#and hawks first brushed it off because that's dabi talking

[yugiohz]

wallahi the fujoshi goggles are off (maybe even permanently, i fear), but i think dabi and hawks deserved one final confrontation. the question is, what kind of final interaction could they even have gotten? i have no idea tbh like i never gave it much thought let me think about it *pensive*

[yanderenightmare]

i love your hybrid au sm! the way you characterise each animal to suit not only it’s species, but the characters itself is so creative and nothing short of genius! so it got me thinking, how would you imagine the bnha characters as mythical creatures and monsters ??? ( eg. vampires, wendigos, harpies, werewolves ) etc.

Katsuki, Tomura, Hawks, Deku, Shoto, Dabi

TW: implied noncon, yandere, the supernatural?

gn reader

Shigaraki Tomura Ghost

You’ve moved into his old room, and though you furnish it a bit differently than he did when he was still alive, you’ve placed the bed in the exact same spot. It’s been all dust and dead moths up until now, it almost feels like he’s alive again as he sleeps next to your warm body.

It’s only small things in the beginning. Underwear that goes missing, unexplainable handprints on the foggy shower doors, your duvet on the floor even though you’ve never been one to kick it off in your sleep.

You’ve never been one to believe in the paranormal either, but something convinces you to search up the history of the house. You find out a boy had murdered his entire family here—parents, grandparents, his sister—and that the boy himself was never found.

Obviously, you shut your laptop with a bang and try and will it away from your mind. It happened years and years ago—whoever that boy was, he was long since dead. But the more it starts sinking in that you’re not alone, the more your belief feeds him—makes him feel real again, as though you’re slowly bringing him back to life.

Sometimes, you spot him in the mirror of your vanity, but when you twist around, there’s no one there. But you feel him—the gust of cold breath giving you goosebumps, the weight of hands and a chest pressing against yours at night, and the brush of coarse fingertips touching you in places—places that have you moaning his dead name.

Bakugou Katsuki Demonic spirit

He enjoys large houses—preferably something with a bit of history. But every now and again, some moronic humans decide it’s time to wreck the old and build something new—which means he’s often on the move.

He doesn’t mind living alone in his new house until you move in. He’s a little mad at you at first—he thinks you’re one of those wreckers, what with your renovations and whatnot—but then he understands that you’re preserving, not destroying. Apparently, the Gothic manor is your ancestral home built by one of your great-grandparents seven generations back in the 18th century—seems you were the only descendant who felt it was worthwhile to keep. 

He wouldn’t normally stay when someone else moved in—he’d often use his demonic means and scare them on their way. But with you, he settles for dwelling in the shadows, in the many dark rooms you haven’t found a use for yet. But when night comes, and you turn off the lights and go to bed, he can't help but end up in your room—watching you sleep, oh-so-peacefully and blissfully unaware of his presence. But he won’t do anything to you even though he could, even though you make it so easy—he’s grateful to you, his little housemate.

Your bedroom becomes awfully hot at night—you can’t explain it. Nor can you explain why the wind howling through the house sounds more like the groaning breaths of a beast. All you know is that your bed feels heavier than it should if you were the only one in it—and that you don’t dare twist around to see what it is sleeping next to you because whatever it might be, you don’t think it’s human.

You know it isn’t human. It’s too big to be, and its hands are too warm and too rough—and its claws too sharp where they rake into your skin and tuck you close to a chest that feels as though engulfs you. You don’t think it has a heart, only a stomach—and it sounds hungry.

You read up on sleep paralysis demons, and it brings you peace of mind, but only until night comes and you go to bed in wait. It’s the first time he talks to you. His laugh is like rusted clockwork, and his voice is like raked coals—hot and scratchy against your ear as he tells you how your human ways of rationalizing the things you don’t understand are cute and amusing.

Keigo Takami - Hawks Guardian Angel

Being a guardian angel has always been a fun hobby of his ever since the creation—he’s found it to be a nice break from all the other angelic duties he has bearing down his wings. Of course, it’s always sad when your human dies, but luckily, there’s always another one not far behind to steal your halo all over again.

You’re his most recent. He watches over you any minute he can spare, chuckling over all your silly human antics. And though he’s had plenty of humans before you in the long history of man and God, he can’t help but confess you’re his favorite so far. You’re just so cute with your big, adorable eyes and pretty smile.

He begins taking greater pride in his responsibility of being your guardian. He used to see it as but a menial little task he could take to when feeling up for a laugh, but something about you makes him want to watch over you every single second of every day.

And so he does—he has the feathers to spare, especially for something so important. But soon, simply watching over you doesn’t feel like enough anymore.

He knows it’s wrong—so very wrong—so much so he’s afraid he’ll be cast out if anyone were to find out. It’s not right for angels to feel amorous for humans—most would call it deviant and demonic. But he can’t help himself—watching you in your vulnerable state while you undress, bathe, and sleep.

Still, it doesn’t feel like enough.

Maybe he’ll come to visit you one of these days.

Midoriya Izuku - Deku Hybrid between fae and troll

He protects the forest and nurses all sick and wounded animals back to health, writing down the condition of trees and brushes in his notebook as he wanders for hours until he falls asleep in a moss bed beneath the stars. And though he knows his responsibility is purely to the forest, he can’t help but feel inclined to keep an eye on the little human who lives just beyond it. You’re just so cute with the way you walk the forest and sing songs you think no one hears—wearing your human clothing and living in your human abode behind walls and a door. He just finds it absolutely fascinating. 

Sometimes, you feel like there’s something following you when you walk about the forest next to your house. You’ll turn around to see a cluster of rocks and greenery you could have sworn weren’t there when you walked by—you look away before allowing yourself to think the pile looks an awfully lot similar to a larger human’s huddled form. But sometimes you hear it—the sound of stone scraping methodically, as though walking. You don’t humor the thought until you start finding his footprints outside your house, on the path to the forest—feet thrice the size of your own and sunken as though made by something very heavy.

Your legs go out from beneath you once you first see him—not like those times you’d turned around only for him to pretend to be part of the earth—this time, he’s pretending to be more like you, and it only makes it all that much worse. He’s bigger than a bear, grey-skinned with flecks that remind you of freckles and hair like fresh moss sprouts. His eyes are as green as the fox-fire fungi when night falls—glowing with nocturnal light. When you try to run, he follows suit, making the ground shake so bad it knocks you over. 

He carries you into the mountain where he lives and keeps you there from then on. After all, the part of him that’s fae has considered you his pet from the moment you took a bite of your first forest fruit. It was his gift to you whether you knew it or not, and now you’ll belong to him forever.

Todoroki Shoto Vampire

It’s an awfully boring world. Not much to do when you feel you’ve done it all twice over. The taste of blood has become stale no matter how many different types he drowns himself in at night. Sometimes, he humors the thought of setting his manor ablaze if only to watch the fire roar until the sun rears the top of the roof and finally puts him to eternal rest. But he’s been thinking about it for two or more centuries already, and he’s beginning to doubt his nerve.

Dead things can’t make vows, so he must go on as he decided to when he was still alive—that’s the curse—only another person can break it.

You seem doable enough when you stride into his manor with your little sharpened sticks and silver daggers. It’s been a while since a hunter has graced his presence. The scent of holy water makes him lick his fangs, and the nearly irresistible urge to drink you dry almost has him pouncing on you—but he knows it would be but a fleeting high unworth it in the end when he’d have to live another millennium without the warmth of the sun or another soul.

He drops down before you with grace. You have the tip of your silver dagger pointed up under his chin in the same second but get stunted by his pale porcelain face, showing no signs of aggression and rather riddled with a bleak sort of melancholy you’re not used to seeing on the godless creatures.

He simply stands there, straight-spined and high-headed, with his hands folded behind his back as though showing you respect—and then, unprompted and to your great surprise, asks if you would please make it quick and put him out of his misery.

Todoroki Touya - Dabi Hyrbid between incubi and vampire

He preys in nightclubs on those who have that mischievous glint in their eyes in dire hope their lust can match his. Every day, it’s a dozen new—he can never seem to find the right one—always starving and never sated no matter how much he gorges himself, always thirsting, always dying for more. 

Until you.

You’re but a dainty wallflower who doesn’t want to be there, but you have this scent about you—garden-fresh, like something he’s never smelled before, and his tongue yearns for a taste. He knows what it is once he gets closer to you—the opposite of sin of all things, it’s innocence, and oh, how he craves to devour it whole.

His silver tongue has had so much practice that using it on your gullible ears makes him all but drool, asking you if you’d like some fresh air. You nod your head, big eyes looking at him as though he were some sort of saint for offering. He laps it up—it’s all he can do to pace himself. But when he has you alone, it’s all over for you.

He’s going to corrupt every last piece of you until that once peachy keen taste of innocence has become an ever sweeter taste of syrupy sin. He’s going to make you exactly like him—and your tall fall from grace will leave you blasphemous and beautiful.

♡ BOKU NO HERO ACADEMIA masterlist

[dumbbitchenergy17]

Fallen Angel Part 8

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Words- 5.7K

Pairings: Izuku Midoriya x Takami!Reader, Hawks x Sister!Reader

Warnings: Violence/Battle, TARTARUS ESCAPEES ARC SPOILERS, murder, mass injuries (stab wounds, gunshots, broken bones), later chapters will have more triggering content. TW: MASSIVE GORE WARNING, assault on a minor (fighting)

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First Name: Y/n 

Last Name: Takami; L/n (Formerly)

Age: 16 

Quirk: Quirkless (Currently); Angel Wings (Formerly) (With wings that resemble an angel, she can use them to fly and fight, she can fly up to 200 mph the fastest she has ever gone is about 300 when racing Hawks. She can also use her wings as a shield against attack by slightly hardening the feathers, but if enough damage can fail on her. Unlike Hawks she can’t remove her feathers to fight so has incorporated a staff in her fight style; melee combat) 

Hero Name: Halo (Formerly) 

Villain Name: Nemesis (Currently) 

Affiliation: Student at U.A. (Formerly); Hero-in-Training (Under Commission) (Formerly); Devil’s Advocate (Formerly) 

Family: Brother: Keigo Takami aka Hawks, Father: Shinyo Takami, Mother: Unknown

BY CLICKING KEEP READING YOU UNDERSTAND THE TRIGGERING CONTENT THAT MIGHT BE AHEAD

Your vision clears and you see that you’re right outside an old building in what seems to be the middle of the forest. You cough out the rest of the black sludge on your hands and knees when you hear footsteps. Looking up, your blood runs cold looking at the two men in front of you. You have seen Shigaraki before during the battle at Jaku and it still sent shivers down your spine but looking at the Symbol of Evil, the most dangerous villain out there, All For One. His presence is menacing as he gazes down at you, as you are frozen in fear. 

“Nemesis, you have been quite the talk amongst us.” Though he lacks eyes, the upper half of his face all scarred over only showing his mouth he is still able to look exactly where you are. He steps forward, his hand reaching out towards you, “I’m sure you’ll comply but a lack of a quirk will make things easier.” You swing holding your staff, the blade releasing cutting clean through the fingers on his hand before he could touch you. You flip back, not wasting any time running off. 

“You bitch!” You hear Dabi yell out and you could hear him release a wave of flames you roll out of the way and sprint off into the woods. Shigaraki feels the itch to kill after seeing the girl attack his Master, he moves to step forward when a hand comes out in front of him. 

“No Shigaraki, let her run.” Shigaraki looks back at All For One confused as you attacked him and he was just supposed to let you go. His damaged hand heals the cut-off fingers leaving no trace of damage. “You are still too weak with All For One… Others will get her.” And once he said that a Nomu ran off into the forest after you. 

Dabi feels anger course through him as he watches you run, you were supposed to be weak, and easy to break, but here you were getting a hit on the greatest villain out there. A grin grows on his face. He hopes that Nomu kills you because if he gets you, you’re going to wish you died. 

Your heartbeat pounds through your ears as you run, nothing seems familiar as you just sprint, were you even in Japan anymore, whoever had that warping quirk easily could bring the villains from here to Japan or whatever. Scratches appear on your face as you push your way past low-hanging branches, you could just run in one direction it would lead you somewhere. You hear a roar that seems to shake the trees around you and you halt to a stop, a Nomu. 

You release both blades from your staff as you look at your surroundings. There is some sunlight from some openings in the trees lighting your area but everything is blurred together with the same trees and brush. You hear some crackling coming from your left and you turn to face it trying to hear anything else. You hear a loud rush of wind come past you before you feel the pain against your face. The claws of the Nomu slice across your face three large gashes along your left cheek almost touching your eye. You let out a cry swinging around your staff, feeling it dig along the side of the Nomu as it rushes towards you again. It is the Nomu that shares characteristics of a dog, its sharp teeth chomping out and you flip back avoiding the bite. It growls out rushing towards you and you dodge from its charge but its arm swings out hitting you in the chest sending you flying and your back hits a tree. You let out a cough of blood feeling something crack, it’s already right in front of you and you can’t dodge. 

Bringing your staff up before it could bite at your face the staff at the back of its jaw holding it back while keeping it from biting down completely. Its sharp teeth dig slightly into your left arm and the brace on your right arm protects it. You kick the Nomu in the gut sending it skidding back and you rush at it, the Nomu has a regeneration factor so the only attack that would work is destroying the head. You swing your staff out the blade digging slightly into its neck and you scream out as its claws drag along your open arm tearing it up into ribbons. You pull away the small neck wound the Nomu has healed. It lets out a roar and you feel a rush of adrenaline hit you. You rush towards it and your staff raised ready to strike. You both rush towards each other at lightning speed passing by each other, dust clouding up as you skid to a stop. You turn to see its head decapitated from above the lower jaw as its body falls to the ground, the head flies following suit. You rush to it holding your staff up letting out a cry slamming the blade through the brain pulling it out and slamming it back down, continuing until it's a bloody mess of brains. You see the body twitch before stopping the thing dead. 

You feel a cooling sensation rush through you as you stumble away from the destroyed head closing your staff, you killed it, you killed a Near High-End Nomu. You feel a burning sensation at your neck as you cough out a glob of blood. Bringing your hand against your neck you just feel warm blood as your hand goes slightly into your neck, a chunk missing. You feel light-headed pressing your hand against your neck trying to slow the rapid bleeding. Your hand is slippery with blood trying to keep pressure on your wound as you try to walk away, your vision spotting black as your legs get weak feeling cold all of a sudden. Your legs buckle under you and you slam against the ground, your staff falling out of your grasp as you lay on the ground blood pooling out your neck at an alarming rate. Get up Y/n...keep moving… You feel your breathing hitch with each inhale and exhale as blackness dots your vision. You can hear your heartbeat in your ears get slower and slower and the need to close your eyes gets stronger. Your vision darkens and your eyes close for the last time the beat of your heart stops. 

Dabi follows Shigaraki as they look for the Nomu and you. They heard loud roaring and now it was silent. It seems like a while of walking until the stench of death hits them. They enter a clearing first seeing the Nomu separated part of its body in one place while its head was in another place completely smashed and destroyed the organ and blood stains the dirt around it. 

“That stupid brat killed it,” Shigaraki growls out his hand scratching at the scars lining his neck. Dabi looks around his eyes, catching the girl on the ground. You lie on your stomach, your arm slightly reaching out towards your staff while your other lies by your side. He steps closer seeing a pool of blood surrounding your head. He uses his foot to flip you over onto your back and he takes a step back slightly from your appearance. Your eyes are glazed over slightly open staring off into nowhere, three large gashes come from the bridge of your nose to the bottom of your left cheek some blood already drying while some still runs down your face drenching some of your hair, and your throat is completely ripped open that he can see your trachea through the ripped muscles and fat as you bleed out from it, your left arm is cut into ribbons flesh barely hanging on. Your skin is pale as he looks down at you knowing there was nothing he could do to fix you, after everything you weren’t supposed to go like this, he said he would be the one to kill you, not some monster. He doesn’t feel upset that you're dead, just frustrated you were supposed to be his trophy after all of this, his reward for ruining your life and his family’s, his songbird. 

“Shame isn’t it Dabi? She would have been a good ally.” Shigaraki says, shoving his hands into his pockets before turning around and starting walking back. “Master will be mad that she killed a Nomu.” He says to his burned companion. Dabi takes one look at you, he liked your hair before and now you went and ruined it just like you ruined your future. 

“Yeah...Shame.” He says before turning around to follow Shigaraki. They both go to leave when they hear a gasp of air that makes them turn back. 

You feel like you're floating everything lightweight around you as you see ahead of you a door that glows a brilliant white. You go to step towards the door when you feel a burning sensation through you, you feel someone holding you back pulling you further and further away from the doorway. You feel a nauseating sensation as a ringing appears starting quietly before getting louder and louder until it is deafening and you squeeze your eyes shut to block out the noise and a bright light flashing in your vision. And then you feel a heartbeat. You let in a gasp of air, your eyes shooting open getting blinded by the light and closing them again. 

You push yourself up coughing feeling as if you were drowning but no water coming out, “What the hell…” You hear someone say and you look over and your blood runs cold seeing Dabi and Shigaraki staring at you in shock. They are shocked as they watch the wounds on your face and arm slowly disappear, not leaving a trace that you were injured. Your neck wound heals reverting to how it was before only leaving blood, you look exactly as you were before only covered in blood this time. You scramble back grabbing your staff ready to run when Shigaraki lifts his hand and black tendrils shoot from his fingers hitting you in your left shoulder, the side of your stomach, and your right thigh pinning you to a tree. 

You cry out in pain feeling them go straight through your body hitting the wood. Shigaraki and Dabi walk up to you as you struggle to remove the rivets from your body. You grasp one on your shoulder trying to pull it off and slice your palm open. You hiss in pain seeing the large cut across your palm but you're shocked as you watch as the cut comes together healing leaving nothing there but a bit of blood. What the hell is this? The rivets leave your body, you fall and Dabi grabs you by the throat, his hand glowing a slight blue and you can feel the heat coming off it. 

“How did you do it? Huh, you’re supposed to be dead.” He says his hand slightly choking you and you bring your hands up trying to push him back. A hand lands on Dabi's shoulder pulling him back and you let in a gasp of air clutching onto your throat. 

“We’ll have Master deal with whatever effect her quirk has.” He glances at you and you are still in shock by what you saw. The cut on your hand healed leaving nothing and what did Dabi say you were dead? No, you remember killing the Nomu before everything kinda blurred together, and then you couldn’t remember. Dabi sighs, stepping back before pulling his fist back slamming it against your temple and then everything goes dark. 

You woke up to your body being dropped onto the floor. You groan in pain, you slowly blink your eyes as your vision clears and you see you’re now inside a building. You push yourself up but are startled by the sound of chains rattling around your wrist. Looking down, your wrist is cuffed together connecting to a chain on the wall above you. You try to pull your wrist apart using your strength to break them but you feel no give to the metal. The door to the room opens, startling you and you push yourself further against the wall. You see someone walk inside and you see it’s Spinner. You glare at him as he comes over undoing the chain from the wall. As soon as you hear the click of the lock coming free you spin around kicking his knee in and you hear the sound of his knee breaking inwards. Spinner screams in pain and you book it towards the door once you're outside that room black rivets from All For One’s hand pierce into your shoulders pinning you to the wall. 

You squirm in place as he steps closer to his other reaching towards your face, “Quite a troublesome child.” His hand touches your face, red fog seeping into your skin as you feel a searing sensation through your body. Your screams pierce the room as you feel something gets removed from your soul. He releases you and you fall to the ground weak all over your body as you try to push yourself up to stand. You see behind All For One is Shigaraki and Dabi staring at you. 

“You may try to leave, child.” You stand on shaky legs and you take a step forward when someone comes from behind you a blade pierces through your back the end coming through your front. 

“That’s for your brother killing Twice.” You hear Toga’s voice. Looking at the blade it’s the same one from your weapon. You cough out blood falling onto your knees and Toga grabs the staff pulling the blade out from your back. Your hands press down on the wound on your chest, a sensation runs through you as you keep coughing out blood. The pain stops when you press where the wound was and feel nothing there. All For One, Shigaraki and Dabi look at you confused. You were still able to heal even after he took your quirk. 

“It was never your quirk giving you this power.” All For One says a grin growing on his face already thinking of everything he could do to you. Toga cries kicking you down and you turn onto your back as she jumps onto you with a knife in her hand. 

“Why won’t you die!” She stabs you multiple times in the chest, slashing your face and arms as you try to protect yourself. She gets more frantic seeing all your wounds heal in front of her eyes. 

Toga gets thrown off you by All For One, “That’s enough.” He says and Toga glares at him. “You may have the time to let out your frustrations but Ms. Takami has become useful to us.” The grin that grows on his face causes a fear, unlike anything you’ve experienced before. 

You were thrown back into the room you appeared in chained up against the wall. You don’t know how long you were in there. You would hear footsteps pass by the door would open and food would be thrown in rotten and old. There were times when Shigaraki would come in to test out how strong your regeneration was. Your screams rattled the room as he tested each of his quirks out of you, practically tearing you apart until you slowly put yourself together. You would never be visited by All For One which was a relief. Dabi would come by and if you weren’t weak you would scream every threat and insult at him cursing his death by your hands. He would just smirk at your comments and leave. Sleepless nights just staring at the door in case you had a late-night visitor to torment you more. Sometimes you weren’t lucky for a quiet night and your screams pierced the night. 

The sound of footsteps coming closer and the door opens and in walks Dabi and Toga which was first. Toga has a grin on her face as she can’t seem to hold her excitement while Dabi stands behind her. 

“How much are we gonna need?” He asks and Toga pulls out a needle from the belt around her waist. 

“Mr. All For One said as much as possible it's not like she’ll die from it.” Dabi frowns looking over at you, you're silent just glaring at the two. 

“Make sure she doesn’t pass out,” He gives her the green light and turns back to the door. 

“When I get out of this I’ll kill you!” You hiss at him and he pauses looking back at the glare you give him and he just smirks. 

“Toga…make sure it hurts.” The door slams behind him leaving you alone with a psycho. 

“I’m sooo excited! We’re going to have so much fun!” She claps her hands together. 

“You’re fucking crazy.” You spit and she pouts. 

“That’s not very nice!” She shouts, throwing a knife at your head and you dodge it. “Why aren’t you playing fair!” She screams, throwing knife after knife and you dodge most in your chained position but many hit you. The room is filled with her screams and yours as she uses you as a personal pincushion. You’re wheezing feeling one knife embedded into your chest hitting your lung, you can feel the burning sensation as it tries to heal but the metal from each knife blocks the wound from closing causing you more pain. 

She grabs one from your ribs, rips it out splattering blood on your face and hers, and replaces it with a needle and you watch as blood quickly flows out of your body into a container on Toga. 

“While we wait before I get all your yummy blood Mr. All For One has a special mission for you!” She squeals. 

“I’ll never follow you, villains..” You hiss feeling yourself get lightheaded. 

“But you’ll like it pinky promise.” Your body feels weak and everything gets slower and louder while also faster and quieter all at the same time disorienting you. “You’re so lucky that you have such good friends like Tsuyu and Ochaco and Izuku~” She sighs dreamily saying his name. 

“Keep his name out of your mouth.” You spit blood at her and she just grins grabbing your head that keeps dropping. 

“Oh but Izuku is such a pretty name to say! I can’t wait to see him soon, you’ll see them all soon enough.” 

“what..?” Dots begin to cloud your visions and you hear her voice say one last thing before it all goes dark. 

“You’re really going to blow their minds.” 

You’re back in the room, however, not chained to the ground, you stand up, walking around the water on the floor that doesn’t touch you, parting away from you with every step you take. 

“You’re back.” You turn to the voice seeing the woman with white hair again staring at you. 

“Who are you?” You ask and she doesn’t respond just staring at you. “Well, you’re someone important if you're in my mind. What here to tell me I failed again? I know!” You yell and she still stays silent. “Just tell me what to do! Please!” You cry falling on your knees, the water now touching you and wetting your clothes. “I just want everything to go back to normal! I want Keigo back! I wanna go back to U.A. again! I wanna see my friends again! I want Midoriya back! Please just help me!” You cry tears streaming down your face as you cry into your hands. You hear footsteps and a hand resting on your head stroking your hair. 

“Don’t cry my child…your demons are a manifestation of your guilt. Slay the guilt to free yourself.” Her voice is calm and warm but what she said made no sense. My guilt? You weren’t guilty of anything, none of this was your fault. A painful sensation runs through your chest and you feel yourself start to sink into the water. 

“Please give me something else! What does it mean!” Your cries are unheard as you sink into the dark abyss. 

You blink your eyes open wincing when you see the sunlight. Wait…sunlight? Opening your eyes you're shocked to see you’re outside but not in the forest in the city. Pushing yourself up, you’re in the middle of a highway feeling deja vu in a sense of the location. Seeing police tape closing off this section and that’s when it hits you. You’re back at the highway where you were attacked by Nomus and Dabi. 

“Takami.” A chilling voice makes you freeze and you turn to see All For One behind you. You push yourself up onto your feet stumbling from fatigue and the pain of using your legs for the first time in who knows how long. 

“Warn the heroes hiding in U.A. behind their wall. I will come and take my power back from him. The end of heroes is upon us,” He pulls your staff from a portal of black ooze throwing it at you and you fumble to catch it. “And a warning for you, Touya is not pleased by your disappearance, I have not told them I have let you go. The fire that runs through him will incinerate you. Now RUN!!” You don’t have to be told twice and you book it far away from where he stands. Your weak body heaves as you run, you have to get to U.A. and warn them. He never told you when he would be arriving. It could be today or a month from now. 

You don’t even realize where you’re running to at the very moment running straight into a large group of police evacuating civilians. You see someone look right at you, recognition appearing on their face before they scream out ‘Villain!’ and chaos ensues. The crowd goes wild, almost a stampede to get away from you. Some police officers see you and open fire at you causing more panic. They shoot into an open crowd, and you dart away running away from the crowd and giving the police clear shots at you. The firing of bullets ricochets off your brace, some grazing your body but you keep running. The large wide police chase follows as you run through the streets of Japan seeing familiar landmarks that tell you that U.A. is close. 

“Nemesis stand down this instance!” The megaphone from the cop cars blares as you keep running. Up in the distance, you see the large wall of U.A. the entrance coming into view. An alarm pierces through the air and you see ahead the wall begin closing and you see the gateway closing. Running as fast as you can, the doors sliding down to close. You throw your staff ahead of you and you slide right under the gateway and the cop car's sirens are loud on the other side of the wall. Pushing yourself up you turn to see you are immediately surrounded by Pro Heroes behind them are students protecting civilians thinking it’s an attack. 

“Don’t move Nemesis! You’re completely surrounded!” You slowly put your hands up and they get ready to attack. “I said don’t move!” They yell. 

“I’m not here to hurt anyone!” You yell out and you see Pro Heroes you looked up to not believing you. “I’ve been told to give a message to all the heroes!” You yell. 

“Why should we believe you, you’re nothing but a criminal!” Someone yells out. 

“She could be that transforming villain!” Voices all cry out their fears. 

“All For One is coming!” You cry out and silence from heroes and civilians follow, “He says to the heroes that hide behind this wall that he is coming! He is coming to take back his power and the end of heroes will come!” Your message is said and you see many heroes are on two sides, whether to believe the message you told them or think this is a trick. The wall of heroes breaks apart and someone you never thought you would see again comes forward. Keigo’s face is calm as he steps closer to you and you both just stare at each other. 

“When’s my birthday?” 

“December 23.” 

“What’s my favorite color?” 

“Red like your wings.” 

“What’s my favorite food?” 

“You tell the public it’s Yakitori from the place a block from the home, but it’s the pork bun you got me the first day I met you.” It’s silent between you two as he just stares at you. You both are so different having changed so much from your time in U.A. and the time you were gone. 

“Why did you leave me?” He says. You are silent just looking at him, the person you saw once as a mentor now as your brother. 

“I thought I could get rid of him as revenge when it was my guilt wanting to avenge those I killed.” This whole time your anger and fear weren’t because of what he did to you, that was a life you knew you were going to experience but those people, those children they didn’t deserve this life. 

“You didn’t kill them.” He says and holds his hand out. “Come home…” You look at the hand that is the light in the darkness, the hand that guides you out from the nightmares back to light. Your home. You grab his hand and he instantly pulls you into a hug and squeezes the life out of you. “Never do that again.” He says his head resting on the top of yours as you clutch his coat, your face in his neck. 

“I’m so sorry.” A sharp pain runs through you and you fall to your knees. 

“What’s wrong Y/n talk to me!” 

As if voices echo in your head “The soul is far too fickle.” “You’re really going to blow their minds.” Pushing yourself away you fall to the ground clutching your chest in pain. 

“G-get away from me!” You cry out feeling a burning sensation filling you up. 

“What? What’s wrong with you!” He cries out and his eyes widen seeing cracks appearing on your face. 

“R-run Keigo!” You cry out and the pain inside you comes outward.  A large explosion causes panic as they see Hawks goes flying but is caught by Mirko and they go skidding on the floor. With him so close he has burns on him and he’s unconscious. Mirko looks back at the chaos, seeing part of the wall destroyed and a body on the ground. All For One planned all this letting you free to be used as a suicide bomber to destroy part of their defenses and damage a pro hero in the process. 

“WE NEED A MEDIC! SOMEONE GET RECOVERY GIRL!” Endeavor calls out him and Best Jeanist by your body that is heavily damaged. Endeavor feels sick getting flashbacks to Lady Nagant, All For One was making even children into these bombs. A person darts out past the heroes before they can’t stop them. 

“Please save her! She is my hero!” A little girl cries out clutching a doll in her hand. Endeavor is hit with a faint memory, you saved this child during your work-study, and even as a student you made enough of an impact on this child that even with the crimes you committed the goodness of others shines through. 

The child is scooped up and she turns looking up seeing it was the hero everyone was protecting, Deku. Midoriya is silent watching the events in front of him, she’s right there. She was supposed to be safe. He turns away walking back to the crowd returning the child to her mother and joining his classmates as they all watch the event unfold around them. All For One is going to pay for this. 

You sat next to Midoriya during lunch as you laughed along at the bad joke Iida tried to tell. You sigh, a light and airy feeling as you look at Midoriya who sees you looking at you and turns and gives you a big smile. 

“Hey Y/n are you excited for after lunch, you’ve been talking about it all morning?” 

You look over at Uraraka and tilt your head, “Sorry what are you talking about?” 

The whole table laughs at your confusion, “Real funny Y/n, your visit with your parents today. You literally haven’t shut up about it.” She says and you frown. 

“Uraraka that isn’t funny, you know I don’t know my parents..” 

Iida laughs, “Alright Y/n you can stop joking around, your parents are right there.” He points over and you look over freezing seeing the woman with white hair and your father; wanted criminal Shinyo Takami. 

“That’s not right, the commission never told me about them.” You say confused none of this made sense. 

“The commission, now you’ve really gone crazy. The commission is only for the elite.” Uraraka says and everyone at the table laughs again but it seems controlled and fake. 

You stand up from the table and they all look at you, “No I’m a part of the commission, Hawks trains me to become a hero. You know during work studies.” 

You say and Midoriya frowns, “Y/n I know you miss him but you have to let go.” 

You step away from the table looking at your friends, “Let go of what, none of you are listening to me!” 

“Y/n. Hawks has been dead for a few years now; he died in the accident.” No this isn’t right none of this makes sense. 

“No...no...we all go off to our work studies, then the war happens. You and I leave U.A. and I become Nemesis.” You say pointing at Midoriya. They all get quiet when you say ‘Nemesis’. 

“Don’t joke around about being that vile villain.” Iida spits out, a glare on his face, and everyone nods in agreement each leaving their insults. 

“No I am Nemesis, I worked with my father; The Devil’s Advocate. Then we fought and I got arrested, the League kidnapped me then…” You begin to draw a blank after that, your words feeling heavy when trying to think past that. 

“Then what Y/n? I think you didn’t get a good night of sleep right guys.” Midoriya says, grabbing your hand and guiding you back down to sit next to him. 

“Yeah..you’re probably right.” You sit down, the airy feeling returning. 

“Just relax, you’re just tired. How about you take a nap real quick, you’ll feel much better.” Midoriya says as he guides your head to rest on his shoulder and all your friends encourage you to close your eyes. 

“Just…a quick…nap” You yawn, feeling yourself slowly drift. 

“Just sleep...” His voice is soothing lulling you to peace. 

“YOU’RE DYING!” A voice yells and you shoot awake, seeing yourself back in Jaku, the ruins of the destroyed hospital around you, and the sound of fighting all around you. 

“What?” You look down, seeing yourself back in your old hero costume and your quirk with you. It is a bit weird feeling the weight on your back and seeing them. An arm grabs you, pulling your attention away. 

“You're finally listening Dumbass!” Bakugo yells in your face. “You’re an idiot, that nutsack villain made you into a bomb and you’re dying, got it!” He says before sending an explosion at a villain trying to attack the two of you. 

“But I was just with Midoriya and everything was okay.” You point to seeing that he’s gone. 

“Yeah well, that’s a fucking lie. So you need to wake the fuck up so you can help us!” He growls annoyed even as you’re dying he still is an asshole. 

“How do I do that?” 

“You think I know I’m part of your fucking mind, so figure it out yourself!” He says before running off the fight against more villains. You follow after him as if that was what you need to do. After running you find yourself in the fight club. 

“It would be quite pathetic if you die.” You turn seeing your father in front of you, you're still in your Hero costume. 

“Well wanna lead me in the direction of living.” You spat and he smirks. 

“What a spitfire child I have.” He snaps his fingers and the floor underneath you disappears and you land on the balcony at Gung Villa. 

“Songbird~” You whip around to see Dabi. The insane grin on his face as his white hair blows in the breeze. “So how are you going to fight me, as a hero or a villain?” In front of you is your staff as Halo and also your staff as Nemesis. 

Halo was too gentle and cost her quirk and heart. Nemesis was violent and cost her friendships and her dreams. But as Nemesis you could kill him, you can end all your trauma and nightmares here and now. You reach from Nemesis but pause, Dabi while he is real isn’t the source of all this. Your guilt is the cause. Your hand falls away from both stepping back. 

“I don’t need to be a hero or villain to stop myself,” Dabi smirks before melting away, and there’s a copy of you standing but it’s you as a child. You clutch the Hawks doll between your hands, your wings encircle your body to shield you from the world. You slowly crouch down stretching out your hand, and you see your younger self’s wings pull back slightly so you can see. 

“I’m sorry, I never wanted you to deal with this.” Younger you’s eyes peers up at you seeing you back to what you look like your ruined burnt clothing, messy hair that hasn’t been washed in forever, scars lining your face, and body, and no wings. You two are completely different people but still hold the same heart. Slowly she reaches her hand out and grabs yours, a small smile on your face. 

“It’s okay.” The world around you falls away leaving you and your younger self together. 

“I’ll fix this.” You promise yourself and she nods, squeezing your hand. 

“You’re a hero…of course, you can.” The urge to open your eyes takes over and you slowly blink your eyes open.

[nights-legacy]

Hi there! I was wondering if I could request something for bakugo, shinso, hawks, and dabi? My grandmother just passed recently and they are my comfort characters. I was just wondering if you could write headcanons or a little Drabble for each of them and how they would comfort their s/o (y/n) after a loved one passed? Can be sad/fluff or just fluff! If not that’s totally fine! Thank you!

I am so sorry to hear that! I know how hard it is to lose someone dear to you. I hope this helps you.❤❤❤

Comfort for Loss Headcanon

They find out that you lost a loved one and come to comfort you in their own unique ways.

Featuring: Bakugo Katsuki, Shinso Hitoshi, Hawks, & Dabi

Warnings: mentions of passing of Loved ones but no in depth detail, very fluffy

Bakugo- 3rd POV

Bakugo was only a little confused when he didn't see Y/N at breakfast. Though, he didn't think much of it because sometimes they just come down for breakfast sometimes. He grew more confused when they never showed up for first class.

"Where are they?" He muttered to himself.

"What was that Kacchan?" Midoriya asked. Bakugo tensed before snapping.

"None of your fucking business, Deku!" Midoriya jumped but his eyes darted to the empty desk. He smiled in understanding. 

By the time lunch rolled around Bakugo was growing worried. Especially when you didn't answer his texts. He cut out of lunch early to go talk to Aizawa. He told Bakugo that they were at home, they had just lost their Aunt. Before Bakugo could even ask, Aizawa handed him a pass and said he was excused from afternoon training.

"Thank you!" He ran to his room to change and grab a few things and he was out the gates. He nearly ran the entire way there except the train ride obviously. He knocked so hard he felt like he was trying to knock it down.

"Can I help... Oh, Bakugo." Y/N's mother answered the door. Her eyes were red and there were dark circles under her eyes. She gave ham a smile and stepped aside. "They're in their room."

He bowed slightly, kicked off his shoes, and darted towards the room. He composed himself outside the door before knocking. As he waited for a reply it finally hit him. What's he going to do? He's terrible at the comfort thing. He's a hard ass, not known for being sweet. He had run here without a second thought but now that he's here...

"Come in." Their soft voice called out. His heat clenched at how down they sounded. He opened the door and immediately saw that the lights were off except the Aurora Borealis light he had gotten them.

"Baby?" He found them curled up on their bed.

"Suki?" They sat up and searched for him. Bakugo gave them a smile he reserved only for them.

Y/N's POV

"Suki?" I found him standing at the door. I saw the soft smile and reached out for him. He set his bag down and immediately joined me on the bed. I started sobbing again as soon as he touched me.

"Shh. Come here." He laid down and pulled me into his arms. I latched onto his shirt and he held me tight. He let me cry into his chest with no complaint. I heard him go to say something every now and again but went quiet again.

"Suki... " I sat up and so did he. He grabbed the box of tissues. He hummed in question, gently urging me to continue. "How did you know?"

"The caterpillar." He said and I chuckled. "I grew majorly worried by lunch time, especially Since someone..." He poked my stomach, causing me to giggle. "Wouldn't answer me."

"Sorry. I just couldn't..." I choked on a sob. He shushed me while brushing the damp Strands of hair from my face. He kissed my forehead before pulling me to Straddle his lap. I set my head on his shoulder.

"I'm not the best at comforting or with words in general, you know that, but... I'll do what I can, I guess. I know it's going to be hard for a long time but I'll be here when you need me" He told me, sounding a little embarrassed. "I know she meant a lot to you. I remember you talking about her non-stop sometimes."

"Yeah." I cuddled into him more before pulling back. I watched as the lights danced across his face and hair. I reached up and ran my hands through the soft spikes. "You being here now with me is comfort enough, Katsuki. Word deficit and all."

"Hey!" He glared at me before pouting a bit. He threw a tissue in my face and leant back into the pillows with his arms crossed. I giggled and he wouldn't look at me. I cleaned myself up before turning my attention back to Katsuki. I smiled at the pouting boy. Him being here made me happy but my heart still ached.

"Thank you." I said before lowering myself to lay on his chest. I tucked my head under his chin and listened for his heartbeat.

"Welcome my love." He whispers into my hair. He kissed my head and wrapped his arms around me. His heartbeat and the soothing ministrations on my back lulled me to sleep.

Shinsou: 3rd POV

It was a normal afternoon in the Class A dorms. Shinso was working on some homework in the common room while Kaminari was failing at distracting him. He was listening to the blonde but still focused on his work. Shinsou rolled his eyes at a complaint from the blonde about his busted lip when a loud cry of his name made him jump.

"Toshi!" He whipped around and saw Y/N standing just inside the door with tears rolling down their face. He shoved his books off his lap and ran over to them.

"What's wrong? What happened?" He cupped their face.

"My cou... my cous..." Y/N tried to get out but only sobbed harder. They collapsed into Shinso's chest. He quickly held them tight.

"Shinso?" He looked at a concerned Kaminari but he shook his head. Shinso looked around and saw all the confused and concerned stares.

"Come on. I'm going to pick You up." Shinso whispered before dropping one arm to pick them up bridal style. Y/N curled into his chest, hiding their face in his hoodie. He quickly made his way to his room.

"They're gone!" Y/N yelled suddenly. Shinso had just entered his room and looked at them in worry.

"What do you mean darling?" Shinso asked as he set them down on the bed. He knelt in front of them. Y/N tried to say something but sobs choked them. "Hey, take your time. Breathe." They nodded and tried to calm down. They tugged on Shinso's hoodie. He took it off and pulled it on over their head.

"My cousin... he's gone." Y/N finally said after a few minutes.

Y/N's POV

"My Cousin... he's gone." I said while burying myself in Toshi's hoodie, his scent soothing me slightly. I felt Toshi cup my cheek. I opencal my eyes and saw his worried and slightly scared eyes.

"Your cousin? Which one, darling? And what do you mean by gone?" He asked. From the tone of voice, he already knew what I meant by gone.

"Kousei." (Name meaning-light, living) I stuttered. "He was out with some of his friends and a villain attacked the area. He was helping a little girl get away when, when...AH!" I started sobbing.

"Shit, baby." I felt him crawl up next to me and pulled me into his chest. He pulled us onto the bed farther and pulled the hood up over my head before beginning to rock me. "Let it out baby."

"It's not fair!" I screamed into his chest. I was crying loud enough that I was sure the whole dorm could hear. I clutched his shirt and he made no move to stop me. "He was just trying to help... It's not fair." I said softly after a while of crying.

"No it's not." He said with his tone matching mine. He pulled me forward and cupped my face. "I'm so sorry. I know how close he was to you. Shit, you two were attacked at the hip when you were together."

"Yeah, partners in 'crime' we were." I gave a watery chuckle. He smiled softly. I fiddled with the hem of his shirt, calming down and going numb.

"Hey..." I looked up at him for a few seconds. "It's not fair but there's nothing we can do. I hate saying it but it's true. I don't want you thinking of everything you've could have done when you know there was nothing you actually could do. You'll get yourself sick doing that."

"Ha. You're right."

"I also don't want you putting up a front saying you are fine. That's not any better."

"I wouldn't do..." He cut me off with a look. "Okay. It's not going to be easy. I, I, I can't..." I started to choke up again.

"Hey. Sh, sh, sh..." He pulled me in again, tucking my head in his neck. "I know and I'll be here as much as you need me. I'm not going to let you do this alone. Never in a million years."

"Thank you." I whispered as more tears trailed down my cheeks. It was silent for a while with him just rubbing circles into my back and playing with my hair. "And thank you... for not saying it's going to be alright."

"I know it's not and it's not going to be for a long time. I wouldn't lie to you like that." I smiled and wiped my cheeks.

"Love you Toshi."

"I love you too, Y/N." 

Hawks: 

Hawks was just wrapping up some paperwork late into the evening when Y/N's father called him. He told the hero of the unfortunate loss of Y/N's grandmother. He was also getting worried because he hadn't heard from Y/N since they found out.

"Damn. I'm so sorry." He set down his pen. He couldn't imagine what they're going through. Hawks also had on idea where Y/N was. "I have an idea of where they're at and I'll let you know when I find them. Thank you for letting me know." He pushed himself away from his desk without a second thought.

When Y/N gets really upset there is a place they retreat too. He flew out after letting one of his sidekicks on duty know he was leaving. He didn't rush there but wasn't wasting any time. He got to the highrise and looked up towards the roof and sighed.

He slowly ascended the side of the building before reaching the top. There sat Y/N curled in a ball on top of a utility box, looking out over the city. He just watched them for a moment. After a few minutes they sensed him there because they looked up. Looking around for a minute before turning and found him. He just hovered there and opened his arms for them.

"Keigo." They whimpered as they got up and walked over. With a strong grip on their waist, Hawks pulled them into his arms.

"Mmm." The familiar sound of flapping wings eased them immediately. Their back relaxed and they wrapped their legs around his waist.

"I got you." He hummed into their ear as he hovered. When they started to cry ever harder, he made their way home.

Y/N's POV

I silently cried as Keigo glided through the air. I wasn't watching where we were going from where I had my face buried but I figured we were heading home. It was a silent flight that only lasted about 10 minutes or so. I felt him land and the familiar scent of our apartment.

"We're home." He said softly. I nodded. He walked through the living room and set me down on a soft surface. He straightened up and began to step away.

"No." I gripped his wrist.

"I'll be right back. I promise." I reluctantly let him go. He disappeared into the kitchen. I finally looked and saw I was in our window side nest. I cuddled down and buried myself in the blankets. Having a bird boyfriend has its perks sometimes. "I'm back. Here."

"Huh?" I unburied my head from the blankets and saw a water bottle. I took it and he sat down next to me. He moved in close to be flush against me and wrapped his wings around us.

"Please drink." He said. I did so numbly. He rubbed circles into my hips and hooked his chin over my shoulder. 

Up until now I had been numb but the emotions bubbled up and over. I started crying uncontrollably. I began to heave as I cried harder and harder, gripping his wing tightly. Keigo held me tight through all of it. He didn't say anything but he didn't need too.

"Breathe, baby. You need to breathe." He urged after I started choking on my sobs. I turned over and cuddled into him. I felt him stretch his arm and grab something. "Drink. Please."

"Okay." He held the bottle to my lips. I took a couple sips until he was satisfied. He set aside the bottle and set his forehead against mine. A clap of thunder spooked us and rain began to beat against the glass. "Ironic."

"Hey..." I opened my eyes to look at him. "I know it's hard but she's not in pain anymore."

"You're right." She had been in and out of the hospital for years and was in constant pain. We all knew this was going to happen but it didn't make it any easier.

"I'm not trying to make it seem like it's any less important or devastating!" He said hurriedly. I smiled.

"I know Keigo, don't worry." I kissed his nose. I looked over and watched the rain run in tracks. "You know she loved the rain. So this is like telling me she is okay now."

"Come here." He cuddled me. I smiled through the tears. "Your dad is worried, baby. You should give him a call."

"Thank You. I will." I smiled. "Can we... Um... can we just stay here for a while."

"Of course." 

Dabi:

3rd POV

Since Y/N wasn't a part of the League, they didn't always show up. But usually they checked in with Dabi or came to see him for even a little bit. So when they went with no contact for over a week, Dabi grew confused. He tried calling and texting but got no answer.

"This is bull." He muttered at another unanswered call. He stood up from the ally floor and started the trek towards their apartment as a drizzle started around him.

Noone gave him a second glance due to not being in his signature coat. He was in a hoodie that Y/N had given him. He trotted up the stairs of their apartment building. He made it to the fourth floor without running into any neighbors. Just as he knocked on their door a neighbor stepped out. 

"Oh! Are they not answering?" He shrugged, Keeping his face hidden in his hood. "They just lost their mother and have been held up in there ever since."

"Okay." He muttered as they walked away. He knocked again but got no answer again. He groaned and reached for the spare key. He walked in unannounced.

"Y/N!" He yelled as he kicked off his boots.

"Eep!" He heard something hit the floor. He walked down the short hall to be met with the sight of Y/N furiously wiping their face. "Dabi! I wasn't expecting you."

"I know. If you would answer the phone, you would have." He watched as they tried to make it look like they Weren't crying.

"Yeah. Sorry. It's in the other room. Didn't hear it. So did you need patching up or something?" They looked Dabi over.

"No." He saw them nod and continued to act like nothing was wrong.

"Oh, okay. Do you want something to eat?" They walked around the couch towards him. "Oh, you're wet. I'll get you some dry clothes."

"Y/N..." He grabbed their arm. They looked at him through their eyelashes. "What's wrong?" He looked at them expectantly.

"Nothings wrong." They said, pulling away. They walked into the bedroom. He sighed pulling off the hoodie. They walked back in with a fresh set of clothes. They set them down and went towards the kitchen.

"Y/N." He said sternly. They froze in place. They sighed and walked up behind them, hugging them from behind. They began to shake.

Y/N's POV

I looked down at the floor as his arms wrapped around me. I could feel myself start to shake as he nuzzled the back off my neck and kissed it. More tears forced their way up and out. I gripped a hand over my mouth to try and keep the sounds in.

"Your neighbor told me what happened." His raspy voice sent shivers down my neck.

"Fucking Stacy." I muttered under my breath and he chucked.

"Why did you try to hide it?" He asked.

"I didn't want to seem needy. Plus, I figured you wouldn't care." I admitted. I heard a heavy sigh.

"Couch." He said, simply. I looked over my shoulder at him. "Come on." He urged, impatiently. I followed him to the couch. He sat next to the arm and pulled me down to be against his side. "You're right. I normally wouldn't care."

"I know." I hid my face in the shirt I just now realized he put on. He grabbed my chin and lifted my head.

"But it's different because it's you, dummy." My eyes widened at the admission. "I may be a hard ass that doesn't care about anything that doesn't concern me but you are a concern of mine. If you are hurting, I don't want you to hide it from me." I stared at him in shock before he pushed my head into his chest.

"But I feel stupid. We weren't close and I hadn't talked to her in years. I feel like I have no right to feel this way."

"She's the one that cut things between you two. You have every right to feel this way. You still cared for and loved her even though you were estranged." He said gruffly. "You lost somebody you loved. You have the right to mourn."

"Thank you Dabi." I said. He was comforting me in his own way but it helped nonetheless. I rested against him, lolled into relaxation by his body heat. "Is there anyone you would mourn for? Beside me?"

"Hmm." He was quiet for a minute. "Yeah. There's a few that would be hard to lose. But they already think I'm dead, so... I couldn't do much more than mourn." I saw a flash of pain & longing go by so fast I thought I imagined it. Deciding not to mention it, I nodded my head in understanding. "Now, stop repressing it."

"Oh, I, I..." As if a switch flipped, I started bawling. I was surprised that Dabi let me cry into his shirt but was happy as well. I was sure he would have pushed me away and told me to get over it. 

The rest of the night was spent in mostly silence but neither of us minded. I wasn't very hungry but he made sure I ate. He silently and subtly comforted me as the night went on helping to slightly aleve the ache of loss. I fell asleep to the sound of his heartbeat and quiet sounds from the TV in the background.

Tag list: @spicy-therapist-mom @dxnaii-rxse @iris-shihabi @charliesdaze

[kirishimas-manly-eyeliner]

➶ WHAT MAKES THE MHA BOYS BREAK (PT. 1)

pairings: mezo shoji, tokoyami fumikage, hanta sero, izuku midoriya, shoto todoroki, eijiro kirishima, denki kaminari, hitoshi shinsou

warnings: reverse comfort, may or may not have cried a lil’ while writing this. this one hurt a lot but it’s so sweet and fluffy, enjoy luvs!! also lol you could see my favoritism for kirishima

part two with bakugo, iida, ojiro, tamaki, mirio, hawks, dabi, shigaraki, and aizawa is here!

WHEN YOU CALL THEM BEAUTIFUL: MEZO SHOJI, TOKOYAMI FUMIKAGE, HANTA SERO

MEZO SHOJI 

(HE’S SO UNDERRATED LIKE PLS Y’ALL 😩)

he starts panicking as soon as you ask him to take off his mask

at first, he declines right away before turning his face around so you couldn’t touch the fabric

“mezo, i promise. i won’t hurt you, or judge you i just- i want you to trust me, is that alright with you?” you said gently. “but if you don’t want to, don’t worry about it, ‘kay?”

could he really trust you? or would you leave when he found out he wasn’t a normal person with a normal smile, that he was a monster, that was someone who looked different, what would you do?

but if you didn’t love him for who he really was, then... what was the point, right?

shoji let out a trembled sighed in defeat as his dupli-arms took the mask off. he looked down in shame, eyes shut so he couldn’t see your reaction

but your reaction was... completely unexpected

"You're beautiful!!! Why didn't you tell me that you looked so lovely all this time baby??" 

did he just hear you correctly?

did you just-- call him beautiful?

and in that moment, in those small moments, you can see his geniune smile.

his real smile beneath the mask, as his eyes shine for the first time with sincere, and earnest love and thanks

pls keep him 🥺

TOKOYAMI FUMIKAGE

the moment he hear the words "you're beautiful" come out of your mouth, he couldn't stop thinking about it for days. 

and i mean days as in multiple days, so probably weeks

and he’ll probably think about it for the rest of his life

because when he looked at himself, he thought: what about him was beautiful? 

he didn't have human-like features like everyone else, he didn't have those big muscles and a nice body, because-- well, he had a bird head!

A LITERAL BIRD HEAD, so why on earth did you: you who had human features, you who was so nice to everyone, and you who could have gone for so many other people call him beautiful?

he didn’t have that charisma and extroverted personality like some others did, and he kept to himself 

why did you think he was beautiful? how?

but you were the one who said it. you were the one who reminded him, you were the one who gave him hope

and he knew that you were always straightforward with the truth-- and this was a truth, too

and to him, that was the most beautiful thing.

HANTA SERO

this amazing bby doesn’t get enough recognition

but for a good part of his life, he’d been surrounded by people with amazing quirks, levels of strength, and amazing appearances.

he was literally friends with bakugo fricking katsuki, and he was in the same class as shoto todoroki

when he first met you, he had to convince himself for days that there was no way that he could ever catch your eye,

until he did.

when you two met after a long day of training and you told him a joke, his eyes sparkled and he laughed, genuinely

before you knew it, you blurted out the words, “you’re beautiful” before realizing what you’d said and flushing

lol sero chokes on his water

“...did you really mean that?” 

“i- yeah, sorry, i didn’t-”

“no, uh, thank you. thank you so much.”

for the next few days, he stays up at night and keeps on training because he thinks of the time you called him, who constantly felt like he wasn’t enough, beautiful

and that was more than enough to make him smile. 🥺💕

WHEN YOU KISS THEIR SCARS: IZUKU MIDORIYA, SHOTO TODOROKI

IZUKU MIDORIYA

he immediately starts tearing up when you kiss them

most people probably expect him to get flushed with something so intimate, but it’s the opposite

his scars are just something that’s so meaningful to him because it’s evidence of what he’s been through

but at the same time, he’s also insecure about them because he feels like he disappointed his mom by getting hurt so often 🥺

when you kiss his scars and tell them that they’re beautiful, he starts tearing up because-- wow

this is the moment that he’ll remember until the day he dies, because it’s when he feels free to finally open up to you

it’s when he feels free to open up to anyone, for that matter, and a huge weight just gets lifted off his chest

you took his hands and kissed his knuckles before pressing your forehead to his

izuku begins to cry, just a little bit as you gingerly kiss his scars again

“you see? you’re safe. you’re safe with me, okay?”

he nods slowly. “th-thank you.”

SHOTO TODOROKI

you two were walking back to the dorms after training out on the field together

it wasn’t too late a night, just a few minutes before curfew

your hands were buried in your pockets as you two talked about your day and what you could improve on in training

“shoto, can i ask you a question?”

he thought you were mad at him for a moment 😳

“sure.”

you swallowed, as you took a breath, “can i touch your scar?”

he whips his head around, out of shock and confusion

you wanted to touch his scar?

shoto had never planned on anything like that happening to him, and especially not from someone who meant so much to him

“...i suppose so,”

you hid your anxiousness and swallowed, cupping his face in your hands as your hand brushed across his scar

a jolt went through your fingers at that moment, and it was the first time you’d ever felt so connected to someone

shoto todoroki, the prodigy and son of endeavor was letting you touch his scar

to your surprise, shoto melted into it as he closed his eyes, placing his hand gently on top of yours 

you could feel his hands shaking though his expressions were so relaxed

you kissed the side of his scar, running a hand through his hair

“i’m so lucky to have you.”

WHEN YOU COMPLIMENT HIS QUIRK: EIJIRO KIRISHIMA, DENKI KAMINARI, HITOSHI SHINSOU 

EIJIRO KIRISHIMA

eijiro cursed as he slammed his head against the wall for the hundredth time that day

he hated to admit it, but ever since the sports festival, everything had just been falling apart

for starters, he was already insecure enough on his own about his quirk

it seemed like everyone had something flashy and made them look invincible, while he was stuck with something that could only follow around his body and cracked if he used it too much

and that... that made him upset

but when the sports festival came around, not only did he see everyone with amazing quirks and using them to their full potential, tetsutetsu had nearly the same quirk as him

and to make matters worse, they had tied and had to settle it with a fist fight

“why?” he asked to himself, looking down at the floor. “why couldn’t i- why couldn’t i have been born with a flashier quirk?”

great, now he was crying.

at least no one else was around to see him this weak-

“kirishima?”

oh shit.

he turned around, his bloodshot eyes locking with yours. “h-hey,” eijiro said weakly 

“what are you- what are you doing here-?” you noticed the way his body trembled when he took a breath and blood trickling from his forehead. “hey, are you okay?” you said.

eijiro sincerely had no idea what to say. “my quirk,” he looked down at his hands. 

you cocked your head. “what about it? i think it’s pretty neat!”

kirishima looked up. “really?”

“mhm!” you nodded enthusiastically. “it can be the strongest barrier, or the most powerful weapon! i think it’s cool that your body can just become a shield out of nowhere, it’s like-- it’s like you’re a shield, ya know? sure, todoroki might have his ice, but that makes damage and takes time to clean up, like midoriya’s punches or bakugo’s explosions. but your quirk is its own little thing! and i think that’s pretty neat.”

kirishima beamed. huh, maybe so. 

DENKI KAMINARI

“good job, bakugo!” 

“haha, nice job on that one, kirishima.”

“your quirk is so cool, todoroki! i love how the ice just went striaght through the roof!”

“nice jumping, deku! your punches are amazing.”

but i...

i was the one who helped the power come back, i was the one who literally fried my brain, i was the one who did all of that, and i-

i’m so weak.

denki inhaled through his nose, exhaled through his mouth, trying to stop the trembling in his breath as he closed his eyes

he had done so much, and what did he get in return?

all he wanted was to be someone, to be someone that made people smile, to be someone that people genuinely wanted to see

did anyone even want to see him?

“i’m a failure, i’m a failure, what am i doing, why am i so weakwhat’swrongwithmewhycan’tidoanythingright-”

“good job, kaminari!”

he turned his head, finding you running up to him and waving your hands up in the air

“hey! pikachu!” you exclaimed, trying to catch your breath once you stopped. “great job up there! you left before anyone else could notice, i can’t believe you managed to do all that. your quirk is so cool!”

denki’s heart swelled with pride, his eyes saying nothing but thanks.

your quirk is so cool!

“thanks, y/n! so, how do you feel about going to the arcade after school?”

HITOSHI SHINSOU

hitoshi stared at himself in the mirror, his eyes blood-shot and head fuzzy

“i’m not a villain.” hitoshi said slowly. “i can’t be a villain. i want to be a hero.” 

he splashed the sink water onto his face. “get yourself together, are you really going to let a few words hurt you?”

but hitoshi couldn’t help but feel that way-- what could he even use his quirk for- no, no, he could use it for so much. but...

“ha! a quirk such as yours should be only used for villains, you monster! you might as well get out of here before anyone else tries to kick you out.”

hitoshi screamed in anger, splashing the water across his face and pressing hard into his eyes, before slapping himself across the face

“get yourself together..”

“hey, shinsou!! i was wondering if-”

your eyes locked with his frustrated expression. “shinsou? is... something wrong?”

normally, he’d push you away, but-- but now, he really needed someone

your breath hitched when you saw his eyes land onto yours, but for some reason, there was something so lonely and upsetting behind them, before you remembered what a few students at ua had said.

you didn’t mean to eavesdrop, but you were on a rush to get to school that morning and had to run ahead and pass through that area. 

“if it’s about what some of those idiots said this morning, just... know that i think, for the record, that your quirk is so cool.”

shinsou’s eyes furrowed in confusion. you? you thought his quirk was cool?

“i’m not lying,” you said, as if reading through his thoughts. “i really think its amazing. you can help so many people with it, you can change the entire world with a quirk as special as that, so act like it! because it’s true, your quirk is really amazing, and i’m pretty sure you’re the only one who doesn’t see it, you knucklehead.”

he doesn’t tell you this, but-

ever since that day, he’s never stopped thinking about it. 

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Promise: Yandere Godfather Hawks x Todoroki reader

This is a side story takes place in the YRHR series, after part 1, when the reader returns home, blind.

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"Y/n... Come on, wake up. Its 9 already." You heard him say, feeling the bed dip as he sat on it, gently touching the back of your shoulder. "Aren't you hungry? Mom's making your favourite."

When you gave no response, Shotou pulled the covers away from your face, his brows furrowing at the bandages around your eyes that had loosened up. You had did that, clawing at the meticulously tight knot Natsuo had done; you didn't like how it settled on your eyes.

"You're awake, right?" The only answer he got was you turning your cheek further away from him when he tried to caress it. Shotou didn't like your silence and he missed it when you used to ramble about almost anything to him. He missed when you were happy.

The door bell rang.

Shotou looked at his watch confused. Wasn't Natsuo supposed to come around at 11? He could hear Enji walking to the main door, and after a few seconds of silence, he heard footsteps coming towards your room. But then he heard some scuffling, and people talking- he recognised Enji's and Dabi's voices, his brother's getting louder by the second.

"I'll check who's there. Stay."

Stay? You would've rolled your eyes if, you know, you still had them.

A few more minutes passed and you could hear Dabi arguing with someone, and you think that Shotou is trying to calm him down. Deciding to take advantage of the situation, you got up from the bed. For the past whole month, Shotou would come to wake you up everyday, carrying you in his arms to the bathroom, never letting you walk on your own, claiming "you'll get hurt".

Idiot.

Taking one small step at a time, you stretched your arms out trying to reach the wall. Once you felt the cold, smooth surface, you used it to guide you towards the door.

No matter what you did, or how many times you told them to back off, that you can do this on your own, they wouldn't let you. Hell, you were pretty sure that if they could, they would breathe for you too. As if trying to instil in your mind that you're helpless without them, incapable of making your own decisions.

I'll show them how fucking capable I am.

After stubbing your toe only once, you finally reached the door, your hand gripping the metal knob. You placed your ear on the door, trying to figure out who and where everyone is standing. The corridor seemed empty and you think everyone is downstairs.

Opening the door, you used another wall to guide you towards the stairs. You hoped Shotou doesn't see you; he'd throw a hissy fit at you attempting to walk down the stairs.

As you took one careful step at a time, you heard the commotion grow louder. You could hear Dabi yelling profanities at the other person, certainly not Enji because Rei or Fuyumi would've stepped in by now to stop him. You used to stop him too, but ever since what happened, you don't really care anymore.

"Why the fuck are you even here?! She doesn't fucking want to see you!"

"Dabi-!"

"And who is gonna stop me? You? I'd be happy to knock you down on your ass- its about goddamn time!"

"Hawks!"

Hawks?

Hawks.

Hawks!

You almost stumbled down the last few steps, but you needed to know- was he, was he really here?

"K-Keigo?"

You heard his wings flap before you felt him, the wind gushed at your body strongly, making you lose your balance. But muscular arms wrapped around you before you could fall, and the winged hero lifted you up and spun you around, making you burst into laughter.

Rei was the first one to cry.

You laughed.

Not a bitter, sarcastic one.

A genuinely happy laugh.

And she missed her baby's laugh so much.

Dabi's eyes widened slightly. His heart clenching up a bit as he realised how he missed that beaming look on your face. He realised how fucking naive you were, how you were his little sister that he needed to protect.

Shotou felt envy. Why- why didn't you laugh like that with him? Why didn't you laugh for him? Was he... not a good brother?

Fuyumi actually rushed out of the kitchen when she heard you, her hands coming up to her mouth to suppress the sob that was building up. Too long. It had been too long since you were happy.

Natsuo smiled. He smiled as he saw you chortle when the hero's feathers tickled your cheek. He wished you would smile more often.

Enji's breath hitched as he saw you chuckle into Hawk's shoulder. It was so natural, so lively, so radiant. He had been dying to hear that sweet sound again.

Your heart was beating fast and your stomach was doing somersaults as you felt the air rushing through your hair and cooling on to your neck, the soft feathers brushing across your skin.

He really was here.

But so were they.

And you could feel their eyes on you.

Keigo frowned when he saw you curl yourself into him, as if trying to bury yourself into his chest. When he looked around, he saw them glaring and that's when he puffed out his wings before curling them around you; shielding you.

"I'll be spending time with my goddaughter. Do not disturb us." And with that, Hawks flew you up to your room, locking the door before they could sat anything. He could hear Dabi arguing, but he trusted Enji to handle him.

He set you on your bed, chuckling as you didn't let go of his collar.

"Its okay, dove. I'm here, now- ow!" You cut him off by punching his arm.

"Where were you?!"

"In your heart- ow! Stop hitting me!" He caught your wrists.

"You said you were gonna visit me at home! Its been a whole month-"

"I know, I know. I'm sorry but believe me, I really was busy!" Sighing, he continued. "The hero commission sent me to Europe for a mission and things got a bit messy, so I got caught up."

Yanking your hands out of his grip, you scowled. "Would it have killed you to call?"

"I mean I wouldn't say kill, but I probably could've lost a limb or two-" He started laughing when when you began getting up to walk to the door.

Keigo wrapped his arms around you, smiling cheekily"Y/n- I'm sorry, I'm just kidding. Come back-"

"No, let go! I don't have time for your bullshit" He continued laughing, easily picking you up and dropping you back on your bed.

"Okay, okay, I'm sorry. Come on, now. Stop being mad." You heard him shuffling. "Besides, I've got something for you!"

He dropped something in your lap. You picked an item, your hands feeling around it, trying to figure out what the rectangular shaped box was.

"Whats this?"

"Oh, here. Let me help you." He lifted the lid of the box and you were immediately hit by a familiar smell.

"Chocolate?"

He hummed in confirmation"Your favourite ones too! They were always sold out! Luckily, I was able to use my charm on the owner."

"Charm? Oh, you mean where you pull that ugly smirk and do that half lidded look with your eyes, and you think that you look hot but you actually just look creepy?"

"Yeah- hey!"

And then the next 3 hours were spent like that, Hawks telling you about Europe and the bad guys he caught, you telling him about the way your family had been treating you.

"They don't let me do anything, they don't give me any privacy! Its like- its like they want me to be a doll!" You gave an exasperated sigh. "They- they act like they are being so generous. Like it was somehow my fault that my eyes got fried!"

"Oh come on. They can't be that bad-"

"They are! So much worse than before. Look, I'm a grown up- I need my space too! You know what Shotou said when I asked him to get me a walking stick? He said I don't need one since he can carry me everywhere. Do you know how embarrassing it is to get carried to the toilet every single day? Do you?!"

"Well, no-"

"And then Fuyumi cuts up my food and spoon feeds me herself! I know I'm blind but its not like I'm gonna stuff the food up my nose or something!"

The hero snickered at that.

"And then Enji reads me these novels or the newspaper and he skips over the parts he thinks I'm too "young" or "immature" to understand! They even monitor what I listen to! Fuyumi or Shotou would be quick to change the channel if something above pg 10 comes on!" You ran a hand through your hair frustratedly. "I asked Enji to get me a Braille and the first few time he pretended like he didn't hear me, before finally saying that I don't need one!"

"Don't worry, I'll sneak in a Braille for dummies the next time I visit."

"Hey-! Wait... what do you mean "next time"?"

"Oh come on! I promise I'll come earlier next time. Maybe in like 2 weeks-"

"No."

"What-"

"No. I want to leave this place today. You promised."

"Y/n-"Keigo reached to place a hand on your shoulder but you pushed him off.

"You. Promised. You said you'll get me out of here when I leave the hospital" You inhaled deeply. "Well, guess what, Hawks? Its been a whole month."

"I know but you're not well enough-"

"I AM! If anything, staying here is harming me more!" Your tone was getting angrier. "You said- you said you would take me away from them."

"I can't do it right now. The hero commission needs me-"

"I need you! Or am I just not worth your time?"

"Please, dove- try to understand. How will I take care of you if I'm out at the agency?"He tried to pet your head but you smacked his hand away, snarling at him.

"You're a liar. A big fucking liar! Was this the plan all along? To give me hope that you'll save me, only to fucking crush it?!" The hero managed to dodge the box of chocolates you threw at him. "I don't need fucking chocolate or your stupid presents. I need to get out of this goddamn house!"

The hero began walking towards the door. "You're not thinking rationally- I'll- I'll leave." But before the hero could manage to take another step, you were leaping towards him, but since you couldn't see, you only managed to fall near his feet. When he grabbed your shoulders to help you up, you were quick to latch onto him, wrapping your arms around his torso tightly.

"No- no! Don't go. Please, I'm sorry! I'm sorry, I don't know why I said that. Please, don't be mad. I swear I'll behave, just don't leave me here!" Your hold onto him was becoming painfully tight.

Keigo felt like someone was breaking his heart piece by piece as he looked at you. The way your body shook from your pitiful sobs, the way you held onto his jacket as if your life depended on it- he was forced to remember how vulnerable you looked the night he brought you back to the this house. The same night when you begged and begged him to fly you away, that you'll do anything as long as he didn't dropped you back at the Todoroki estate.

"Y/n- darling, love, listen to me. I promised you that I'll keep you save, didn't I? I promise I'll come back soon-"

"YOU BROKE YOUR PROMISE! CAN'T YOU SEE WHAT SHE'S DONE TO ME! SHE BURNED MY FUCKING EYES HAWKS! I'M FUCKING BLIND! DO I NEED TO LOSE A LIMB FOR YOU TO GET ME OUT OF HERE?! DO I HAVE TO SUFFER FROM ANOTHER "ACCIDENT"?!"

Hawks knew that bitch Rei did this on purpose, he knew and it killed him that he couldn't save you from her. He wanted to tell you that he believed you, and he was preparing a place for you. But the hero knows your siblings were eavesdropping, right on the other side of the door.

He had to be careful and play the fool if he wanted to get you out of this hell hole.

"Y/n please-"

You shook your head repeatedly, pulling him closer to you as you shrieked at him. "No. NO! I wont let you go! I WON'T LET YOU LEAVE WITHOUT ME! Keigo, I'm begging you! Take me with you, please! I'll die! I'll die! I'LL FUCKING DIE, KEIGO! PLEASE!"

Your loud screams had your siblings bursting through the door, obviously using a spare key. "Y/n, whats wrong-" You jumped away when they touched your shoulder, giving Hawks chance to slip away.

You instantly reached out for him, flailing your arms around to get a hold of him again. But the hero was already out the door and your siblings quickly pulled you back into their arms, shushing you, trying to calm you down.

But you were inconsolable. Thrashing around in Shotou's arms, you kept begging for Hawks to come back. "HAWKS COME BACK! LET ME GO! HAWKS, PLEASE! I'LL DIE! I'LL DIE! I'LL DIE!" It pained them to see you like this, so hysterical; Shotou and Fuyumi whispered sweet nothings but you payed them no mind. Natsuo knew you were going to hyperventilate soon, but he was more worried about you bursting a vessel in your head.

Thinking fast, he quickly brought up a tranquilliser- and the moment the sharp smell of the alcohol swab hit your nose, you were wrestling harder to get out Shotou's and Fuyumi's arms.

"Y/n, please calm down-"

"FUCK YOU! LET ME GO! KEIGO! I'M SORRY! I'M SORRY! COME BACK- STOP! STOP TOUCHING ME! STOP!" You screamed louder than before when you felt her cold hands gripping your arm, holding it still so that your brother could administer the dose.

As the drug began taking effect, your thrashing slowed down before you finally slumped into Shotou's arms. The tranquilliser numbed the headache that was forming, and you felt Fuyumi use a tissue to wipe the snot and the spit off your face.

"I'll die... I'll die... And you won't be there. And I'll die..."

Hawks was in a trance like state as he watched Shotou tuck you under the covers. He wanted to use his sharp feathers to slice off that cold bitch's hand that brushed the hair out of your face, before pressing a kiss to your forehead. Your daunting screams rang through his ears; his chest felt like some was shoving a knife through it slowly as he played back the image of you trying to wring yourself free from their arms, one hand still reaching out for him. It took everything in him not to grab it and pull you away from those monsters, but he had to remind himself of the bigger picture.

Lost in his thoughts, he didn't even notice the pyromaniac standing next to him until he spoke.

"This is all your fault."

Hawks looked at Dabi. His fault?

"You shouldn't have come here."

"She's my goddaughter-"

"Shut the fuck up." Dabi narrowed his eyes at the hero. "She's like this because you gave her false hope. Hope, that one day she'll get away from us. You and I both know that's not gonna happen." He sighed before continuing. "You call yourself a hero, but in reality, you're no better than us."

As Hawks turned to leave, not willing to let the villian get on his nerves, Dabi spoke again.

"Dont bother coming back. She won't forgive you. She'll never forget this betrayal."

Hurtful as they were, he knew the words he said were true.

Hawks was almost out the gates when he saw Enji sitting in the garden, looking at the koi pond. He should've left, should've flown away but there was something in Enji's eyes that had the winged hero walking towards him. He recognised the emotion as soon as he got close.

Sorrow.

Or was it guilt?

Perhaps a mixture of both.

"Endeavour, are you... alright?"

The number 1 hero looked away from the fish and blinked at him.

"Hawks? What are you still doing here?"

The blonde chuckled nervously. "I was just on my way out." He gazed at him. "Are you okay? You seem to be in deep thought."

Enji only stared at him. Taking his silence as the answer, Hawks turned to leave.

"Why did you come here today, Keigo?"

Keigo.

He suppressed the urge to shudder the way his name rolled off his tongue.

"She's my goddaughter too. Why? Do you think it was a bad decision to come?"

"No." Enji sighed. "I just- she hadn't laughed like that in a long time."

Hawks stood beside him. "She's still traumatised from the kitchen accident. Its understable-"

"No. She hadn't laughed like that for a long time, even before this happened." Enji's eyes moved towards the night sky. The stars were twinkling extra bright tonight. How he wished you could see it. "Before she lost her sight, she used to look out the window, her eyes searching sky." He gulped. "She was looking for you, Keigo. You- you made her happy, you make her laugh. I don't."

Hawks placed his hand on Enji's shoulder. "That's not true, Enji. You do make her happy. She loves you. She feels safe with you. She sees you as her protector."

"She does?"

He nodded. "Of course. If you want things to return to normal, you need to treat her normally too. Just- just talk to her. Sort out the issues and wash away whatever fears she has." Hawks wanted Enji to listen to you, to really listen to you and protect you from Rei. He could only hope that Enji understood what he meant.

Hawks was right, Enji realised. Whatever delusions you have of Rei wanting to hurt you on purpose, of being the "bad person", they can all be cleared up if he just talked to you. Ever since the incident, the family avoided talking to you about Rei or the events that had occurred that day.

If he just talked to you, things will return to normal. You'll become happy again.

"Thank you, Keigo."

Hawks only smiled in return. "I'll be leaving now."

"Okay. When will you visit again?"

"I'll be gone for longer now. The hero commission is sending me on another mission again."

"Oh. Safe travels, then."

As Hawks flew away, he began thinking about the house.

The house where he was going to take you to soon. He just needs to add a few finishing touches before he sets his plan in motion. The plan to rescue you, and eventually Enji, from those sadist that call themselves your family.

He will not let his dove get hurt again.

He'll save you this time.

He promises.

Thoughts?

Idk how this turned out, angst wasn't the plan initially. Guess I'll write godfather Hawks fluff for another day.

Anyways, now that this is done, I'll start working on RE 8 fic now.

[possessivedesires]

Canvas: Chapter 1

Yanderes: Katsuki, Kaminari, Shinsou, Kirishima, Shoto, Hawks, Dabi

Summary: Your mother had sold you off to the yakuza that Dabi and Hawks lead before she had died. You were their favorite and their most treasured property. But Shoto and his crew refuses to let you go from their grasp, believing that you were theirs first.

Guide: Owner and Yakuza member; Shoto, piercer; Kirishima; tattoo artists; Shinsou and Katsuki, calmer; Kaminari, new trainee; Izuku

Warnings: abusive family, toxic relationships, possessive and yandere natures.

The buzzing of the tattoo guns were familiar as you were resting against the counter; drawing light on the paper absentmindedly. Little doodles of some tattoos you would like on you or to put on another. You were in charge of the counter; leaning against it with a small sigh as you looked up in the waiting room.

Some people were freaking out, others were trying to get their friends to get matching tattoos, some were nervous for getting pierced, then others were completely calm and giving those were freaking out a weird look. You sighed, leaning against your palm. You missed talking with your customers while giving them tattoos; some people had the interesting stories for why they were getting the tattoos.

"Hey Y/n...? Did they hit you again?" Your fingers touched the bruise on your face on instinct of hearing Shoto's voice, looking up at the owner that was leaning against the counter to look at you worriedly. The sleeve of your sweat was pulled over his palm, placing against your cheek to hide the bruise. But he had already seen it... It angered him that you always came in his shop with bruises, but never angry at you. No... There was no way that he could ever be angry with you.

"Love..." He whispered, leaning forward and brushing his cool fingers against your cheek; moving your hand away from your bruise. You looked down at the book in front of you, shading the drawing you were working on. Some part of you wished that you could tattoo people again, but you knew that you weren't allowed to... Not after what they did to your last customer...

You shivered at the thought. Shoto frowned, not knowing what plagued you. He hated not being able to help you, he hated not knowing how he could keep you safe. He would kill your family, but he noticed you always protected your abusive family when any brought it up. It was a natural reaction you had, going by instinct and without even thinking.

There wasn't much you could defend for them. But it was enough to make Shoto know you would be upset if he had killed them... If there was anything Shoto didn't want to do, it was to make you upset. But if things kept happening the way it is, he won't have another choice but to get rid of them forcefully. He can't sit back and watch you get hurt much longer... His patience is running thin, very thin. "Have you tried going to the police?"

"I can't go to police..." You mumbled, knowing that they would find out about that. If they found out... You didn't even want to think about what they would do to you... "I can just suffer through it."

It's not as bad as what they would do to you. It's fine to bear with... Shoto sighed, staring at you and pressing his hand against the counter. "But you shouldn't have to suffer through this, that's the point hon. They're hurting you, why can't you see that you need to get away from there as soon as you can? I can protect you if you're scared."

He offered, but you stayed silent and prayed that he would drop the subject. Even if they were nowhere around, he couldn't help but still feel nervous as if you were being watched by them. That if any second, they would be coming through that door to drag you off to your death. "I- I said I'm fine Shoto... Can we please just drop it already? I still have things I need to."

"Love... I'm sorry, I'm sorry." He whispered, not wanting to waste months of progress with you down the drain because of his cool being lost. "Let's talk about those drawings of yours. They're getting really good."

You smiled at the praise, looking down at the sketchbook and trailing your finger over the design. Shoto gave a silent sigh of relief to see that he didn't lose the progress with you. But he could see the longing in your eye, the crave to give tattoos again.

He walked around the corner to put his hands on either side of you, putting his chin on your shoulder as he flipped through the pages of your notebook. The feeling of your body close to his made him feel calm and relaxed, leaning his head lightly against your cheek as he smiled. You, on the other hand, were nervous and unable to relax. The feeling crawling up the back of your neck. "I love these designs of yours."

He whispered, smirking to himself as he watched your body shiver in instinct to his breath against your ear. His fingers tracing over the drawings on the page and hummed. "Hey darling, why don't you give me one of these today?"

"I- I can?" You asked, Shoto could hear the excitement in your voice and nodded in agreement. To get a tattoo would be a dream come true for him, making him think it was a way to claim him; to say that his only yours. "Of course, it'll be our little secret."

He smiled, watching the way your smile flattered. That made you remember why you weren't allowed to give tattoos to anyone else... You didn't want Shoto to get hurt. "Don't worry darling, I won't let anyone find out. Okay? You can trust me on this."

"But..."

"No but's." He shook his head, placing his cool hand against the red mark on your cheek. You looked away from him, pushing your chair lightly to get out of his hold and looked over at him as you were playing with the drawstrings on your hoodie. "H-hey... What did you come over here for?"

You asked nervously, Shoto made an oh sound as he just remembered and lifted his book with a small wave. It was just a small notepad, but you recognized it because of the stickers Kaminari had put all over it. It was the lunch order notepad. "I'm heading out to get lunch, what do you want darling?"

"Oh... Um... Nothing, I'm okay."

"But... You need to eat love." He frowned at your words, growing only more worried about you. The need to take you away and care for you only grew more. There was a small tch sound from behind the two of you, Katsuki walking by to get some supplies. "That idiot still hasn't been eating?"

Katsuki has been watching you closely; knowing that you haven't been taking care of yourself by the way you act at work. The way your family hurts you and makes him want to kill them; brutally and slowly. "Sunny bunches, you really need to eat."

Kirishima said, leaning against the counter and booping your nose softly. You looked between the three men, unsure of everyone around you. You began to feel trapped, like the space around you was getting smaller; it was almost hard to breath. "Hey Y/n! Do I have any more appointments?"

Izuku's voice cut through your hazed state, allowing you a chance to push your rolling chair away. You placed a hand at your chest, slowly catching your breath as you were given some space from the three men and looking down at the book. Katsuki's eyes narrowed; watching you closely and taking in your reaction. "Uh, n- no, since you're still training you won't be getting as many appointments. So that's all for you today."

He nodded, walking over to where Shoto was and writing down what he wanted for lunch. Katsuki lifted his hand, taking off the black mask that was pulled down to his chin and standing besides you. "Oi."

He said, keeping his voice low as he gave you his face mask. You looked down at it in your hand before looking back up at him. He sighed, taking it from your hand and putting it on your face himself. His eyes scanning over the prettiest little details of your face as he pulled the face mask over your nose.

He smirked at seeing the dusting of red over the top of the mask, your cheeks even feeling warm under his fingertips as he leaned back. Your smiled shyly under the mask, looking down at your lap with playing with drawstrings. There was a sinking feeling the more you thought about his action... Knowing that you could never have the chance of a relationship, so you knew you needed to stop thinking about it.

"So, have you've decided what you wanted to eat yet love?" Shoto asked while looking up from the list; the only one he needed was yours and yours was the most important to him. Your head shook, still arguing with him about it. "Not really hungry today Shoto."

"Aw, come on, you really need to eat or you're going to pass out." He argued with you, trying to make sure you were eating. He already knew life at home was hell for you, so he tried to take care of you here at work- trying to spoil you as much as possible. "Shoto, just get them something and I'll pay for it."

Kirishima spoke up, not liking about hearing you not eating. He leaned over where his tools were and gathered them up, making sure they were cleaned as he looked at the two of you. Your eyes were wide, staring at him and shaking your head. "No- no, there's no way that I can-"

"It's okay! You can pay me back by giving me one of your tattoos. There was a awesome geometric design in your book that I like." He smirked at you, winking softly and Shoto rolled his eyes lightly at hearing the redhead. You couldn't believe what you were hearing though... Offering to pay for your food just to get a tattoo, you didn't understand why they were trying to take care of you. But you didn't want him to waste his money on you... "Just some rice balls..."

"Is that it love? Don't you want to try to eat some more?" Shoto aksed, looking up from the notebook and lowering his pen. You shook your head at hearing his questions, already feeling guilty for spending his money. Kirishima frowned lightly when you shook your head at Shoto's question, giving him a soft nod. The redhead will take any progress you're willing to show. "Do you already have Kaminari's and Shinsou's?"

You asked, wanting to make sure they got lunch too. Kaminari laughed, leaning in the doorway from the room he was currently in. "Don't worry babe, he got us first."

Kaminari said with a grin, moving back into the room. Shoto closed the notepad and put it in his pocket as he waved goodbye; leaving the shop. Katsuki brushed a hand over the back of your neck as he left back to his client, Kirishima hugged you gently. "Please try eating more hon, I don't want to see you passing out."

"I'll try..." You whispered, patting his hand and he smiled brightly before grabbing the needles he needed for the piercing he was giving and leaving you up front. You absentmindedly went back to sketching, hearing the bell chiming after a while. "That was quick Sho..."

You froze when you looked up, seeing those hauntingly familiar blue eyes. He tilted his head to the side, raising an eyebrow as he narrowed his eyes. "Doll... Was that another man's name going to slip past your lips?"

Katsuki stopped cleaning his station at hearing the rough voice, tensing and turning his head. Izuku- who had been watching Katsuki working- looked at the blonde confused. Katsuki was seething.

You were terrified, feeling his body behind you as one of his hands loosely wrapped around your throat. His hand guided your shaking body back against his own, the smell of cigarettes filling your nose. Dabi, on the other hand, was enjoying the fact that you sweet scent was so close; leaning his head down to bury in your hair. His whispered, the dangerous intent laced in his voice. "You say no, but are you lying to me doll?"

"It- it was a mistake... I'm sorry..." You whispered, closing your eyes as you braced yourself for the heat you were about to recieve. But... Never got that. You nervously opened your eyes to see the calculating look in his eyes; never leaving your face. His other hand raised, pulling down your mask. "What happened?"

He growled at seeing the red mark, the mask hooked around his finger. You looked away, tapping your pencil nervously. Dabi growled under his breath and tightened his hand around your throat, pulling you closer his face. "I asked you a question babydoll."

"I fell..."

"Bullshit." Your stomach dropped, hearing the anger in his voice. They always hated when you lied to them, but you couldn't tell them what was happening! There was no way you could trust them with your emotions... All you are to them in your head is some kind of payment.

If you knew how much you actually meant to them...

"Hey Kacchan, isn't that Dabi?" Izuku asked, noticing why Katsuki was angry. The blonde gave him a dark look that told the trainee to shut up before he got stabbed. Kaminari seemingly could sense the tension and poked his head. "I keep forgetting you're new here. So, Y/n has this weird thing with Dabi and Hawks. But they refuses to talk about it."

"Weird...? How?" Izuku asked innocently, Katsuki punching the wall. "As they fucking use them for their body and throw them away when they're bored. The only reason they come around here is to get their dick wet from them and it pisses me off!"

"Firecracker."

"The hell you call-" Katsuki went quiet as Shinsou brainwashed him, Shinsou smiling softly at the peace. Kaminari poked his head out and saw that Dabi hadn't been paying attention to them. Good, they were still safe. Shinsou leaned back in his seat and turned his head to look at your trembling form. They all hated when you were scared, feeling that you should never been scared with them here able to protect you. None of them wanted to get involved with the yakuza, but now it's looking very tempting to begin a war.

"Hey, I'm going to try to get Y/n to stay with me tonight... Don't want them to go back to their house. You guys wanna crash with us?" Kirishima said as he was drying off his freshly washed hands. The redhead frowned when he saw you with Dabi, knowing that you'll be upset with his leaves... You always were.

"So, you know your sister had a run in with me." Dabi said, tracing his fingers over your skin slowly. The smirk on his face as he looked over at you, you knew that look... "Did she...?"

"Yea, busted up my bike and cussed me out. Till... She saw who she was cussing out." Dabi smirked, remembering the terror on her face. He was going to kill her, but then there would no reason to come see you. Hawks and Dabi depended on your family to mess up and give them an excuse to see you. Since you followed their first words only, business only. So there was no reason to see them unless you were paying something off... Hawks admittedly moved purposely when your family was around him to mess something up of his and come see you. "You know I can't pay for the damages..."

"Sure you can, you know how we like our payment." He smirked, pilling you flushed against his hips. You looked down when you felt the familiar hardness, your mind beginning to shut down. You really have the energy to deal with it, to do anything.

You've always been the scapegoat of your family. It's the same way you even got sold to Dabi and Hawks in the first place. Because your mother needed a scapegoat. But you wondered if this nightmare would ever end, you didn't know how much longer you could deal with it... "Dabi-"

"That's not the correct name and you know it." He said with a narrowed look, you took a shaky breath in and whispered painfully, "Daddy... I can't just-"

"You can and you will." He cut you off, stepping away from you. You felt your shoulders drop, tears welling up in your eyes. "You know where to meet us after your shift. We'll be waiting."

He pushed himself off from leaning against the counter, giving you a spare glance and leaving out the tattoo shop. Your head dropped, tears beginning to slip down your cheeks as you tried your hardest to stop your body from shaking. Silently sobs slipping from your lips, feeling a tightness in your chest that made it hard to breath.

Shinsou was up before any of the others could move; watching Dabi's harsh glare from the window. The purple male gave him a smirk and flicked him off, crouched down besides you to place a hand on your shoulder. His head leaning against yours and whispering, "Hey there kitten, how are you feeling?"

Dabi clenched his fist; beginning to feel the heat on his palm. The anger he felt only pissed him off more, hating to see Shinsou holding you to his chest. That should be me holding them... I'm going to kill that fucking brat.

Dabi stormed away, passing by a certain familiar two toned hair color boy. His blue eyes followed Shoto, watching him walk into the shop while greeting you with a soft smile. Well... So this is his tattoo shop... Things definitely got more annoying.

Dabi thought to himself, leaving the shop to tell Keigo about someone new they could kill for being near their possession.

"Hey guys, I'm back." Shoto said as he placed the bags down on the counter. He looked down confused at seeing you leaning against Shinsou's chest, wanting to know who made you cry and how to get to rid of them. "Dabi came here and upset them."

"I see..." Shoto whispered, looking back at the door with a narrowed look. He wondered why Dabi would be in this tattoo shop, when he clearly told his brother that his space was off limits. Shoto only made sure of that because you worked here.

Shinsou guided you to sit up and wiped the small tears away. You felt embarrassed that you cried in front of them, but they wouldn't let you feel embarrassed about it. Shinsou smiled at you softly. "Let's get you some food kitten."

"And then you can give us tattoos love."

"You're just leaving, like that?" Keigo asked, giving you an annoyed look from where he was resting on the couch; wings laid out. He was resting his slacks, sharp golden eyes watching you tying up your laces on your shoes. There was a tired nod from you, not able to face them.

Your body was hurting, from their rough treatment and the abuse from your family. It was even a surprise that you were still walking... You think the only way you were walking was because you disassociated and you feel... numb. "You guys are the ones that just wanted to be a payment thing... So there's no reason for me to just waste our time here, I'm not some annoyance. I need to get home and make dinner."

"Seriously? Are you fucking kidding me?" Dabi scoffed, growing annoyed at you always running away from them. The cigarette between his teeth and blowing smoke out of the side of his mouth; finger tapping his leg harshly as he watched you. He was just resting in his boxers; the forgetting about trying to find his pants. "Have a good night..."

You whispered, zipping up your jacket and hiding the new bruises from their harsh grips. Dabi burned his shirt in his hand, clenching his teeth. "I hate this Keigo. I want them. Here. With us."

"They're right... Annoyingly right. We did tell them not to contact us and that our visits will only be because of business." But that was before they grew obsessed with you, before you filled their heads and they only craved for you. "Shut it asshole."

"They won't visit us unless there's a reason." Keigo sighed, tilting his head back and rubbing his face lightly. Suddenly, his wings stiffened while his feathers sharpened, hearing a certain conversation from one of the spare feathers spread across the club. Dabi gave his partner a strange look.

"There you are Y/n! Whoa... Hey, hey, it's me, Kaminari. Focus on me sunny bunches, let's get you home."

"Kami...? How- how did you know that I was here?"

"I come out here sometimes... You just look like you need to go home. Don't worry, I haven't had anything to drink yet; scout's honor." Keigo's blood boiled, standing up sharply and making his way out to the railing to glare around the club. His eyes moving quickly and Dabi walked next to him, giving the male an annoyed look. "What's going on with you?"

"Someone's talking to them, trying to take them home." Keigo snapped, Dabi looking around before seeing you making your way out with a blonde. "How many more are there going to be?"

"I'm sorry... I hope I didn't just hear you correct; did you say, more?"

"Yea, we gotta talk about that. I found something interesting today." Dabi explained as he walked back into their room, grabbing his drink and crashing back in his seat. Keigo looked back at the pyromaniac and sat next to him. Dabi explaining he found out at the tattoo shop.

"I thought you hated clubs Kaminari..." You whispered in the car as he was driving down the street, one hand holding onto yours as his thumb rubbing the back of your palm softly. "Why do you think that?"

"It's a sensory overload for you... And you said that you've been kicked out a couple because of you short circuiting and accidentally destroying their sound system."

"Oh... Yea-yea... I can't believe you remember that." He said with a dopey smile, before chuckling nervously. "I just..."

"It's okay, you don't have to explain. Thank you." You gave him tired smile with a sad look in your eyes. "I don't think I could have walked home..."

"Are... Are you sure that you want to go home? We can just go hand out at my house. I just got some Netflix and some new shows just came out! I can get some snacks on the way and we can just crash the two of us."

You shook your head sadly; already know how mad your family must be at you for not being there yet. He frowned. He asked, curious to see if you truly knew, "Y/n...? You know that we are here for you, right?"

You could only lie as you agreed with him; thinking that no one would ever be truly on your side when they find out you're just some property to the yakuza. It was something your family made very clear to you and your steps realized that they could get away with anything because you were there to take their fall. Your free hand pointed to the house. "It's here."

"Y/n... It isn't too late for me just to drive off. None of us want you to keep coming back here and we can just get you more clothes so you'll never have to come back."

"I couldn't do that to you guys. You already do so much for me, thank you." You whispered, leaving the car and rubbing your arms lightly. Kaminari stared at you, free thumb nervously tapping the steering wheel. Trying his hardest not to kidnap you.

The panic building in his chest as he watched you get out of the car. He quickly got out and grabbed at your arm, pulling you back softly. "Please sunny bunches, can you least just stay tonight?"

You looked your house sadly, Kaminari beginning to take the hint of your distracted and weakened state to pull you back to the car. Even when you tried to pull your hand out from his grasp, he pulled you to wrap his arms around you. "I won't let you keep getting hurt Y/n."

He whispered in your ear, hand at the back of your neck and lightly the right nerves. Your eyes closed, falling asleep in his arms as he laid you back in the seat. He's been studying nerves for a long time in the shop, knowing which nerves to shock for relax muscles or even the brain. Since you were already tired and exhausted, it barely took anything to put you asleep.

Kaminari: Y/n's going home with me tonight.

Shinsou: Should I brainwash her family to go jump off of the bridge?

Kirishima: No, they actually care about those assholes.

Shinsou: Seriously? After everything they put them through?

Kirishima: They just have that kind heart and their family takes advantage of it.

Katsuki: They bitches who deserve to die.

Shinsou: That's two against one. Kaminari?

Kaminari: They're shaking in their sleep; hang on.

Kaminari put down his phone, gently placing his hand on your shoulder with a soft smile. He was happy to see you with him; knowing that he wouldn't let anything or anyone hurt you. The heater was turned on, a playlist of gentle music to help you sleep was playing on the radio. His eyes moving with an annoyed look to the house as he saw movement, the door swinging open as he closed your door.

Katsuki: Everyone agree to go crash at dunce face's place tonight?

Shinsou: Already there.

Kirishima: Oh yea, Shinsou has a key.

Katsuki: Whatever, open the door hot topic.

Shinsou: Bitch.

Kirishima: Kaminari haven't texted in a while, hope everything's okay.

Katsuki: Everything better be okay! He has them!

Katsuki: OI!

Shinsou: I think he's called Kaminari 7 times now.

Katsuki: DUNCE FACE ANSWER OUR PHONE CALLS YOU ASSHOLE! WHERE ARE THEY?

Kaminari: All the phone's ringing is going to wake them up, calm down Kacchan. I'm almost home.

Kaminari put down his phone and looked down at the dark house. The lights inside had busted from too much voltage, the people inside unconscious from the unhealthy amount of voltage that ran through their system. One of them may be dead from Kaminari dunking them in water before electrocuting them.

Oh, I need to get snacks. Kaminari thought with gentle hum, tossing the wet jacket in the backseat as he smiled happily. 10 minutes later, he was leaving the store with a few bags of food and checking on you. You were still asleep, good.

Kaminari: Someone come out here and carry Y/n while I carry in the food.

Kirishima looked down at his phone, reading the text, and then back at the car that just pulled up. The redhead smiled happily at his luck and winked at the seething Katsuki while holding you in his arms. Katsuki wanted to be the one to carrying you inside.

Kirishima adored the way you curled up in his arms as he carried you up the steps, into the house and your head leaned against his chest. You started to wake up as he walked inside, your eyes opening and he smiled down at you. "Hey hon, enjoy your little nap?"

"Oh-oh, sorry," You mumbled, trying to get our of his arms. He worried that you would fall and hurt yourself, so he placed you on the couch. "Good morning sunny bunches~"

Kaminari teased you as he passed by with the snacks, putting them on the table. Katsuki immediately snatched them, giving Kaminari an annoyed look. Annoyed that the blonde thought these cheap foods would be good for you, no he was going to make them better for you.

"Hey pretty~ Come down here and lay here." Kirishima patted the cushion on the ground. You looked at him confused, your body still sore from Dabi and Hawks. They knew. Even if you didn't say anything, they knew. "Pretty please?"

He pouted, making you cave in. How could you say no to him? You laid on the cushion, making him smile happily. Kirishima leaned down and began to gently massage over your shoulders and back. Your eyes fluttered shut at the soft touches, Kirishima humming happily at seeing you relaxing. Shinsou sat besides you, gently brushing his fingers through your hair as Kaminari was scrolling through Netflix as he sipped at a drink. "They're asleep."

"Surprised they even woke up in the first place. You should have seen them when I had picked them up." Kaminari explained, leaning back against the couch. His fingers tapping the side of his glass lightly. Earlier, the boys had split up and searched each club in trying to find you. Kaminari was just the lucky one and now they know which club is the yakuza. "They have more bruises..."

Kirishima said sadly, frowning as he hates to see you hurt. Kaminari stood up from his seat and left to the bathroom to cool down before his blew the bulb next to him. Katsuki clenched the spoon in his hand; trying not to explode anything in the kitchen. "I'm going to fucking kill them..."

"Stand in line firecracker." Shinsou snapped, Kaminari came out with small drops of water dripping from his face. Haven splashed cold water to cool down. "I got the first aid kit."

The blonde mumbled while sitting besides Kirishima who took the first aid kit with a grateful nod. Kirishima and Kaminari took care of your injuries while Katsuki was putting the food on the table. "I hate to say this... But wake them up, they need to eat."

"Are you serious? After everything?" Kirishima looked up quickly at Katsuki. He sucked air through his teeth, annoyed. "You think I don't want them to rest? I do, but they need to eat more than anything. They only had what? Barely a rice ball! And then they go do this shit to them? No, they need food."

No one could argue with Katsuki's logic. There was a small sigh and Kirishima nodded in understanding. His hand reached down, gently shaking your shoulder and watching you whine while trying to sleep longer. Kaminari broke and tried to swat Kirishima's hand away. Shinsou immediately grabbed Kaminari's arm and pulled him back. "Kami... No."

"They need to sleep, listen to them whine." Kaminari struggled in Shinsou's hold. He sighed, locking his arms around Kaminari to keep him trapped on his lap. You whined again, Kaminari struggling again. Kirishima continued shaking your shoulder till you opened your eyes. "Hey baby."

He cooed at seeing your e/c eyes. Katsuki leaned down and ruffling your hair before grinning at you. "Come on, food's done. Let's get you some food in ya."

"I thought we agreed for you guys not to touch my shop." Shoto said, tapping his fingers against the arm rest. Dabi narrowed his eyes at hearing that, leaning back in his chair with his arms crossed over his chest. Shoto had called Dabi to meet them in the house, knowing that this is rocky but neutral ground. Their sister doesn't allow weapons or uses of quirks. It would be easy to break her rules, but they had respect for their sister.

"We did." Dabi agreed, shrugging his shoulders. He had finally got dressed here, but just in a black tank top and some jeans. Shoto in a button down shirt and some jeans, giving a classy look. "So, tell me why I've just found out that you've been visiting my place. I hadn't stepped a foot in your club out of respect, but you? Bitch."

"You have something that belong to us." Shoto let out a chuckle, crossing his legs. "Nothing in there is yours, everything in that shop is mine."

Dabi's eyes narrowed, standing up sharply. The blue flames licking his hands and his eyes boredly looked up at Dabi with an unamused look. "THAT'S BULLSHIT!"

He was breathing heavy, anger boiling under his skin. Shoto sighed, standing up and adjusting his sleeves as he looked at Dabi. "No, it's not-"

"Y/n is ours." Shoto froze where he was standing, the orange flames burning where his scar was as his cold eyes immediately shot up to the pyromaniac. Dabi looked more unhinged and ready to lunge at Shoto while Shoto just looked pissed. "We'll see who brands her first then, won't we?"

"Don't get in my way Shoto. It won't end pretty for you."

"Funny, I was going to say the same to you. Enjoy loosing this game Touya."

[potatoes-is-are-food]

Can I request some poly! Shigadabihawks x reader if you don’t mind. You have amazing writing and you have written some amazing poly! I don’t care if it’s sfw and/or nsfw, it’s totally up to you. I honestly kinda wanted to see how hawks and Shigaraki got along in a poly relationship and how they interacted with each other because I can imagine how Dabi and hawks get along or dabi and shigaraki but hawks and Shigaraki would have a odd relationship, y’know. Sorry if this is odd and you don’t know what I’m talking about and I just want you to know that I absolutely love your work. You’re the first person I check everyday when I get on tumblr. 😘

Awwwww!!! You are so sweet, thank you so much!!! Yeah this makes a lot of sense, for the demon au especially I’ve been trying to work on showing off the dynamic between Hawks and Shig. I hope headcanons are okay!

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- Before you enter the mix, Dabi is really the only holding them together. He started off dating Tomura (who still insists he barely even likes him, usually after they finish making out) and then later Kei joined in. You’re still not sure how it all came to be since you get a different answer depending on who you ask and what mood they’re in.

- Tomura is only a bit tsundere with Dabi and Kei, never you. With you he’s more openly clingy and would never deny how he feels. He wouldn’t say it, but he appreciates you being around whenever Dabi and Keigo make him feel like a third wheel. Keigo has some similar experiences, but he’s just genuinely not bothered whenever Dabi wants to go have some solo time with Tomura. Or you, for that matter. Just isn’t the jealous type.

- They like using you to fuck with each other. If you’re hanging out with Dabi there’s a good chance Keigo will come along and just flat out steal you. Just pick you up and walk off. Because he can. Dabi is fond of teasing Tomura about how much he likes you, despite clearly also liking you. Tomura’s go-to is usually also to steal you, however he likes to get you to come willingly so you’ll blow off whoever you were with to start.

- Keigo and Tomura get along best when teaming up to irritate Dabi. Whether it’s playing keep away with you, hiding his stuff, distracting him when he’s trying to brood and do Dabi stuff, they really enjoy the power of their combined effects on him.

- The three of them teaming up to irritate you is what really gets them cooperating. They’re all gremlins, they steal your clothes to force you into skirts with no panties, they move your stuff around so you have to ask them for help, and that’s without getting into how often they fight over you, although that’s not so much to annoy you.

- Dabi developed a little habit of calling you, Tomura, and Kei his sluts and now he does it no matter who’s around and it’s really embarrassing but he absolutely does not care.

- While most of the time it’s Dabi and you holding Tomura and Keigo together, it’s not uncommon to find just the two of them off by themselves bonding over a common interest or even occasionally making out.

- They each have their own rooms, but you don’t. You bounce between theirs and your stuff is always scattered around. Yes, it’s annoying. No, they won’t let you have your own room. The four of you typically end up sharing one bed anyway, although the room itself changes.

- They’re not shy about the relationship, so it’s fairly often you get teased (albeit lovingly) about having three boyfriends. Toga really likes trying to force you to pick a favorite.

- Everyone thinks it’s creepy. Everyone. But Kei started calling you their “little girl” and just never stopped.

- They don’t really do PDA between themselves aside from the odd hand holding or rare peck on the cheek, but when it comes to you all bets are off. You’re constantly perched in someone’s lap or holding a hand or having your clothes fixed by someone else. To everyone else it mostly looks like they toss you around.

- Sometimes they’ll take you on dates, switching between doing them one on one or with the whole group. It’s hard to get Tomura to go out, though, since he prefers stay at home dates. When he’s not feeling it you’ll usually end up in a blanket fort eating takeout all together.

- One time. one. time. some stranger muttered “slut” under his breath when he saw you walking along in public with them. Dabi charred his ass so fast the other two were pissed at him for not being able to get a hit in.

- Despite all of them being gremlins, they really love you and will 10/10 go out of their way to make sure you know that. Literally anything upsets you and the immediate response is “Tell me why you’re not happy and I will kill it.”

- Most of their more genuine affections are shown in little things they do. Keigo likes to get you guys things, especially snacks he knows you like since he can go in public freely. Dabi is constantly fixing your clothes and hair and making sure everyone’s comfortable. Tomura always touches you softly (outside of the bedroom), always brushing his fingers along your cheeks or resting his head on your shoulder, etc. He’s also the most likely to casually touch the others in public.

- When it’s cold everyone piles up on Dabi and he pretends he hates it, but you always catch him smiling when he thinks no one’s looking.

- Kei loves using his feathers to tease everyone, slipping them under clothes before you can stop them or making them flit around your face. It’s annoying but his laugh is so cute you can’t even be mad at him.

- Tomura’s face always lights up before he can stop it when one of you comes to play videogames with him. He’s really bad at hiding how excited and happy it makes him.

- Since you’re the only girl and they’re kind of sexist, they treat you a lot softer than they treat each other. Doesn’t matter how strong you are, they’ll always think you’re weaker and they need to protect you. It might not seem like it when they’re teasing the hell out of you or tying you up or spanking you, but they go way easier on you than they would on each other in the same situation.

- Literally any sign from you that you’re seriously upset or overwhelmed? Done. No more. Only soft affection and very mild teasing for the week.

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- The first time Kei joined in while Dabi and Tomura were fucking, he didn’t even participate. He just watched like a fucking creep. Still does that occasionally.

- They all have relatively high drives and absolutely no shame between each other, so it’s pretty often you’re just casually getting fucked in one of their rooms while another sits on the couch beside you and watches TV. May or may not comment on it.

- Sometimes they’ll make bets about you. See who can get you to cum the fastest one week or try testing how long it takes for you to come to them when they don’t initiate it and which one you pick. How much cum they can stuff you with and plug up before it starts leaking out. And so on.

- It’s very different if it’s just one of them, or if it’s two and which two, etc.

- Dabi likes to manhandle you. He takes his time, makes you wait and beg and then just completely destroys you for hours on end. After, he sits back with a cigarette and lets you cling to him while he strokes you and tells you you did a good job. It pleases him when you’re so fucked out you can’t form full sentences, and he’ll tease you for it for days.

- Keigo is similar in that he likes to tease, but he’s also sadistic. He’ll make you cum on his tongue and fingers until you’re begging him to stop and then he’ll force at least two more orgasms out of you on his dick. Afterwards he watches you twitch and leak his spunk for a minute before giving you god-tier aftercare. Runs a bath, gets you some water, etc. Once you’re clean he encourages you to take a nap, but it’s usually an excuse for him to take a nap because he’s also worn out but trying to hide it.

- Tomura gets too excited to tease for very long, but that’s only directly before the sex. He’ll have his hand shoved in your panties just toying with you for hours while he absently scrolls on his phone. Sometimes he’ll have you get yourself ready where he can see, only to completely ignore you until you let him know he can start. Once he’s going, though, he’s done with all that. He’s drooling, panting, flushed, pounding you into next week. He alternates between kissing you and spitting in your mouth because he’s too wound up to just pick a mood most of the time.

- That’s not to say you don’t have lots of times where it’s intimate and loving, but that’s not really the usual.

- The Dabi/Tomura combination is the more nasty of the three. Kei isn’t opposed to doing stuff to make you squirm when he’s in the mood but Dabi and Tomura l i v e for that shit. They’re almost nightmarish together, 100% okay with piss, impact play, period stuff, all things anal, etc. Of course you’re their girlfriend and they love you so they’re not about to do something that has you screaming or crying for real, but if you’re at least mostly okay with it and they’re confident it’s not breaking you, they’ll do pretty much anything. Anything to get you teary-eyed, begging them to stop, etc. as long as you’re not saying the safeword. For aftercare they’re very gentle and soft as they clean you up and put you to bed. Doesn’t matter what time of day it happened, they’re putting you in bed and snuggling you until you get at least an hour of sleep. When you wake up they’ll get you something to eat and make sure they didn’t hurt you beyond the usual cuts, bruises, and assorted mild scorching.

- Dabi and Kei usually go for more of a good cop/bad cop sort of arrangement. Doesn’t seem so bad until you figure out they switch the roles without any indication of having done that. It’s like they have a sixth sense for it or something. You’ll be crying and clinging to Keigo since he’s been nice so far only for him to bend you over his knee and spank you raw for it; meanwhile Dabi has gone from smacking you around and spewing filth to cooing and stroking your face. Their aftercare is mostly praise, they’ll tell you you did well and make sure you’re okay mentally since some of the stuff they say can get pretty intense. They’ll get you cleaned up and make sure you eat and drink water, and they’ll cuddle as long as you want and won’t go anywhere even if you fall asleep.

- Tomura and Keigo are the most interesting mix. It’s not often that it happens, but when it does they work surprisingly well together. Their different types of degeneracy and patience seem to blur together into a lethal combination that’ll have you getting whiplash from how they toss you back and forth. They’re not usually both participating at the same time; someone has to hold the camera, after all. Aftercare usually consists of a shower, snacks, and either you napping on their laps while they game together or joining in if they didn’t rock your shit too hard. On days when they’ve done this, you’ll notice the two of them interacting more and occasionally taking some time to be alone together…

- When it’s all of them you’re fucking in for it. Depending on the mood it can vary wildly, but for the most part it’s just a complete mass of writhing limbs and moans. You’re tired ten minutes in, more of the focus is on you than anything, you’re forced to cum over and over again, they each cum in or on you at least twice, and when it’s all said and done you’re covered in sweat, cum, possibly blood, and three sweaty, spent bodies. Usually after they have to peel your limp, half-conscious body off the bed and carry you to the bath. They’ll take great care of you, not that you’ll really remember it in your sorry state, and when you wake up the next day they’re more doting than usual. They’ll tease a little about how you’re sore and still just a little out of it, but that doesn’t mean they’re not checking on you and being extra attentive.

- The times when it’s all of you together but in a more romantic way, it’s like being surrounded by pure love. Everyone’s kissing, you’re all tangled together, it’s just really soft and intimate. Doesn’t last as long, but it’s insanely sweet and gooey. When finished, there’s lots of soft caring/cleaning up/cuddling for a while but it doesn’t have the same insane recovery time as usual. After everyone’s taken care of, the guys like to try pretending everything is normal, but it’s obvious they’re more clingy than usual. Definitely all sleeping together in a pile on nights like that.

- Sometimes one will join in just for aftercare. Kei enjoys seeing you a fucked-out little mess, so he’s always happy to help if it means he can see you destroyed for a minute first. Dabi likes the feeling of being needed and being able to care for someone, so he’ll help, especially cleaning you up and getting you dressed. Tomura loves the way you cling after, and likes to cuddle and nap, so he’ll come in late to the aftercare just for that.

[yanderenightmare]

Dabi x darling x Hawks

TW: NSFW, noncon, war, soldiers, married reader

AN: kinda inspired by when British Parliament passed the Quartering Act in 1765, and those in the American colonies were required to provide housing for British soldiers, and how they were also expected to provide food, firewood, and even beer.

fem reader

Thinking about old-timey soldiers Hawks and Dabi who knock on your door with their caps in hand, plastic smiles on both their faces when asking for a warm homecooked meal – knowing you can’t refuse by order of the King.

It’s a humble cottage more than it’s a house, but the two men make themselves at home while you slowly stir the stew you’ve whipped up for them – only halfway of your own free will. 

Hawks asks where your husband is, and you point to the love letters displayed on the mantle and tell them he’d been called away seven months ago. 

Dabi then asks if you’ve been lonely…

You try and laugh it off as though it was a charming thing of him to say – but you’ve been feeling apprehensive ever since you opened the door – seeing their hands casually resting on the weapons by their hip as though in silent threat.

You sit with your hands in your lap while they eat. They say they’ve missed the sweetness of a woman like you – that the lads back at base don’t know how to do it the same way. And you know they’re talking about the food, but still… you can’t help but feel they’re insinuating something else.

You scream when they grab you – but it’s not like they expected anything else from a married woman – of course, a good wife would give anyone who isn’t her husband some fight – but like any woman, you’re quickly subdued by the two of them. 

Their smiles are still eerily calm, even as you cry – utterly unmatched by their actions, where they squeeze into all your plush parts with unwarranted strength.

Hawks hugs you from behind, forcing your arms behind your back – his crotch planted firm against your rear, even through all the thick layers of your skirt. 

Dabi is in front of you. He ripped open your blouse in the struggle – now whistling at the pretty sight of your tits while stroking his revolver up the crane of your neck, poking it into your cheek before using it to brush a wisp of hair out of your face – pretty and riddled with tears while you snivel and whimper.

He takes your chin in a strong hand, his tone smooth while he tells you to calm down – as though he's not got his loaded fire weapon aimed at you. His nose brushes yours as he croons at you through a smile – giving your quivering lips a quick peck.

Hawks’ tone is just as suave – playful even, grinning toothily, chuckling out how they just want to thank you for the hospitality as he quickly tugs the wool of your dress up, balling it all around your waist. Petting your cunt through your bloomers with your wrists gripped firm in his other hand, pinned tightly to the small of your back.

Cutlery, plates, and cups crash to the floor when Dabi swipes to clear the table – sending you hips-first against it.

The nose of his gun jabs into your nape, forcing your head down until your cheek smudges the splintery wood.

He doesn’t bother retraining you, letting the threat of his bullets do to all the talking while he unbuckles his belt, letting his uniform drop around his ankles.

He rips a gash in the thin cotton of your bloomers. They look too cute to remove. Not frilly like rich maidens wear, like in those catalogs the men will pass around if not pictures of each other's girlfriends. Yours are worker class, probably sewn by yourself from some old curtains – not meant to be erotic, but made so erotic because of it. 

You’re just a simple farmer’s daughter making your country proud – is what he whispers in your ear when he has two fingers stuffed up your cunt.

It’s obvious you haven’t been fucked in a while – the two digits make you wince and, in turn, make him restless to give you the real thing. He can tell just by the buck of your hips it’s going to feel the same as fucking a virgin.

You’re quickly wet like one, too. Makes it easy for him to slide into your tightness despite your teary whines. 

He lets out a heavy groan when you’ve taken him to the hilt – stays nestled there for a minute – in reverence of the tight, wet warmth he hadn’t felt in a while.

Sure, he and Hawks might have done things on cold, long, lonely nights, but nothing can quite compete with the softness of a woman in his mind.

Those precious ways you tighten up and shake from the stretch, shuffling your thighs when he kneads into your womb – soaking him with wet velvet slick.

His gun goes lazy against your back, though still very much keeping you scared in place as he lolls in and out of you at a languid pace – his chin tipped up with a sigh.

But it’s only initial relief – and once it dies down and the hunger spurs anew – he’s got his lips at your ear and his gun in your mouth – crude things flying off his lips, hips thrusting against you with the same haste of a hound in his rut – saying if he were your husband, he’d never leave your cunt and cooking – that he’d pick being buried six inches deep between your thighs than six feet deep in the dirt – sucking your cheek while telling you not to fret long over your man – how he and Hawks will help you grieve when the love letters stop coming.

The blonde is busy looting the liquor cabinet while Dabi ravages your poor cunt – but he comes back to switch with him once he finds the most expensive bottle.

It was a wedding present you’d been saving, one you’d thought you’d open the day your love would return – but Hawks cares little for the etiquette and swigs it raw from the stem as he retakes his place behind you – bathing his thick shaft with the slick sheen on your inner thighs before pressing himself inside you.

He doesn’t bother to start slow – he’d been kept waiting long enough and goes straight to pounding you deep. Kicking your legs apart – a hand buried in the cake of your ass to steady you whilst the other grips the bottle.

The table is small. Meant for only you and your man – so perfect for bending you over – just intimate enough to allow Dabi to stand at the other end with his cock in your mouth.

The whole thing wobbles against the floor as the two men have their way. 

They deserted from their battalion a long time ago and have both grown pretty tired of house-hopping – and this place seems far enough removed from where anyone would bother looking for them. 

Who knows, maybe they’ll stay until the war is over. 

♡ DABI - TODOROKI TOUYA masterlist ♡ HAWKS - TAKAMI KEIGO masterlist ♡ BOKU NO HERO ACADEMIA masterlist

[lovely-angst]

single dad!dabi

a/n: i KNOW dabi’s cannonly(?) can’t cry, but let’s just ignore that fact in this fic :^) also ty for waiting patiently for me to post! <3

genre: angst

pairing: dabi x f!reader

summary: dabi had started a family with you, but when he suddenly becomes a single father, now what?

word count: 2.4k

06.29.21

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The sounds of an infant cry filled the small apartment as the night grew on. The sun had long gone and the moon filled its place in the sky as the city fell into a slumber—it seemed as if the only ones up were Dabi and the small child in his arms. 

Her mouth opened wide as her powerful cries rang in Dabi’s ears as he tried cooing the young girl back to sleep. A bounce in his step as he paced around the small bedroom he shared with his three-month-old daughter, Aya. 

Dabi tried shushing her gently, attempting to soothe her, but to no avail. 

He felt as if he was going crazy. He had tried everything at this point—a warm bottle, a change of fresh diaper, heck, even some snuggles, but nothing seemed to work. 

Dabi could feel his eyes sting with upcoming tears as his frustrations grew and grew. Setting Aya down in her crib, her wails grew louder before Dabi turned around and slumped against the crib, defeated. 

Reaching over towards his nightstand, Dabi gently picked up the photo of you before bringing it closer towards him, his glossy eyes running across your familiar features before he brought his large hands towards his face.

And cried. 

He cried and cried and cried.

“I can’t do this, (Name),” he sobbed into your photo, his wails mixing in with those of his daughter’s. “I don’t know what to do anymore. I can’t help Aya, she needs you,” he stated, pulling back to stare at your photo once more. 

“I don’t know how to do this without you. You were supposed to be here with us—we were supposed to do this together,” his cries had died down, allowing him to wipe the photo dry of his tears. 

Leaning his head back on the crib, Dabi’s eyes roamed over the small bedroom. It was messy, just as messy as his life was currently without you. Picking up one of your shirts from the floor, Dabi let the fabric rest in his hands before bringing it up to his chest to hold. 

It still faintly smelled like you.

His daughter’s cried came back to his ears and Dabi stood back up, tucking the shirt in his young daughter’s arms before watching her cries gently soothe away from your scent. 

“Yeah,” Dabi started, bending down to pick his daughter up before bringing her towards the bed with him, “I miss her too.”

-

It felt like yesterday when you told Dabi you were pregnant. It came as a shock to him of course—he was just hitting his twenty-fifth birthday and he was about to become a dad?

He was never really the one to think about kids or even having kids himself—but that all changed once you came into the picture. 

“I know you’re scared, I’m scared too,” you say, grabbing hold of his hands before giving him the prettiest shy smile, “but if I’m honest, I’m really excited to become a mom. I love you so much, Dabi. I can’t wait to love our baby.”

You were so excited and he couldn’t help but anticipate the day his baby would be born. 

Dabi knew you would be a great mother. On the other hand, he was nervous—but if you were going to put in all this effort to love and raise this baby with someone like him, then Dabi knew he had to give it his all too. 

He’ll make sure that his child lives a better life than he ever will. 

He decided to cut his ties with the league, ending his time as a highly wanted villain. It wasn’t easy getting Shiggy to agree, but with a little bit of convincing and a little explanation about his tragic backstory, Shiggy finally agreed. 

If he was going to be a dad, he wanted to do it right. 

Everything was going great throughout the pregnancy. Dabi was there for you as much as he could, helping you, providing for you and his baby. Basking in those little moments of realizing that he was going to be a dad. 

Reality began to hit when you had gone into labor. It would have been fine if Dabi were a normal citizen, but Dabi was a villain and because of that, he wasn’t able to be with you when you were giving birth in the hospital. 

It crushed him more than you could have known—to have his unofficial wife alone during such a difficult, excruciatingly painful and life-changing journey. There were times Dabi wished he could be a normal citizen like you, and this was one of those times. 

It wasn’t until you got discharged a few days later when Dabi was able to see you again. It was also the first time Dabi had gotten to see his baby. 

You were finally back in the apartment, Dabi helping you up the stairs to the apartment as he eyes the little bundle in your arms. “You can hold her too, you know,” you say with a smile when you caught him staring for the millionth time.

“Her?” Dabi asked voice caught in his throat. “Welcome Aya to the world,” you say, placing her in his arms the moment the two of you sat on the couch together. 

His breathing stopped the moment Aya was placed in his arms. She was tiny. Dabi didn’t know that humans came this small. He was scared of accidentally breaking her, and from the way you laughed, he could tell you knew. 

Dabi watched you closely as you taught him how to carefully bathe her, change her, feed her, and even burp her. He remembered the times your laughter would fill the air whenever Aya spit up all over him, or even the times her little body was able to create such a smelly masterpiece for him. 

He always thought he would hate being a father, yet here he was. Sleeping soundly with his baby girl.

Three months into having his baby girl were some of the best days of his life. Sure they were tough and going off practically no sleep was rough, but he wouldn’t trade this domestic life for anything. 

It made him feel like a normal person.

But all good things come to an end.

As Dabi strolled along during one of his scouting missions, his phone rang and vibrated in his pockets before he reached in for it. He really only had the phone, so you could contact him if you were in some deep waters, which he hoped would never happen.

To his surprise, it wasn’t you who called, but Hawks.

“What? You better have a good reason for calling, or I’ll-”

“It’s about (Name),” Hawks cuts off, “you better come quick,” and with that, Hawks ended the call, leaving Dabi’s thoughts unanswered. A small ping resonating in the air as Hawks left him with a single address.

Though Hawks’ call was brief and left a lot for Dabi to figure out himself, he knew it bad news awaited him. He just hoped it wasn’t as terrible as his thoughts led him to. 

“What was so urgent?” Dabi asked as soon as he stepped around the corner of an empty alleyway only to find Hawks’ red wings filling his sight. “Where’s (Name)?” 

As soon as your name left Dabi’s lips, Dabi could see the way Hawks’ feathers shifted before the winged man himself, turned towards Dabi, finally giving him the view of what he most dreaded. 

There you lay—eyes closed and chest unmoving. Dabi’s eyes widened before he ran towards your body, where thankfully, it rested on Hawks’ thick jacket and not on some dirty alleyway like this. 

“(Name)? Hey, wake up, I’m here,” Dabi tried, gently shaking your shoulders and brushing your cheek with the back of his hand. 

“Dabi,” Hawks started, voice strained, “she’s gone.” 

Those words seemed so unreal that if Dabi blocked them out of his head, then it surely wouldn’t be true. Stared at your limp body in front of him, it was all just a bad dream.

“I...I was with her during her last moments. I found her while on patrol, it was a gunshot wound,” he informed, watching Dabi caress your cheek. 

“I made sure she left peacefully, I talked about you to her.” Hawks tried, “and she smiled. She told me to tell you to take care of Aya for her.” 

As Dabi turned around, his eyes quickly focused on Aya, who was sound asleep in Hawks’ arms. Taking a step forward, Hawks placed Aya in Dabi’s arms before Dabi began quietly sobbing while clutching his daughter.

Hawks had never seen Dabi look so broken and desperate before and it was quite painful to see. Villain or not, Hawks never wanted anybody to go through this. 

“I’m sorry for your loss, Dabi.” 

Though the two weren’t good buddies in any way, they both had you in common. As much as it hurt to see you go, Dabi asked Hawks to take you away and give you a proper burial as you deserve. And Hawks didn’t bat an eye at his request. 

Giving you one last final kiss goodbye, Hawks lifted you in his arms, ready to take flight. “Hey,” Hawks starts, catching Dabi’s attention, “if you ever need anything for Aya, just let me know.” 

Dabi couldn’t help the slight curl in the corner of his mouth at Hawks’ words. “I don’t want to owe favors.” 

Hawks smiled back at the man in front of him, throwing his visor on, “You don’t have to worry, she’s in good hands,” and with that, his large red wings spread and he took flight into the air with you. 

And it was the last time Dabi would ever get to see you.

-

It had nearly been a month since you left—Dabi doing his very best trying to raise Aya as a single father. It was hard. No, more than hard. Being a single father to a three-month-old with no mother was the most challenging thing Dabi has ever done. 

And he was starting to doubt his abilities as her father. He was running low on money to provide for Aya and himself, and there would be days where she just wanted you instead, which would break his heart. 

Dabi felt like a failure; to you and Aya. 

As he cradled a drowsy Aya on his chest, Dabi glanced over at the fridge that held up a little note with an address written on it—the location you were resting at.

Hawks had sent that note to him, but Dabi had never mustered up the courage to come out and see you. He didn’t want you to see him like this, struggling to his core. Because if you were here, he knew he wouldn’t be struggling like this.

But for some reason, that note was calling out to him. 

Walking into the bedroom, Dabi began searching the closet where Aya’s dresses were hung up. Holding her small body in one of his arms, he went through each little outfit with a slight smile on his face. 

You loved shopping for Aya, and all of these cute outfits were the product of that. 

Taking a dress off the rack, he held it up before glancing down at Aya, “Do you think your mama will like this on you?” His low voice vibrated through his chest and onto Aya, causing her to open her beautiful blue eyes up at him.

She glanced over at the outfit before making a face, tears filling her eyes and Dabi immediately out the dress back. “Your mama always did say I had bad fashion sense.” he chuckled before searching for a new outfit. 

And did he find the perfect one. 

Setting Aya down on the bed, he changed her into the outfit before smiling at her once he laid eyes on her fully dressed little chubby body. Boy, did you and him make a cute kid. 

“Okay, let’s go. Mama’s waiting.” 

Before making his way to you, Dabi bundled himself up well in his wind breaker, mask, sunglasses, and gloves. He took the less populated route, but he couldn’t avoid everybody. Thankfully, Aya was able to distract them from the fact that they were beside a wanted villain. 

Dabi followed Hawks’ instructions on the note before finding himself in front of your grave as he entered the cemetery. His heart fell from the reality of the situation—being here in person just made it all the more real that you were gone. 

Placing the flowers that he got you down in the little holder, he let out a heavy sigh, “I’m sorry it took so long to come see you, (Name).” 

His eyes continuously read over your name engraved into your tombstone as he sat down with a heavy heart, “It’s so hard doing this without you, you know? Aya really needs you.” 

Dabi didn’t want to seem like he was complaining to you, never. He had a lot on his chest, and simply, he missed talking to you. 

He went on about his days and the new milestones Aya has been hitting, telling you how much you would’ve loved to see her smile. “She looks so much like you, it’s crazy. Even though she’s just three months old, I’m glad she does.” 

It was weird to Dabi how much peace this was bringing him. Yes, he knew you were no longer with him, but talking to you like this, being with you like this, made it seem like you never left his side. 

With a final sigh, Dabi leaned over and pressed a kiss on your tombstone, bring Aya closer so she could also mirror his actions, “I love you,” he whispered, brushing his fingers across your engraved name, “we’ll be back soon.” 

It was quite an experience there, a healing one. Dabi knew his struggles and knew that he needed to reach out for help, and talking to you gave him the courage to do so. He didn’t want to seem weak, but building this strength to ask for help, made him stronger than anyone else. 

So, Dabi walked until he reached a familiar place and when he stepped inside and the eyes of his old comrades focused on him, his shoulders softened. 

“Thought you’d never come back,” Toga said with a toothy smile as she ran over to hug her old friend, “sorry to hear about (Name).” 

“So, this is what’s kept you so busy,” Kurogiri states as he glanced down at the little girl in Dabi’s arms. A hand landed on Dabi’s shoulder and he turned and noticed those bright red wings of the pro hero, “It’s nice to have you back. (Name) would be happy to see you like this.” 

Though they may be seen as criminals from the outside view, Dabi knew these would love and support his baby girl with their lives—and that’s all that mattered.

[cultgambles]

Yeah She Bad Ain’t She

Why would I wanna keep her to myself

Dabi x Reader x Hawks

Wrote this in Hawks’ POV bc try new things. Enjoy! Also got inspired by some audios on gwa lol but what’s new.

Voyeurism, exhibitionism, public, threesome, mutual masturbation, one (1) gay joke, they/them pronouns for reader, afab tho

WC: 1794

Masterlist | Requests? open

The first time you step into the dingy bar of the LOV, you scrunch your nose at the smell. Cough into your fist, and scan the room with careful eyes. You see Tomura Shigaraki nursing a whiskey at the bar, Kurogiri behind it, Spinner chatting up Twice. Dabi is laid back on the couch, his arm slung around someone you don’t recognize.

“Hawks, our newest member!” Shigaraki says to the team. “Give him every hospitality.”

“Hey-yo!” you say, saluting leisurely as a greeting. Shigaraki introduces everyone, as if you don’t already know who everyone is. Except one person, the one cozied up to Dabi. They introduce themselves as [Y/N]. Someone you’ll have to research on later before you report back to the commission, which makes you sigh silently.

“Come sit! You’re in luck because tonight is movie night!” Twice says.

“Just tonight?” you ask, watching the rest of the members find seats around the small TV.

“Every Thursday!”

“What are we watching tonight?”

“Catch Me If You Can! About that American con artist,” [Y/N] says. “Pass me that blanket, would you?”

“Sounds interesting. And sure,” you say, tossing the Christmas themed blanket at them. You watch as they fluff it out on themselves and Dabi. You push over one of those lounge chairs and flop onto it. Shigaraki queues up Netflix and hits the play button.

About thirty minutes in, you hear [Y/N]. “Dabi, stop,” they whisper, smacking him on the arm lightly.

“What, I’m not doing anything at all.”

“Don’t act all innocent.” Out of your peripheral vision, you swear you see Dabi’s hand move under the blanket, ​​[Y/N]’s hand gripping his forearm.

“But don’t I make you feel good, baby?”

“Don’t ask stupid questions. The problem is everyone is here.”

“Not like we haven’t done something like this before,” he scoffs. “Look, we even got an audience.”

Your face flushes as you listen to their conversation. You barely hear a low groan from [Y/N]’s lips.

“Can y’all shut the fuck up? I’m trying to see what Frank’s gonna do!” Shigaraki fumes, whipping around. A look at Dabi. “Oh.”

“C’mon, boss, don’t pay attention to us, watch the movie,” [Y/N] says.

“This is free entertainment right here.”

[Y/N]’s hips jolt upwards. “You perv.”

“More moaning my name, less talking,” Dabi growls, ripping the blanket off [Y/N]. [Y/N]’s wearing a yellow sundress, that by now, is hitched up above their hips. Their panties are pushed to the side, showing their glistening sex. Dabi’s middle finger and ring finger disappear inside of them, his palm pressing against the clit roughly as he fingers them.

“I-Is this a normal occurrence?” you stutter, face turning the same color as your wings.

“P-pretty normal, yeah, oh, Dabi, right there!” [Y/N] trails off, grinding up for more friction.

“What can we say, we like to have fun here.”

By now, the other league members have turned around, movie be damned.

“How are y’all so casual about this?!”

“Don’t be like that, you’re having a good time too, bird brain,” Dabi smirks, eyes drifting to your growing erection.

“Shut the fuck up,” you snap. But he’s not wrong, both of them have got you so enamored. You hear the squelch and squeaks, the quickening of breaths.

“Dabi, I need you, need your cock,” you barely hear them whisper.

“Of course, doll. Lay down,” Dabi smiles softly, planting a kiss on their lips.

You don’t know if you’d rather be him or [Y/N].

[Y/N] slips down, horizontal on the couch. You eye Dabi as he stands straighter, nimble fingers unclasping his belt and pulling his cock out. It shimmers slightly in the TV light. He drags his cock along their folds, gathering wetness. He taps it against them. Without warning, he slams into them, both letting out a guttural sound at the sensation. His pace is slow, he’s gripping [Y/N]’s hips as a smack smack smack rings out as their bodies meet.

Somewhere behind you, you hear a zipper unzipping. You’re tempted to too, but would that be too soon? Must be, since this is basically your first official day here.

But you don’t deny how good [Y/N] looks taking Dabi’s cock. Hair splayed out, breasts moving under that sundress. You want to rip the dress off of them. Tt hold, knead at the flesh, and lick at the pert nipple. Your eyes travel down their body, where [Y/N] takes him in so nicely. How would they taste, you wonder.

And what about Dabi? Just the size of him could choke you out.

Dabi’s voice snaps you out of your reverie. “C’mon, man, if you’re just gonna stare at them, why don’t you play?”

“Nothin’ wrong with lookin,’” you trail off.

You so want to. Badly.

“Hawwwwkkks,” [Y/N] moans. “Let me taste you. Taste me. Whatever.”

“You heard them,” Dabi drawls.

One beat, and suddenly you’re up, fast as lightning. “[Y/N], let me take your dress off.”

“Okay,” [Y/N] lifts their arms as you pull the dress up over their head, revealing the tantalizing and smooth skin. You toss the dress somewhere to the side of you and rip off your gloves. You kneel beside them on the floor, slotting your mouth against theirs in an open mouthed kiss. Your hands sneak up, massaging their breasts and pinching the nipples.

You feel [Y/N]’s hand snake down your chest, and whimper as their hand grips your clothed cock. You pull away to bring it out. The tip is flushed red, a bead of precum forming at the slit. You stroke your hand down once, and move so your hips are flush with [Y/N]’s face.

“Nice dick,” [Y/N] and Dabi mutter at the same time.

“Jinx!” [Y/N] barks a laugh that soon turns into a moan at a particularly hard thrust.

[Y/N]’s tongue slides on the underside of your cock, massaging the vein there. Soon enough, it’s enveloped in their mouth and you fight to suppress a moan.

“Your mouth feels so good, baby.” [Y/N] hums, taking you in deeper. Their nose nuzzles the hair at the base of your dick slightly. They barely have to do any work as Dabi basically pushes them forward with each thrust. Dabi looks up at you with lazy eyes.

“Kiss me,” you plead, leaning in.

“That’s gay,” he says as he captures your lips with his.

You’ve never kissed a man before. He tastes like old cigarettes and mint. Your tongue slides against his teeth, and finally meets his tongue.

He’s got a tongue piercing.

How many piercings does this dude even have?

You jerk away without warning as [Y/N] does a particularly hard suck.

“Wanna feel their pussy?”

“I couldn’t.”

“Just because you’re new I’ll

let you.” Is this a trick?

You so want to.

[Y/N] pops off of you. “Dabs likes watching.”

“Does that even count since I’m also partaking?”

“I think so. Just get over here, I need your fat cock in my mouth. Not that yours wasn’t also good, Hawks. Just needs to be somewhere else,” [Y/N] says.

“Do it!” you hear.

Damn. You’re so wrapped up in these two, you forgot there was an audience. However, it seems that was the push you needed. You give the a-okay. Dabi nods, clearly pleased by your decision, and pulls out.

You trade places, [Y/N]’s hole flexing against nothing. You bring two fingers down to swipe at the wetness and run your tongue along the digits. You guide your cock in, letting out a satisfied moan at the warmth. [Y/N] squeezes your cock deliciously, and you almost want to come right then and there. You tell them so.

Your pace isn’t as brutal as Dabi’s but still elicits those sounds you're beginning to love out of [Y/N]’s mouth. A sick part of you hopes you’re better than Dabi, and that they will leave him for you.

Or maybe they’ll let you in again? How often do they do this sort of stuff, you wonder to yourself.

[Y/N] and Dabi are holding hands sweetly, their fingers brushing against his charred skin rhythmically.

Your hand moves to rub tight circles on their clit and you're squeezed impossibly tighter as a response.

“You gonna come, [Y/N]?” Dabi asks. “Getting sloppy there. Don’t bite, baby.”

“I’m so close,” [Y/N]’s voice dips off info nothingness at the end, mouth agape. They throw their head back as they move their hips against yours when your body meets theirs. “I want both of you to come inside of me.”

“Wasn’t gonna do it anywhere else,” Dabi chuckles.

“You want me to?” you ask.

“Yeah, fill me up good, Hawks.”

You glance at Dabi. He shrugs. Hope he doesn’t kill you for this.

“Oh shit,” you curse, feeling [Y/N] spasm around you and shudder.

You think Dabi comes at the same time you do. You slow to a languid pace, letting [Y/N]’s walls milk you.

“Good job, doll face,” you watch him lean down and peck [Y/N] on the forehead. “You too, bird brain.”

“Uh, thanks.” You pull out of [Y/N], and they wince at the loss. You tuck yourself back into your pants and [Y/N] wraps the blanket around their shoulders.

“Good show!” Twice says.

“Now let’s finish the movie,” Shigaraki huffs out.

“You have such a one track mind, Shiggy,” [Y/N] says, ruffling his hair.

“I’m just really invested.”

“Yeah, you were invested in us, too,” they say, looking down briefly.

“Oh shut up.” You catch a glimpse of his cock as he scurried to shove it back in his pants.

“See ya round, Hawks,” [Y/N] says, blowing you a kiss. They take Dabi’s hand in theirs and walk up the stairs at the back of the bar.

“Probably gonna fuck some more,” Spinner snickers.

You’re lucky your mic on the inside of your jacket just happened to die before you got up to some frisky business. This has got to be the weirdest thing you’ve been a part of: League of Villains just fuck as bonding activity.

Maybe you’ll keep this one to yourself. You wonder if they would ever invite you again.

[seijorhi]

Through the cold, I'll find my way back to you

Me attempting a multi-part fic?? More likely than you think! I wrote this fic because this blog started with Hawks and Dabi and kinda got a bit of traction with soulmate au’s so to me it made sense to post it for my first anniversary. I hope you guys like it! 💕

Touya Todoroki (Dabi) x female reader, Keigo Takami (Hawks) x female reader

TW canonical character ‘death’, a little angst and maybe a slight hint of dub-con (if you squint your eyes a little)

Part I, II

You’re eleven years old when your parents take you by the hand, sit you down on the couch and tell you that your soulmate is dead.

It doesn’t make sense. There’s a hollow ache inside of your chest like something important is gone but you were with Touya only yesterday. You had the rest of your lives together, you were gonna leave with him, start something better…

You feel empty and you can’t understand it. He can’t be dead, that’s not how it works. You find your soulmate and you get to ride off into the sunset. You get to be happy, everyone knows that.

But it doesn’t sink in until you’re kicking and screaming by his grave and Endeavor won’t so much as meet your eye and your parents are pulling you back because there’s no body.

There’s nothing left of Touya Todoroki.

And there’s nothing left of you without him.

—

They call it the bloom. A simple touch, the first from your soulmate’s hand, and the mark appears on your skin like drops of ink spilled into water. You’ve always thought it beautiful, the delicate black pattern imprinted on your wrist.

You can still remember the heat you’d felt when it happened. Not the burning kind you knew him capable of, but like the warmth of a fire seeping through you. And you remember the way those bright, blue eyes had widened as you’d tripped and fell, taking him with you. His mark was over his heart; Touya always was stupidly smug about that.

You were just kids. Angry and scared and lost, but you had Touya and Touya had you.

(Not that that counted for anything in the end. He still died alone.)

They say it’s rare to find your soulmate before adulthood, but you’d been one of the lucky ones.

Lucky.

The word tastes bitter on your tongue now. It’s not that you disagree exactly – even now, years after his death you’re glad that you had time with him. You would’ve been grateful for a minute, for a mere glance at his face. Two and a half years with your soulmate was a gift, but having him, losing him so young only meant that you had more years of your life to struggle on without him.

And sometimes you catch yourself staring at your mark, lost in thought. Touya was the one with all the plans, you were always just the tag along, happy to go anywhere so long as he was the one leading you. You wonder what he’d think if he could see you now. Not the Hero you’d let yourselves imagine, though you suppose you both knew deep down that was nothing more than a pipe dream for someone like you.

Gazing around your cramped, messy apartment, debating exactly how badly you need this shitty, barely-enough-to-scrape-by job, you can’t imagine he’d be impressed.

God knows your parents are disappointed, but that’s nothing new. The Quirkless daughter of two mid rank heroes – well, the only thing you ever had going for you was being Enji Todoroki’s future daughter in law, and everybody knows how that one ended.

But part of you likes to think that maybe Touya wouldn’t judge you too harshly for it. You’re doing the best you can. You’re surviving, all on your own, that has to count for something, doesn’t it?

There’s a text message awaiting you when you roll over and grab your phone.

Happy Birthday x

Natsuo never forgets. The rest of the Todoroki’s – you ceased to matter to them the day they buried an empty casket for their son. Natsuo’s the only one who bothers to check in on you, make sure that you’re keeping your head above the water. It’s usually just a message here and there, and he calls you on Touya’s birthday. And on the anniversary of his death.

It’s painful for him, but you suppose you’re the only tangible connection he has left of his brother.

You stare at the message for a moment longer, a strange feeling tugging at your heart. Typing out a quick reply, you set your phone down and fall back onto your bed, staring up at the ceiling with a sigh.

Today of all days, you’d honestly rather just roll over and let the hours pass you by, but your boss isn’t that forgiving and as much as you hate to admit it, you need this job.

The hotel’s already abuzz by the time you clock in, your manager’s jaw tight, a frown pinching at his face. As much as you don’t like him, you can’t exactly blame him for the bad mood – in less than three hours, the ballroom will be filled with a media circus and a plethora of pro heroes. Some big promotional event before the hero rankings are announced; you honestly don’t care.

It just means that everybody’s on edge, you’re gonna spend all day stuck in heels, smiling blandly while you serve people who won’t so much as look twice at you.

And then there’s the real reason you’re dreading today. 6’4”, blue eyed, broad shouldered, currently burning holes into you from across the ballroom while you carry around a platter of canapés. The last time you’d seen Enji Todoroki in person was two weeks after the funeral, and he’d ignored you entirely.

That was years ago; you weren’t even in your teens. Half of you had hoped that in his infinite arrogance and the complete lack of care he’d shown since his son’s death he would’ve forgotten about you entirely.

From the way he’s spent the last twenty minutes staring at you while bulldozing past reporters, though, you’re not feeling all that confident.

And for the life of you, you can’t figure out why your presence seems to be disturbing him so much, considering you’re really only there to serve and then fade into the background. It’s not like you’re chasing after him, demanding an autograph much less any kind of acknowledgement – you’re not exactly thrilled to be here either. Things work just fine with the two of you pretending the other doesn’t exist.

Does he think you’ve planned this? Some big ‘fuck you’ to try and mess with what you’re sure will be an announcement of his retainership of the number one position? Even while Touya was still alive, his father didn’t have a place in your life – he was off training his youngest, you barely saw him and you were glad for it.

While he might have hated him, some part of Touya still idolised him, craved his approval, but Enji had never been anything to you but a selfish, unfeeling monster. A bully.

But now he’s staring at you, slack jawed and wide eyed like he’s seen a ghost and it’s harder than you thought it would be to keep that smile plastered across your face knowing he’s watching your every move.

Your cheeks feels hot, and it only gets worse when you realise that Endeavor’s less than subtle behaviour is slowly but surely drawing attention from others in the room. A few curious reporters have shot you odd looks, heads cocked for a moment before dismissing you as just another waitress, hardly headline worthy.

The other heroes are less quick to brush you off. Mirko, current number five, elegantly clasping her glass of champagne in a gloved hand keeps shooting furtive glances between you and Enji, Gang Orca’s beady eyes following you across the floor, a flicker of what you’re fairly sure is concern maring his face.

It’s mortifying. Your smile is stretched and painful, your throat tight and you feel utterly exposed, but there’s nothing you can do. The flame hero doesn’t seem to care about the attention he’s drawing, or that with every passing minute it gets harder and harder for you to maintain that professional, customer service demeanour you need for this job.

And you’re beyond caring if he’s embarrassed to find his firstborn’s soulmate has sunk so low in his absence, you just want him to stop staring so you can finish your shift in peace. But it seems like the flame hero has other plans, because you’re just beginning to seriously weigh up your chances of keeping this job if you just up and walk off right here and now when Enji’s limited patience finally reaches its threshold.

He doesn’t bother offering excuses towards the poor reporter trying to pry an interview out of him, he just abruptly sets his drink down and starts stalking towards you. Rationally, you realise that with all these people here, he can’t make too much of a scene.

It’s just that even the thought of having to talk with him, to look into those blue eyes that are so painfully familiar yet wrong–

You can’t do it.

Not today.

And so you spin on your heel, stomach lurching. The silver tray in your hands stacked high with champagne teeters and falls, crystal glass shattering on the marble floors drawing gasps from the crowd. Endeavor calls out your name but you block him out, desperately weaving your way through the stunned mass of people.

Most of them give you a wide berth, likely due to the oversized hero barrelling after you. He calls your name again, louder this time. It’s not a scream, or a yell – it almost sounds pleading, though you can’t possibly imagine why. Endeavor doesn’t do pleading.

Your cheeks are burning; there’s too many people staring and hot tears begin to prickle at your eyes. A flash of red blurs past your field of vision and you start, a sharp squeak slipping out as a figure lands before you, blocking your exit.

Handsome with bushy eyebrows, dirty blonde hair messily brushed back and golden eyes gleaming; the hero in front of you would be impossible to mistake, even if it weren’t for the sweeping blood red wings sprouting from his back. Hawks, the current number two pro-hero and the only man standing between you and your fumbling escape.

Your body’s slow to catch up with your mind though, and as you try to stop, backpedal and side-step him at once your foot catches on your ankle. It’s instinctive, the way your arms fly up, wildly trying to catch yourself before you fall on your ass.

Just like you suppose it’s instinctive for him to rush forward to do the same.

It happens in a split second, your fingers brushing the skin of his neck just above the collar of his shirt, his hand grasping at your waist to steady you. Beneath his gloved hand a familiar burst of heat warms your skin.

Time slows to a crawl. The ballroom, all the gathered heroes and the press, your co-workers, they all fade into the background as your eyes dart to your fingertips, resting gently on the side of Hawks’ throat. There, a soft, inky black mark begins to unfurl spreading up to his jaw, disappearing below the collar of his turtleneck.

Over the quiet hum of the classical music playing in the background, you hear his breath catch.

He has you dipped, the two of you frozen as if in a dance and for a moment you dare to meet those piercing golden eyes. There’s a clicking sound, a camera shutter you distantly register, but while it makes your heart jump, Hawks pays it no mind.

He stares at you with impossibly wide eyes; open, vulnerable and raw.

And then he blinks, and that glimpse is gone, his grip tightening as he slowly sets you right. He doesn’t let you go, however.

“Hawks,” Enji’s tone is low and gruff, a warning this time.

Tension, thick and crackling with electricity hangs in the air between the three of you, amplified by the crowd of onlookers. All those journalists, chomping at the bit with the realisation of a juicy story playing out right in front of their eyes. Your name’s called out again, not by Endeavor, but by the reporter he’d cut off before – eyeing you now with an eager leer that has you recoiling back into Hawks’ embrace.

It’s enough to jerk the winged hero into action. His mouth finds your ear, his thumb sweeping soothingly along your side as he speaks low enough for only you to hear.

“You wanna leave, baby bird?”

You don’t remember nodding, but you must have, because in the space of a single heartbeat Hawks has you hoisted up in his arms, those powerful wings spreading wide – and you’re flying.

—

“I don’t think I have a job anymore,” you laugh drily, staring down at the city lights twinkling on the horizon.

Beside you, Hawks snorts in agreement, “Hell of a way to make an exit, though.”

He’s not wrong. You can only imagine what the tabloid headlines will say tomorrow ‘Pro Hero sweeps hotel waitress soulmate off her feet’ ‘Hawks mates for life; Endeavor jealous?’ Even if by some miracle your boss wasn’t intent on firing you on the spot, you’re not sure you can even bear to show your face there again.

It’ll be a pain though, trying to find a new job while your face is plastered across every less than reputable news outlet.

Perched atop the rooftop of Hawks’ hotel, halfway across the city, the wind ruffling gently through your hair, everything feels… surreal almost. It’s your birthday, and instead of crashing through the door of your apartment, exhausted and aching before falling face first onto your bed and not moving for the next few hours, you’re here. With the number two pro hero. Who, incidentally, is your second soulmate.

Having more than one soulmate, it’s not unheard of, just… rare.

And your hand’s entwined with his, his gloves long since discarded, his fleece lined jacket draped over your shoulders. Touya’s mark, long since blossomed across your inner wrist lies starkly between the two of you, unignorable.

“It was his son, wasn’t it?” he asks eventually, breaking the fragile silence as he toys with your fingers. When you nervously risk a glance up, Hawks doesn’t look angry or upset or even that jealous. Those golden eyes study your face with an odd kind of curiosity, but there’s no trace of resentment there. “Touya, the one who died. He was your soulmate.”

It’s not a question, but you find yourself nodding anyway. A part of you’s almost surprised he put it together so quickly, but you guess being a pro hero of that calibre requires a little more than just having a strong quirk.

“I’m sorry,” you murmur, because what else can you say?

You can’t possibly imagine how he’s feeling right now, what thoughts are running through his head. You’d accepted a long time ago that while you’d love Touya Todoroki until your dying breath, he was gone; that chance of a fairytale happily ever after going with him. Another soulmate wasn’t something you’d ever considered, much less wasted time longing for.

And yet here you are, another mark inked across your skin and it feels wrong somehow, yet also completely right. Imagining being on the other foot; putting yourself in Hawks’ shoes – a pro hero soulmated to some insignificant, quirkless waitress, and not only that, but finding out she has another soulmate, somebody she loved before you, a ghost of a memory you’ll always be competing against… you honestly don’t know how you’d feel.

“Look at me,” he whispers, calloused fingers coaxing at your chin. Heart thrumming like a hummingbird's you comply, letting out another soft squeak as Hawks takes the hand still entwined with his and lifts it to his neck, right above his mark.

He smiles, nuzzling into the touch as your breath stutters. “You’re mine, aren’t you?” Again, you find yourself nodding without even really being conscious of it. It doesn’t seem to matter to Hawks though, whose smile widens at the sight of it. He leans in closer, his breath fanning across your face as molten pools of honey drink you in. You wonder if he can feel the way your pulse is racing under his touch, mixed emotions warring inside of you as he cups your cheek.

“And I’m yours. That’s all I care about, baby bird.”

He’s drawing you into a kiss before you can even comprehend the words, soft lips moving against yours. Gently at first, but that sweetness gives way to a burning urgency as he pulls you closer, holds you tighter.

Hawks kisses you like your lips hold salvation, and it’s frightening and thrilling and it feels like every nerve in your body is electrified when his teeth catch at your bottom lip and he moans your name.

There’s some part of you that realises that you’re moving too fast – soulmates or not he’s practically a stranger – but as you break for air, panting and breathless and Hawks looks at you with those burning, beautiful eyes; you’re helpless to resist.

“Keigo,” he tells you as he lays you down on his bed, crawling up between your thighs with a gleaming, hungry smirk that’s nothing less than predatory, “Call me Keigo.”

[plush-rabbit]

Intimacy and Vulnerability In A Different Form

Request: Can I please request for some angst with Shigaraki, Hawks and Dabi. Their S/O acts like she enjoy choking but she feels like it’s what she deserve (basically triggering some suicidal/depressive thoughts) so they’ve always thought she liked it until one particularly rough session she started breaking down and begging them to kill her and they found out about her depression. Sorry if this is against the rules, I’m not sure what you don’t write for. But kinda need this in my life rn. Angst+Fluff and aftercare please!!!

Warning: self-harm mentions, suicidal thoughts

A/N: I hope you like it!! Take care of yourself and remember to do the best that you can to take care of yourself and if you can, take your meds!!

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Dabi:

His hands are heavy around your neck, a pressure that makes it harder to breathe and even harder to think anything coherent. His lips are bitter, the taste of alcohol lingering on his tongue and his smile presses itself against you in soft kisses. Dabi hovers above you, and as pleasurable as this all should be- the attention that he gives to you and the words that usually makes your body tremble- it’s only making you sick. The pressure tightens and all that can flash through your mind is the horrible mistakes of your past, every wound left open and salt poured on it as his words reach your ears. You aren’t sure what makes this night different compared to the others but your own hands are placed above his, your eyes squeezed tight as you press your hands down on his.

At first, he thinks nothing of it, believing it to just be you simply telling him that you want more pressure but as you continue, your face burns. Tears tracing down and marking you, your moans jumbled out and sounding so pitiful that he stops immediately. Your lips move, words slurred and are told out of order and he knows that something is wrong. You mumble something about wanting to die, and he pulls his hand away from your neck and your own hands that replace where his hand used to be. Your hands curl around your neck, scratching and pulling taut at your skin and you’re left sobbing as he stares down at you. His hands are soft, curving around your wrist and holding them together, watching as you rest against his bare chest, your tears slipping down his skin and burning against his scars.

He isn’t sure what to do. He’s unable to figure out if he should outright ask you what’s wrong but between your sobs and mess of words, he figures that that isn’t wise. The only thing that he can do is hold you close, let his hands rise in heat and rub them against your back, hoping that the motion will soothe you. He has you against him, crying and he knows- or at least has gathered enough information- to decide that you do indeed want to die. You lay against him, crying and letting your emotions get the best of you and he is unable to do what he should do, but yet, he stares at you, looking around the room hoping that the answer will be written on the walls. But, it's just him and you and a wall with chipping paint. There’s no answer to this and he isn’t good at playing therapist, and the most he can offer is a simple question of “are you okay?” even if it’s obvious that you aren’t.

While he isn’t good at sorting things out and giving advice, he is good at listening, taking things to heart and paying attention to the small details. He listens to you talk about how you have your own bad habits- you hand threads with his when you say that- and that sometimes you wish that something or someone would end your life so you didn’t have to do the dirty work. He knows enough about that to nod his head and hold your hand tighter. Your lips brush over the swell in his chest and you rest on his lap, your body shaking with the aftershocks of your sobbing, and your face still wet with tears. He listens well when you talk, nodding his head and squeezing your hand to show that he is still listening to you and his lips press against your head.

The last thing that Dabi wants is to hurt you. He doesn’t want you to see him as something that can only bring pain and destruction; he wants you to view him as a person. He tells you in a whisper that anything rough is out of the question, he doesn't want this to happen again. He tells you that he’ll be with you because he wants to be and that you two can still remain intimate but he won’t hurt you, he doesn’t want to be the reason that you cry. His hands are gentle as they move you away from him, his hand holding your jaw and his eyes linger to when a tear touches his thumb. He kisses the tip of your nose, his smile lazy and he offers a shower- just something to get rid of all the tears and sweat. It isn’t a permanent solution, but it’s the best that he can offer and he’ll stay true to his word, not wanting to go against our trust and safety. There’ll be another conversation about your mental health, but only when you’re more coherent and less in a negative state.

Shigaraki Tomura:

It’s already a dangerous situation to place yourself in with Tomura- his hands around your neck, his focus already diverting to pleasure rather than focusing on you. It’s times like these that he regrets not remembering where he placed the half gloves. His entire being is centered around death, his hands clawed and already so close to closing, the air becoming thin and harder to catch and you’re left with burning tears in your eyes. Your lips meet his in a desperate kiss, straining your neck and making his hands close tighter around your neck. A part of you wants for it to hurt more, for his hands to close around your neck and squeeze until your lips are cold and he’s over your body. You call out in a croaky voice for him to tighten his grip, placing your hands over his and begging for his to close his fist. It’s getting harder to breathe and your vision is dotted in black, tears fall and catch on his hands and your moans have turned to cries. His hand loosens around your neck, his movements stopped and he carefully removes his hand away from you.

The air is tense in the room. Your cries echoing around and he stares down at your body as it closes around itself, your arms hugging your crying form. He carefully crawls beside you, clenching his teeth when the bed creaks under him, his body careful to not touch yours. Beside you, he sits, his back propped by pillows and his lips bitten as he calls your name. He isn’t sure what he’s hoping for in a response- he knows that the answer he wants is unrealistic given your state and he isn’t sure whether he can touch you or if that would lead you to spiral down. His hands catch at a piece of your hair, rubbing the ends between his thumb and index finger. He calls you once more, nudging his leg against your body, hoping that you’ll at least give him a sort of reply.

You give an odd sort of sound- something stuck between a cry and a hiccup- but he takes it. He leans over you, brushing away the stray hair and tears, grabbing at a shirt and cleaning your face with it. You hold his hands with yours, your palm over the back of his hand, the cloth pressed against your face, the warmth of his palms warming at your cheeks. He turns over to lie beside you, his chest against your back and his lips pressed over a bruising spot on your neck. You both lay in silence for a long moment, his hands sliding down until they curve around your stomach, his nose pressed against the back of your head as your cries turn into whimpers. He whispers words of comfort- telling you that it’s okay, that he’s stopped, and letting you just cry as his hands circle around your abdomen.

He asks you what happened, his lips pressed against your neck, his hands still and his words are solemn. He doesn’t know what set it off and he isn’t aware of what he should say and a part of him thinks that it’s his fault. He asks if it was his fault- that maybe he triggered something or something else that he doesn’t know what happened. Your confession about your state of mind makes his body go pale, a shiver running down his spine and his hands curl around your stomach. You make it a point of telling him it wasn't his fault- he hadn’t known, it was something that you kept as a secret. Your hands hold his, your face dry with tear stains still lingering against your face. After the sudden outburst, your tone grows drowsy, eyelids heavy and breaths deeper. He can sense that you’re growing tired, that the outburst took a lot of energy and he moves to grab at a blanket, letting it rest against your waist until you’re ready to move it closer to your body.

During the entirety of your relationship, Tomura has always put your wellbeing as a priority; he wants to know that you’re safe and healthy and when you confess about your issues, about how your mind works against you, he asks you to turn around. He holds you close, allowing you the option to look at him or hide your face, and he speaks slowly. He isn’t going to be the one that brings out painful memories, he’s going to be here for you. Perhaps, he won’t be the best at it, but he’ll do what he can, he’ll offer to listen and to talk, he’ll offer you snacks and hold you when you need to be held. He’ll try and that’s the best he can offer. For now, you’ll rest against him, your body covered by a blanket as he keeps you close, letting his arms wrap tight around you.

Takami Keigo:

A caring lover, Keigo takes great pride in giving in to your needs, wanting you to feel heard and seen during acts of intimacy. If you want his hands around your neck, then he’s willing to do it for you. His face will be pinched, a string of curses hissed under his breath as his hand tightens around your neck. You’re under him, a cloud of negative thoughts forming into a storm, your stomach twisting and churning with every move, your eyes closed tightly and yet, the pressure against your chest isn’t enough, the way that he has his hand wrapped around your throat simply isn’t enough.

It’s a simple bad day turned worse with sex. Despite the act of intimacy and the enjoyment that you derive from it, your thoughts scream loud, drowning out anything and you’re simply just tired. You beg him with a choking voice to tighten his grasp and he does, pressing his forehead against yours for a moment, pulling away with a crooked grin. He doesn't realize what you want- that it isn’t tight enough for you, that you’re pleading for more and that you want him to close the gap until you’re heaving and gasping for air. You beg for it to be tighter and the most that he offers is a squeeze around your throat before he loosens. His hand pulls away as you start to cry, his face falling into a frown as your words are slurred between each cry, your hands covering your face, taking deep breaths with a bitterness that lingers on your tongue.

He ground you, grabbing your hands and lifting you up, his wings pushed back in an attempt to make you feel less crowded. You’re crying, your body trembling and chest shaking with every breath, as he tries to calm you down, asking you to mimic his breaths and tell him the colors on the bed sheet. He’s desperate, fear thick on his words and his hands wanting to hold you but he refrains. His voice is steady as can be, hesitation on the end of his words but nothing like yours that trembles and breaks with every sentence. He’s a hero, he knows what to do, how to calm those who are almost seen as being uncontrollable. He gets your breathing back to normal, holds your knees and has you play with his hand, the lines and calluses traced and touched under your jittery hand.. He lets you catch your breath, your body shaking and tears slowing down into heavy drops.

You open your arms, hands curling close in an attempt to ask him to come closer. He follows, wrapping his arms around you, and bringing you close to him. Careful as ever, he makes sure his wings are extended, careful to not wrap them around you nor him, wanting you to have as much space to breathe. Your hands roam around back, clinging to his shoulder blades, the tips of his feathers teased with your fingertips. His voice is calm, letting you start the conversation or choosing to save it for later and focusing on you right now. You move him and he is putty in your hands, molding into whatever you need him to be, leaning against the headboard and holding you close, feathers twitching restlessly as you lean on his chest. His hands circle back around you, his chin on the top of your head as you start to speak. He lets you take your time when your voice starts to crack, his presence nothing but soothing.

It’s difficult to listen to you talk so negatively about yourself and to know that the rougher stuff introduced during acts of intimacy were more of a punishment rather than something for pleasure. Keigo is patient in listening to you, holding you close to him and kissing your knuckles as you talk and go further in detail. He won’t push you to do things that are outside of your comfort zone and would prefer for you to take your own pace and come into realizations for yourself. He’s your partner and he’ll help you as much as he can, but he isn’t good at taking care of himself and can often find him going further than what’s good for you. He talks to you and runs his hand down your spine, moving around until you’re side by side, his smile almost pained. It’s a minute before he rises, holding you close to him and leading you to the bathroom, turning the water on and letting you stand under it, his hands covered in white fluff as suds cover your body, his body close to yours.

[gaysimpsstuff]

Hawks With a Reader Who Tics

Genre: angst, fluffy fluff, 

Reader Pronouns: none

Other: This is based off of my tics, which usually only occur when I’m super stressed, and they’re all pretty simple. Just slapping my thigh, making a clicking noise, and general neck wanting to not be on my shoulders. If you want something more generalized, or something more along the lines of Tourrete’s Syndrome I am more than happy to oblige. Also this is totally self-indulgent so if no one else relates to this that’s fine.

Warnings: mentions of past teasing, reader cries, tics, shitty parents, cursing burnt toast and burnt bacon (the food not Dabi)

Taglist:  @smolchildfangirl @yuu-anon @poke-txts @combat-wombatus  -----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

You had been going out with the Number Two hero Hawks for about two months now, and things were going great! No weird clicking noises or head-jerking or arms wanting to smack your thigh or random shouts of the word ‘yummy.’ You were beginning to think that maybe all your weird (an)tics had disapeared.

You’d never been more wrong.

Okay maybe you’ve been more wrong at times but still you were wrong.

All it took was one shitty day. Co-workers being assholes, Karens being Karens, but worst of all was a phone call full of bullshit from your parents. That was all it took for your body to start moving on its own. And not in the good way, the way that causes you to make weird clicking noises, jerk your head around like an owl, smack your thigh and repeat the word ‘yummy.’ 

Okay, you could deal with the clicking noise and the random yummy outbursts but all the more physical things? You really didn’t have the patience to deal with it. Which resulted in you leaving work early, complaining about being sick while masking as much as you possibly could to your boss.

And finally, you were home. And free to just let your tics do whatever the fuck they wanted until they wore themselves out. You hoped this wouldn’t be the type to last over a day, because that happened sometimes, and it was so annoying.

But you forgot something, something very important. You’d planned with your boyfriend to meet up and watch movies at your place. You were just lounging around half naked when you got the text that he was on his way.

“Fuck shit!” you rushed to get decent, knowing that all you could really do was put on a shirt, pants, and half-hazardly brush your hair before you heard the doorbell ring. “Alright Y/n you can do this.” you muttered. “It’s Hawks, he’s chill, you can stay calm and click still around him. Th- this’ll be easy! Suuper click click easy! And If you do tic, no problem he won’t hate you or make fun of you or break up with you! Just gotta go out there and face him, easy peasy... orIcouldrunawayandfakemydeathandlivemycottagecoredreamwithablindcatohhhyeahthatsoundssomucheasier*.” you shook your head (bad idea, you ended up hitting your chest really hard) and forced yourself out of the bathroom and to the front door, quickly ushering your boyfriend in.

“Baby bird! I haven’t seen you in person in forever!” he exclaimed. You sighed, looking up at him and immediately relaxing. Your boyfriend was so pretty, so kind, so perfect. Nothing could get in the way of a nice relaxing night.

“You saw me three days ago.” you deadpanned, holding back a click.

“It felt like forever!” he complained, walking in and shrugging his coat off. He was still in his hero costume, so he must’ve only just gotten off work. He folded his coat and put it on the little table next to the door, alongside his goggles and headphones.

“You aren’t injured?” you asked, checking his arms and face for scratches, then glancing at his wings to check their size. How many feathers had he used today?

“Baby don’t worry, I’m okay. Today was pretty chill. I only needed to use my wings for like- three things today. What about you? How was work?” you stiffened, praying you wouldn’t betray yourself.

“Eh it was okay.” you shrugged nonchalontly or however the fuck you spell it. Hawks raised an eyebrow at you. 

“You know I can tell when you’re lying.” you gave him a forced smile, ignoring how your heart sped up. 

“W-what are you talking about?” Stuttering. Of course you were stuttering. It wouldn’t take much longer before you simply couldn’t mask anymore.

“Dove, tell me what happened, I’m your boyfriend I want to help you-” he stopped talking when he saw how your hand was bouncing against your thigh, striking it hard.

“Fine- I’m I’m I’m F-fine fine!” you exclaimed, head jerking backwards. Hawks blinked in confusion.

“What was that?” his voice rose in concern. Tears were brimming in your eyes as you flinched away from his touch. You didn’t say anything, only grabbing the back of your neck to forcibly hold your head down. Even when you ticked you could just hold yourself back.

“Baby, talk to me, you’re worrying me.” Hawks took another step forward, and you just stepped backwards again, whimpering.

“N-no! No no!” you cried. Hawks stared at you with wide eyes, fearful. Suddenly he relaxed. 

“Hey, it’s gonna be okay.” his tone was different this time, soothing, sweet, it was exactly the kind that would make you relax. “I’m here, I’m gonna help you. Can you move your hands for me, Babe?” 

Slowly, your moved your hands away from your neck, immediately your head tried to dislocate itself, and a sharp stab of pain shot up your spine. 

“OW!” Hawks opened his arms, still giving you a kind look.

“I know, I know it hurts.” he whispered. “Just come here, let me hold you.”

Hold you? When you were spazzing out like this? What if you hit him? What if you hurt him badly? What if he never wanted to see you again?” What if-

You ran into his arms, sobbing. You felt something soft tickle the back of your neck. A feather. He rubbed your back soothingly. Rocking the two of you back and forth as you cried against his chest.

“S-sorry! Sorrysorrysorry!” you yelped when your arm smacked his side. 

“Shhhh shhh baby it’s okay.” He took your hand, gently moving it towards his face. Bad idea. You jerked your hand out of his grip, sniffling. 

“Do-don’t do th-that- don’t do that. I’ll hu-hurt you. S-sorry.” he nodded.

“I understand.” he murmured, taking the two of you to the couch. He kept you close to him, feathers covering your body to try and help you relax. It was nice. He was warm and his voice was soft. You felt so... heavy. You closed your eyes, cuddling against him, close as you could possibly get before you finally fell asleep.

You slowly opened your eyes, the smell of bacon filling the air. You blinked a couple time, realizing you were in your bed. You sat up, groaning. Your neck felt so sore. 

Click click

Ah, right. The tics were back. You thought back to yesterday, eyes widening as you remembered what happened. Hawks. He had come over hoping for a movie and cuddles, hoping for a break from taking care of people, and you’d ruined that with your stupid tic attack. How long had he stayed with you? Did he stay awake to make sure you didn’t tic in your sleep?

You ran out of your room, grateful you were still in your cozy movie party clothes. In the kitchen, Hawks had two plates on the counter, both with scrambled eggs and two slices of toast. Bacon was sizzling in the pan. 

“Good morning, Dove! How are you feeling?” he asked, a soft yet tired smile on his face.

“Hawks! Hawks oh babe I am so so sorry about last night!” you exclaimed, your fingers twisted and curled around each other as you hoped to find comfort in the movement.

“Don’t be, it’s okay. I made breakfast, look! I may have burnt the toast but you’ll be fine with that, right? Baby?” he cocked his head to the side, noticing your expression.

“Y-you sure it’s okay?” you asked softly.

“Yeah! Was this the first time you had muscle spasms?” He sent a feather towards you, tickling your nose before circling around and rubbing at the back of your neck. You felt yourself on the brink of tears again at the soft gesture.

“No...” you murmured. “But I haven’t had them in a while I- I thought they were gone.” He nodded, humming.

“What triggers them?”

“Just- general anxiety and bad thoughts...” you mumbled. 

“Alright. If you ever start ticking again, just call me. I’ll swoop in and help you. I’m pretty sure it’s hard to get stuff done when your body moves without you.” he flashed you a bright smile.

“Doesn’t it... weird you out?” you asked. “I could hurt you... I could accidentally break something I- I-”

“Baby.” you looked up at him. He took a step towards you, cupping your face into his hands and pressing a kiss to your lips. “I’m here for you. I care about you so I’m going to do everything in my power to make you feel comfortable. It’s my duty as hero, but more-so as your boyfriend.” you sniffled, nodding.

“Baby?”

“Yes, Dove?”

“You’re gonna burn the bacon.”

“SHIT!”

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*orIcouldrunawayandfakemydeathandlivemycottagecoredreamwithablindcatohhhyeahthatsoundssomucheasier 

Translation: Or I could Just run away and fake my own death and live my cottage core dream with a blind cat ohhh yeah that sounds so much easier

[nights-legacy]

Trading 3 angrys for 1? - Bakugo Katsuki

   Help and Hide Series. Bakugo Edition

   Kirishima Ed.  Denki Ed.  Todoroki Ed.  Deku Ed.  Shinso Ed.  Iida Ed.  Aizawa Ed.  Tamaki Ed.   Hawks Ed.  Dabi Ed.  Shiggy Ed.

     + You are a student at UA and the whole class is on a field trip in Tokyo. On a free day, you all went out and you ran into to old “friends” and things go south. While trying to get away from them, you spot the token hot head of the class and decide to take your chances with this angry person over the angry people chasing you and are you pleasantly surprised. 

Note: My first My Hero Academia imagine!!! Let me know it you want a part two of this and I was thinking of making this a headcanon type for some of the other MHA/BNHA guys too. What do you think??

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      “Over here Mina! I found those little things you’re obsessed with!” I called over to the pink skin girl.

       “Yay! Lemme see! Lemme see!” She came barreling over and nearly ran into me and the table. I rolled my eyes and chuckled. She squealed and call Jirio over to show her. I walked over to another street vendor. Our class was on a field trip in Tokyo and we were given a free day. Everyone agreed on going out and seeing the scene.

       “Ah! Don’t throw squid at me Kaminari!” I heard Deku scream and laughed at the context before turning to see said electric boy chasing the broccoli with a squid arm. I burst out laughing, holding my stomach. I shook my head before wandering farther down the street.

        I was originally from Tokyo before I moved to attend UA. My family are not insanely rich but we are well off. My parents own a house in both Tokyo and Musutafu as well as vacation homes or condos in different parts of the world. I wandered away from most of the class and I really wish I hadn’t.

      “Oi! Lookie here, dudes. It’s Lee’s younger sister Y/N.” A chill went up my spine as I froze from the familiar voice. I slowly turned around to see my older brother’s former three best friends with wicked smiles on their faces.

      I hadn’t seen them since my brother cast them out of his life. He found out that they were bullying me behind his back for god knows how long and immediately cut ties with them. He only found out because I missed covering up an unmistakable wounds from their quirks. He was mad at me for not telling him but was more concerned for me in the long run.

      “H-hey g-guys.” I stuttered, mentally berating myself for being so scared. I’m training to be a Pro-Hero for god sakes! I tried to steel myself against the incoming assault but couldn’t help but inwardly shake.

      “Aw. Is wittle Y/N scared?” Kei, the leader of them teased. “Well you should be bitch!”

     “You cost us advantage with your brother!” Haru yelled as he jerked forward, grabbing my bicep hard. I yelped and he shook me. “Shut up.”

     “We could never…‘talk’…to you about it because Lee never let us near you again. And it became even harder when you went off to that Hero school. You didn’t even give us a chance.” Kei gave me a smirk when he said talk, meaning something completely different the actual definition. “We could have worked things out.”

      “In more ways than one.” Aaron eyed me up and down. “You sure have grown up, little sis.” Kei rolled his eyes and hit him in the chest hard. Aaron looked at him offended while Kei just gave him a ‘really’ look.

      “I’m sure we could have but…” I gulped as I saw Haru activate his laser quirk. “I really have to go right now.” I pointed behind me. “Gotta catch up with the rest of my c-class.” I tried to pull away but was pulled back hard. I looked at them with fearful eyes.

      “Not just yet, bitch!” They laughed and looked at each other amused. I looked around at the people around us. There are not too many people close so I decided to use my quirk. I have a light and shadow quirk.

      “I really have to go.” I said in a firm voice. They looked at me surprised and I gave them a blinding flash. The grip on my arm immediately disappeared and they all covered their eyes as they yelped. I took off running back in the direction of the rest.

      “Get back here!” Kei yelled. I obviously ignored him. I ran and avoid people easily with my high agility. I stopped to take a breath and see how far they were behind me. At first I could only hear them and other people yelling at them but I saw them finally a ways back.

      “Shit, shit, shit.” I mumbled looking around for anyone I knew or something to hide behind. I finally caught sight of Bakugo a few yards away. I bit my lip and wondered if it was worth asking the angry Pomeranian for help against the anger musketeers. When I saw the three close I didn’t think twice. “Ah!”

      I ran over to the explosive boy and quickly grabbed his arm, dragging him over to the close by building.

     “What the hell!” He screamed at me. I flinched but looked back towards the others.

     “Sh, sh! Please, shh!” I tried to shush him but he growled at me.

     “What the hell do you think you’re doing you damn strobe light?” I wanted to giggle at his nickname for me but there was no time. I caught sight of his hoodie around his waist and ripped it off of him. “Hey!”

     “Please, just…I...ah!” I saw them closer now. I yanked the hoodie over my head and made sure the hood was up. I then did the unthinkable without even thinking. I grabbed Bakugo by the collar of his shirt and backed up. My back him the wall and I pulled him close and into kiss before he could even protest.

      “Wha…” He mumbled against my lips, hands falling tense on both sides of my head. He tried to pull away but my grip was vice.

     “Where is that little bitch! I am going to beat her to a pulp when I get my hands on her.” I heard Kei growl from right near us. “She will be so messed up that she won’t even be able to go to brother to rat this time.” I whimpered against Bakugo’s lips and my grip on his shirt tightened. I felt Bakugo stop fighting me.

     “I say we don’t even let her be able to do anything at all when were done with her.” Haru chipped.

     I don’t know what happened but Bakugo relaxed and leant into me. He moved his hands so one of his forearms rested next to my head and the other moved to my hip. What shocked me most is when he started kissing me back. We slowly started to actually kiss each other making the scene more authentic.

     “Come on, let’s check this way.” Aaron said and I heard them move on only slightly, more focused on the man kissing me then the men who were chasing me. I expected Bakugo to pull away as soon as they were gone but it seemed like he moved in even closer, continuing our soft make out session. We only pulled away when we both ran out of breath.

    “Wow.” I said was gasping for the breath he stole. I saw a small smirk grace his lips. “I think they’re gone now.” I whispered. Bakugo chuckled at my comment.

      “Yeah.” He rasped out before leaning back in, starting another make out session. I don’t know how long we were here but we were only brought back out when we heard a chorus of surprised yells come from Kami and Kiri.

     “Woah! Bakubro! L/N! What’s this pleasant development?” Kami asked while adding kissing noises on the end of his question. Bakugo pulled away and dropped his head a little groaning.

     “Dudes! I didn’t know you had a thing for each other!” Kiri exclaimed. :That’s totally awesome.

      “At least there’s someone out there that can deal with your angry ass, Bakugo.” Kami teased.

      “Shut it you damn extras!” Bakugo yelled over his shoulder. I giggled. He smirked when he turned back to me. He reached up and pushed the hood down and pulled my hair from the hoodie, brushing it out lightly with his fingers. He suddenly placed his hand at the juncture of my neck and pecked my lips. “Keep it on.”

       “Okay.” I said softly. He smiled for real before throwing an arm over my shoulder.

       “Come on you idiots! Let go find the rest of our dumb class. It’s getting close to time to head back.” We started walking and they conversation quickly changed comments. As we walked by an off shot of the street, I flinched when I heard their voice again. I felt Bakugo pull me tighter against him and rub his hand up and down my arm in comfort. He leant down to whisper in my ear. “When we get back to the hotel, I want to tell me what just happened and what those douchebags did to you. Is that okay?”

         “Yeah, that’s okay.” I whispered back. He hummed and smiled before pecking the side of my head and nuzzling my hair. I almost got whiplash by how soft he was being to me but reveled in this side of Bakugo that I was quickly beginning to love. Well, more than I already loved this explosion boy. He just didn’t know that yet.

[kirishimas-manly-eyeliner]

➶ WHAT MAKES THE MHA BOYS BREAK (PT. 2)

pairings: mirio togata, tenya iida, katsuki bakugo, aizawa shota, tomura shigaraki, dabi, hawks, mashirao ojiro, tamaki amajiki

warnings: hinting anxiety/anxiety attacks, reverse comfort, also tamaki’s made me cry so have fun lmao 

part one with mezo shoji, tokoyami fumikage, hanta sero, izuku midoriya, shoto todoroki, eijiro kirishima, denki kaminari, hitoshi shinsou here!

WHEN YOU COMFORT THEM THE MOMENT THEY BREAK DOWN: MIRIO TOGATA, TENYA IIDA, KATSUKI BAKUGO

MIRIO TOGATA

there was no way that mirio was completely fine after everything that had happened to him

he had lost his quirk, experienced a battle that could result in permanent trauma, and he lost nighteye-- the leader and hero that he had looked up to for so long

but when you told him that it was okay to be strong all the time, mirio had broken

he broke for the first time in what felt like years

“don’t worry a-ahbout me!” 

the saddest part about it?

he was smiling through his tears not even a few moments after his grin broke

his lips were trembling, his eyes were red and his entire body was shaking with suppressed sobs, but he had an unwavering smile.

and that... that was heartwrenching to look at.

his smile fell, his body trembled and he let out a strangled sobbut for some reason, this-- none of it had shown a single trace of weakness. it was a way of him to express very human emotions and reactions as everyone else could.

he wasn’t disappointing nighteye in anyway-- more of showing respect by letting it all out to be able to show genuine smiles in public

how come such human emotions were labeled as good or bad?

“i let him down,” mirio gasped, “i let him down, i hurt him, i could have saved him, and-”

“hey, it’s okay, you’re going to be okay. it’s just me baby, it’s just me,” you cooed as you wrapped your arms around him. “shhh, it’s just me. you’re okay.”

mirio’s hands trembled as he gripped tight onto you

his chest was getting tighter as he burst into struggled breaths. he was just so... tired.

a million thoughts zipped through his head at once, but he just had to calm the storm for a while in your arms

TENYA IIDA 

it was right after the accident in hosu city, and everything, everything had gone wrong

even though he didn’t show it at first, he felt used as an advertisement for hatsume, and then losing in a battle with todoroki and felt like he was thriving on dumb luck

he just wanted to make his brother proud, that was-

-if he could, anymore. 

he felt so weak for letting himself feel this way, his head racing and chest heaving as he struggled to breathe

letting your guard down will just make things worse. tensei wouldn’t want this.

tenya’s body visibly trembled as he let out a shaky breath in his dorm room, thinking everything over in the darkness

“iida?” you asked, knocking on the door.

immediately, his demeanor changed as he shifted over to a braver face. 

“hello, y/n!”

just breathe. they’ll be gone sooner or later. breathe.

“why are you up this late at night?” he asked.

“i was just checking in on you, but i should be asking you the same question, sonic boy,” you grinned, until you noticed his hands trembling.

and for some reason, that hurt you. his face was.. so put together with a brave smile, confident eyes, and his head held up high and posture straight and firm

but when you saw his hands trembling and an odd shifting in his chest, you knew something was up

“are you okay?” you tested the words. 

tenya tried. he tried so, so hard to smile and affirm with a confident, “yes!”

but he couldn’t.

“i-i’m not- i’m not sure-,” his voice broke into a whisper. 

“i don’t know.”

you melted into a hug next to him as you took a seat. “hey, you can tell me anything, okay? it’s okay not to have your guard up all the time, it’s not weak to show emotion. just- if you want, can you tell me what’s been going on?”

tenya took a shaky breath and pushed up his glasses. “of course, thank you for asking, i will.”

KATSUKI BAKUGO

after his fight with deku, all of the willpower left in him to hold himself together disappeared 

katsuki had been exhausted after a long day of fighting, not just physically, but emotionally

he had tried to keep his head high for as long as he could, but the moment he went to his dorm room, he just... broke.

angry tears released and he choked out heavy, strangled sobs as he pounded his fist to the ground in frustration

katsuki cursed towards whoever was there, until he found you standing behind him

he was too tired to argue.

“the fuck are you doing here,” he grumbled.

“is something wrong, 'suki?” you whispered. “i was just coming by to drop off your water bottle, you left it during hero training,” you examined his face. “are you- are you okay?”

he loved you, he really did-- but today just wasn’t a good day. “mn-no,” he managed to say.

his chest was heaving and his eyes seemed to be searching the room, as if looking for an exit.

you noticed the dark circles around his eyes and the way his lips trembled. had he been crying?

you slowly cupped his face in your hands, noses touching as you two shared breaths, inhaling and exhaling together

katsuki was too tired to pull away. 

he felt so weak.

you could hear katsuki’s breath shaking but slowly dying in volume as he held him tighter

“hey,” you said softly, brushing your thumb across his cheek. “you’re gonna be okay ‘suki. you’re gonna be okay.”

they’re pitying me.

“this?” you said, holding his bruised hand up and motioning towards his trembling figure. “this isn’t weak.” you said, as if reading his mind. “this is strong. this is brave. being emotionally vulnerable is one of the most courageous things anyone can ever do, and you are so much more than that, m’kay?”

he nodded in response. even though he didn’t express it that well, he thought of it 

WHEN YOU PROMISE TO STAY: TOMURA SHIGARAKI, HAWKS, DABI

DABI

everyone shut up i love him

all that he’s ever wanted and asked for in life was for someone to notice him for who he genuinely was, to be free to do whatever he pleased

it was late at night and you two were outside, the moon illuminating in the darkness as you slid against the wall of the city in the back of the building

“anything interesting happen?” you asked, staring up into the moon

the night was young and it had been a rough, terrible day at work for both of you, even though you had separate jobs and shfits-- the only thing that pushed you forward everyday was being able to meet with dabi right after, at exatly 11pm. 

sure, you did it every day, and it shouldn’t have been that impactful-- but for some reason, somehow, everything about talking to him was so... exhilerating. 

he didn’t reply.

“uhhm,” you shuffled nervously toward him. “dabi, you good?”

he let out a shaky exhale, which was odd.

hold the phone.

no, really, someone hold the phone because it was ringing

“oh, sorry, one sec,” you rushed, hurrying to answer. it was one of your co-workers. “hello!”

“uhuh. yeah. oh, cool... got it, mhm, be right ther-”

you noticed how dabi’s body language immediately changed as he turned around and crossed his arms gently over his chest and stared into the sky.

this really, really wasn’t like him. 

something had to be wrong.

“uhm, on second thought,” you said. “does tomorrow at... noon work for you? i have plans. yeah. mhm, sorry not tonight. yep, bye!”

dabi’s eyebrows furrowed, but he didn’t look at you. “who was that?”

“one of my coworker buddies or whatever. they wanted to have a drink with me, but i said no.”

“why’d you say no?” he deadpanned.

“uhhhm, well, you certainly don’t seem very... how should i say this, at your fullest?”

“but why?” dabi said. “you meet with me every day, and going with your friends is probably a lot easier than this. what’s so different about it..?”

you thought carefully as you shrugged casually, gently leaning your head against his shoulder. “if one of my closest pals were down, i couldn’t just... leave them like that. and even though i know you won’t tell me what’s wrong, i just.. i just don’t want you to feel alone, you know? like everyone in your life has left? and i- i don’t want to do that to you.”

even though dabi stayed relatively quiet for the rest of the night, 

just know that was the day he fell in love with you.

SHIGARAKI

nightmares were the worst. 

for the record, he didn’t get them often, but when he did, and actually reacted to it... they ended up terrible

he gasped, grasping at the air for his mother’s embrace only to be met with nothingness

he clawed at his skin as his breath hitched, trying to control himself

“tomura?” you asked. “...are- are you okay?”

“get away from me,” he trembled. “i’m a... i’m a monster.”

you furrowed your eyebrows in concern. “hey, hey, c’mon. what’s going on-”

“leave me alone.”

his sudden change in tone made you jump as you stepped back and you watched his figure tremble. 

“shigaraki.”

“if something’s wrong, don’t sugarcoat it. if something’s wrong, please, for the love of the world, tell me, okay? i just- i just want to see you... maybe..”

“what?” shigaraki deadpanned. “happy? satisfied? content? joyful? you people all want the same thing.”

“hopeful.”

shigaraki looked up. 

“i want to see you hopeful, m’kay? so just... please. you don’t need to tell me word-for-word, but-- if you need something, i’m here.”

he was not going to cry. nuhuh. no way. no way was he going to start crying. 

you wrapped your arms around him before he cautiously hugged back, letting himself slowly melt into your embrace, his satin gloves against your clothes

“hey. i promise you, i’m never going to be leaving. no matter how much you mess up, no matter how terrible you may feel-- you mean the world to me. please hold on just a little longer.”

HAWKS

it wasn’t supposed to happen until later, when he was actually able to get home and prepare himself for anxious feeling in his stomach to finally settle

but noooo, his mental state really just said yolo

so here he was, reliving his entire childhood with memories that he’d pushed down for so long, about to snap in a matter of seconds

“keigo~!”

your familiar voice rang through his head. 

he just wanted to be held by you.

the most beautiful part about being with hawks his that he genuinely didn’t care about his pride around you. he wasn’t insecure of what you thought of him. he didn’t freak out or try to act like he was fine when you were with him, because... why would he need to? 

so instead of putting on a brave face and getting scared of your voice as if being anxious was a crime, he melted into it.

“hey angel, i got you some food at the-”

“y/...y/n,” his breath hitched. your voice, that you often said you were insecure about-- was his safe haven. he felt safe when he heard your voice and let himself crumple. he didn’t have to worry about putting his walls up, because it was just you.

beautiful, loving, kind you. 

his love was something special that he gave to no one else.

“k-keigo!” 

even though you were far from him, your bags in hand and everything, you immediately dropped them and ran to your boyfriend

“hey, hey, baby, what’s going on?” 

he stood directly in front of you, his head down and not saying a word.

you let your breathing sync with his as you reached out to hold his hand, when he threw his arms around you before his trembling body was held in your embrace

“-hey,” you said, shocked by the sudden embrace, before you hugged back, slowly, rocking him back and forth. “you’re going to be okay.”

“you don’t have to tell me anything, just-- focus on me,”

“i’m never leaving you, okay? no matter what you do, you’re still going to be my hero.”

and hawks decided on that day that out of anything else in the world, you meant the most to him. 

WHEN YOU TELL THEM THAT THEY MATTER: TAMAKI AMAJIKI, MASHIRAO OJIRO, SHOTA AIZAWA

TAMAKI AMAJIKI

useless. useless. useless.

why wouldn’t his stupid quirk activate before? why couldn’t he be more optimistic? why was he always thinking about something else? why couldn’t he ever stay positive and cheery like everyone else?

how was everyone else so strong?

but laying in a hospital bed, in complete silence and vulnerability...

that scared him.

tamaki blinked back the sudden tears that prickled against his eyes-- nuhuh, no way was he about to cry when so many other people had it worse, no way he was going to break down when nighteye was dead, he was not about to cry if mirio could be strong and so many other people had it worse, and-

“tamaki, snap out if it!”

your cold hands cupped his face, as you stared him directly in the eyes. “what are you doing?”

tamaki jumped back at your sudden question. but for some reason, the way you said it wasn’t angrily, more like... a statement? a question? as if you were asking are you okay?

tamaki shook his head. “i don’t... i don’t kn-know..”

get away, get away, get away.

your hands brushed back a hair from his face as you crouched down in front of him, your hands still helping him cool down. they rested gently on his scalp and along his face as you felt his breathing grow uneasy.

“listen,” you began slowly. “i’m not saying you need to tell me what’s going on, but... i just- i have a feeling that you’re not doing okay. and i know that because no one was ever really there for me back then, so if you want to say anything--”

“--i’m here for you.”

tamaki crumpled then as he let the tears fall.

his entire mask shattered as his breath hitched, trying to hold back the sobs but only came out as strangled breaths. 

“hey, hey, hey, you’re okay, you’re okay.” 

you held up his chin and rocked him back and forth, slowly. “just because other people seem to be going through bigger things doesn’t mean that you should invalidate your problems. if something’s hurting you, that’s enough of a problem to take care of it.”

tamaki began to shake as he suddenly clutched onto you, his body trembling as he nodded. 

what would mirio, nejire, nighteye, fatgum-- what would they think of him now?

“whatever is going around in your head right now will all quiet soon, i promise you, ‘mkay?”

“it’s okay. it’s okay. you’re okay.” 

AIZAWA SHOTA

“you didn’t eat,” you said, staring at the takeout that was left in its packaging. 

you heard shota mumble under his sleeping bag. “i’ll eat after.”

“after what?” you said back from the kitchen. 

you weren’t exactly mad at him, you could say-- it was more of disappointment, maybe? concern? he had always been so concerned about his students that he forgot to take care of himself-- no wonder why he was so angry lately. 

(and no, it wasn’t his resting face, he was genuinely burnt-out the last couple of days and it wasn’t getting better.)

“shota, come on,” you said softly. “or else i’m taking your sleeping bag away from you.”

aizawa’s head emerged from the bag, the light from the laptop giving a lovely display of his eyebags. “oh?”

he smirked, even though he seemed so drained.

“yes,” you said, pointing your nose up in the air and crossing your arms. “and you better go eat before i take it away.”

aizawa raised an eyebrow, but obliged.

you watched him eat, but he kept his laptop on the table the whole time.

he was looking through the profiles of all his students, and that was-- insane

despite how much had happened to him, he always thought of someone else first, putting everyone else above him.

“you’re going to overwork yourself,” you finally said. 

“amazing,” aizawa sighed back. “had no clue.”

“oh, c’mon,” you egged. “you matter too, ya know.”

you noticed how tense his shoulders were, how his gaze was fixated to the screen and the way his veins were protruding from lack of sleep, and how red his eyes were.

sure, most of the time, this was normal-- but you just had this gut feeling that something was wrong.

“i suppose you’re not wrong,” aizawa ventured. “but sometimes, you realize that students make up most of the world. i want them to grow..”

his gaze on the screen broke.

“and for them to know a world of love and kindess, not-- whatever this is.”

you looked at him before wrapping your arms around him and kissing his forehead. “but they have a teacher who works so hard already, and you-- you deserve a break. you’re always working so hard, and you have to remember that you matter, too, okay?”

you smiled sadly. “i need to go to work, but please finish the takeout for me, hmm?”

he never told you this, of course-- but yeah, he thought of your voice every time he wanted to take a break. he never forgot the words you said. 

MASHIRAO OJIRO

being forgotten was something that came way too easily for him.

everyone in class 1a was so good at everything-- they all either had good looks, a nice voice, talents, a cool quirk, technique, charisma, and he?

ojiro felt like he didn’t have anything.

but what did it matter, right? being the forgotten one was fine to him, at least. he was able to take time for himself. 

...kind of.

he was heading back from ua into the dorms, walking alone when he realized it started to rain.

picking up his bags, he ran, putting them under his shoulders so that they didn’t get wet-- it wasn’t a long walk, but it was a lot to have to run back and make sure everything stayed dry

“wait!”

ojiro turned around to find you, carrying your backpack in the air and waving your arms. “slow-” you panted, “down! god, where’d all the rain come from??”

he chuckled slightly, until he noticed your bag getting soaked, and before he knew it, ojiro called you over and said he could carry your bag

“are you sure?” you asked, in-between breaths. “i doubt you can carry both-”

ojiro laughed and waved his tail like a hand. “i can carry it.”

your face lit up. “thanks! okay, now let’s run back, c’mon.”

you two ran as fast as you could, trying not to slip as the rain began to pour even harder against your backs. 

but when you opened the doors to the dorms and your bag was completely dry, ojiro smiled.

(also y’all he’s an underrated king DO Y’ALL KNOW HOW PRECIOUS HIS SMILE IS?? PLS-)

“thanks,” you grinned. “your quirk is actually really cool. not just for keeping stuff dry, but uh, thanks. i appreciate it.”

something inside of him made his heart swell. 

“really?” ojiro asked. “do you really- is that true?”

he didn’t want to get his hopes up too quickly, but the way you nodded proudly and affirmed it was something he could never forget.

“yeah!” you said. “just because you’re not flashy as other people doesn’t mean that you’re a plain, boring person, you know that? you’re actually really cool!”

“huh. thanks,” he noted-- and don’t worry, he walked back into his dorm room with a grin on his face the whole time.

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