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autumnsart22 · 3 years ago

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You Promised pt. 1

Hey guys! Sorry I haven’t been online in a while, life’s been pretty busy. I wanted to share this Shigaraki x reader fanfiction that’s been in my drive for awhile.

This takes place over the Stain arc, all the way to Overhaul. Obviously, things aren’t exactly the same as the show but I tried to follow it pretty closely.

TRIGGER WARNING: Contains themes of rape, murder, torture, etc.

Enjoy!

“Get away from me, you crazy bitch!” The large man’s mouth trembled in terror as he gazed up at me, his mustache still dripping with alcohol and his pants wet with piss. As I knelt down before him, I contemplated again why I was wasting my time on such a lowly, disgusting person.

Remember the money, I reminded myself, tugging a knife from one of the many hidden pockets disguised across my skin tight black bodysuit.

“Sorry, I wish I could,” I murmured, leaning down and stabbing him right through the back of his hand.

His scream was loud enough to cut my ears, but we were in the backstreets of Kamakura, where drug dealers, murderers, and villains lived in the shadows. No one would be helping him now.

“W-why are you doing this?” The man blubbered, snot running down his face. He tried to yank his hand away, only succeeding in making the wound bigger.

“You shouldn’t have raped and killed John Yurn’s wife. Obviously he’d want revenge,” I tapped him on the nose. “You did this to yourself.”

I pulled out my gun and shot him in the head, sighing as blood splattered across my feet. “Noo, and these were new shoes too...” I muttered in annoyance.

Glancing at the body, I shoved my weapons away and turned back towards the street. I had completed one hit for a client, but I still had many more to go. My night was only just beginning.

Being an assassin wasn’t the most appealing job, and it made me enemies left and right. But it was better than being raped for a living.

After my mother had been abandoned, she had sold me into slavery at a brothel, where I was raised to fuck men well and make them forget their wives waiting at home. I would never forget the feeling of wrinkly hands touching me, or their disgusting breath in my ear. If we didn’t do well, we were beaten, scarred, or starved, and the only way to escape was buying our own freedom. But the nights spent with different men only got us a few pennies, and the rest went to the greedy pimps that owned us.

I had learned how to fight within those walls, taught by the dead eyed women who had lived their entire lives as sex slaves. I was thirteen when I escaped, after I slit my rapist’s neck with one of my hair pins and slipped out the window, breaking both my ankles in the fall. I had almost died of starvation on the streets, saved only by the other vagrants who took pity on me. Becoming an assassin had been my only other option after that, and I had followed that path willingly ever since.

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I sprinted down the street, shouts echoing behind me. I wiped blood from my hands and ducked into a back alley, tugging a shirt from my bag and pulling it over my bodysuit to make my outfit look normal. I also removed my hair tie and ran my fingers through my hair, beginning to stagger down the street, swaying like I had way too much to drink at the club.

A police car slowed down as it drove by me, and the officer rolled down his window.

“Miss, it’s not safe for you to be out here at this hour. Do you need an escort to your destination?”

I looked at him, eyes unfocused and smiled. “Oh! Thank you very much, but my home is just down the block.” I fluttered my eyelashes and slurred my words a bit, my gaze trailing down his chest.

“Are you sure?”

“Yes of course! I wouldn’t want to bother you. Thank you again officer.”

He nodded a bit reluctantly, and pulled away. I smiled as he drove out of sight, continuing my leisurely pace down the dark street. In my hand, I still held the chopped off finger of Mr. James Krish, his ring identifying him as the right person. I would have to deliver it to my client in a few days before it rotted.

“Good performance you put on there, Y/n L/n.” A deep voice echoed down the alley, and I turned slowly.

“I’m sorry?” I kept my voice slurred and eyes half closed.

“I know you’re the one that killed James Krish, and I know you’re the famous assassin, Nightingale.”

I widened my eyes. “W-what are you even talking about? I’m not a murderer! Who even are you?”

The creature moved forward, and my eyes narrowed slightly. He was made almost fully of deep purple shadows, which shifted and moved as if he wasn’t even solid. His eyes glowed yellow from the darkness, and his voice echoed from a nonexistent mouth.

“I am Kurogiri, a member of the League of Villains, and I’m here to make you an offer.”

I straightened, crossing my arms. “The League of Villains? I’ve heard of you. You attacked UA and failed to kill All Might.”

The shadow made an offended noise. “We are building up our strength once again. This time, we will not fail.”

“What does this have to do with me?”

“My master is creating a team of strong villains, and I believe you would be an excellent addition.”

I felt a slow smile pulling up my lips. “Me? A quirkless nobody? Wow, the League must be getting desperate.”

“Quirkless or not, you are the most well known killer in Japan.”

“I’m honored. Unfortunately, joining a team isn’t really my style. Thank you for the offer, but I’ll be on my way now.”

I bowed mockingly and turned on my heel to leave.

“You will be rewarded, of course. Money and anything else you want that is within our power to give you.”

I paused, feeling an old ache build in my stomach. My hands curled into fists. “Revenge.”

“What?”

I turned back to Kurogiri. “I want revenge against All Might.”

The shadow creature’s eyes narrowed. “Done.”

“Then I’ll hear what your master has to say.”

Kurogiri nodded, and his shadows spread out. “My quirk is Warp Gate, which allows me to create portals. If you step through here, it will take you directly to my Master.”

I paused, two knives sliding into my palm. “If this is a trap, I will kill you slowly.”

Even though he didn’t have a face, I could sense his discomfort. “Of course.”

I stepped forward, the shadows curling around me as the street behind me disappeared into darkness. For a heartstopping few seconds, I had the oddest feeling of being dragged forward without actually moving in the pitch blackness. But then the empty space in front of me rippled, and I stumbled forward into the light.

It took a few moments to catch my breath and orient myself to my new surroundings. I stood in a run down bar, the counter made of auburn wood and the stools of cheap red leather that was peeling apart. Behind the counter, the shelves were lined with glass bottles of different kinds of alcohol, and a thick purple curtain covered a doorway to a back room. The only light came from the shelf behind the bar and an old television in the corner.

My eyes fell on the only other person in the bar, who sat on one of the seats with his elbow on the table. At first I thought he had his face buried in one of his hands, but as I stared, I realized that the hand covering his features was actually disembodied. He wore all black, his posture slumped, and his hair was a messy light blue.

He turned to me, and I could see his blazing red eyes narrow from between the fingers of the hand.

“Who are you?” He snarled, his voice high and gravelly as he pushed himself to his feet.

I glanced over my shoulder to see Kurogiri materializing behind me.

“Tomura Shigaraki. I brought a new recruit,” he said.

The blue haired hand-guy looked me over, eyes narrowed. “Really…”

I crossed my arms, annoyed. “I came here because your shadow thing told me too. If you’re a dick, then I’ll be taking my leave.”

Shigaraki eyes turned furious, gaze turning towards Kurogiri. “You brought me such an insolent girl? Get her out of my sight before I kill her for her disrespect.”

“Tomura please. She is a well known spy and assassin, and she would be an excellent addition to the League. We need new recruits.”

“What is her quirk?” He surveyed me, and I felt my anger begin to boil.

“She is quirkless, master.”

Shigaraki began to wheeze, and I realized he was laughing. “You really expect me to accept a quirkless, useless villain to my team?” I pulled a knife from my suit without blinking, throwing it as hard as I could at Shigaraki’s head. As I intended, the weapon barely grazed his ear and hit the opposite wall where it stuck, shaking.

I smiled. “Is this immature, contemptuous idiot really your master? There’s no way someone so stupid could be leading this operation. Although…” I paused and smiled arrogantly in Hand-Guy’s direction. “I guess with your colossal failure at UA, I can understand better.”

“You little brat--!” Shigaraki stood and prowled towards me, his red eyes furious. “How dare you disrespect me!”

I stood my ground. “You disrespected me first.”

Shigaraki reached a hand towards me, and I pointed my gun at him, preparing to shoot him in the face. Before either of us could kill the other, a portal erupted between us, preventing any further violence.

“Get out of the way, Kurogiri,” Shigaraki hissed.

“Tomura, we need more people to be able to defeat All Might and the heroes! Keep your goals in mind before you kill every new recruit.”

Shigaraki lowered his hand slowly, still glaring at me. I lowered my weapon as well, but kept it at the ready by my side.

“I’ll give you a chance. But if you fail me in any way, I’ll kill you.”

I crossed my arms. “All I want is to kill All Might. If helping you will get me my revenge, then I can work with you.”

Shigaraki turned away, gesturing to Kurogiri. “You can show her a room.”

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One of the better things about being part of the League of Villains was their training facility. I wasn’t sure how they could afford it, and I didn’t ask, but the room was huge and had tons of equipment. Plus, it was almost always empty because there weren’t many official members of the League yet.

Shigaraki and I hadn’t spoken after the initial introduction, and I hadn’t asked after him. My job was to provide support to his team, and in return I would get my revenge. There was nothing beyond that, so I was fine with waiting until I was called upon.

I saw Kurogiri much more often than his master, and he filled me in on some of the League’s goals. Apparently, the hero killer Stain was rising in popularity, his ideals and philosophies taking over the internet. According to Kurogiri, Shigaraki wanted to turn the momentum against the heroes, and shift the focus onto us instead of Stain. I couldn’t care less about the bullshit that was the media. I knew it was a powerful force, driving many people’s understanding of the world, but I just saw it as a web of lies that anyone could manipulate with the proper position and money.

Because of this, I tried to stay out of the main base, where the TV was always on and Shigaraki lurked at the bar. Instead, I spent most of my time training.

I slammed my fist into the punching bag again and again, rocking it back a few inches and making my knuckles burn as sweat rolled down my back. I kept my wrists loose and knees slightly bent, kicking the dummy right in the face and rocking it back.

“Please try to not ruin our equipment,” an annoyed voice complained.

I whirled around, wiping sweat from my forehead with the back of my arm. “What are you doing?” I asked, narrowing my eyes at Shigaraki.

He wore a black sweatshirt and black pants, his face still hidden behind the weird, disembodied hand. He tilted his head, watching me with his dark red eyes.

“I’m here to train. What else would I be doing?”

I scowled. “You train?” He really didn’t seem like the type. “I was under the impression that you just sat back and let your minions fail at your horribly thought out plans.”

The little bit of his face that I could see twisted. “I should kill you right here,” he snarled.

“You can try,” I smiled, a knife snapping into my palm.

We stared at each other for a long moment, neither of us moving. When he finally lunged, I jumped to the side and kicked out my leg. He was faster than I expected, avoiding my attempt to trip him and easily moving his momentum so he was charging back in my direction. He reached out his hand for my arm, but I rolled under him and punched him in the back of the knee, making him fall.

I didn’t know what his quirk was exactly, but my guess was that it had something to do with his hands, since he didn’t have any other weapons. I had to avoid them at all costs.

While he was on his knees, I roundhouse kicked him in the back of the head, sending him sprawling. He didn’t move for a long moment, and I shifted warily. Before I could blink, he rolled and tackled my legs out from under me. I was able to twist in the air, jumping out of the way of his reaching hands and landing on my ass a few feet away.

We glared at each other, panting, both of us out of breath. Behind his mask, his eyes flickered, and I had only a second to move as he jumped at me. My fist came up and punched him directly in the face, most of it blocked by the mask covering his features. However, the force of my hit knocked the hand loose, sending it spinning off to the side. Shigaraki grunted and grabbed my arm.

I screamed.

It was the worst pain I had ever experienced, as though my arm was being torn to pieces or dissolved in acid, and my vision went white. I had just enough control over my mind to instinctually head butt Shigaraki in the forehead, and he released my arm. Unfortunately, he kicked my feet out from under me, sending me sprawling into his chest and making us both crash into the floor in a tangled heap.

I pushed myself up on my hands, straddling his hips and pinning his wrists so he couldn’t touch me again. We stared at each other, both panting and furious. I hadn’t gotten a good look at him without the mask before, but now I blinked in surprise.

He was much younger than I expected, probably only a year or two older than me. His red eyes burned in contrast to the dark circles under his eyes, and his lips were cracked and scarred. He looked like he could seriously use some moisturizer.

Despite all that, I felt my cheeks flushing. I was completely caught off guard, and didn’t like it.

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“Get off me,” he growled, but his eyes trailed over my face slowly and he didn’t sound very convincing.

I blushed furiously and rolled off him, careful not to touch his hands. “You’re better at fighting than I expected.”

He sat up, glaring at me with hooded eyes. “Why wouldn’t you expect me to be trained?”

“I don’t know...I guess I thought that you wouldn’t usually fight since you’re the leader of the League and have other lesser villains to do your dirty work.”

“I don’t usually fight in the actual battles. But it’s good to be prepared.”

I huffed a laugh, but my stomach twisted. There were too many times when I wished I had been better equipped to fight back. It was why I had transformed myself into the assassin I was...

“What’s your quirk?” I asked, grimacing as I gently touched my arm.

Shigaraki followed my gaze, regret passing over his features momentarily. “Decay… anything I touch with all five fingers will immediately start to dissolve.”

I blinked in shock. That powerful? No wonder he didn’t need any weapons.

“What!? You could have killed me!”

Shigaraki rolled his eyes. “Yes, that was the point.”

“Then why aren’t you trying to kill me now?”

“You’re more powerful than I expected...for being quirkless. You could be useful.”

I snorted. “Thanks.”

I opened my mouth to ask him another question when shadows seemed to pull apart the air in front of us, and Kurogiri appeared.

“Tomura Shigaraki. Master wishes to speak to you.”

Shigaraki looked at me, and then at Kurogiri. “He would probably wish to meet you.” He said to me after a long moment.

I blinked. “Are you not the leader of the League?”

Shigarki stood and grabbed his hand mask, placing it back over his face. “I am. But my master helps me and guides me when I need his advice.”

Shigaraki’s tone of voice was strange to me. Over the years locked away in the brothel, I had picked up observational skills which allowed me to read people’s moods and relationships pretty well. When Shigaraki spoke about his master, he sounded reverent, affectionate, and tense all at once. What was their relationship? “Is he coming here?”

Shigaraki did his strange wheezing laugh. “No, of course not. It would be far too risky for him.”

I crossed my arms. “Fine then. How do you communicate?”

Shigaraki answered by gesturing to Kurogiri and I sighed, sheathing my knives and stepping through the shadows. The disturbing sense of pressure across my body pressed down on me, but I stepped into the bar only a second later.

My eyes immediately went to the television in the corner, which glowed a strange, flickering white.

“Master,” Shigaraki moved past me, kneeling in front of the TV with his head lowered. “You wanted to speak with me.”

“Tomura, good. There is news. Have you been able to recruit any new villains?”

“Yes, master.” Shigaraki glanced over his shoulder and I moved forward at his gesture.

The TV didn’t speak for a long moment, and I felt a deep sense of discomfort as my body prickled. I twitched, unable to shake the feeling that eyes were watching my every move, seeing deep into my soul.

“Y/n L/n, the Nightingale. It is excellent to meet you.”

I lowered my head slightly, trying to keep my voice from sounding mocking as I spoke. “To whom do I owe this...pleasure?”

The TV rumbled with a chuckle. “It’s unnecessary to know who I am. Just know that I am watching this world, and I have decided it should change for the better. Tomura is my successor, who will make this dream a reality. I am glad you’ve decided to join us.”

Make this world better? What could a bunch of villains have to improve? There was something about this “master” that made alarm bells go off in my head. I didn’t trust him in the least.

Before I could decide how to respond, the TV spoke again. “Tomura, I have some things to discuss in private.”

“Of course, Master.” Shigaraki spoke with childlike admiration, and I scrunched my eyebrows together. He didn’t seem like the type to stoop low without reason.

I stood. “I’ll take my leave. If you need me, I’ll be out in the city. Just give me a ring.”

“Where are you going?” Shigaraki watched me, eyes intense.

“I have a job, you know.” I turned without another word to Shigaraki, heading towards the door. “It was nice to meet you, master,” I called sarcastically over my shoulder.

It probably wasn’t the best idea to antagonize the guy within the TV; based on Shigaraki and Kurogiri’s loyalty and devotion, it seemed like he was pretty powerful. I also couldn’t shake the chill from my bones from hearing his deep voice. It was that of an ancient creature, who had seen more violence than I could ever imagine. I had no doubt that he could crush me like an ant without a split second’s hesitation.

The thought made my fists curl. I refused to be powerless anymore, even if it meant antagonizing people who far outranked me.

Chapter 2

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