#dabi x fem!oc

[thesakuragarnet]

On The Clock (His Ocean Eyes smvt spoiler oneshot)

Summary: A k!nktober oneshot for His Ocean Eyes; takes place after the LOV and the MLA join forces but before the Paranormal Liberation War Arc. Dabi decides to make his girlfriend forget about all the other shit.

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Non-Spicy Tags: heavy smvt, Dabi X Fem!OC, Dabi X OC, swearing, alterante canon/fix-it-fic oneshot, His Ocean Eyes spoilers, light fluff/romance, established relationship, making out, pre-paranormal Liberation war arc

Word Count: 2,619 words

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Spicy Tags: k!nktober, over$timulat!on, vag!nal f!ngering, 0ral s3x, cunn!l!ngus, s3rvice t0p Dabi, d0m Dabi, n!pple play, f0replay, multiple 0rgasms, squ!rting, 0ral fixation, dom/sub undertones

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It started out as any other ordinary day at the Gunga Mountain Villa. Dusk Ryuuzaki was going over paperwork in one of the many offices. She hated it. Shigaraki had told Skeptic to delegate hands-on duties, and Dusk was handed a stack like she was some fucking secretary. The only reason she was actually following those ridiculous orders was because Dabi hadn’t been at that meeting. If he had, the stack would’ve been incinerated, and Skeptic would’ve given them both an earful. Dusk was in her villain costume, sporting a zip-up, dark purple, leather bodysuit with a short, black, faux fur coat and chunky-heeled leather boots to match. She fumbles through the stack of papers, clearly growing more frustrated by the second, when her boyfriend of four years walks in. Touya Todoroki closes the double doors and locks them, eyes scanning the room for Skeptic’s cameras. His eyes fall to one hidden within the leaves of a fake plant in the corner, and he saunters over, not bothering to be discreet as he shoves the lens facedown in the artificial soil before melting the camera entirely. However, Dusk hardly looks up, focused on her work, barely registering Dabi’s presence.

“How was the Violet Regiment meeting?” She mumbles, immediately recognizing her boyfriend’s gait and familiar smell with her draconic Quirk. 

“Boring. Unproductive. The usual,” Touya replies dryly with a yawn as he grabs the edge of one of the rolling chairs in the room, dragging it over beside his girlfriend.

“I was kinda wondering why you weren’t there,” He mutters under his breath, almost sounding like he’s irritated, but Dusk ignores it. 

“I would’ve been…had a certain bastard not given me all these shipment orders to double check,” She grumbles, and Dabi’s eyebrows furrow. 

“The weirdo’s got you doing grunt work ?” He rasps incredulously, crossing his arms over his chest as he scoots the chair closer, looking over the papers in her hands. “Couldn’t one of their stupid army members do it?”

Dusk shrugs, trying her best not to complain about it. She didn’t want Touya to start trouble…and with Skeptic of all people. Touya growls something under his breath as he sits up straight in his chair, running his thumb over the staples in his wrist. Finally, Dusk slams down the stack of papers, startling Dabi.

“UGH! I’M SO FUCKING SICK OF THIS! I DIDN’T SIGN UP FOR THIS! ALL OF IT IS A BUNCH OF FUCKING NUMBERS! I’M AN ORIGINAL LEAGUE MEMBER, AND HE DOESN’T TAKE ME SERIOUSLY!” She loses her cool for a moment, raking her fingernails through her long, dirty blonde hair. 

“I don’t even care enough to pay attention. I don’t even know how to properly do this shit,” She huffs, crossing her arms over her chest. 

“I’ll tell you what, babe,” Dabi sighs, turning his chair to face her before swiftly hooking his heel around the leg of her chair and spinning it around to face him. “How about I make you forget all about those stupid numbers?”

Dusk blinks, swallowing hard as she stares into Dabi’s shimmering blue eyes. She knows that look all too well. The half-lidded primal stare that he usually gives her before he fucks her brains out…except…his eyes are softened at the corners. He’s looking at her the way he did before they became full-fledged villains. Before they had to get used to a life of real crime with real consequences…consequences that involved snuffing out souls when necessary. It’s a look of pure, unadulterated devotion, thinly laced with obsession. A look that she now only received in the morning when she would wake up next to him and right before they went to sleep. 

“I don’t know if one of these stupid underlings has a Cupid Quirk, or if I’m just being needy, but I can’t get you out of my head today,” Dabi smirks, cupping the side of her face and gently stroking her cheek with his thumb as he leans forward, ever so slightly looming over her. Out of pure habit, she leans into his touch, and a gentle smile plays at Dabi’s lips.

“Had you been at the meeting with me I don’t know if I would’ve been able to control myself. Might’ve played with you under the table a little bit…unless you wouldn’t want that…would you?” He croons, voice low and teasing, and it makes Dusk tremble; her face flushes. Ever since they joined the League of Villains, Touya’s attitude had changed. He adapted this devious persona rather quickly, only letting Dusk really see his true colors. But, when he found out how much she liked “Dabi”, he decided to put that new image into practice a bit more when he wanted to make her blush. 

“Use your words, princess,” Touya grins, bringing his hand from her cheek to rest on her chin and tilting it up toward him; Dusk gulps before nodding. 

“Maybe I’d pull you into my lap…and just start kissing you…make everyone watch,” Dabi whispers, and the thought gives Dusk goosebumps. As if on cue, he grabs her thighs, pulling her into his lap and connecting their lips in an amorous kiss. Dusk melts in his embrace, arms delicately draping over Dabi’s shoulders as she kisses him back. Their lips fit together so naturally, almost like a puzzle piece. Touya prods at her mouth with his long, stitched tongue, making her whimper, and he grips her hips tighter. Dabi drinks in her taste, her touch, her smell…everything about her as he caresses her, his mind fogging with pleasure and love. Maybe there was someone with a cupid Quirk roaming around the base, but Dabi didn’t care. He’d loved her and wanted her for years…before they were villains. They didn’t try to keep their relationship a secret…after all…they’d been dating since before he took up Giran’s offer. Dusk whispers his real name between kisses…she loves saying it. It sounds so beautiful to her…almost as beautiful as the person it belongs to. Touya groans, lips moving to graze her neck as his hands dance up her sides, pausing just below her chest. 

Without warning, he scoops her up, grabbing her by the ass as he wraps his arms underneath her, lifting her up as he stands. He walks over to the low fireplace mantle, setting her on it before reaching up and slowly unzipping her bodysuit. He looks like he’s salivating as she shrugs her coat and bodysuit out of her arms, revealing her turquoise bra. 

“God, you’re so beautiful,” Dabi slurs as if he's drunk off pleasure. He reaches around, unclasping her bra and pulling it free. Before Dusk can even fully sit straight up, he’s already cupping her breasts, massaging her nipples with his thumbs as he bites his lower lip. She gasps, leaning her head back against the wall as she feels carnal need stirring between her thighs. 

“ Touya ~” She moans softly, whispering his real name breathlessly as the ecstasy starts to boil within her. Something twitches inside Dabi when he hears her, and he brings his lips to her nipple.

Dabi groans around her tit, trying to fit it entirely into his mouth as he sucks on her flesh, unnaturally long tongue lapping at her nipple. Dusk sighs, breaths coming out hot and heavy as she arches into him, trying to push more of her breast into his gaping maw. 

“ Fuck ,” Dabi growls, hand grasping at her breasts as he suckles, cock throbbing in his pants. He wants to claim her so badly…but…he can wait. Dusk’s eyes roll back into her head, breaths coming out as shrill moans. Touya’s teeth pinch at her, gently tugging with deliberate tenderness. His tongue swirls, tending to her hardened nipple as he stares up at her with glowing, heavy-lidded eyes. His hands drop down, pulling at the sides of her bodysuit, and Dusk immediately takes the hint. She pushes him off and kicks off her bodysuit; Dabi gets on his knees as he pulls off her panties. 

“You gonna be a good girl and ride my dick tonight?” Dabi hums as he spreads her legs, bringing his lips to her clit; he cringes internally at his own words, but he knows she likes it. She adores the overwhelmingly dominating facade that he puts on for her most of the time. 

“ Fuck , yes,” She whimpers back, and her reaction makes a smug laugh bubble in his chest. 

“For now, I’ll just let you ride this tongue,” He chuckles darkly before he licks up and down her slit.

“You’re so fucking delicious ,” Dabi moans into her sex, and Dusk completely surrenders, fingers running through Dabi’s charcoal hair, holding on for dear life. Dusk instinctively rolls her hips, wrapping her ankles around the back of Touya’s neck and locking him in. The fiery villain melts, eyelids fluttering as he starts devouring her like he’s starving. The lewd slurping sounds are hidden beneath the overbearing A/C system that clunks in the wall, but, if anyone stood at the door and listened, they’d definitely hear the two going at it. 

Dabi’s sapphire eyes gaze up at Dusk’s jade emerald ones, ensnaring them in a heated, unbreakable stare as his tongue slips inside her with ease. Dusk gasps, fingers twisting in his hair, making the corners of his eyes squint as he winces. Still, he doesn’t change his rhythm, and he doesn’t stop. He’s going to make her come until her brain is numb if he can help it. His tongue massages her insides, drinking in her flavor. Pleasure starts stirring in the pit of Dusk’s stomach, burning between her thighs and pooling in her lower back. She focuses on the sensations as Dabi pulls back, swallowing briefly before he starts sucking on her slit, slipping two fingers effortlessly inside her dripping pussy. He swirls his tongue around the pulsing pink bud, curling his fingers to try to reach her G spot, satisfied groans muffling in his throat and vibrating against her flesh. Dusk squirms and writhes on the mantle, growing desperate as her face reddens. Dabi’s unoccupied hand snakes up her bare body, dancing up her stomach and splaying out in the middle of her chest, fingers spreading and trying to massage the sides of her breasts as he continues suckling. She’s getting close…he can tell by her stuttering breaths and the way she pulls him closer. Her sweet voice shrills higher and higher, and she comes the second Dabi asks her to. He reaches up, clasping his hand over her mouth tightly as she screams his name, twitching as he continues to devour her overstimulated cunt.

“God, I can’t ever get enough of you,” Dabi groans as he continues to lap up her slit, suckling on her clit. He’s obsessed with everything about her. Her touch. Her taste. Her scent. Her body. Her heart. Her mind. Everything. He’s so fucking obsessed…and so is she. Dusk continues to blubber behind his hand, spit soaking his fingers as she whimpers and moans, pleading for more and saying his name. He throbs every time he hears it. The name that only she knows to call him. It drives him fucking wild. It makes him want to make the sweetest love to her…and at the same time, rail her until neither of them can think. 

Dusk’s mind swims with pleasure, her brain completely overloading as moans tumble out of her mouth like a waterfall. Touya doesn’t stop, determined to wring every possible orgasm out of her body. Her thighs tighten around him reflexively, practically suffocating him, forcing him to briefly come up for air before he dives back into her folds. Her body floods with ecstasy, back arching as Touya ghosts his fingertips over her nipples and passionately plants lewd kisses between her legs. His breath comes out hot and heavy as he drags his tongue flat against her slit, pausing once he reaches the throbbing pink nub and teasing it with the tip of his tongue. Tension boils inside her once again, bubbling up and up and up along with her high-pitched sighs. Without warning, the climax wrecks Dusk all at once, and she opens her mouth to scream, only for Dabi’s raised hand to clasp over her mouth once again. The moment it happens, Dabi gets even more aggressive; he laps her up until she’s squirting, and his voice rasps with a gravelly groan as he swallows the sweet fluid. Dusk is shaking now, completely overcome with emotion and physically drained from the sheer strength of her orgasm. Finally, Dabi pulls back, licking the slick from his lips as he gazes up at his lover. 

“You alright?” He sneers, pulling his fingers out of her cunt and his other hand away from her mouth, wiping the mix of fluids on the bottom of his shirt. Dusk bites back another wanton moan as she catches her breath, inhaling and exhaling from her nose as she comes down from the ethereal high. Dabi raises his eyebrow, repeating his question before he kisses her knee and looks her in the eyes. His expression softens when she nods.

“Easy, baby,” Touya whispers, a hand resting on her thigh as he bends down, sliding her panties up over her ankles and helping her back into them. 

Dusk blinks, head still swimming with fog and bliss. 

“W-what? What are you doing?” She stammers, looking at the obvious stretch in the crotch of his jeans as he stands up.

“I’m just fine for now, baby. Don’t worry…I’m fine with being patient until tonight. I just thought you needed a little stress reliever…and I missed you,” He replies thoughtfully, helping her back into her body suit before slipping her bra over her shoulders.

“You’re waiting on sex all the way until tonight?” Dusk clarifies, still a little confused. Dabi usually didn’t have a problem with a quickie in one of the PLF offices. “Is something wrong?”

Dabi smiles and shakes his head as he zips up the dark purple leather, halting just below her chin.

“Not at all…I just…figured it might be more fun if I wait until the end of the day,” He grins, cupping the side of her face with his hand and bending down to give her a gentle kiss. Dusk’s breath hitches, closing her eyes as she softly kisses him back, draping her arms around his neck as he picks her up off the mantle and sets her on her feet, slipping a hand around her waist as he deepens the kiss. Dusk can feel how aroused he is when their bodies meet, albeit with their clothes as barriers. There’s so many things he wishes he could do to her right now…but he has a schedule to maintain today. The first thing he’s gonna do is stop by Skeptic’s office and scare the bastard for treating his lover like a disposable lackey. He’s got more meetings later in the day…a long itinerary of garbage he was given during the meeting this morning…which is why he wanted to see Dusk during his little window of free time. He shudders as he forces himself to pull back from the kiss, staring down at Dusk’s blissed-out expression. She still has stars in her eyes, and it makes warmth bloom in Dabi’s chest. He kisses her swiftly on the cheek before whispering in her ear:

“Meet me in the bedroom after dinner…we might have to get a new headboard after I’m done with you.”

Dusk’s eyes widen, and without another word, Dabi winks and strides out of the office.

[with-my-calamitous-love]

thinking about shouto naming his first son touya. hear me out.

he has a lot of really complicated feelings towards his family, specifically his eldest brother. he never really knew him as a brother, more so as a murderer or a villain. any chances he had to truly know touya and not dabi had been burned away in the ashes of their childhood.

he wishes he could have done something. maybe he could have had a brother. (rip natsuo but you get what i mean)

he’s laying next to your swollen belly, his hand just gently resting overtop feeling the life inside. when he brings up the name suggestion to you, you’re quick to point out the obvious- that touya was, in fact a criminal, an arsonist, and a murderer. and shouto understands that better than anyone. however.

he doesn’t want to name his son after a criminal. no, not at all. he wants to name his son after his brother, the memory of who he was before the world ruined him. he wants to remember touya todoroki, the boy who just wanted to please his father, who was so excited about his quirk, who probably did love his family, even just a little bit.

he couldn’t save touya. he couldn’t save the life that could have been. and he’ll never fully forgive himself for that. but if he can’t save his brother, he’ll save his name.

he’s determined to.

[doumadono]

Warnings: blood, mentions of decomposition, violence, mental & physical abuse, toxic relationship, gore, nakedness, merman!Dabi, female original character, original characters, descriptions of murders and drowning, smut (p in v, oral - f & m receiving), manipulation

Summary: Miyaka, a young woman driven to the brink by a domineering and aloof husband, resolves to end her life in the lake near her husband's estate. Little does she realize that one quaint encounter will irrevocably alter everything, reshaping her understanding of herself, and blurring the boundaries between reality and the inexplicable

Word count: circa 12.1k A/N: I'm delighted to have had the opportunity to take part in this captivating even created by talented @candycandy00 It was my maiden voyage into the world of horror writing, and I genuinely hope that you find my contribution enjoyable. A huge shoutout to my merman specialist, @crystalwolfblog – her unwavering support and expertise were instrumental in shaping this story!

It was an enchanting night.

She stood at the edge of the great lake, its inky waters reflecting the dim glow of the moon like a mirror tainted with despair. Her heart, heavy with the weight of an unhappy marriage, throbbed in her chest, matching the rhythm of her labored breaths. Tears welled up in her eyes, and a lump formed in her throat as she gazed into the blackness of the abyss before her.

The night was eerily silent, save for the distant croak of a lone frog and the rustling of leaves in the chilling breeze. She shivered, not from the cold, but from the darkness that had consumed her entire life. A long, white, flowing dress clung to her trembling form, a stark contrast to the beauty of the night. It felt like a shroud of misery, concealing the bruises and scars that marred her body.

She had been married to a man she loathed, a man who had wed her solely for her parents' substantial dowry. He was possessive, controlling, and violent, and every day with him was a torment she couldn't escape. As she looked down at the scars on her palms, she could hear his voice in her mind, venomous and cruel. "You're mine, and you'll do as I say," he would snarl, his eyes filled with a possessive rage that chilled her soul.

Tonight, as she stood by the lake, she knew she had reached the precipice of her despair. The moon's silver rays bathed the water in an eerie glow, and she found herself muttering out loud, as if trying to rationalize the unthinkable. "I can't go on like this," she whispered to the inky depths before her, her voice a hollow echo in the night. "There's no escape from this torment, no end to the pain he inflicts upon me."

Her fingers brushed against the bruises on her neck, a painful reminder of her husband's merciless grip. The darkness seemed to envelop her, offering a macabre solace, a release from the relentless agony that had become her life.

A sense of dread washed over her as she took a step closer to the water's edge, the lake beckoning with a malevolent allure. She could hear the echoes of her own pleas for help, trapped within the walls of her loveless home. She had no one to turn to, no one to confide in, for he had isolated her from all those who cared about her, even though there weren't many of them.

Tears streamed down her cheeks, and sobs wracked her body. The weight of her misery threatened to drag her under, deeper into the cold abyss. Her mind was a whirlwind of torment, and she continued to speak her sorrow aloud. "I just want the pain to stop," she murmured, her voice quivering. "I want freedom from this living nightmare."

Meantime, claws, like daggers forged in the abyss, pierced the tender flesh of the fish, snapping it asunder with the ease of breaking brittle twigs. Delicate bones shattered, their lamenting cracks akin to dried leaves crumbling beneath a malevolent force, as the ichor of life spilled forth in crimson tendrils, vanishing into the dark, ravenous depths. Razor-edged teeth, like shards of obsidian, tore through the delicate meat, rending it into fragments devoured by the insatiable monster.

This lake, embraced by a shroud of old woods, lay in proximity to a quiet city, a deceptive guise for an ideal feeding ground, or so it would seem. Elders strolled along its shore, seeking solace in the serenity of its waters, while children harbored dreams of frigid immersion, and clandestine encounters found their haven amidst the trees. Yet, the reality proved far bleaker.

Touya had ventured here in the hopes of a bountiful feast, having expended immense effort to navigate a subterranean passage connecting the vast expanse of the open sea to this secluded lake. His rewards were meager, a pitiful array of minuscule fish, native to these forsaken waters.

Resting on the lakebed, his lithe form culminating in a shark-like appendage, he contemplated a return to the boundless sea, where sustenance was plentiful. However, his sharply pointed, fin-like ears detected a peculiar disturbance, both auditory and visual.

The cacophony of a loud splash rent the silence, an intrusion too substantial for a mere fish or woodland creature's leap. Touya's senses honed in on the source, identifying an anomaly—an unmistakable human presence.

Swiftly, he propelled himself towards this enigma, only to discover a form cloaked in a long, flowing white gown, gradually succumbing to the lake's murky abyss. Drawing nearer, he seized the delicate ankle, hauling the figure closer for examination.

Fortuna's fickle favor had delivered a woman into his grasp, and while the prospect of her tender flesh stirred his primal hunger, an audacious notion overcame his instincts. The thrill of an encounter akin to a true siren's seduction beckoned, and the notion of her consumption transformed into a sinister game.

Against his ravenous desires, Touya encircled the fragile woman's frame with his sinuous arms, drawing her from the water's embrace onto the shore, where the macabre performance of a siren's sinister plan would soon commence.

As she splashed and struggled in the water, her vision blurred with panic. Her arms flailed wildly, and she gasped for air, unaware of what had caught her beneath the surface. Each thrash seemed to pull her deeper into the dark abyss, and the murky water filled her mouth easily, making her gag and sputter.

She couldn't see what had a hold of her, but the sensation of strong arms wrapping around her fragile body only heightened her fear. Her heart pounded in her chest, and her lungs burned for oxygen as she continued to fight against the unseen force.

Desperation set in, and she opened her mouth to scream, but instead, she inadvertently swallowed more water. It flooded her throat and rushed into her lungs, choking her, a burning sensation filling her pharynx and nose. The world around her grew dimmer, and her struggles weakened as her consciousness waned.

In the end, the water won, claiming her as its own. She slipped into unconsciousness, her body limp.

The beast, concealed beneath the watery veil of his domain, observed her futile resistance with a dispassionate eye. In the realm of aqueous shadows, humans were like vulnerable prey, their minds adrift in a soporific stupor. Submerged in liquid depths, they became rabid creatures confined within a cage of their own making, drawing ever nearer to the precipice of their demise with each gasping breath.

In a stroke of providence, the woman in his grasp surrendered to the dark embrace of unconsciousness. Her unconsciousness spared him the ordeal of wrestling with her thrashing form. It was a mercy he granted her, one she should consider herself fortunate to receive, for he had contemplated a far less compassionate fate.

With a grace befitting a creature of his nature, he transported her limp form to the water's edge, a sanctuary where the forest's tender grass merged with the lake's sandy shore. Touya did not deign to change his form, instead choosing to remain perched beside her prone body, a silent sentinel.

Reclining with his tail coiled comfortably, his scrutinizing gaze fell upon the woman's fragile form. Despite the dark blemishes that adorned her skin like aged spots upon a ripened fruit, her flesh beckoned like an illicit delicacy. The mere thought of sinking his serrated teeth and razor-sharp claws into her tender form sent his mouth awash with anticipation. He yearned to hear her cries of agony, to witness the crimson cascade of her life's essence, to observe the last flicker of vitality extinguish from her eyes as he ravaged her insides.

Yet, in a rare moment of restraint, the monster resisted the primal urge. No, he would savor this encounter, extracting a different form of pleasure if she were to awaken, for the thrill of her torment held a dark allure all its own.

Coughing violently, she jolted back to consciousness, her body wracked with spasms as the water that had filled her lungs was expelled with each hacking cough. It felt like her chest was on fire, and every cough sent painful ripples through her body.

For a moment, she struggled to sit up, her vision still blurred and her head pounding. She couldn't see clearly, but she had a distinct feeling that she was not alone. Panic gripped her again as she realized that someone or something was nearby.

Her coughs soon subsided, and she took ragged, shallow breaths, trying to clear the lingering water from her airways. Her gaze finally focused, and she saw it – a creature unlike anything she had ever encountered.

It sat beside her, its sharp features illuminated by the faint moonlight filtering through the trees. Its eyes, piercing and predatory, had turquoise irises with black sclera, a striking and unusual combination, creating an otherworldly appearance. The turquoise color itself was vibrant, reminiscent of the clear, tropical waters of a pristine ocean. Its gaze was fixed on her. Its body was a grotesque blend of human and sea creature, with scales and fins that seemed to shimmer in the dim light.

Terror coursed through her as she realized she was not in the safety of her own world anymore. She had been pulled into a nightmare, and this creature, this beast, was surely about to kill her.

She scrambled back, away from it, her heart pounding in her chest. Her voice trembled as she stammered, "W-who are you? What do you want from me?" But deep down, she feared that she already knew the answer.

As she desperately attempted to crawl through the grassy-muddy ground, every movement felt like a relentless struggle against the unforgiving terrain. The thick mud clung tenaciously to her hands and knees, making progress slow and arduous.

Eyes, vibrant and eerily alive, remained fixed on her every frantic movement. Yet, the pallid form that lay behind her, marred by ominous, dark splotches, remained immobile, preserving its enigmatic stillness until the woman's frenetic struggles yielded to silence.

A hand, adorned with webbed membranes that stretched sinuously between each finger, terminated in formidable claws. It moved through his own hair, a short cascade of pristine white, like freshly fallen snow. An insidious smile played upon his lips, revealing rows of serrated teeth that glistened malevolently in the dim light. His ears, akin to the finned appendages of some abyssal creature, possessed two sharp points and twitched slightly as he cocked his head in contemplation. "Is this how you extend gratitude to your savior?" His voice, a beguiling cadence that rivaled the most enchanting melody, seemed ill-fitted for his grotesque form. Yet, it was a weapon, not an adornment, a reminder that he wielded both power and allure. "One should exercise greater caution around these waters, miss. The prospect of losing one's life so recklessly hardly seems appealing."

The sight of her futile attempt to flee stirred a perverse pleasure within him. He found himself increasingly torn by his own plot, yet its wheels were set in motion, and he felt compelled to carry it to its conclusion. "Are you unharmed, miss? Do you feel any pain?" The inward cringe he felt at his unexpected benevolence clashed with his innate siren pride, an unsettling dissonance that inexplicably satisfied him.

The shock of hearing the creature speak, its voice so mesmerizing and soft, took her aback for a moment. She struggled to regain her confidence, her voice quivering as she managed to stammer out a question again, "W-What are you?"

As she continued to tremble, she finally collapsed onto her still-muddy knees. The weight of despair and desperation bore down on her, and she found herself confessing her dark intentions, her voice heavy with anguish, "I... I wanted to end my life."

She couldn't fathom why she had confessed her merciless plan to end her own life to this strange water creature. It felt surreal, as if she had already crossed into some sort of hellish realm beyond the realm of the living. Perhaps she had succumbed to the deadly water filling her lungs, and this creature was nothing more than a manifestation of her fractured mind.

But despite the uncertainty and the eerie circumstances, a part of her clung to the hope that maybe, just maybe, this encounter held some deeper meaning.

End her own life? He understood all too well that humans were, in his estimation, pitiful and often nothing more than a source of sustenance. However, this act was a new level of wretchedness, a lamentable display that played perfectly into his hands. It would grant him effortless dominion over her fragile psyche, cloaked in a deceptive veneer of benevolence, free from the shadow of his true nature. It promised to be a game as simple as toying with a child's plaything.

Touya edged closer, his movements constrained only by the limits of his domain. His cold hand, pallid and adorned with menacing claws, extended toward her own, long fingers encircling her palm with a touch that grazed her skin like a whispered threat. "End your life? Miss, how could you contemplate such a tragic act?" His voice, like the sweetest of lullabies, dripped with feigned empathy. "A woman of such exquisite beauty, extinguishing her own light — it would be a grievous loss to the world."

The sole witnesses to this deceitful charade were the moon, whose silvery glow bathed the lake and the encircling dark forest, and the enigmatic veil of night. The woods formed an impenetrable barrier, a divide between his aquatic realm and the distant human settlement, lending an illusion of sanctuary. This tableau, a fusion of darkness illuminated by the radiant moon, resembled a masterpiece plucked from the realm of the surreal, gracing the place with an eerie charm.

Her body shivered, not just from the cold but from the sensation of the creature's wet hand with its sharp claws closing around hers. It was an eerie feeling, like a surreal dream that she couldn't wake up from. The moonlit darkness around her only added to the strangeness of the moment.

The creature's soothing voice seemed to be at odds with the sharpness of its claws, and she couldn't help but feel a mix of fear and fascination in the beast's presence. Everything about this encounter defied logic and reason, and she was desperately seeking some semblance of understanding in this bizarre situation. "What are you?" she asked once more, her voice trembling as she stared into the creature's captivating turquoise eyes. "Am I... am I dead?"

Touya tenderly clasped her hand, his fingers exploring the contours of her skin and the supple muscles beneath. An insidious hunger stirred within him, and he battled the overpowering urge to sink his teeth into her soft flesh.

Instead, he brought her delicate palm to his lips, where his tongue languidly traced a sinuous path across her skin. A shiver of desire coursed through him as he inhaled the intoxicating fragrance that clung to her, an aroma as sweet and irresistible as the most alluring of temptations. "I believe you are quite alive, miss," he purred, his voice a seductive whisper. "One cannot be considered dead while radiating such warmth."

Horrified and disgusted by the creature's unsettling actions, she finally found her voice and strength. With a shudder, she forcefully withdrew her hand from the creature's grasp, her face contorted in a mixture of revulsion and fear. "What are you?" she demanded, her voice trembling with a newfound determination. The earlier feeling of hope had been tainted by the creature's disturbing behavior, and she needed answers more than ever. She was no longer willing to tolerate the enigmatic presence of the creature without understanding the truth of its nature.

A pair of luminescent, cerulean eyes bore into her with an eerie intensity, even as the monstrous figure let out a low, mocking laugh. He unfurled his form, revealing a pale body adorned with enigmatic dark markings and a magnificent tail that shimmered like a sinister jewel beneath the moon's ghostly radiance. "Is it truly so challenging to discern, miss?" he taunted, his voice a silky, melodious cadence. "I am a water-dwelling creature, inhabiting these very depths. You seem remarkably ungrateful - I saved your life, and not a word of thanks graces your lips."

The sudden audacity displayed by the woman intrigued him. It was a peculiar sight to behold — someone who had sought to end their own existence, now attempting to assert dominance as if he were the lesser of the two. He harbored a morbid fascination for this unfolding drama and was more than willing to indulge her in this charade.

As she shivered in the coldness of the night, her mind raced with conflicting emotions. The creature's words were unsettling, yet there was a grain of truth in what it had said - it had saved her from her own desperate act, and she couldn't deny that fact.

Swallowing her fear, she decided to pursue the conversation further. "I... I appreciate that you saved me," she stammered, her voice still shaking. "But I need to understand. What's your name? Do you even have one? And why did you intervene? I didn't want to be saved, that's not what I hoped for."

"You may call me Touya," he acknowledged with a nod, bestowing upon her a disarming smile that revealed a row of dangerously sharp teeth. "I am, by nature, a siren, and you, dear miss, have disrupted the tranquil harmony of my lake. At first, I assumed it was some unsuspecting creature taking an ill-fated plunge, but when my eyes fell upon a human as resplendent as yourself, I simply couldn't ignore the spectacle."

He offered this explanation in a voice as smooth as velvet, its mellifluous tones designed to insinuate themselves into her fragile psyche. Touya typically employed this beguiling cadence to lure unsuspecting individuals into the water, but in her case, he sought to quell her anxiety and delay her inevitable flight. "I dare say, fortune itself must be watching over you," he continued, his voice dripping with a honeyed reassurance. "For you have chosen to cast yourself into these depths, and in that choice, you've affirmed the value of life, young miss."

She remained silent, her shock and bewilderment apparent in her wide eyes as she stared at Touya. She blinked several times, as if trying to convince herself that this surreal encounter was real.

Her formerly white dress, now covered in mud and grass, clung to her body, the once pristine fabric marred by her ordeal. Some marine flora had found its way onto the dress as well, further adding to the disarray of her appearance. Her hair was a tangled mess, damp from her recent struggle in the lake. The soaked material of the dress offered little concealment, and her perky breasts were subtly visible through the fabric.

The woman struggled to make sense of it all, torn between the desire to flee from this creature and the nagging feeling that there was something soothing about his presence.

The woman's bewilderment bore a certain charm, and Touya couldn't help but relish the success of his beguiling voice. Seizing the opportunity, he inched closer to her until he was positioned right beside her, his attention now devoted to the delicate task of untangling debris from her disheveled hair. "I hope you don't find it intrusive, but might I inquire about your name, miss?" he asked, his voice a soothing melody, while he carefully plucked remnants from her tangled locks. "I find myself quite intrigued by the enigma I've just rescued."

His gaze wandered to her, swiftly detecting the telltale marks that marred her neck — a grim testament to the assailant who had been thwarted in their pursuit. With a possessive glint in his eyes, he whispered softly, his fingers lightly grazing her throat as he voiced his observation, "It seems someone has inflicted harm upon you."

"My name is not important," she replied with a distant, haunted look in her eyes. "I've been called so many slurs, I almost forgot my own name."

As Touya got closer, her senses were alarmed, and she instinctively got up, her stained attire a mess as she attempted to improve her appearance. She felt a mixture of fear and unease in the presence of this enigmatic creature.

Suddenly, a male voice came from afar, calling out for Miyaka. 

She gasped, her heart pounding as she recognized the voice of her husband. The very mention of her name sent a chill down her spine, and she knew that her desperate escape had not gone unnoticed. Panic washed over her, and she turned to Touya, her voice trembling. "I need to go now," she said urgently. "I have to go."

And with that she simply ran away, stopping twice to look back at the merman over her shoulder. Soon yet, she vanished in the woods.

Touya felt the embers of his anger smoldering within him, stoked by an ever-growing hunger, especially after the tantalizing taste of her skin.

With a frustrated growl, he retreated back into the murky depths of the lake, cursing himself for the absurd notion that had briefly gripped him.

The embrace of the cold water swiftly quelled his rising temper. As he sank to the lake's bottom, he contemplated how best to reclaim the woman he refused to let slip from his grasp.

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Over the following days, Touya employed his hypnotic voice, weaving a mesmerizing aria to beckon her back to the waters. It did ensnare a lost, young soul, but not the one he so fervently desired. Nevertheless, the young girl, enticed by his enchantment, undressed and ventured into the chilling embrace of the lake a few nights later.

That was the moment he seized.

As the girl floated on her back, lost in the tranquility of the lake's surface, a sinister force latched onto her ankle, yanking her beneath the water's surface.

Desperation and fear churned within her, and she thrashed wildly, her outstretched hands clawing at the surface, futilely struggling against the monstrous grip. A pale hand, equipped with menacing claws, clamped onto her slender ankle, sealing her grim fate as prey to a relentless kelpie.

He held her under until her struggles ceased, ensuring her life was extinguished before allowing himself to retrieve the lifeless body.

With an eerie detachment, Touya surveyed his gruesome feast. He tore into her flesh, devouring the most succulent portions and discarding what he deemed unworthy. Each organ yielded a delectable, squishy texture, untainted by the ravages of time and human indulgence. 

But the heart, that was his ultimate indulgence. Delving for the heart was always a pleasure for Touya, akin to prying open a clam. He reveled in the visceral experience — ripping through flesh, unveiling the rib cage formed from robust bones that snapped like dry twigs under his unrelenting grasp. Inside lay the heart. Sinking his teeth into the still-beating organ was akin to prying open a precious pearl encased within the ribs, the bones cracking like brittle twigs beneath his formidable grip.

Having sated his appetite by consuming the choicest portions, he discarded whatever seemed unworthy, flinging it aside. Seated beside the lifeless body on the bottom of the lake, he seized the hand, twisting it until the elbow joint surrendered with a gruesome pop. The skin tore haphazardly, leaving jagged edges adorning the amputated limb. Now he could relish the taste of human flesh as he bit into it.

This grotesque repast sustained him for the next few days, casting a pall of momentary satisfaction over his insatiable hunger. All that remained were bones, some still intact while others lay shattered, along with soiled garments and scattered remnants of meat.

Yet, he didn't forget about the girl named Miyaka. He toiled tirelessly to entice her back to the lake, driven by an unrelenting determination to make her his own once more.

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Her husband was furious at her attempt to escape, and his anger had escalated to violence. The evening had been unbearable, her husband's rage unleashed upon her for daring to defy him and attempt to escape. He had scolded and hit her, his anger leaving her bruised and terrified. As a punishment, the man decided to confine her to a cramped guest bedroom in their shared, or rather his exclusive, house.

The memories of her near escape and her encounter with Touya, the merman, haunted her constantly. She longed for the soothing presence of the lake, where she had briefly found respite from her torment.

One evening, as the sun began to set and darkness crept over the land, she heard a faint, melodious voice carried by the evening breeze. It was distant, yet unmistakable. The voice belonged to Touya, the merman who had saved her life just a few days prior. The sound seemed to come from afar, but Miyaka was more than sure of its origin.

Miyaka cried throughout the day and night, her tears eventually lulling her to sleep in her cramped confinement. And there, in the depths of the night, the magical, soothing voice of Touya returned to her. Sometimes she would shake off the feeling, trying to rationalize that it was impossible for her to hear his voice from so far away. But in the lonely darkness of her captivity, she began to dream about the merman, his appearance simultaneously dangerous and alluring. His presence in her dreams became a lifeline, a glimmer of hope in her otherwise bleak existence.

One night, Miyaka decided to try her luck as their maid forgot to lock her in the bedroom after bringing her supper. The nights had become colder, and she threw a light coat over her shoulders, concealing her black dress beneath. Tiptoeing downstairs, she could hear her husband engaged in a conversation with his friends who had come to visit. Luck seemed to be on her side as she also heard the clinks of glasses, most likely filled with sake – it meant her husband wouldn't notice her leaving the house.

Quietly sneaking through the corridor, she closed the front door gently behind her. The cool night air filled her lungs, and a smile crept onto her lips – she felt free again.

Suddenly, a female voice emerged from the darkness on her left. "You shouldn't be seeing him, he's a demon," it cautioned. It was their maid, an old lady named Yuki.

Miyaka frowned and replied, "I have no idea what you're talking about. I just need to take a walk. I can't function like this."

Yuki sighed, her eyes filled with concern, and she moved closer, holding some logs in her hands. She reached out and gently placed one hand on Miyaka's shoulder. "My child, stay away from that lake, it's a cursed place. Many souls were lost there, long forgotten by this world. Don't let your sadness and loneliness drag you there, to that hellish place."

Miyaka shook the hand of the older woman off her shoulder. "Please stop, Yuki-san. I'm a grown-up, and I know how to take care of myself. I've been there many times before, and I've never seen or heard anything unusual," Miyaka lied smoothly. "People often concoct unusual stories, usually to frighten children away from venturing there on their own, to prevent accidents or drownings. And don't tell my husband you saw me."

Yuki let out a deep sigh, her eyes carrying a sadness that seemed to weigh her down. "You're making a mistake, my child."

But Miyaka wasn't listening anymore. She was already running towards the lake, as if some strange, invisible force was pushing her towards it.

Touya's throat felt raspy as he completed his haunting melody. A gnawing doubt crept in, questioning the worth of straining his vocal cords for the sake of a pitiful human.

With an irritated growl, Touya glared at the moon before submerging himself back into the water. He couldn't help but feel frustrated that the woman hadn't been devoured when she first plunged into the lake; it seemed like that was her intention after all. Yet, the irresistible urge to play with human pathetic life had taken precedence.

As he rested on the lake's bottom, he patiently waited, a glimmer of hope in his heart that perhaps she had at last heard his enticing voice, sparing him the need to actively seek her out once more.

Miyaka finally arrived at the lake, the moon casting an eerie glow over the surrounding woods. The night was heavy with a sense of foreboding, the tall trees looming like silent sentinels in the darkness. The lake, approachable through a narrow path in the woods, shimmered like a dark mirror, its surface reflecting the cold, distant stars.

As she crouched near the water, her fingers trembling, she tapped the surface with her fingertips, whispering his name in a hushed, desperate tone. Her heart pounded in her chest, and a chill ran down her spine. The air seemed thick with an unnatural stillness, as if the very forest held its breath, waiting for something to happen.

Miyaka's feelings were a tumultuous mix of fear and longing. She had been drawn here by an inexplicable force, a connection she couldn't explain. Her mind told her to flee this eerie place, to return to the safety of her husband's house, but her heart and soul yearned for something else, something she couldn't quite comprehend.

As she continued to call out to him, the water remained still, and a sense of dread settled over her. In the heart of the night, in the midst of the haunted woods, she was about to confront a reality she could never have imagined.

A shock of white hair emerged from beneath the water's surface, followed by a pair of radiant blue eyes that observed her with an eerie, almost otherworldly glow, resembling the lost flames of souls.

So she had returned! The woman had willingly walked back into the snare that would ultimately lead to her demise. It was a stark testament to the foolishness of humans, their vulnerability to the allure of his voice despite their long-standing awareness of water creatures like him. Truly, their ignorance was nothing short of pathetic.

As the woman extended her hand into the water, he gracefully swam closer and gently enveloped her hand with his own, guiding it beneath the water's surface just enough to plant a delicate kiss on the top of her palm. To her, it likely appeared as a customary human gesture, but for him, it was an opportunity to savor her essence once more, and she tasted exquisite.

He released her hand and revealed his full form to her. "You've returned, miss," he stated calmly. "I thought you were too frightened of me to come back."

When her hand dipped into the water, she felt a gentle pull, and her breath caught as the merman's lips pressed against the top of her palm. It was a fleeting gesture, one that she perceived as a kind human custom, but the sensation sent shivers through her.

As he let go of her hand, she finally saw him in his entirety. He revealed himself to her, and she was spellbound by his otherworldly appearance. His words reached her ears, and she couldn't help but respond, her voice trembling with a mixture of fear and fascination. "I... I couldn't stay away," she admitted, her gaze locked on his mesmerizing eyes. "I don't understand what's happening, but there's something about you that draws me back, despite my fear."

"Oh? Is that so?" He mused with a hint of curiosity. Without further ado, he gracefully submerged beneath the water's surface without unnecessary words.

Miyaka watched with a mixture of fascination and trepidation as he hummed and disappeared beneath the water's surface. Her heart pounded in her chest as she waited for his return, her mind awash with questions and a growing sense of unease.

She couldn't help but wonder what secrets lay hidden beneath those dark, mysterious waters.

Touya emerged from the murky water just a moment later, but there was something different about him this time.

Instead of his tail, Touya was now standing on his own two legs. His body was strong, but his skin was pale with dark purple splatters all over it. He sighed deeply, running a hand through his wet hair.

Then he turned to her, standing there like the day he was born, completely unbothered by his nakedness. "Maybe it was destiny itself that brought you here, or perhaps you are in love, miss. How about we take a little walk?" he hummed, using his voice in a specific way to maintain his control over her.

Miyaka's eyes widened in shock as she saw him looking more like a human. Her cheeks flushed at his nakedness, and at first, she turned her head away, trying to regain her composure. His voice, however, was so sweet and enchanting that she found herself unable to resist his offer.

With a shy smile, she finally met his gaze and nodded in agreement. "A walk sounds nice," she replied, her voice slightly trembling.

"Then, come on, for it would be my privilege to stroll alongside a lady of your grace," Touya whispered, his voice a gentle melody, its soft vibrations resonating in the quietude of the night.

As they embarked on their journey, the moonlight filtered through the forest canopy, bestowing an otherworldly glow upon their surroundings. Miyaka found herself caught in a swirl of emotions. On one hand, the night's beauty enthralled her — the moon's tranquil reflection upon the serene lake and the enigmatic presence of her companion held an undeniable allure.

Yet, beneath this surface enchantment, a lingering fear clung to her heart. She walked alongside a creature she could barely fathom—a being who had both saved her and possessed the potential to harm her. Her steps were cautious, her senses acutely attuned, yet she couldn't deny the strange magnetism of the situation that kept her near him.

"Touya," she ventured with trepidation, "you mentioned being a siren earlier, and I believe you obviously... But I've been pondering... What sustenance does a being like you feed on?"

The merman gazed at her through half-lidded eyes, offering a subtle shrug of his shoulders. "I am indeed a siren, and I'm pleased that you trust me. If you're truly curious, I subsist on fish and other creatures that dwell within this very lake." Touya gently entwined his hand with hers, their fingers interlocking. "Is there a particular reason for your concern?" he inquired softly.

Miyaka's fingers held onto Touya's hand with a hint of tension as she confessed, "Our maid, Yuki-san, she warned me about you. She called you a devil and spoke of the many people who have disappeared near this lake." Her gaze wavered between fear and fascination as she continued, "Despite her warnings, I couldn't resist the pull of this place, and of you."

In response, Touya emitted a low purring sound and drew a bit nearer, his hand reaching to tenderly brush her cheek. "People often spin tales to frighten children or to add intrigue to their lives," he remarked, his voice laced with a soothing quality. "Do you truly believe I would have saved you if I were the monster they depict?" he lied smoothly.

Miyaka yielded to the allure of Touya's touch, her fear momentarily giving way to an inexplicable attraction. "I... I don't know what to believe anymore," she confessed, her voice quivering with uncertainty. “But I trust you…”

As they continued their walk, Miyaka was suddenly assaulted by a foul odor that made her wince and scrunch up her nose. "Oh God, what an awful smell!" She scanned the area, trying to locate the source of the stench.

Dabi's brow furrowed with a sense of foreboding; he already had a suspicion about what she was referring to. It was likely the remains of the girl who had come to the lake before her, her torn and discarded body now possibly decomposing in the tall grass, right where he had left it; Touya had no inclination to allow the wretched remnants of a pitiful human to decompose within the sacred waters of his lake. He cursed himself for not disposing of it more discreetly, hiding the evidence of his previous encounter.

Miyaka couldn't resist investigating the foul odor. She carefully approached the nearby bushes, her heart pounding with dread. As she parted the dense foliage, she was met with a gruesome sight.

There, partially concealed among the tangled branches and leaves, were the decaying remains of what appeared to be a human. The body was in a horrifying state of decomposition, and the stench was overwhelming. Maggots crawled in and out of the decomposing flesh, and Miyaka felt bile rise in her throat.

She stumbled back, horrified by the grisly discovery. "Oh my God," she whispered, her voice trembling with shock and disgust. "What... what is this?!" The realization that something terrible had happened here sent shivers down her spine. "Oh my dear God!" She started crying.

Touya swiftly ensnared her in his grasp, drawing her nearer as his arms coiled around her, a tight and sinister embrace. His hushed whispers carried an eerie weight, like a sinister lullaby meant to enthrall. "You humans are often desperate creatures," he murmured, his tone taking on a dark, chilling timbre. "I didn't know she was here. She probably came for the same reason you did those days ago, but she succeeded."

The sinister undercurrent in his words hung in the air, weaving a web of unsettling secrets and uncertainty. Miyaka's heart raced as Touya pulled her into a tight hug, but his touch only intensified her fear and disgust. The overwhelming desire to escape this situation consumed her, like a trapped animal seeking freedom. As her mind churned with conflicting emotions, the feeling of unease grew stronger. She needed to get away, to put distance between herself and whatever had transpired here. "That's disgusting! Poor soul..." she whispered, her voice trembling. 

But then realization struck, and her horror deepened. "Wait... How do you know it was a woman? These remains are unrecognizable, you can't determine who it was... Oh my God... oh my God, you killed her..." Miyaka began to back away slowly, her eyes filled with a terror that clawed at her very soul.

Touya's frown deepened as he regarded her, her skepticism gnawing at his patience. His voice, laced with irritation, rumbled like distant thunder, "You are too quick to pass judgment, miss. My existence is far removed from your understanding, and my senses perceive the world in ways you cannot fathom."

Turning away from her, he continued in a lower tone, his words designed to play on her human psyche, "I saved your life, yet you accuse me of murder."

Miyaka, caught in a conflict of emotions, felt a wave of guilt cascade over her like a shadowed waterfall. Had her accusations been too hasty, she wondered? Touya's words, though cryptic, resonated with a strange sincerity. Yet, the puzzle pieces of this enigmatic encounter didn't quite fit into the mosaic of her understanding.

Opting to retain her doubts in the vault of her thoughts, Miyaka approached Touya, her arms encircling his waist from behind with a hesitancy akin to a delicate breeze quivering through a forest of doubts. Her voice trembled, a blend of trepidation and contrition as she spoke. "I... I apologize if I misconstrued, Touya. The world here feels surreal, and my fear cast shadows over my judgment. Forgive me."

Touya's lips curled into a smile, hidden from her eyes. In her vulnerability, her heartstrings resonated to his voice's enchanting tune. The pieces of his plan were falling into place as he desired.

He released a deep, contemplative sigh, his fingers gently caressing the arms wrapped around his waist. His voice, a velvet whisper, embraced the still night air. "Yes, I saved you. If I were the monster you fear, you would have been my meal the very day you graced the water with your presence. But, dear miss, I forgive you, for there's something about you that intrigues me."

Miyaka's voice quivered as she made her request, her longing for confirmation overpowering her doubts. "Touya," she murmured, the name like a sweet melody on her lips, "would you... kiss me? To anchor this moment in reality, to assure me that I'm not merely adrift in some dream?"

Touya's hands gently slid to Miyaka's, separating them from his waist. He released himself from her embrace and turned to face her, his smile still present as he cupped her face with his cool palms. "Sirens are known for granting wishes. Your wish is my command, fair lady," he whispered softly before leaning in to kiss her.

Their kiss was both slow and intense, a dance of desire and mystery. Touya's sharp teeth clanked against hers, but he quickly took control of the kiss, his forked tongue parting her lips, exploring her mouth.

Miyaka responded eagerly to Touya's kiss, her initial hesitation giving way to a surge of desire and curiosity. Her hands began to explore his physique with a boldness she hadn't known she possessed. Fingers traced the lines of his pale skin, feeling the strange yet alluring texture of his body. As their lips moved in a passionate dance, her fingers traveled from his chest to his back and further south, grasping his ass. Her tongue danced with his.

Touya blinked, and retreated, his gaze locked on her with a smug, playful smile dancing on his lips. He ran his tongue over his mouth. "Behold, dear lady, clutching a monster’s ass, nurtured by the wild with manners undefined?" he mused with a hint of amusement in his voice.

Miyaka's cheeks flushed a deep shade of crimson as she felt the heat of embarrassment wash over her. She stammered out an apology, her words a mixture of guilt and confusion. "I'm... I'm so sorry," she murmured, her voice quivering. "I don't know why I did that. It was impulsive, and I should never have... I didn't mean to offend you." Her eyes averted, unable to meet his gaze, she felt a strange mixture of attraction and shame clouding her judgment.

The monster chuckled, capturing her lips with a playful kiss, his palm caressing her cheek. This time, his arms enveloped her waist, and his hands embarked on a slow journey downward, firmly fondling her ass.

Miyaka's gaze locked with Touya's as she struggled to find the words to convey her complex feelings. "Touya," she began, her voice filled with uncertainty, "I want to be with you, but I'm lost. I don't know what to do or how to navigate this... connection we have... What am I supposed to do?"

Touya emitted a soft, melodic hum, gently pressing his forehead to hers. "You see, my dear, you have the power to rid yourself of your tormentor, to break free from those chains that bind you. Return to me, and I shall envelop you in a love that knows no bounds, a love that will shield and cherish you," he whispered, his words like a seductive melody. 

Dabi couldn't contain his satisfaction. He marveled at how effortlessly he manipulated her. She was not only surrendering herself willingly, but she was also unwittingly becoming a pawn in his sinister game. The thrill of her impending arrival, the promise of chaos in her wake — oh, how he relished it all!

In that surreal moment, Miyaka found herself strangely drawn to the merman's words. The idea of breaking free from her tormentor, of taking control of her own destiny, it all felt so tempting, so liberating. The plan that had sounded wrong at first now seemed like the path she was meant to take, the one that would finally lead her to a life free from the clutches of her abusive husband.

She hesitated for just a moment, the weight of her decision sinking in, and then, with newfound determination, she whispered, "Yes... I'll do it. I'll break free from him, no matter what it takes." 

Using his seductive voice, he whispered into her ear, his tone laced with malice, "Do it. Show him what you're truly made of, and we shall be bound together for eternity." His words were a siren's call, leading her deeper into the abyss of darkness that he reveled in.

Touya watched Miyaka's retreating figure, a sinister smile curling on his lips as he imagined the torment he would inflict upon her. To him, she was nothing more than a pawn in his twisted game, a foolish woman who had fallen right into his meticulously set trap. The prospect of torturing her and relishing in her suffering thrilled him.

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That night Miyaka found herself trapped in a nightmare. She stood alone in a strange, dark room that seemed to stretch endlessly in all directions. There was no light, no discernible features, just an overwhelming sense of oppressive darkness that threatened to swallow her whole.

The first thing that assaulted her senses was the pungent scent of blood, heavy and metallic, hanging in the air like a suffocating fog. It clung to her, filling her nostrils with a sickening, nauseating aroma that made her stomach churn with dread.

As she cautiously took a step forward, her footsteps echoed eerily in the void, the sound resonating through the darkness. She could feel her heart pounding in her chest, the fear intensifying with each passing moment. She called out for help, but her voice seemed to vanish into the abyss, swallowed by the oppressive silence.

The room felt like a labyrinth, a never-ending maze of despair. Miyaka's breath quickened, and her skin prickled with a cold, clammy sweat. Panic welled up inside her as she desperately searched for an escape, but the darkness remained unyielding, trapping her in its suffocating grip. 

In the next moment, the oppressive darkness was pierced by a strange, eerie light that suddenly illuminated a portion of the floor in front of her. The ghastly scene that unfolded was horrifying beyond imagination.

There, sprawled out in a grotesque and mangled state, lay a heavily destroyed female body. It bore the unmistakable marks of teeth, deep and savage, along with numerous bruises and cuts inflicted by sharp, brutal claws. The sight was enough to make her blood run cold, and a wave of revulsion surged through her.

The lifeless figure on the ground seemed to be a cruel testament to unimaginable violence. It was as if some malevolent force had unleashed its fury upon this unfortunate soul, leaving behind a gruesome tableau of suffering and torment.

Miyaka's breath hitched, and her heart pounded in her chest as she gazed upon this macabre scene. The strange light continued to flicker, casting eerie shadows that danced across the lifeless form. She felt a suffocating dread wash over her, realizing that she was trapped, unable to escape the horrors that lurked in the shadows.

Suddenly, amidst the surreal horror, Miyaka heard a grotesque noise that resembled something being voraciously chewed. Her heart raced as she turned her head to the side slowly, where the eerie light flickered once more, revealing a chilling sight.

In the dim illumination, she saw a dark figure, unmistakably Touya, slowly devouring a still-beating heart held in his clawed hands. His sharp claws dug into the quivering meat of the organ, his eyes glinting with a sinister hunger.

The gruesome scene played out before her eyes, and she was paralyzed with terror, unable to look away from the horrifying spectacle unfolding in this twisted nightmare. Miyaka's terror reached its zenith as she opened her mouth in a desperate attempt to scream, but to her horror, no sound escaped her lips. Her voice had been stolen by the darkness surrounding her.

The next moment, she was outside, and the moon hung low in the obsidian sky, casting a sinister pallor over the desolate landscape. The eerie silence was shattered by the mournful cries of ghostly sea creatures that drifted ominously in the air, their twisted forms contorted in agony.

Amidst this nightmarish scene, the water's surface rippled and churned, as if it were alive with malevolent intent. From the inky depths, a grotesque figure emerged. It was Touya, but he bore no resemblance to the benevolent creature she had encountered before. His once-lustrous white hair now hung in limp, tangled strands, darkened with the stains of blood and decay. His eyes, once mesmerizing pools of turquoise, were now empty voids, devoid of any humanity. His scales and fins had become jagged and twisted, oozing with an otherworldly ichor.

Touya's mouth gaped open unnaturally wide, revealing rows of serrated teeth, each one gleaming with an eerie luminescence. He lurched toward Miyaka, his movements disjointed and unnatural, as if he were a puppet controlled by some malevolent force. With a gut-wrenching lurch, his grotesque form surged out of the water, and he loomed over her, his breath rancid and putrid. He reached out with his twisted, clawed hands, and ripped right through her chest, pulling her heart out; his touch sent a searing pain through her body.

The next moment, Miyaka found herself standing at the edge of the dark lake once more, alone. The haunting memories of what she witnessed still lingered, but a strange compulsion had drawn her back to this place.

She began to undress, her trembling fingers fumbling with the fabric of her dress. The moonlight cast a silvery glow on her as she shed each layer, leaving her vulnerable in the night. The cool breeze rustled the leaves in the surrounding woods, and the night seemed to hold its breath, as if nature itself watched in anticipation. With each piece of clothing that fell to the ground, she felt a strange sense of liberation, as if she was shedding not just fabric but the weight of her past as well. She stood bare under the moonlight, the lake's dark waters reflecting her silhouette.

Miyaka shivered, whether from the cold or from the anticipation of the unknown, she couldn't tell. 

As the woman stood by the edge of the lake, the moonlight illuminating her bare form, a sudden change in the atmosphere caught her by surprise. Without warning, the heavens opened, and rain began to pour down in a torrential downpour.

The raindrops drenched her, mingling with the tears that had welled up in her eyes. She felt the cool water cascade down her skin, as if nature itself wept for the strange and unsettling journey she had embarked upon.

The rain intensified, soaking the earth around her and turning the once-silent night into a cacophony of sound. Thunder rumbled in the distance.

As another loud clap of thunder echoed through the night, the world seemed to vibrate with its intensity. Miyaka stood drenched and shivering, the rain pouring down around her, when something utterly unexpected unfolded before her eyes.

From the dark depths of the lake, a figure began to emerge. Slowly and deliberately, Touya materialized, his form once again taking on a human shape. The rain-slicked water glistened on his bare skin, accentuating the contours of his body.

He stepped out of the lake, his movements graceful and unhurried, and stood before her in all his naked glory. The moonlight and raindrops played tricks with the shadows and highlights on his body, creating an almost ethereal, mesmerizing effect.

Miyaka's heart raced, and she couldn't tear her eyes away from this captivating sight. The storm raged around them, but in this moment, it was as if time had stood still, and the world held its breath in the presence of the enigmatic creature before her.

She watched helplessly as Touya's delicious naked body walked purposefully towards her. She felt as though her heart were consumed by a white-hot fire, and was being stabbed with a thousand needles, and she didn't know why. Never had she felt a pain even remotely like this before; it was horrendous. It was a pain she would never wish upon anybody, even a foe.

Touya wrapped his arms around Miyaka, pulling her close, and they both sank to their knees on the wet sand. The storm raged fiercer around them.

Touya, with a powerful force, pushed Miyaka down onto the ground, pinning her beneath his weight, the storm's intensity mirroring the tempestuous passion that had ignited between them.

Miyaka parted her lips, rolling her head back, as Touya's lips found the sweet spot on her exposed neck. His mouth closed over it, and a shiver of pleasure coursed through her as he gently sucked on the sensitive area, right where her pulse point was located.

The merman, displaying skill and patience, gently inserted two fingers into her, his groan reflecting the tightness he encountered. Leaving a trail of wet, open-mouthed kisses along her body, his head descended to her pussy, where he proceeded to wrap his lips around her needy core. Two fingers gently ran across her clit, up and down, up and down.

The woman moaned in pleasure at his fingers massaging her insides.

Touya seemed to be savoring every moment, leisurely tracing his tongue along her slit. His captivating turquoise eyes locked onto her, a mischievous smirk gracing his face as he reveled in the heavenly expression on her face. His forked tongue, with expert precision, skillfully explores every tantalizing crevice, evoking a passionate response that leaves her drenched with desire.

They shifted their positions, with her now kneeling between Touya's legs. She proceeded with deliberate and seductive movements, using her soft hands to sensually stroke his aroused member. A smile of satisfaction graced Miyaka’s lips as she noticed the uncontrollable moan that escaped the merman's mouth when her tongue made contact with the engorged head of his throbbing shaft.

A heated tongue writhed sloppily inside of her cunt, catching Miyaka off guard once more. 

Her breath caught in her throat, and she surrendered to the intense pleasure coursing through her. In a symphony of blissful moans and gasps, she couldn't contain herself, her body quivering as Touya's skilled hand rubbed her swollen clit raw.

Soon, Miyaka mounted Touya, aligning his throbbing dick with her glistening, slick  entrance. She eased his impressive length into her eager pussy, relishing the intense sensation of being stretched beyond what her husband had ever provided.

Touya's hands firmly gripped Miyaka's hips, and he drove himself into her with unrestrained fervor, lost in the primal rhythm of their connection. Each powerful thrust was accompanied by a guttural growl leaving his lips.

Miyaka's breath caught in her throat as she rested her hands on Touya's chiseled chest, snapping her hips back and forth, riding him like he would be a wild stallion. 

Her young body quivered as the successive waves of her climax surged through her. Miyaka's breathing quickened, and her gaze appeared to lose focus as if her eyes were drifting backward. She rode Touya for what felt like an eternity, and then, in a sudden motion, she forcefully slammed down on his throbbing dick, her pussy muscles clenching tightly around his shaft. As she relaxed her pussy slightly, merman shot hot, sticky ropes of cum deep within her core. Miyaka leaned forward to share a passionate kiss with him; their tongues danced together. 

As the ecstasy of the moment began to fade, Miyaka's senses returned, and she suddenly became aware of the rain growing thicker around them. But to her profound horror, when she reluctantly opened her eyes after breaking the passionate kiss with Touya, she realized that it wasn't water pouring down upon them; it was a deluge of blood, staining everything in a nightmarish crimson hue. 

Miyaka wanted to scream, to release the overwhelming anguish that gripped her, but no sound escaped her lips. Instead, she felt like she was suffocating, the blood rain gathering in her nose, making each breath a painful struggle.

After she blinked, Miyaka found herself standing by the side of their marital bed, a sinister calmness in the room as her husband slept soundly. The air was heavy with the weight of her suppressed emotions, and in the distance, she could hear the cruel slurs and insults he had hurled at her throughout their troubled marriage. Each word echoed in her mind, a painful reminder of the torment she had endured.

The anger within her boiled over, a searing rage that consumed her. Unable to contain her emotions any longer, she reached out and began to strike his chest with a fury she had kept buried for far too long. Her screams filled the room as she unleashed the pent-up hatred she felt towards him, her voice cracking with the intensity of her emotions. "I hate you!" she screamed, her voice raw with bitterness. "I hate everything about you!" Her fists hammered down, each blow a cathartic release of the pain and suffering she had endured in silence for too many years. The room seemed to close in around her as she confronted the source of her torment, the darkness of the night bearing witness to her long-suppressed fury.

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A haunting, low moan pulled Miyaka out of her nightmarish slumber. Confusion gripped her as she slowly opened her eyes, disoriented and uncertain of her surroundings. It took a few bewildering moments, but then the horrifying realization struck her like a bolt of lightning.

She stood next to her marital bed, her trembling hand gripping a bloodied butcher's knife. On the bed, the nightmarish scene unfolded before her eyes — her husband, lying there with numerous gruesome cuts to his chest and neck, blood pooling around him. His eyes, filled with terror, locked onto her with a fading, desperate gaze, his voice stolen by the brutality of his wounds.

Miyaka's breath caught in her throat as she stared at the gruesome tableau of violence she had somehow become a part of. 

"Noooo!" Miyaka screamed. Her world shattered in a cacophony of horror as she screamed hysterically, the knife slipping from her trembling hand. Her husband's neck bled profusely, a torrent of crimson that stained everything it touched.

In sheer desperation, she pressed her trembling fingers against the gaping wound, trying to stem the relentless flow of blood. Warm, sticky liquid soaked through her delicate palms, mingling with her own tears splashing on top of her palms as they streamed down her cheeks. "I'm so sorry, my love, I'm so sorry! Oh my God, what have I done?! What have I done?! Oh God!" Apologies escaped her trembling lips, choked with guilt and fear. 

As Miyaka stood over her husband, the time seemed to slow down. 

His once-threatening presence now lay vulnerable before her, his breaths shallow and labored. The weight of her decision bore down on her, and a tumultuous mix of emotions churned within her.

She knelt by his side, his life slipping away with each passing moment. His eyes, once filled with cruelty, now held a hint of fear and regret. The realization of what had transpired seemed to dawn on him in those final moments.

Miyaka watched as his chest rose and fell for the last time, his breaths growing weaker until they ceased altogether. His life ended in her arms, and as she looked down at him, a complex array of emotions washed over her — relief, sadness, and the haunting knowledge that her life had taken a dark turn. She had taken control of her destiny, but it had come at a cost she could never truly escape. The memory of his death would forever be etched into her soul. "What have I done..." Miyaka was whispering, her tears streaming uncontrollably.

The old maid, Yuki, was rudely awakened by the piercing screams that echoed through the once-quiet house. Fear gnawed at her as she rushed to the source of the disturbance, her trembling hands clutching the edges of her nightgown.

When she entered the room and laid eyes upon the nightmarish scene, Yuki’s own scream pierced the air. Horror contorted her features as she beheld the lifeless form of Miyaka's husband and the distraught Miyaka herself, tears streaming down her face.

Yuki, her voice shaking with dread, stammered, "What... What happened here, ma'am?! You... You murdered him!"

Miyaka, overwhelmed by the gruesome events, could only sob in response, trying to explain the inexplicable. She was lost in a maelstrom of emotions, her world unraveling before her eyes.

In the end, unable to bear the weight of her actions and the night's horrors, Miyaka made a fateful decision. She fled from the scene, her tear-streaked face a mask of desperation, and ran toward the only place she believed was safe — the dark embrace of the lake that had lured her with its eerie allure, where the enigmatic merman awaited her. Her mission was accomplished.

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Touya's keen senses detected the hurried steps drawing nearer to the lake, and the unmistakable scent of blood hung heavy in the air. She had done it — Miyaka had followed through with their dark plan! He could already sense the turmoil coursing through her, her distress palpable.

With a predatory grace, he decided to rise to the surface of the water, and he waited there, anticipating her arrival.

Miyaka ran through the woods, her breath ragged and her heart pounding in her chest. Her once-silky, pink nightgown was now marred by dark stains of blood, a chilling testament to the horrors she had taken part in. Her long, dark hair was tangled and matted, wild strands framing her flushed cheeks.

She moved with a frantic urgency, her feet making a wet sound as they pounded against the damp earth. Every step took her farther away from the nightmarish scene she had left behind, but the memory of it clung to her like a shadow.

Miyaka reached the shore of the lake, her voice trembling as she called out for Touya. Her desperate cries echoed through the eerie stillness of the night, each plea carrying the weight of her fear and longing. "Touya!" she called, her voice quivering with emotion. "Please, I need you!" She scanned the dark waters, her heart racing in anticipation, hoping to catch a glimpse of him. 

Touya's head emerged from the water, his wet hair clinging to his pale skin, and his piercing blue eyes locked onto her. "My love," he beckoned, his voice soothing yet strangely commanding. "Why the distress? Didn't I promise to protect you? Come to me, and find the safety and solace you seek." His words were laden with an irresistible invitation, drawing her deeper into his world.

Miyaka, trembling all over her body, took slow, hesitant steps into the water. Her tear-stained face glistened in the moonlight as she approached Touya, her heart heavy with guilt and despair. She continued to cry, her voice shaky as she began to tell Touya about what she had done. "I... I did it," she whispered, her voice quivering with remorse. "I... I followed your words, and I hurt him. He's gone now." Her confession hung in the air like a dark cloud, and she looked into Touya's eyes, seeking some form of understanding or absolution for the choices she had made.

The water enveloped Miyaka, and she shivered involuntarily as its icy coldness seeped into her skin. The sensation sent a shock of discomfort through her, a stark contrast to the tumultuous emotions swirling within her. Her nightgown grew heavy, soaked with the icy water.

Touya extended his hand, gently seizing hers, and drew her closer, enveloping her in his warm embrace. One of his hands tenderly caressed her hair, his touch a deceptive contrast to the darkness that lay beneath.

He savored the sensation of her distress, finding it akin to sweet nectar, adding an intoxicating layer to the unfolding narrative of their entwined destinies.

"My sweet Miyaka," he murmured, his voice laced with a sinister sweetness. "Such a good girl." His praise was both soothing and unsettling, as he reveled in the intricate web of emotions he had woven around her.

Miyaka found solace in Touya's embrace, even as her body went numb from the cold water. His presence provided a strange comfort that she couldn't quite explain.

She looked up at him, her voice quivering, and asked in a trembling whisper, "What... What do we do now?" The world around her had descended into chaos, and she clung to him as her anchor in this bewildering nightmare.

Touya held her in a tight embrace, "I shall shield you, for you are mine," he said with eerie grace.

Miyaka looked up at Touya with worry in her eyes, her voice filled with desperation. "My maid... she saw what happened. I can't return to the estate. What should I do now?"

The monstrous being scoffed dismissively. "Don't concern yourself with that old hag. She knows nothing. You are under my protection now, and you shall remain safe for all time."

Miyaka snuggled closer to Touya, resting her head on the crook of his neck for comfort. Her curiosity piqued, she asked in a soft voice, "Touya, what are those dark purple spots on your skin? I forgot to ask earlier..."

"That's how my body looks," Touya replied openly, "They are just marks from years ago when some sailors tried to burn me alive after I killed their captain on the open sea."

Miyaka's eyes widened as she listened to his gruesome story. She struggled to reconcile this dark tale with the merman who had saved her and told her he had never attacked anyone. She asked, her voice filled with uncertainty, "But... you saved me, and you said you've never harmed anyone. I don't understand, Touya..."

"Perhaps it's because you're nothing more than a naive, little human," Touya chuckled, his hold on her growing stronger.

Miyaka winced as Touya's grip tightened, causing discomfort. She mustered the courage to speak up, her voice trembling. "Touya, your hold is hurting me," she said softly. "Please, let's not be unkind..."

"Well, my dear, I need to ensure my prized possession won't simply slip through my fingers," he remarked with a sinister smile. "Oh, I've been waiting for this moment for so long — to have you back in my embrace."

Miyaka attempted to slip out of Touya's strong embrace, but her efforts were in vain. Instead, a sudden force of his hands pushed her beneath the water's surface, and panic surged through her. She thrashed and struggled, desperate for air and to break free from the grip that had become suffocating.

Her distress only seemed to heighten his pleasure. The sight of her desperately thrashing around, fighting for her own life, sent a thrilling wave of excitement through him.

The merman seized a handful of Miyaka's hair and yanked her back up, a cruel grin on his face as she gasped for air. "Did you truly believe that I would want a pathetic human like you?" he taunted with a chilling edge to his words.

Tears streamed down Miyaka's face as she sobbed, her voice trembling with desperation. "Why are you being so cruel and nasty?!" she pleaded, her distress palpable in her words. "I love you, and I did what you told me to do so we could be together, Touya!"

Her cries echoed through the dark waters, mixing with the eerie ambiance of their surroundings. Her huge distress was like a storm within her, a maelstrom of emotions that threatened to consume her. She continued, her voice broken and filled with anguish, "You... you visited me in my dreams, brought me pleasure... Why are you doing this now?!"

Touya's voice dripped with cruelty as he responded, "Visit someone as pathetic as you? Never. But it seems my voice has indeed worked wonders on you." He playfully tugged at her hair even harder, causing her pain. "To me, you're nothing more than a piece of meat, and I take great pleasure in tormenting naive humans like you. It adds a delightful flavor to the meal." His words sent a chill down her spine as the darkness of their situation enveloped her.

The merman summoned his strength and, with a powerful motion, pulled Miyaka beneath the water with him. 

Her world plunged into darkness and turmoil as she was dragged into the depths of the lake, her struggles intensifying as she fought against the relentless force pulling her down. Sinister shadows danced around her, and she felt a suffocating pressure in her chest as the water closed in on her.

The eerie silence of the underwater world was broken only by the sound of her muffled cries. She could see Touya's malevolent grin in the dim light, his eyes gleaming with a predatory hunger. The water seemed to press against her, threatening to crush her as she struggled for breath, her desperate gasps for air drowned by the malevolent embrace of the lake.

Dabi launched a relentless assault on Miyaka. His sharp claws tore through the water, leaving vicious trails in their wake. With terrifying swiftness, he closed the distance between them, his razor-sharp teeth bared in a menacing grin. He attacked with ruthless ferocity, his claws raking across her skin, and his teeth sinking into her flesh. The water around them turned crimson as the horrifying struggle unfolded, and Miyaka's desperate cries were silenced by the watery abyss that enveloped them.

Miyaka's nightgown offered little protection as Touya's relentless assault continued. With a vicious tear, the delicate fabric was rent asunder, leaving her exposed to the cold, merciless waters of his lake.

Touya's clawed hands gently cradled Miyaka's cheeks, holding her gaze with a cold, unfeeling intensity. Their eyes locked in a chilling embrace as she struggled to hold onto the last remnants of breath in her burning lungs, each painful gasp a stark reminder of her impending doom.

In that haunting moment, beneath the unforgiving waters, they were locked in a macabre dance of predator and prey.

With a swift and cruel motion, Touya pierced Miyaka's chest with his clawed hand, the flesh yielding easily to his monstrous strength. A searing pain shot through her. Dark haired woman's senses barely registered the horrifying reality of what was happening. The world around her dissolved into a surreal blur, and the excruciating pain in her chest seemed distant, as if happening to someone else. As her life ebbed away, her consciousness faded into a murky abyss, and the last remnants of her existence were swallowed by the cold, merciless waters of the lake.

Touya tore the beating heart from her chest, the organ pulsating in his grip, still warm and alive. As he held it before him, the last vestiges of life ebbed away from Miyaka, her body going limp.

Touya, with a grotesque hunger, sank his sharp teeth into the still-beating heart he held in his clawed hand. The organ yielded to his bite, and the taste of youth surged into his mouth. He savored the sickeningly sweet taste. 

Once he had consumed the last morsel of Miyaka's essence, Touya's malevolent gaze turned towards the lifeless body he still held by the arm. A fleeting pang of guilt tugged at his consciousness, but he quickly dismissed the emotion. "You're mine now, forever," he declared, his monstrous arms embracing the lifeless form. "You'll remain with me for all eternity, sweet naive girl, at the bottom of my lake." 

Touya, in a sinister tone, offered a twisted form of thanks to the lifeless Miyaka. "Thank you for your heart, love," he murmured, his voice laced with malevolence. "It has provided me with the strength I needed to regain my full power." 

The waters of the lake seemed to shiver in response to his sinister words, bearing witness to the unholy pact forged in the depths.

After a moment of holding Miyaka's lifeless body close to his muscular chest, Touya swam further down into the unfathomable depths of the abyss that was the lake. With Miyaka's body firmly in his grasp, he descended into the darkness, disappearing from the realm of the living and vanishing into the watery tomb that was his dominion.

[skipper19]

Soft Dabi has my heart MELTED

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Dabi's heart swelled at the sound of Sweets's soft murmurs, his name on her lips a balm to his battered soul. He held her closer, his arms tightening almost desperately as he fought back the tears that threatened to fall. For so long, he'd been alone, shrouded in his mask of indifference, afraid to let anyone see the pain he'd endured. But with Sweets, he felt safe, felt loved, without condition or caveat. It was a heady, intoxicating feeling, one that left him breathless and vulnerable. "I missed you too, Sweets," he whispered, his lips finding the soft spot behind her ear, his breath warm against her skin. "More than I can ever tell you." Dabi's hands slid down to rest on her hips, his thumbs brushing against the sensitive skin of her thighs through the fabric of her dress. He could hardly believe she was real, that after all this time, they were finally together again. It was a dream come true, one that he feared to wake from, lest it all be just an illusion.

[dessertpanda]

To be a Hero..... Or maybe PT3

To be a Hero PT1 PT2 PT4 PT5 PT6 Master List

This story is heavely based on one of my OC, it mentions kidnapping, suicide, bullying, sex, yander behavior and abuse. Please be warned this is little more graphic compared to my other storys. Also the time line for the story is a little different when compared to the actual MHA, the characters are all in college vs being in hight school. Please enjoy and note that i do not own any of the named character except for Paris, all credit for the characters goes to Horikoshi. (Izuku x Fem Reader)

(A mini training arc!! this will progress from the start of their senior year to the near end/entrance exam)(Mention of a minimize panic attack"

"IZUKU YOU GOTTA RUN FASTER" called to him as he stood at the other end of the beach panting. When she said she would help him train... he didn't think it would be every day. "YYY/nnn please I'm exhausted" He panted before collapsing into the wet sand, allowing the water to run over his legs and lower torso. He sat there for a while, panting and wincing from the tortures training she’s been putting him through. Y/n came rushing back, kicking up sand and splashing water in her way to meet her boyfriend. She gently moved his hair from his face, showing how red and sweaty he was. With her other hand, she placed it on his chest, feeling for any issues with his breathing or heart. "I'm so sorry Izuku... I shouldn't have pushed you so hard" She let out a soft sigh of relief as she found nothing wrong with him. With him being checked and good, she removed her hand from his face, allowing his hair to fall back into place, with a huff she took a seat next to him in the wet sand. With a squishing sound as she settled, she drug her knees up into her chest and started blankly out into the water. The sound of the waves brushing and crashing the shore did little to comfort her but they did help slightly. "Izuku... I'm sorry.... I forget that the levels between us are a little different" He lifted his head slightly, not quite understanding what she was saying, "What I mean is.... I've been training like this since I was little...” She stopped “T-there a lot I have yet to tell you Izuku… And I owe you an explanation” She sighed. Gently taking her hand, he brought it to his lips and left a gentle kiss on her knuckles. “You can tell me anything, my love... I am here to support you, and I’ll love you no matter what” He was now sitting up, hand in hand… they stared out into the vast ocean. “Okay the truth about me, my past, and my reason for coming here to Japan”

(Mini Time skip)

She allowed the tears to flow, as Izuku brought her into his chest, “Y/n I-I have no words to express how… sorry I am for you love” He placed gentel kisses on her head, holding his position for a moment longer to inhale her scented shampoo, trying to ground himself. She nuzzled closer to him as his hands ran gentle circles across her back, trying to soother her after the small break down she had just had. He still allowed his own tears to flow, unable to contain his sadness from her tale. He felt his heart shred as she shared the experiences she’s gone through just to get away from her past… and now to tell him about it all made him feel a small sense of pride? Maybe relief? Because to Izuku, this was Y/n showing just how much she loved and trusted him, to open up and allow herself to be so vulnerable. “I trust you Izuku, I want to spend my life with you… so I know this was something I would have to share” She spoke, her voice slightly broken from the sobs, but non the less held nothing but pure lover for him.  “And I want nothing more than to be here supporting and loving you Y/n” He squeezed her tighter, reassuring her that he meant every word he spoke, and had every intention to stay true to it. She let out a sigh of relief, relaxing into his chest, allowing herself to breath in his scent, feel the skin on his arms, and listen to the rhythmic breaths he was taking. She felt safe and content, as if from this position nothing could harm them, not Kacchan, Not her mother, not her past, not the future…. All that mattered was the present, the gift that the universe handed her in the form that was her lovely boyfriend. Izuku continued to rub soothing circles, allowing the world to fade into the background… he was here, training to be a hero, with the love of his life… what else could he ask for?

(larger time skip)

Months had passed since they began training, and now nearing the final stretch of their senior year, Y/n could truly see the changes that were occurring with Izuku. He was muscular, not too big but definitely toned, not to mention the amount he had grown. He was taller, pushing 6’1, and had grown in confidence. Kacchan also began to leave them alone, he was beginning to focus on his own future. Every day, they trained, and soon He was able to keep up with her on the beach runs and lift a fridge with no help... he was still the same Izuku but yet he still changed.

Panting, hunched over on the beach, Izuku stood. Y/n sat atop the fridge he had just moved with a bright smile. "Izu! you're doing so well!" She cheered, jumping down to hand him a bottle of water. Landing with a soft thump, she dusted her butt off before holding up a semi-cold water to Izuku. "Here love, you need it" With a soft thanks and gentle hands, he took the water bottle from her hold and gulped its liquids down. She could only admire how far he'd come, his hard work, his determination, his everything led him to this weekend "The entrance exam" She whispered under her breather, only shifting her stare to his arms, they were littered with small bruises and scratches from them training. "You ready for this Izuku?" with a sigh, he removed the bottle from his lips, wiping his mouth, he turned his attention to her. "as ready as my amazing girlfriend could get me" He giggled, running a hand through his crazed hair in an attempt to slick it back, even just slightly. She rolled her eyes, "I'm serious Izu.. do you feel ready? are you nervous? scared?" She was scared, she had no idea what the entrance exam was like without a recommendation. What if pure strength wasn't good enough? what if they asked for a demonstration of quirks? What if he could die? Yes of course she was worried, she knew Izuku was strong and resistant, she made sure of that... but to send him off like that, to an environment that neither she nor him was familiar with scared her... terrified her. She was spiraling without even realizing it, her anxiety, her fears, her everything was coming to the surface. "Y/n" muffled for sound... "Y/n" it kept calling her but she continued to ignore it... too lost in her own thoughts. That was until two large arms grabbed her shoulders, forcing her out of her panic mind "Y/N" With bright green eyes, Izuku stood in front of her. "Y/n babe, talk to me.... come on" He tried coaxing her out of her fiddled position. "Tell me something love, what... what color is my hair?" He was hopeful that distracting her would calm her enough.

"Green... your hair is green... and you eyes are the exact color" Her eyes still glossed but she was staring right at him. "A-and your face is red, with freckles... like a strawberry" She gently ran her hand over his cheek, feeling the heat radiating off of it and the continue in the brightening color. "My Zuku" She sighed, finally gaining some sort of grounding "I'm right here" he whispered kissing her palm and holding closer to his face. "I will be fine," He spoke as if he was in her mind, reading it but in reality he could just read her that good. "Trust me, trust yourself!" He spoke, moving slowly to take her other hand, that played with her knee "You are an amazing teacher... so please have confidence in us" He had their hands clasped together, holding her tightly... watching as her eyes became their normal Y/e/c. "There they are.. those gorgeous orbs" He let out a breath he didn't know he was holding... watching as she completely came back to this moment, away from her mind. "I trust you... and I am 100% sure you will pass this exam" She nodded, determined, ready, and confident in both his and her own ability's. "Tomorrow... You will shake the world" She said staring into his eyes... "And after this summer... WE will shake the world" With his bright smile and reassuring eyes, she knew that that statement was 1000% true. "TO BE HEARD NO MATTER WHAT" the screamed their words, ones that represent their silent promise to one and other. "Okay Zuku... lets go get you ready"...

(I AM SO SORRY!!! My classes just started nack up and let me tell you WOW they have taken a lot of my time,But I am getting in the grove again... Based on my routine I'm hoping at least one chapeter a week for this BUT PLEASE LET ME KNOW IF YOU HAVE ANY REQUEST!!!) {ALso side note this story is gonna be tranfered over to its own book that way its not to much of the same here<3)

Thank you all for the support and love!!! HAVE A GREAT DAY AND REMEMBER TO EAT, DRINK, AND LOVE YOURSELF BYEEEEEE LOVE YOU ALL

[stxrmylxve]

I… want it.

Notes: cussing, hair pulling, kinda exhibitionism?, slight breeding, oral (m!receiving), this is based on a previous fic of mine, mentions of a baby, mentions of pregnancy, mentions of previous exes

Genre: smut & fluff

Pairing: dabi x fem!reader

Specialty for: @kelin-is-writing 💜

Dabi scrolled through his phone, a small frown on his face. He groaned in frustration as he looked at the time, shutting off his phone and throwing it on the table before getting up and trudging to his room.

“Time for your call.” you remind as you walk by him, a heap of laundry blocking most of your view as you rushed to your room.

“I know dummy.” he says back as he unintentionally slams the door, alarming you just enough to halt your movements before shrugging and continuing your folding.

The one thing that Dabi dislikes the most was any sort of call, whether it was a facetime call, phone call, or in this case a zoom call, he hated it.

You hesitantly knocked on his door, coming in with the sound of a grunt as you set his things down on his bed behind him.

“Figured that would help you, since you always forget to do laundry for yourself.” you say as you glance at his screen, sighing as you turned to leave. It was going to be a lonely next two and a half hours, after all.

He abruptly grabs your wrist, pulling back towards him as he clicks a few things with his mouse. You opened your mouth to protest, but it was quickly hushed by dabi joining his zoom call. He pointed down as he greeted everyone, allowing you to slip down below the desk before he turned on his camera for everyone to see him.

You shot him a glare in between your lashes as he offered a sly grin, returning his gaze back to the call as he stretched his arms to sit behind his head.

He placed a finger on his lips to signal to be quiet as you slipped off his boxers, grunting as you slapped his thigh in annoyance.

“Is something going on, dabi?” you hear someone ask as dabi returns to his poker face.

“No, sir. Just my cat acting up, that’s all. You know how they can be sometimes.” he replies with a small chuckle, going back on mute again soon after.

You sigh in annoyance as you wipe the spit off of your chin, tapping his thigh to regain his attention. He peers down at you with a quirk in his brow, turning off his camera to scoot back his chair to allow you out from under the desk.

You get up with a groan, popping your back and wiggling around before checking the time.

“I was under there for a fuckin’ hour for you, you better pay me back for it.” you say as you plop down on his bed, finding your shirt and putting it back on again before ushering him to turn on his camera again.

“Gimme 30.” is all he replies with as he turns back around in his chair, angling it to where you weren’t visible before glancing down at the wet spot on the carpet where you had sat.

“Or… maybe now?” he asks as he leaves a quick message in the chat, signing off of the call before lifting his shirt over his head, his staples glistening in the light as you smirked.

“You might miss something important on that call, you know.” you tease as he slips off his pants with an obvious eye roll.

“Should I let all of this prep go to waste then? Hell no, that fuckin’ call can wait.” he replies as he pushes you onto the bed, sighing as he hears the front door open. That was the signal that Shigaraki was home from work at the LOV now.

“Guess we will just have to be quiet, yeah?” he says with a grin as he teases your entrance with his fingers, slipping two in at once enough to make you suck your teeth.

He opts to scissor you open, taking more than enough time simply to test your limits to see what would make you break. You let out an annoyed huff as you grab his wrist;

“Just put it in.” you mutter as you lean your head back, half expecting him not to at all. Though you were proven wrong as he slips his full length in at once, ripping a loud moan out of you accompanied by a nice arch of your back.

“Well clearly you underestimate me, don’t cha’?” dabi deadpans as he bottoms out, taking note of the small tears pricking the corners of your eyes. He was nice enough to let you take his length for a while though, not moving an inch as he studied your face.

“I- mhh- m’you move.. please.” you babble out as he furrows his brows, his hands snaking around your hips to prop you up slightly. He quirks his brow as a silent ‘ready?’ as you eagerly shake your head, bracing yourself for impact.

As figured, he took no more than a second to start pounding into you, shoving the bed again and again into the wall with loud thuds. It took every bit of your power not to let your moans out, but you instead used your strength to pull dabi down to your level, wrapping your arms around his neck as you hid your face in his neck.

“You like that? You wanna’ be closer to me, yeah?” dabi coes, taking time to litter your neck with dark hickeys to prove later on to others that you were his.

You clenched on his words, sucking him in impossibly deeper as he let out a long groan above you. His hips began to stutter, a clear sign that he was definitely close, but he held his composure as he lifted himself up to look down at you.

“You won’t win this time just from that.” he says as his lips quirked up, flipping you over onto your stomach abruptly as he pulled you up by your hair.

“I’m gonna’ breed this pussy right. So that you get so fucking cockdrunk that all of your ex’s names disappear in your mind. And you know what? I know you will enjoy it.” he groans in your ear as you shake your head, your knees giving out as you bent over in exhaustion.

“I can tell you want it, you’re really fuckin’ tight right now. But come on darl’, loosen up if you still want my dick intact.” dabi laughs as you bury your head into the mattress, beyond embarrassed and overwhelmed from the situation.

“I… want it.” you say quietly, turning your head back to face him. He swears he could have came right there as your glossy eyes met him, filled with both need and lust.

“You want…? Use your words.” he asks as he halts his movements, loosing his upcoming high but overriden by curiosity.

“A baby. I just want a fucking baby dabi.” you say sheepishly as you turn back around to avoid his primalistic gaze.

“A baby? You want me to literally breed you? So that you can have a mini me running around here?” dabi asks as a genuine smile forms on his face, his eyes sparkling as he takes in the small nod from in front of him.

“Fuck yes, I will put a damn baby in you baby. Oh my- anytime!” he says as he flips you over again, engulfing your lips into a heated kiss. He breaks the kiss and places his head on yours, the smile never leaving his face.

“I wouldn’t want anything less than that.” you say with a small smile.

Y’all this is so sweet cause i just KNOW dabi would want a child sm so that he could make that kid’s life 10x better than his.

Credits to @benkeibear for the MDNI banner 🫶

[summercreolefanfictioner]

the scent wafts in, her name making him beg on his knees chap 1.1

pairing: dabi / todoroki touya x fem!oc / reader (MODERN AU)

summary: He mentions her name after 6 months in therapy, absentmindedly narrating vivid memories of her. She was the only good thing during his darkest times.

(In which Touya returns home after rebelling against his family for 7 years. And no, it wasn't about forgiveness. He wanted to fix himself because of a certain someone.)

themes: nsfw, domestic abuse, violence, alcoholism, cigarette smoking, toxic relationships, mental health, co-dependency and other related themes (YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED)

notes: for this one, pls keep in mind that touya didn't have much scars on his face; mostly are on his body to accomodate the plot; charas might be ooc since this is modern au

Todoroki Touya has returned; it wasn't a drill.

The eldest of the Todoroki family has returned, and it was all over the news like wildfire. Pictures of him were around tabloids and newspapers, imprinted on TV screens along with family pictures of his 13-year-old self as news anchors and writers all over Japan broadcasted about the Endeavor Corp. finally having its original heir back to where he belonged. Two years ago, Todoroki Shouto announced he wouldn't be the one to replace his father, Todoroki Enji as the owner and CEO of their family business. However, Shouto focused on one part of the Endeavor Corp., particularly their sports and training business, as he wanted to become a personal trainer someday.

Touya was aware of what was happening on the business side of his family despite his rebellion seven years ago. After all, he saw them all over the news, watched his father on TV, and observed how everything was faring for them. So when he returned to the main house, he was a bit surprised at a few details he had missed. For one, his mother, Todoroki Rei, had already been discharged from the mental ward, faring well and welcoming him back with a big, warm hug and fat tears rolling down her cheeks. It also seemed that things were a lot better between his parents, but some of them still held reluctance to forgive their father.

Particularly him and Natsuo.

Enji was aware of their hatred towards him, hence he would talk to them politically, as Enji the CEO of the Endeavor Corp., not as their own father. Touya believed it was only fair. He would've resorted to violence if that wasn't the case. Speaking of which, that was another reason, he returned.

"I have to settle things between this family and me once and for all," he informed them on the first day of his return. "I need to talk to Father."

He knew what Enji would say to him. His father will apologize and be remorseful over what happened. He will also mention about him being his successor in the future, even though he was having none of it.

"I don't need that title anymore," Touya coldly argued, resisting the urge to punch him in the face as he knew he wouldn't defend himself after everything he had done to them since they were kids. "Not from you, specifically."

Enji understood. Touya meant, "I will have that title by my own hands, not because you passed it to me cheap because Shouto didn't want it anymore." Afterwards, his father explained everything he was required to do before his first day in the company. He also mentioned something along the lines of, "You need to undergo rehab and therapy for a while. I knew what you have been up to these past seven years with your cigarette addiction and alcoholism."

Before, Touya would violently react, would be against his decision and say, "You're just scared because I might surpass you." Now, he just nodded at his direction much to Enji's surprise.

"Why are you so shocked? You think I will half-ass my return to this family?" Touya questioned, slightly mocking him.

"I know you wouldn't," Enji commented.

And before Touya left his office, he added: "Just so you know, I am not doing this for the family."

Enji raised a questioning brow.

"I'm doing this because of a certain someone."

------

The first few months of Touya's rehab and therapy were tough as shit, gnawing at him like sharp nails and digging his soul like he was trapped in darkness. He felt overwhelmed by everything, talking about his feelings all day, breaking out of his shell, and slightly wanting to just break things and be alone. Touya craved darkness at some point, the urge to be violent creeping on his shoulder like the devil even though a rational part of him warned him that it would not be the best choice. He wanted to destroy himself at this point, missing the familiar pain his piercings left on his ears and nose. He was breathing hard to calm himself, persuading his brain to shut its damn trap.

It's getting annoying, fucking shit. Everything's been chaotic.

The first few days were blank, spending it staring at mindless paintings and counting how many times the water from the faucet dropped in the sink. It was eerie yet relaxing, the silence enveloping him like a plague until it bit back to tell him how much madness he needed to unleash but couldn't. He secretly had his mp3 player in his pocket, and he would watch the door and the shadow underneath, checking if someone would come in. To this day, he still couldn't take it out.

He missed that damn voice, but he needed to be patient. He shouldn't miss her. He shouldn't think about her. This is nothing, he convinced himself. This is nothing compared to all the abuse I've endured before. The angry stare. The hateful remarks. The violent beatings. The disapproval underlying Enji's tone. His rough hand smacking him in the face. The burning scars left on his skin from the heating iron. The pitiful stares. The blood he spat from his mouth.

Everything.

EVERYTHING.

I WANNA DIE.

Out of panic, he quickly reached for the mp3 player from his pocket, a secret he kept from the treatment center. He wasn't supposed to have any gadgets with him, but he knew he had to. He couldn't drink alcohol. He couldn't smoke a stick to curb this annoying feeling. He cannot destroy shit. But he had to hear that soothing voice. He had to endure.

He put in the earbuds and played the audio, his breathing coming down in sighs as he felt himself relaxing.

"Touya..."

"Yes, call me that," he said to no one, tears streaming down as he smiled in satisfaction.

"Touya..."

"Touya..."

"Are you awake?"

"I made you breakfast."

"Touya..."

"Do you want me to take an off day from work?"

"Yes," he answered, hugging the pillow beside him and imagining it was her. "Just stay. Stay with me."

"Touya..."

"I love you..."

"Touya..."

I love you too.

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Touya has learned something, and that therapy was another form of circle from hell, or that was just him. He heard people preach about therapy all the time, that undergoing therapy healed them, made them see the light at the end of the tunnel, and had them humbled in a way they could never explain. Touya wished it was the same for him, but nah. It wasn't. Therapy was another circle from hell. It made him too vulnerable, too open he could feel the burnt scars on his skin itching too much the more the therapist asked him about himself.

He also thought his therapist couldn't care less about his minimal responses, the first few days boring him as the man asked about his name, how old he was, what he did for a living after he ran away, what helped him cope—you know, the basic questions every therapist could ask for.

"Todoroki Touya. 26. I did odd jobs. Alcohol. Cigarettes. Fighting."

The therapist looked displeased, he noted. He probably wanted more answers than that.

"Have you been in therapy before?"

"No."

"What do you expect from this session?"

"I don't know."

"Why are you seeking therapy?"

If he was being honest, Touya's answer would be: "I don't know? Just to get this shit done, I guess?" Not like he would be rude now. After all, he returned as Todoroki Touya after seven years of rebelling. He should keep his damn trap if he wanted them all back.

Even her.

"Do you want to become a better person?"

"Yes."

next chap

masterlist

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Fics for Gaza

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Drabble series-

Sweet and Sour- Ren Kaji x Fem Reader Drabble Series

Your the new girl in the city. You are tough, sassy, but don't know a lick about the gangs, and if your honest you couldn't care less. But something about Ren Kaji catches your eye. He may snap and bark like a feral dog, but you can see through it and he knows it too. Slowly, you become his sanctuary even though you are the one person he's most afraid won't accept him. And he thought he was past all that. (NSFW)

5.00 for full installment

Read Part One here!

False Immunity- Hiei x Fem Reader Drabble Series

Where Hiei learns the ins and out of human courtship. (NSFW)

Find Part One-Six on my masterlist here! 5.00 for full installment

Multichap Fics-

Flawed Hope- Astarion x OC (BG3)

Brit was a paralegal, someone who had a normal life and enjoyed what she did for the most part. Yet, the only true excitement she felt lately was when she played Baldur's Gate Three. A simple video game brought her more joy than her friends or fleeting romances. One night as depression crushes her she wishes to live one day in BG3. Her wish is granted, however the world of BG3 needs her far longer than her wish had originally intended. And the worst part? She does not get along with her favorite vampire in the slightest. (NSFW)

Read the first four chaps here! WC: 1961/4000

Falling for Frogs- Sebastian x Fem Reader (SDV)

You are game developer about to make their debut into the market. The world you are about to venture into isn't exactly friendly to those of the feminine persuasion and as such you have flown under the radar using a masculine alias online. After a complete mental break down at a very important convention in Zuzu you realize you need to get away from the city for a bit so you can finish your game. Your best friend who runs a farm in Stardew Valley invites you to come stay with her. However as you stay there and get to know the locals, you realize the cute boy you saw at the con is her neighbor. What's even worse is he remembers you and just to add salt to the wound, he's one of your Kickstarters. (NSFW) WC: 309/3000

Read the first three chaps here!

The Unseen and Those Forgotten- Dabi x Fem Reader (BNHA)

The age of the Greek gods is long past. Dabi is one of the few left, his name in the ancient days had been Hades. Now he skulks among the humans, as a deity at half strength. With the old gods dying, the new ones have taken control of the humans’ feeble minds. There is a storm on the horizon though, quite literally, the end of days is nipping at mortality’s heels and the key to unlocking Kronos’s resting place, the only creature strong enough to put a stop to the apocalypse, is you. Sadly you have no idea what part you will play, after all, you are just an office worker who has an affinity for plants.... WC: 0/2000

Find the first three chaps on my masterlist here!

The Hellebore Rift- Hayato Suo x Fem Reader (Wind Breaker)

The town of Makochi has changed and so have all the gangs within it. Gone are the days of allies and rival schools. Gone are the days of delinquents battling for top spots and coming home with happy smiles from good fist fights. Now the world has been ripped apart by rifts that tear the very dimensions in two, spewing forth gigantic blood-thirsty monsters. It has forced the gangs to protect only their parts of town from everyone. Even the civilians, even those they once called friends. With those rifts and monsters, humans were gifted with powers, yet everything good always comes with a fall out. You are one of those few, blessed with the ability to Guide, to save those Espers from the toxicity that their own powers created within themselves when they protect their parts of town. You live in a small section Makochi outside any of the gangs control with a scant few Espers to call your own… or well you did until the day Hayato Suo found you. WC 313/2000

(Chapter one just started)

Oneshots-

Dog Park with Megumi (no title yet)- You don't have dogs but you find yourself at the dog park everyday because you can't have pets. That's where you meet Megumi Fushiguro (NSFW)WC: 0/15000

A Bouquet of Deadly Thorns- Hanahaki Soulmate Gojo x Fem Reader

The world now is riddled with the phenomenon known as soulmates. You don't know yours but before you can even think about finding them, you must get rid of your growing feelings for Satoru Gojo, the only problem is they've grown suffocating and you've started coughing up blood and flower petals. (NSFW) WC: 3098/8000

Tetsuro Kuroo bar night (no title yet)- The first night you meet Kuroo he was celebrating with his friends who'd just won their volley ball game. You were drinking away your sorrows yet again from another shitty date. Fate had a funny way of making you forget things when he gets dared to make a move on you. (NSFW) WC: 0/10,000

My name in your mouth- Professional Poker Player!Suo Hayato x CardShark Fem!Reader Suo Hayato is well known in the gambling circuit, he strikes fear in all his opponents. Terrified that they will lose all the winnings and perhaps even worse to him. You however are a dark horse, a rising star lurking in the shadows among the tables, and you have the arrogance to back it up. You take Suo on and surprise him in more ways then one. But he's desperate to wrest back control from you and the rising sexual tension between the two of you gives him the perfect excuse. (NSFW) WC: 0/7000

Single Drabbles- 5.00 for a full drabble

Jo Togame festival day (sfw) - Link

Jo Togame the baths (NSFW) - Link

Nobara/fem! reader (jjk) (NSFW) shopping day, in the dressing room

Himuro tatsuya/male! reader (knb) (NSFW) pining, street ball rivals

Seishiro Nagi/gn!reader (blue lock) (SPICEY (not full nsfw)) comfort, lazy day, reuniting after long distance for a while

Sebastain/fem! reader (SDV) (nsfw) phone sex

Astarion/male!reader (BG3) (NSFW) dry humping, semi public sex Suo Hayato/fem!reader (wind breaker)(NSFW) overstimulation

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Masterlist (18+) ♡☆♡☆♡☆

This is a comprehensive list of all my fics and headcanons. These are all x readers, and the reader is almost always fem. Listed at the end are things that I will write and won't write.

I do take requests!! I have busy schedule though, so it may take up to months for me to get to yours.

Characters I write for: L Lawliet, Tomura Shigaraki, Shouta Aizawa, and Professor Franken Stein, my ocs

I am also a self-shipper! I may post content about my f/os and the time I spend with them. If that makes you uncomfortable, then take a walk!

Minors CANNOT interact with these posts, as 98% of them are nsfw.

Date updated: 8/16/24

L Lawliet ♡♡♡

L Lawliet With a Shy & Insecure Reader (hcs)

Somno/Morning Sex with L (smut fic)

Fem!L x Fem!Reader

Food play with L (self insert smut)

Drunk 69 with L

Voyeurism and Somnophilia with L (smut fic)

L Lawliet x Bipolar Reader (headcanons)

Intricate: L x Chubby! Reader NSFW (smut fic)

Distraction (smut fic)

L x Curvy! Reader (headcanons)

What L Would Do When He's in Love (headcanons)

NSFW Headcanons

L and reader lose their virginities together (smut fic)

The Task Force walks in on you and L making out (fic)

Pet names he'd call you (headcanons)

L x INFP! Reader (headcanons)

L x Short! Reader (headcanons)

L x Reader: First Time Headcanons

L x Chubby! Reader (headcanons)

L SFW Alphabet

L NSFW Alphabet

L Relationship Headcanons

Tomura Shigaraki ♡♡♡

Bipolar!Tomura x fic (one-shot)

Shigaraki x Fem!Reader: Shiggy crushing on reader - Two Part One-shot

Bipolar Shigaraki Headcanons

Fem Shiggy Headcanons

Shigaraki walks in on Re-Destro talking shit about you (short fic)

Shigaraki's Psychological Conditions Headcanons

Shigaraki x Fem!Reader Anal Sex (One-shot fic)

Give Your Heart a Break - shigaraki x reader series

chapter 1

chapter 2

chapter 3

Clingy!Tomura x reader hcs

Kisses with Shigaraki (headcanons)

Shigaraki with a Girlfriend Headcanons (w: dub-con/non-con, domestic abuse)

Neko!Shigaraki and Reader smut

Stoned Bathroom Sex with Tomura

Sfw Reverse Comfort MDLB (mommy dom/little boy)

Mommy Kink with Shigaraki (smut fic)

Shigaraki x Chubby! Reader Headcanons

Nasty (Period sex) (smut fic)

NSFW Headcanons

NSFW Alphabet

Shiggy x Short! Reader (headcanons)

Tomura fucking you in front of Dabi (smut fic, TW: dub-con)

Shouta Aizawa ♡♡♡

Professor!Aizawa x College Student (this sucks n is vry ooc)

Aizawa x Bigender reader hcs

Aizawa x reader headcanons

Emotional Support Sex with Shouta

NSFW Headcanons

Aizawa x Bipolar! Reader (headcanons)

Aizawa x Virgin! Reader (smut fic)

Aizawa x Short! Reader (headcanons)

Aizawa SFW Headcanons

Aizawa x College Student! Reader (smut fic)

Aizawa NSFW Headcanons

Aizawa x Chubby! Reader (headcanons)

Aizawa Relationship Headcanons

Franken Stein ♡♡♡

Stein x Immuno-compromised Reader (headcanons)

NSFW Alphabet

Stein x Chubby! Reader (headcanons)

Liela Lovesworth (my oc) ♡♡♡

Confession (sfw)

F/O CONTENT

L x me art

Aizawa and I's 4 yr anniversary post

What I will write♡♡♡!!:

Nsfw/smut

fem characters (ex: fem L, fem Tomura, etc)

fem-reader

enby reader with female anatomy or male anatomy (please specify for nsfw)

male reader but I've never done it

Any character that I write for

fluff

sfw

crack fic

dubcon/noncon

problematic content

Mental illness (bipolar, schizophrenia, ocd, etc)

Mommy/daddy kink

Chubby reader

anal but not rough

What I WON'T write ×!×!×:

Minors/pedophilia

scat

blood/mutilation (with the exception of period sex)

Anything ridiculously out of character

brutal rape (any rape is brutal, but I mean gruesome to the point of no return after I write it)

Yandere (I will write obsessive partners and codependent relationships, but no kidnapping or stuff like that)

violence

Furry (except nekos)

Incest

Characters I don't write for

Chains/leather/etc

[takingchences]

♡ ❦ ♡ 𝐦𝐲 𝐁𝐍𝐇𝐀 + 𝐌𝐇𝐀 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 ♡ ❦ ♡

𝐰𝐞𝐥𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞, 𝐟𝐨𝐥𝐤𝐬! 𝐥𝐞𝐭 𝐦𝐞 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐢𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮❜𝐝 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐣𝐨𝐢𝐧 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐨𝐰. 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐞𝐝. 𝐝𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐥, 𝐜𝐨𝐩𝐲, 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞, 𝐨𝐫 𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐦 𝐦𝐲 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤 𝐚𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐨𝐰𝐧. 𝐩𝐡𝐨𝐭𝐨𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤 𝐝𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐞.

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❀ KATSUKI BAKUGOU series

𝐔𝐋𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐕𝐈𝐎𝐋𝐄𝐓 -> 𝐏𝐆-𝟏𝟑

Pairing: Bakugou x fem!oc

A descendant of a legendary quirk longs to separate herself from her family name, but first she'll have to confront villains, ghosts from the past, and her growing attraction for Great Explosion Murder God Dynamight.

Status: ongoing

# ultraviolet specials

coming soon

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𝐃𝐀𝐌𝐒𝐄𝐋 -> 𝐑𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐑 (𝟏𝟖+)

Pairing: Pro Hero!Bakugou x fem!oc

After receiving a number of death threats and surviving a failed assassination attempt, an up and rising hero is hired as a bodyguard for a young heiress until the culprit is found.

Status: in progress

❀ DABI + TOUYA TODOROKI series

𝐆𝐎𝐎𝐃 𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒 -> 𝐑𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐑 (𝟏𝟖+)

Pairing: Yandere!Dabi x fem!oc ( feat. Hawks )

A young agent for the Hero Commission offers a hand to a scarred boy on the street, unaware that that one act of kindness would come back to haunt her years later. After all, the road to Hell is paved with good intentions.

Status: on hiatus

♡ mini series + oneshots ♡

𝐏𝐎𝐏 𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐄𝐒𝐒 -> 𝐏𝐆-𝟏𝟑

Pairing: Rockstar!Bakugou x Ex!fem!reader

#quirkless au. #band au. #exes to lovers.

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𝐒𝐓𝐔𝐂𝐊 𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐔𝐁𝐔𝐑𝐁𝐒 -> 𝐑𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐑 (𝟏𝟖+)

Pairing: Married!Bakugou x Married!fem!reader

#quirkless au. #married life au. #parent au.

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𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐘𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐒𝐄 -> 𝐑𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐑 (𝟏𝟖+)

Pairing(s): Bakugou x Married!fem!reader x Kirishima

#married life au. #parent au.

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𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐔𝐒 & 𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐒 -> 𝐏𝐆-𝟏𝟑

Pairing: Dragon Prince!Bakugou x fem!reader

#fantasy au. #arranged marriage au. #quirkless au. #enemies to lovers.

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[with-my-calamitous-love]

BAREFOOT IN THE KITCHEN / SACRED NEW BEGINNINGS

shouto todoroki x reader

shouto makes a mental checklist of all the things he loves about his home. (you.)

inspired by cornelia street

houses and homes are two different things for many different people.

for shouto, a house was simply a structure that sheltered the most personal details of ones life. the family, the fights, the scars… a house was a place he was forced to be in, forced to grow up in. it was never happy for him.

and shouto knew his childhood house well, as if there were key signs that warned him of incoming disaster. the stillness of the house, even the old floorboards refusing to move. the sudden change of tension in the air the moment the front door opens. the lack of his siblings laughter, all hiding away from him.

the worst kinds of hurt come from the people who should be protecting you.

so he’s hesitant when it comes to getting close to people. his worst fear, now as an independent pro-hero, is going back to one of those still, tear-filled houses.

and you can’t blame him. he doesn’t know what a home is, at first.

1) home is your apartment.

first, shouto learns that home is going to your apartment after work, because he knows your fridge is actually filled and you’ll have clean towels for him to dry off. as self sufficient as he may be, he’s a youngest child at heart. that means be loves to have people to lean on- though they’re far and in between.

as he drives through the city, its as though the street lights point him in your direction. he’s completely mystified, wanting nothing more than to seek your refuge. he barely has a chance to fumble with his keys before you’re already opening the front door for him, as if you just sensed his presence.

“how was work?” he asks you, wrapping his arms around your waist while you cook food on the stove. you love him when he walks out of the shower, wearing nothing but his black sweatpants with a loosely tied jaw string. his perfect muscles are glistening with water, and his hair smells like your shampoo.

he hums as he listens to you, clinging with zero interest of letting go. he loves this, and loves coming home to you after gruelling days at work. sure, his house was bigger, maybe more lavish with unreasonable monthly rent, but all of that doesn’t compare to your laughter at his shitty jokes. it pails in comparison to your favourite mug and the specific way you take your coffee. its the mundane things that make you so beautiful to him.

2) home is your cooking.

he’s used to running on an empty stomach. he doesn’t pay too much attention to his self care, despite his status and previous training. he simply just doesn’t have the time to sit down and have a proper meal, not when he has to work hard and maintain his rank.

all of that changes, however, when you begin your ritual of making soba for him every friday night. at first, he’s confused- not that its incredibly hard to make, or that it would take you that much time- no. he’s confused as to why you did it specifically for him. i mean, sure, you two are dating, and it was a really sweet gesture, but it was also so personal. you could have surprised him with flowers, or treats, or lacy lingerie, but instead you crafted the dish he loves so much.

and it tastes so good.

“your mom told me its your favourite.” you sheepishly admit, referring to the phone call you had with rei earlier. “did she?” shouto smiles, slurping up that last piece of soba eagerly. it makes him warm, knowing that you actively talk with his mom, even when he’s not around.

and she loves you, because you’re an extension of who shouto is. and he will proudly announce that to his family, wanting to share that love with others too. he wants to thank you not just for the food, but for everything else too. though he can’t quite grasp just everything you’ve done for him.

3) home is your smile.

its a no brainer that shouto has money. he grew up rich, and has become one of the most successful pro heroes to date. he loves to spoil you, because he loves seeing the way your eyes light up when he hands you a bouquet of your favourite flowers or that new book you’ve been raving about.

he’s also a man of style. he loves to buy quality clothes and comfortable fabrics, obviously for himself but more so for you. he loves seeing that the jacket around your shoulders is his, walking around in the autumn air.

“you’ll get cold.” you almost whine, but fail to make an actual protest as he leaves his long trench coat around your shoulders. you love the smell, his cologne on your skin. shouto just smiles- he’s never really been impacted by temperatures too much anyway. “its alright, beautiful. it looks better on you, anyway.”

he loves to see you basking in the summer sun, walking through the subtle crisp of autumn leaves, spring pollen making your nose scrunch up adorably, or the way the snowflakes sit on your eyelashes. he loves you all the time.

or the fancy dates he takes you out on, long nights of drinking and laughter. and he’ll happily call you two a taxi, hoping that the person on the other end of the line can excuse his happy-intoxicated slurs. you two sit in the backseat, drunk on something stronger than the drinks in the bar.

“you’re so cute when you’re drunk, love.”

“you’re -hic!- just as drunk as me, sho.”

“am i?”

he’s also the type to almost forget your address when the driver asks- he’s way too drunk, half off of the alcohol and half off of you.

4) home is your arguments.

familial arguments aren’t a new thing for shouto. he’s used to it- the tears, the yelling, the scars that cut deep. but for the first time, maybe ever, he doesn’t want to back his bags and leave before you even know he’s gone.

he finds himself wanting to stay, wanting to make things right. he’ll distance himself, let himself cool off before going to talk with you. he doesn’t dare to say the wrong thing, to let something slip at the heat of the moment. he needs you to know that he loves you not just through every kiss, but through every argument too. he’s here for the good and the bad.

he hates seeing you cry. your pain, the person he loves more than anything being in pain is a kind of heartbreak time could never mend. he’s terrified if you ever walk away. you’re the one person he can’t lose. absolutely not.

“i’m sorry, gorgeous.” he hums, laying down on the bed next to you. he makes it impossible to stay mad at him, for whatever has happened. you just sigh, any traces of anger disappearing when he touches you, pulling you in and forcing you to look at him. he has puppy dog eyes and doesn’t even know what they do to you- and it drives you insane. “i’m sorry too.”

you don’t say anything else, but you opt to leave a sweet kiss on the tip of his nose before drifting off to sleep in his arms. in the morning he’ll call in sick for you and bring you your coffee in bed. it doesn’t matter how stupid, how petty or how hurtful the argument was- you two will make up.

5) home is the memories you’ve made.

shouto can’t dance. and for a man who is supposedly good at everything, you find that absolutely adorable.

“am i doing this right?” he asks, holding your waist close to him as the two of you sway together. the lights are off, the soft glow of the refrigerator light illuminating the two of you like a snow globe, round and round.

you nod reassuringly, the sounds of some american singer playing on the radio. both of your bare feet creak beneath the wooden floorboards, as if the house itself was humming along to the tune.

this is your religion. and this is a sacred new beginning for shouto. the first house he had ever felt was home.

“i love you.” you whisper, getting on your tip-toes slightly to kiss his jawline. “i love you so much, darling.” he hums back, vowing to remember this moment forever.

6) home is wherever you two are, together.

he never wants to lose you. he physically, cannot lose the floorboards, the streets, and the home he’s loved you on. he’d never walk these streets again. if they don’t lead to you, they don’t lead home.

[doumadono]

MY HERO ACADEMIA MASTERLIST - PART II

KVITRAVN (viking!Dabi) - act I • act II • act III • act IV • act V • act VI • act VII

BNHA boys confessing their love - headcanons BNHA boys & gn!reader dressed as them - headcanons Izuku, Katsuki and Shoto & s/o with a heat dizziness Study like Bakugo! - a brief guide to effective study methods Pro hero Dabi - headcanons MHA villains & their Hogwart houses - headcanons Boxer!Bakugo - NSFW headcanons MHA boys & Valentine's Day - headcanons Pro hero Dabi & intern Bakugo - headcanons Deaf!Bakugo & his daughter - headcanons Dabi & an albino girl - headcanons Corrupt cop!Bakugo - NSFW headcanons Bakugo with intermittent explosive disorder - headcanons Step brother!Bakugo - NSFW headcanons Armless!Bakugo - headcanons

Carrying his child - Dabi x Reader Another round - Dabi x Reader (NSFW) His attention - Dabi x Reader NSFW Alphabet - Bakugo Katsuki NSFW Alphabet - Shoto Todoroki NSFW Alphabet - Endeavor Aftermath of the fight - Bakugo Katsuki x Reader Whispers from the abyss - merman!Dabi x fem!OC The haunting melody - Himiko Toga x Reader Whatever it takes - Bakugo Katsuki x Reader A missed call - Hawks x Reader The rain - Shoto Todoroki x Reader A little gesture - Bakugo Katsuki x Reader A snowstorm - Dabi x Reader A hostage - villain!Hawks x Reader Little kitten - Shoto Todoroki x Reader Christmas Jumpers - KiriBaku Intoxicated - Shigaraki x Reader x Dabi (NSFW) A birthday gift - Dabi x Reader (Dabi's birthday event) Happy birthday - Dabi x Reader (NSFW) (Dabi's birthday event) Heated argument - Dabi x Reader (NSFW) (Dabi's birthday event) Fitting room - Dabi x Reader (NSFW) An absolution - priest!Dabi x Reader (NSFW) Shoto realising he's in love The boss - Bakugo Katsuki x Reader (NSFW) A first tattoo - Bakugo Katsuki x Reader (NSFW) How to earn your orgasm - KiriBaku x Reader (NSFW) (Bakugo's bday event) Little slice of happiness - Bakugo x Reader (Bakugo's bday event) Surrendered to the hero - Bakugo x Reader (Bakugo's bday event) The alleway release - Bakugo x Reader (NSFW) Manhunt - villain!Bakugo x Reader (NSFW) Interrupted gameplay - Shigaraki x Reader (NSFW) Little heroine - villain!Bakugo x Reader (NSFW) Steamy shower - Dabi x Reader (NSFW) Silent Waves, Silent Wounds - Touya Todoroki x Reader Remote desires - Dabi x Reader (NSFW)

disclaimer: every link painted in hues other than the default is a blatant shout-out to the fics specially crafted for events/challenges hosted by fellow writers

MAIN MASTERLIST MY HERO ACADEMIA EMERGENCY REQS KO-FI COMMISSIONS

[skipper19]

GYAT DANG

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Dabi's vision blurred with unshed tears as Sweets's frail body went limp in his arms, her breath growing shallow and labored. The bullet wound in her chest seemed to pulse with a crimson rhythm, a relentless countdown to the moment when she would slip away from him forever. "No, no, no!" he cried out, his voice cracking with despair. "Don't leave me, Sweets! Not like this!" Desperate, he pressed his scarred hand to the center of her chest, willing her heartbeat to steady, to strengthen. "You promised me you'd live," he rasped, his eyes burning with a fierce, primal energy. "You promised you'd swim with me, that we'd build sandcastles and laugh together. Don't break your word now, not when I need you most!" His words were a plea, a prayer, a raw, emotional outpouring of everything he felt for her. And as he held her, his heart breaking with every passing moment, he vowed to keep her promise, no matter the cost. If she died, he would drown himself in the ocean, would let the waves take him until he couldn't breathe, couldn't think. Because losing her would be worse than death itself.

[yepperoniro]

New fucked 3am idea.

Yandere Todoroki Family x youngest Fem Todoroki reader or oc whatever.

Warning Incest and Platonic Yanderes present.

Firstly, Y/N or Yen was born 8 months after Shoto. And she also has the half cold half hot quirk. [Because I'm so creative right @@]

anyway...

Because Shoto existed and was male, Enji didn't pay anymore attention to her than he did any of his other non-shoto kids. That was until one night at dinner when Yen called Toya Daddy. After this, Enji cared. But like Too Fucking much. He became super protective and overbearing. And rest in peace, Toya and Rei [not literally doe] that night because guess who was getting punished for Yen's mistake. And when Yen started growing into her body, things went from bad to worse for her as Enji's overprotective and overbearing became covertly perverse. Bathing with Yen choosing what she wears. When Rei confronted him about this... she was punished for even thinking it was possible. Enji isn't stupid or delusional, though he knows doing anything directly to her would be wrong, so he doesn't, but he does fantasize.

Rei's relationship with Yen is complicated at best. She is Platonic Yandere for her absolutely. She doesn't let Yen learn how to use her quirk because it could harm her. [Enji support this decision] However, most of Rei's punishments once Enji cared about Yen are Yens fault. Yen made a new friend Rei was getting punished. She kinda has been sneakily feeding Yen herbal anti-quirk remedies. [Enji didn't notice this one, though.. just assuming her weakness comes from the lack of training with her quirk.] She knows about Enji's feelings, having heard him moan their daughters name while he yanks it. But she's too afraid to say anything, thinking he might act on his feelings if anyone knew about them.

Dabi / Toya has the second most fucked relationship with Yen. As said before, Yen saw him as her father figure even though they were only 11 years apart. He sympathizes with her the most she was what father wanted but still wasn't enough. She was only 2 when he ran off, but he was still uncomfortably attached to her. Outsiders who would see photos of the two together would always raise an eyebrow. Why is his hand there as he's holding her up. After he woke up from his coma, he became more stalkery towards his family as a whole, but his sister was the most of all. He even became her only friend [Much to Rei's dismay.] in the form of a pin pal. He absolutely never ever put her in any danger. Ever. Even if it would hurt Enji the most, he couldn't handle that. When he blew the whistle on his abusive family, he pointed out the pedophic incestuous relationship his dad has with Yen. He even accused his mom of knowing and supporting his vulgarities to lessen her own abuse. [This was Rei's biggest fear]

Fuyumi isn't Yandere, not even Platonic yandere. She's just obvious. 100% obvious to her only sisters suffering. She knows dad is more protective of her, but she doesn't see the incest. Or the yandere. She also downplays alot of the abuse. But that's with all of the abuse. Not just Yens.

Natsuo is a Platonic yandere who actually has Yens happiness and health in mind incomparasson to the rest of his yandere family members who are all selfish to some extent. And he is, too. To some extent. [ You'll see in a bit.] He is the only one who is fully aware of all of his families yandereness. When the video came out his response was 'pot calling the kettle big brother what the fuck.' He knows that his mom is poisoning Yen but he doesn't know how and what to do about it. But he knows it's happening. He also knows about Shotos' actions and was very very very supportive of him going off to school and leaving. He regularly invites Yen to play games in his room until she falls asleep and he let's her sleep in his room. He does this to protect her from Shoto.

Last but certainly not least Shoto. He has a love-hate relationship with Yen except with yandere and incest. He is the only one who is physical with her, which is awful but good because at least only one of them is. He and her went through puberty around the same time, so he experimented on her often. Due to them having the same quirk, sometimes he reflects on her, and when he's having a bad day with his quirk, he punishes her for it. He is the only one who actually spanks Yen, but it is never when she needs it. Only when he decided she needed it.

Other things that happened in this au.

When the video came out, instead of bringing everyone together, it did the opposite. Rei being fearful of her youngest daughters virginity [she doesn't have because Shoto. But Rei doesn't know that] tries to run away with Yen. She doesn't get to far because Natsuo who knows about everything and is like 'um no fuck that. you've been poisoning her somehow. You can't be trusted either, and so he takes his baby sister from his mom.

Rei demands a divorce, and she is granted one once the video is released. Enji falls into an intense depression because of his wife leaving and taking his baby girl. And now the world knows about his darkest secret, and no one is supporting him. And because no one in this UN has a PR person, all are under the impression he is a child predator, which he kinda is if your his daughter [which you are oof.] Once the divorce goes through Natsuo takes his mom to court to demand custody of Yen because the poisoning... while all this is happening, Dabi has been secretly planning on kidnapping Yen.

Dabi has a Daddy kink for Yen. So does Enji, but ironically, she never calls him daddy only ever Enji or 'dever.

... there is the 3am Idea. Watch me regret posting this when I wake up for work tomorrow.

[azzo0]

BNHA Fics

⇛ Bakugo

See you later (Soulmate AU) ↪ In middle school, you see a red string on your finger. It leads you to Bakugo Katsuki, a boy with fire and anger, less than pleased to see you as his soulmate. After several attempts of befriending and getting to know him, he shuns all your efforts to break through. Letting him go, you drift apart. But the red string of fate hasn't broken yet. Ten years later, you cross paths again. Eating your leftovers ↪ He eats your leftovers Cookies and Flowers ↪ Bakugo doesn't like Valentine's Day. But this year is different. His World ↪ Bakugo's teenage daughter has been acting suspicious for a while. He keeps shrugging it off until he finds her cuddled up on the couch with another boy. Let's just say he's less than happy to find out his daughter is dating Kaminari's son. Pickpocket(Prince!bkg)← Discontinued Affection in the Flow ↪ Katsuki wants to ask you to marry him. He takes you on a picnic, and everything seems to be going according to plan until he trips in the water and almost loses the ring. Infinite Memories ↪ It's Katsuki's 25th birthday. After celebrating and cleaning up, you take him on a trip down memory lane. Someone She Used to Know ↪ Katsuki meets his ex girlfriend after six years. Exam Season ↪ Katsuki comforts you when you feel frustrated revising for exams.  Here With Me (Guard!bkg) ↪ Bakugo Katsuki, your childhood best friend, your guard and the man you love most. You're aware he harbours the same feelings for you. Unfortunately, he doesn't deem himself worthy of your love because all he has to offer is his heart and soul. He can't have you, not when there are men far richer and caring than him, waiting to give you the life you deserve. Dancing in the Rain ↪ You and Katsuki dance in the rain.

⇛ Dabi

Happy Mama Day ↪ Touya and the kids surprise you for Mother's Day.

Mug Cakes ↪ You and Touya bake mug cakes at one a.m.

AO3 and Wattpad

⇛ Bakugo x OC

Always ↪ Wattpad || AO3 Yoshiko plays cupid for Shinsou and his dream girl, only to lose her best friend. Feeling lonely, she finds comfort in Bakugo, the grumpy and explosive hero-in-training. -A new girl transfers to class 2-A and Bakugo clashes with her the very moment he lays his eyes on her- it's hate at first sight. Much to his annoyance, she also happens to have a lot in common with him, from his love for victory to his fiery personality and quirk. As much as he loathes her, he finds himself being pulled to her like a magnet. He didn't mean to fall for her. After all, she was just an annoying bitch with a quirk that pissed him off. ↳ Enemies to lovers; fluff; bakugo x fem!OC; angst; slow burn; romance; completed

⇛ Dabi x OC

Reunite

↪ Wattpad || AO3

Hanae Yami's childhood had been a rough one. Cast aside, abused and tormented, she took to hiding in the shadows, her safe zone. But the dark can't hide her forever. When she meets a white-haired boy with turquoise eyes, her world lights up. Unfortunately, Todoroki Toya himself was a flame slowly diminishing. But fate has a twisted plan. Eleven years later, they are reunited, this time as enemies of society. ↳ Villain x Villain; angst; dabi x fem!OC; romance; ongoing ↳tw's: abuse, mentions of suicide, slight sexual themes, graphic descriptions of murder and killing.

⇉ 𝙄 𝙙𝙤 𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝙜𝙞𝙫𝙚 𝙥𝙚𝙧𝙢𝙞𝙨𝙨𝙞𝙤𝙣 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙖𝙣𝙮 𝙤𝙛 𝙢𝙮 𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙠𝙨 𝙩𝙤 𝙗𝙚 𝙥𝙡𝙖𝙜𝙞𝙖𝙧𝙞𝙨𝙚𝙙/ 𝙩𝙧𝙖𝙣𝙨𝙡𝙖𝙩𝙚𝙙/ 𝙧𝙚𝙘𝙤𝙧𝙙𝙚𝙙/𝙥𝙤𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙙 𝙩𝙤 𝙤𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙥𝙡𝙖𝙩𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙢𝙨. ⇇

[arvandus]

Touch Chapter 15 - Past and Present

Pairing: Dabi x Fem!AFAB!Reader

**18+ ONLY - MINORS DNI**

OVERALL FIC WARNINGS: Soft!Dabi, Fem!AFAB!Reader with a fictional backstory, fanon version of past events (I started this before the canon stuff dropped), manga  spoilers, canon deviation, drug abuse/withdrawal (with inaccuracies since it’s outside of my experience and relies on research and imagination), violence, heavy angst, past trauma/abuse, anxiety/panic attacks, PTSD, hurt/comfort, pining, slow burn, eventual emotionally charged SMUT,  all characters will be written with complexity (i.e., no  one-dimensional/hateful representations). *please pay attention to specific warning tags within each chapter!*

CHAPTER WARNINGS: Reader has a panic attack (described in detail); explicit violent thoughts; friendly reminder that this fic has a fanon-based backstory for Dabi and a fully-fleshed out backstory for Reader (think OC without a name/face); multiple uses of Y/N (sorry, couldn’t really be avoided this time).

Chapter Songs: All The King’s Horses by Karmina (Reader)/The Fragile by Nine Inch Nails (Dabi)

Part 1   Part 14

Chapter 15: Past and Present

Dabi felt like an idiot. A complete and utter dumbass.  It had happened so fast, so suddenly.  He hadn’t thought about the consequences of what he was doing when he pinned you onto his mattress in an attempt to wipe the smug grin off your face.

But as soon as he was over you, it was as if his mind went blank, the inner voices that criticized and warned falling unexpectedly silent.  All that had mattered in that moment was the look in your eyes, the feel of your skin beneath his palms, and your voice...

The way you’d said his name, as if you wanted him, needed him...

Dabi had always known you were attracted to him; you were never very good at hiding it. He could tell in the way your gaze became bashful as you touched his scars on his face.  He could tell in the way heat rolled off your body whenever you flushed hot in response to his close proximity, his own quirk-sensitive skin fine-tuned to temperature changes in the environment.  And of course how could he forget how flustered you got when he’d opened his door, fresh out of the shower that one night.

Dabi knew; he always knew.  He never really understood it, but that part didn’t matter, because it was fact.  It was why he enjoyed flirting and teasing you so hard early on, just to see you fluster beneath his gaze.

But physical desire was one thing. The way you had pleaded his name was another entirely.  It had nearly unraveled him from the inside out, your soft voice pulling at an invisible loose thread within his chest. It was more than just wanting; there was longing, as if you were begging him for something only he could give you.

So, for the briefest of moments, he let himself hope...

But then your phone rang, and then later you had left before he’d so much as had a chance to speak.  It was obvious you were running away, and it stung him to the point of dumbness, the simple goodnight falling from his lips while his mind screamed for him to stop you.

Maybe he’d assumed too much too quickly.  He’d felt a crashing wave of relief at your explanation for the birth control pills, but now his doubts had returned full force.  After all, it may not have been your only reason.

Maybe you were involved with someone else, and your quick exit the night before was fueled by guilt, guilt at allowing yourself to get caught up in the moment.

Or maybe, the attraction between you two wasn’t enough.  After all, you’d gotten to know him well enough now to see him as the hot mess that he was.  It was no surprise to him that you wouldn’t want to get involved beyond the precarious friendship you’d built.

Either way, your actions spoke volumes, and the defeat settled heavy on his chest.

Sleep was hard to settle into last night as it always was.  Dabi’s mind replayed the events over and over, partially to obsessively decipher the meaning of it all, and partially to avoid drifting off into the nightmares that would undoubtedly plague him.  He had half a mind to go knock on your door demanding answers; he was tired of guessing, he was tired of the uncertainty.  And most of all, he was tired of the distraction, of the way you occupied his thoughts. He just needed to know.

But he never did.  Maybe it was pride that kept him locked up behind his bedroom door, refusing to buckle first.  Or maybe it was cowardice, his refusal to come face to face with the very real possibility that you didn’t want him, not really.

He should be used to rejection; it was written through every page of his life, so this time should feel no different.  But at the same time, it was the rejection that had broken him in the first place. So, if he showed up on your doorstep, vulnerable and exposed and you refused him...

Dabi shoved the thought away. He didn’t want to entertain the possibility.  Besides, last night had been enough of an answer, right?  It told him everything he needed to know.

So, he stayed in his room, his mind replaying the sound of his name on your tongue over and over again, letting it torture him in the hopes that it would follow him into his dreams where you’d be waiting for him.  He let the memory of what had almost happened play out in his mind as he finally allowed himself to indulge, relieving his frustrations with the grip of his hand in the silent solitude of his room.

He had to fulfill his needs twice before sleep finally claimed him, only to wake up later in the night to sweating skin and wordless whispers haunting his ears from dreams he couldn’t remember.

Now, Dabi sat on the train with you in silence, the railcar slowly rocking back and forth as it moved along the tracks.  Your quirk once again coated him like a whisper, his mind eased slightly by your pills, as his nerves hummed quietly beneath the surface of it all.  Neither of you had brought up last night’s events, and while the air between you wasn’t uncomfortable like it used to be, there remained an undercurrent of awareness that neither of you wanted to breach; at least not here in public, under the watchful eyes of strangers.

Dabi was once again wearing his hoodie; it was still damp from the night before, and the feel of it along with its musty odor annoyed him.  But it was the only one he had, his wardrobe limited to what he was able to find in trash bins and homeless shelters, and the occasional donation from Giran when the old man finally took pity on him. 

Dabi increased his body heat just enough to warm the cotton fabric in an attempt to help it evaporate faster in the cool, damp air, but the action only made the humidity inside the hoodie worse, causing his unscarred skin to sweat and his healing wound to itch.

He wiggled his shoulders slightly in an attempt to alleviate it, and you glanced at him.

“You okay?” you asked.

“Itchy,” he replied.

If Dabi had a choice in the matter, he would have worn his usual stitched jacket.  But as soon as you’d told him where you were going – into the heart of Musutafu – he knew such a trademark piece would get him caught in an instant.  So, begrudgingly, he’d donned his disguise from the day before, complete with sunglasses and a mask to cover his scarred skin.

“It just means it’s healing well.”

“It needs to heal faster.”

You gave him a soft smile, and the pounding in his chest skipped.  “At least you only need to have your bandage checked once a day instead of twice like before.”

So you’d said that morning when you had treated him.  Dabi was glad that his healing wound would soon be a thing of the past, and so too would his reliance on your pills.

“How much longer ‘til we get there?” he asked.  His leg bobbed its usual rhythm.

“Two stops away,” you reassured.

“I don’t like how central your source is.  It’s too dangerous.”

“Sometimes it’s better to be right under the heroes’ noses,” you replied.  “Besides, normally it’s not an issue.  Compress and I pass off as perfectly normal citizens.”

Dabi humphed and sank back into his seat with his hands shoved deeper into his hoodie.

Compress.

Dabi still wasn’t convinced you two weren’t involved.  The selfish part of him didn’t want to care; he wanted to take you anyway, make you his; put an end to any possible involvement with a press of his lips against yours.

The selfish fantasy soothed his moodiness.

A few minutes later, the automated female voice rang out through the railcar, interrupting his daydreams.

‘Now approaching Musutafu City Hall and Cultural Center.  Next stop: Hero Commission Headquarters and Hawks Agency.’

“This is our stop,” you announced as you stood.

Dabi followed you silently like a protective shadow as you exited the railcar into the underground space.  His presence behind you made the hairs on the back of your neck and your arms stand on end, a constant awareness of him.  And yet, at the same time, that acute awareness made you feel safe. He was watching over you.

You had forgone your usual medical bag that you had, keeping it locked away in your room with the exception of a few of your pills that you kept in your pocket, just in case.  Instead, you kept the bare minimum on you, your fake ID provided by the League and cash in one pocket, and your burner phone in the other.  It made traveling easier; you didn’t have to worry about losing items or being pick-pocketed, especially with Dabi behind you, protecting your rear.

It was a Saturday, and the streets and sidewalks were busier because of it.  You and Dabi passed through crowds of people unnoticed as billboards, signs, and moving pictures covered the tall buildings that towered above your heads.  It wasn’t long before you were once again entering the familiar building of Yatsumoto’s residence. Only this time, it was a new front desk clerk – a young lady with a warm smile and trusting eyes.  You announced your arrival and a moment later were granted access to the elevator.

“Nice place,” Dabi commented as he eyed the locations of the cameras.  You smiled, appreciative of his perceptiveness.

"He does well for himself," you replied.

You both stepped off the elevator together, and you knocked on the door.  A moment later, Yatsumoto answered, ushering the two of you inside.

“You’re early,” he commented.

“We were in the area,” you lied.

In all honesty, it was Dabi who had pressured you out the door, eager to finally get his hands on his medication.

Dabi watched the man who you seemed to know so well with distrusting eyes.  He was attractive. Unfortunately.  Dabi half-wondered if this was who you were involved with.  He wouldn’t be surprised... he seemed like your type, or at least someone he’d picture you with.  Handsome, well-off. He seemed to like you well enough, based on how he smiled at you and how he addressed you.  It made Dabi’s skin crawl, and he subconsciously stepped forward to position himself slightly ahead of you.

You caught it instantly, the undercurrent of tension, the change in Dabi’s behavior. If you didn’t know any better, you’d call it protective at best, and jealous at worst.

The possibility almost made you laugh out loud in disbelief. For Dabi to be jealous, he had to care about you enough to want to lay claim to you, to consider you his.  And that mental picture did not meld with how you viewed yourself when it came to Dabi.  Sure, you knew he was attracted to you, and you knew the two of you had a connection that was ever-changing.  But you certainly didn’t see any heartfelt confessions of love or promises of commitment coming from scarred lips any time soon.

No, Dabi seemed more the ‘friends with benefits’ type.  And friends with benefits didn’t get jealous. Or, at least they weren’t supposed to.

Either way, there was nothing to be jealous of.  There was nothing between you and Yatsumoto. Not anymore, at least.

As you and Yatsumoto exchanged words, Dabi’s eyes scanned the space. It was neat, organized.  Nothing that would imply a stash of high quality, very expensive drugs on the premises.  Dabi wondered if he had a second, secret location that he pulled from as needed, or other handlers that fulfilled his orders from government facilities.

Yatsumoto stepped away into another room to grab the order, and you waited patiently.  Your eyes locked with Dabi’s, and you looked away quickly.

Dabi stared at you a moment longer before looking away as well.

“You two are close, huh?” he commented.

“We’ve known each other for a long time...” you replied.

Dabi didn’t respond; instead, he let his feet begin to take him where his gaze wandered.

“What are you doing?” you asked suspiciously.

“Nothin’,” Dabi replied.  “Just checking it out.”

“Nosey...” you accused.

“Curious,” Dabi corrected.

“They mean the same thing.”

Dabi smirked at you beneath his mask, but you couldn’t tell.  He made his way slowly to the nearby table that had papers stacked on it, his fingers drumming the surface as they itched to peek at their contents.

Yatsumoto came back, a small bottle in his hand.

“Got it,” he announced, his keen eyes on Dabi.  Dabi stepped away from the table nonchalantly to stand protectively at your side.

“Thank you,” you replied.  You took the bottle from his hand, and Dabi read the contents on the label.

His temperature shot up in anger.

“What the hell is this?” Dabi demanded, snatching the bottle from your hand before you could stop him.

Yatsumoto bristled.  “What are you talking about?  It’s what she ordered.”

“Bullshit, the dosage on this isn’t right.”

“Stop,” you whispered at him harshly.  You reached for the bottle, but Dabi held it out of your reach.

“How much are you charging her for this?”

“Half of what I charge everyone else.” Yatsumoto replied with narrowed eyes.  “And I don’t appreciate the accusation you’re making.”

“Stop!” you repeated, your voice louder, more insistent.

Dabi ignored you, though.  His eyes were set on Yatsumoto, and any moment now you expected the sunglasses to melt off his face.

“I’m not accusing you of shit. I’m telling you outright that you’re ripping us off.”

“Look, I don’t know who you are, but you gotta lotta nerve.”

Panic was drowning you, filling your veins with ice as you watched them bicker back and forth.  The longer it went on, the more certain you were that Dabi was effectively burning the only strong bridge you had that made you even remotely valuable to the League.  Lose Yatsumoto, and you lose... everything.

“Dabi, STOP!!” you finally yelled.

The sound of his name made him freeze and stare at you.  Even with most of his face covered, you could see the shock and incredulity in his expression.

You froze, wide-eyed.

You’d used his name. His Villain name, the one that was plastered on wanted posters and shown on the late-night news.

“Dabi??” Yatsumoto’s voice made you turn and look at him.   His eyes were wide behind his glasses, the color of his cheeks drained. “I need to speak to you.” He glared at Dabi.  “Alone.”

You followed Yatsumoto into his bedroom where he promptly slammed the door. You winced at the sound; your arms crossed over your chest.

“Dabi??  Dabi?? As in Dabi from the League of Villains?? Damn it, Y/N!”  Yatsumoto’s hands were in his dark curls as he paced.  “Is that who you’re involved with??”

You swallowed. “Yes.”

Yatsumoto pointed an accusatory finger at you. “I thought you were smarter than this.  Damn it, you are smarter than this.  What the hell are you doing?”

“Why does this shock you?” you replied angrily.  “You have an entire undercover operation here that you’re raking in MILLIONS of yen on.  Are you telling me that you don’t sell to villains?? Do you really sit here and vet everyone that comes through?”

Yatsumoto’s jaw clenched tight.  “That’s not the point.”

“Like hell it isn’t,” you replied.

“This isn’t like an organized crime syndicate like the M.L.A. or the Yakuza.  They have rules.  At least the M.L.A. would have made sense since I know your stance on quirk suppression.  But this... this is something else entirely.”  Yatsumoto began pacing again. “This is The League of fucking Villains.  They are the most wanted group out there. They allied themselves with All For One, who nearly defeated All Might, for fuck’s sake.  They attacked high school students and abducted a fucking kid.  And you’re okay with all of this??”

“You talk about them like they’re the Boogie Man.  They’re not.”

“They are!” Yatsumoto shot back.

“They’re not!” you insisted.  “I’ve spent time with them, Yatsu.  I’ve gotten to know them.”

Yatsumoto shook his head as he stared at you, his disgust evident on his face.  “I feel like I don’t even know you anymore.”

“Don’t.” your voice wavered.  “Don’t say that. I’m still me, Yatsu.  I still care about people. I still want to help people.  And right now, I’m helping him.” You pointed at the closed door where Dabi stood on the other side.  “Do you know what his quirk does to his body? How much pain he’s in all the time?”

“Did you know that he’s a murderer?” Yatsumoto shot back.  Your jaw clenched to the point of aching.  “Did you know that he burned up a group of street thugs not too long ago? It was all over the news.”

“It was self-defense.”

“It was a slaughter.” Yatsumoto shot back.  “They could only identify them by their dental records.”

A chill went down your spine, but you pushed it away, struggling to ignore it.  You didn’t want to think about it... not right now, not with Dabi...

“You’re such a hypocrite,” you whispered.  “The League aren’t the only ones who have blood on their hands.  Where did the old receptionist go, huh, Yatsumoto?  You said you took care of it... where is he now?”

“That is—”

“What? Different?  Oh, because it matters to you.  It protects you. That’s what this is all about, right?  It’s about covering your ass.  You make it sound like it’s because you care, like you’re morally above them, but in reality, all you care about is yourself and your goddamn drug empire.”

“The empire that you’re a part of, that you depend on.” Yatsumoto corrected. 

He stared at you a moment longer, before finally sitting on the end of his bed.  The fight that had been in him deflated slightly and his shoulders slumped.

“You’re right...” he finally said as he rubbed at the bridge of his nose beneath his glasses. “I have to protect myself and my assets.  And The League... the risk is too high with them. They’re too reckless.  The last thing I need is for it to get back to me. Why them, Y/N? Why not someone else, anyone else?”

“I... I didn’t have anywhere else to go.”

Yatsumoto’s tone softened.  “That’s a lie and you know it.” He pinned you with a familiar, warm gaze.  “You always had a place here, remember?”

You looked away.  “You know that wouldn’t have worked out.”

“Why not?”

You looked up at him and tilted your head slightly.  “You know why.”

Yatsumoto stared at you for a long moment before looking away, scratching the back of his head. “Yeah... yeah, I guess you’re right. But why the League? Why not the Meta Liberation Army?”

Your mouth opened and closed a couple of times before finally finding your voice.  “The League can give me something the Liberation army can’t.”

Yatsumoto furrowed his brow.  “And what’s that?”

You stared at the closed door, knowing Dabi was listening intently on the other side.

“My brother.”

Shock crossed Yatsumoto’s handsome features.  “Your brother is in Tartarus.”

“I know.”

“No one leaves Tartarus.”

“I know.  But he said he could do it if I helped the League.”

“Who said that?”

You gave Yatsumoto a long stare, allowing him to put the pieces together. There was only one villain strong enough to make such a brazen promise.  Yatsumoto’s grey eyes widened behind his glasses.

“Wait, you mean—”  Yatsumoto’s voice lowered.  “You met him?”

“No, not directly. But he passed the message on to me through one of the League members.” 

“Was this before or after All Might beat his ass at Kamino?”

“After.”

“So, he’s able to communicate with the outside world even though he’s locked inside Tartarus?”  Yatsumoto let out a low whistle and ran his fingers through his hair.  “This is bigger than I thought. You’ve really got yourself in deep.”

Tears brimmed your eyes.  “I have to try, Yatsu.  He’s been in there for so long...”

Yatsumoto put a comforting arm around you, and you leaned into his hold.  “I know. But... it’s Tartarus.  All of hero society would have to collapse before Tartarus would fall.”

Your expression hardened as you stared blankly ahead of you.  “Yeah… I know.”

Deep down, a loathsome, unforgiving part of you wanted that.  It wanted to tear it all apart.  The entire barrel of apples was rotten, so better to dump them out and start over.

Yatsumoto slowly removed his arm from your shoulders and stared at you.  For the first time, he seemed... scared of you, and you realized that maybe…

Maybe you and Dabi weren’t so different after all.

But this desire for violence was one thing you didn’t want to have in common with him.  You put your head in your hands, confused.

“I just... I hope it doesn’t come to that,” you whispered. “I don’t want anyone to get hurt. I just want my brother back.”

Yatsumoto stared at you long and hard before looking away again.  “I don’t think it’s something you have much control over. Unrest has been building for a while now.  Eventually it’s going to bleed into all of hero society, and when that happens, there’s going to be casualties.”

Your eyes brimmed with tears as you stared at your friend. “I—”

A knock at the door cut your words short, followed by Dabi opening the door without waiting for an invitation.  He leaned against the door frame, his arms crossed as he stared down at you before pinning Yatsumoto with a narrowed gaze.  His glasses were off his face and his face mask pulled down to his chin now that his cover had been blown.  Yatsumoto stiffened at the sight of him.

“You ready, doll?” Dabi asked. “Or are ya gonna chat all day?”

You took a breath and blinked away your tears.  “I’m ready.  I’ll be there in a minute.”

Dabi gave you a long, lazy look before stepping away again, his arms behind his head as he stretched.

Yatsumoto eyed him as Dabi walked out of his line of sight.  “I don’t trust him.”

You chuckled.  “I don’t think he trusts you either.”

Yatsumoto eyed you again, and you could see the hesitation in his posture.  “Are you sure you’re okay with him?”

You smiled as you stared at Dabi’s back.  “I’ve never been safer.”

You stood up to follow Dabi, but Yatsumoto grabbed your wrist.  You turned to look at him.  He stared up at you with concern.  “I mean it, Y/N.  Be careful with him.  Please.  You already know what he’s capable of.”

You hesitated, unsure of how to communicate how certain you were that Dabi would never hurt you.  But you knew whatever you said would be futile, so you opted for cooperation.

“I will,” you reassured.  “I promise.  So does this mean you’ll keep helping me out?”

Yatsumoto sighed and scratched the back of his head again.  “To be honest, I don’t really want to.  But I don’t think I have much choice at this point.  I don’t need the League coming after me because I’ve refused to supply them.”

“They wouldn’t...” but your words faltered, swallowed up by uncertainty.  You thought they wouldn’t, but you couldn’t say for sure, and that realization brought a new kind of discomfort.

Yatsumoto tilted his head at you knowingly.  “Yeah. Exactly.”

“I’m sorry...” you muttered.

Yatsumoto placed a hand on your shoulder.  “Don’t worry about it.”

You walked out from under his palm and made your way over to Dabi.  His posture relaxed slightly once you were next to him again, safely within his reach.

You held out your hand.

Dabi stared at it.

“What?”

“The pills.” You pinned him with a look. “Hand ‘em over.”

He let out an annoyed sigh and took the bottle out of the pocket of his hoodie and put it in your hand.

“You think I wouldn’t notice?” you whispered to him teasingly.

Dabi raised an annoyed eyebrow at you.  “Just like you thought I wouldn’t notice you lowered my dose?” he shot back.

You raised your own eyebrow at him in return.  Without speaking, you opened the bottle and counted the contents onto the table.  The amount matched the prescription and you put the pills back in, satisfied.  It wasn’t just to make sure Dabi didn’t take any; it was to make sure you were getting what you paid for.  You trusted Yatsumoto completely, but you knew Dabi didn’t, so the action was more to ease his own nerves.  You pulled out the cash from your pocket and counted out the bills into Yatsumoto’s open palm.

“Here you go, as we discussed.”

You bid your goodbyes to Yatsumoto as you left, Dabi following behind you in silence with his disguise back in place.

As soon as you were back in the elevator, Dabi let loose the question that burned at his tongue.

“Why did you order a smaller dose?” he demanded.

“Because you’ve been on mine for a couple weeks, so going back to the amount you were taking before would be a very bad idea.”

“Tch.” Dabi frowned and looked away.  “I don’t need you making those kinds of decisions without me, you got that?  That’s not your call to make.”

You stared at him in reproach.  “Actually, it kind of is. I refuse to be responsible for you overdosing.  Again.”

“Yeah? And what if they don’t fucking work?  What then? All this would be just a waste of fucking time.”

“It’ll still work,” you reassured. “You know that, right?  They’re extended release, so they’re meant to last longer than your originals.”

Dabi liked them even less.

“Whatever…” he muttered.  “Nice blowing my cover, by the way.”

You sucked your cheek.  The elevator dinged and the doors opened.

“I know. I’m sorry,” you replied.  “But maybe next time when I’m telling you to stop, you’ll listen.”

Dabi buried his hands deep in his pockets.  “Maybe next time you’ll give me a heads up. I wouldn’t have thought he was taking advantage if you’d told me what you did.”

He had you there.

“You’re right.  I’m sorry.” You finally said.

Dabi glanced at you out of the corner of his eye, but didn’t say anything. Your lips pressed together in frustration, his lack of reciprocal apology for his behavior making the resolution feel incomplete.  But you held your piece for now as you made your way out of the parlor and into the street.

As you stepped out, you noticed a yatai across the street, pictures of yakitori on the side of it.

“Are you hungry?” you asked.

Dabi followed your gaze.  “Yeah.”

“Come on, I’ve got a little money left over.”

Ten minutes later, and the two of you were tucked in an alley away from the bustling crowds as you ate.  Dabi’s mask was pulled down to his chin again as he ate the chicken off the skewer. The sour mood of before was lightened thanks to your meal, and you decided to extend an olive branch.

“How’re you doing?” you asked around a mouth full of food.

Dabi swallowed.  “It’s too bright outside.”

You stared up at the overcast sky, grey clouds low with the promise of more nighttime rain.

“Do you need me to touch you up with my quirk?” you asked.

Dabi shook his head.  “I’m fine, doll. Just a little uncomfortable.”

The nickname he used for you had become one of the many ways you gauged Dabi’s mood, the term of endearment coming up only when he was comfortable and at ease.  Hearing it now gave you a little bit of the comfort you needed, letting you know he had let go of his frustrations from earlier.

You looked out at the passing throngs of people.  There were a wide variety of ages, looks, attire... they milled along, unaware of your watching.

“Dabi...”

“Yeah?”

“Say everything works out the way we want, and we come out on the other side... where do you see yourself?”

Your question was so left field, that Dabi had to do a double take.  “What??”

“Like, what are your plans if we win?”

Dabi fell silent, the truth trapped behind tight lips. He didn’t have the heart to tell you that he didn’t have plans for after.  He’d never planned on living past his confrontation with his father.

“I don’t know,” he said evasively.

“Well, when you think of a happy life, what do you picture?” you looked at him.  “Toga wants to be able to love how she wants.  Twice just wants to be around people he cares about. Shigaraki... well...”

“Let’s not think about what Shigaraki wants,” Dabi replied.

Destruction.  Destruction, and nothing else.  The thought had never bothered Dabi before, because he’d never planned to live long enough to see the totality of it all anyway.  But now...

He watched you as you watched the people passing.

“What do you want?” you continued.  “To live alone at the top of a mountain? To stay with the League?  Find a stable job?” 

You watched as a child ran by you, a balloon in tow, and you smirked.  “A house and kids?”

It was a joke, of course; you were already sure of the answer.

Dabi choked on his last bite of yakitori, coughing and clearing his throat.  “Oh hell no,” he replied adamantly.

You laughed at him.

“No kids, not ever,” he continued.

“That doesn’t surprise me,” you chuckled.

“Fortunately, that’s something I’ll never have to worry about.”

You finally tore your gaze away from the crowds and looked at him as he tossed his skewer into a trashcan and put his mask back into place.

“Fun side effect of my quirk being incompatible with my body is that I’m shootin’ blanks.”

“Wait, seriously??”

 “Sperm don’t do well with heat.  Might’ve been fine if my body was fire resistant, but… y’know…” He smirked. “Little swimmers never stood a chance.”

“Oh…”

“C’mon, little doctor.  Didn’t you learn about the birds and the bees at your fancy school?”

You rolled your eyes.  “Of course we did. I guess I just never thought about it, is all.”

You were both done eating so you began walking down the street towards the train station.

“Does it bother you?” you asked.

Dabi scoffed.  “Of course not. It’s a damn blessing.”

“Yeah, but this is like... you never even had a choice.”

“Even if I did, I would have gotten myself snipped by now anyway.  All it did was save me from a very painful recovery period.”

“Good point... so no white picket fence for you. What would make you happy then?” you asked.

The blue of Dabi’s eye caught yours behind his sunglasses as he glanced at you while you walked. He was quiet for so long that you wondered if he even had an answer.  But finally, he replied, “Justice.”

You waited for him to elaborate, but he didn’t.  It didn’t matter; you didn’t need him to.  You already had enough information to fill in the blanks, thanks to the little bit of digging you did through old news articles on your phone yesterday while you were stuck waiting for Dabi to answer your calls.

It had shocked you to your core when you’d confirmed what you had suspected, but by now you’d adjusted to it.  There was a certain poetry to it all, between your history and his all being tied to the same man, and it only served to deepen your empathy for him.

You knew Endeavor was his father, you knew who he really was.  And with that information, while you didn’t have the full details of his story, you had enough to understand why he wanted to bring his father down.

All you had to do at this point was hear it from Dabi’s own lips, to confirm what you already knew.  For now, though, his lips remained sealed, and you didn’t press the issue further.  Instead, you changed the topic.

“So,” you prodded, “How much did you hear earlier with Yatsumoto?”

Dabi gave another side glance at you.  “Some of it.”

You stared at him.

“Okay, most of it.”

You couldn’t help the smug grin that pried your lips apart.  “I thought so.”

Now that it was all out in the open, Dabi had no reservations in asking all the questions that had piled up over the past couple of weeks. 

“So, your brother’s locked up, huh?”

“Yeah...” you replied.

All the pieces were finally falling into place.  Dabi had always wondered how someone like you ended up with the League of Villains.  Now it made perfect sense.

“What did he do?” Dabi asked as his eyes following the sudden mass movement of the people around him. No doubt a popular hero showed up nearby...

He waited for your response, but it never came.  He looked next to him, but you weren’t there.

Panic ran hot through Dabi’s veins until he saw you frozen in your tracks thirty feet behind him. Your eyes were wide with fear, and even from this distance he could see the way your chest heaved as if you were gasping for air.

Dabi followed your gaze, and then he saw it... across the street, three buildings down, stood Endeavor surrounded by a crowd of civilians.  Cameras flashed and phones were held high in the air to get pictures with the new number one ‘hero.’

Dabi’s blood instantly boiled, his heart rate tripling in his chest as his quirk itched at his fingertips.  A giddiness filled him, every nerve ready to spring into action.

He was right there.  Finally.

He felt the pull of all his hatred, his pain, focalize into a single point on his father’s face in the distance.  It was a face that was burned into his memory with every insult he received, with every punch he had to endure, despite the additional years added to the old man’s face since he’d last seen him.  It was almost as if no time had passed at all, the fire of rage burning as bright as it had on the night he’d committed himself to bringing him down.

All he had to do was go to him.

But something nagged and pulled at the back of his mind, forcing his focus away from the man ahead, from his past, his future.

Dabi looked back at you.  Your hand was clutching your chest and you looked ready to faint, your skin sheened with sweat.  Dabi stood rooted, torn between his zealous wrath and you, trapped and vulnerable. He wanted to yell at you, to tell you to hide, to take cover.  But he knew just by looking at you that you wouldn’t be able to do it yourself.

Damn it, why did this have to happen now??  What was wrong with you??

Dabi recalled the scar across your back, remembered how you’d reacted to seeing Endeavor’s face on the television that one night, every nerve in your body tense.  And now, it looked as if you were seeing the devil himself.

It was the nail in the coffin, verifying what Dabi had already suspected.  His father, his dear old dad, the number one hero, had given you that scar. You, a harmless civilian.  The reality didn’t surprise him. It was just another skeleton in his father’s closet.  Instead, it made the anger and hatred in his veins burn hotter still, the vengeance twice as strong as it had been a moment before. The need for retribution stretched beyond just himself; now that retribution included you as well.

He wanted to beat his father’s ass, tear him limb from limb, watch him cry and snivel and beg for mercy as Dabi threw his flames back in his face until the flesh burned away. He wanted you to watch, to see how weak the old man was, to see that he’d never be able to hurt you or anyone else ever again.

Black smoke began to flavor Dabi’s tongue, his hands burning hot within his gloves that began to bubble and peel.  Dabi stepped forward, ready to act, and yet... something in him hesitated.

On the brink of eruption, he forced himself to reason, assessing the situation.

It’s not the right time, not with all of these people here and other heroes close by.

And not with you frozen on the sidewalk, at risk of getting struck by his flames.

You’d already been burned by one Todoroki. He refused to let you be burned by another. That was his father’s legacy etched into your skin, not his.

It would never be his.

He had to get his father alone, without you nearby and when Dabi had more than just his weak, broken body to face him.

His father’s words rattled in his skull, mocking him.

You’re not strong enough.

It took every ounce of strength for Dabi to turn his back on his father and go to you, a growl gurgling low in his chest at the frustration of it all.  The first step was the hardest, turning on his heel, putting his target behind him.  But with each step it became easier, his frustration being forced to the backburner as his steps quickened into a sprint towards you.

“Hey,” Dabi called as soon as he reached you.

You didn’t respond; you couldn’t.  Fear had a tight grip on your throat, your brain so consumed by it that you couldn’t even hear Dabi’s voice.

Dabi grabbed you by your shoulders.  “Hey!”

 Still, you didn’t respond, your eyes glued beyond Dabi, across the street.  It was like you weren’t even here with him, your breaths gasping, your eyes wide like a frightened animal.  He cupped your face in his hands and turned your face towards his.

“Look at me, look at me.”

Dabi’s eyes found yours, but it made no difference.  You began to hyperventilate as your heart pounded with such strength you were sure it’d burst from your rib cage to land at your feet.  You could feel your world spin beneath you.  All of your senses were thrown into hyper awareness, like a scared rabbit catching the scent of a predator you couldn’t see.

But you could see.  You could see the red of his hair, his broad shoulders well above the crowd.  And if you could see him, then he could see you. All he had to do was look in your direction…

There was a crushing weight on your chest, and you knew that any moment now, he would get you, hurt you, kill you.  You were dying, you realized; the life was squeezing out of your lungs with each shallow breath, your vision blurred.

All you could see was red and orange flames, angry blue eyes.  You heard the sound of screaming that sounded like your voice, yet it wasn’t, because you couldn’t produce words, you couldn’t even breathe.

You barely registered the feeling of Dabi’s hand holding yours, of the tug on your arm. It brought forth the ghost of a memory, of a different hand dragging you down winding back streets.

‘Go! RUN!’

It wasn’t Dabi’s voice in your head.  It was your brother’s, loud and frantic.

You don’t remember running. You don’t even remember moving.  One moment you were standing in the middle of the sidewalk staring at the man who’d ruined your life, to leaning against a hard wall behind a dumpster.

You sank down to your heels, your knees drawn up as you covered your ears. Your panicked breaths ripped themselves out of your chest until your lungs ached and your face was streaked with tears.  Your entire body shook, ready to flee as soon as you could get your damn legs to work.

I can’t breathe, I can’t breathe...

The mantra ran through your head in a loop.

He’s coming... I’m going to die...

The faint recognition of warm, rough skin on your hand cut through your fog just enough to allow your other senses to pick up your environment.

“Y/N...” the voice was deep, familiar.  “Y/N, you’re safe now.”

You shook your head. It was a lie. He was coming. He would find you, and then it would all be over...

The hand cupped your cheek, and dark bangs and blue eyes came into your field of view, framed in a black hoodie.  You shied from them at first, the blue so familiar, so dangerous.  But your vision focused when you heard his voice again, familiar and safe. And his eyes... they weren’t filled with fiery fury like you remembered.  They were clear, shallow pools of aqua, black brows drawn together as they searched for you, finding you, trying to save you from the dark waters of your memories.  But the waves of trauma were great, huge swells that dragged you under with each beat of your heart against your rib cage and burning of your lungs.

Dabi stared at you, watching you fall apart in front of him, as an unwelcome sense of helplessness drowned his chest.  Familiarity pulled deep from his mind, old memories rising to the surface.  He’d seen this before...

‘Touya...’

The memory of his mother’s face, her hair fallen forward as she shook and gasped. This very thing had happened so many times, especially towards the end...

‘I’m here, mom.’

He’d learned how to respond, how to help. Memories sharpened, bringing forth experience like an old guidebook that had been lost but whose pages had been memorized.

Dabi moved on instinct. He took your hand and placed it against his chest.  You could feel the warmth, feel the cotton of his shirt where he’d unzipped his hoodie.  “Feel my heartbeat,” he said.

You could feel it, slow and steady.

“Focus on the feeling. Right here.”  He tapped his hand over yours to the rhythm of his heart that pounded strong beneath his sternum.

You forced yourself to focus on it.

“Good. Now count them.”

You couldn’t get your body to move, couldn’t get enough air in your lungs to speak.

“Count,” Dabi repeated.  His heart vibrated beneath your palm.  “One...”

Your mouth shaped the word, but there was no sound. ‘One.’

“Two...”

“Two...” your voice now carried on the smallest breath.

Now, with your voice coming back, you counted together in unison as Dabi helped your body slowly release the fear that had a chokehold over you.

“Three... four.... five....”

Dabi kept his hand over yours, while his other cupped your cheek again, making you look into his eyes.

“Eight... nine... ten.”

Your world came back into focus, and with it came the great cresting wave of emotion.  It rolled through you now, your body shuddering like it was sloughing a second skin, and fresh sobs fell from your throat.

“Dabi...” you whispered. You wrapped your arms around him, burying your face into his chest. He held you tight against him as your sobs became heavy, your body purging the marathon of stress it’d just endured.

Your senses came back full force, everything around you sensitive and raw.  The feel of Dabi’s hand on your back, the heat emanating from him, the musky moist smell of his hoodie mingling with the distinct smell of smoke.  You felt safe, protected, as long as Dabi continued to hold you, his body surrounding you like a barrier against the world.

When you finally calmed down, you realized that you were both on the ground, with Dabi’s legs bent on either side of you as you leaned against him.  You sat up just enough to look at him, tears still stuck to your lashes and wet on your cheeks.  Dabi’s eyes took in every inch of your face.  You were so close now that you could feel his breath on your skin, see the details of his irises.  The band-aid still covered his cheek, the skin beneath it purple where it had bruised from the torn staple.

Dabi’s thumbs wiped away at the tear tracks on your cheeks as he finished his inspection of you.

“You okay?” he asked.

You nodded and straightened up.  “Yeah. Yeah, I’m okay.”

A mild, numb sense of shock settled over you as you watched him stand up and dust the dirt from his jeans.  He extended his hand out to help you up, and you took it gratefully.

“How did you... where did you learn to do that?” you finally asked as you brushed off your own clothes and adjusted your jacket.

Dabi put his sunglasses back on and placed his mask over his mouth.  “My mom used to get panic attacks,” he replied.

You stared at Dabi for a long moment.

You nearly jumped out of your skin when a new, unfamiliar voice spoke in your periphery.

“Hey, is everything okay here?”

You spun to come face to chest with a tall man with spiked white hair and grey eyes.  He had a strong jaw that was familiar in its shape, but you couldn’t immediately place it, too dazed still from your panic attack.

“What??” you asked dumbly.

The man looked from Dabi to you, his brow furrowed in concern.

“I wanted to see if you were okay. I saw you across the street, it looked like you were having a panic attack.”

You glanced at Dabi, and immediately noticed how rigid his posture became, how he was practically holding his breath as he stared at the man in front of him who was a head taller than him. You waited to see if Dabi would answer, but he fell strangely silent.

“I’m okay,” you replied, giving the stranger your best smile.  You locked your fingers with Dabi’s and leaned into him; you realized his gloves didn’t feel right, and you glanced down to notice the damage on them for the first time.

Had he used his quirk??

No. If he had, you’d both be caught by heroes by now.  But it had come close...

You cleared your throat, realizing you’d gotten briefly distracted. 

“I just don’t do well with big crowds,” you lied.  “He helped me through it.” 

You patted Dabi’s chest and gave him an affectionate glance, playing the role of the sweet girlfriend.  Anything to try to soften his rough edges and aloof behavior that was making him look more suspicious by the second.

“Oh, okay.  Well, I’m glad you’re okay now. Do you need anything?”

This guy was nice, just another Good Samaritan.  So why did it seem like Dabi wanted to run?

“No, I’m okay, thank you.”

“Are you sure?”

Something in Dabi snapped.  “She said she’s fine.”

The man turned and stared at Dabi, and for the briefest moment, it felt like time stood still as they looked at each other.  There was something in the air, an energy that you couldn’t place. You watched with bated breath, waiting for something to happen. But the moment passed, and the man put his hands up and backed off slightly.

“Hey, no need to get mad.  I was just checking.”

Dabi turned and looked at you, and his hold on your hand tightened.  “You ready to go?”

“Yeah,” you replied.

Dabi brushed by the white-haired man, pulling you with him.  “Thanks for the help,” he said gruffly without so much as a glance.

You had to practically jog to keep up with Dabi as he whisked you away down the sidewalk, the man left standing behind you to watch your retreat.

As soon as the two of you had entered the train station, Dabi slowed to a stop and leaned against a concrete column.

“What was that about?” you asked, looking back over your shoulder.  The man didn’t follow, but you half expected him to.

“Nothing.” Dabi replied.  “Train’s here, let’s go.”

He led you by the hand into the railcar and picked out a couple of seats towards the back where he could have a clear line of sight of anyone who came in or out of the train.  Dabi didn’t relax until the doors had closed and the train began to move.  Then he slumped into his seat and leaned his head back against the wall behind him, his eyes closed behind his sunglasses.  He still held your hand but he hardly noticed, his mind racing.

That was close. Too fucking close.  He’d managed to keep away from his family for literally years, and now, today of all days, he managed to see not one, but two Todorokis.  Dabi didn’t startle easily. But coming face to face with Natsuo was not something he had ever considered a possibility until ten minutes ago.  At first, he feared that he’d recognize him, even with his face nearly entirely covered and his hair dyed.  He was eternally grateful when his brother’s grey eyes showed no signs of recognition.  But then Dabi had to open his stupid mouth…

It almost stung when his own brother hadn’t recognized his voice.  But then again, how often did people keep an eye out for ghosts?

Dabi was yanked from his thoughts when he felt the weight of your head on his shoulder.  He opened his eyes and looked down to see you resting against him as you gazed ahead.  That’s right… you’d gone through an ordeal yourself.  He was sure you were feeling fatigued now in the comedown. 

Dabi stared at the crown of your head and the intrusive thought of planting a kiss on the top of it invaded his mind. He shoved it aside. ��Instead, he subtly pulled his mask down just enough for his nose to peek out above. Instantly, the smell of your hair drifted up and he inhaled gently, letting the scent of you calm him as he leaned his head back against the wall.

As the train moved, Dabi felt the slow creep of his nerve pain and drug withdrawal return.  He suppressed the small pangs of pain that ran along his body; he didn’t want you to know, he didn’t want you to worry. You had enough on your mind.  Besides, you were close to home, and you finally had his pills. Eagerness and relief filled his chest, allowing him to breathe easier through the discomfort.  He’d waited for so long, what was a little longer?

The train finally reached your stop, and you sat up begrudgingly.  You expected Dabi to let go of your hand, but he didn’t. Instead, he led you out of the railcar and into the late afternoon. Once you were on the sidewalk, he casually put his arm over your shoulders, his hand hanging lazily over the edge.  You glanced at him, surprised by the gesture, but he didn’t return your gaze, his mind deep in thought as he kept his eyes ahead of him.  You could tell he was thinking about something, because of the way his brows were pulled together.

So, you leaned into his hold, enjoying the closeness and the warmth, even though your mind was screaming internally as your heart floundered in the gray area of whatever this was.  Nothing had been said outright about last night; but each day, each moment, brought more and more dismantling of barriers.

And yet, so much was still left unsaid.

His arm left your shoulders once you approached the back entrance of the old run-down hotel, his hand finding yours again as he took the lead up the stairs.  But as Dabi began to take the steps up, you halted, frozen in your tracks.

The tug on Dabi’s arm made him stop and turn to face you.

“What’s wrong?” he asked.

You stared up at the building with a mixture of relief and trepidation.  You couldn’t entirely put into words why you were hesitating going in.  A part of you wanted to.  While the building wasn’t much to look at, it spoke of home, of familiarity. And right now, familiarity was what you needed.

But it also spoke of isolation, of separation from the world around you.  With its run-down façade, old single-pane windows and leaky pipes, it spoke of a place forgotten, a place haunted by ghosts.  And in a way, that’s how you felt; a ghost, existing unseen in hero society, swept under the rug when you no longer fit their perfectly cut box.  You were all ghosts, here; nightmares created by others, hiding away to find solace in each other’s loneliness.

“I... I don’t know...” you whispered.  You looked at the ground with a frown.

Dabi stepped towards you.  “You don’t wanna go in?”

You shook your head silently.  Your answer surprised Dabi; when his mother had her panic attacks, she always sought a safe place after to recuperate. He had assumed that meant you’d want to go back to the hideout.

So, did you not feel safe here? That possibility bothered him.  Maybe that friend of yours had gotten into your head earlier...

Dabi’s jaw clenched.  He hated that guy.

He turned around and came back down the steps towards you.  You let go of his hand and crossed your arms over your chest protectively, and Dabi shoved his hands into his pockets.

“Where do you wanna go?” he asked.

“I dunno...” you confessed with a shrug.  You didn’t have a plan; it was all just feelings.

Dull pain bloomed across Dabi’s neck and he rubbed at it subconsciously. You saw.

“My pills and my quirk are wearing off, aren’t they?” you asked.  “We should get you inside.”

Your steps up the stairs were heavy, filled with resistance.  Dabi watched you as guilt chewed at his bones.

“I thought you didn’t want to go in,” he said.

“I’ll be fine,” you replied. “I’m just... in a weird place right now.”

“How about you just give me a couple of my pills and then we can go somewhere else.”

You smiled at his effort to try to find a solution that worked for both of you, but you shook your head. “I don’t want you going out there on your first dose.  I’m not sure how your body will handle getting back on it again.  Yesterday you lost hours, remember?”

You reached the top of the step, your hand on the doorknob.  You hesitated again, staring at the worn, dented metal.

Dabi sighed.  You were right, of course. Again. You were always right.  The last thing either of you needed was Dabi high off his ass in the middle of the city with you in tow, vulnerable and scared.  Dabi chewed on the inside of his cheek, feeling a ring with his tongue. 

A solution popped into his head, a solution he didn’t like.

“Give me your pills,” he said.

Your hand fell from the doorknob, and you turned to look at him with surprise.  “What?”

“Give me your pills,” he repeated.  “We already know they work okay.”

It wouldn’t fix it completely; Dabi would still feel the pain.  But it’d be muted, dulled. He could manage that for a few hours.

You hesitated with your lip caught between your teeth.  Dabi eyed the action intently.

Dabi joined you on the last step in front of the door.  “C’mon, doll.  Trust me for once.”

Let me take care of you.

Your gaze was pensive as you weighed the pros and cons.  “Okay,” you finally breathed.

Dabi grinned.  “Atta girl. C’mon, I gotta change my clothes first. I hate this fucking hoodie.”

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Chapter 16

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