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[imagination-mess]

The Former Reject Demon (Demon!Touya) (1/6)

This is an alternative universe where demons can be familiar to witches or wizards to assist and, most of all, as protectors. Witches and wizards can create pacts with demons.

Preciously: Demon! Katsuki Bakugou

Word Count: 1.0K+ (1/6)

A/N: Tumblr has a limit on how much you can put in singular post. I was forced to put it into six different posts. If you wish to see a singular post about it, here is the link to Ao3.

Kind of came out like outline of events, 😬 It's essentially word vomit about this Au. It's been consuming my mind. 

Warnings: Demon Discrimination, Blood, Violence, Manga Spoiler of Touya's powers

Demon!Touya Todoroki

His summoning wasn't what you would consider the traditional way of summoning. It would usually take place at an academy of witches to coven, where there is supervision to prevent anything from going wrong. There are a few factors involved in which his summoning should have been impossible unless two conditions were met.

A Life-and-Death summoning occurs when both the witch and the demon are on the brink of death.

When he was 14 years old, it was determined that Touya was unfit due to having such a fragile body to handle his powers. When he failed the routine medical examination that all demons have to go through at that age, He wouldn't be able to do his job effectively as a demon familiar to a witch.

The Demon Council's decision automatically disqualified him from participation and prohibited him from attending the bi-annual summoning at any of Hell's locations. He will be electrocuted if he tries to enter one of those buildings. 

His father, who went by the name Endeavor, also supported the decision made by the council. He is also on the council along with the older demons.

It destroyed Touya even more. Endeavor has already shown his distaste for seeing him train his body to handle his power. Touya wanted to prove his worth to him. He isn't a failure. 

He did try to hide and run away, but was eventually dragged back to be marked and cursed against his will. His body was branded by the council, which showed he was rejected in society. The branding should have prevented him from ever being summoned. His wings were clipped and cursed to prevent him from ever flying again. It is an extremely painful experience. He did fight back as much as he could. He is considered to be a baby compared to these hundreds-year-old demons. He never did return to the mansion that he grew up in, along with disappearing from the area. 

The branding is worse than death itself. It declares him a failure as a demon within society. He is considered to be beneath even the weakest of demons. His once-prestigious status plummeted to the bottom of the food chain. His status is now lower than that of demons, with no significant power at all. The branding acts as a stamp, marking him as an outcast. A reject who failed to meet the requirements of a demon.

It impacted Touya's self-esteem greatly. His horns on his head shatter into pieces within a month, which is a clear indication of a demon's self-esteem. They were once semi-healthy and smaller than they were supposed to be.

Touya started facing the real danger outside of his privileged life. He learned pretty quickly that he was very fortunate to have been raised to not worry about what lurks in the shadows and the constant bodyguard that his father assigned to each of his children. He had to learn how to survive and defend himself, which led him to learn how to steal in order to survive in hell. It was a dog-eat-dog world.

He also learned to not be in the same area too long; otherwise, he will be taken to those hellhouses that act like havens for orphans and raise them until they are able to get out of hell. He has seen a lot of runaways get taken to those places. Depending on the area, those Hellhouses are nightmares to live in supposedly. You have to earn your bed privileges and food. Touya would much rather take his risk out in the streets than in a place where he is constantly being watched. He knows he will have it worse for being a reject at such a young age. 

He has seen and experienced the treatment Reject Demon receives in hell. It's not pleasant. The constant looking over your shoulder. Other demons hunt reject demons just for shit and giggles. No one bats an eye to it, since reject demons are looked down upon.

Touya has never stopped training his body and power. He continued, but less frequently than he had before. He was more worried about getting the next meal one way or another than finding a place to sleep the night. He practically uses his flames in the daily basics just to defend himself from other demons. Not all demons are immune to fire. 

However, at the age of 16, he has major burn scars throughout his arms, among the scars of claws on his body from fighting constantly to survive. He often fought with other demons around his age, especially older demons who didn't have good intentions in mind. 

His horns have grown back smaller than their normal size, but with visible cracks on them. He has grown immune to the states due to the sad sight of his wings and the state of his body. There is no point in trying to hide his branding when his wings are a dead giveaway. 

He never did see his face in the center of the cities on the pinboards. His father never put up a missing poster of him, which showed Touya that he didn't care about him. Unknowingly, there are demons who are taking them down because of their hatred towards the Demon Council member, Endeavor. He looked a lot different when he was 13 years old; he has visible burnt skin. 

Touya has stolen a lot to make a living and made deals with sketchy people, which ends up backfiring on him. He was hunted down like an animal when he stole from the wrong person. It was the worst kind of demon who liked to torture and hunt demons just for the thrill of it. He did try to run as fast as he could. He didn't have functional wings to fly away, eventually being cornered at a dead end, which is how he ended up in this situation. 

Being choked to death, despite burning the demon that was choking him against the dirt. It became apparent that the demon above him was somewhat immune to flames when the demon started laughing at him and mocking him. He couldn't breathe, but it didn't stop him from increasing the fire as he clawed at the older demon. The demon had a haunting smile on his lips and was looking down at him. The demon was clearly enjoying this, despite blood running down their skin due to his flamed, sharp nails digging into the man's face. 

He wanted to live... 

NEXT PART (2/6)

[nimmie-nugget]

CONFESSION!!

“…you like me? Tough shit..” He muttered under his breath as his cheeks turned pink.

“I guess we could give it a try…” He said to you, a hand on your shoulder.

-Wanderer, Katsuki Bakugo, Dabi, Michael Afton(Teen), Sanemi Shinazugawa, Iguro Obanai, Tyler Hernandez, Muichiro Tokito(Before S3). /+Your Favourites

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Various Anime Boys: Being Told "I love you" For the First Time (Part 4!)

Full disclaimer about this part, this is a partial revision of the first part, I decided to go more in depth with the first few guys I did :) I will continue to revise the rest of the boys I did in the first part <3 Please enjoy!

Featured: Satoru Gojo, Dabi / Touya Todoroki, Giyuu Tomioka

Warnings: Dabi being a bit rude

~ Part 1 ~ ~ Part 2 ~ ~ Part 3 ~ ~ Part 5 ~

Satoru Gojo

(love of my life <3)

“Y/NNNNNNNNN. Let’s go do sooommmeeethinnnnngggg. This is boooooring.” Satoru whined, reclining on your couch.

“You’re the one who decided to come over when you knew damn well I’m working on my thesis, Satoru.” You replied, brows furrowed in concentration as you typed away at your desk. The deadline for your paper was fast approaching and you were stressed, to say the least. That much Satoru could tell.

He stretched himself out, long limbs dangling off the sides of the plush sofa. “Why d’you need to do this stuff anyway? All it does is stress you out n’ keep you away from me.”

You had been friends with Satoru for years now, having met him back when you worked at a cake shop. You had commented on how his spending there would finance your whole university tuition, and it had gone from there.

He was handsome, of course. But also funny, endearing, and so unbearably annoying. But he did have a heart of gold, you had to admit, and a very blunt manner of speaking to say the least. He didn’t mince words when it came to people he didn’t like, and that was something that you admired. He spent so much money on you, too; you couldn’t understand why. Satoru insisted that he was merely giving you what you deserved, but some of the gifts had been of the more sentimental and intimate variety, like the custom made locket necklace he had made for you, when you had mentioned your grandmother had one just like it.

Suffice it to say, you had feelings for him, strong ones. But a small part of you had doubts, which would creep up just when you had mustered the strength to tell him. Satoru Gojo was a beautiful, strapping young man, perfect in nearly every way. How could he ever see you as anything more than a friend?

You snorted. “If I don’t get this in I’ll fail and I’ll have to repeat the whole year, and that’ll set me back. I need to make something of myself, Toru.”

He rolled off the couch and strolled over to your desk, placing his hands on your shoulders. “What if you took a break though? Just for tonight? C’mon, I miss you.”

You looked over your shoulder to see glimmering big blue eyes peering at you, a soft pout on Satoru’s lips. “You’re such a child,” You sighed, but relented for now. After all, he was here and he was doing nothing but distracting you. And a break did sound nice. “Fine. What do you wanna do?” You asked, resting back in your desk chair.

“Something fun.”

“Like…?”

“Iunno, let’s go out! Let’s see what’s playing at the theatre or if they got my favourite cake back in stock at the shop!” He pulled you out of your chair, grinning.

“Oh, of course.” You rolled your eyes, but you did enjoy seeing him smile. He was annoying as hell, but you had to admit…it was kinda cute. You stood, going to grab your keys. “Or, we could go stock up on snacks, find some dumb movies, come back here and stay up til 4 AM.” You suggested with a smile. Satoru’s smile widened and he grasped your hand eagerly.

“Yes! You’re a genius, Y/N! Let’s go!” He started to pull you toward the door.

“Hah, I love you, Satoru, you dork.”

He froze in place, looking back at you with huge eyes. “Wha?”

You blinked. “What?”

“You said you love me.”

“I did?” You looked confused.

“Yeah, you did.” He turned and smooshed your cheeks in his palms. “Do you mean it? You’re not just pulling my leg, are you? ‘Cause that would be beyond cruel, Y/N. I have a heart too, y’know!”

You chewed on your lip, heat rising in your face. You did love him. He was an idiot, but you didn’t want him to be anyone else’s idiot. Slowly you nodded, placing a hand over one of his.

His blue eyes softened and he leaned in, resting his forehead against yours. “Tell me again.” He murmured.

“I love you, Satoru Gojo.” You replied in a whisper, your eyes half-lidded but still locked on his.

Without second thought his lips met yours and he kissed you tenderly, his fingers tucking through your hair. You swore you could hear his heart thudding in his chest. When he pulled away, hesitantly, he smiled and grabbed your hand again.

“Dunno if we’re gonna be watching all too much of the movies,” He said with a wiggle of his brows. “But we can still try, I’m a good multitasker.” He looked back at you, his grin widening. “And, in case it wasn’t obvious, Y/N, I love you, too. I always have.”

Dabi / Touya Todoroki

(I love him sm, he deserved so much better... :( )

You were busy doing your university homework when you heard a tap on your window. Yep, it was 3 AM, about that time. Without hesitation you got up and went to the window, sliding it open.

Hazy blue eyes met yours as booted feet landed on the floor. “Thought you were gonna leave me out here to fuckin’ freeze.” Dabi said, grumbling as he maneuvered his way in.

“I came here as soon as I heard you,” You argued back. Never a thank you from Dabi, even though he had been crashing at your place for the past six months. You both had met almost a year ago, when the League of Villains had crossed your path on your way home from work one night. Their leader, some guy with a hand on his face, wanted to kill you in case you were gonna narc on them, but for some reason, a couple of the others in the group had stopped him. Dabi wouldn't stop staring at you that night.

Since then he'd show up at your place every night around 2 or 3 o'clock in the morning. He claimed it was because the cops and heroes would never suspect him to be hiding out in a random civilian's home, but you were somewhat suspicious of the validity of that. After all, he'd said it'd only be for a couple weeks and here you were six months later.

“Is your hot water back on again?” He asked casually, kicking off his boots. “I fuckin’ smell.”

“What kind of trouble did you get up to tonight?” You asked, wrinkling your nose. “You smell like a lawnmower.”

Dabi snorted. “None of your damn business, brat.” His words were harsh but his tone was almost tired. “Is it on again or not?”

You nodded, “Yeah, it's on. Washed the clothes you left the other night, too.”

Once again, not a thank you in sight as he went off to your bathroom, shutting the door behind him. You sighed. What were you doing? Why were you going to all this trouble for someone like him? You could just as easily lock your window and cut him off, but you didn't want to. A part of you felt that he needed someone to help him, be there for him. You could tell it was hard for him to show any sort of emotion other than gruff and bothered…and you could sense he had more pain and heartbreak than most people realized.

You went back to work on your homework, quietly writing away in your notebook. You tried to ignore the sound of the bathroom door opening and Dabi walking down the hallway.

Warm breath fanned across the back of your neck suddenly and you shivered in response.

“Why do you bother with this crap?” Dabi asked, leaning over your shoulder. He smelled like your body wash. You tried to hide the telltale blush growing on your face.

“Counter question. Why are you here, Dabi? It's been six months.”

“You know why, dumbass.”

You turned in your seat. “You're here every night now, you use my shower, sleep on my couch, eat my food, and I don't get any sort of appreciation or even a thank you. I'm harboring a fucking criminal in my apartment and you don't seem to be bothered.”

Dabi raised an eyebrow. “Yknow I could ask the same of you. Why do you keep letting me in, then? Washing my clothes, too, getting me those snacks I told you I like…why do you fuckin seem to care so much?!”

“Because I'm in love with you!” You blurted suddenly, hands balled into fists.

Dabi stood there, stunned. He rubbed the back of his neck. “You really are nuts, then.”

You breathed out a laugh, tears stinging your eyes. Turning back to your work, you tried to focus on your writing again. “Just leave me alone, Dabi.”

“Nah, don't think I will.” A hand slid along your shoulder. “Put that shit away and look at me, for God's sake.”

With a heavy sigh, you did as he said, only to be met with rough lips on yours. A sound of surprise escaped your throat but you melted into the kiss, fingers finding Dabi's damp black hair.

“There's a million places I could hide out,” he said against your mouth. “But I keep coming back here. Something pulls me back every time. I've never felt what love is, brat, but when I think of what it must feel like, I think of you.”

Giyuu Tomioka

(T_T i just wanna hug him and give him the love he deserves)

You had never seen Giyuu smile in the time you had known him. You two were close friends, but time spent with the Water Hashira was quiet and tranquil. You knew it was just the way he was, and didn’t mind it, but you had begun to wonder if he ever smiled at all. In the time that you had known each other, you had formed a deep bond and understanding of one another. It took you a long time to realize that you had feelings for him, but you could never tell him. It would ruin everything you both already had.

You two were returning from a mission one night, battered and exhausted from the fight you had just endured, and were intent on finding some place to sleep for the night. Ubuyashiki’s mansion and the Butterfly Manor were too far away, so it seemed like the only option for you both was to find an inn to rest in for the night, and then you could return properly the next morning.

You both finally found a place to stay for the night, but the owner of the inn charged you two an exorbitant amount of yen to stay. Giyuu huffed and, irritated, paid the man, before leading the way to your room silently. He had been dead silent the whole time you had traveled back, and this time, you were worried. Normally he would ask if you were okay or if you needed anything, but this time he was quiet.

“…Are you serious?” Giyuu asked, to nobody in particular, when he opened the sliding door. Only one futon.

You looked over his shoulder at the room and sighed. You had been looking forward to just going to bed after the hell you two had been through.

Giyuu sighed and ran a callused hand over his face, his blue eyes narrowed.

You glanced at him. “…Giyuu…You take the futon, I can just…figure something else out.”

“No.”

You raised an eyebrow at him, “What?”

“I’m not letting you sleep on the floor after what we just went through. We’ll just have to…sleep together, I suppose.” He looked away quickly, a small blush on his face.

“Sleep together?”

“Not…not like that,” He replied quickly, his face turning from pink to full-blown red. “Just…just sleeping. Beside each other.”

“If you’re okay with that, Giyuu, then I am.” You offered him a small smile, momentarily placing a hand on his arm as you entered the room. He was incredibly tense.

You both bathed first, one at a time, then returned to the room. Giyuu had gone first, and when you came back, he was perched on the futon, his haori and Demon Slayer Corps uniform folded neatly on the floor with his nichirin sword laid atop. He still had his underclothes on, but his torso was bare. You paused, studying his bare back and the various scars that adorned his pale skin. Your heart hurt when you suddenly realized how much Giyuu must have been through. Was that why he was so quiet, and distanced himself from everyone else?

“You’re letting all the cold in,” Giyuu said suddenly, startling you.

“Oh. Right. Sorry…” You quickly shut the sliding door behind you, setting your own clothing down on the floor before crawling under the thick comforter and settling on the futon. It felt heavenly to finally rest your weary, sore muscles.

Giyuu watched you for a moment before following your lead, settling in beside you. His blue eyes scanned your face.

“…What?” You asked, “Did I miss a spot of dirt on my face or something?”

“No,” Giyuu replied, a small tinge of pink rising in his face.

“Giyuu…”

“I’m…going to sleep. Goodnight, Y/N.” He said quietly, starting to roll onto his other side, so he would be facing away from you. You caught him by the arm, however, stopping him.

“…Have you been doing okay, lately? You’re way quieter than usual…I’m getting a bit worried about you.” You told him, your eyes meeting his again.

The Water Hashira sighed, “…I’ve been thinking.”

“About?”

“You.”

“Me?” You looked surprised. “Why?”

“…Because you terrify me.” He replied, and if you hadn’t seen the look on his face you would have thought he was joking.

“…Why?”

“It…doesn’t matter. Let’s just go to sleep, okay.” He sighed, closing his eyes.

Something came over you then. You didn’t know what it was, but you acted without really thinking it through first. Your hands cupped his face and you gently kissed him. It only lasted for a moment, but when you pulled away, Giyuu was looking at you with wide, stunned eyes.

His mouth moved, trying to form words, but nothing came out. “Wha…”He finally gasped out. “Why’d you…”

“…Because I love you, Giyuu. And I didn’t want to say anything because I was worried that it would ruin everything, and I’m sorry if it has, I just couldn’t—” You were cut off by another kiss, one instigated by him this time.

You gazed at him in surprise.

“You terrify me,” Giyuu said, holding your face in his hands. “Because I feel things for you that have been foreign to me for so long. I was…too afraid to say anything.” His lips pulled into a small but genuine smile. The first smile you had ever seen from him.

“I love you, too, Y/N.”

[justauthoring]

quick update yall,

i dislocated my knee (for the third time) and am in a brace and not really able to walk. im in a lot of pain and exhausted so i might be a little m.i.a. for a hot second.

in the mean time, it’d really cheer him up to get some requests from you guys for when i return! even just little blurbs to write if i find the time.

feel free to send some in for;

my hero academia;

touya todoroki x f!reader

shoto todoroki x f!reader

bakugou katsuki x f!reader

demon slayer;

sanemi shinazugawa x f!reader

genshin impact;

kaveh x f!reader

alhaitham x f!reader

childe x f!reader

(ill add more in the future as well!)

the hunger games;

finnick odair x reader

[furryenthusiastbread]

bro I'm begging

can someone pleaseeee wrote some mikazuki augus from Iron Blooded orphans content😭 I'm begging 🙏🙏

[amostimprobabledream]

And He Walks With Flame (Dabi x Reader) Part Four

Hey guys! Apologies for the huge delay in chapters of this fic, so in honour of Dabi’s birthday, have a chapter of him jerking it lol. "Pick three cards."

You peer at them, laid out on the crushed velvet. They're slightly scuffed from use, but even the backs are beautiful, a twining golden design on black, with the cards covered in some kind of lacquer that gives them a faintly iridescent sheen, like the wings of a butterfly. For sure he paid a hefty amount for them – they’re probably his favourite deck, which is why he brought them for the rich clientele here.

Eventually, you tap the backs of three of them lightly with a nail and sit back in your seat, careful not to knock over your champagne.

The fortune teller flips them over.

Your heart lurches in your chest.

The first card is a horned figure sitting on a throne. It looks like the desiccated head of a goat, but with the skeletal body of a man. It takes you a moment to realise it is sitting on a black throne, cradling a skull in one palm like a grass of brandy. Despite the menacing image, you can't pull your eyes away from it. It’s strange, you feel like you shouldn’t be staring at the creature even though you know it’s just a card, but the longer you look, the more lifelike it seems.

"The Devil," the fortune teller says, his voice impartial, like he's reciting a shopping list. "Being chained to bad people, or habits. Negative forces. Darkness. Desire. There may be people who envy you and wish to drag you down, or a future romantic partner with ill intentions."

You try your best to look unaffected by this, forcing any thoughts of bat wings and piercing eyes out of your head. This is just for fun, a quick indulgence before the real entertainment starts. There's no way of knowing how legit this guy even is, so best not to get too worked up about it. You cling onto that thought like a mantra, using it to ground you. The fortune teller flips the next card, which has a man in a jester outfit and a little sack thrown over one shoulder, one hand holding a white rose as he looks about to directly plunge off the edge of a cliff.

"The Fool," the fortune teller says, his lip twitching a bit at the indignant look on your face. Why did you have to get that?

"Have I just been insulted by a deck of cards?" you ask, and he chuckles.

"Not at all. The Fool symbolises that you may be about to embark on a journey," the fortune teller explains, tracing the card. "The Fool steps out into adventure with only his essential belongings with him - he's setting off into the unknown. He is unburdened by overplanning or doubt and is content to go wherever the trip takes him. In this way, he is protected by ill fortune because he does not seek or expect it."

And about to plummet to his death, looks like. you think but bite your tongue - you don't want to be rude and insult the man's craft.

Plus, this whole thing is making you a little uneasy for some reason - probably better to just stay quiet and get it over with, so you can go back to the party. You wandered off without telling Momo where you were going, but you don’t want to leave it unfinished. You’ve heard it’s bad luck. The fortune teller flips over the third card.

This one is exquisite as well, a woman standing inbetween two posts, her cloak billowing in the wind. In one hand she’s holding what looks like a crystal ball or a globe – her back is turned but you can see her face in profile, a look of concentration on her face as she stares out at something only she can see.

"Two of Wands," the fortune teller says, sounding surprised.

“Is that good?” you ask – at least this one looks a bit more promising than The Devil and The Fool.

“You may find that soon enough you will come across a fork in the road,” the fortune teller says, tapping his fingers on the surface of the table as if trying to come up with a song. His eyes flit over the card. “There will be important decisions to make in the future – opposing paths to travel.”

You think about that – perhaps it’s referring to what you’ll do when you leave the Academy, because you still haven’t fully decided yet. (You already know Momo is going to graduate top of her class no matter how hard you revise to try and catch up with her). Or maybe it’s something to do with things at home. Things have been a little…tense with your parents lately. Well, more tense than usual. You’re not sure what’s going on with them, but you’ve been doing your best to stay out of it – you’ll only make worse if you get involved. They’ll figure things out, they always do.

“So…I’m going forward into a new journey where I have to make a big decision, and I should be wary of negative forces on the way?” you say, teeth worrying at your bottom lip as you try to surmise what these cards are supposedly telling you. “Is that it?”

“Potentially,” the fortune teller says with a smile, and you can’t help but think he’s handsome when he smiles. “The cards aren’t a guarantee of the future, they’re only suggestions about things that might well happen. But from your reading, I’d say you’ve got it about right.”

He pauses like there’s something else he wants to say. You shift in your seat in anticipation, wondering what has him at a loss for words.

“Although…”

You smile at him, trying to be reassuring.

“Yes?”

“This is just my intuition, you understand, but I find it’s accurate more often than not…but I feel as though you might need this.”

He pulls something from his pocket and hands it to you. It’s pretty, a simple leather band with a little silvery-blue charm dangling on it. You wave your hands, suddenly self-conscious. He’s giving this to you? A little prick of guilt jabs at you – did you make it seem like you weren’t happy with the reading?

“What? Oh no, I couldn’t take that from you!”

“I have plenty of them. It’s just a protection charm,” the fortune teller assures you. “Take it. I insist. No extra charge.”

“Well, if you really want me to take it, then thank you.” You say.

You take the leather brand and fasten it around your wrist – looking closer at it, there are little intricate patterns carved into the dark grey of the leather. You turn it in the light, the charm swaying with the movement.

A commotion of noise attracts your attention, and you glance over your shoulder to see people are all hurrying in one direction – it looks like the dinner is about to begin. You realise with a jolt that you’d completely forgotten about it, you were too wrapped up in the reading.

Shit, I’d better get to my seat.

“Well, thank you for your time, it was very interesting,” you tell the fortune teller, standing up hurriedly and wincing as the chair legs scrape loudly against the floor. “Oh, and for the bracelet, too.”

“You’re welcome,” the fortune teller says, amusement in his voice. “Perhaps we’ll cross paths again someday.”

You smile vaguely, wondering if he says that to every person who comes to him for a reading. You wouldn’t be surprised if that were the case, it’s suitably mystical-sounding, like he’s a character in a book that will have an important scene later or something.

“Enjoy the party,” you reply instead, and turn to walk away, the images on the Tarot cards still fresh in your mind’s eye – especially the first one. But why did he give you a protection charm just from reading your cards? What was it that made him hesitate like that?

Darkness. Desire. Stepping into the unknown. Choices.

Your heart pounds faster and you breathe in a slow breath, trying to make it slow down. You’re overthinking it. It’s just a silly reading, it’s not like there’s any science behind it. You were just curious, that’s all.

“By the way, miss.”

You turn to look back at the fortune teller, calmer now that you’re exiting the situation, even though your hands are still shaking a bit, you can feel that your palms are damp with sweat in the middle. But that’s something you can deal with. You’re fine. It’s fine. You can power through the rest of the night and have fun. You will have fun, you order yourself.

“Yes?” you force yourself to say calmly.

“I hope I don’t sound too forward,” he said, nodding to you. “But when I first saw you, I thought you looked wonderful in that dress.”

“Oh,” you say, surprised, blinking a bit at a handsome older man paying you a compliment in such a forthright, matter-of-fact way, like he’s merely commenting on the lovely weather you’ve been having. “Well, thank you very much.”

And then his lips part, and the next thing he says is like a spike of ice in your guts.

“That colour looks lovely on you. Such a vivid shade of blue.”

~

“Where have you been?” Momo whispers to you.

“I got distracted,” you reply, which is true. You can’t see your parents anywhere in the sea of heads and you’re relieved. Fortunately, Momo saved a seat for you, and you take it, thinking you’ll just have to catch up with your parents later.

Right now, the dinner is about to begin, then the auction and then everybody will drink, maybe dance and generally network. That was the part mother had been trying to impress on you more than anything else, but you’re glad you’ll have a little time to get away from all this…commotion for a bit. There’s no point in you attending the auction, it’s not like you would or could buy any of it anyway. You might go explore the rest of the building while that’s happening, if your shoes will allow it.

“Oh!” Momo gasps as Prince Shouto stands up.

He doesn’t need to clap or tap a fork against a champagne glass – as soon as he rises to his feet the chatter immediately dies down, all eyes swivelling to him. You can’t help but feel a little sorry for him, you’d hate to have that many people staring at you and hanging off your every word, even if you haven’t said anything yet.

“Good evening to you all,” Prince Shouto says formally, not smiling. You don’t blame him. “It is my honour and duty to attend this event and oversee the newfound collection of magical artefacts that may open up new possibilities into our research and understanding of otherworldly beings.”

Prince Shouto pauses for a moment as if gathering his thoughts, then he continues, perhaps bolstered by the presence of his guards either side of him, who are nodding encouragingly.

"I have been conducting investigations of the magic that separates our world from that of the spirit realm," Todoroki announces to the crowd. For all his famous reticence, in front of a crowd he sounds commanding and authoritative, every inch the Prince he is. "And our findings have been worrying. It seems that the seal created years ago is weakening. We do not know yet what is causing it, but I urge you all to remain vigilant. Sightings of demons and other creatures roaming our realm have already been reported - this is not something to be ignored." The crowd breaks out into faintly alarmed murmurings. You see some of them mouthing ‘what?’ at each other.

“I urge you to be vigilant while you go about your daily lives,” Todoroki continues, his eyes scanning the crowd like he’s trying to impress this message on each and every one of them. “My father would prefer you to remain ignorant, to not warn you of these events because he believes he would cause an unnecessary panic. But as your Prince, I will not leave you to go undefended and unaware of the very possible dangers we are facing.”

By now, people are looking around at each other – is Prince Shouto really openly defying his father’s orders like this? But you’re not surprised, it’s well known that Prince Shouto hates the King for whatever it is he did to Queen Rei, nobody in the public knows exactly what happened, but whatever it is, it’s not good. Nobody has seen her in public for years and there were even rumours circling around that King Endeavour had killed her. Apparently those were proven untrue, though you don’t know how or where the missing queen is now.

But at least Prince Shouto has a good head on his shoulders, and he has his older sister and brother by his side to support him. If there’s anybody you trust with the fragile future of the kingdom, it’s him.

“Thank you,” Prince Shouto concludes, slightly awkwardly, and he sits down again. That’s everyone’s cue to eat, and it looks like that little speech hasn’t put anyone off their appetites – or more accurately, perhaps they’re just desperate for something to do after such a grim warning.

Though some people are more impressed than others.

“He’s really quite something, isn’t he?” Momo breathes as she looks over at Prince Shouto again.

He’s listening to something one of his guards is saying, a young man with spiky blonde hair, but he seems to sense her staring because he looks up. Momo blushes and hastily glances down at her plate, but you could swear for a second that you see a flicker of a smile on Prince Shouto’s face.

“Yeah, he sure is,” you reply as a waiter sets down the appetiser in front of you, some kind of soup with bread on the side.

You reach to pick up a spoon and the bracelet slides down your hand. You stare at it a moment, thoughts swirling as you replay everything the fortune teller’s reading.

Does he know something everyone else doesn’t?

But when you turn your head to look at his table out in the corridor, he’s gone.

~

It was quiet in the labs.

Dabi sat with his back against the wall, head tilted as he listened for any hint of anyone who might be approaching, but all he could hear were the clicks and whirring of machines. The little worker bees usually went home at night, but there were a select few who preferred to work under the cover of darkness or simply had no home to go back to. They were preferable to the little acolytes that follow that fucking director around, hanging off his every word.

Pathetic.

Dabi was given access to showers - apparently letting him stew in his own filth wasn't considered productive to their research, or perhaps as a high-ranking demon and possibly the first and only they'd ever seen, he was granted such luxuries. He ate regularly too and the little scientists eagerly scribbled down notes on their clipboards of what he ate and what he didn’t. Sometimes he mixed it up just to fuck with them. He didn't particularly care to know their reasons, only that he had at least been granted the privilege of basic hygiene and meals. His lip curled. How thoughtful of them.

But even so, being captive was fucking boring. Even messing with the scientists or pushing the boundaries of his captivity bit by bit – standing within an inch of the lasers, occasionally punching the reinforced glass until it wobbled in the frame, staring down a random grunt until they had to excuse themselves from the room…the games were getting stale. He could break out of this fancy cage if he really wanted to, but for now it was convenient for him to be here, so for now he would bide his time.

Dabi was good at biding his time.

And fortunately for him, the monotony of his routine had been broken up by something rather unexpected.

Her.

Dabi's hand shifted and he unfastened the front of his breeches with a lazy pull. The back of his skull softly knocked against the wall as he pressed his back up against it to anchor himself. His cock twitched in his hand as he slid his palm down the shaft, a smirk pulling at his lips. He conjured the face in his mind's eye - the girl.

What were they thinking, putting something like her in front of them? A burst of colour in a world that had shrunk to metallic grey and sterile white, a human who smelled of the outside, perfume that lingered in the air long after she’d already left. A reminder of all the things on the surface just ripe for the picking. Or the fucking, depending on your proclivities.

God...

It made him want to fuck her.

He began to jerk himself off, his hand gliding up and down the shaft of his cock in lazy, indolent strokes. He imagines the little bitch in various positions – on her knees, choking on his cock, him shoving it as far as he can down her throat, telling her if she even thinks of biting (he knows she’d definitely consider it), he’ll burn her to ashes. Or on her back, whimpering about how it’s just too much! As he fucks her senseless, watching her tits jiggle with each thrust, hands kneading and squeezing the flesh of her ass.

Yes.

He growled as he fisted his cock, moving his hand faster, head tingling up and down the length of his body. A moan that dissolved into a snarl left his lips as he pictured the girl’s face, going from a defiant stare to gradually crumbling, eyes growing glassy with tears, soft mouth turning down in a pout as she struggled not to cry. Even better would be if she were overcome with lust, feebly denying what effect he had on her, even when her face grew flushed and her eyes glassy with desire. Oh, he’d indulge her, of course. What’s a demon good for if not for bringing out all those nasty, hidden desires of humans and forcing them to admit them to themselves? And he’d enjoy every fucking second of it. He wanted to corrupt her, destroy everything she thought she knew about herself and her stupid, superficial world.

Dabi smiled to himself, pumping his cock faster and faster, tail lashing back and forth behind him like a whip. He'd enjoy stripping her, bit by bit, of all he pathetic comforts and hopes. He wanted to show her the world for what it really was, until the only thing she could rely on, the only one she could turn to, is him. He wanted to be the only thing she can think about, his name to fill her head until it overflows and spills from your mouth. He wants to consume her.

He finally comes, with a few last desperate jerks of his cock, throbbing so hard it nearly hurts, hurts so fucking good, and he groans as he does, hot liquid gushing over his palm. Some of it got on the floor beneath him, but he doesn't give a shit, instead lets out contented sigh, eyes half-lidded and hazy, his lips parted. Thoughts of the human girl swim through his mind and he drags a tongue over his teeth.

And only then, when she's thoroughly, utterly broken and completely his, will he finally kill her.

[uwukillmenowowo]

To Wash the Inky Stains of Hate

[Cover by: me/Kumon]

[Dabi X Ink Demon! Reader]

Requested by:

mayaimishigo

[This lovely person right here~!]

Fandoms:

Boku No Hero Academia & Bendy and the Ink Machine

Trigger warnings:

- Blood/Death/Gore/Murder/etc

- Swearing/Foul Language

- Stop, don't touch me there, this is my no no square! [In future chapters]

[Main Characters:]

- Twice and Mange are deceased.

- Dabi - 24

- Reader - 23

- Shigaraki - 21

- Toga - 17

- Kurogiri - Died 17 - Technically 18 [Got off Google Idk I didn't watch/read that far :( ]

- Alice - XXXX

- Boris/Buddy - XXXX

- Alice/Allison - XXXX

Quirk: Ink Demon

This quirk allows its user to manifest a demonic creature made entirely out of ink, this demonic creature is extremely powerful and can cause great amounts of destruction to whoever and whatever it comes into contact with. This creature has great speed, strength and durability. It also has a very high intelligence, capable of devising complex plans and strategies to use against its opponents. The user of this quirk must be very careful in using it and have a great understanding of how to control it. the user also has the ability to produce and control ink, it can make structures, entities, objects and so much more.

[Notes:]

- This is... like season 6 [Of BNHA] but it isn't

- Dabi's hair will still be black because it's easier for me.

- There will be others if I remember them...

Chapter 1: Welcome to the Chaos

1396000 people

2792000 people

5584000 people

The massacre never ends, does it?

{Third POV}

~~~~~

"Whaaa~! She's really on a massive genocide, isn't she? Look at all the blood and corpses~!" A female with ash-blonde hair fangirled with her hands on her cheeks and a blush on her face. "She does have quite the body count..." "And what's with all that black liquid..?" The trio continued to observe, as well as theorize about the so-called "Black liquid" that she was producing.

"It also looks like she's controlling all of that black stuff." The white-haired male nodded, continuing to watch the chaos unfold. 'How many heroes and civilians has she killed already?' He thought as he continued to stare at the ruined city that was once protected. But did he care? Absolutely not, in fact, he actually thinks that all those people deserved it. He's been through all of it before.

"It... kinda looks like ink." The ash-blonde female said as she used her hand to cover her eyes from the afternoon sun. She found the other girls' brutal techniques rather interesting. I mean, the girl has killed millions of people in the span of a few hours. She kind of wanted to learn from the girl. She could get so much more blood that way!

"Using ink to control, create, and destroy? Kinda cringe and cliche..." The black-haired male sighed as he turned his gaze away. Obviously annoyed and seemingly not impressed. In all honesty, he just wanted to join in the carnage to let out some of his frustrations.

"Shut it Dabi. That quirk of hers actually looks kind of useful. Unlike that masked bird bitch." The white-haired male stated, not turning his gaze away from the scene. "If what the wacko said is correct and that's ink then I don't find it all that impressive." "Hey! You burnt chicken nugget! Yours also isn't impressive! I mean- it's just fire but blue!" "What did you call me nutjob?" "*Hmph* You heard me!" "SHUT IT! BOTH OF YOU! I'm already having a fucking headache and the both of you are making it worse!"

The "Nutjob" huffed and crossed her arms while Dabi placed his hands on his hips, both watching as the white-haired male started to leave. "Kurogiri, teleport us back. We need to inform him of our findings. If he deems that maniacal girl worthy then we should try to recruit her. Find out her quirk, wants and dream and then he'll decide what we do with her after."

A purple swirl of clouds appeared and the three started to leave. Leaving leftover heroes to deal with the crazed genocider.

{XXXX POV}

~~~~~

"8375990 out of 8376000 people... Heh- *Smirk* Almost around 60%..." I muttered to myself as I ordered another squad of searchers to destroy another group of tanks that the military tried to send while I dodged more chains from the warden hero: Crushlock. A hero that helps the cops in the crime department in restraining "berserk villains." Did I care that I was killing a lot of people? No. Did I care that the government wanted my head? Pffttt-! Of course not! I needed to make HIM pay for everything he's done to me and all the others and there's no way in hell I'm stopping until I archived that goal.

"HALT VILLIAN!"

I sighed, glaring at the heroes that kept coming. They're not that much fun to fight. Not even good enough to pass the time. Just bugs that hover around a meal that was left unattended. I held my hand out, creating ink in my hands and pointed my palm to the floor, raising an inky barrier as another hero tried to attack me.  "Annoying..." I said to myself and then raised both my hands, creating a tsunami of ink.

There were screams, lots of them. Then when the ink faded there were just the corpses of everyone who tried to stop me. Now, I would've used this attack from the beginning but i was hungry and haven't eaten in a few weeks. But now that i've used it I'm hungry again... "Does anywhere have bacon soup?" I questioned myself, looking around the ruined area.

"Hmmm..." I groaned and snapped my fingers, the searchers came back to me and I commanded them to find some food. While I waited I sat down and started to stretch.

It's been almost an hour... I crossed my legs and crossed my arms. "Where are my searchers..?" I know that they're still alive since I could still sense them. They are my creation after all. They haven't run into any heroes either. So what's with the—

!

One was destroyed?

Two...

Three...

Four...

I glanced around me, expecting another hero. Four searchers died. Burned, disintegrated, slashed, and drowned. I stood up wearily but then I saw some sort of portal appear in front of me. 'It's like my ink domain.' I thought as I raised my hand, ready to attack.

{Third Person POV}

~~~~~

The four beings entered the portal, not surprised when they saw a female in a fighting stance. The foggy-headed male raised both his... hands and walked slowly toward the female. "Miss [Y/n]," He stared, startling the female since she did not expect them to know her name. "We mean you no harm. We are the League of Villains and we've come to make a request." The female furrowed her brows, not trusting them. "What..." was all she asked, still in a fighting position.

"We simply want to examine your quirk. Want to know how it works." The female faltered and sweatdropped. "That's it..?" The foggy boi nodded and the female looked behind him, seeing a white-haired male with hella chapped lips, an ash-blonde girl who looks like she was about to climax, and a black-haired male who looks like the only sane person here. "Hmm? Oh, these three behind me ate my comrades. Shigaraki Tomura, Toga Himiko, and Dabi. As for me, you can refer to me as Kurogiri,"

"So chapped lips is Shiggy, Horny-looking ass is Toga, Burnt nugget is Dabi, and you're Kurogiri." As the female said that they all had mixed reactions, Shigaraki and Dabi looked pissed and annoyed. Toga looked... like herself but was laughing, and Kurogiri appeared shocked. "I... suppose so." Kurogiri said as he clasped his hands behind his back.

"Will you help us with your quirk?"

"Hold up— What am I getting out of this?"

The four froze. They did their research but most of that research was just her birth certificate. And her parents' names were scratched out, they knew nothing of her past or her desires. "Thought so... Fine. I'll help y'all out, but do you know of someone called Joey Drew and Henry Stein." The villains looked at each other before shaking their heads. Who were they? People you cared for or people you wanted to kill?

[Y/n] scowled. "However..." She then perked up to what Shigaraki had to say. "We could help you try to find whoever they are." [Y/n] then pondered on. It would certainly take less time than killing everyone to draw them out... 

She sighed and crossed her arms, using her quirk to create an ink hand so that she doesn't have to touch them. She doesn't know what their quirks do after all.

"Fine. I'll let you examine my quirk. In exchange, you gotta help me find who I'm lookin' for... Deal?"

Kurogiri looked at Shigaraki, who in turn walked forward and shook the inky hand. 

"Sure... Deal or whatever.

Wooooo! Actual post pooogg!

I am well aware that they are kind out of character

This is actually my first request so eeeehhhhh-

bare with me plz

[with-my-calamitous-love]

ARE WE FALLING LIKE SNOW AT THE BEACH?

shouto tdrk x reader

how he’d act in a relationship

same premise as the kirishima, shinso, izuku, and touya ver.

inspired by snow on the beach

shouto todoroki, who didn’t think love had a significant place in his life. who obviously felt love, from his friends, his siblings, his mom- but never the kind of love that made his heart thump out of his chest. not until he met you, that is.

shouto todoroki, who can’t get the day he first met you out of his head. it was a few moons ago, yet it replays like an award winning movie in his mind. but could anyone blame him? time stopped when he saw you. like specks of lights dancing around him. he mistakenly thought that he simply was seeing stars, dazed from the presence of you. he can’t help but wonder all the times you’ve passed by unbeknownst to him, and why it took him this long to find you.

shouto todoroki, who’s life had been emotionally abusive. his dreams at night, his waking moments, his mind, his hands, and his scars never allow him to fully escape from the past. so it makes sense just why he was so enthralled with you. he genuinely thought your quirk was the ability to stop time, the way you took the demons of his past and hushed them, allowing shouto a few moments of blissful refuge. he doesn’t understand it, but he isn’t complaining.

shouto todoroki, who doesn’t understand why you want him. who thinks that the prospect of you ever returning his feelings is impossible. who thinks its crazy, insane, uncanny, unnatural, otherworldly and fucking beautiful when you tell him you love him. he knows a lot of things, fire and ice, pain and love, mothers and fathers, life and death, but his favourite is you and him. even if it made no sense to him.

shouto todoroki, who maybe isn’t the most conversational type at times. who tilts his head adorably when you tell him a joke that flies over his head. who barley uses the class group chat, or his siblings group chat that he adds you too. who tries for you, sending emoji’s or (quite random) gifs when words fail him. he’s trying, and you love him for it.

shouto todoroki, who knows more about emotions than he lets on. who is your comfort person. who asks if you want advice for just someone for listen. who holds you while you cry, kisses your forehead and rubs circles on your back. who sits with you, holding your hand while he explains his point of view on things. who is always on your side, always knows what to say, and is always there for you.

shouto todoroki, who doesn’t understand how handsome he is. who is aware of his reputation for being the most handsome guy of 1-A, yet is so dense its adorable. who didn’t really care about what we wore until he started dating you. who suddenly feels confident in his looks, never denying the pink that blooms on his cheeks when you compliment him. who just wants to look his best for you.

shouto todoroki, who is physically incapable of finding you unattractive. who will call you beautiful when you’ve just woken up with pimple patches. when you’re all sweaty from a workout. when you’re bruised from training too hard or sobbing over some dumb drama. who thinks you’re stunning when you’re you.

shouto todoroki, whose nicknames for you are beautiful, love, darling, gorgeous, or just your name.

shouto todoroki, who opens up to you. who tells you about his past, his father, his oldest brother… who expects you to turn away in disgust. who considers just hiding away all his traumas, afraid to lose what he has with you. who watches in absolute, starstruck awe when you love him anyway.

speaking of his past… shouto todoroki, who defends you with his life. who absolutely does not care what his father thinks of you. who speaks of you like you are the creator of the universe itself when his family asks about you. who assures the people around him of his love for you, that he’s found someone who makes him happy.

shouto todoroki, who is a gentlemen in a world of boys. who leans down when you’re talking to him so you can speak in his ear. who always drives no matter what. who pays for your everything before you can protest. who zips up your clothes, buttons up your jackets, holds your bags and sleeps on the outer end of the bed. who knows everything you deserve and stops at nothing to be that for you.

shouto todoroki, can’t even speak when he’s around you. he won’t dare to jinx it, and he’s scared of wishing it. who hopes that despite how foreign and strange love may feel, that you truly are the one. who prays that you’re what he deserves, and that he can he everything you deserve and more. who’s smile lights up like a contest when you text him. who can’t be dishonest about how hard and how beautiful he’s fallen for you. who wonders if this can be a real thing. can it?

shouto todoroki, who falls for you like snow on the beach. who knows its weird, and that it shouldn’t happen, and loves you more for it. who would fall for you again, and again, and again, simply because its you.

bakugou version next!

[lilacgaby]

✽(5) WARNINGS LEFT BY "LILACGABY"

you were well versed in scary movie knowledge, or so you thought. but as you accepted your friend's invite to a lodge rumored to be favored by the supernatural, you'd only have yourself to blame. as notes appeared in everything around you, warning you of what's to come.

director's note: ahh this is my first october themed series!! something's might change aroundd but i promise to do my best as always (•̀ᴗ•́)و, happy almost spooky month!

ft: katsuki bakugo, toji fushiguro, satoru gojo, touya todoroki, ryomen sukuna, and (?)

taglist: open here or send in an ask!

cw: horror, dark romance, and violence.

october 2nd.

paring: parkranger(?)gojo x reader.

you were seperated from your group and discover an abandoned cabin out in the forest. ignoring the blood and signs of struggle as you felt hypnotized by the flashing lights leading you further. you place a tape into the tv, and a woman's screaming is all you hear. "don't trust the blinded man!" is all she managed before the tape cut off abruptly, and the friendly park ranger walked in behind you.

october 9th.

pairing: vampire!toji x reader

after that experience you needed someone to trust. you ran through the forest back to your group's cabin. a knock on your door took your attention, but there was a sticky note hung on top of the vision panel. "don't welcome in anyone, ever." was written in crimson.. was that fake blood? oh well, you're sure it was nothing as you welcomed in the handsome man in front of you.

october 16th.

pairing: demon!dabi x reader.

you'd lost everything. you escaped by the skin of your teeth, but the forest was endless and you weren't prepared. as your car finally slowed down to a lack of fuel, a note flew in through the window. "don't accept any deals, they're too good to be true!" was written in the same red as earlier, except this one had drops splattered over the note. a man knocked on your window and offered, for a cheap price, to fix all your problems.

october 21st.

pairing: gegenee!sukuna x reader.

you were sure the world you've entered now wasn't yours anymore. you swore the trees grew taller with every limped step you took. a note, mockingly free as it flew down to you, the crimson text gone and now black as it read, "if you see the six-limbed man, run for your life." but it was too late, for he saw you first.

october 30th.

pairing: doppleganger!bakugo x reader.

your escapes hadn't been futile in the end, you'd finally made it back to your loving boyfriend katsuki. scratched onto the side of the street you were walking with him in hand, was written 'don't trust even those closest to you." your face scrunched up in confusion, but you didn't get time to ponder it as your boyfriend, who'd been oddly cheerful today, opened the door for you with.. raspberry colored eyes.

october 31st.

pairing: mastermind!(?) x reader.

who could you trust anymore? who was doing this to you? as you followed the trail of notes, a bloodied trail leading you up a hill as you were suddenly put face to face with the mastermind.

[imagination-mess]

The Former Reject Demon (Demon!Touya) (6/6)

This is an alternative universe where demons can be familiar to witches or wizards to assist and, most of all, as protectors. Witches and wizards can create pacts with demons.

Word Count: 1.1+ (6/6)

A/N: Tumblr has a limit on how much you can put in singular post. I was forced to put it into six different posts. If you wish to see a singular post about it, here is the link to Ao3. This part has some lore to the AU.

Precious Part (5/6)

He was immediately taken to the hospital to get an examination to check on his health and body. You barely left his side, only left when he was being accompanied by people you trusted, such as your family's demon familiars. The hospital staff keep coming in and checking his vitals. You met a few demon researchers introducing themselves to you before asking permission if they got a sample of blood. You only accepted because you didn't even know what was happening with him. No one did. He is a mystery within the medical field and the demon world. You are aware that he is making history for being a former reject demon to a normal demon.

It is heard of demons coming back from the dead, but Touya's case was different. He came back from the dead, but no longer had the markings on his body or the curse on his wings that would mark him as a reject demon. It was as if he had broken the curse that was once placed on him. The new pair of horns on his head were larger and healthier than his usual ones.

His wings, which had been previously ripped off, were slowly regrowing from his back. These new wings looked healthy, resembling those of a young demon.

With every examination and blood work that they have done, he keeps coming out to be as healthy as a demon can be. The only thing they found different compared to his previous doctor's visit within the bloodwork was that he should be able to manipulate ice.

Touya's hair changed a bit, it was still white with random spots of red. He has a few scars that look to be claw marks from previous fights. There isn't a single burn scar on his body. If they hadn't done a DNA test, they would have thought he was a completely different demon. 

It took a few weeks for Touya to wake up from his deep slumber. The theory behind him taking so long to wake up was because he came back from his ashes. It takes a lot of energy and power. 

Touya was startled when he woke up to see a completely different person in the reflection of the mirror. It took a while for Touya to stop staring at his reflection and flexing his wings behind his back, which looked nothing like his previous ones that were previously ripped off of him. Shivers run down his spine at the memory of the excruciating pain and throbbing on his back. 

He needed to go through a medical examination one last time to ensure everything was working as it was supposed to and there was no pain. It annoyed him, but he did it anyway. He just wanted to go home. It didn't take long for the doctors to come back to let him know that he was a healthy demon, no longer being considered a reject demon. There were no visual marks of the reject demon markings on his body which made Touya not know how to feel about this information. 

"Take better care of your body, this time around, boy." The elderly witch tells him and is giving him a lecture on how to do so. 

He was sent home, and he did struggle to adjust to his new body, which took a considerable amount of time, especially since he could now feel pain. A sensation he didn't mind. However, it took even longer for him to relearn how to use his wings once they grew in completely to support his weight, having lost the use of his wings since the age of 13. He felt like a baby bird learning how to use his wings. 

Due to the discovery that he should be able to do ice manipulation, he was forced to take private sessions to ensure he didn't have a freak accident. It was much harder to get a hold of it, because he kept summoning fire when he wanted ice. He got frustrated and irritated about it. 

After a year from the incident, he was requested to do another examination that measures his power, which had never been done before. His rank has changed from Class F to Class S since he is no longer branded as a reject demon. He can actually get a classification of his power. He had to get a new government ID because of the change in appearance and ranking.

With his new body, he was quite aware of being attractive when he was walking behind you throughout the campus, but he never expected it to be this much. He wasn't used to getting this much attention at this rate. The compliments and wolf whistles. It got old pretty fast. 

He growled at the witches, who were eying him and touching him as if he were a piece of meat. He was being intimating on purpose and cursing demons too to get out of his personal space. He missed the isolation that he once had because no one wanted to be associated with a reject demon. He became quite popular, being known as the demon who came from the ashes. 

He did end up burning a few people as a warning to listen to him when he says to get out of his personal bubble and stop touching him and acting buddy-buddy with him when he has never interacted with them. He expected for you to scold him, but was taken aback when you supported him since you have seen the girl attention he has been getting. He had some witches eying at him before he even got his new body. 

"They weren't respecting your personal space after you told them to fuck off. I am not going to chew you out for that. Anyway, do you want to eat at that soba place that opened recently across the street?"

And his father, Enji, has tried to reach out to him, but he has been avoiding him like a deadly plague. He hasn't seen him for over 5 years. There was a pile of letters in a forgotten box somewhere in his room. 

He has been going to therapy for over three years now. It was mandatory for all demon familiars, but admittedly, it has helped. It took a while for him to warm up to his therapist. He doesn't want to see his father's face at all. 

Without even realizing it, he would go to the ends of the world for you. He will follow you wherever you choose to be, whether it’s as a law-abiding witch or as a rogue witch. 

A/N: I could do a dating version if anyone would be interested in it. Any questions or ideas, please feel free to send them to my ask box. This Au is consuming my mind.  This idea may evolve into a series in the future. I don't know what to do for now. I have many ideas. I am just doing headcanons about it for now. 

[wttcsms]

WAIT DON'T CLOSE IT YET!!!!! the 'love story told in untraditional format' prompt and DABI??? mm.

would like to meet, touya todoroki ;

pairing touya 'dabi' todoroki x f!reader word count 1.9k synopsis the dregs of society run rampant on hinge, and everyone knows you're not going to meet The One on there. but you know the saying... love does come when you least expect it. alternatively: catching feelings through the hinge dms. content contains one reference to jumping off a building, some sexual jokes author's notes OK not necessarily a love story, but there are feelings in involved, i swear. this is supposed to be fun & silly!!!!

You nearly throw your phone across the room. Download Hinge, your friends encouraged you. It’ll be fun! 

You frown at Shigaraki’s ever-so-eloquent opening line of I’d blow yo back out. Yeah, you can see why this app was designed to be deleted. The fucking dregs of society are crawling all over this thing. Just one nice, well-adjusted individual. That’s all you’re asking for! 

Apparently, any decent guy is either taken or not on Hinge. You debate throwing in the towel and just meeting someone organically, like, out in public, exactly as the good lord intended, but right before you do, your phone vibrates.

New Notification!

Hinge | Dabi liked your image!

Hinge | Dabi sent you a chat!

It’s a Friday night, and you know for a fact that there is not a single sane man on this app, especially at this hour. Considering the fact that you’re sitting in bed right now, about to rewatch Pride & Prejudice for the sixth time this week, what else do you have to lose? Dignity? You open the app.

Apr 22 10: 24 PM

Dabi: You’re hot, what’s wrong with you

You: ?? 

Dabi: You’re too hot to be single and on here. What’s your deal 

You: you’re on here too? 🤨

Dabi: Would you say I’m too hot to the point where it’s suspicious I’m on here

You: i’m not here to give you an ego boost

Dabi: Then what’s the point of being on here

You: so you just get on here for free compliments?

Dabi: Maybe I have premium. Maybe I pay for these compliments 

You: yeah, you look like the type to pay for hinge premium ngl 

Dabi: Bye I’m going to talk to girls that are easier to manipulate 

You: please do 🙏 

Apr 23 1:21 PM

Dabi: Did you miss me

Apr 23 3:15 PM

You: so much

Apr 23 4:47 PM

Dabi: How much

Apr 23 6:01 PM

You: i was going to jump off a bridge if u didn’t text me 

Apr 23 8:01 PM

Dabi: Damn that’s crazy

Dabi: How I don’t care 

Apr 23 10:15 PM

You: don’t you have anyone else to bother

Dabi: I want to bother you though 

You: you probably scared off every girl you’ve ever come in contact with 

Dabi: True

Dabi: Except for you because you’re stupid

You: you pay for hinge premium, there’s an idiot in this conversation but it’s def not me

Dabi: I was joking 

Dabi: I don’t have money like that

You: i can tell

You: you probably take girls out for coffee as a first date, and then make them venmo u their half of the bill

Dabi: Nah

Dabi: I make her pay the full amount

You: i’m not surprised

Dabi: That was a joke too

Dabi: I never take girls out 

You: thank God

You: you’d probably be every girl’s worst date story

Dabi: Want to test that theory out 

You: no thanks, i don’t feel like being content material for some crime podcast 

Dabi: Smart girl

Apr 24 12:13 PM

Dabi: Wyd

You: at the police station, filing a restraining order on you 

Dabi: Damn 

Dabi: You want to be the one to put me in cuffs

You: the officer here actually has pink cuffs, i know some guys find that emasculating but you seem like you wouldn’t mind

Dabi: I love pink actually 

Dabi: I’m so down

You: i think you’re my dream guy

You: more like my sleep paralysis demon, but same difference 

Dabi: Aw you think of me when you sleep

Dabi: You’re that obsessed already

You: stfu 

Dabi: Don’t feel bad 

Dabi: I’m a munch fr

Dabi: I need u

You: what you need is to be put on some medication 

Dabi: Yeah you’re my medication

You: you need to be psychologically evaluated 

You: r u a social experiment 

Dabi: Stop flirting with me 

You: you’re so childish

Dabi: Am I bothering you

Dabi: Do I elicit strong emotions 

You: you don’t look like someone who knows the word elicit 

Dabi: I’m in grad school

You: wow

You: this is the first time you’ve left me genuinely speechless 

Apr 24 3:55 PM

Dabi: Yo when’s ur bday 

Dabi: Do you have any siblings 

You: are u gonna ask for my mother’s maiden name too 

Dabi: Yeah actually 

Dabi: Give me your ssn while you’re at it

You: ur a creep, ur lucky ur cute

Dabi: Wow, you can’t have deep convos with anyone any more without being accused of trying to get answers to their security questions

You: tell me something abt you first

Dabi: My dad sucks

You: yeah you look like you would have daddy issues

Dabi: Lmao

Dabi: I’m being fr though

You: yeah, a lot of dads do suck. what abt the rest of ur family?

Dabi: I haven’t seen them in years

You: oh

You: do they suck too?

Dabi: Nah

Dabi: I moved out as soon as I could 

You: your dad was that bad?

Dabi: The worst

You: are you trying to get pity pussy rn???? don’t tug on my heartstrings if it’s all just a lie

Dabi: Damn wtf

Dabi: But also depends. Do u wanna give me some pity pussy rn

You: bye i thought we were actually having a serious moment 

Dabi: I wasn’t lying. Swear

Dabi: Now tell me something too

You: im an attention seeker. that’s why im on here

Apr 25 1:56 PM

Dabi: Did u miss me not giving u attention

Apr 25 3:56 PM

You: sorry, i was having really crazy sex waiting for u to come back

Dabi: Fire

Dabi: You deserve it

Dabi: Me next?

You: only if you promise to tell me u love me before the post nut clarity hits

Dabi: I love manipulating women during sex

Dabi: Anything for u 

You: you say that but someone else is in my dms telling me that i can be his housewife and raise our kids and never work a day in my life again so pls top that offer 

Dabi: DAMN

Dabi: I bet he’s boring 

You: he’s not boring, we’re actually getting married and gonna have a big family

Dabi: Well clearly the fact that ur talking about him to me shows that u aren’t interested in him 

You: i’m telling u abt him so u have something to aspire to

Dabi: Damn you should date him then 

You: that’s the first intelligent thing you’ve said 

Apr 26 7:00 AM

Dabi: I hate you

Dabi: Wyd today

You: pls mind ur own business 

Dabi: Smd

Dabi: Tell me or I block you

Apr 26 8:19 AM

Dabi: U suck

You: and swallow

Dabi: No you don’t

Dabi: You probably spit it out

Apr 27 9:34 AM

You: true but in my defense, you look like you would produce something that tastes like toxic waste

Dabi: Were u deadass ignoring me 

You: don’t be so needy, dabi. it’s not a good look

Dabi: Sorry that was a moment weakness 

Dabi: So what now

Dabi: Is this when u give me ur insta

You: i don’t have any social media

Dabi: Nah you’re a catfish

You: maybe

Apr 27 1:34 PM

Dabi: Wyd

You: you’re a true wyd warrior, do u realize that

You: i’m currently getting my back blown out by a dude who posted his headshot as one of his hinge pics. i am not even faking my moans.

Dabi: Stfu 😂

Dabi: Do u even know what sex is

Dabi: Name one position 

You: easy, missionary 

Dabi: Well you’re on your phone so obviously the sex you’re having isn’t that good 

You: im just a good multitasker 

Dabi: tell me if ur shit is grippy

You: hold on, let me ask him

Dabi: Whats his name

Dabi: Whats he saying

You: don’t worry abt his name

You: he told me im gripping him so tight, it’s like i’m trying to take his blood pressure rn

Dabi: LMAO 

Dabi: That means ur not attracted to him

You: wow, a guy who knows that tight doesn’t equal aroused, i’m genuinely impressed w you 

You: and for the record, i would never actually fuck a guy who posts a professional headshot as one of his pics on hinge 

Dabi: Oh now you tell me

Dabi: Guess I have to cancel the appointment I just made to get a headshot done 

Apr 28 6:20 AM

Dabi: Im leaving Okinawa to go back to work. I’m sad, cheer me up

You: just commit a crime so they won’t let you leave

You: also i think maybe u need a psych eval or smth bc why are u still talking to me 🤨

Dabi: Nah tbh you’re the most interesting person on here

Dabi: I’m gonna go to tokyo and commit a crime on u 

You: yea, u not being in my guts rn should be a crime

Dabi: Chill my dick isn’t big enough for that 😂 

You: i want you to seek professional help

Dabi: I want u to seek these nuts in ur mouth

You: when should i ghost you

Dabi: Whenever u want bae you can ghost me anytime 

Apr 28 7:26 AM

Dabi: REPLY

You: u literally told me i could ghost u anytime WHAT IS UR DEAL

Dabi: Damn ok well when you do at least say goodbye

You: when i do, i’m reporting ur hinge account in the hopes that u get banned and have to resort to meeting women irl

You: i’m actually reporting ur account rn

Dabi: Good idea

Dabi: I’ll report u too 

Dabi: Before you get banned from hinge, can I have your number

You: no

You: i don’t give my number out to random ass strangers online

You: and ‘dabi’ is a weird name to have saved in my contacts

Dabi: Touya

Dabi: That’s my real name

You: oh

You: who the hell uses a fake name on a dating app??? 😭

Dabi: Stranger danger is real

Dabi: If I take you out on a date will you give me your number

You: a REAL date???

Dabi: Yeah I’m actually a gentleman in case you couldn’t tell

You: i don’t know how i could’ve missed that fact.

Dabi: I’m being fr though

Dabi: Dinner reservations and everything

You: are you paying the entire bill 🤨

Dabi: Why wouldn’t I

You: hmmm

You: every sex joke i made was definitely just a joke though, pls don’t get any crazy ideas

Dabi: Obviously you were joking, I’m not an idiot

You: you’re not gonna try to hit on the first date?

Dabi: If it’ll make you more comfortable, I’ll tape a 10 ft pole to my chest so I can’t get anywhere near you

You: cute

Dabi: Dinner tomorrow?

You: yes, dinner tomorrow 

Dabi: And if I do well, I get your number?

You: hmmm

You: i guess

Dabi: Fuck yeah

Dabi: I’m tired of texting you through hinge 

You: you only get it IF you do well

Dabi: I’m gonna rock your shit 

Dabi: Romantically 

You: sure you will

Apr 30 12:01 AM

Are you sure you want to delete the Hinge app?

Yes | No

You selected Yes! Reason for deletion?

[ ] No new matches

[ ] App is difficult to work with

[ ] Found another app to use

[ X ] I met someone

[missrosegold]

But what if I said I'm going to release Demon!Dabi tomorrow? Then what??

[xsaiya]

"Just like THAT." <3

-tags: 18+ MDNI, needy! toji, gn! reader, pet names (slut, mamas, princess, etc.), fingering, big dick toji :3, over-stimulation, titty-play, pussy eating bc yes, dick sucking bc yes, pussy slaps, HEAVY cumming (reader's doing), slight-choking, +more filth, (pls lmk if i miss anything)

-future work: (uppermoon hc's + muzan) (kny) (sfw and nsfw)

-plot: no plot tbh. todays my birthday though :0

-quick notice! : i js wanna note i write for multiple fandoms (ex: kny, bnha, jjk, etc+)

toji is KNOWN for not being gentle in bed, but when he met you, istg he would be so gentle towards you bc he saw you as a piece of shattering glass, but sometimes, just sometimes, he'll be rough with you, and tonight is one of those nights.

toji had came home from work and saw you cooking dinner, you greeted him with a quick 'hello love!' and a beautiful smile, just your face though made him hard. he went behind you, turned off the stove and carried you to the bed, smothering you in neck kisses, his hands roamed all over your body.

and so he could get a better view of your body, he took ALL of your clothes off, revealing your naked body, but he had to give those titties some love before he goes down to ruin your pussy, so he started to pepper some kisses and sucks along your tits, he eventually started to suck and nibble on your nipples, making you whimper.

"M-mmh! S-so goood!" you managed to moan and whimper that out, but after a few minutes, he stopped, which made you complain, but toji had another idea. "hey, since you made me hard, why not suck my dick, hm?" he said while unzipping his pants, taking off his boxers and unleashing that humongous monster shaft of his, "b-but baby, i won't be able to do so-" that was until toji shoved his dick into your mouth, so you kinda had to suck him off, so you did. he let out some occasional whimpers and groans there and there. "mmm, mamas- i'm cumming!" he gripped your hair as he finishes in your mouth, you swallowing it all.

"thanks love, but now I think your beautiful pussy deserves some sucking." after he had said that, he spread your legs wide open before diving his face into your pussy, that's when he started to eat you out, tongue lapping around your pussy, his teeth nibbling on the sweet flesh. a couple of minutes later, maybe around 5-8 mins, you cummed straight into his mouth, he licked off the extra on his lips before he cleaned off his face, then dived his index & middle finger into your sweet drenching hole. you let out a series of moans and moans until you were practically begging for his dick inside of you. "p-please toji! i neeeed your big dick inside a' me, i don't give two fuuckss about your fingers, just dive your dick in, please!"

thats what makes him remove his fingers from your pussy before he flipped you over on your stomach and slamming his humongous shaft into you, you let out a series of 'uhhuhhh's, a-ahhh's!, f-fuck's!' before you were practically screaming it was too much for you. "t-too much a-ahhhh! i-i'm gonna c-cummmm~!" then thats when you cummed, your cum started to even leak out of your pussy and onto your knees about. a couple of minutes later, he cummed hard inside a' you, then he put back his clothes on and continued to make dinner so you didn't have to get up.

but why the fuck did he walk out of the bedroom like it was nothing...

if u can't tell, i love writing fluff.

[doumadono]

A spark of comfort - Denki Kaminari x gn!Reader Touya & Bakugo with gn!Reader who deals with flashbacks of past relationship Moments of happiness - Izuku Midoriya x gn!Reader A friend who cared - Shinso x Reader A new beginning - Aizawa x daughter!Reader Sparks of solace - Bakugo x Reader Dare to believe - Bakugo x Reader Blanket - Dabi x Reader Learning to lean - Shoto x Reader Happy New Year - Bakugo x Reader "Lean on me" - Bakugo x gn!Reader Sanctuary of gentleness - Bakugo x Reader Quiet grief - Shoto & Touya with a friend who lost a pet Brave choices - Kirishima x Reader In safe arms - Izuku Midoriya x Reader A comforting presence - Izuku Midoriya x Reader Never leave you behind - Bakugo x Reader Harvest of choices - Bakugo x Reader A boy who believed - Bakugo x gn!Reader A little bite - Kirishima x Reader

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The hardest battles are inside us - Tanjiro x gn!Reader Lotus in mourning - Douma x Reader Empathy - Aizetsu x Reader Unexpected light - Kokushibo x Reader Breathe with me - Shinobu x gn!Reader

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[andypantsx3]

as promised in my last ask, making a quick poll!!

unconventional spinoff: pro hero bakugou x fanartist reader

You’d turned up to HeroExpo with the expectation of good food, interesting panels, and steady merch sales. What you didn’t expect was a declaration of war from the number two hero himself. (In which you are a fanartist, and Bakugou Katsuki is not a fan of your work.)

warlord bakugou x reader fantasy au

After seizing Yuuei's throne in a violent takeover, warlord Bakugou Katsuki demands the daughters of conquered nobility as war prizes. You, the daughter of a barely-noble family on the fringes of society, are sent as tribute—where you discover there's more to the barbarian king than anyone might have guessed, and an underlying motive to his demands that will make or break the empire.

hell is empty (and all the devils are here) : demon prince touya x reader

A bartender with a rough past and a predatory manager, your life is pretty complicated. And that’s before you accidentally make a blood pact with Todoroki Touya, the first prince of hell, and get dragged into a succession war even more complicated than you or the demon prince could have ever imagined.

pilot shouto x mechanic reader sci-fi au

You’re a podship mechanic trying to get back into leadership’s good graces after getting a little too free installing your own homemade code. Which would be easier to focus on if your crush, pilot Todoroki Shouto, hadn’t recently been grounded for his inability to sync with another guide—and if, after accidentally crossing paths with him on base, the very same impossible sync bond hadn’t unfurled between you like it had always been there.

also i think this goes without saying but just in case, please don't jank these ideas!! (if you want to work on something similar please message me and we can work something out!!)

[dira333]

Return of the Sun - Touya x Chronic Pain! Reader

Requested by @chelseaquake - Prompt: You feel your soulmate's pain, Touya causes Reader to have Chronic Pain.

When Touya left his home, he’d not been concerned about all the things he’d be missing. 

Who cared about education when their life shattered to pieces in front of them?

But he’s in his twenties now, faced with the terrifying prospect of having to live for a few more decades. What’s he going to do with all this time? 

Who hires high school dropouts who tried to overthrow the government?

-

“Don’t worry about it.” His father says. “You have to get better first.”

Touya can see it now, the care behind the arrogance. How his father worries in his own way, telling himself that as long as he’s got everything under control, this fragile thing he calls a heart can’t break. 

It’s fascinating too, getting to know his family as they are now, comparing them to what they used to be. 

Shouto’s not so good at reading people, but he’s good at reading him. Understanding what he needs and when he needs it. When to keep quiet and when to speak up.

Natsuo’s better at being annoying, a necessary distraction to keep the demons at bay.

Fuyumi and his mother are two sides of the same coin. Where one uses a soothing touch, the other needles him until he moves.

It could be good, this new thing they have going on… if it wasn’t for the pain.

-

His hands hurt. Touya tries not to use them, but they still hurt in a way that pushes tears into his eyes. They look fine, too, like he could use them normally, but just the thought of motion makes him want to throw up.

His skin is sensitive too. Hurts where it’s touched. 

It sucks to long for a hug when the weight of a soft blanket has him fight back pained sobs. Fuyumi gets rid of all sweaters with zippers when he tears up at the sight of them. Wearing them is pure torture.

Shouto shaves his hair short when he complains that the longer strands hurt - Natsuo is the one who brings in bright blue hair dye.

The pain brings nausea, awful moods, and an exhaustion he’s never known before. There are days when he just sleeps, too tired to eat or see any of his therapists. 

If he had a bit more brain capacity he’d wonder how he’d deal with it without his family, but he’ll rest for now, let them do their thing.

-

“It’s Soulmate-Pain.” The first doctor explains with a shrug. “There’s nothing you can do about it.” 

Too bad that he’s talking to the Todoroki’s. They’ve always believed in bulldozing their way through problems, creating paths where there had been walls before.

They draw blood and take X-rays, do test after test after test. Some old lady comes in to kiss him, only to leave a little disappointed - what was that about?

Touya gets drugs - not the good kind - and while they help with the pain, they make his brain so foggy he forgets what he was doing halfway through, finds himself in the kitchen without pants on or trying to explain something to the bathroom faucet, having mistaken it for Shouto.

Eventually, the doctors agree on something.

He’s got Chronic Pain, both from his own past and the poor soul on the other side of his soulmate bond. Whoever they are, Touya feels for them, and can’t help but wonder if he’s the one who started this vicious cycle. What if they got Chronic Pain because of him? 

What if - and that thought has him in a chokehold for days - he hurt them before, unknowingly? 

-

His mother finds a self-help group for people with Chronic Pain. 

Shouto drives him there. It’s still surreal to think that he’s going to work for his little brother in less than a week. It’s just a part-time job for now, helping in the archives at the agency, but it’s something to do to keep his mind off the pain and the demons still hiding away in the corners of his brain.

“I’ll pick you up in two hours.” Shouto reminds him. “Have fun.”

“Harhar.” Touya rolls his eyes, walks the short distance to the front door. 

He’s not expecting much from this.

If he gets one good conversation out of this, he’ll be surprised.

.

“Hey, are you new here?” A voice calls out and his head shoots up. Pain erupts from the muscles of his neck, screaming against the sudden movement.

Your hand snaps up, clutching the part of your neck that hurts him too. 

Touya stares, wide-eyed and breathless, as the truth registers in your eyes.

He’s not sure what he expects. Maybe an insult, maybe something else.

Not the soft “Oh.” that slips from your lips like glass marbles, glittering in the sunlight.

x-x

The self-help group meets every week. 

Touya hasn’t missed a meeting in the last three months, despite the pain he’s in.

You’re getting better at distinguishing it, too. Which pain is his and which is yours.

.

The meetings, which had been your main source of comfort, had lost their calmness through his presence alone. It’s not that you had doubted having a soulmate, not after doctors had used them as an explanation for your continued pain for years. But seeing him, experiencing it, is a wholly different thing.

.

He’s pretty, even when the ridiculous bright blue hair-die has started fading away, leaving patches of white in between. You can’t help but stare at him when he talks, the ripple of his scared skin moving when he speaks, wondering if you could feel the scars on his lips in a kiss. Even when he’s not speaking his sight is a distraction. The bright turquoise of his eyes that cuts through every thick silence never seems to leave you even when there’s a gaggle of people in the way.

But it's not just the way he looks, that keeps drawing you in. It's the way he talks, the way he listens. Not just to you, but to everyone else in the room. Not once does he paint himself like the one who's drawn the worst cards and more than once have you found him sitting with one of the older members after the group meeting has ended, listening intently when they tell him about their worries or show him pictures of their grandchildren, pets, plants.

He's caring, in his own special way. It shows with his family too, putting his little brother in a headlock when he comes to pick him up, or whistling after his sister when she wears the ugliest sweater known to man as she gets out of the car.

Even if you tell yourself not to look, to keep your distance and yourself safe, you can't help but notice. He might be the reason you've got chronic pain in the first place, but it could also be the other way around. The day comes when you stop caring about the specifics.

.

When you agree to go out with him - just grab a cup of coffee and talk this thing over, your heart’s beating too fast for it to be casual.

His hand moves to take yours at the crosswalk, but the pain shooting through your fingers tells you exactly why he stuffs it into his pocket instead.

You grab his sleeve instead, hold onto it with the hint of a smile.

“This works too.” You explain, try not to read too much into his pained smile.

.

One cup of coffee turns into three hours at the coffee shop over shared hot cocoa and ridiculously expensive sweet treats. 

Your stomach hurts from laughing too much and tears threaten to spill when he continues voicing the conversations of strangers passing by. His humor is snarky, but never hurtful. You bite your lip to stop yourself from snorting and his eyes fly to your mouth with a hunger you hadn’t anticipated.

You freeze, breathless and quiet, scared and thrilled at the same time.

The moment is lost when the barista asks you to leave, pointing out the shop’s closing time.

Your hand reaches for Touya’s sleeve when you step back out into the cold and he’s already there, close enough that you can smell him, smoke and sweetness, the comfort of something well-known, and the thrill of something new.

“Do you wanna come up?” You ask when he walks you to your doorstep. “You should eat something decent for dinner instead of cupcakes and brownies. I could make us some curry.”

“I don’t want to hurt you.” He says and you understand what he means without him having to explain it. It’s in the way his hands move to grab you while he leans back at the same time. It looks ridiculous, but isn’t that your life? Trying not to move too fast while wanting to plunge yourself into this headfirst?

Your hand finds his cheek, cradles the softness of a face that has seen the worst and still kept going.

“I know.” You say, because you do. “Neither do I.”

x-x

Touya has started sleeping on his side, just because you do. 

His coworkers joke about the way he carries himself and he has to snicker himself when he catches himself waddling as if he’s the one with a baby weighing him down.

He’s not looking forward to the birth, but can’t wait to finally meet the youngest Todoroki. 

It’s not going to be sunshine and roses, not with your pain and his, with the limited job options for people with chronic pain, ex-criminals, and High School Dropouts.

But isn’t that life, really? 

To smile, even when it rains, believing in the return of the sun.

My Kofi if you want to tip me