his protection and his correction, or else she might just accidentally kill herself one day or worse… end up in the wrong set of hands.

It’s come to the point where he’s stopped gifting her with jewelry, because he gets so hysterically uneasy whenever she’s gotten her hands on anything sharp.

Before he’d get angry when she threatened him, wrathful, raging because she doesn’t listen, her foolish little brain unable to follow the simplest of directions. 

Now though, he gets scared because she’s unable to understand what’s best for her, because the only thing she'll ever manage to hurt with those sharp trinkets is herself.

And if she hurts herself, if she risks getting bacteria in her bloodstream, infections in her wounds, scarring and marring that beautiful body, he’ll have no choice, he’ll see no other option but to make sure she can never manage such a thing ever again.

He often humors the idea of simply tying her to the bed and feeding her with a silver spoon, only liquids so she not choke when she forgets how to chew properly.

He’ll act as though she’s a nuisance, but it will be a lie most of the time, while actually finding an inane amount of reassurance and relief in her whimsy, in her gracelessness. Where yes, she is a danger, but she’s far from deadly.

And besides, it’s nice getting a little break from all formalities, someone he can finally be a little rough around the edges with, someone he can let himself enjoy soft pleasures with, someone he can smile or even laugh with when the occasion calls for it. 

Sometimes he’ll place her in high-heels, only to watch her stumble around awkwardly like a little deer skating on ice.

She’s so determined too, determined to prove she isn’t a klutz, how she too can be elegant enough for a dance fit for the ballroom.

He’ll humor that fantasy, but she’ll always throw her heels off in favor of standing on top of his surgically white sneakers and letting herself get floated and swayed with how swiftly and precisely Kai has the established proper poise to enact.

He’ll smile then, when those flirty bubbling giggles erupt from her as she holds onto him, telling how him wonderful flying feels like.

TIP-JAR

[kaitoleen]

I saw the Drawtober prompts and really wanted to do something for the “Wicked Apothecary” one! *__*

The shelves were supremely fun to draw! The first one (left) actually looks good and plausible, but the other one I got carried away and it’s absolutely ridiculous! xD;;; Krita’s mirror tool is a godsend! For items and for patterns (the floor, the clothes), it’s my new favorite thing! xD

On the baskets, it says “Custom Effigies” on one and “Custom Orders” on the other. Over the vials, on the other shelf, it says “Delicate Bloods” (that’s Toga’s favorite section).

So, anyway! Magic AU! Where Toga is a real, actual vampire, haha. And the League works at a magic store. Well, most of them. Magne is there to get a curse removed: she keeps attracting people she dislikes and repelling the ones she cares about. And it’s frustrating her so much! She got the store’s card from Giran.

AFO is the owner, but he just uses the store as a front for his shady murder business (”wanna get rid of a body without any pesky evidence?”, etc). You gotta get approved by Shigaraki or Kurogiri, first, though. Toga actually has a good intuition, so she can get away with sending Dabi to the backroom (who actually wants to murder someone). But Twice isn’t allowed to, no matter if he thinks Hawks isn’t just trying to dig up dirt on the business.

Also, Kurogiri keeps feeding stray cats and now they won’t leave. Compress approves because they add to the aesthetic.

[haleigh-sloth]

I saw your last anons and bnha smash is a "gag manga" basically a side story that is on drugs, I think is really funny, the lov chapters are all a blessing, here the chapter where we have bunny shiggy and kitty dabi:

Anon: BNHA smash is a satire funny comic of mha. I would 100% recommend just for its funny cute moments, especially with the league and because it's easy to read and laugh at without having to be worry abou5 whether the story is messing up the characters or Canon since it's all just for comedy

You guys are godsends. And you saved me the trouble of skimming the series looking for LOV content. Thank you very much you have improved my night and my mood by a great margin.

[ghost-ghost-baby]

Nesting (Alpha!Dabi x omega!s/o)

“Toga… can you come with me to the store? Dabi is out on a mission and he isn’t sure when he’ll be back.” That last bit was a lie, you didn’t want to bother him with this in the first place, he was busy doing league stuff, so you’d just come to Toga. The omega was immediately jumping to her feet, she was bored, so any excuse to get out was a godsend. 

“Of course Y/n, whatcha gettin?” She linked her arm through yours, dragging you out of the base before you could think, or second guess your actions. 

Maybe this wasn’t the best idea, you were draped in a hoodie drenched in Dabi’s scent and alphas were still eyeing you up. You knew you had a… stronger scent than normal, it was why you’d always try to have your alpha with you. But you’d already taken him away from so many missions, you couldn’t deal with doing that again. This would be over before you knew it, you just had to grab some snacks and extra blankets and then you could go home and make your nest. A brown haired alpha whistled at you and your whole heart wished for Dabi, but you could get through this. You’d survived on your own for years, you could manage going to the store without your alpha. Toga squeezed your hand, and you smiled as she tried to pump her own scent out over yours, she was such a sweetie sometimes. 

Once you got inside the store everything was peachy, you picked out the blankets and pillows you liked the most, and Toga somehow dug up a plushie that resembled Dabi too much to be a coincidence. You added it to the pile, of course. You still had a debit card, thank god, so you paid yourself without any problem, carefully folding and placing everything in the bag before you turned to Toga. She’s gotten herself a giant blanket, although the green was a nice touch, and she rambled on about that hero in training, Deku, as the two of you left the store. At least now you could just get home and forget about this whole ordeal. 

What the fuck did you think you were doing? Dabi had been waiting for twice when he caught your scent, something that shouldn’t be there as you were meant to be safe in his room. Why the fuck were you outside, without him? Did you have a death wish? His anger only intensified when he saw you with Toga, she couldn’t protect you, worse still, you were going into a nesting store. Didn’t he have enough things? You really had to sneak out? He’s told you over and over not to go out without him, why didn’t you text him? He would have come right back. The alpha slunk after you, he didn’t want to make his presence known just yet. 

You clutched your bag to your chest, Toga picking up on your unease and quickening her pace. A weight settled on your chest as you realised you’d have to walk past the brown haired alpha from earlier, his eyes fixed on you the second you’d appeared and a grin you didn’t like one bit stretched across his face. His scent was awful, you couldn’t stop your nose wrinkling as you and Toga got closer. It would be fine, just hold your head up and walk past quickly. Don’t look at him, don’t let fear enter your scent, don’t read his mind. You had no interest in knowing what went on in that. You were walking past him now, head turned towards Toga because you didn’t want to catch his eye and have to stop and talk. Just keep walking, you were almost there. 

“Don’t be such a bitch, you should be nicer, smelling like that.” It didn’t work, and a hand shot out to grab your wrist, the distressed chirp that left you did nothing to deter the brunette, it only seemed to excite him as he leered. A growl  ripped out of Dabi as he tried to pull you closer, your mate finally making himself known and you could have cried with relief. 

“Toga, go finish the mission with twice, I need to deal with my omega and this pathetic excuse for an alpha.” His tone was cold, and you grabbed the bag tighter, the small whimper that left you immediately had Dabi’s attention back on you. 

“Fine, we’ll just go home.” He growled, grabbing the bag and pulling you into his side before the two of you started walking away. 

“What the fuck were you thinking?” Dabi didn’t speak until the two of you were safely tucked away in his room, all but throwing the bag on the bed. You stayed standing in the middle of the room despite every instinct in you that just wanted to nest. 

“You know you’re not meant to go out without me, you should have called.” Your alpha was pacing around the room, his scent pouring out in waves and soured from the anger he was feeling. You opened your mouth to speak, to explain yourself, but Dabi wasn’t finished. 

“Especially this close to your heat, do you know how dangerous that is? What would have happened if I wasn’t around, huh?” He spun back around, hands grabbing onto your shoulders and when you looked up you saw how blown out his pupils were. “And why the fuck did you go to a nesting store? Don’t I have enough?” This came out as a hiss, and you were ready to cry, you just wanted to nest and forget about how shitty your day was. Your distressed scent started pumping out in response, and it wasn’t even a minute before Dabi noticed, growling as he pulled you to his chest, calming scent pumping out to comfort you. 

“Don’t be like that, I’m sorry… I can’t lose you, you know you’re meant to let me know when you need to go out.”

“I’m sorry! I just always feel like I’m pulling you away from important stuff and I didn’t wanna be a bother! And I just wanted more stuff that you could scent for my nest I’m sorry!” You were still full of anxiety, guilt now joining the mix because wow what a shitty omega you were. 

“You-you still wanted me to scent them for you?” Dabis scent turned so happy so fast you almost got whiplash, and your mood lightened in response. 

“Is that okay?” You were still frowning, head tilted up to see Dabi’s face. 

“It’s so much more than okay, but you need to tell me next time or I won’t scent anything for you ever again.” His threat was empty, and you couldn’t stop the grin spreading across your face as you nodded.

[ritualslaughter]

ill absolutely make he/they dabi pride flags just gimme a minute or two

you're an absolute godsend

[the-final-sif]

Now, for the fake quarantine dating au aka the Fuyumi has gone feral au, we’ve now got 3/4 todoroki siblings hanging around the league of villains. Obviously this can only go well. Incorporating some lovely suggestions I got in here.

Fuyumi is now on quite good terms with most of the league. She’s practically adopted Toga as her new younger sister. Because really, the girl is quite sweet when she’s not stabbing people and she’s still a teenager. Fuyumi is a really good influence on Toga and while there’s obviously a lot of things she can’t help with, she’s able to at least get Toga to be better about consent and stalking.

Twice & Fuyumi become super close, at first just because Twice is keeping an eye on her to make sure she’s not taking information she’s not supposed to, but it quickly becomes a regular friendship. Twice is extremely supportive of Fuyumi and honestly he’s just so happy to be helpful that Fuyumi can’t help but like him.

She’s so used to being in a caretaker/helper role, that Twice being so eager to help her out is unfamiliar to her, but honestly a godsend at the same time. Twice helps her manage the new extra workload of being a villain, and encourages her to keep going when she starts worrying that she’ll never find Touya.

I should mention in here that the league is actually the paranormal liberation front by this point, and Skeptic/Re-Destro/the others are hanging around, and at the very least Skeptic and Re-Destro are aware of who Fuyumi is and why she’s here/that she’s not really a villain, but honestly they’re just so relieved that there’s an Adult that Tomura and the others will listen to and who seems to actually know what’s she’s doing, so they’re keeping their mouths shut.

There’s probably a good month in here where Fuyumi suspects that Geten might be Touya who got quirk swapped by AFO, but eventually that theory gets disproved, putting her back at square one.

Under Fuyumi’s guidance, the league rescues Kurogiri from jail (although none of the core members are aware of his status), so now they have two Real Adults around, which is great.

Tomura is extremely happy to have his foster father back. Kurogiri is so proud of the progress he’s made while he was gone (and he 100% pulls Fuyumi aside privately to thank her for getting Tomura to dress respectably), and the two of them have a genuinely nice reunion.

One problem: Tomura now has now been dating Natsuo for a month, has caught Serious Feelings, but nobody knows about any of this and Tomura doesn’t even know how to go about telling anyone, let alone Kurogiri.

It doesn’t help that 1) since he accidentally told Natsuo his old name, Tenko, he then had to tell Natsuo that he’s still in the closest and ask him not to mention him to anyone by name to stop that from getting out. 2) Natsuo has no idea that he’s a villain, let alone the leader of the league of villains, because for obvious reasons, Tomura doesn’t think that will go over well.

He doesn’t want to lie to his boyfriend, but he doesn’t know how to tell the truth either. There’s so many things he can’t say, and even though he’s mostly just been avoiding answering certain questions, it’s still weighing on him.

All of which comes to a head one evening when the two of them are lying in bed, not doing much besides cuddling, something that is still extremely foreign to Tomura and which makes him a bit nervous, even with special gloves on. Maybe it’s how undemanding Natsuo is for answers, or maybe it’s because getting Kurogiri back has made Tomura more brave, or maybe it’s just that he’s kept secrets for too long, but regardless, Tomura’s the one who breaks the silence.

“I feel like- I- There’s things you should know. About me. That I haven’t told you. That I need to tell you. But-” And he doesn’t even know where he was going with that, because he can’t tell Natsuo, but god he needs to.

“Hey, hey, hey, easy.” Natsuo has a grin on his face, softer than his normal one but every bit as bright. “It’s okay. I mean, if there’s things you want to tell me, than I’m happy to listen, but you don’t owe me answers or anything. I get it. Everyone’s got skeletons in their closet. If you’re not ready to tell me yet, that’s just fine.”

God, he was so nice and Tomura wanted nothing more than to take him up on that, but all the same he knows that Natsuo wouldn’t be saying that if he knew.

“I want you to know, but I also don’t. Because it’ll change things. Don’t try to say it won’t. I know it will. There’s no way it won’t. And you deserve to know about it, but I don’t know how to tell you. I want you to know, but I like things how they are too and I don’t want them to change.”

Natsuo’s quiet for a moment, clearly considering before his fingers come up to gently stroke through Tomura’s hair, and fuck if that doesn’t help him calm down.

“Okay. I get that. It’s still okay if you aren’t ready yet though. If it makes you feel any better, there’s stuff I haven’t told you either, for the same reason. I like what we have now, and I don’t want to lose it. But hey even if knowing more about each other will change things, that doesn’t mean it’ll be worse. Just different. Change can be good too. Who knows.”

Again, it takes a lot for Tomura not to interrupt and say he knows this won’t be a good change. But he manages. He doesn’t manage to find any other words to say though, too busy wondering what secrets someone as kind as Natsuo could possible have. 

“Tell you what, I’ve been meaning to get this off my chest anyways, so how about I go first? Then if you feel like telling me your stuff, you can, or we can just save it for another night. Okay?”

Tomura nods, because that sounds nice, and who knows, maybe he’ll get lucky and Natsuo will reveal that he’s a villain too or something.

“Alright, here goes; the reason I haven’t told you my last name is because it’s Todoroki. And yes, it is the Todoroki you’re thinking of. Endeavor’s my father, and Shouto Todoroki, from the UA sports festival and stuff, that’s my younger brother.”

Oh god fucking damn it.

Suddenly, Tomura’s brain helpfully supplies him with a few facts.

He has, while not directly tried to kill Natsuo’s (and Fuyumi’s???) father, enabled Dabi to attempt something of that scale.

Wait, doesn’t Dabi have a grudge against that guy? It’d always been a bit weird to Tomura, but he hadn’t really questioned it. Not until now. That’s going to be a major problem.

“I didn’t tell you for a few reasons. One, I didn’t want you to like me or not like me because of him. Two, I noticed you were kinda jumpy about hero stuff and I didn’t want to scare you off, and three, my relationship with him is kinda... complicated. Definitely not great. It’s got to do with a lot of things, but Touya’s a pretty big part of it all.”

It takes everything in Tomura’s body to hold back his instinctive responses of ‘Do you want me to kill him for you?’, because at this point he doesn’t want to make that offer unless he means it, and he might mean it soon. Depending on a few things. He let’s his gut guide his tongue instead.

“You’re brother’s pretty important to you, huh?”

Natsuo laughs, and it’s something soft and bittersweet, but fond. Still so very fond.

“Yeah, I mean, both of them are. But Touya was my older brother. He was always looking out for me. He was a pretty sickly kid, but he had a fire in him like nobody I’ve ever met. Literally and metaphorically. I still remember how some older kids tried to pick on me after school- it must’ve been ten years ago now- he was so tiny back them, but that didn’t stop him. They weren’t taking him seriously, one of them asked him what he planned to do against them when he wasn’t even up to their shoulders.”

This time Natsuo’s smile is more fond, lost in memories. Something about this is causing ideas to connect in Tomura’s brain, and he knows it’s heading towards something, but he’s scared to get there. Why though?

“Touya looked the guy right in the eye said ‘This’, and without blinking or even changing his expression, just with a little flick of his hand, he sent a wave of flames across the ground. Before they could do anything, he melted their shoes in place so they couldn’t do anything. Then, while they were panicking about it, he got his big creepy grin on his face. The kid who’d been leading them looked up and I think he almost fainted out of fear when he realized that he couldn’t fight back or get away. He apologized real after after that, promised they’d never do it again, and Touya said they better not, or next time it wouldn’t be their shoes that he melted. Then he turned on his heel, grabbed my hand and walked me all the way back home. I never got picked on again after that. But that was Touya for you, nothing ever scared him.”

Vividly, a memory flashes in front of Tomura’s eyes of some low level grunt getting in Dabi’s face. The guy had been getting a bit too friendly with Toga while she was still recovering from her eye injury. She was on pain meds at the time, and honestly Tomura had been about to decay the guy where he stood when Dabi stepped in and told him to back off. Apparently the guy thought he was hot shit because he asked why he should.

The very next second, blue flames had erupted and the guy was stuck in place, bound by his own shoes and helpless to do anything but simper out apologizes as those flames hovered around him, the smell of burning flesh hitting the air. Tomura hadn’t heard what Dabi had said, but he’d heard the rumors afterwards. ��Next time, my flames will be burning a whole lot more than just your feet. Got it?’.

He hadn’t actually burned the guy’s feet off all the way, but it was enough to leave scars as a reminder.

Tomura had wondered many a time what Dabi was like when he was younger. Before he was Dabi.

It was almost funny, to find out that he’d always been like this. At least on some level.

Years of training was the only reason Tomura managed to keep a straight face and his voice somewhat even.

“Sounds like he was a pretty good brother.”

“Yeah. He really was. I miss him so much. All of us do. I know Fuyumi told you guys that she’s thinks he’s still out there, I don’t know if I believe that or not, but I don’t really have the heart to tell her to let it go. I probably should. It’s been years. I just... I just really like to think he’s still out there somewhere. I’d give almost anything to get him back, if I could, so I can hardly blame her for looking for him.”

Silence for a moment.

“Sorry, that’s kinda a lot to dump on you- I don’t really talk about him a lot these days.”

“No, no, it’s fine. I- I get it. My family- some of them anyways- it’s not the exact same, but it’s similar. I miss them a lot too. And-”

Tomura wanted to tell him the truth, but fuck, he couldn’t. As much as he wanted to tell his boyfriend that his brother was alive, had been this entire time, even now looked out for them because now that he was thinking about it, fuck, no wonder Dabi had been avoiding Fuyumi even while he vouched for her. But-

But it wasn’t his place to. That wasn’t his secret to share.

“-who knows, I can’t say I’m one to believe in miracles, but they do happen sometimes.”

Fuck that sounded sappy. It made Natsuo grin though, bright and wide, and so it was worth it. Worth the guilt that settled in Tomura’s chest, for all the things he couldn’t say yet.

Biting his bottom lip, Tomura decided to switch topics, meandering back to far lighter discussions of new games coming out soon. He’d wanted to tell Natsuo everything- but not tonight.

There was someone else he had to talk to first.