#Dabi is a little shit

[slicesofapple]

Dabi can't seem to wipe that lazy, devil-may-care grin off of Hawks's face, no matter what he does.

Not with his staples.

Not with his worst, cheshire-cat smile.

Not with the most psychotic shit spewing out of his mouth.

Not even when he aims a stream of his hottest fire just a little too close to Hawks's feathers to be comfortable.

It's only when Dabi takes three steps forward and leans down and plants a wisp of a kiss on Hawk's cheek that Hawks's face blanks out in surprise.

[keigo-takamis-no-1-simp]

Ｋｅｉｇｏ Ｔａｋａｍｉ Ｘ Ｒｅａｄｅｒ／／ Ｔｏ ｈｅａｌ ｉｓ ｔｏ ｈｕｒｔ（Ｏｎｅ ｓｈｏｔ）

CW/TW: Depictions of abuse, SA themes, drugging, alcoholism, depression, dissociation- please use caution when reading.

𝙿𝚊𝚒𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐: Hawks x Reader

𝚂𝚞𝚖𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚢: You'd been dating Dabi when you met Keigo. Over the years, you finally managed to break free from his abusive grasp. But when Keigo unintentionally does something far too similar...

𝙶𝚎𝚗𝚛𝚎: ANGST

Note: Dabi is a little shit

𝚆𝚘𝚛𝚍 𝙲𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚝: 1903

𝙼𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝

Your life had been in absolute shambles. You’d lost your job, your parents disowned you, and you were inevitably evicted from your apartment when you couldn’t make ends meet. You’d tried several things, of course… but it wasn’t ever enough. 

You’d been at your wits end. What was the point in continuing? You had no friends, no family, no job- you were a burden on society. 

That’s when you met Dabi. 

Rude, blunt, but honest, he offered you a place to stay, and people you could thrive with. The League of Villains. You’d clicked with Toga and Twice fairly quickly, and Dabi was… kind. To you, at least. You were able to see a softer side to him that no one else had. Toga warned you, of course, that he could be manipulative. 

But wasn’t being manipulated better than being alone- better than being dead? 

He bought you gifts, showered you in the affection he could give, and you were there for him when things got tough. All and all, it seemed like a good relationship. Like you’d found someone who wanted you for you. 

After about a year, though… his true colors began to show through. He didn’t take care with his words when it came to you anymore, and often snapped- taking his frustrations from his father out on you. 

It didn’t take long before those frustrations turned from verbal degradations to physical harm. You kept your body covered to hide any possible bruising. You found yourself wondering where the man who took you in- the man you loved and thought loved you- vanished off to. 

One painful situation to another, it seemed. It was better than being homeless, of course. But you no longer felt welcome in the League. He made damn sure of that- after all, you had gone from his girlfriend and partner to… well, for lack of better words, punching bag. 

Burns and cuts constantly littered your skin. Turns out those gifts were nothing more than peons in a game of chess you hadn’t even known you’d taken part in. Each one with their own strings attached. 

When Hawks began to meet with Dabi, it was hard not to notice him. Large vermillion wings, golden eyes, and a smile that could light up a room. Though… there was something to him that you couldn’t put your finger on. So, you simply kept your distance. 

Just like you did with everyone. 

You were a healer- little more than that. Your quirk had the ability to harm others as well, but… Dabi had found a way to suppress that part of your quirk. The only downside to the healing part of your quirk was that you couldn’t heal yourself. You’re pretty sure that’s the only reason he let you keep using it. 

You’d been on the roof of the shitty little bar the LoV hid out in, looking up at the stars. It was cold, but you didn’t mind. For once, you’d been wearing little more than a t-shirt and shorts. The cold reminded you that you were real- something you’d begun to forget. 

You were drunk, drugged, or dissociated most of the time. Not by choice, but you were too weak physically to fight back. No one else bothered to step in if they noticed. Your body absolutely ached. He’d hurt you in ways you would never be able to tell another living soul about. 

The worst part about it was that you couldn’t even fully remember it. All you remembered was the argument leading up to it. You’d been concerned about something, and he didn’t want to talk about it… so his solution was to simply fuck you stupid. Whether you wanted it or not.

The drugs had finally worn off, leaving you in some semblance of a human state. The stars were beautiful… and it made you feel so small. So insignificant. You’d been so enraptured in their beauty that you hadn’t heard the wing hero approach. 

“Hey kid- whatcha doin’ up here so late?” He’d dropped his coat around your shoulders, much to your surprise. You’d jolted out of your thoughts, looking up at those golden eyes. He leaned over you just a little, hands in his pockets. 

“You really should take better care of yourself. You could catch a cold up here.” He teased, and… it was then that you knew you’d be in trouble. He was kind, empathetic, and extremely intelligent. 

That night, he hadn’t asked why you were up there on the rooftop. If you were really simply looking at the stars, or if you were going to do something stupid. 

No, nothing even close to that. He asked you what your favorite foods were, what sorts of music you liked, and what sorts of things you liked to do in your free time. The wing hero wasn’t the sort of man you’d seen on television. He was… human. 

He made you laugh. You couldn’t even remember the last time you’d even smiled. 

Another detail you’d noticed was he didn’t ask about your involvement with the LoV, as he had with the other members. Just asked how you heard about it, and… left it at that. 

You felt like a person again… something you’d missed.

After that interaction, you began to speak to him more. Chatting, telling jokes, and smiling. Something he didn’t see you do much before then. Of course… Dabi noticed the trend quite quickly. 

The night came in which Hawks was to meet you on that rooftop once more. It was a weekly routine- if he had the time, around 11 pm, he’d swing by and chat for a bit. Complain about hero work, and you’d listen and joke around with him. 

When you’d come to find Dabi there instead… to say you were surprised would be an understatement. He was drunk, visibly so, and dragged you back inside. He wasn’t too incapacitated enough to wrestle you into a position you couldn’t fight back… and that was the night he branded you. 

You distanced yourself from everyone after that. Your happiness had led to physical pain, so… why would you risk it again? Of course, Hawks- being the perceptive man he is- picked up on how distant you were immediately. 

Upon finding out over the span of a few weeks that Dabi was not only verbally abusing you, but beating you, assaulting you, and had outright branded you- he’d heard more than enough. 

Two and a half years later, you found yourself with him. He was open with you. His true name was Keigo Takami- and he was supposed to infiltrate the LoV to take them down from the inside. He walked a fine line with the commission- good and evil. He got his hands dirty so other people wouldn’t have to. So the city could sleep at night. 

He’d had to kill people in the past. Hawks was a facade given to him by the commission, and the true him was erased from history. When you had told him you loved the true version of him… he’d cried. You held him. 

You were the first person to treat him as though he were a human being- not some god or idol. And you were more than happy to provide. 

Keigo didn’t know many of the details about your relationship with Dabi. You’d taken care not to disclose too much… as his father was abusive towards him, you were worried about somehow triggering him. On the other hand- that left many things up to interpretation. 

Which led up to the current problem. 

“Keigs, please- it’s just a day off, you’re going to wear yourself out,” You plead softly, cupping his cheeks in your palms. He sighs, gently pushing your hands away. 

“[Name], we’ve talked about this. I can’t just ignore my hero duties for a day when I get a cold. People die if I’m not out there.” He pinches the bridge of his nose. You’d been talking for 25 minutes at least about this- and this was the 4th time this week. 

He was about done with it. 

“You have sidekicks for a reason- I’m just worried about you,” You sigh, leaning back a bit. It was roughly midnight at this point, and you both should’ve been in bed hours ago. But what had been simply joking around had turned to a serious conversation about his well-being. “I work in healthcare, I get it, but-” 

“No, [Name]- you don’t. I’m not some worker, I’m number 2. I can’t just take a day off.” He growls, before gently pushing you onto your back. “Now be good for me..” His voice lowers an octave. Something that normally made your stomach tighten with arousal made it twist uncomfortably. 

“Keigo, please-” You try, but he pushes your legs apart. Your heart is slamming against your ribs. When his hands tug at your shorts, you’re frozen. 

They slide down your legs easily, leaving you exposed. Your breathing picking up, you try to close them- only to be met with him growling. 

He’s about to eat you out when he glances up- something he always did to make sure you were ok. Upon seeing the tears in your eyes and flowing down your cheeks, he immediately stops. 

“Baby bird,” He murmurs, sitting up and shifting to your side. He’s gentle to pull your shorts up, and once you’re fully covered… a choked sob escapes your lips. 

“Hey, hey- it’s ok,” he gently guides you into his arms, and- you’re tense. You usually relax in his arms. “Birdie, please… it’s ok, you’re safe…” he whispers. Then it hits him. 

The smell of cortisol is practically radiating from you. You were afraid. He brushes your hair out, ensuring his hands stay either on your waist or elsewhere- away from your intimate areas. 

“I’m sorry, I-” You hiccup, rubbing your eyes. Keigo’s heart breaks a bit. His baby bird, his angel- they were crying because of something he did. And they were trying to apologize for it. 

“Shh… it’s ok, you didn’t do anything wrong, I promise. I’m sorry for pushing you into that…” He coos, untangling your hair gently with his fingers. 

“I- I just- please, if- if we’re talking about something, I’d rather you get mad or something than-” You can’t even finish your sentence. It’s then that it clicks. 

“He did that to you, didn’t he..?” His voice is barely above a whisper, and his stomach drops when you confirm it with a nod. “I’m so sorry..” 

You turn burying your face into his shoulder. “I’m… I’m just glad you stopped… Please, just- just talk to me instead..” You murmur, your voice cracking. He holds you just a little tighter, placing a gentle kiss on the top of your head. 

“Of course… I won’t ever do that again, I promise you that on my wings.” He hums into your hair. You hug him just a bit tighter. 

Dabi was one to hurt and give an excuse… Keigo, on the other hand, genuinely cared when he hurt you. When he made you cry. When you were upset. Because… he loved you. 

Something Dabi never did… and even though it was hard, you were starting to learn that maybe, just maybe, you did deserve to be loved. To be cherished. 

To be wanted. 

And Keigo would be damned if anyone let you feel like you didn’t.

[kelin-is-writing]

fwb!touya who at some point, he doesn’t know when though, has catched feelings for you and can’t help get livid when he hears your classmates going on about how “don’t you think y/n has become even more attractive recently?”, “y/n has this sexy aura around her lately...” or “is she seeing someone to be exuding so much sex appeal?”, it pisses touya off hearing them talk about you like that, but then all the rage fades when flashes of memories about you underneath him, panting all flushed and with legs hugging his waist as “harder touya...” reaches him from past your parted, swollen, lips whereas his pelvis snap sharply against yours filling touya’s ears and brain with pure sin.

it’s remembering that that realization comes over him about the fact that he is the reason your sex appeal has been overflowing, because touya fucks you so damn good and hard every single night.

that thought tugs a cocky grin at his lips as he walks past those guys, looking at them like they’re utter sore losers, while going to his next destination: the empty classroom on the third floor where you’re waiting him for a quickie.

[healercharm]

love this guy btw 🩷

[kacievvbbbb]

The league of Villains is the biggest exercise in escalation ever put to screen. Cause they used to be such funny little guys ! And then BAM suddenly I’m not laughing anymore.

[missmeinyourbones]

dabi + mutual pining 👁️👁️?

…

when dabi returns from the bar without an old-fashioned in hand, your interest is piqued.

you can't help but smile at his sulking shoulders and sullen eyes, "why are you drinkless?"

"don’t ask," he waves you off before slumping into the booth beside you.

after a moment of feeling your beady little eyes focused on his through his peripheral vision, he eventually caves.

"forgot my wallet, so i tried flirting with the bartender for a free drink and—"

his voice trails off, admitting defeat as he uses his open palms to gesture to the empty table before him, the one that represents his failure of negotiation (and smooth talking) skills.

and you would be laughing at his misery if it wasn't for the gears busy turning in your head at a tiny detail of his sentence.

"you know how to flirt?"

dabi’s jaw physically drops in disbelief, "and what the fuck is that supposed to mean?"

"nothing, i don't know!" you're quick to put out the fire, so you sip your drink and brush off the comment. “i just didn't think it was something you did."

dabi grimaces at your amusement of the whole scenario, so he picks the dry skin from his lips with a defensive sigh. 

"i mean, it's not something i do frequently, or to just anyone," he assures, doing his best to keep his voice level. “it's… selective."

"so what i'm hearing is that you're picky."

he looks over to you, and you're enjoying this. cheeks slightly flushed from both the alcohol and the laughter you bite back, you're clearly getting a kick out of his borderline pathetic demise. 

he scoffs before turning his head away from you, not wanting to look you in the eye when he bares his next confession.

"i’ll have you know, i flirted with you the first time we met,” he wraps his knuckles on the table to busy his drinkless hands, “y'know, before i got to know you and became repulsed by you."

from the corner of his eye, dabi can see you giggle behind your drink, fiddling with the straw between your lips. 

you swirl the ice around in the glass. "the first time we met, you said i had a stupid laugh," you knowingly remind him.

and you expect him to fight the accusation, to defend his flirting skills and recall the memory differently; but when he turns to you with a shrug and tight-lipped smile, everything begins to click for you. 

"that's your flirting?” you practically gawk in surprise and he’s tsking away from you once more. 

you’re not satisfied though, now giddy with the realization that not only was he bad at flirting, but he’d willingly admitted that he was flirting with you. your smile is blinding, and he would be content with letting it beam, if it wasn’t at his disadvantage in the first place. 

“oh god it's worse than i thought. no wonder no one wants to fuck you."

“it's not my flirting that's bad,” he holds a defensive finger to the air, “it's the fact that the person i usually flirt with is a fucking idiot. that’s why i’m not fucking anyone.”

his confession brings a wave of heat to your cheeks, and whatever alcohol was buzzing through your veins seems weak compared to the affect of a few passing words from him. 

you clear your throat before shaking your head, "well, maybe you should learn to flirt better. y’know, maybe don't make fun of their laugh within two minutes of meeting them.”

"well, i don't see you coming up with any suggestions," he passes the ball right back to your court.

and you plan to not answer him, prepare to scoff at his silly tease and change the subject. but the more you think about it, the more you let your curiosity get the best of you. 

"compliment them," your voice speaks up after a few moments.

dabi’s eyes light up with a mixture of surprise and pride, "on what?"

"anything you like about them," you shrug casually, as if it’s a simple thing you do all the time. as if you’re constantly bathing him in the knowledge of how much you love his expressive eyes, his quick comebacks, his frowns and smiles and everything in between. 

and it's not until he laughs under his breath that you realize you've been staring at him for a bit too long. that he’s been returning the eye contact and the two of you have been admiring one another for what should be an uncomfortable amount of time. but it feels relatively natural, like admiring how the moon seems to follow your car window on a midnight drive.

you decide to break the tension and stand with a playful scoff, "it's not that hard.” 

dabi’s furrowed brow silently questions your sudden absence, but when you grab your wallet and gesture to the bar, he lights up with realization. 

"you owe me one," you mumble while standing. 

he smiles and nods in appreciation, and when you're walking away from the table, he calls out to you.

"hey," you turn on your heel to be met with his lazy smirk and a look of mischief glowing in his eyes. 

naturally, he grins, "i like your stupid laugh."

[autumnmobile12]

Fragile bitch

[tofumilkbread]

Cat! Dabi that just comes around your apartment, eats your food, scratches your sofa and then leave. Ignore you until it wants attention and then ruin more stuff so that you would pay attention to it. And then scratch anyone that dares come any close to you-

Oh wait that's just how Dabi is in general 😀

[milkywayco]

vigilante dabi who is just kinda. around. during shouto's childhood, unknown to endeavor. todosibs worst kept secret, yet somehow the flaming trashcan remains clueless. the 12 year old suddenly has black and white hair and he's trying to figure out how in hell his child who never leaves the house got hairdye and dabi's just in the backyard

[keigo-takamis-no-1-simp]

Ｈａｗｋｓ Ｘ Ｒｅａｄｅｒ - Ｌｅａｒｎｉｎｇ ｔｏ ｌｏｖｅ: Ｔｈｅ Ｔｒｕｔｈ

TW/CW: INTENSE ABUSE (PHYSICAL AND EMOTIONAL)

𝙿𝚊𝚒𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐: Hawks x Reader

𝚂𝚞𝚖𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚢: You're too similar to be a coincidence... and the truth finally comes from an unlikely source.

𝙶𝚎𝚗𝚛𝚎: ANGST. HURT. PAIN.

𝚆𝚘𝚛𝚍 𝙲𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚝: 2485

𝚃𝚊𝚐 𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝: @marydragneell, @numblytemporary, @rainycloud858, @theplacetoputfics, @aceofspades190

𝙼𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝

𝙿𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝙾𝚗𝚎 / 𝙿𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝚃𝚠𝚘 / 𝙿𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝚃𝚑𝚛𝚎𝚎 / 𝙿𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝙵𝚘𝚞𝚛 / 𝙿𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝙵𝚒𝚟𝚎 / 𝙿𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝚂𝚒𝚡 / 𝙿𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝚂𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗 / 𝙿𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝙴𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 / 𝙲𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝙽𝚒𝚗𝚎

It doesn’t take long for your exhaustion to claim you again, and the moment you’re asleep..? 

Keigo slips away, picking up his phone and silently stepping out of the room. His heart is racing, but his mind is faster. This was real. This was proof that you’re really the person he’d assumed you were. His gut- it had been right. He’s an idiot for not connecting the pieces sooner.

He unlocks his phone, stepping onto the balcony and shutting the doors behind him. He types in a familiar number- taking in a shaky breath as it rings. 

At first, he’s almost convinced that they won’t pick up. It just rings, and rings… he pulls the phone away to hang up-

“What..?” A deep, raspy voice comes from the other end, and he quickly brings the phone back up to his ear. Unease settles in his stomach for a moment before dissipating.

“Hey Dabs, uh… I know it’s early, but-” There’s no way to say it but to say it. “I found her.” 

The line goes silent for a moment, and a dark chuckle escapes the male on the other end. “... what makes you think I’ll believe you?” He can’t blame him- it sounds like a fucked up joke. 

But it’s far from that. 

“I had a gut feeling when I met her, and- she knows your name.” Keigo just barely registers Dabi- or Touya-’s breath hitching. “She doesn’t… remember. But she had a dream and said your name. Looked you up, saw the articles where you faked your death-” 

“You’re not fuckin’ with me, are you..” There’s very, very slight disbelief in his tone. It turns into an uneasy chuckle. 

“.. ‘s she with you now?” He hums, and Keigo sighs. 

“Yeah- She’s… still weird about touch. And she still doesn’t cry or smile much.” Keigo exhales, and the line goes silent again as he mulls over his words. 

“... I’ve gotta see this for myself.” The finality in Touya’s voice sends an odd sensation down Keigo’s spine. 

The person they’d grown to care for, the one they’d been convinced was dead and buried- was back. The line goes dead. 

Keigo’s stomach twists. You knew Touya… but not him. It didn’t make sense- he’d met you first. He’d taken you in, given you a place to stay- And it’s pretty damn hard to forget red wings. Were you fucking with him? The more he considers it- the more and more it makes sense. 

The familiar way you looked at him, the way you carried yourself, how you seemed to find comfort in him when you’d been borderline delirious-

You’re fully aware of everything. And you’d been hiding it this whole time. You had to be- there’s no way in hell it’s all coincidence. 

His jaw sets and he heads back inside, feathers bristling. It wasn’t Dabi, it was Touya. Something only they would know. What was this feeling- jealousy? No, he didn’t get jealous. That isn’t the cause for the tight anger growing in his chest, squeezing his heart tighter than it should. 

You’d lied. 

And he didn’t appreciate liars. 

He’d give you a chance to come clean- to admit to pretending not to know him over the last few days. It had been at least three- or was it two? It didn’t really matter. If you knew him, you should’ve said something. Anything. 

He paces in the living room. Maybe dropping hints of the past? Where they met? If he was familiar at all? There had to be a way to get the truth out of you. He isn’t stupid… and he’d get his answer. 

It’s hours later when you wake up again, eyes bleary and… Something’s wrong. 

He isn’t beside you anymore. Your stomach sinks- and you try to force the memories of your fights with your ex out of your head. The weird feeling settling in your stomach is far too familiar for your liking.

 Sitting up, you swing your legs over the side of the bed. You still feel like shit, a little dizzy and nauseous. 

You still feel out of place walking through his apartment. Down the hall, and into the main area.. 

He’s sitting on the couch, fingers laced together and a solemn expression on his face. Your voice comes out soft, unintentionally so. “Keigo..?” 

He jumps a bit, looking back at you. You’re still pale, and you still look extremely weak. It almost makes him feel guilty. Almost. 

“Hey… can we talk for a second?” The look on your face… it’s like this is familiar. Had you done this to other people before? 

“Yeah, um… what’s up?” You approach him cautiously- it’s like you know what’s going to happen.

He forces himself to take a deep breath. Despite hating the commission for the way they trained him… it came in handy sometimes. He didn’t enjoy manipulating people. But to get the truth? 

He’ll do what has to be done. 

“I’m just thinking- we haven’t talked much about what it was like growing up. Figured since I’d be livin’ with ya, it wouldn’t hurt to get to know you,” He gives you a light grin, but there’s more to it buried beneath those amber eyes. 

This isn’t to ‘bond’, there’s a purpose to this. An ulterior motive. Not that you knew that.

“Oh, um… ok,” You swallow, slowly coming to sit across from him. The door is a few paces away- but his feathers would be faster.

“You said you were quirkless, right? What about your parents?” He hums, head tilting to the side. He’d met your sister- He hadn’t even known you had one. How much more were you hiding? 

You dip your head in agreement, finding yourself messing with your nails. “My father wasn’t around much, and- my mother… we had our disagreements, but it was relatively ok,” Despite your memories and beliefs lining up with your words, something didn’t feel right about it. Like something is missing

He hums, wings twitching a bit. “My old man didn’t want me around, and my mother pretty much tolerated me. It was… a messy situation.” He has a somber smile tracing his lips. It’s… oddly comforting to know he’s had poor family experiences too. 

Your brows twitch inward for a moment, and you frown. “I’m- sorry to hear that. If it means anything, I really appreciate everything you’ve done for me. You weren’t a mistake.” He falters.

For a split second guilt flashes over his features. It sends a bolt of discomfort through you. Was this more than just… him wanting to get to know you? Your gut was usually right- and you had a bad feeling it would be on this too.

“I- appreciate that.” He gives you a small smile. “.. you said you had some issues with your mom?” 

“Yeah, uh- she and I fought a lot. She definitely had some favoritism. But she did still take care of me, so I can’t complain too much.”

It looks like he wants to say something- but he decides against it. 

“I see… typical arguments?” He rests his hand on his palm. There’s something off with his tone. Why? Were you pissing him off? You’re being honest.. Your memory is hazy, and you have no idea why. It’s not like you’re lying to him.

“Mostly, um… she didn’t like how close I was to my siblings, but I don’t really remember a lot. It was a while ago,” You shrug, and… he snaps. Maybe it's because it’s a blatant lie in his eyes. Maybe it’s the way you said it- 

“Ok- I’ve been trying to be patient but I gotta know. Are you fucking with me?” He looks up at you, his golden eyes hard. It sends a bolt through your body. You knew that look. You knew what it meant. 

“I- I’m sorry, what?-” You exhale, trying to maintain your composure. This wasn’t your ex… this was Keigo. He’d been nothing but kind- what made him suddenly turn on you? 

“Don’t play dumb. You know exactly what I mean.” He groans, wings flaring a bit. That, mixed with the irritated clicking sound coming from him makes you flinch. 

“I- Keigo, I don’t-” You start, and he stands up, striding over to you. Grabbing your chin, he forces you to look at him. 

You immediately freeze. For a moment- you don’t see him. It’s Junichiro, looking down at you with a sadistic smile. You hear his voice- 

“You’re a shitty liar.” 

Your heartbeat starts to race. The feeling of his hands on your face, mixed with his tone and words- 

Your chest feels tight. This can’t be the same person- your head begins to throb, growing more and more excruciating-

A sudden sting blossoms over your right cheek. “All you do is whine.” Your ex snaps. In a moment of rage- you move to push him away. 

He grabs your wrists with one hand, and grips your chin. He then forces your gaze up to his. His eyes are dark. Your lips part but nothing comes out- oh god… 

You fucked up. 

“I could break your nose if I wanted to. And if you try to pull that shit again I’ll break your jaw.” Your breath hitches in your chest. It’s not a threat, it’s a promise. 

He’s touching you. Your whole body stays tense, and you can’t tear your terrified gaze off of him. 

“There’s that beautiful expression… you always look like a doll. A pathetic little thing, really,” He chuckles darkly. 

“Let me show you who’s really in charge here, sweetheart… cause it sure as hell ain’t you.”

He shoves you against the back of the couch, straddling you. Your heart is pounding against your ribs, racing faster than it’s ever gone before-

He has a wicked smile on his face. “I could always just break this pretty little neck of yours instead-” 

His hand lashes out, closing around your throat. You choke, hands reaching up to claw at his forearms and wrists. 

You can’t breathe. 

“All it would take is just a little movement. I wouldn’t miss you. Nobody would.” He sneers, leaning so close to your face you can feel his hot breath. He reaches over to the ashtray, flicking the ash off the end. 

Then… everything slows down. 

You can see it- the cigarette. It’s still smoldering, inching towards you. 

You try to wrestle your way out, but he’s got you pinned by your neck. You cough as he presses down harder, cutting off your air supply. 

Your eyes widen, and- 

A burning, white-hot pain sends your vision white, and forces a scream from your lips. He just laughs. 

Twisting the cigarette into your skin further, he just chuckles. It’s a callous, soul-crushing sound. “You gonna cry now? C’mon- let me see those tears.” His voice drops. 

“No wonder nobody likes you. You can’t feel, you don’t cry, you don’t laugh. You’re nothing more than a fucking doll. And no one is ever going to love you like I do.” He growls, eyes darkening. “This is what love will always be for you. Never forget that.” 

Your vision is going black, and you try to cough and gasp for air, but nothing comes in or out. Your grip has weakened considerably. 

He leans in and whispers into your ear. “None of this would’ve happened if you didn’t exist.” 

“Are you even listening to me?” 

“[Name]-”

“[NAME]-”

“NAME!” 

You jerk back, your heart pounding in your chest. Scrambling past him, you push him out of the way. 

Get away- you had to get away. 

He moves to grab your arm, and you whip around. His expression falls. 

“W-wait-” He starts, but you’re already out the door. Bare feet slap against the wood on the floor, and there’s a sense of growing dread. 

You were right. This was too good to be true. 

Glancing at the elevator- no. You’d take the stairs. Go through another floor, then take the elevator. Make it less predictable- As you near the end of the hall, you run into the chest of a male. 

You practically jump out of your skin, and-

“He wasn’t kidding..” A deep, raspy voice. He- he’s familiar. How is he familiar? 

The face from your dream comes to mind. “Touya..?” You whisper, almost breathless. Keigo’s footsteps echo down the hall, and you whip around. 

“This isn’t something you can just run away from.” He seethes, stalking towards you- a predator hunting prey. 

You’re trapped. 

“You know what you’re doing. You know that you’re fucking with me- you remember everything, don’t you? Where the fuck did you go? I can see it in your eyes. You know more than you’re letting on, and I’m done letting you toy with me,” His pupils are practically black. 

You take a step back, heart pounding out of your chest. You’re fucked. You’re totally fucked. 

I wouldn’t miss you. Nobody would.

No wonder nobody likes you. You can’t feel, you don’t cry, you don’t laugh. You’re nothing more than a fucking doll. And no one is ever going to love you like I do.

This is what love will always be for you. Never forget that.

None of this would’ve happened if you didn’t exist.

A voice tears you from the memory. 

“Listen- I ain’t a fuckin’ saint, but look at her. She’s fuckin’ terrified- and I’m supposed to be the asshole outta the two of us. Back off. Let her talk.” 

He growls, taking a step towards Keigo. Keigo just huffs, eyes narrowing. “You don’t understand- she said almost everything right.”

“If she says she doesn’t remember the details, she doesn’t. If you went through all that shit you woulda repressed it too. I know I sure as hell did.”

Keigo huffs, crossing his arms in front of his chest. Touya- He looks different than the kid you dreamt of. Now, piercings line the scars on his body. 

You swallow hard, your chest constricting. 

“... My memories, they- they’re all really fuzzy for the most part up until a few years ago-” Your words come out rushed, tripping over yourself as you try to diffuse the situation. 

“You look familiar but I don’t think I’ve- I’ve met you, either of you, before-” You plead, your eyes flicking to Touya’s. There’s… a bit of pain in those sapphire pools. 

“Please, you have to believe me-” anxiety and pain were the two emotions you could show.. and they were more than just visible. 

Keigo’s expression softens, and he sighs, running a hand down his face- then through his hair. “Damn it…” He murmurs, and Touya hums in thought. 

“Listen…” His voice is low, raspy and rough. “Did they ever take you to the doctors around the time things get fuzzy?” 

You nod, and he glances up at Keigo before he speaks. His next words bring a new emotion forward. 

Rage. 

“Your mother had your memories erased.”

[shehsart]

LoV if they met a little earlier.

THEY'RE HER BIG BROTHERS.

[slicesofapple]

It's during Hawks's internationally streamed acceptance speech for his newly anointed #1 Hero status that he gets down on one knee and asks Enji if he can have Touya's hand in marriage.

[hopeluna-archived]

dabi/touya todoroki from bnha for the ask game please <3

Ok so technically I don't write for Dabi but I just love him too much so here you go

♡ Dabi is, despite him saying he's not, a needy man. When you're not giving him "enough attention" and doing your own thing, he'll grumble quietly and promptly press his foot to your side and poke you every 5 seconds. When you ask him why he's doing it, he'll just turn the other way and pretend he's watching the shitty television show thats on.

And then after 2 minutes, he starts doing it again till you get the hint and he has a smirk on his face as you're cuddling him.

Soft moments/things they do ask game

[cosybunny]

(More) More Human Than Human ramblings (I cannot be stopped, this plot bunny is too well-fed)

Love how Dabi deals with his sense of guilt via being the most annoying asshole he can possibly be. Because 'I'm really sorry you got hit by a sex quirk when I was supposed to be watching your back, I feel shitty about it' is too healthy and communicative (he could never), but prodding Shigaraki's buttons at every opportunity to reaffirm the bonds of their antagonistic little relationship is perfectly acceptable. Their love language is arguing and death threats.

Makes it especially feel dire when Dabi stops taking the piss, after a while, because he senses Shigaraki is too miserable to reciprocate and it's a little too real to joke about now. Goes from making fun of him and the absurdity of the situation to offering himself up to burn the quirk off quicker because seeing him like this is genuinely affecting him, which, of course, cracks open a whole new can of fuckery for both of them.

(Dabi should've worried less about how he's starting to care too much about the League and his terrifying newfound protectiveness over Shigaraki, and worried more about what Toga and Twice were scheming behind his back. By the time they ambush him with their Kidnap A Pro Hero For Their Asexual Leader To Cuddle plan, they've already gotten to Spinner and Compress. It's too late not to get roped in. Damage control and all. Besides, Duster needs help.)

(Eraserhead is not sure why the League's resident arsonist reminds him so much of his own students, and is too fucking sober to contemplate the Implications™, but at least he's experienced in calling out stubborn brats on their own bullshit)

[mysteroads]

Been a hot minute since I've been here, but I finally kicked my writer's block! New Fandom, who dis? I promise it's a happy ending, if a little bittersweet. In payment for bittersweet, you get: Villain Snark, Villain Banter, Dabi being an ornery little shi*t, Todofam feels, and... MONCHAN being a very good dog. 🐶💖

SUMMARY: Much to his displeasure, Dabi wakes up after his final confrontation with his family. However, he finds that his family isn't the only one waiting for him. Shigaraki is there to offer him a choice, and he brought his dog Monchan with him.

EXCERPT:

Opening his eyes again, Dabi tried to look around. Still blurry. Lots of white though, so, hospital? Why was he here? Why were they wasting time and medicine on a wreck of a villain? They sure were kicking up a lot of fuss about something. He could see people-shaped blurs wearing white running around like there was some kind of emergency. He wished he could roll his eyes, but that was too difficult. Idiots.

In a world of motion, the eye is naturally drawn to stillness, and so his gaze fell on the figure in the open doorway.

“Dog.” The word was startled out of him.

“What?”

“Did he say dog?”

“Touya, baby, what did you say?”  

Cold fingers touched his cheek, and he answered without thinking, “There's... a dog...”

A rush of confused whispers around him, as if they couldn’t see the freaking dog right in front of them. It was the damndest thing though: The rest of the room and the occupants were nothing but splotches of colors to him, but the dog was perfectly clear, practically haloed in high definition. Some type of medium sized brown dog, a shiba inu or corgi maybe. It sat as if waiting for something, and even from across the room he could tell its eyes were a warm, melting brown. He wondered idly if its fur was as soft as it looked.

“Her name’s Mon.” The new voice cut easily through the babble, and was familiar to Dabi as his own quirk. He felt the muscles in his face pull as they tried to form into a smirk.

“Tomura… Shigaraki… You crusty bitch.”

[summer-sapphic]

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