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𝑤𝘩𝑒𝑛 𝑖 𝑚𝑎𝑘𝑒 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑚𝑖𝑛𝑒 : 𝑡𝑜𝑑𝑜𝑟𝑜𝑘𝑖 𝑠ℎ𝑜𝑢𝑡𝑜 𝑥 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑒𝑟 : 𝑝𝑎𝑟𝑡 𝑖𝑖

𝑠𝑢𝑚𝑚𝑎𝑟𝑦: In order to placate your anxious mother, you agree to return to your hometown to participate in a mating run—knowing full well that betas rarely get chased, never mind betas nearly old enough to age out of the practice. You’ve decided to treat it like a vacation, a chance to visit with your childhood friends, the mating run itself a nice relaxing hike. All in all it’s a solid plan—until alpha Todoroki Shouto, your best friend's little brother,steps in and blows it all to pieces. 𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑡𝑒𝑛𝑡: omegaverse, no quirks au, alpha!shouto, beta!reader, mating rituals, age gap, best friend’s little brother, older reader, afab reader, some class differences, aged up characters, semi-public sex, slight small town romance vibes, background implied dabihawks for some reason, smut, 18+; mdni! 𝑙𝑒𝑛𝑔𝑡ℎ: 4.7k | chapter 2 of 4

Then

The Todoroki house was the most interesting place you had ever been.

At home it was just you and your mom, and most of the time she was working, or recovering from working, but the Todoroki house was packed with children from wall to wall. There was almost never a dull minute—except when Todoroki Enji came home and everyone got stiff and weird—but when he wasn’t around, you found you preferred the Todoroki mansion to the loneliness of your own empty house.

Touya seemed to sense this, and deigned to invite you over often, enough that you found yourself following him home after school at least once a week.

After the first time, you’d been introduced to his other siblings, Fuyumi and Natuso, who were both much nicer than Touya, and notably far more talkative. Shouto was a near-constant too, almost always propped on his mother’s hip when you arrived home, and always eager to be handed off to you, enough that you could tell Touya was annoyed.

“You’re not even related,” he complained, and you hid a smile at his barely-couched jealousy.

“I’m just better than you,�� you told him, sticking your tongue out, dodging when he tried to grab it. You’d never had siblings, and you’d been forced to learn quickly that nothing was off-limits to people with younger siblings. Revenge would always be exacted.

Even when Shouto got older, old enough to talk in complete sentences and toddle about on his own, he seemed to prefer your company. You and Touya were almost never left alone to play on your own, Shouto always in the room with you, almost velcroed to your side.

He was on the floor next to you in the living room on one such occasion, Touya absolutely destroying you in Super Mario, when Rei called Touya in from the kitchen.

Touya rolled his eyes, pausing and flinging his controller at your head with the manner of someone who hoped it actually connected. “Don’t restart while I’m gone or I’ll kill you.”

You saluted him as he stomped out, taking a minute to stretch out from where you’d sat hunched over your controller. You bumped Shouto as you did, and he looked up at you from his coloring book, where he was shading in a pair of penguins in hot pink.

“Nice choice,” you told him, and Shouto looked a little bit like he was trying not to preen.

“Izuku in my class says penguins mate for life, like us,” he said, authoritatively.

You blinked, your brain snagging on the like us. Alphas, betas, and omegas could mate for life, and were generally expected to, but that didn’t always quite play out if you didn’t find your life mate. Your mother was a near-hand example, your father having left her while you were still in swaddling clothes, only to pass away a short few years later. They hadn’t been life mates, you’d come to realize recently—though your mother still believed in them. You hoped she’d find hers still, someday.

You thought maybe, however, that you were not going to hold out hope for your own, if it was as tricky as it seemed.

“You know not everyone does, right?” you asked, peering down at Shouto.

Wide, guileless eyes stared back up at you. Shouto had lost a little of his baby fat recently, but absolutely none of his sweetness.

“Who does not?” he demanded, sitting back on his haunches.

You fiddled with the controller in your fingers, wondering suddenly if you should have brought this up with him. “Some people. My parents didn’t,” you said, cautiously.

Shouto’s eyebrows rose a fraction of an inch. “Your parents?”

You shook your head. “Sometimes people don’t find them even after all of the mating runs.”

Shouto did not look pleased with this. His eyes roved over you, pinning on you with a sort of sudden, unnerving intensity. “Sometimes people go on mating runs. And their life mate is not there because they are too young to go yet.”

You blinked, surprised by the specificity of this conclusion. “Sometimes, probably, yeah.”

Shouto’s tiny frown deepened, and he carefully arranged himself up against your side. “You will wait though, right?”

Your hand found its way unthinkingly into his hair, ruffling it. He was a sweet kid. “I mean, people usually go through more than one mating run, right?”

Shouto pressed more insistently into your side. “You will keep going until your life mate is there, though.”

You had an image of yourself, greying and eighty, slowly wobbling on your cane through the preserve. You suppressed a laugh. “I’ll go as I can until I age out, how about that?”

Shouto nodded, satisfied. His crayon resumed on the penguins, fiery pink streaking across the page. “I will be there,” he pronounced definitively.

His decisive tone startled a laugh out of you. You grinned down at him, unable to help the urge to ruffle his hair again. “I’ll stick around until we can run together. Although you better get good at climbing trees.”

Shouto blinked, his mouth pursing in puzzlement. “Trees,” he repeated to himself.

You nodded. “If I’m not an alpha, and I have to hide somewhere, I’m going to find the best tree in the preserve and go up it and not come down until I find my life mate.”

You would not be like your parents. You would not settle, and you would be realistic about your prospects.

Shouto’s eyes tracked across your face once more, like he was committing the statement to memory.

“You’re welcome to come up with me,” you said. You couldn’t imagine Shouto as anything other than an omega like his mom, not with that sweet little face. You didn’t like the idea of some alpha trying to get at him, so it was better he stay safe in your tree with you.

The thought suddenly rankled, and you decided you were done with this discussion. Better not to think of Shouto all grown up and spirited away from everyone until you absolutely had to.

You tapped a finger on Shouto’s coloring book, turning him back to it. “Anyway. Tell me about the other animals in here? Did Izuku tell you about any of these?”

Shouto looked down at the page, his expression shifting seriously. “This is a killer whale,” he said, pointing to a corner of the page he’d colored in with a blob of forest green. “They are related to dolphins. They are the biggest dolphin in the world.”

You nodded, relaxing back on your hands, gesturing for him to go on.

Shouto took his job very seriously, explaining solemnly and in great detail all the animals on the page, the way he sometimes described all his toys to you. You let him go on, finding that you liked listening to Shouto talk—he was rarely so wordy, but he was easy and familiar and funny in how seriously he took everything.

You laid back and listened to him, hoping Touya took a little extra time in the kitchen. Shouto looked pleased to have your attention, and soon enough you found yourself dozing, your head against his little thigh, content with Shouto’s sweet little voice washing over you.

In Shouto’s company, the Todoroki house felt a lot like home.

Now

Your beloved mother woke you in the morning ramming the vacuum into the door of your old bedroom-turned-storage room.

You groaned from your air mattress, your old bed frame sold off already to pay a gas bill. You missed that thing.

“Only a week together and you were out all day yesterday,” your mother said when you emerged from your old room, shooting you a look that immediately made you feel like a teenager again. She was wearing one of your old sweatshirts, that she’d clearly commandeered because she’d missed you.

Your heart squeezed a little at the familiar sight of her, but not enough to curb your morning fussiness.

“Maybe I was out scoping alphas to pounce on during the run,” you said, shuffling towards the kitchen and the promise of coffee.

“You were out with the mayor’s son,” she said, sniffing. A small smile pulled at your mouth—she had pettily refused to call Touya by his name for years.

She’d been thrilled by your friendship with him when you were kids. From the outside, Touya had looked like a beautiful little boy from a well-to-do family. You knew she’d once held out hope for your friendship to turn into something more, to see you settled into a well-off family and taken good care of.

For your part, however, you’d been drawn to Touya but never interested in that way, and you knew Touya felt the same. And things had only gotten more complicated when Touya’s mental health had crumbled like dirt under his father’s heel, and even worse when the Todoroki family fire broke out; Touya’s extensive burns damaged his glands and destroyed any evidence of his secondary gender before he’d even presented. Though, personally, you’d always suspected he was an omega. He was showy, flashy, possessed of that classic omega need for praise and attention—not quite to your tastes.

You thought you probably preferred someone a little more lowkey, someone steady and easy. Definitely not Touya.

There was also the fact that his efforts as of late seemed directed at the one quarter of your friend group with blonde, fluffy hair. Though you knew Touya would rather burn his remaining skin off before admitting it.

Either way, your mother’s hopes of a marriage into the Todoroki family were dashed, along with her opinion of Todoroki Enji when things finally came to head, and she’d never quite forgiven Touya for it.

“Touya says hello,” you answered distractedly, fiddling around with the coffee machine, though of course Touya had said no such thing. “I saw Rei though, and Natsuo and Fuyumi and Shouto. Did you know Shouto is a firefighter now? He’s gotten so big.”

“An alpha?” your mom’s voice floated out from the living room, her eagerness not quite suppressed.

You laughed, though a tiny, strange sort of spark lit up your spine. “Mom, I’m a couple years too old for him. I’m like his grandma.”

“Oh you are not, you dramatic thing,” you heard her sniff.

“Our first date could be at my bingo hall,” you carried on over the hiss of the water boiling, the dribble of coffee into the pot. “And we could get drunk on our prune juice, and I could slide out my dentures waiting for him to kiss me—”

“I’m going to sell you,” your mother said, her vacuum starting up again pointedly. You heard the distinct thump of it being rammed into a couch leg and grinned.

You knew she wanted to see you settled because she loved you, wanted to see you taken care of in all the ways that she hadn’t been. Your father had let her down years before he’d even passed, which you thought should have besmirched any alpha’s good name in your mother’s book. But she was determined to believe in love and life mates despite it all, and you admired her for it. She was a stubborn thing.

You spent the morning helping her do chores, clambering up onto the counters and getting all the places she couldn’t regularly reach, hauling out her trash and googling your way through some low-level repairs. You shared a quick breakfast in between, dodging more questions about the mating run, before returning to cleaning.

You were covered in dust and a thin layer of Lysol by the time you remembered you’d promised to meet Shouto at the fire station for lunch. There was not enough time to change or shower if you wanted to pick something up on the way, and you supposed it was well enough that Shouto did not actually possess the level of interest in you that your mother might have wanted him to.

“Going to see my child bride,” you told your mom on the way out, laughing and dodging a sponge.

The walk to the fire station took the better part of forty-five minutes, including a long interlude spent hemming and hawing over the prepared foods section of the grocery store before you finally settled on cold soba—Shouto’s favorite from when you were younger, if you remembered correctly.

The fire station itself was an older, whitewashed multi-story building, set back from the main road. The garage doors were open in the warming spring air, the bright red of the fire engines clearly visible from blocks away. You must have been visible from blocks away, too, because Shouto stepped out as you turned onto the drive, the dark blue of his stationwear stark against his skin.

Your heart did a strange lurching motion in your chest, and you pointedly did not let your eyes linger on the way his uniform belted in at his hips, highlighting the trimness of his waist and the breadth of his shoulders. Nope.

“Hi Shouto,” you said, holding up your bag of spoils. “You still like soba, right?”

Shouto blinked, his eyelashes fluttering. Long fingers touched the bag, hefting it carefully from your grip. “You remember.”

You grinned up at him. “How could I forget? Especially because I was there when you had it for the first time. You flung some at Touya from your high chair and it ended up on me instead.”

Shouto looked embarrassed, a pink flush spreading prettily across the tops of his high cheekbones. “I do not believe you.”

“Uh huh,” you said.

Shouto’s mouth pulled into what might have been a nonexpression on anyone else, but was most definitely a pout on him. Cute.

“I can reassure you there will be no soba flung today,” he promised, his deep voice earnest. Then he paused. “Touya is not in range.”

A surprised laugh escaped you, and the edge of Shouto’s lips pulled. He looked pleased with himself for having drawn it out of you. He’d always made you laugh, even as a kid—though mostly for how incongruously serious he was as a child, even about the silliest things. But also for how he seemed able to press people’s buttons—Touya’s especially—just by existing.

Shouto gestured you inside, and you studied the firetrucks as you passed them, mostly so you did not watch the way Shouto’s shoulders shifted beneath his shirt.

When he caught your look of curiosity, Shouto led you over to one, opening the door for you to take a look inside. You peered at all the knobs and switches interestedly, leaning into the cab. It looked complex, and yet very familiar. It actually looked a lot like the toy fire truck that once spent a fair amount of time occupying the inside of baby Shouto’s mouth.

You glanced back, opening your mouth to tell Shouto as much, when suddenly two large hands were at your waist, warm and sure. They lifted you right into the driver’s seat like it was absolutely no effort.

You fell into the cab, suddenly winded. You whipped around to stare at Shouto, heart hammering with the casual display of alpha strength, unable to help the wide-eyed look you knew you were giving him. That was—that was—not allowed.

“Am I—can I be—in here?” you garbled out, trying not to make obvious the real reason for your sudden disorientation.

Shouto stepped up onto the wheel plate to lean into the cab beside you, bringing in a puff of that scent like campfire on a cold day. “Yes,” he answered, looking unbothered with how close his face was to yours.

You watched him helplessly, brain fogging with his proximity and his scent. He was very, very pretty up close. He’d grown into what had to be the most beautiful person you’d actually ever seen—his mother’s looks, dialed up to an eleven. The deliberate alpha edge to him should have been at odds with that delicate sensuality—but instead it was like his secondary gender sat on him like a beam of sunlight, highlighting his beauty.

It was totally at conflict with the round, pudgy little thing he’d been when you’d first seen him, the lanky preteen you’d left him as.

He felt so familiar and yet so strangely new. It was disconcerting.

You quickly averted your gaze, making a show of leaning in over all the dials and buttons. Shouto leaned right over your lap, his chest warm against your legs, patiently explaining what each one did in his low, calm tone. The depth of his voice was so shocking, but the tone so similar to what it had been—you could remember him explaining animals in his coloring book to you in much the same level of careful detail once.

Your head spun with the dichotomy. Baby Shouto, a lifetime away, and adult alpha Shouto here in front of you—

You hurriedly pushed the thought of adult alpha Shouto down before you could think too deeply on it. That was off limits.

When you’d had your fill and Shouto had managed to make sure you didn’t accidentally deploy the ladder in the station itself, he helped you down from the cab, his hands hot on your waist.

“I’m old but still spry enough to get myself down, young man,” you told him as he settled you back on the station floor. Your heartbeat felt like it was somewhere around your throat.

“I did not hear your bones creak at least,” Shouto said, startling you into a laugh again.

His mouth twitched as he led you further into the station, giving you a short tour of the gear racks, the office, the laundry room and fitness room stuffed with several of his coworkers, a room that smelled overwhelmingly of clashing alpha scents, none nearly as good as Shouto’s.

A cheery red head waved to you from the leg press, that Shouto introduced as Kirishima, and a blonde alpha greeted him with a towel whipped directly at Shouto’s face. Shouto ducked it with the ease of long practice.

“Oi halfie, who the fuck told you you could eat the cookies I brought in?” the blonde demanded, barely sparing you an acknowledging glace as he reracked a mind-bogglingly enormous set of weights.

Shouto introduced him anyway, in a deliberately bland tone that you immediately recognized as one he deployed to rile up Touya. “This is Bakugou Katsuki.”

“Answer the damn question,” Bakugou said.

Shouto blinked long and slow and absolutely meant to annoy. You hid a smile. “Am I expected to fight fires on an empty stomach,” Shouto said, flatter than a question.

“I’ll fucking show you an empty stomach when I rip out your—”

“You must be Y/N,” Kirishima said loudly from the leg press. You instantly clocked a beta disruption technique at work and smiled at him.

“Nice to meet you,” you said, searching for something to reply with, uniting in his peace-keeping mission. “That’s—an impressive amount of weight.”

“Thanks!” Kirishima said brightly.

Out of the corner of your eye you caught Shouto’s head snapping towards you, and you looked back to find his eyes narrowed on you.

“I can press as much,” Shouto said, his tone insistent. He crowded a little closer to you.

Your eyebrows crept towards your hairline, mystified. “I—that’s—great?”

A tiny frown pulled at Shouto’s mouth, and a disgusted sound issued from Bakugou’s corner of the gym. “You gotta be fucking kidding me. Take this shit right outta here,” Bakugou demanded.

Shouto ignored him, still staring at you. He pressed closer, his shoulders shifting so that he was angled between you and Kirishima, obscuring most of your line of sight.

“I—mean you definitely look like you can press, um, a lot,” you continued, bewildered. “The only pressing I do is, uh, french press.”

The frown evaporated from Shouto’s expression, something suddenly pleased descending over it instead. Beyond him, you thought you could see Kirishima smiling, mouthing you look like you can press a lot to Bakugou, and an answering eye-roll from Bakugou. Oh god. Had you said that?

Your face heated, and you immediately decided an evacuation was in order. “Well thanks for letting us interrupt you. Nice to meet you guys. Shouto—should we—?”

Shouto’s hand found the small of your back, gently guiding you. All thought of Kirishima and Bakugou suddenly evaporated under the feeling of that hot palm, and you barely managed another wave as Shouto shadowed you out of the room. He led you up a flight of stairs to the dorm area, where several more of his coworkers were arrayed, chatting over their own lunches.

Face still sort of warm, you helped Shouto unpack the soba and the various side dishes you’d grabbed. He disappeared further into the kitchen and returned with glasses of water and the appropriate utensils, arraying everything in front of you.

“So this is going to be your first run,” you said conversationally, after you’d taken your first bite of soba. “Got any lucky omega in mind?”

Shouto’s eyes darted up from his chopsticks to your face, grey and blue pinning you. “I have… someone in mind,” he said, after a moment.

A strange twinge made itself known in your chest again. You ignored it, shoving more noodles into your mouth determinedly.

“I am sure you will have absolutely no trouble, but I am happy to give you a quick rundown of all the usual hiding spots anyway,” you said. “Most omegas actually end up not too far into the preserve because they want to be caught, so it should be pretty easy.”

One of Shouto’s brows quirked the tiniest bit. “I have reason to believe I’ll need to follow at least a few miles.”

You felt your own eyebrows lift. Not too many omegas went super far in, unless they were looking to avoid someone or pose a real challenge. You went miles in specifically for that reason as well—to steer clear of the action, not that it was likely to find you anyway—and get up your tree before anyone came looking.

“There’s fewer spots that far out because the brush gets all scraggly at the coast,” you said. “There’s a few outcroppings though that I’ve seen omegas go for. You really think your intended will go that far?”

Shouto considered you for a long moment, those mismatched eyes roving over you. “I do.”

Whoever it was, they were going to make him work for it, huh? You suppressed a growing spot of offense on his behalf.

“And you’re sure about this person?” you asked.

Shouto nodded. “I have been sure since I was very small.”

Your heart skipped a beat at the same time as your stomach seemed to drop. That was very sweet—and also strangely disheartening to hear.

Why was that disheartening?

“Then—do you think they’re for sure your life mate?” you asked, taking a careful, studied sip of water.

“I do,” Shouto answered. The simplicity of his statement spoke for itself. You were a beta and did not have quite the same capacity to detect your mate as an alpha, but you knew alphas always knew. You wondered if he’d always known he was going to end up an alpha if he’d had that instinctive understanding since he was young.

You wondered why he’d never said anything, all those years you’d grown up together.

Your heart did a strange dip, sinking at the same time it lifted for him.

“I’m really happy for you Shouto. I’m glad I came back just in time to see you find happiness, when it feels like I have already missed so much else,” you told him.

Shouto leaned forward, catching your eye. His gaze was serious where it caught yours. “I am glad you came back, too. You have been… missed,” he said.

Your heartbeat fluttered, and you gripped the edge of the table, trying to quell the feeling. It would not do to be too overwhelmed by Shouto. Not now.

You managed a smile, and quickly rerouted the conversation back to the hiding spots you knew, and the forest trails you’d seen most omegas utilize. Shouto watched you carefully, and you hoped he was committing the information to memory.

After that the conversation turned to more innocuous topics, a rehashing of some of your shared childhood memories, some picking on Touya. The soba disappeared between the two of you, as well as all the side dishes you’d brought. Shouto was incredibly easy to talk to, you found—a fascinating blend of the earnest, slight shit-stirrer of a little boy you’d known and a blandly funny adult man. He had some of Touya’s underlying propensity towards intensity, and some of his mother’s thoughtful sweetness—and you liked the way the familiar traits blended into something faceted and interesting.

He really had grown up.

After lunch he let you explore more of the station, showing you all the compartments on the fire engines, explaining all the equipment. On the way to the door he also let you rifle through the gear bays, showing you his own rack of turnout gear.

He even let you try his jacket on, looking like he was suppressing a smile when the heaviness of it weighed your arms down, watching you flap your arms around, marveling as what was easily twenty pounds of heat-proof fabric resisted you.

No wonder he needed such an intense workout routine.

You couldn’t help but be amazed by it all—who Shouto had turned into, and the fact that he had such an impressive job, one that fit him so well. The fact that he was an adult now, with goals and ambitions that were a lot more grounded than yours. The fact that he was an alpha of all things, and could lift you up into a firetruck as easily as you’d once lifted him off Touya’s hip.

It was so much to contemplate, and you watched him, helplessly fascinated, as he led you around.

You lingered for long enough that the sky was tinging pink and orange by the time you left, and Shouto saw you to the door, insisting on plugging in his number to your phone so you could text when you got home. You could still feel his eyes on you as you turned the corner down the street, a strange warmth suffusing you as you walked. It kept you warm the entire way home, despite the cool evening air.

It was only when you arrived at your mother’s front door, shooting off your promised text to Shouto that you realized that you were mooning like a girl returning home from a date—a completely embarrassing, inappropriate tact for your mind to take with someone who had been your childhood friend. Your childhood junior.

Besides, Shouto had explicitly said he had someone in mind already, someone he intended to follow during the run. And you were too old for him, and a beta as well. Alpha-beta couplings were rare—and if Shouto had known who his life mate was since he was very small, and never given any indication it was a beta—well that spoke for itself.

You shook your head as you let yourself in through the door, trying to slough off the feeling as you called a greeting to your mother. It was sad you’d never get to haul him up a tree after you, the way you’d promised when you were kids. But such was life, you guessed.

Shouto may have grown up into an admirable man and a beautiful alpha—but he was off limits to you. You’d make sure you treated him with nothing but the respect and friendly fondness he deserved. Nothing else.

Absolutely nothing else.

[semisslave]

Chishiya x reader who experiences a panic attack?

While Chishiya tries to comfort her, he somehow finds out that the reader finds his touch very calming and hugs them.

(Bonus: it happens during Jack of hearts)

♡ Stereotype ♡

Contents: Chishiya x reader, fluff.

Warnings: kinda ooc chishiya, panic attack

When the King of Diamonds game started, your group splitted and lost track of Chishiya and An. You were very worried about it because Chishiya, you and Kuina were together since the beach, but Arisu said that he's sure Chishiya will be alright.

When Usagi, Arisu, Tatta, Kuina, and you arrived to the King of Clubs, there were only 4 bracelets even tho it needed 5 people.

You all looked behind when you heard a voice, it was Niragi with a bracelet.

You and everyone refused to play with Niragi, until Usagi put on a bracelet and conviced everyone, but you.

You decided to go to another game since there were only four bracelets and one person wasn't going to play anyway.

Now you were walking to the Jack of hearts. You could admit it wasn't a great idea since you suffered from panic attacks and hearts games were you had to manipulate people and make them go insane were a big no no for you, but what was the worst that could happen if no one that you knew was going to be there?

You were more about Diamonds game since in those games almost always there was no violence allowed and there was a way for all the players to live.

You still went there since it was the closest Jack game, and going to a Queen or a King alone was not going to end up well for you.

You entered to the Nara prison, where the game was located. You put on the last collar that was on the table and went upstairs.

There was some people around the room, looking at the screen. You didn't see everybody since you were just watching the screen where the rules were being announced.

When they finished explaining the rules, you were a bit worried. How were you gonna find someone that helps you? You decided to look among all the players and see who looks trustworthy.

You were thinking to yourself. 'That girl doesn't give me good vibes, that guy looks too tough, that guy looks too scared, that guy looks like he's gonna die soon and-' That's when you saw him, Chishiya, leaning against a wall and smirking at you.

You walked towards him, smiling.

"Chishiya! You're alive!" You said as you smiled, relieved that you had someone you trusted here.

"You really thought I was gonna die there?" He said with a cocky smile as always.

"Well, the King of Spades can kill anyone-"

"What happened with Tatta, An, Kuina, Usagi, and Arisu? Did they die?" He said, cutting you off.

"Oh, no. We lost An, I don't really know where she is, and me with the others decided to go to the King of Clubs, but it was a 5 person game and Niragi already had one of the bracelets on. I didn't want to play with him so I went here."

"Hmm... How can Niragi still be alive?

"I know, right? I'm honestly starting to believe that guy is immortal." You said, joking.

Chishiya smirks and says. "Let me see your symbol."

You turn around, and he separates your hair to see the symbol. It was a heart.

"It's a heart." He says, and also turns around

"Thank you." You see his symbol, a club. "Club!"

He turned around, facing you again.

"I'm trusting you." He replied with his casual tone

You smiled.

The games passed, people died and no one discovered who the Jack of hearts was.

That's when Enji approached you while you were grabbing a snack.

"Hey... " He said, giving you chills.

"Hi..." You answered, trying to go away, but he grabbed your wrist.

"I see that you trust that guy a lot, don't you? Shuntaro Chishiya..."

"Mhm...?" You said, confused.

"Well, I think he's the Jack of Hearts."

"He's been with me even before the second stage started... I know he isn't."

"Well, you know Jacks, Queens and Kings can also be playing those games, mixing among other players?"

"I know he isn't."

"You can say that, buy you're not entirely sure... Let me tell you your symbol."

He looks at it. It was a spade. "Hmm... Club."

"I don't believe you. Leave me alone!" You said, extremely nervous.

"Die if you want, but dying because you trusted the wrong person is a dumb way to die."

You pushed him out of you way and ran to the bathrooms, scared.

There were only 10 minutes left and Chishiya was looking for you to tell each other their symbol.

You were sat on the floor of the bathroom, your arms around your knees. That guy actually managed to manipulate you and make you doubt Chishiya.

He was right. You saw Mira on the big screens, someone you met face to face, and thought she was a normal player. Maybe Chishiya was also lying and was just using you and Kuina to gain trust from the players, that would explain why he knew what was going to happen at the beach between Aguni and The Hatter, right?

Oh no, you were getting that feeling again. Your heart started beating faster and in an irregular way. You were shaking, you were struggling to breathe normally, and your chest started to hurt.

You heard the door of the bathroom open.

"___, our sym-" He stopped when he saw you on the floor, shaking and struggling to breathe, with a look of extreme fear.

"___?"

"C-chishiya..." You said, completely scared

He kneeled down to your level with a confused face.

"What happened?"

"I'm afraid... Even if I look tough in the exterior, I'm still afraid..." You said, shaking, almost crying.

He was confused. He'd never seen you in that way, so scared and vulnerable.

Suddenly, you hugged him, clinging to him as you cried on his shoulder.

He felt your heart beating really fast, knowing what was happening.

"It's okay..."

Even tho he wasn't exactly a fan of physical contact, he let you hug him and rubbed your back. He knew how much you needed it in this moment.

"Chishiya... Are you really the Jack of hearts?" You said whispering, struggling to talk since you were also struggling to breathe.

He raised an eyebrow. "If I was a wouldn't tell you neither, but I think it's pretty clear I'm not." He said as you hugged him tighter.

"Enji told me the Jack could also be someone who was mixing with other players..."

"And someone as smart as you couldn't notice that he knowing that is suspicious?"

You didn't answer, but his touch helped you to calm down a bit.

"Calm down. You can trust me."

You stayed hugging him.

He was never like this. He would always be cold and distant, but for the first time, you felt him close in an intimate and vulnerable moment.

You didn't want to let go of him. His touch was making you forget about all your fears and calmed you.

But he pulled away

"There's only five minutes left. Your symbol is spade." He said confidently.

You, now calmed, nodded and asked him to turn around. His symbol was a diamond. "Diamond."

You both went to the rooms to tell your symbol. You were a bit scared since Enji and Chishiya told you different symbols, but of course, you were gonna trust Chishiya.

"Spade..."

He never lied. Enji was the Jack. It was obvious...

TYSM FOR ALL THE SUPPORT!

I'll do all the requests, I swear, but just give me time bc I've been very busy lately

vivi out ( =＾ω＾)

[baby-tini]

Meet the Todorokis

@supernatural-hunter1 @dabisangle

Dabi told you about his family before he did the reveal to the whole of Japan. He told you about how abusive his father was, how his mom did nothing to help, how his siblings didn't understand what it felt like to be in his position and how he hated his youngest brother. From the little information he'd give you, throughout the months of being together, you.cpuld tell there was some serious trauma and his home life and family were anything but loving. Aside from the physical scars, you knew there was some pretty bad mental scarring, even though he tried to play off the hurt and pain by being cocky and nonchalant.

When the heroes found out you were involved with the league and Dabi, especially romantically, you became a top priority for Endeavor to capture and lock away, so that's what happened. When you were caught, you were sent to Tartarus and servailenced 24/7, heavily armed guards would be posted in your room and right outside of it. The room littered with cameras, there was an inch of privacy in that tiny space you now called home. But you knew, you knew Dabi would save you, it would just take a little time, until then, you had to grin and bare it.

It was the same routine everyday, sitting in that small, padded room with cameras covering inch after inch, doing nothing but letting your mind drift away and thinking about the league but especially Dabi. How was he doing, what was he doing, did he miss you, was he even thinking about you? You didn't doubt he was but curiosity was eating at your brain and heart, taking over your thoughts. So, it was a big surprise when you were told you had visitors and the Todorokis, nonetheless. They were all there, Rei, Fuyumi, Natsuo, Shoto.... and I guess the man that Touya had to call father was there too. It would've been sweet too have such a messed up family if you didn't know their dirty little secrets and the reasons for visiting in the first place. They all looked empty- heartbroken even, their eyes full of sorrows and regret while Reis eyes leaked salty tears ,only to be comforted by daughter... huh, you wonder if any of them tried to comfort Touya that way. Then again, given the family and their dynamic, you highly doubt it. But, sat in front of this fucked up family as they stared you down and asked invasive questions, you started too understand it wasn't out of love for Touya, it was because of guilt and that just pissed you off a lot more. They weren't trying too right their wrongs, it was because they knew that they were horrible for what they did and they tried too quiet their guilt. So you can't really blame yourself for snapping and going off on that horrible man- thing. That horrible thing. "What would you say you're relationship to my son is." You scowled at Enjis question, a scoff falling from your lips unintentionally but you didn't try too stop it. Your eyes narrowed at that abusive man, only obsessed with the image of the so-called greater-good. He didn't even ask how Touya has been, how much the thought of his old man being praised for being a hero when in actuality, he was more of a villain then most were, ate at Touya every night, kept him up for days- weeks even- on end. "Don't. Call him that, Touya is no longer your son, he is no longer the boy that yearned for your praise and approval, no longer the boy that was willing to kill himself too make you happy. He's better, different now. His eyes have been opened to your disgusting ways of bullshit parenting." It was said more aggressively then you thought it was but, he needed too understand Dabi would never be Touya- their Touya, ever again, he was your Touya now and forever.

Endeavors hands tightened into fists at that, while his wifes eyes dropped, looking away and squeezing tightly as she breathed in a stuttered inhale. "He's still my son, I wasn't the best fath-" there's a quick cut off from you as you shifted in your seat. "No. You weren't even a father to begin with, so don't give me that bullshit speech that you're sorry and you regret what you did because I don't care to listen to it, you can give your traumatized family that bullshit but I won't listen to it." It's spat at him, your voice raising in pitch towards the end of your sentence as you scowled at the false hero. You didn't mean to go on a tangent rant but.. it happened. "You, Enji Todoroki, abused your children. You attempted to use them for your own selfish desires and make up for your pathetic failures and all your overwhelming undoings. You. Are no man- especially not a father. No father would ever. Force their child to take on such a burden, so young in their life. No man would ever put his hands on a woman- much less their wife. The woman who gave you those children in the first place. The woman who took care of them and bathed them, dressed them, read them bed time stories while you chased after a dream you, yourself acknowledged would never happen on your own, so you tried to live through your children. And you, Rei Todoroki. The first time that man put his fucking hands on you or your children, you should've left him. Don't ever let a man put his fucking hands on your children. Ever. You. Are no mother. No mother would throw boiling water on her sons face because she couldn't stand the piece of shit man that she was forced too marry. Your kids are their own people and have their own dreams. The reason the both of you even have kids was selfish from the get-go. I'm happy Touya got out- got away. None of your kids deserved that, but especially Touya. Now leave." By the end of it, Rei was in tears and Enjis teeth were clenched so tight, you thought they were gonna break as his fists were tight and shaking, his knuckles turning pale, ghost white as his eyes became wet and started too sting. The family left quickly after that as the door slammed behind them.

You couldn't wait for Dabi to end Enji Todorokis pathetic life of lies.

[fatkish]

If you're still taking requests.

How would Endeavor and Hawks react to a broody (like when chickens are incubating eggs) phoenix child reader only to find out that the eggs in the nest are fertilized?

I hope that makes sense.

Whose the father? That’s their immediate reaction

After all, you couldn’t have fertilized them yourself

Any time Hawks tries to get near your nest, you immediately start trying to attack him

Enji has to hold you back so you don’t kill him

Hawks is not allowed near you since you attack him

For the sake of this to make sense, let’s just say that Tokoyami is the father. Or at least, he fertilized the eggs.

Hawks and Enji had no idea that you and Tokoyami were so close

You built a nest of blankets, sheets, pillows and clothes. You have two eggs that are fertile

Tokoyami has to bring you food and water since you refuse to move from your eggs.

You shed a lot of your flight feathers and have grown feathers that are slightly more downy and soft. The shed feathers are tucked into your nest

You have a heat lamp in your room that you use to keep the eggs warm when you leave to use the bathroom

You never leave the eggs for more than 30 minutes, ever

Natsuo checks the eggs often to see how they’re developing

Since your instincts are strong, you ‘decide’ to keep the babies. Not like your instincts would let you get rid of them

It takes 7 months in total for the babies to grow and hatch. In that time, Fuyumi and Natsuo are bragging about how their going to be Aunts and Uncles.

Shoto asks questions about the eggs and helps you plan for their future, where their rooms will be, how you plan to raise them, etc

Everyone in the Todoroki family already considers the reader as their sibling so they see themselves as the Aunts and Uncles of the reader’s eggs

Enji is stoked and yet horrified to be a granddad. He knows he was a terrible father to his own kids and he’s terrified that he’s gonna ruin his chances with his grandchildren, if he’s even allowed in their lives

Hawks is stoked and is already bragging about his niece and nephew, assuming the eggs are a boy and girl (you can change the babies’s genders) he’s gotten them so many gifts already and even plans out how to help raise them

Once the fetuses start to move and you feel it, you tell Tokoyami. He’s amazed and is slightly teary eyed. Dark shadow is bawling his eye out and proclaiming that he’ll never leave the eggs’s sides

Shoto just stares with a slightly amazed look and a soft smile when he feels the eggs move. Fuyumi is excited and happily smiles while giggling as tears run down her face. Natsuo just smiles and talks about what you might have to expect and writes down what’s happening for his medical experience and references

When the babies finally hatch it’s at 3:42 am in the morning. The babies are 6 1/2 lbs each

It takes 3 more months of you constantly taking care of them for them to fully absorb their yolk sacs, grow to standard baby weights, start suckling and to start developing feathers

Sorry if it’s short. If you want a part 2 of this or want to hear about the babies growing up, leave a comment please and thank you

[mayajadewrites]

could've been you: aizawa x reader x hawks

summary: You're the new teacher at UA with a rocky past with one of their beloved teachers, Shouta Aizawa aka Eraserhead. You'd rather never see him again but alas, such is life. You also meet Keigo, aka Hawks, who is the opposite of Aizawa. Smiley, golden retriever energy. Nothing could go wrong... right? relationships: aizawa x fem!reader, hawks x fem!reader warnings: some chapters will be NSFW, they will have a warning on them in bold.

TAG LIST:

@come-away-with-me87, @kxshdoll, @evilsanzu

CHAPTER FOUR

WARNING: SMUTTTTTTTTT

You and Aizawa watched the students as they sparred together. He strategically placed the students with each other, their partners having what they don't have. Whether it's patience, strategic skills, or being a team player, all of the matches work.

"Has Shoto ever said anything to you about his dad?" You lean back in the bleachers.

"Not really. He stays to himself a lot, but any time anyone ever mentions the new #1 hero, Todoroki rolls his eyes. Why?"

"Enji is trying to rebuild his relationships with his kids, and I have a feeling that one is gonna be tough to crack."

"You and Endeavor are close?" Aizawa sounded genuine.

"You could say that. He does tell me a lot about his past, and all of the mistakes he's made. One of them being so hard on Shoto."

All Aizawa does is nod as he continues to watch the students. "You know, about our past-" He began to speak.

"What about it?" You turn to look at him, your mind getting lost in his dark chocolate brown eyes.

"I, I've always -" He turned his knees towards you as he spoke.

"MR. AIZAWA BAKUGO IS GOING TO KILL MIDORIA!" Iida ran to the bleachers. "I'M NOT SURE WHAT HAPPENED BUT BAKUGO IS ABOUT TO EXPLODE. LITERALLY."

You and Aizawa immediately jump onto the ground to find the pair. Bakugo looks like he wants to destroy anything in his path. Aizawa turned into Eraserhead to stop him from going any further.

"You got off easy because they're here." Bakugo said to Midoria. "Whatever your quirk is, mine is better and I WILL beat you."

"Um... okay." You press your hands to Midoria's shoulders. "Midoria, why don't you take a breather." You turn to look at Midoria, who is a bit shorter than you. His eyes are big and glossy, like he's about to cry. He nods and turns to go to the bleachers.

You turn your attention to Aizawa. He's lecturing Bakugo with his back to you. Your eyes scan over his body - his broad shoulders, muscular arms, smaller waist, and his long legs. His wavy hair was pushed back against his goggles.

You caught yourself staring a bit too long.

Shit.

What is this feeling?

_______________________

For the rest of the week you tried your best to focus on planning out your classes. After all, next week you'll be on your own.

You also avoided Aizawa. You would leave class before him, and leave your room after him in the morning so you wouldn't have to talk to him.

You had some feeling in your stomach when you looked at him. A feeling that was unwanted by your brain, but your heart continued.

Keigo, however, you have not been avoiding. You had fun when you hung out with him. Actual fun. He's very sweet and takes note of everything you say.

He also made it a habit to call you during your lunch every day.

"So I was thinking we could go out on a date tomorrow night." Keigo said as you pressed the phone between your ear and shoulder.

"Where were you thinking?" You open your container, mixing your salad with your fork.

"I was thinking we could do dinner downtown and then talk a walk around the park. It should be a nice night out."

"Pick me up at 7." You smile and take a bite of your caesar salad. "No flying, though. I don't want to get sick."

"Aw come on, I wanted to show you how high I can go."

"Fine." You roll your eyes, flickering your gaze up to the tall man in front of you. "I'll see you tomorrow." You hang up the phone.

"You've been avoiding me." Aizawa sat down across from you in the teachers lounge.

"I would never do touch a thing." You placed your hand on your chest. "You're my absolute favoriteeeee person, why would I do that?!"

"I don't know." He placed his arms on the table in front of him. "Is the bird telling you not to talk to me?"

"Shouta why would you say something so stupid." You dug your fork in your food. "I don't belong to anyone, so I can talk to whoever I want and if Kiego ever even suggest that I don't talk to a particular person, he will no longer be in my life."

"Mm." He nodded, watching you put your fork in your mouth, your lips wrapping around the utensil. You take note of his eyes on your lips, but you don't say anything.

You want to see how far you can get him. How much you can make him... want you.

You can't even deny it anymore. The thought of Aizawa getting turned on by you gets you turned on.

You're single. You can date whoever you want. However many men you want.

You purposely got some dressing on your lips and didn't wipe it off. Knowing that Aizawa would point it out.

"You have dressing on your face." He leaned back in his chair and crossed his arms over his chest.

"Oh! Thank you." You pull out a compact mirror and dip your finger in the spot with the dressing, then sliding your index finger in your mouth to lick off the dressing.

Aizawa watched as your full lips wrapped around your index finger. His eyes scanned your dainty hands, your baby pink almond shaped nails perfectly manicured. He's careful not to show too much emotion, but he can't help the excitement growing in his pants.

"Oh, lunch is over. I'm gonna go train a bit, I feel a bit rusty." You stand up quickly and shove your lunch container in your bag. "See you Monday, Eraser."

___________________________

You decided on a white square cut crop top with straight leg jeans that fit you just right, accentuating your curves. Paired with your white platform converse and gold accessories - you were ready.

You stared at yourself in the mirror, making sure your hair is in place and your makeup is just the way you like it. Clear lip gloss topped the entire look off, leaving you looking juicy and glowy.

At 7 on the dot, there was a knock at your door. Keigo was wearing a black shirt with a black jacket, similar to the one he wears with his hero uniform. His wings are on full display - you can tell he takes great care of them. They're shiny and voluminous.

"You look beautiful as usual." Keigo pulled a bouquet of flowers from behind his back. Two dozen red roses. "More beautiful than these flowers."

"Keigo, you are so sweet." You grab the fur lining of his jacket, pulling him closer to you. You pressed your lips against his, to his surprise. The smell of roses flooded your nostrils as you kissed him with a mix of his sandalwood cologne. "Let me put these in a vase before we go." You turn and walk back into your apartment.

You place the vase in the middle of your kitchen island, making sure there's enough water. "Okay. Ready." You pull your purse over your shoulder and walked to Keigo in the doorway.

He held out his hand for yours, his fingers intertwining with yours. "You ready to fly?"

"Ready as I'll ever be."

Keigo took you in his arms bridal style and took flight. His wings allow him to gain height at insane speeds - your mind almost coun't comprehend it. Your grip on him tightened as you got higher.

"It's okay. I'm not going anywhere." Keigo kissed the top of your head. "Open your eyes."

Reluctantly, you opened your eyes and saw the night sky. You were in the clouds, the stars shining above you.

"Wow, this is breath taking." You leaned your head on his shoulder. You felt his hands tighten around your legs, his thumbs grazing your skin.

"This is how I feel when I'm with you." His eyes analyzed your face as he spoke. You tilted your head up to meet his eyes, letting your mouths crash together. Your hand presses against his cheek as you deepen the kiss with your tongue. You hear his breath hitch as your tongue dances with his.

"We can't do this up here. I can't promise I can stay focused on flying." He pecked your lips quickly before he started the descent back to the ground.

The rest of the date was great. You and Keigo always have fun together and this time was no different. Laughs and smiles are mandatory when you spend time together.

He would steal kisses during dinner when you weren't expecting it. It was adorable.

Keigo is incredibly sweet, caring, kind, and outwardly shows his interest in you. He's what you need.

When the date was over and it was time to drop you off at your place, you didn't want the night to end.

"Do you want to come in?" You lean your back against the door. Your voice was low, almost a whisper, and your mouth formed into a smirk.

"I'm not sure I'll want to leave if I go in." He leaned in, hovering his lips over yours.

"It's not a school night." You tilt your head up to graze his lips. He held himself back from attacking your lips right then and there. You turn your key into your door and grabbed his hand, bringing him into your place.

Keigo wasted no time taking off his jacket and taking you in his arms. You wrapped your legs around his waist as his lips attached to yours. He was so needy, which you love. His hands planted on your plump ass as he walked to your bedroom.

Giving it a squeeze before laying you down on your bed, he left kisses on your neck down to your chest. Your buried your hands in his hair as he kissed every inch of your chest.

His lips sucked on various spots on your chest as his hands pulled your shirt down inch by inch until your nipples were revealed. "May I?"

You only nod, your hands almost cradling his head as he attached his lips to your hard nipple. He took one hand to the other tit, kneading it gently as he sucked on the nub.

You could feel your panties soaking at this point. Keigo likes to take his time and enjoy every inch of you. But you wanted him now, at this moment.

It's been years since you've had sex. But you haven't felt like this in... a long time. The heat from your desire taking over your brain.

"Kei," You moan softly as his wings expand.

"Yes?" His honey eyes are magnets to yours.

"I need you." You held yourself up but your forearms as you watch him slide his shirt over his head and wings. His abs were shining from the slight sweat leading down to his pants.

"These need to come off too." You pulled on his jeans.

"Are you sure? We don't have to. I don't want you to feel-"

"Keigo." You pressed his chin between your thumb and index finger so he had to look at you. "I said I need you."

Without another word his pants were off along with yours. You're both only in your underwear at this point but you can see his thick cock outline through the fabric.

He pulled his length out of his boxer briefs. Your eyes grew wide at his size, he wasn't overly big but he is thick.

"Do you have condoms?" His body hovered over yours.

"Yes." You grab the box out of your nightstand and pull one out, handing it to him. He slid it on quickly before kissing your lips gently.

"We don't have to do this."

"Keigo, I want to. Stop worrying." You hook your finger onto the lace of your underwear to pull them down.

He positioned himself in front of your soaking entrance. He locked his eyes with yours as he gently, inch by inch, slid his length into you.

Your pussy was wet and tight around his cock as it adjusted to his size. Your eyes rolled back as Keigo watched his length disappear inside of you.

Once he was all the way in, he developed his rhythm. His left arm was next to your head as he thrusted into you, his bicep caging you in. You bring your hand to the back of his head and tangle your fingers in his honey locks. He loved when you touched his hair - it made him want to pound into you even more.

"Fuck, Kei." Your pussy clenched around him. Your other hand landed on his back, your nails dragging along his skin leaving scratch marks. His strokes were deep as he almost slammed into you. He's quiet when he fucks apparently because you were the only one talking.

His pace quickened as he earned moans from your lips. He planted his mouth on your neck, sucking and biting simultaneously. There were no kisses, this man was straight up marking you.

You feel his cock twitch inside of you when he pounds into your pussy, assumingely because he's close. The thought of him coming sends your brain on a high. Your gummy walls pulsate around him as you came undone around him. He's still thrusting into you, focused on your face.

He kissed your lips roughly as he thrust into you one last time. He moans your name, finally speaking as he reaches his high.

He's still inside of you as you both come back down to earth. He reluctantly slides his cock out, then taking off the rubber.

He comes back from the bathroom with a towel as he lays next to you. No words were exchanged, but he was all smiles. He patted your sweaty skin with the towel as he kissed your forehead.

"Baby bird, you're gonna be the end of me."

[i-cant-sing]

Okay okay, time for me to word vomit an idea:

So imagine that after Dabi does his whole vengeful arc, kills dozens of people and publicly calls out Enji's abusive ass, my man just gets caught by the cops and he's like put in a psychiatric hospital (because obviously Enji pulled some strings to save his son from death row to ease his own guilt).

Anyways, Dabi is like majorly depressed obviously and he's like "well, I've done everything I wanted to, so I might as well off myself" and cue reader's entry.

So basically, reader could be a nurse/doctor(NOT A PSYCHIATRIST) and she's all warm and fuzzy and a literal Ray of sunshine and Dabi hates her, but he doesn't give a crap atm.

And like everytime Dabi tries to kill himself, reader is there to stop him. It obviously started with "nooo, please don't kill yourself🥺 you are precious🥺🥺" to reader just swooping in and foiling his plans like "can you not die during my shift? I need an early night off🥱". Dabi is actively trying to kill himself, like he's standing on the ledge to jump, and reader is tackling him down and then punching him for making you run all the way up to the roof.

And like reader is bandaging him up with great gentleness and care and Dabi is staring at her being all close to him (he is mesmerised), and he goes-

"I'll be successful in my suicide one day."

And you just smile and shake your head. "Not as long as I'm praying." And at first, Dabi is super annoyed because he's think you're into the whole religious mumbo jumbo, but he actually caught you one day praying (insert whatever religion) and he's bewitched by the sincerity you pray for his (and others) well being. As if you believed with your whole heart that someone up there is listening to you.

He doesn't know what or when exactly he fell for you, but he did. And he decides that he'll confess to you after he gets out of psychiatric hospital (after tugging at Rei's and Enji's heart strings and them using money and influence to free their menace son). After spending 6 years in the hospital, 6 years where you were the only one who truly cared for him, he'll finally confess to you.

But then you don't come. Not even the next day, or the week after that. Turns out, you left your job.

Out of the blue? Dabi's suspicions rose.

He got out of the hospital and began doing his own research on you until he found your address and well... he sort of came in unannounced (look he knocked, you didn't answer, so he melted the lock and let himself in. At least he came in bearing flowers and wine).

He wasn't expecting you to be at home, but there you were, lying in your bed, a little too still for someone to be asleep.

He throws the covers off you, eyes narrowing on the red stains on your sheet before moving to your bleeding wrists.

Dabi's world stops, every cell in his body stops before every fiber in his being screams and makes him move. He doesn't check for pulse, doesn't check if you're still breathing, perhaps he'd die himself if he didn't like the answer he found. He picks you up and immeadiately goes to the nearest hospital, which fortunately was near.

While you were being operated on, Dabi sat outside, heart thumping as he prayed to whatever deity you did.

Please... not yet.

His prayers were answered as tge doctors told him that you're going to be alright... physically that is. Mentally? Well, Dabi is about to figure it out.

He sat by your side waiting for you to wake up. When you finally did, he saw how different you looked. Obviously he had noticed that you were physically weak, but your eyes... they lost their shine.

Your eyes turned to confusion when you looked at him. "D-Dabi? What are you-"

"I found you." That was enough for you to put together what he meant. You turned your eyes away from him, ashamed.

"Why?" He asks in a quiet tone. "What made you do it?"

"My choices." You whispered. "Bad decisions in the past."

Dabi wanted to pry more out of you, but he knew you wouldn't explain more. So, he takes matter into his own hands and leaves the hospital, telling you that he needs to run some errands, but he's actually going back to your apartment and starts rummaging through your stuff to find some clues as to what exactly caused you to do this.

He didn't have to look around too much because he found your phone and snooped through your messages. Someone was blackmailing you. They had some explicit pictures of you, seems like a toxic ex who was threatening to share these photos with your family and social circle.

So Dabi pays a visit to your ex, takes care of him and the pictures he had,making sure to get rid of all the copies too. All in a day!

By night he had returned to the hospital, you were asleep. He slept there too, in the uncomfortable hospital chair, heart at peace as he watched your chest rise and fall steadily.

Next morning, when it was time for you to leave, Dabi helped you and took you home. You thanked him for everything, and Dabi made sure to tell you that he'll be picking you up for lunch later. You agreed hesitantly. And at lunch, he finally revealed that he came to you because he wanted to ask you out.

You look surprised, more so when he reveals that he had fancied you for a while and that he understands that relationships might not be a priority for you at the moment but-

"I understand if dating is not a priority for you right now but if you ever do consider falling in love, know that I've been on the top of your wait list for the past 6 years and will wait another lifetime if that's all the time you need."

You're in tears at his words, and you have a hard time not breaking down as he takes your hands in his, his thumbs carefully tracing over your bandaged wrists as he promises to wait by your side, that he'll always be there to help you with anything, that if you gave him a chance, he'll spend the rest of his life trying to make you happy.

"Dabi, i- I am not good for you." You say, voice wobbly. "My past, it'll always haunt me and I care too much about you to let it haunt you as well."

"Your ex? His pictures?" He asked watching shock appear on your face. "You won't ever have to worry about him, Y/n."

You shook off your surprise. "That's not it. It's not the only problem I have!"

"Then tell me. I'll fix all of your problems." Dabi promises with such sincerity that you're compelled to believe him.

You don't tell him obviously, saying that it is your burden, your mess to deal with. Dabi doesn't push more, only because he knows he'll figure it out later anyways. Hey, he may be a criminal but he was once the son of the top hero who trained him, so Dabi's IQ is through the fucking roof.

And a man in love has no limitations.

Had a DUI? He deals with it. Parents disowned you? He'll make them regret it. Killed someone? He'll make sure you have an alibi to prove your innocence. Cheated off a test in grade 2? He'll make sure there are no witnesses alive. He'll burn the world- burn himself if it means keeping you warm.

You don't wanna date a criminal? Fine, he's working a cooperate job and since he's so smart, he'll be a fucking CEO in no time and have enough money and time to spend on you. Youre crying because you feel ugly when you see your scars? Dabi makes sure to kiss them every day and pulls out his turtleneck (aka the trademark Todoroki fit) for you, while he buys the best treatment money can buy for your scars. Mental health is going down? He's taking you to the best therapist in town. You're sad he's an atheist because it means you won't be with him in heaven? Damn, he's a convert now.

I just adore men in love :(

Okay but I don't think we're focusing on how scary smart Dabi actually is😳😳😳 I just know it, I KNOW he's super smart but he downplays it all the time because he's depressed or whatever.

[haine-kleine]

how about a canon divergence where Dabi didn't have to deal with the humiliation of sharing his deepest traumas in an effort to make the general public be more critical of the heroes and wasn't as a result condemned for his sincerity and made a scapegoat not only for the Todoroki family but now for the entire Japan.

let his plan be more refined than traumadumping on tv and don't make him paint a giant target on his own back he will never be able to get rid off by revealing his identity to everyone. let him act according to his knowledge of endeavor and manipulate him, let his plan have an end goal and not be a last desperate scream for sympathy and attention to the horrors he went through.

say, instead of a broadcast he releases a video on an online platform. in that video he starts telling the life story of Todoroki Touya, Endeavor's eldest son who disappeared under mysterious circumstances. he says that ten years ago he found that little boy all alone, crying his eyes out on Sekoto peak. that boy was so pathetically lonely and desperate for validation he told him his entire life story. little Touya was so heartbroken he said that Endeavor abandoned him, didn't want to have a son he couldn't train to become a hero, his quirk and body incompatible, set up from the start by unfortunate quirk marriage. he begged Dabi to kill him. and so he did just that. the oh so fast and efficient number two hero was so slow to the rescue of his own son, by the time he got there only ashes remained of him, and oh how loudly Touya screamed for him...

Dabi has white hair in that video. it's a challenge - one he knows Enji won't take. he knows that his death was a mystery no one has been able to solve, and he presents an answer. it's a lie, of course, but it still hurts seeing how eagerly Endeavor jumps at the offered out. well, at least his little stunt gave even more publicity to the League, propelling him from a nobody of a villain to the one number two hero has personal vendetta with. the attention is nice, really.

when he comes to take the noumu and Endeavor almost kills him on sight, he almost chokes himself on his laughter without any help from his father.

'i will tell you a secret, Endeavor. not even Shigaraki knows this, so consider yourself special', he drawls and points to the noumu's charred remains. 'these things, you know what they're made of? top secret info, right here!'.

he takes his sweet time making a pause for dramatic effect, his insides fluttering at the look of pure hatred on his father's burned, bleeding face.

'the raw material is children with strong quirks. Touya was quite a find, you know!'.

he can't help grinning at how quickly anger transforms into shock.

'he is... alive?' the unbelieving, earnest hope that Enji can't contain despite his caution makes his glee turn sour.

Dabi wants to spread his arms wide, do a twirl, maybe, push his hair away from his face. 'Look at me, Endeavor!' he wants to scream at his father, an ancient unanswered prayer to his idol, 'look at me and see me!'.

the fight in him is gone. he shrugs, and calls for Ujiko.

'dunno', he replies to Enji before leaving. 'far as i know they're still keeping him'.

later, when when a visibly ruffled Shigaraki asks him why is he doing this to himself, Dabi bites on his tongue but can't hide the steam that starts coming out of his seams. he still does a good job of pretending to be unbothered and with all of Compress' flair says:

'why, it's all for the sake of the League's glory, of course'.

Shigaraki, in turn, doesn't even bother hiding his expressive eye roll.

[ferigrievous]

born to die.

⊹ ࣪ in which touya todoroki was born to die.

⤷ masterlist ; requests open

enji todorokis first mistake was marrying based on quirk.

his second, was touya todoroki.

a fire burning hotter than his father’s, and a body running colder than his mothers.

it was as if he was born to die.

“y’know,” the voice murmured, and in the dim light of the bathroom, you felt like you were hallucinating. your boyfriend sat on the edge of the tub, the air heavy with the scent of burnt flesh and antiseptic. his body was a canvas of agony, a tapestry of third-degree burns, scattered like cruel constellations across his already scarred and tortured skin. “you don't have to do this.”

you knelt beside him, touch gentle but firm, pinning his limbs down everytime he jolted or moved away. “y’know.” you shot back, dipping a cloth into a bowl of ice water, before pressing it down on a particularly angry burn on his abdomen. “i want to do this.”

you bit your lip as dabi winced, a low whine escaping his lips as he white knuckled the tub. his eyes never strayed from yours, the blue reminiscent of the flames that did this to him piercing straight into your soul. his breath was ragged, as if he was forcing himself to breathe, and you couldn't help but worry. 

“so, what happened this time?” you asked, as dabi fidgeted and fiddled with your hands, a silent demand for you to hold his.  you took it in yours and pressed a kiss to his knuckle, his fingertips, his palms. anywhere you could reach.

he grunted, shifting uncomfortably, and in the pale light, you could see the flush on his face. “had a bit of a run in with endeavor’s sidekicks,” dabi admitted, and before you could ask—

“don't worry, i got out fine. just a few burns. nothing major.”

“just a few burns?”

“yeah. just a few,” he retorted, but you could sense his tenseness. “i’ve had far worse than this,” 

you knew him well—and you knew he only ever grew tense with his emotions when you started questioning. but you couldn't help yourself.

“touya, please,” you pleaded, tugging on his hands. to your surprise, he relented, sighing as he leaned down. his forehead met yours, the intimacy of the moment not escaping either of you. “tell me the truth.” you demanded. 

“...i was careless.”

you knew he hated to admit it, but you knew better too. this was his coping mechanism, one not only unhealthy, but toxic. he sounded pained just to say those words, as if it was a confession he would rather die than make.

“i saw him on patrol, and i—i just got irrationally angry.” dabi murmured, and you squeezed his hands in sympathy. “i made the first move, i charged in without a plan or even thinking. im just lucky he was more focused on protecting the civilians than me.” his eyes met yours, and you could see the anguish in those pools of sapphire. “i shouldn’t have done that. im an idiot.”

he didn't have to say his name. you understood. you always did, and always would. this wasn't the first time he had lost his cool after seeing his father wandering the streets on patrol, the man who ruined his life without lifting a finger.

“dont– dont die on me,” you murmured, pulling down his head to press a small kiss on his lips. “i don't know what i’d do.”

“im not gonna die,” dabi hissed, tugging his hands away from you to bring them to your face. 

his touch had always been warm—comforting and inviting, yet dangerous and destructive. he could kill you in an instant, burning your body hotter than you could comprehend, charring your body and blood to ash in a fraction of a second.

somehow, you didn't seem to mind.

your face burned as dabi pressed his forehead against yours, blue eyes burning a hole through you. “i’d be crazy to let death take me before i marry you, love.”

marry… me?

dabi rolled his eyes, a huff of amusement escaping his lips as you stared up at him in shock. “are you deaf, sugar?“ he teased. 

the flush on your face burned brighter, as dabi grinned back at you, before suddenly pulling you up from your crouch. in your surprise, you fell onto his lap as he balanced on the tub edge, hands bracing his scarred shoulders. he wrapped his hands around your waist, legs caging him in on either side. “im saying,” he murmured, lips brushing against yours, “im planning to marry you.”

“n if it were up to me i’d marry you right now.” his teeth snagged your bottom lip, biting down gently on the soft flesh. he soothed it with a kiss, before his words came in a low, seductive whisper. “i’d have you wearing my ring, and my name. no one could touch you.” his eyes darkened, teeth scraping against your earlobe.

“..really?”

dabi nodded against your neck, lips brushing against your exposed skin. “absolutely,” he muttered, placing open mouthed kisses along the column of your throat. “id give you everything you ever dreamed of,” dabi whispered. 

you shuddered, hands tangling into his messy, haphazard hair. one of his hands strayed to your waist, pulling at the hem of your shirt as his mouth found its way to the sensitive dip just below your jaw—

“– touya!”

“sorry, sorry, baby.”

dabi winced, pulling away from your neck as you pulled particularly hard on the bandage you were wrapping him with. “watch it sweetheart,” he muttered, as you gave him a disapproving frown. “you might be my next burn victim.”

“it’s your own fault for getting injured,” you muttered, ignoring his empty threats and finishing the last of your wrapping, securing the ends by tucking it in, and under.

dabi rolled his eyes, gingerly picking at the ends of his bandages. “you worry too much,” he mumbled, “i’ve been doing this for years. its nothing i can’t handle.”

“you’re literally falling apart at the seams, love.”

“like i said, nothin’ i cant handle.”

a frown found itself on your face, as your fingers wrapped around his bandaged wrist. you felt him tense for a moment under your touch, and in the dim lighting of the bathroom you could see his adam’s apple bob as he swallowed. letting go, you reached for another roll of bandages, starting on the large wound on his calf. 

“i know,” you said softly, “but im still going to worry about you.” your thumb brushed against his pulse, the beat of his life steady against the pad of your thumb.

dabi groaned, head falling back against the tub. “gods,” he muttered, blue eyes meeting yours. “you’re not gonna drop it, are you?” you shook your head, and he let out a long, exasperated groan.

he let go of you, and you tumbled to the ground with a dramatic groan. “you’re the most stubborn man i’ve ever met,” dabi muttered, as you rolled your eyes fondly.

"and you love me for it." you rummaged through the first aid kit "now don't move, i have to sew you up."

his eyes watched you work, admiring the way you moved with practiced ease. your hands, though they were shaking slightly, pulled the needle through his burnt flesh with the precision of a surgeon. one that specialized in over the counter bathroom surgeries.

“so,” your boyfriend drawled, pointedly ignoring your words as his fingers tracing invisible patterns across your shoulders. “about that proposal–”

“what about it?”

dabi rolled his eyes at your dry response. “come on, sugar,” he teased, “dont be so cold on me. just imagine it. y/n todoroki.” he grinned at the way you froze under his gaze. “you’d love it. everyone would know whose husband you are. everyone would see the ring on your pretty fingers, and know that you’re mine.”

“and just imagine, waking up next to me every day,” dabi murmured, pulling your chin to his. his lips brushed against yours as you stared at him, frozen in shock and disbelief. “we’d have a big house, with plenty of extra room for kids...”

your heart pounded in your ears, but dabi only smirked at the clear effect he had on you. “you'd be a great parent,” he whispered, lips ghosting along the crown of your head.

you shut your eyes and turned away from him, clenching the needle tightly as if it was your lifeline. you wanted nothing more to fulfill that wish of his. dabi– no, touya, didn't ask for much, if anything, and you felt like you owed it to him after sticking by your side for so long.

“be quiet and let me do my job.”

dabi tensed as the needle sank into his skin, a low hiss of pain escaping his lips. despite the pain, however, he continued to watch you. “y’know,,” he muttered once you finished the first stitch, “i was planning to do some elaborate proposal,” he murmured. 

the needle pulled through, and you tied off the stitch. “what kind?” you murmured, moving to the next injury.

dabi shuddered at the prick of the needle, eyes falling close as he thought. “well...,” he began, voice low. “probably a big gathering of everyone we knew... and then i’d get down on one knee—”

“i’m pretty sure you’d never do that,” you muttered, pulling the thread tight just to hear him hiss in pain. “it hurts me just thinking about it.” 

dabi scowled, shoving you teasingly. “i would!”

“you’d probably propose to me in the middle of a battle, love.”

dabi snorted. “how did you know?” 

he yelped as you tightened the thread to a borderline excessive tension, shooting you a glare through squinted eyes. “i’d be on the ground, at all those stupid heroes’ feet, you standing next to me. i’d turn to you, and say in my loudest villain voice, ‘will you marry me?’” you couldn’t help but giggle.

“and then everyone would watch you say yes,” he grinned, blue eyes gleaming. “and all those heroes would know you’re my everything.”

he paused, looking off into the distance. “id take you back to the league’s hideout,” dabi mused, eyes meeting yours. “take care of you then, kiss you till you’re breathless,” his fingers traced the curve of your cheek.

“you’d wear something pretty,” he said softly, thumb brushing along your lower lip. “and we’d spend that night together. i’d kiss every inch of you, worship you.”

you knew he was getting far too into the scene from the flush of his cheeks, but couldn’t find it in you to stop. it was far too interesting, listening to his ideas. “quit it, love.”

dabi pouted at your demand, but obligingly stopped all movement. you grinned, satisfied, and went back to work. humming a song to fill the silence, it wasn’t long until dabi joined in. his deep voice rumbled in his chest, making your own hum shudder and stutter.

you finished the last stitch, tying it in a neat bow before clipping the excess string. dabi grinned as your fingers brushed against uninjured skin, a shiver running down his spine.

smiling softly, you laid your head on his knee, tracing the shapes of the burns on his hand with care. “i love you,” you whispered, hoping he heard the depths at which you meant it.

dabi didn’t reply for a long moment. instead, you felt him lift you up and press his lips against the crown of your head. “i don’t think,” he mumbled, “you get how much i love you.”

“but im going to spend every day of our lives together to show you,” dabi muttered. “you’re mine, and i will do everything i can to make you happy.” he pressed another kiss to your temple, eyes closing as he breathed you in.

“you want to travel the world?” he whispered, lips brushing against your hair. you shifted to sit on his leg, resting your head on the space between his shoulder and head. 

“I’ll take you to france, and italy.” he muttered, eyes opening to meet yours. 

“i’ll buy you all those pretty dresses and shoes,” his hands roamed under your shirt, his touch leaving goosebumps in their wake. “and you’d be so gorgeous in them…” 

“–can we go to the states?”

dabi raised an eyebrow at you, amusement dancing in his eyes. “you want to go to that hellhole?” 

you nodded enthusiastically, eyes sparkling with excitement. dabi shrugged, pulling you closer to him as he continued listing off places. “then we’ll go to hawaii,” dabi declared. “i’ll buy you a nice little swimming costume, and we can eat those… what are they called. pineapples.”

“..pineapples?”

“yeah, the little yellow fruits.” dabi grinned, a sparkle of mischief in his eyes. “we’ll spend all day on the beach, lying in the sand…” his mouth descended to the space between your neck and shoulder, pressing a gentle kiss to your skin. “we’ll drink those little cocktails. and at night,” his voice dropped to a low murmur, “i’ll make you scream till your hoarse.”

“you’re gross.”

dabi merely raised an eyebrow, fingers dancing along your skin in a way that had your heart rate stuttering. “i promise you, sugar,” he muttered, “you wouldn’t be saying that at all in my hypothetical scenario.” 

you rolled your eyes, holding up his hands to fidget with the metal embedded into his skin. “is that so?”

dabi flashed a mischievous smirk, hands slipping under your shirt to run up the expanse of your skin. “yes,” he murmured softly, teeth grazing against the skin of your neck, “it just might convince you to marry me.”

you felt yourself flush, heat filling your cheeks at the implication. dabi knew exactly what he was doing to you, you thought, as he continued to trail his fingers up and down your stomach. he had you pinned underneath him, his weight pressing tantalisingly against you. dabi was so close, and yet not nearly close enough.

“maybe instead of daydreamin’ about travelin’ the world, we should settle down here, for once.” you murmur against his skin. “maybe get an apartment. or somethin’”

dabi hummed as his mouth roamed just along the underside of your jaw, teeth nipping at your earlobe. “yeah?” he murmured, hand moving to rest on your waist. he nuzzled into the crook of your neck, lips brushing delicately against your skin. 

“i’d like that,” he mumbled, and you felt more than heard the admission against your skin. “i’d like that alot.”

“no more living in the hovel that is this bar,” dabi muttered as he pressed a kiss to your chin. “no more having to be quiet when we’re alone together…” he pressed a kiss under your jaw, mouth trailing down the column of your throat. 

he hummed against your adam’s apple, sending a shiver down your spine. “we should get a place with a big window…” dabi murmured, breath hot against your skin. he moved to press kisses along your collarbone. “--why so?”

dabi pulled his mouth away from your skin, moving up to look at you. his eyes were dark as he looked at you, voice low and husky as he responded. “so then i can have breakfast waiting on the table in front of it.. and i can see you slowly waking up as you drink your coffee,” he muttered, kissing every place he could reach.

“still hazy under the sun…” dabi pulled away to press another kiss to your jaw. “and i can kiss you against the window.”

“and if anyone’s looking,” dabi said teasingly, eyes gleaming as he looked up at you through his lashes. “they can see you belong to me, sugar.”

you let his words hang, content with the silence that filled the room. you don't know how many times you’ve found yourself in the league’s bathroom, tending to your boyfriend's wounds. but this time, you felt it was different. that maybe this might be the last time.

“would you let me?” 

“would i let you do what?”

dabi shifted slightly, his mouth moving to that sweet spot behind your ear. “put a ring on your finger,” he said lowly, voice low and deep, “and promise to worship you forever till we’re old.” 

one of his hands trailed up your shirt, tracing the contours of your side as he gently pressed open mouthed kisses to your skin.

“i think id rather shoot myself than get married to a bitch like you.” you hum, moving your head so he could get better access to your neck. he smelled good. burnt, but good. you’d have to ask him if you could use his body wash sometime.

dabi’s mouth moved up to bite at your lob, his teeth pulling deliciously at your skin. “im not kidding, sugar,” he murmured, voice low and gravely. “you’d be the only person in the whole world who would get a ring from me. and you’d be the only person i’d ever kneel for.”

you stopped at that. “not– not even shigiraki? or stain ? or even all for one?” is this guy out of his mind?

dabi’s lips quirked up, and you could see the edge of a mocking smile. “no,” he muttered, one hand traveling up to tilt your face to his. “just you.” he flashed a small smile, his lips brushing against yours. “the only person worth kneeling for.”

“..then why are you part of the league? just for fun?”

dabi huffed out a laugh, rolling off of you and onto the empty space beside you. “well,” he murmured, voice low and slightly raspy. “you have to work for those expensive vacations, sugar. a man can dream.” 

he flashed a grin as your face lit up with laughter, pulling you into his chest. “don’t laugh like that,” he muttered against your skin. “ill get addicted.”

you let out a laugh at his admission, fingers tangling into the strands of his hair. “then get addicted,” you murmured, voice low as you pressed a kiss to his lips. 

dabi hummed, his arms wrapping around you and pulling you tightly against him. “i already am,” he muttered, teeth nipping at your lower lip.

“you’re everything i’ve wanted, sugar,” dabi whispered lowly, one hand tangling in your hair as he pulled you onto his lap. “and everything ive needed.” he pulled you into another dizzying kiss, all tongue and teeth.

his hands roamed all over your body, fingers tracing every dip and slope of skin he could reach as he kissed you till you were breathless.

and then there was no more talking. just lips against lips, and heat in the cool, dark night. 

it was a transformation, a revelation. under the layers of pain and trauma, was the heart of a boy desperately craving love and acceptance. and now, finally, he had found it in you.

[feyres-divorce-lawyer]

hi! I hope mha isn't making you too much angry! I'm sorry for bothering you, but I wanted to know if acotardeservesbetter deactivated? I can't find anywhere their blog

the redemption arc irks but i’ll be fine. i think snow deactivated their blog tho

[andypantsx3]

𝐢𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐮𝐧𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐞 : 𝐭𝐨𝐝𝐨𝐫𝐨𝐤𝐢 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐭𝐨 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬: 1.7k of unedited alien prince shouto thoughts based on this post from the other day! sfw, gender neutral reader. several elements of this universe were borrowed from my fave sci-fi novel; see end notes for deets!

he's beautiful—the todoroki prince. tall and strong in his high-collared uniform, strapped with lean muscle and handsomely humanoid. he's the first thing that snares your gaze as your party is guided into the hall of the sun—the reception dome that overlooks the rise of the star yuuei in the morning sky, used by the ruling family to receive visiting dignitaries.

it is morning, in endeavorian planetary time, and the sun has begun to rise. its light is weaker than you remember from back home—almost watery, pooling like quicksilver in the panes of the dome's ceiling.

up at the front of the hall, it catches in the strands of the white half of the prince's hair. from what izuku has told you, it's the half that indicates he's part of the himura bloodline. the himura dynasty has ruled the yuuei system from its capital planet of endeavor iv for tens of thousands of earth-years. it's the second longest line of unbroken rulers in mapped galactic history, an impressive feat.

the other half of the prince's hair is a fiery red, like that of the man who stands next to him—todoroki enji, the general of intergalactic renown, who donated half of prince shouto's genome as well as his clan name. each time a himuran royal from the main line marries, izuku had explained, talking at lightspeed in the podship, they take a branch name, typically sourced from the primary gene-donator. it helps keep inheritance lines clear.

prince shouto looks like he's inherited empress rei and todoroki enji's genes in exactly half—his coloring split down the middle, though his features are perfectly, almost hauntingly symmetrical. he wears a pin of flint at his collar that symbolizes his gender—one of yuuei's thirteen official designations. from what you understand from izuku, it most closely aligns with earth designation "man".

it's embarrassing how much you notice about the prince as you file into the hall, stationing yourself right at the gap between izuku and tenya's shoulders, so you can still see todoroki shouto.

"you don't think they'll reject the treaty and kill us all, do you?" denki mumurs nervously as he presses in behind you.

"no, i don't think so," izuku's gentle voice drifts back to you. he's a three-star ethnologist, studying for a command ethnology post. subsequently he's the most informed of any of the cadets that have been sent along with the treatise party. you and denki are just mechanics, sent along in case anything goes wrong.

"the alliance would be too much trouble for the yuuei," izuku explains. "they have good relations with the surrounding galaxies and tight control over a lot of resources. but the alliance is really large now, compared to the last time they approached the yuuei. they'll likely want to accept at least a loose federation with the allies."

up on the platform at the front of the hall, prince shouto blinks long and slow, like an earth cat. you realize with a start it's the first time you've seen him blink at all, and the subtle reminder that he is not just an extraordinarily handsome human man but the prince of an alien species makes your skin prickle.

"don't you think it's weird they are all this pretty?" denki asks. "it's weird, right?"

"definitely weird," you laugh, your eyes trailing over prince shouto's blade-straight nose, his pert, perfect mouth. "possibly illegal under intergalatic law."

prince shouto stills all of a sudden, and there is the tiniest tilt of his head. two heterochromatic eyes flick over your way, and you are completely embarrassed by the way your stomach swoops in response. you just manage not to grab onto tenya's uniform to steady yourself.

one of the prince's eyebrow arches almost imperceptibly, and you wonder if he's heard you from this distance—but no, that would be insane.

denki picks up his commentary, emboldened by your playing along. you think the prince's eyes linger just a little too long on the gap between izuku and tenya's shoulders, but then you're distracted by the reception beginning.

the alliance treaty officer strides forward, flanked by a few of the other officials your crew had ferried here. she performs an elaborate bow, as do the other officials. from izuku's muttering you gather it's some sort of ritualistic greeting, and empress rei at least looks pleased with it, waving a gentle hand to gesture the party forward.

there is some shuffling as various aides set up a table and a series of holo-tablets, along with various inks, a leathery roll of endeavorian traditional parchment, and—

"is that a knife?" you ask, peering at the long obsidian blade placed on the table in front of the officials.

izuku's fluffy head of green curls inclines. "treaties are sealed twice. once in the alliance fashion and then again in the local custom, to make it binding per both systems. blood pacts have been used in yuuei for millennia."

the brush of something over your face has your gaze turning back to the prince—to find him staring straight at you, those unblinking eyes boring into you.

"izuku, weird question. can the yuuei hear across rooms?" you ask, suddenly self-conscious.

a green eye peers back at you. "only in the event of their pair bonds—the yuuei are documented hearing their matepair across approximately ten earth-kilometers. i think we're safe over here though. why?"

matepair. the world settles strangely under your skin, as the prince's eyes brush across it.

"uh, matepair?" you echo.

tenya gives both you and izuku a quelling look, but it's not enough to deter izuku from ducking down to explain in slightly quieter tones. "the yuuei look human but they pair differently. they form a parapsychic bond with only a single partner, which they maintain and uphold for life. it's not just cultural—it's like a physical compulsion. they cannot take another pair, and they cannot be separated for long periods or they grow sick."

prince shouto is still staring straight at you, and it's not quite comforting enough to know that he cannot possibly hear you.

it's only his role in the ceremony that seems to eventually break the prince's weird focus in your direction. he steps forward to perform his duty as empress rei's chosen heir. you almost flinch as the knife draws across the pale skin of his palm, and he adds several drips of silvery blood to the parchment, symbolizing yuuei's intent to uphold the treaty across future monarchs.

the flesh of his palm knits itself back together in seconds, and another little shiver goes up your spine. those mismatched eyes flash back your way as he steps back, and the various aides and officials once again converge on the documents.

there is a brief flurry of activity, various bows and oaths, some stilted endeavorian verse. the chief treaty officer looks relieved when it's all over, and the royal family steps down from the dais to greet the rest of the visiting party, as is the customary honor granted to allies to the yuuei. tenya ushers you into the queue near the back with denki, a symbol of your lower status as mechanics.

you don't mind, as the thought of reaching prince shouto has your stomach doing what feel like backflips in your gut. the longer the delay the better.

izuku had walked everyone through the appropriate greetings on the podship, a few murmured words and a hand touch at chest-level—extremely hard to mess up, even for you. but nevertheless your pulse kicks up the closer you draw to the royal family.

there's a long line of them you greet first. offshoot branch members, then general todoroki enji, whose enormous palm burns hot against yours and who looks he'd rather take your party's hands off than touch them. then rei's unchosen heirs—the princess fuyumi, prince natsuo—and a gap where prince touya would have stood, were he not offworld.

and then you're standing in front of prince shouto, your pulse pounding in your ears. he's extremely tall up close, clearing six feet easily, broad across the shoulders and handsome in a way that almost makes your teeth ache. the yuuei look deceptively human, but this near you can see the tiny details that separate them from you—the slight double-point to their ears, the silvery undertone to their skin, the prolonged space between their breaths and their blinks.

and of course their inhuman beauty. they don't quite look like regular people, and it sparks a tiny note of wariness in the primeval part of your human hindbrain.

prince shouto's mismatched eyes pin you, silver and blue, as a sudden, silvery flush creeps across his face. you hold your hand out in greeting, trying not to wonder if you've somehow managed to offend him already—but instead of pressing his palm against yours, his long fingers suddenly grasp yours, clasping tightly.

beyond him, empress rei freezes too. all at once you can feel every single himuran noble turn to look at you, hundreds of eyes pinning on you.

reflexively, words tumble out of you. "shit did i—what did i do? were you supposed to get a different hand thingy?"

you can hear the treaty officer's horrified inhale at the terms shit and hand thingy, deployed in crass galactic standard in front of a literal prince. you immediately wish you could take them back, but from the look on the prince's face, he's already heard them.

something at the corner of his mouth twitches, like he's trying not to smile.

"y/n," he says, in a deep tone. it's crisply accented and just as beautiful as the rest of him.

it takes you a second to realize prince shouto has used your name, which he could not possibly know considering the uniform you'd been issued for the yuuei visit has no unique identifiers on it. you glance down at yourself, then back up at him, befuddled.

"how did you—? where did you—?" you garble out. "did denki put you up to this? how do you know me?"

prince shouto's fingers smooth over yours, delightfully warm, calloused and sure. "i would know you in any universe," he says, voice soft. behind you, you hear princess fuyumi make a tiny sound of delight.

you blink. "universe? what—uh, what universe? how would you—?"

but shouto leans in, tugging you closer with those deceptively strong fingers. he's so very warm up close, and so beautiful it makes your brain short circuit, especially as he lowers his face to yours. a shiver rolls down your spine as his other hand takes you gently by the chin.

and then he murmurs a single word before pressing his mouth to yours—

"matepair."

𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬: credits where they are due!! the idea of a space general dna donator, an overarching space alliance pursuing a treaty, & the flint pin denoting gender were taken from my fave sci-fi novel winter's orbit by everina maxwell! (if you love heartfelt gay love stories in space i am actually begging you to read it).

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Izuku to Shoto : "Because you're so caring yourself... it's like you're waiting (to forgive him)..."

Izuku to Tomura: "Everything you did... I couldn't let it stand. That why I fought (and killed)..."

Either Izuku is a hypocrite or he got character development that he never directed toward Enji. Favoritism TM.

As much as I love Izuku and the potential his character had I personally believe that he just never had any worthy development in the series. Honestly his actions make no sense to me sometimes and he ends up contradicting himself so much it boggles my brain.

I like to think that izuku isn't a hypocrite and that horikoshi is just making him out of character and bending his character in ways to satisfy what he wants to say.

Look Izuku being angry at tomura makes sense considering that shigaraki has put Izuku's life and the lives of izukus loved ones in danger trying to kill them so that makes sense. However, I think the way the whole izuku and shigaraki thing was handled was horrible from both sides. They lacked development so yes Izuku saying that he wants to save shigaraki made no proper sense because he doesn't know shigaraki and shigaraki doesn't know Izuku. This is the reason why hori had to speed run the memory sharing thing that prioritised shigarakis memories instead of having it be a two way thing (aka it was only there for izuku to learn about Shigaraki and his backstory). In the end the whole shigaraki and izuku thing is underdeveloped from both sides and leaves a bad taste in my mouth while making me question what Izuku's point ever was (like I don't think Izuku did it out of pride but it was so horribly executed that I don't think Izuku just did it to help shigaraki)

I have already talked about my opinions on what izuku said about enji and how I think it's out of character for him and hori again bending his character to say such things but what irritates me most is that izuku isn't oblivious he is also an abuse victim. Izuku a character that gets robbed of agency and autonomy is controlled to say that an abuser has developed and deserves to be forgiven which makes me so livid especially because Izuku has never gotten the chance to confront his own abuser or even acknowledge his own abuse so this is just straight up cruel from hori.

In the end this also sends a horrible message of you have to forgive and be the perfect victim to be saved and have a chance at life while witnessing your abuser never getting concequences for their actions.

[codenamesazanka]

I've been looking at some old Japanese villain fan tweets about Toga from Chapter 395, and most of them seem pretty okay with Toga's ending - her dying on her own terms. Which is 😕 to me but.

The overwhelming conclusion from both japanese hero and villain fans alike that no matter what, the League will be getting the death penalty. Maybe life in prison, but most agree it's the death penalty for Shigaraki, Toga, Dabi had he been less burned. Even Spinner and Compress, the less notorious members, might be getting it, because they were part of the terrorist cell. Not immediately that we would see in the epilogue, but eventually.

From the book The Culture of Capital Punishment in Japan:

...Murakami noted that “as a general argument, I adopt a stance of opposition toward the death penalty” but then said “I cannot publicly state, as far as this case is concerned, ‘I am opposed to the death penalty’,” because he had acquired “a painful awareness of the feelings of some bereaved families.”

By arguing that he opposes capital punishment but not in this case, Murakami is articulating a sensibility—the death penalty is “unavoidable” (yamu o enai)—that is ubiquitous in Japan’s culture of capital punishment. [...] Japan’s government uses it to ask citizens whether they support capital punishment (a typical survey question asks “Do you agree that the death penalty is unavoidable in some cases?”). The “unavoidable” expression simultaneously suggests that the death penalty “cannot be helped” and that the speaker is ambivalent about this purportedly “inescapable” outcome. The reservations wrapped in the expression suggest that Japanese capital punishment continues to operate because agents of the state (prosecutors, judges, politicians) and citizen-onlookers represent themselves, to themselves and others, as cogs in a machine over which they have little control.

This punishment simply is. Even in this fictional world. Even though a lot of the League were victims. Even if the villains we saw locked up in Tartarus are never put to execution, and the death penalty is only offhandedly mentioned.

And if this is inevitable in the League's future, then why not go out on your own terms? If death is certain, you might as well die by your own hand (Toga), or go out in battle (Shigaraki). (Never mind that Toga's death was preventable, and Shigaraki was possessed and all he got to do was help punch-kill AFO.) Japanese villain fans are upset about Dabi's fate, but from what I saw, it's mostly because he's meeting such a quiet end.

Another thought: perhaps it's because the Villains were saved, they also had to die. If you stay a unrepentant mofo, like Muscular, then you don't have the decency to recognize your sins and allow yourself to die. But if you were saved and recognize your sins, you have no choice but to die for all the deaths you caused.

(Again, I don't think that works quite for the League, who stay pretty unrepentant about the upheaval they caused??? especially Toga, who states that she was gonna skeddadle; but in a way, she recognized that she hurt Ochako, so she gave up her blood.)

(also. to say nothing of Enji and Hawks being alive. or even Nagant. But some japanese fans are at least upset that Enji and Hawks aren't going to receive any in-universe official punishment for what they did.)

[lovelyladyabsinthewrites]

Pairing: Dabi/Touya Todoroki x Todoroki!Reader

Warnings: siblingxsibling incest, just wanted a reason to write dabixsister smut, filth, non con, agedup!reader, prohero!reader, dub con, turn back now while you still can, slightly naive reader, nicknames used, degradation, cannibalism mentioned in passing, cunnilingus, 18+ only, children protect thine eyes and avert your gaze to something sweeter

Words: 1619

Summary: Uh oh, looks like Dabi has finally caught you.

“Pretty girl” Dabi cooes before his tongue makes a long, flat strip along the slit of your pussy making you meal and arch your hips up to meet his mouth “My pretty girl.”

God how corrupt he was. So much so that he didn’t care that he dragged his baby sister along to damnation.

Fuck did it feel good though as his fingers dig into the swell of your ass, controlling your movements. The strong, long muscle of his tongue fucking your cunt into oblivion. You didn’t care about forsaking your family when Dabi was between your legs having himself a grand ol’ time making you cry out his name.

He was cruel in his affections. Though Dabi made sure it was a cruelty that had your thighs quacking and ass clenching in his palms.

You feel like your clit is about ready to combust from his abuse of it. Dealing it nips with his teeth when you tried to move away from him. A small punishment compared to the lovebites that trail along the inside of your thighs. There’d be no way to hide them with the tights of your usual costume. Dabi dealt with them quickly.

Face burning from the intensity of his lips. The slight slippery texture of the staples along his mouth felt every now and then.

You try and crawl away from him for the upteenth time, but Dabi's fingers dug harder into the muscles of your thighs. He made sure you weren't going anywhere until he was done.

You tried fighting against him. The entirety of your fight you mentally chastise yourself for falling for Dabi's trap. For a while you'd been able to evade him in this cat and mouse game. Shoto would be able to talk you out of confronting Dabi in whatever dark corner he was lurking in.

Wanting to apprehend him before he hurts the rest of your family drove you to seek him out. As long as he lived you and Shoto would never be able to break free from the harm Enji Todoroki as long as Dabi lived. He would hold this against not just the man he had main beef with, but harmless Natsuo and Fuyumi too. Dabi would keep reminding the public what Endeavor did to his wife and kids and how the world would now pay for it.

Tried resisting the urge to fall for his taunts, his mocking little names that he attached to you. Your older brother needed to be stopped. And if anyone could go toe to toe with Dabi, it was possibly you. Endeavor was still wary about fighting his own son whom he'd thought dead. And while Shoto possessed his half and half quirk, the heat of his flames couldn't compare to Dabi's bright blue.

However, the heat of your blinding white flames could give Dabi a run for his money.

Heat and combustion converge to birth a transcendent luminosity. Well, that was how Shoto often described it. You never knew he was a poet.

That night just wasn't your night.

You were already running low on fumes by the time you encountered Dabi.

It was like he was waiting for this perfect opportunity where you weren't in peak condition to detect his footsteps approaching. Not even the reek of cigarettes that clung to him tipped you off.

Now you found it near impossible. Body betraying every rational thought that was trying to breach past the surface as he devoured you from the inside out. Plus he threatened using a quirk-destroying drug on you. The very same that robbed the now pro-hero known as Lemillion when he was younger.

The prospect of losing your quirk was worse than being assaulted. You didn't know what he would do once you were caught. Never thinking it could become reality. Initially you think maybe he'll kill you and throw your corpse at Endeavor and Shoto's feet. Rub in another victory for the villains.

Hungry. So fucking hungry Dabi was when the moment came where he finally caught you. You were fast, like a shooting star, when you used your fire quirk to propel yourself through the sky. Like Endeavor did. But Dabi wanted it more. Since first reconnecting with his beloved sister, it was all Dabi could think of. His dreams were plagued by your sweet mewls.

Fingers rip away the material of the bottom of your uniform with vengeful talons.

The same fingers that now delve past your sopping wet folds that have a vice squeeze around the digits as you squeal, attempting once more to put distance between you and Dabi yet also bucking your hips against his fingers.

What scared you most about this whole thing was how mind numbingly amazing he was making you feel.

Oh it was fucked up for sure that he made you sob and cry from the pleasure that choked you. His obscene slurping of your pussy actually accomplished in making you more wet.

The first man to touch you like this. . . and it was Touya of all people. Your older brother. Someone who was supposed to protect you.

You feel sick like you're on the verge of throwing up. But each time you think you were going to hurl, a surge of pleasure courtesy of Dabi's tongue and fingers pulled you from the brink. Felt like he was giving you whiplash as you went from crawling out of your skin in disgust and earth shattering ecstasy.

Did you want him to stop? Yes. . . No. . . You didn't know anything anymore. Your life was already terrible in the past and you barely just finished healing from what Endeavor put the family through. This was something not even your therapist should know about.

When you try to cover your face from the heat of your own shame, Dabi hisses and viciously bites your labia. Up until then you'd been moderately quiet but that bite caused you to cry out loud.

"Nuh-uh. Let me see your fucking face, Miss Hero. Wanna see the dumb expression on it when I make you come." He takes another vicious nip to your labia, making sure you would obey unless you wanted your pussy to become his chew toy. Tremors run through your arm as it slides away from your face to reveal the beads of tears that accumulate in your eyes and the bright red hue of your cheeks. Your bottom lip is chewed raw from your efforts to remain quiet.

How pathetic. You were supposed to be a prohero yet there you were splayed out in front of your villainous brother.

When your thighs seize and your body quakes, your head grows hazy and so light that you think you'll faint. Your orgasm ricochets in your bones, slick walls of your cunt convulsing around Dabi's fingers. That shit eating grin flaming wider across that it puts stress on the staples that hold his face together.

"Haa. . ." A breath is exhaled from him as he cruelly slides his finger out of you, fighting against your vice grip on them. "What would our father have to say about your behavior?" The crotch of his pants grow uncomfortable, the head of his cock smooshed against his zipper. Oh, the thought of Endeavor finding the both of you in this compromising position got him even harder. The shock that would seize the face of Japan's number one hero.

And if the rest of the world found out, well better for Dabi. Everyone would know that you belong to him. That he alone tainted the baby of the Todoroki family. The Spare Twin that no one cared much for. Your big brother doubts there's anyone in the world who adores and loves you more than he does.

His thumb smears the mess of your pussy across your puffed and tender. Enjoying the way you whine and squirm as he continues to overstimulate your already tender cunt. He knew you would be delicious, but never anticipated you being this fucking good. Dabi didn't want to pull away but there was more fun to be had before anyone goes looking for you.

For a moment he thinks back to the phone in his back pocket. A titillating idea comes to his mind of taking a picture of you in this state and anonymously sending it to Endeavor's agency.

Dabi wanted to enjoy this moment though. Possibly for the first time in years, Dabi manages to push Endeavor far out of his mind. Instead he lets himself be consumed by the sight of your chest heaving and the bright red that rose to your cheeks. You half-heartedly glare at him. He had half the mind to steal you. Take you away. Tomura highly advised against it. While you weren't the show stopper like Shoto, you were still very important to the public eye. They didn't need the heroe's efforts growing tenfold because a fellow prohero was kidnapped by them.

Instead, Dabi would just have to take what he could get and attempt to display discipline though he felt like a ravenous animal as he grazes his teeth against your skin. Your body radiates heat against his tongue, salt from your sweat delighting his taste buds. How on earth was it possible for someone to taste so good? It made him contemplate cannibalism. Would your meat taste just as good?

His hand lands on his belt, contemplating the pretty mess he's made of you. He'd have to wait until next time to truly claim you.

Leaning down to your pussy lips one more, Dabi gives it a passionate kiss that has you squealing once more. "Until next time, Miss Hero."

[perpetual-enjine]

So, do you see Touya as a victim? I’m like divided on this so hard 😭 a part of me is like no but then I also think yes he is, and more on the stance of he is a victim but not the biggest one especially out of the 4 siblings. I also read a post where they talked about Touya and they mentioned how Touya definitely has some serious mental health stuff going on, and that his parents' abuse definitely contributed to/worsened, but they did not force him to become Dabi and his mental health issues are major factors to why he acted the way he acted!

People can be many things at once. Admitting someone was a victim doesn’t absolve them of their crimes. All for One was a victim. Someone should have done something when literal babies were crawling around on the street. But being a victim in your childhood doesn’t mean that you are good to go with the life of crime, nor that you have to become a criminal. It’s still a choice what you do with your pain. Yoichi suffered the same but chose to be kind and forgiving. Shouto was treated way worse than Touya - he didn’t even get the brief years of happy childhood, of holding up his flaming fist to a proud and smiling father. And yet he chose to work on himself, to be kind to others, to admit that he could be wrong (like he did during that test where he fought with Momo against Aizawa).

Meanwhile, Touya took his victimhood and mental illness and made it everyone else’s problem. He attacked his siblings who were already victimized like himself, he tried to kill Enji multiple times - a disproportionate response even considering Enji’s abuse, and he killed innocent people and then blamed it on Enji. He rarely if ever considered anyone else’s trauma. When Toga tried to talk to him about her family, he out of nowhere brought up Endeavor, and then he burned her house, which is his default response to any and all problems.

Mental health problems can be an explanation but they’re not an excuse unless a person cannot tell right from wrong - that’s the legal definition of insanity defense in many justice systems. Touya can tell right from wrong. He calls himself a villain, he admitted in the video that he killed innocent people, he escapes from heroes and police because he knows he did bad things (legally insane persons are not able to tell that punishment is coming for them after what they did). When your mental illness is causing you to want to harm others and you’re aware of it, it is your responsibility to prevent yourself from doing so if possible and to seek help. It’s not a carte blanche to go around committing crimes.

So, you don’t have to be conflicted. Touya is a victim, and a mentally ill one, but after all these years, he should have worked on himself or at the very least not victimized people who didn’t abuse him.

[i-cant-sing]

Idk why, but even before I started writing here, I always imagine Dabi falling for a girl who wears niqaab (a veil). And like I still cant stop thinking about him falling for a niqaabi (who is most likely a Muslim) and like the very essence of respecting her religion and boundaries (aka no physical contact with the opposite gender especially if its a stranger) is like so on spot for Dabi, no?

If you take a modern day niqaabi, Dabi is intrigued by her outfit and the way she speaks, the way she carries herself. He's attracted to a woman he hasn't even seen, which means he is attracted to her brain, to her mannerisms.

And the eyes... oh what if the reader wears the type of niqaab where u could only see the eyes?? They're nothing out of the ordinary, even your brows are covered, but the way his heart stops when you make eye contact with him, however brief, even if he blocks your path or says something to make you look at him, they're- it's like he can feel his very soul connecting with yours.

And if we take the old time era, I'm imagining reader being a princess/warrior niqaabi, and maybe Dabi is her newly appointed bodyguard or a Knight sent by his father to bring you home for an arranged marriage with King Enji?

Dabi isn't supposed to stare at you, the very sight of your shadow is barely permissible for him, but he can't. Not when he's heard rumours about your beauty, about you being so beautiful that men have killed themselves when you rejected their proposals, thus you cover up, even your eyes.

Maybe while escorting you to his father's kingdom, he can feel your resentment to the marriage. Maybe on the way, you guys are attacked, forcing Dabi to flee away with you on his horse, his heart stopping momentarily when he made contact with your body to pick you up and place you on his horse. And maybe while fighting, he was stabbed, bleeding profusely, which you only noticed when you guys finally reached a safe place, by a lake.

You panic because he is starting to look drowsy from all the blood loss, even if he says he's fine, so in a instant, you ripped off your veil and dipped it water nearby before placing it on his wound, putting pressure on it.

Dabi's breath hitches, his entire body stiffens, and for a brief second, it feels like the entire world has stopped as he stares at your face.

Your beauty... your face... it bewitched him.

Even with worry and frustration etched on your face, even as your eyes fill with tears, even as your lips tremble as you pray that his wounds stops bleeding, you looked heavenly.

He feels like one of those poets who would forget about the world and his ownself just so that he could only focus on writing poems that would fail to do justice to your beauty.

As the moonlight hit your face, Dabi despite being an atheist, truly did belive you were divinity.

"Stop staring." You chided, making the mistake of looking into his eyes, and he felt it. He felt the connection, the touch to his soul.

Dabi fainted, whether it was because he was bleeding or because of your beauty, no one knows.

The next day, when he finally woke up, you had ripped a part of your dress to make another veil for yourself. But Dabi wasn't disappointed, no. He had seen you once, and that was enough for this lifetime and all the others.

He was surprised to see you holding his bow in one hand and a bird in the other.

"Breakfast." You said softly, as you began preparing the bird. He didn't know you could hunt, princesses like you were usually not taught skills like that.

And Dabi asked where'd you learned it, and you shrugged, revealing how your father and brothers think you're no good for just because you're a woman, but in reality you succeed all of them in all fields, including academically and military strategies. But the world is patriarchal, so all you're good for is marriage apparently.

"Its a trap being a woman."

Dabi chuckles at that, nodding his head along that a princess would complain of feeling trapped, but he got what you said.

"Everyone is trapped in their own ways, princess. Even me."

The two of you soon began to continue your journey again, and with your caravan now dead, it was just the two of you, chatting more. And even though Dabi had seen your face, he still kept his distance, still respected your boundaries, something none of your admirers ever did.

Dabi asks why you're marrying his father, because he knows you could've easily ran away.

"I plan to be a queen who can make better reforms and changes to the world. What better way than to start with the strongest ruler by my side?" You explain, telling him that you know Enji only wants you because he wants strong children. And you only want his support. It's a mutually beneficial marriage.

Along the way, Dabi had already fallen for you. And you won't admit it, but you were slowly staring to fall for him too. He wasn't like the other men. He didn't feel the need to put you down, laugh at your ideas to "change the world", didn't make you feel stupid or insecure. And he didn't put his hands on you either, most men would've taken the opportunity of being alone in the desert and to do unspeakable things to a woman. He didn't. And you can't explain it, but there's just something about him, something otherworldly that makes you feel bonded with him.

He makes you feel safe, not just from physical threats, but from your own doubts and insecurities too, without you ever having to voice them out.

The final night you two were together, setting camp at the edge of the desert, he told you that he will always support you. He will always protect you, he will always have your back, no matter what.

"Why are you talking like this is goodbye? Won't you still be my royal Knight, after I marry the king?" You ask.

Dabi smiled sadly, looking at the fire he'd made. "I'll always be yours."

"But?"

"After I bring you to the kingdom, my duty here will be done. I will be sent again to conquer more land for the king."

You looked down at your hands, tears brimming your eyes. "So, this is goodbye then." You sniffled,and Dabi could feel someone squeezing your heart when he saw a tear fall out of your eyes.

Oh how he wished to wipe it away, wash away all your sorrows.

You wiped your own tear away, composing yourself quickly. "Well, then I must thank you. For protecting me, for fulfilling your duty, for teaching me things, for everything. Truly, there must be no better man than you."

Dabi grinned. "My pleasure."

Soon, you two fell asleep. Well, you fell asleep. Dabi pretended to fall asleep, but he stayed awake because he wanted to keep looking at you. He wanted to savour every moment, every second he had with you before tomorrow.

At some point, in your sleep, without realising, you had dropped your head in his lap, perhaps to get closer to the fire. Dabi didn't wake you, for if he did, you would've been mortified.

While he was resisting the urge to pat your head, a scorpion came near you two, specifically near Dabi's bare feet. The scorpion and Dabi had a brief staring contest, and as if challenged, it stung him.

Dabi only bit his lip, but he didn't dare move a muscle. How could he, when it would risk waking you up?

Fortunately, the scorpion went away after that. And soon morning came and youvtwo finally reached his kingdom.

Taking you inside the castle, towards his father's court, Dabi gave you all the tips that wouldn't set off Enji and would actually have his favour.

You nodded, and as the two of you stood outside the doors, Dabi reminded you-

"If you ever need me, just call my name. I'll be there."

You wondered how would he know you'd called when he would be miles away, but you suppose he could have his people here to report to him.

You two entered the court and Enjibsat on his throne, looking menacing as ever. Bowing, Enji praised his son for a job well done before excusing him.

Dabi gave you one last glance before leaving the court, and Enji beckoned you forward. You came near him, head still bowing.

"Take off your veil." He ordered.

You looked up at him, confused. You must've heard him wrong. How could you reveal yourself infront of his court like that?

"Pardon?"

"Take. Off. Your. Veil." He repeated.

"Your Majesty, your court is watching-" but you were cut off with a slap to your face that made you fell.

You looked at him in shock, holding your cheek but then Enji pulled you up by your throat and ripped off your veil, earning gasps from everyone.

"If I tell you to do something, you do it. If I tell you to take your veil off, you take it off. If I tell you to strip in front of my court, you fucking do it!" He shook you hard as you struggeld to free your throat from his grip. He pulled you closer, grabbing your cheeks painfully. "Now, let's see if you've learned your lesson." He threw you down again, your tears were falling freely now as you wondered if you had cursed yourself by agreeing to marry this monster.

"Now, strip." Enji commanded from above, glaring at you.

You began hyperventilating, trying to think of a way out of this situation. You looked around you to see if anyone would come to your aid, but the court, all those old men were looking at you in anticipation, as if you're a piece of meat.

Is this.. is this your end?

As Enji stomped towards you, your heart dropped and you screamed instinctively.

"DABI!!!!"

Enji raised his hand to strike you, but instead of a slap, blood had splattered on your face.

You looked down as you heard a thud, and there it was in front of you-

Enji's head.

Your eyes looked back up and you saw Enji's headless body that fell to the side, revealing Dabi behind him holding his bloody sword, face full of rage, eyes full of insanity.

Locking eyes with you, the insanity in his eyes was replaced with... concern.

"Are you okay?" He asked in the softest voice possible. He sheathed his sword, walking towards you. He bent on his knees to be on your level. "Did I scare you? I'm sorry. Hey, hey, no need to look at the head. He can't hurt you anymore. No one can." He said raising his hand to cup your cheek, but he hesitated. You wouldn't be comfortable-

You threw your hands around him, diving your head into his chest as you sobbed. Dabi only chuckled before gathering you in his arms, patting your head and cooing soft nothings, as if hadn't just beheaded the strongest ruler in the world.

"Shh, its alright. Everything will be okay. I'm here now, aren't I?" He cooed as you began carrying you out of the room but not before blowing a whistle as hundreds of assasins and knights broke into the court, killing and maiming Enji's court.

As Dabi walked towards his room, making sure to hide your face well because he doesn't want to kill some poor servant just because he saw your face like he's killing the court, he wondered what would have happened if you hadn't called for him.

Surely, he wouldn't have planned the coup, be wouldn't have had killed Enji, and he certainly wouldn't have had you in his arms.

But for you, he would burn the whole world down if you wish it. He'd burn himself if it pleases you.

For you, a thousand times over.

[transhawks]

I’m honestly surprised people think Toga is dying, didn’t get that feeling at all from this chapter 😅 I personally interpreted it as very hopeful, i mean “not going to jail even on Ochako’s terms,” thought that was a bit of foreshadowing right there, but could be wrong. This chapter was lovely, HK really homing in on these chapters!

I see WHY people think she's dead, but it's a very surface and frankly, uncharitable reading of this manga. The only way you could genuinely think she's dead for real is if you absolutely ignored a LOT of messages Horikoshi has been trying to give us about how sacrificing your life as a hero ISN'T the save-all and causes issues down the line. He introduced that idea with NANA way back, where we saw that even if All Might saw her sacrifice as heroic (and I will say I don't know what else she could have done), Kotaro DIDN'T view it that way and it absolutely caused issues later on. Heck, way back with Kota we see that heroes who sacrifice themselves can leave behind lots of problems. I'm trying to say that while it's not a full subversion, Horikoshi HAS been subverting the idea that dying for someone else's sake is noble/redemptive for the entirety of this manga. And he's held on consistently to showing this and I think the final nail in the coffin for this idea of sacrificial death as heroic was the Todoroki plotline. Again, the sacrifice for another's life was Enji's dad's fate and it ended up instilling an awful idea that heroism > fatherhood, and that actually, that Enji could be a good father if he was a "good hero". Again, we see sacrificial, redemptive hero deaths causing issues within the generations left behind. The fact that Enji attempted to "atone" with his own life and Touya's but was STOPPED should have put this to rest because if sacrificing yourself was heroic, Horikoshi would have killed Enji (and Touya) off. He did not. There are no sacrificial deaths coming as far as I can see. Horikoshi is challenging that notion to begin with. Toga is not dying here because it absolutely means Ochako has FAILED, like Keigo did, in saving her plot-assigned villain. I understand the poetic nature of being able to choose your own fate that people think Toga has done, but I think it's, again, Toga not seeing a future for herself where she can be happy. Ochako, or some other hero, needs to do something to make sure that smile STAYS on Toga's face. That's why her story isn't over.