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✩₊˚.⋆ LOST & FOUND - dabi/touya todoroki

CW: y/n is lowkey on her death bed but has plot armor, dabi being his usual "uncaring" self, she/her pronouns, not anatomy specified, tinyyy bit of angst, "fluff", and yeah! lolzies

Word Count: 4.7k

Author's Note: hey guys! this was written a little bit before kinktober started but i decided to finish it up and post it now lol.

y/n's world had changed the moment she was captured. once a member of the league of villains, she now found herself imprisoned by the corrupted heroes who tortured her daily, trying to extract information on her allies. she endured three long, agonizing months of pain and suffering, but she refused to speak a word.

dabi had been relentless in his pursuit, growing more furious by the day. the league had tried multiple times to infiltrate the heroes' hideout, but each attempt had been thwarted. the heroes were prepared, and they were merciless. but dabi's patience wore thin. the constant failure stirred an unfamiliar feeling in him—a festering worry he struggled to ignore. he convinced himself it was nothing more than the desire to reclaim his teammate. nothing more, he told himself.

but then one day, the league found the location of y/n’s prison. the moment they had it, dabi stormed in without a second thought. blue flames burst forth from his fingertips, devouring anything in their path as he moved through the halls of the hideout, leaving nothing but charred destruction in his wake.

finally, he found her, barely conscious and bound in a small, cold cell. her eyes fluttered weakly open when she sensed his presence.

“still alive, huh?” dabi’s voice was rough, his words cutting. “can’t believe it. you look like death warmed over.”

y/n blinked up at him, too weak to retort. but he noticed the spark in her gaze hadn’t quite faded. he knelt down beside her, his expression hard, hiding the turbulence roiling in his chest. he used one hand to break her chains, though his grip was almost harsh.

“pathetic. you let them do this to you?” his voice was sharp, but the look in his eyes was almost soft.

“they…tried…” she mumbled, her lips dry and cracked, “but i didn’t…tell them anything.”

dabi huffed. “yeah, no kidding. would’ve burned this place down even if you had.”

as he scooped her into his arms, his touch was surprisingly gentle. she shivered, the warmth from his skin a comfort she hadn’t felt in months. his words stayed rough, his tone cold, but the way he held her told a different story.

“don’t get used to this,” he muttered, eyes trained forward as they escaped the hideout. “i didn’t come here to save you. just didn’t want to deal with all the whining if i let you die.”

y/n gasped as dabi carried her, the heat of his body a stark contrast to the coldness of her own skin. she tried to focus on his face, but the world around her faded in and out, blurring into an indistinguishable haze. every jolt of movement sent a sharp pain coursing through her, a reminder of the abuse she had endured. she winced, feeling her strength waning.

“put me down,” she whispered, her voice barely audible, but he kept moving, determined.

“shut up,” he replied curtly, his grip tightening slightly, as if he feared losing her.

another wave of pain shot through her, more intense than the last. her breath caught, and suddenly, she felt herself slipping. “touya…” she managed to say, her voice trembling. “i think i’m dying here.”

without warning, he stopped, the harshness in his demeanor cracking just for a moment. he lowered her gently to the ground, his eyes scanning her body with fierce intensity. she could see the worry flickering behind his cool facade, the flames that danced in his gaze reflecting a sense of urgency.

“where?” he demanded, a harsh edge to his voice as he knelt beside her. “where does it hurt?”

“everywhere,” she admitted, but a teasing smile crossed her lips despite the pain. “call me corny, but you should’ve seen the other guys. they looked worse than me.”

dabi narrowed his eyes, irritation flashing across his face at her joking manner. “this isn’t a joke, y/n.”

“you really think I’d let a bunch of wannabe heroes take me out that easily?” she shot back, though her voice wavered slightly. “they were no match for me. clearly, they didn’t get the memo that I’m not just some damsel in distress.”

“if you’re so tough, why are you lying on the ground?” he shot back, a sneer creeping into his voice. “you look like you’ve been run over by a train.”

“ow, harsh much?” she retorted, but the teasing tone was wavering. “can’t blame a girl for trying to make light of the situation.”

“you think this is funny?” he snapped, his eyes narrowing as he leaned closer. “you look like shit, and if you keep acting like this, you’ll actually die.”

“wouldn’t dream of it,” she replied, but another wave of pain shot through her, making her grimace. “but honestly, I’m tired, and I’m starting to think this might be a bit much for me.”

“good,” he grunted, his expression hardening again. “maybe this will teach you not to underestimate your enemies next time.”

“you’re a real gem, you know that?” she said, rolling her eyes even as tears threatened to spill. “if I survive this, I’m definitely getting you a trophy for ‘worst rescue ever.’”

“you’re lucky I’m even here,” he said coldly, his gaze flicking over her injuries. “you should be thanking me instead of cracking jokes.”

“thank you, touya,” she said, her voice softening for a moment. “seriously.”

he huffed, looking away, but she could see the tension in his shoulders. “just don’t make me regret saving you, okay?”

“no promises,” she replied with a weak grin, but the teasing edge in her voice was fading. “you know I’m too stubborn for that.”

“you’re a damn fool, y/n,” he muttered, the frustration evident in his voice as he wiped away a tear that had escaped down her cheek. “you think you’re invincible, but look where that’s gotten you. this isn’t a game.”

“i know that,” she said, the teasing tone gone as she felt the gravity of her situation. “but I’m not ready to die here. I still have too many things to do.”

“you better pull yourself together then,” he snapped, his voice harsh but the underlying concern evident. “because I’m not carrying a corpse out of here.”

“no need to get dramatic, touya,” she replied, trying to muster the strength for a smile. “I’m not dead yet.”

“you’re damn lucky I don’t just leave you here,” he grumbled, but the way he looked at her was a mix of annoyance and something softer. “now, let’s get moving before they come back.”

he scooped her up again, his grip firm yet careful. together, they would face whatever awaited them outside. and even in the chaos around them, y/n couldn’t shake the feeling that, despite his harsh words, there was something deeper in his concern—something that gave her strength even as her body protested.

“don’t drop me, or I swear I’ll haunt you,” she said, her voice light despite the pain.

“like I’d ever let you go,” he replied, though his tone remained sharp. “now shut up and focus. we’re getting out of this hellhole.”

as he carried her away from the ashes of their enemies, y/n held onto the resolve within her, refusing to let despair take hold. and while dabi kept his distance, his harsh demeanor hiding the concern beneath, she knew that as long as they were together, they would fight to survive.

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the familiar sights and sounds of the league’s hideout enveloped y/n like a comforting blanket, but that sense of safety was overshadowed by the pain that coursed through her body. dabi carried her through the entrance, his presence a steady anchor amid the chaos of their return.

“get the hell out of my way.” he spoke as they passed several members who rushed to meet them, concern etched on their faces. “she’s injured, and you all need to back off. she doesn’t need a dozen people hovering over her right now.”

“dabi!” twice called from the other side of the room, his expression darkening at the sight of y/n’s condition. “what happened?”

“later,” dabi snapped, brushing past him and heading down the hall toward his room. “just make sure they don’t crowd her. she’s had enough of that shit already.”

y/n barely registered the exchange as her head lolled against dabi’s shoulder. her strength was fading fast, and the pain was creeping back in, clawing at her insides. the world blurred again as he opened the door to his room, setting her down gently on his bed.

“stay put,” he said tersely, stepping back. “I’ll be right back. I need to talk to shigaraki.”

as the door clicked shut, y/n felt a wave of despair wash over her. the warmth of the room felt suffocating, and all the bravado she had tried to maintain crumbled. she pulled her knees to her chest, a shaky breath escaping her as she allowed the tears to spill over.

“damn it,” she whispered, her voice breaking. she buried her face against her knees, the memories of her time with the heroes crashing over her like a tidal wave. the pain, the torture, the isolation—it all hit her at once, leaving her gasping for air.

she clenched her fists, hating how vulnerable she felt. the sobs bubbled up, and she let them come, tears soaking into her knees as she tried to muffle the sounds. she cursed herself under her breath, her nails digging into her palms. “just keep it together.” she muttered repeatedly.

after a few agonizing moments, the door swung open again, and dabi stepped inside. his expression shifted from irritation to confusion at the sight of her in such a state.

“what the hell is up with you?” he demanded, his voice harsh. “you’re back home, and you’re crying? what’s wrong now?”

y/n quickly wiped her tears away, trying to compose herself as best she could. “oh, you know me,” she said, attempting to keep her tone light despite the tremor in her voice. “just enjoying a little spa day here.”

dabi’s brows furrowed, and he stepped closer, concern leaking through his aggression. “this isn’t a joke, y/n. you look like you’re about to pass out. get it together.”

“easy for you to say,” she shot back, her snark returning as she wiped her cheeks dry, though more tears slipped past her efforts. “some of us don’t have fire powers to keep us warm and cozy.”

“seriously, what’s the point of acting like this?” he asked, exasperation lacing his tone. “if you’re hurt, just say it instead of pretending you’re fine.”

“i’m fine,” she insisted, though the quiver in her voice betrayed her. “just a little sore, that’s all.”

“y/n, you’re not fooling anyone,” he growled, frustration bubbling under the surface. “if you’re feeling like this, you need to tell me. it’s not going to help if you just sit here and cry like a baby.”

“what do you want me to say?” she snapped, tears streaming down her cheeks again despite her efforts. “that they broke me? that they got under my skin? well, they did! and it hurt like hell! but you don’t get it, do you?”

dabi flinched at her words, but he quickly masked it with a scowl. “no, I don’t get it, because I don’t go around feeling sorry for myself. I’m not going to let you wallow in your own misery. we’ve got enough problems without you adding to them.”

“thanks for the pep talk, touya,” she shot back, a bitter smile crossing her face even as she choked on her emotions. “you really know how to lift a girl’s spirits.”

“you want to be tough, fine. but don’t think I won’t notice when you’re falling apart,” he replied, his tone sharp but lacking malice. “if you’re in pain, just admit it. we’ll figure it out together.”

“don’t count on me getting soft just because I’m hurt,” she said defiantly, though she could feel the tears still falling, an irritating reminder of her vulnerability. “I’m still me.”

“whatever helps you sleep at night,” he said dismissively, but there was an undertone of concern in his voice. “but don’t think for a second I won’t drag you back from the edge if I have to.”

y/n took a shaky breath, wiping her eyes one last time. “you really know how to make a girl feel special, don’t you?”

“shut up,” he grumbled, but the hint of a smirk tugged at the corners of his mouth. “you’re an idiot. just remember that.”

with that, the tension in the room shifted slightly, but yn knew she still had a long way to go. she would heal, but she’d do it in her own way. with dabi at her side, even if he acted like a jerk sometimes, she felt a little less alone. together, they would figure this out, one step at a time.

the room fell into an uneasy silence, broken only by y/n’s occasional sniffles as she fought to regain her composure. the tension in the air was thick, a mix of unspoken words and emotions swirling between them. dabi stood a few feet away, his expression conflicted as he watched her struggle.

“you’re really gonna keep crying, huh?” he finally broke the silence, his tone somewhere between annoyance and concern. he wasn’t used to this—seeing someone so vulnerable and broken, especially someone like y/n who had always been a source of defiance and strength.

y/n shrugged, wiping her face with the back of her hand. “what can I say? it’s a real downer to be tortured by wannabe heroes. I’m just processing.”

“yeah, well, you can process without the waterworks,” he muttered, but he took a step closer. something inside him stirred—a mix of protectiveness and frustration that he couldn’t quite shake off.

“easier said than done,” she replied, her voice shaky. “this is new territory for me.”

dabi rolled his eyes, but he found himself moving closer, drawn by an impulse he didn’t fully understand. he stood beside her, casting a long shadow over the bed. “you look like you could use something other than a pity party,” he said, his tone gruff but softer than before.

“what do you suggest? a party for one?” she replied, trying to muster a smirk. “at least I can invite you to the festivities.”

“real funny,” he said, his voice laced with sarcasm, but he settled beside her on the bed. the moment their shoulders brushed, a warmth spread through him, grounding the storm of emotions swirling inside.

“what are you doing?” y/n asked, surprise evident in her voice.

“shut up and stop crying,” he ordered, leaning back against the wall and crossing his arms. “it’s annoying.”

“so, your solution is to sit here and be annoyed with me?” she shot back, but there was a hint of gratitude in her voice.

“just be quiet for a second,” he replied, his voice low. “you look like you need a break from all the bullshit.”

y/n paused, feeling the weight of his presence beside her. the warmth radiating from him was oddly comforting. she took a shaky breath, attempting to gather herself. “you’re surprisingly good at this, touya,” she said quietly.

“don’t get used to it,” he replied, but his expression softened slightly. without thinking, he reached over and placed a hand on her back, applying just enough pressure to ground her in the moment. it was a gesture that felt intimate, yet he kept his gaze trained away, focused on the wall.

“this is weird,” y/n murmured, feeling the heat of his hand seep through her shirt. “you actually care, huh?”

“don’t push it,” he replied, but there was no bite in his tone. “just… don’t fall apart on me, alright? I didn’t come all this way to babysit you.”

“fine, fine. I’ll try to keep my emotions in check,” she promised, though the corners of her mouth lifted slightly.

“good,” he said, letting out a frustrated sigh. “because if you keep this up, I’m going to start worrying, and that’s not something I want to deal with.”

the room fell silent again, the only sound being the occasional sniffle from y/n as she struggled to regain her composure. the warmth of dabi’s hand on her back was a steady reminder that she wasn’t alone. she leaned into it slightly, finding comfort in his presence, even if it was begrudgingly given.

“you really are the worst,” she said after a moment, her voice quieter. “but I guess I’ll take what I can get.”

“just remember that when you’re back to being a smartass,” he replied, pulling his hand away as he straightened up. “I can’t have you getting soft on me, or I’ll have to do something drastic.”

“like what?” she challenged, a hint of her old fire returning. “give me a pep talk about how I should fight harder next time?”

“exactly,” he smirked, a glimmer of amusement shining through the hardened exterior he maintained. “or maybe I’ll just throw you back to those heroes and let them finish what they started.”

“now that’s just mean,” y/n said, a smile breaking through her tears. “you’re supposed to be my rescuer, not my tormentor.”

“like I said, don’t get used to it,” he shot back, though his tone held a playful edge. “but don’t think I’m letting you off easy just because you’ve had a rough patch.”

“wouldn’t dream of it,” she replied, her heart lighter as they settled into an uneasy camaraderie. even with the pain still throbbing in her body, the warmth of their banter eased the ache in her soul.

“just… get some rest,” he added, standing up and moving toward the door. “I’ll be back. try not to cry more than necessary.”

“no promises, touya,” she teased, watching him with a fondness that surprised her.

as the door clicked shut behind him, y/n let out a small breath, feeling a flicker of hope ignite within her. maybe she wasn’t as alone as she thought, even in the depths of despair.

the night stretched on, silence enveloping the hideout as the rest of the league settled into their routines. hours passed since dabi had left y/n in his room, and he found himself thinking about her more than he cared to admit. when he finally returned, he opened the door quietly, the soft creak of the hinges breaking the stillness.

he paused for a moment, taking in the sight of her sleeping form curled up on his bed. her face was peaceful, the pain temporarily eased by the escape of sleep. a hint of softness crept into his expression, but he quickly masked it with annoyance. he didn’t have time for this sentimental crap.

“tch,” he muttered under his breath, walking over to the bed. he slid in beside her, the warmth of the covers wrapping around him. almost instinctively, she shuffled, sensing his presence even in her sleep.

“what are you doing?” she mumbled, her voice thick with drowsiness as she blinked up at him. “this is my room, you know?”

“it’s my fucking bed, dumbass,” dabi shot back, trying to keep his voice steady despite the flicker of amusement in his eyes.

“oh shit… my bad,” she replied, realization washing over her. y/n attempted to sit up, but a sharp jolt of pain shot through her body, making her gasp. she winced, her hands instinctively pressing against her side.

“the fuck are you doing, y/n?” dabi snapped, concern bleeding through his irritation as he watched her struggle.

“just… trying to get back to my room,” she replied, gritting her teeth against the pain. “I’m fine, really.”

“you’re clearly not fine,” he growled, sitting up and placing a firm hand on her shoulder, gently but insistently pushing her back down. “you need to rest. are you trying to kill yourself?”

“it’s not that bad,” she insisted, but the tremor in her voice betrayed her. she could feel the pain intensifying, a reminder of the hell she’d endured.

dabi narrowed his eyes at her stubbornness. “let me see,” he demanded, shifting closer. he placed a hand on her side, applying gentle pressure. the moment he pressed down, y/n let out a wince, the pain flaring anew.

“wtf was that for, touya?!” she exclaimed, irritation flashing in her eyes as she shot him a glare, even though it was obvious she was still hurting.

“get it through your head. you’re not invincible,” he replied, his voice steady but laced with a hint of frustration. he could see the pain etched on her features, and it made something twist in his gut.

“thanks for the reminder, but I didn’t need you to be a jackass about it,” she retorted, her voice sharp despite the way her breath hitched from the lingering pain. she winced again as she shifted, trying to find a more comfortable position.

“you think this is easy for me?” dabi shot back, his tone harsher than he intended. he sighed, running a hand through his hair. “just sit still, okay? it’ll help.”

with a reluctant nod, she settled back against the pillows, but he could see the way her body was tense, how she was fighting against the pain. he felt a surge of annoyance at himself for not being able to do more. “look,” he started, his voice softer now, “I’m just trying to help. you really need to rest.”

she met his gaze, the stubborn fire still in her eyes but dimmed by fatigue. “fine,” she murmured, allowing her head to lean back against the wall as she closed her eyes for a moment, trying to breathe through the discomfort.

dabi’s irritation faded as he watched her. she was strong, but even the toughest needed support. without thinking, he shifted closer, wrapping an arm around her shoulders. she tensed slightly at first, but then relaxed into him, seeking the warmth he offered.

“there. it’s not a big deal,” he muttered, trying to sound nonchalant, but the hint of protectiveness seeped through.

“you’re such a softy, touya,” y/n teased, though her voice was weaker, softer now. “I can’t believe you’re actually cuddling with me.”

“shut up,” he replied, his tone defensive. “this is just practical. it’s warmer, and you need to stop shivering.”

“practical, huh?” she echoed, snuggling a bit closer to him. “sure, keep telling yourself that.”

dabi rolled his eyes but didn’t push her away. he found himself relishing the quiet moment, the way her breathing began to slow as she relaxed against him. it felt oddly comforting, and he couldn’t deny the warmth spreading through him.

the silence wrapped around them like a thick blanket, filled only by the soft sounds of y/n's breathing. she nestled closer into dabi’s side, the heat radiating from him providing comfort against the chill of her lingering pain. he shifted slightly, instinctively tightening his hold around her shoulders.

after a few moments, y/n broke the quiet. “did you miss me?” she asked, her voice barely above a whisper. she turned her head slightly to gauge his reaction, a teasing smile dancing on her lips, despite the weight of the question.

dabi’s brow furrowed as he looked down at her, his expression a mix of annoyance and something softer. “you think I have time to miss anyone?” he replied, his tone gruff, but there was an underlying warmth there that didn’t go unnoticed.

“come on, it’s a simple question,” she pressed, trying to suppress a smile. “you could just say yes, you know.”

he sighed, running a hand through his hair, a hint of exasperation in his eyes. “fine. maybe I missed you a little,” he admitted, his voice begrudgingly honest. “not that I’d tell anyone else.”

“oh really?” she said, feigning surprise. “a little? I’d say I was gone for quite a while. you should have been lonely without me.”

“lonely? hardly,” he scoffed, though she could see the flicker of amusement in his eyes. “I had plenty of things to keep me occupied. but yeah, it was… quieter.”

y/n smiled at that, feeling a warmth blossom in her chest. “I guess I was kind of fun to have around,” she teased lightly.

“you were more annoying than fun,” he shot back, but the corner of his mouth twitched upward. “always getting in the way. but I guess it’s better than having nothing to deal with.”

“so, you missed my annoying self then?” she prodded, enjoying this back-and-forth.

“shut up,” he muttered, but there was no real bite to his words. “just don’t go getting yourself captured again. I don’t want to deal with the consequences.”

as the night deepened, the soft glow from the single lamp in the corner of the room cast a warm light over y/n and dabi. she could hear the faint sounds of the league moving about outside, but in this moment, it felt like they were the only two in existence. she relaxed further into his side, feeling a strange sense of safety she hadn’t felt in months.

“you know,” she began, her voice trailing off as she considered her words, “being away from all of you… it was different. I didn’t think I’d miss it, but I did.”

“what, the chaos?” dabi replied, arching an eyebrow. “you’re telling me you missed all the arguing, the plans going wrong, and the constant danger?”

“maybe not the danger,” she admitted, a small laugh escaping her lips. “but yeah, I missed the thrill. I missed you guys.” she paused, glancing up at him. “I even missed your terrible sense of humor.”

“my humor is perfect,” he shot back, a smirk creeping onto his face. “you just don’t understand true comedy.”

“right, keep telling yourself that,” she teased, then grew serious for a moment. “but really, I just… I missed being part of something. even if it is a little chaotic.”

dabi’s expression softened slightly, and he nodded. “I get it. being alone sucks. but you’re not alone anymore. we’re all messed up in our own ways, but we look out for each other. that’s what makes this whole thing work.”

“yeah, I know,” she said softly, her heart swelling at his words. “and I’m grateful for that. I never thought I’d find a place where I truly belonged, especially here.”

“well, don’t go getting all mushy on me now,” he replied, trying to mask the warmth flooding his chest with a chuckle. “I’d hate to ruin my tough-guy reputation.”

“too late for that,” she said with a smirk. “you’ve already cuddled with me, remember? tough guy or not, you’ve got a soft spot.”

“shut up,” he muttered, but he couldn’t suppress the slight blush creeping onto his cheeks. “just don’t get too comfortable with the whole cuddling thing.”

“too late,” y/n said, a playful glint in her eyes. “I think I might just make this a regular occurrence.”

dabi rolled his eyes but didn’t pull away. instead, he leaned back against the pillows, pulling her with him. “whatever. just don’t expect me to go easy on you when you’re back to being a pain in the ass.”

they lay there in silence, the warmth between them easing the tension and exhaustion that had been building for so long. y/n shifted slightly, pressing a soft kiss to dabi’s neck, her lips lingering just a moment before she pulled back. she felt his muscles tense, and she looked up, half-expecting him to scold her.

"y/n," he murmured, voice firm but with an edge of something softer. she looked up at him, searching his eyes, caught off guard by the intensity there. before she could say anything, he leaned in, capturing her lips in a kiss that started slow, almost hesitant, then deepened, as if he was trying to say everything he couldn't put into words.

her hands found their way to his shoulders, fingers curling into the fabric of his shirt as she kissed him back, feeling the tension drain from her body. she melted into him, their breaths mingling, the world fading until it was just the two of them. the kiss was a silent promise, a reminder of all they'd been through and the unspoken connection that tethered them together.

finally, they broke apart, foreheads resting against each other, and y/n whispered, "goodnight, touya."

"night, idiot."

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animestsstuff2 · 5 months ago

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A dragons beauty

Barbarian Bakugou X reader

Content warning

Master list

Part 7

content warning: kissing, (tiniest smut) if you read between the lines,

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You brought your knees closer to your chest as you sat against the thick tree trunk, chin resting on your knees as your horse picked at the grass beside you. It was rare of you to venture out here so being found was unlikely and you didn’t want to be found right now. Your eyes glossy and cheeks wet as you sniffled and curled your fingers further into your shins, little half moons indented in your skin.

You tried to make sense of what just happened, the magic your father very obviously possesses, the argument over you and apparently the magic you possessed. You did possess magic, you flung Iida back without even touching him. The ground shook beneath you due to your emotions. You teeth chewed at the bottom lip sucked between them as your thoughts flushed endlessly in your mind.

Why is this happening to me?

It’s so selfish to think but for as long as you could remember you would dream of how life would be if your family was normal, the different variables which made them not so normal. You thought of life as peasants, would you all be closer? You thought of only having a mother and no father, how would you be if there was no longer an angry man in your home?. You were born a princess, not just any princess but thee princess to King Endeavor. The man who ruled where-ever the sun kissed the ground. The man who was feared by enemies and adored by friends. The man who just as much of a tyrant on the battle field as he was behind closed doors to his family.

You moved your hands out in front of you watching as they trembled. You brows furrowed as you thought of anything, thought of holding fire in your palm! Nothing..Striking the ground with lightening! No, nothing. A sigh leaving your lips as your horse nickered and shook its head of the forelock which blocked its eyes. You glanced around feeling a breeze pick up causing goosebumps on your exposed legs and arms. You should head back now calmed down a bit and realising how worried your siblings must be.

You stood up and dusted yourself off as you struggled to climb upon your horses back from the ground without a step. You gathered the reins turning him around and giving a nudge into his belly. Your shoes long gone from your initial ride out, though thats standard as you wore slip on pumps with no tie. His ears pointed forward as he began in a quick trot and with another nudge switched pace and was cantering down the path. You kept steady on his back as you tried to calm yourself not wanting to go back home and face the wrath of your father but probably your husband too.

Katsuki hadn’t done anything to you since knowing him but that didn’t mean he wouldn’t. He was rough around the edges but overall was okay with you. Your mind else were as your thoughts of him continued. He was difficult to understand at times, always cuddling you at night but leaving you alone for hours during the day, only ever back to bring you to feed and then back to sleep again.

The only real interactions were at the pond and on his dragon but he was now your husband. You both had to grow accustom to this new arrangement. He probably didn’t want to marry you either. Your nose crinkled at the thought as you pulled lightly on the reins. The hoof beats slowing as they collided roughly on the now stone path. You were at the back entrance to the castle, coming to a halt you slipped off his back and guided him into his stable. His bridle hung up beside him as he moved to chomp on the large pile of hay in the corner.

You made your way back into the castle. The sun now setting and leaving a shadowed cast on the stone hallways that made them all the more eerie as the wall candles had yet to be lit. Your feet tapped on the cold stone and a shiver racked your spine as you heard voices ahead coming from the big hall. That was probably where they were gathered.

You let out a breath as you turned the corner and peaked your head round the door and found yourself correct. Shoto stood arguing with your father. Fuyumi and Natsuo were looking at a paper displayed on the table and Bakugou was pacing up and down. You stepped round the door and into the room going to clear your throat to gain their attention when Bakugous head snapped up and his eyes met yours.

He was in front of you in four long strides and you craned your neck to look up at him, heart hammering in your chest as you prepared yourself for the berating. His hands moved quickly and you flinched on reflex only to still as one splayed across your lower back and the other grabbed the back of your head. His fingers scrunching your hair as he pulled you into his chest and under his chin. His body tense as his grip held tightened. His nose pushed into your hair as his shoulders finally relaxed, slouching and his weight seemed to lean on you slightly.

Your hands slowly slipped between your bodies and around his neck. He eventually let go and pulled away from you but kept his arm secure around your waist as you turned to see your family stood before you. Your sister and brothers mouth agape as Shoto and your father shared a narrow eyed look. You turned to Bakugou who was already peering down at you.

“I would like to go” he nodded at your request, eyes glancing and giving your family a once over as he turned and pulled you with him. Your siblings calling after you made the blonde halt and groan where he stood.

“W-Wait! Kya you cant leave” Fuyumi rounded you as she stood in front followed my Natsuo and Shoto.

“I don’t want to stay Fuyumi” you mumbled as your fingers curled in on themselves, guilt building in your chest as your eyes met you sisters sad ones.

“Kya, you can’t go after what happened. We don’t know anything about your powers. It isn’t safe” Natuo butted in. You just shook your head.

“Bakugou can keep me safe Natsuo and I can figure it out with Midoryia the clan’s academic” you explained, desperately wanting to leave. You never thought you’d prefer the comfort of Bakugous clan to your own childhood home, to your own family..but after today you just wanted away from your father.

“Bu-

“Shut up. She’s decided. We go now” Bakugou cut Fuyumi off as he snapped at them. His fingers curled further around your waist as your eyes met the wet ones of your sister. You reached forward, clasping her hands between your own as you sniffled.

"I'm sorry but I don't want to stay Fuyumi, something..is telling me it's not safe for me if I do" You mumbled quietly to her and her fingers curled around yours as she gave a curt nod, trying to quell the sadness building up in her. You both let go and Bakugou moved, dragging you along with him and his fast pace.

You chewed at your lip as something heavy weighed in your mind. You didn't know why you told Fuyumi that. The castle is honestly probably safer than Bakugou's more open laid clan but something was pushing around in the back of your mind. A feeling that slinked its way down your spine and settled heavily in your stomach that told you indirectly that staying here would not be safe for you.

You were so caught up in your own thoughts you hadn't even realised you were outside the gates now. The horses you both travelled on being held by a servant as his arm left your waist and was replaced by two hands curling at your hips and lifting you up onto yours. It wasn't as awkward riding in the tribal wear you finally received. it was a bit more scandalous than you were used to, something all your siblings commented on when you first arrived. The short skirt allowing your legs to comfortably wrap around the saddle.

Bakugou was already mounted as he turned his horses head. His gruff voice going in one ear and straight out the other as he rolled his eyes at your blank stare. His hand reaching over and pulling the reins over your horses head and kicking his horse along as yours followed.

why wasn't the castle safe?..My father is a tyrant but there is something else...

A sigh pushed through your pursed lips, cheeks puffed out as your brows furrowed completely focused on your own thoughts. The attempt to piece together a puzzle whilst missing pieces wasn't working and you finally focused back on what was happening around you. Your hands reaching forward and pulling the reins back from Bakugou who let go. His eyes meeting yours.

"what ya' thinking about?" he asked. He was getting better at your tongue, his sentences forming better. His accent was still heavy but that was okay, it suited him.

"everything..I don't understand why my father kept such an important part of my life..of me. He left everyone in the dark" You mumbled. It was still bright out, the summer months allowed for late travelling.

"You scare him" Bakugou's comment made your head whip back round to him.

"I scare my father?. I do not appreciate being teased right now” you grumbled as you turned your head away looking at the greenery surrounding you as your horses plodded along.

“You do. He told me..” he trailed off and you glanced back over at the man beside you. His cheeks puffed slightly as he stared ahead.

“Your power. It’s more than his, more than Shoto” he finished and your brows lifted slightly. You had no idea how strong your brothers magic was considering you had just found out its existence.

Did Fuyumi know? Did father really keep me in the dark because I scared him?

The thought of potentially having the power to scare your father was a strange thought. You were always terrified of the huge brute you had the unfortunate luck of being related to. The man who could hit so hard but always manage to never leave a bruise, never leave evidence of his sins. A true monster who struck fear into you. A monster who supposedly was scared of you, perhaps just as much as you were of him.

“Bakugou, can I ask you a question?” The blonde just grunted in response.

“How do you use magic? How am I meant to use mine?” There was silence between you too. The only sounds were the trees bustling and the birds chirping.

“Just do. Never had it hid” he answered and your brows furrowed as your shoulders slumped, of course he wouldn’t care enough to provide a real answer.

Your thoughts jumbled and emotions wired. The visit to your family of course was a disaster and now you had magic you clearly couldn’t control. The anxiety wiggled its way into your chest as you thought of how you shoved Iida. Did you hurt him?..Would you accidentally hurt someone else?..

“Oi!-“ you jumped slightly as Bakugous loud voice pierced your ear. You blinked, rather dumbly as you turned your head to him.

“Stop with the face. I’ll teach you magic” he grumbled and you hadn’t even realised how tense your jaw was until you opened or how knitted your brows were until they lifted along with the edges of your mouth which melded into a large smile.

“Really!? Katsuki thank you!” You beamed and he only grumbled some more.

The rest of the ride home was quiet and uneventful not much was spoke about and Bakugou didn’t bother you again deciding to leave you to your thoughts. Thoughts that were running rampant in your head of everything that occurred in the last couple of hours and still you couldn’t rid nor figure out that feeling that settled itself in the back of your mind. A feeling so strange as it pushed to me heard yet you couldn’t hear or feel it.

You arrived back leaving your horses to be tended by some of Bakugou’s clan as you both headed to his tent. Bakugou turning his back to you as he changed, something he thought was ridiculous but couldn’t be bothered to argue about your prudish behaviour. He followed you into bed red eyes watching you as you lay on your side, your back to him as you faced the wall.

He slung a heavy arm around your waist making you squeak as you were pulled into his chest. The warm skin spreading across yours as your stomach tightened. You slept like this every night but it still made you feel both nervous and a little excited to be so close to a male. His face pushed itself to rest against the back of your shoulder, lips hovering across the skin as warm breaths woke goosebumps. Your cheeks red as he daringly planted a soft kiss on your shoulder.

Your breath caught in your throat as the heavy arm curled further around you as another soft kiss was placed on the exposed skin nearer to your neck now. Your thighs clenching together as your breathing grew more uneven. A last kiss was placed this time on the side of your neck. You shuffled around as he loosened his grip and came face to face with the blonde. His hair falling over his red eyes that weren't stuck in a fixed glare. His brows relaxing as your breaths mingled. Your stomach curling.

His tongue darted out to wet his dry lips and your eyes immediately flickered down as you swallowed thickly suddenly growing very warm under the light skin blanket. Bakugou's hand splayed across your back was burning into your skin through the thin night-gown you wore. Your own hands coming to rest on his bare chest tentatively, scared to make any moves. His eyes flicked down to your parted lips as he shuffled closer. Your cheeks burning red as your heart thrummed in your chest.

His head dipped lower and suddenly his lips were pressed to yours. Your eyes wide and mouth parted in a surprised gasp which Bakugou took advantage of as he slipped his tongue in, toying with yours. His hand now moving to rest on your side, sliding down to curl his fingers into your hip. A low groan leaving him as you finally collected yourself enough to respond.

Your eyes closing as your nails dug against his chest. The blonde grew more feverish as he pulled you harshly against him, slipping a leg between yours and folding his knee up further between your tight thighs. An almost breathy whine escaping you as his fingers moved behind your hip slightly, curling into the plush skin of your bum and pulling you flush against him as your own hands hesitantly made their way to his shoulders, one remaining as the other slipped to the back of his head.

Your head dizzy and thoughts clouded as all you could focus on was the dominating feeling of Bakugous tongue against yours. The harsh curl of his finger and the building tension in your stomach as your thighs clenched around his leg. His knee pressing against your very warm and dampening underwear. It was only when he pulled away to kiss at your chin and jaw did you finally regain the ability to voice your growing nerves.

"W-Wait..Bak-Bakugou" You stammered out as a quiet squeal followed as his sharp teeth nipped at the soft skin of your neck. His head coming back up as red desperate eyes met yours. His cheeks pink and lips wet.

"what?" His voice low and rough as his fingers kneaded the skin beneath them ensuring the attempts you made to squirm off his knee failed and further fed the fire in your stomach.

"I-.." You didn't know how to word your nerves, to go further or to stop? Should you stop? would he allow it?. Bakugou had so far been accommodating but you knew what a woman of your time is meant to do, at least in your kingdom. Fuyumi and other maidens telling you time and time again that as a wife your husbands needs come first but were you ready for Bakugou's?

The man before you pulled his leg back down and slipped his hand up to hold your cheek as you hadn't noticed your zoned out. Your eyes now focusing back on him as he moved and pressed a chaste kiss to your lips before shuffling so your head was tucked under his chin.

"sleep" was all he said as your heart skipped at his thoughtfulness and ability to understand your hesitance. A small smile forming on your lips.

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ohitsjustgen · 1 year ago

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DRUNK DABI X READER

You hear the window to your bedroom open so you glance at it not too alarmed knowing that it's probably someone you know personally. It was Dabi.

You and Dabi have been having a problem trying to figure out what you guys mean to each other. So you both settled that you're "Friends with Benefits". Which is fine by you. Mainly because your ex has treated you like shit for the past 5 months and you needed a person to help you in your time of need. (Time of need meaning getting knocked up).

As Dabi is climbing into your window you look at him noticing something is off. Even under the moon's reflective light you could tell he was a bit wobbly and wonky, and has a pinkish hue to his cheeks and forehead. You suddenly add 2 and 2 together when you notice a bottle of booze rocking in his hand.

Anyone homeee~? Yells Dabi slightly slurring at his words. He leans against the wall. You walk over to him and caress's his cheek. "Dabi? What are you doing here? You would usually warm me before you decide to come?" Dabi blinks at you and glances at your hand that is placed on his cheek.

"Hello, pretty I'm just having a drink, thought I'd stop by and visit you!" His words were barely audible but I got little snippets of it piecing words together.

Dabi looks at you with a tired look in his eyes and leans closer near your ear mumbling something about your hair being soft.

You glance at the half empty bottle in your hand. "Yea your hella drunk" You swiftly walk over to your window to lock it, hoping no one had seen him come in. You then take the bottle of booze and throw it away. Making Dabi a little sad in the eyes. Chaperoning Dabi to bed, you push away the stuffed animals that spread onto your bed and let the man lay down. The man groans and rolls onto his back.

"Come here and lay with me pretty girl." The raven hair man says stretching out his arm to look for your thigh.

"Dabi stop, you don't mean that, you're just drunk talking" You say as you get up to head to the restroom.

Dabi has stated many many times before that what you guys have going on doesn't reflect your feelings. It's just a mere hookup is all. Although you said you agreed to those terms, you just couldn't help but to catch feelings for the handsome man. (Whoopsie #1)

You begin to walk to the bathroom to grab 2 Tylenol pills and a warm washcloth. As well as grab a cup of water from the kitchen. You then return back to where the man lay placing the items on the night stand next to the queen sized bed.

"I'm not drunk talking! I'm serious. I've wanted you ever since we've started this whole charade"

You ignore his comments and attend to nurse him back to health. "Are you hungry Dabi? I could make you something to eat to ease the hangover once it comes." You ask symptomatically looking into his cerulean eyes.

Dabi's eyes soften as he nods. "Yes please that would be great~" As he nods he attempts to lean over to give you a small peck on the cheek. But ends up tumbling off the bed instead due to his inebriated state.

"Tch" is the only sound that comes out of your mouth. You lean down to help the man back onto the bed. The sound of soft snoring hits your ears and you realize he fell asleep (Pun intended). You tuck the man under the blankets and place the man onto his side making sure none of the contents of the drink comes up to choke him.

You kiss the man on his cheek admiring his beautiful features.

"I love you Dabi"

A small smirk forms onto the man's face as he whispers the words back; "I love you Y/N"

#dabi x reader #league of villains #mha x reader #dabi my hero academia #dabi x you #dabi #dabi x female reader #touya todoroki #blueflame #todoroki touya #leauge of villians #dabi fluff #Drunk Dabi

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thatlotuscookie · 1 month ago

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I know I have a lot of a lot of people about this question but how do you feel about the League of villains staying at reader’s families Haunted Mansion (like the Disney movie haunted mansion with Eddie Murphy?) since Halloween is coming up just thought it would be fun? 😄

✧･ﾟ: a/n : ooh, I love that idea! The League of Villains in a haunted mansion sounds like a perfect mix of spooky and fun, especially with Halloween coming up! :33 I can just imagine all the chaos they’d bring. Thanks for the suggestion. HAHA imagine trick or treating/pumpkin carving w them, that would be funny. enjoy!!

✧ Title: ✧ Haunted Mansion Shenanigans ✧ ✧ Characters: Shigaraki, Dabi, Kurogiri, Toga, Reader (Gender Neutral), theres also a bit of Dabi x Reader loll i got carried away w my fav villain udwoq ✧ Genre: Halloween, Fluff, Humor ✧ Rating: T ✧ Summary: It's Halloween season, and your family's old mansion becomes the perfect backdrop for a gathering of the League of Villains. ✧ Content Warnings: None really, ig Horror elements?? LMAO. Language✧ WC: 3007 words // 17k chars

It was Halloween season, and the air was thick with the scent of fallen leaves and impending chills. Your family's old mansion, inherited from a long line of eccentric relatives, stood at the edge of town. With its creaking wooden floors, ornate chandeliers, and walls lined with portraits that seemed to follow you, it was the perfect setting for a gathering of the League of Villains.

As you prepared for their arrival, a mixture of excitement and anxiety bubbled in your chest. You loved your friends, but bringing the League of Villains into your family’s home felt like a recipe for chaos. Still, the thought of sharing your favorite Halloween traditions with them filled you with warmth.

When the League finally arrived, they stepped through the heavy, creaking doors, eyes wide with curiosity. Dabi strolled in first, his usual aloof demeanor overshadowed by a hint of intrigue. “Nice place you got here,” he muttered, his eyes scanning the grand foyer.

“Yeah, it’s, uh, got character,” you replied, trying to keep your tone light.

Kurogiri floated in next, his foggy form swirling around him. “A most peculiar ambiance,” he remarked, glancing around with an approving nod.

Toga bounced in, her energy infectious. “This place is perfect for a spooky party! Look at those portraits! I wonder if they’ll move!” She dashed to one of the paintings, peering closely, her wide grin revealing her excitement.

“Focus, Toga,” Shigaraki grumbled, his hands shoved deep in his pockets. “We’re not here to play with ghosts.”

“Aw, come on! Where’s your sense of fun?” she teased, sticking her tongue out at him.

“Fun? You mean destruction?” he shot back, though even he couldn’t help the slight curve of his lips as he watched Toga.

As the evening wore on, the sun dipped below the horizon, casting eerie shadows throughout the mansion. You had set up a movie marathon featuring classic horror films, and the group settled in the grand living room, surrounded by dim lighting and flickering candles.

“Why do you even like this stuff?” Dabi asked, leaning back against the couch, arms crossed.

“It’s tradition! Plus, it’s fun to be scared,” you replied, trying to convince him. “A little thrill never hurt anyone, right?”

He rolled his eyes but didn’t argue further. Instead, he let his gaze wander, catching snippets of the movie. You could see a flicker of interest behind his usual disinterest.

The first film began, a classic slasher flick. Toga was immediately glued to the screen, gasping and laughing at every jump scare. “This is amazing!” she squealed, eyes shining with excitement.

Kurogiri sat quietly, his gaze fixed on the screen, occasionally glancing at Toga, who was completely absorbed in the film. Shigaraki, on the other hand, seemed utterly uninterested. He lounged on the couch, his fingers tapping impatiently on his thigh.

“Why are we watching this junk?” he mumbled, loud enough for everyone to hear. “Can’t we just destroy something?”

“Shut up, Shigaraki! This is Halloween! You’re supposed to enjoy it,” you chided, though you couldn’t hide your smile.

As the movie progressed, Dabi found himself relaxing more, despite his attempts to remain cool and aloof. He leaned back against the couch, seemingly unfazed, but you caught the way his eyes flickered towards you now and then. A small part of him was invested, even if he wouldn’t admit it.

By the time the first movie ended, the atmosphere had shifted. Laughter and playful banter filled the air, and you felt a warm sense of belonging with your friends.

“Alright, next movie!” you declared, rifling through the stack of DVDs.

But before you could decide, Dabi’s voice broke through the chatter. “I need a drink. Anyone want anything?” He stood up, stretching lazily.

“I’ll take some snacks!” Toga exclaimed, practically bouncing in her seat.

“Same,” Shigaraki said, a hint of excitement creeping into his otherwise bored tone.

As Dabi headed to the kitchen, you followed, hoping to lighten the mood further. “You know, I’m glad you came. I thought you’d all back out.”

“Why would we do that?” he replied, leaning against the counter, eyes fixed on you. “This is actually kinda… nice.”

His admission caught you off guard. Dabi, usually so guarded, was letting his walls down, even if just a little. You felt your cheeks warm, and you quickly diverted your gaze to the snacks.

“So, uh, what do you think of the mansion?” you asked, trying to maintain a casual tone.

“It’s creepy,” he replied, his expression serious. “But not in a bad way. I get why you like it.”

A small smile tugged at your lips. “You have no idea how much it means to hear you say that.”

Dabi met your gaze, and for a moment, the playful atmosphere outside faded away. You could sense a shift between you, something unspoken but lingering in the air. Just as you were about to say more, Toga burst into the kitchen, her energy disrupting the moment.

“Did you guys find the ghost yet?” she joked, peering around the kitchen as if expecting to see a spectral figure.

“No ghost here,” Dabi replied, smirking. “Just us. Boring.”

“Boring? I don’t think so! This place is amazing!” Toga insisted, grabbing a handful of chips and munching loudly.

With snacks in hand, you all returned to the living room. As the second movie started—a classic ghost story—you settled back into your spot, trying to ignore the electric tension that had formed between you and Dabi.

The film had just begun when the lights flickered ominously, casting strange shadows around the room. A low rumble of thunder echoed outside, and the power flickered momentarily.

“Great, just what we need,” Shigaraki grumbled, his annoyance apparent.

Toga laughed nervously. “It’s just part of the ambiance, right?”

As if on cue, the power went out completely, plunging the room into darkness. A collective gasp echoed, followed by a burst of laughter from Toga.

“Okay, this is officially spooky!” she exclaimed, her voice filled with thrill.

“Great. Now we’re in a horror movie,” Shigaraki deadpanned, his eyes glinting in the faint light from the candles.

Dabi, however, seemed unfazed. He pulled out his phone, using its light to illuminate the room. “Guess we’ll have to make our own fun.”

“Like what?” you asked, trying to keep the mood light despite the darkness.

“Ghost stories?” he suggested, a hint of a smirk on his lips.

You felt a rush of adrenaline. “Sure! But we can’t just tell any ghost story. It has to be about this mansion!”

Everyone agreed, and the circle formed as you took turns sharing your scariest tales. As you began recounting a particularly chilling story about a lost spirit who haunted the very halls of your mansion, you noticed Dabi leaning closer, his interest piqued.

As the night wore on, the stories became more elaborate, filled with exaggerated details and laughter. You could see Toga getting more animated, while Shigaraki leaned back, pretending to be disinterested but clearly entertained.

Then, suddenly, the lights flickered back on, illuminating the room once more. Dabi leaned back, arms crossed, a glint of mischief in his eyes. “Boring,” he declared, earning a round of groans from everyone.

But the mood had shifted again. With the stories lingering in the air, you could feel the energy around you change, becoming more intimate. Dabi’s gaze occasionally flicked to you, and you couldn’t help but feel a warmth spread through your chest.

“Alright, who’s ready for the next movie?” you announced, trying to steer everyone back to the fun.

“I say we watch something scary!” Toga suggested, her eyes sparkling with mischief.

“Yeah, something that’ll actually make us jump,” Shigaraki added, his tone sarcastic.

You rummaged through the movies, finally settling on a psychological thriller. As the film started, you felt Dabi settle beside you on the couch, his body heat radiating against you. The tension between you two felt electric, every small movement of his heightening your awareness.

Halfway through the movie, as a particularly tense scene unfolded, Dabi suddenly leaned closer, wrapping an arm around your shoulders. It felt comforting, safe. You could feel your heart race, and you glanced sideways at him. He didn’t seem to notice your gaze, his focus entirely on the screen, though you caught a glimpse of a rare softness in his expression.

The film continued, tension building as characters faced impossible choices, and you found yourself drawn into it all—Dabi’s presence beside you, the stories you’d shared, the camaraderie you all had found in this spooky setting.

Just when you thought the night couldn’t get any better, Toga suddenly let out a squeal as a jump scare lit up the screen. Dabi’s grip tightened instinctively, pulling you closer as you stifled a laugh.

You could feel Dabi's heart beating steadily beside you, and his warmth enveloped you like a soft blanket. You tried to focus on the movie, but the moment was charged with a different kind of tension, one that sent butterflies swirling in your stomach. Every so often, you'd catch him glancing at you, his gaze lingering for just a moment longer than necessary.

As the plot twisted and turned, the movie's atmosphere grew heavier, filled with dread and suspense. The tension among the group mirrored that of the film, but you could also feel the underlying connection between you and Dabi deepening. When the characters on screen faced peril, you couldn’t help but lean slightly into him, seeking comfort.

"Hey, what's wrong? You scared?" he teased, a smirk tugging at the corners of his lips.

You shot him a playful glare. "Maybe a little. It's just… it's a creepy movie!"

He chuckled softly, the sound low and warm. “It’s just a movie, you know. You’re not actually gonna get haunted.” His voice dropped slightly, almost conspiratorial. “Unless you count me as the real ghost here.”

You laughed, shaking your head. “Right, a ghost with a fiery personality.”

As the film reached its climax, with suspenseful music heightening the tension, the room was filled with gasps and shouts. Toga was on the edge of her seat, clutching the edge of the couch, while Shigaraki let out an exasperated sigh, trying to act indifferent. But you could tell he was just as engaged, a flicker of intrigue in his eyes.

When the movie finally reached its conclusion, and the credits began to roll, everyone erupted into a discussion about their favorite parts. You were still riding the adrenaline from the film when Dabi leaned back, stretching his arms behind you in a casual yet deliberate manner. His presence enveloped you, leaving no space between your bodies.

“Alright, who’s next to pick a movie?” you asked, trying to keep the energy going.

“I wanna watch something funny now! I need to lighten the mood after that horror fest,” Toga exclaimed, practically bouncing in her seat.

Shigaraki shrugged. “Whatever. Just don’t pick something stupid.”

With the lights flickering, you rummaged through the stack of movies again, finally landing on a classic comedy. As you set it up, Dabi shifted slightly, allowing you to feel the warmth of his arm against yours.

As the film played, laughter filled the room, and the energy shifted once more. Toga was in fits of giggles, clutching her stomach as she laughed at the antics on screen, while Shigaraki rolled his eyes, clearly not impressed but trying to hide the small smirk on his face.

Dabi, however, had grown quieter. You glanced at him, noticing how he seemed to be lost in thought. His usual laid-back demeanor was replaced by a contemplative expression.

“Hey, what’s up?” you asked softly, not wanting to disrupt the laughter around you.

He turned his head, locking eyes with you, and for a moment, the world around you faded away. “Just… thinking,” he replied, his voice low.

“About what?” you pressed gently, curious about what went through his mind.

“Just how this is… different,” he admitted, glancing back at the screen but clearly not focused on the movie anymore. “Not bad different, just… different.”

You smiled, feeling warmth spread through your chest. “I’m glad you’re here, Dabi. It means a lot.”

He met your gaze again, and for a moment, everything else faded into the background—the laughter, the movie, the eerie ambiance of the mansion. “Yeah, well… I guess I didn’t mind it,” he replied, his tone softer than usual.

Before you could respond, Toga suddenly leaned forward, her eyes sparkling with mischief. “Okay, but who’s brave enough to explore the mansion? I want to find ghosts!”

“Oh, come on!” Shigaraki groaned. “You’re not serious.”

“Yes! Let’s do it!” Toga insisted, practically vibrating with excitement.

“I’ll go,” you said, catching Dabi’s gaze. “I could use some more adventure, and who knows what we might find?”

Shigaraki rolled his eyes again, clearly not wanting to miss out on anything. “Fine. Just don’t scream and make us all look like idiots.”

With that, the group rallied together, ready for exploration. You could feel the thrill in the air as you made your way through the mansion, guided by the flickering glow of candles.

As you wandered the hallways, the portraits seemed to watch your every move. Dabi stayed close to you, his presence grounding amidst the uncertainty. Occasionally, he’d brush against you, his warmth radiating through the chilly air.

You paused in front of a particularly imposing portrait of an ancestor, the eyes seeming to follow you. “This one gives me the creeps,” you muttered.

“Creeped out by a painting?” Dabi teased, though there was a hint of amusement in his eyes.

You turned to him, a mock-serious expression on your face. “It’s not just any painting! It’s a haunted one!”

“Right. And I’m a ghost,” he replied, smirking.

You both shared a laugh, and for a moment, the tension of the night melted away.

As you ventured deeper into the mansion, you heard a creak from upstairs. “Did you hear that?” Toga whispered, her eyes wide.

“Yeah. Let’s check it out,” you suggested, adrenaline pumping through your veins.

As you made your way up the grand staircase, the floorboards creaked beneath your feet. Dabi followed closely behind, and you could sense his protectiveness. As you reached the top, the hallway was dimly lit, with shadows dancing along the walls.

“Okay, we’re here,” you whispered. “What now?”

“Now we listen,” Shigaraki said, leaning against the wall, arms crossed.

The silence was almost deafening, filled only with the faint sounds of the wind outside. Suddenly, a gust of wind blew through the hallway, causing the candles to flicker wildly. Toga jumped, grabbing onto your arm tightly.

“Okay, that was creepy,” she squeaked.

Just then, Dabi stepped forward, his expression serious. “Stay close,” he murmured, moving to stand slightly in front of you.

As you wandered down the hall, you passed a door slightly ajar. “What’s in there?” you asked, motioning towards it.

“Let’s find out,” Dabi said, nudging the door open with a flick of his wrist. The room inside was dusty, filled with old furniture and cobwebs. A single window was cracked open, letting in a breeze that made the sheer curtains flutter.

Toga peered in, her curiosity piqued. “Ooh, spooky! Let’s look around!” she exclaimed, stepping inside.

As the group explored, you felt Dabi’s presence close behind you. His warmth was comforting, grounding you amid the eerie ambiance of the room.

Suddenly, Toga let out a small squeal, pointing at a rusted old mirror. “Guys, look! It’s a magic mirror! I bet it shows your future!”

Shigaraki rolled his eyes, but even he couldn’t hide the amusement in his tone. “Or it just reflects your face.”

Dabi stepped forward, looking at the mirror with a raised eyebrow. “Yeah, right. I don’t believe in that stuff.”

You moved closer, the mirror reflecting your curious expression. “What if it really does show something? What’s the harm in looking?”

As you stepped in front of the mirror, you caught a glimpse of your reflection, but something felt different. For a fleeting moment, you thought you saw a flicker of a shadow behind you in the glass.

“Did you see that?” you gasped, spinning around.

“See what?” Dabi asked, looking around.

You pointed back at the mirror. “I swear I saw something! It was—”

Before you could finish, the mirror suddenly shattered, glass exploding outward, causing everyone to jump back in surprise.

“Holy—!” Shigaraki shouted, pulling Toga closer as he braced himself.

Dabi instinctively stepped in front of you, his body shielding you from the broken shards. “Are you okay?” he asked, concern etched across his features.

“Yeah, I’m fine,” you replied, your heart racing. “But that was creepy!”

Toga laughed nervously, glancing between you and Dabi. “That was the coolest thing ever! It’s like a horror movie!”

“More like a disaster waiting to happen,” Shigaraki muttered, looking unimpressed.

Dabi’s grip on you tightened for a moment, his eyes scanning the room. “Let’s get out of here,” he said, his tone serious.

You nodded in agreement, and the group hurried back into the hallway, adrenaline pumping through your veins.

Once back in the main area, the tension shifted. The excitement of exploring the mansion and the spooky atmosphere heightened your awareness of Dabi’s presence beside you. You could feel the warmth radiating from him, a safe harbor in the chaotic night.

As you settled back in the living room, you glanced over at Dabi. He seemed different now, his usual aloofness replaced by a genuine curiosity.

“Hey, you okay?” you asked softly, trying to gauge his thoughts.

“Yeah, just… a lot happening,” he replied, rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly. “But it’s not bad. Just different, like I said.”

You smiled, appreciating his honesty. “I’m glad you’re here. It makes all of this more fun.”

His gaze met yours, and in that moment, you felt an unspoken connection, a shared understanding of the night’s unpredictability.

“Yeah,” he agreed, a hint of a smile breaking through. “Guess I don’t mind being your ghost tonight.”

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frickingnerd · 2 years ago

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patching up touya todoroki

pairing: touya todoroki x fem!reader

summary: touya gets beat up by a bunch of guys, after trying to defend your honor and you patch up his wounds afterwards!

tags: touya & reader are in high school, touya never became dabi, no mentions of quirks, swearing, mentions of blood, injuries, people are mean to you, hurt/comfort, touya is bad at feelings

touya has always been a troublemaker and the type of guy your parents had warned you about

he was constantly getting into fights at school and it wasn't rare for him to get his ass kicked when going against a group of guys on his own

and you were always the one who had to patch him up again, when he came running to you with a bloody lip, crooked nose or bruises all over his pretty face

"what was it about this time?" you sighed as you carefully removed the blood from his face with a wet towel

touya stayed silent, staring at the wall and pretending he didn't hear you

"is it that bad that you can't even tell me?" you asked, removing the towel and carefully taking his face into your hands, making him look at you

"they were talking shit about you…" touya grumbled. "calling you a dumb bitch or something…"

"that's it?" you smiled amused. "you've let them kick your ass because of a mean comment towards me~?"

"shut up–!!" touya rolled his eyes and tried to turn away, as you held him in place

"you're too soft, touya~!" you scolded him, only to have the boy glare at you once more

"i'm defending your honor–!" he huffed at you, crossing his arms in front of his chest

you couldn't help but laugh at that

it seemed like touya would rather get his ass kicked to defend your honor than actually man up and admit he had been crushing on you

but you already knew how he felt about you, even if he didn't say it out loud…

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doumadono · 1 year ago

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Warnings: manipulation, rusalka!Toga, fem!Reader

Summary: on Halloween night, you and your friends venture to a lake near a quaint village, determined to debunk the rusalka legend as mere folklore. Little do you know, the eerie creature is far more real than you could ever imagine.

Word count: circa 2.3k

A/N: this story is my final offering in the collection by a talented @candycandy00 I hope you enjoy this brief horror tale

The autumn night was heavy with an eerie stillness, a prelude to Halloween, the night she chose to haunt the living. Himiko Toga, the rusalka, lurked in the shadows of a murky lake. Her long, light hair draped over her waterlogged form, and her beautiful but otherworldly allure concealed a malevolent intent.

In a nearby village, the locals spoke of the legend of the rusalka, a vengeful water spirit who lured unsuspecting souls to their watery graves. Children dared one another to approach the lake after nightfall, and the bravest among them claimed to have heard a hauntingly beautiful, yet chilling melody that resonated from its depths.

Nestled within the heart of a dense, ancient forest, the village lay hidden from the bustling world. Surrounded by towering trees and a sea of vibrant green, it was a place of solitude and tranquility. The thick woods enveloped the village in a natural embrace, concealing its existence like a well-kept secret.

For the villagers, life here was a world unto itself, a haven of simplicity and the quiet rustling of leaves. It was a place where the daily rhythms of life were dictated by the seasons and the cycles of nature.

The journey through the dense woods was a challenge, and the village remained untouched by the hurried footsteps of those from the more populated areas. This isolation was both a blessing and a curse, preserving the village's unique way of life while also keeping it sheltered from the outside world.

On this particular Halloween night, a group of adventurous teenagers from one of the surrounding towns gathered by the lake, their laughter masking the fear that lingered in the back of their minds. Among them were you, a curious and bold young woman. You'd heard the legends but believed them to be mere stories to spook the timid. "I don't get what all the fuss is about," you said, you voice tinged with skepticism. "It's just a lake, and there's no such thing as a rusalka. Not to mention those people live like they would be stuck in some ancient times. That's sick!"

Your friends exchanged uneasy glances. "You're brave, Y/N, but be careful. Some say they've heard a song coming from the water," one of them warned. "I came across an old article while browsing Google," the guy mentioned, "and it mentioned something quite unsettling. It seems that a significant number of people, particularly young boys and girls, have mysteriously disappeared in this place."

You waved it off, unfazed. "I'll prove to you all that there's nothing to be afraid of."

"Come on, seriously?" one of your female friends laughed heartily. "You don't actually expect us to believe in all that internet nonsense, do you, Tom? Witches, rusalkas, and all those creepy tales are just meant to spook the kids, nothing more."

As you approached the edge of the lake, you felt a sudden chill in the air. The night grew darker, and the surface of the water seemed to ripple with a sinister presence. You shivered but continued to move closer. With unwavering determination, you set out to debunk the local legend of the rusalka that had been perpetuated by the villagers. You firmly believed that this eerie tale was nothing more than a concoction, a clever ruse to send shivers down the spines of curious tourists and entice them to leave their money in this quaint, remote place.

Just as you reached the water's edge, a hauntingly beautiful melody began to drift through the night, captivating your senses. The notes were hypnotic, pulling at the very core of your being.

Toga's ghostly figure emerged from the depths, her eyes fixed on you. "Come closer, my dear," she whispered, her voice like a siren's call. "I have something to show you," she sung, playing with her long, blonde hair. Her flowing hair cascaded like shimmering waterfalls. Her eyes, large and alluring, seemed to hold secrets of untold depths, their color an enigmatic shade of yellow, reminiscent of golden sunlit waters. Her complexion was porcelain fair. As a rusalka, she moved with an otherworldly grace, her every motion reminiscent of water's gentle caress.

"Holy shit! Do you see that?!" Tom's exclamation pierced the air, his eyes wide with astonishment.

The rest of your friends were quick to react, their expressions mirroring his shock. Startled whispers filled the air as they instinctively began to move away from the lake shore, creating a small, anxious cluster.

"Come on, let's go, Y/N!" one of your friends called out urgently, waving for you to join them.

"Retreat, guys! This is getting too weird!" another one urged as well.

But it was as though their voices had faded into the distance, a mere murmur in the background, as you continued to draw nearer and nearer to the mysterious entity emerging from the shadowy waters. Its silent beckoning seemed to compel you, a magnetic force pulling you closer with every step.

Your friends watched in horror as you stepped into the lake, your movements guided by the rusalka's eerie song. You waded deeper into the water, your face bearing a tranquil expression that sent shivers down their spines.

As Halloween night deepened, the legends of the rusalka proved all too real for you and your friends. Himiko Toga's vengeful spirit had claimed another soul, and her haunting melody echoed through the chilling darkness. Himiko led you further into the murky waters. As you moved deeper, the moonlight cast an eerie glow upon the lake's surface, creating an unsettling spectacle. The world above seemed to fade away as you became ensnared by the enchanting melody.

With each word, her allure seemed to grow, wrapping you in a cocoon of her seductive timbre. The world around you began to blur and fade into obscurity, as though her voice held the power to transport you to another realm. As she spoke, your attention shifted solely to her, her words becoming the only reality that mattered. Nothing else held significance; her voice was your anchor and your universe, a hypnotic cadence that pulled you deeper into its spell.

The rusalka's voice was both beautiful and melancholic. It whispered secrets of the underwater world, of long-forgotten loves and tragedies that had unfolded beneath the waves. Your thoughts and fears were replaced by a sense of tranquility, your will utterly dominated by the rusalka's spell.

Himiko leaned in, her yellowish eyes locked onto yours with an intensity that sent a shiver down your spine. Her voice was a sultry, almost hypnotic purr as she spoke, "You know, becoming one with me, it's going to be… exquisite. All I need is just a tiny, little taste of your blood."

You couldn't help but feel a mixture of curiosity and trepidation, "What do you mean?"

A sly grin curved her lips as she explained, "Well, it's quite simple, really, my sweet darling! Just a drop of your blood, a mere morsel of your essence, and we'll be forever connected. Our desires, our pleasures, they'll meld into a tantalizing dance of passion."

Your heart raced, the air suddenly charged with anticipation, as you asked, "And how does that work, exactly?"

She moved even closer, her breath warm against your skin, "Oh, darling, it's a secret spell only we can share. But trust me, it'll be the most electrifying connection you've ever experienced, hihi!"

Your thoughts were a whirlwind, but curiosity and a burgeoning desire overtook any hesitation, "I… I think I am…"

Unbeknownst to you, every word she spoke was a clever ploy to draw you deeper into the water. Her delicate fingers reached for yours, their touch gentle as they caressed your hand. With a subtle, sensuous motion, she brought one of your hands closer to her lips, her tongue lightly tracing your wrist. Her actions seemed as if she were trying to capture the scent of the life force coursing through your racing heart.

Back on the shore, your friends watched in helpless horror as their friend disappeared beneath the surface. The rusalka's haunting song lingered in the air, creating an unsettling atmosphere.

Meanwhile, your friends hurriedly left you by the lake, determined to seek assistance. As they sprinted towards the village and knocked on several doors, their desperation grew with each step.

Only one door creaked open, revealing an elderly woman. With a sense of urgency, your friends quickly explained the dire situation unfolding at the lake. Desperate to save their friend, your friends sought the guidance of an elderly villager, and it turned out she was known for her knowledge of folklore and the supernatural. She listened to their tale with a heavy heart and instructed them to bring a rare herb that was said to have the power to dispel enchantments. She offered them a piece of the dried herb and decided to help them face the rusalka.

With the herb in hand, the group returned to the lake, determined to break the rusalka's hold over you, even though they were scared you were already long gone. The night was eerily silent now, devoid of the haunting melody that had drawn her beneath the water.

The rusalka sensed their presence and confronted them, her beautiful but malevolent form shimmering in the moonlight. "You dare to challenge me?" she hissed, her voice filled with centuries of anger and sorrow. "You have no power here, weaklings."

Your friends held their ground, brandishing the herb. The elderly villager chanted incantations that carried the power to weaken the rusalka's spell.

Amid the chaotic scene, your friends gathered around the water's edge, their voices raised in a chorus of desperate screams. The rusalka, had a tight grip on you, your head submerged beneath the unforgiving surface already, leaving only your nose and forehead exposed.

"Let her go! Release her!" one of your female friends shouted, her voice filled with a mixture of fear and anger, the urgency in her pleas piercing the air.

But rusalka, with her eerie, yellowish eyes and an ethereal grip on your form, seemed indifferent to their protests. Her grip remained relentless, and her silent, haunting stare seemed to taunt your friends' futile efforts.

The tension in the air was palpable as your loved ones desperately tried to break the hold of this mysterious, otherworldly being, their voices echoing in a symphony of fear and determination, all while you struggled for breath, your life precariously balanced between the surface and the depths.

As the herb was cast into the water and the elderly woman chanted her incantations, a subtle magic began to weave its enchantment.

Slowly but surely, Himiko's form started to fade away. Her grip remained unyielding, as she continued to sing her haunting song, a desperate plea to retain her presence. Himiko began to emit an otherworldly, high-pitched squeal that reverberated through the still night. Her voice, though beautiful, had a chilling quality that sent shivers down their spines. It was an eerie, haunting sound that seemed to defy the very laws of reality.

As the piercing notes continued, those witnessing this spectral phenomenon felt a sense of unease. Her voice grew louder, more desperate, as if trying to break through the veil of existence. The air around her shimmered, and she began to slowly fade away, becoming transparent, like a wisp of mist in the moonlight.

With each passing moment, she vanished further, her voice a ghostly memory in the stillness of the night, leaving a haunting imprint on those who had the eerie privilege of witnessing her mysterious departure.

You gasped, your senses returning as the rusalka's hold over you waned. The villager's determined efforts had disrupted the enchantment, freeing you from the vengeful spirit's grasp.

With a final, mournful wail, the rusalka disappeared beneath the water, defeated but not entirely vanquished.

You were safe, but the chilling memory of the rusalka's haunting melody would linger, a reminder that some legends held truths that were best left undisturbed.

The lake would forever be a place of whispered fears and shrouded mysteries.

You, forever changed by your encounter, had a profound respect for the supernatural. You couldn't help but wonder if the rusalka had truly moved on or if she still lurked in the depths, awaiting another chance to ensnare an unwitting soul. You had to concede that there were phenomena that defied the boundaries of time and comprehension, veering into the realm of the supernatural, forever beyond human understanding.

At times, Toga would reappear in your dreams, a haunting presence that both captivated and unnerved you. Her voice, like a gentle, melodic whisper, would fill your slumbering mind. Those enormous, yellow eyes, seemingly capable of peering deep into your very soul, held your gaze, and her untamed, hair was fashioned into two haphazard buns. In your dreams, she would extend an invitation, beckoning you into her enigmatic world. The allure was undeniable, like a magnetic pull that drew you in. But just as you were about to step into the unknown, you'd jolt awake, drenched in a chilling sweat, the remnants of her presence lingering in the recesses of your consciousness.

Years passed, and the memory of that Halloween night at the lake haunted the villagers. The rusalka, though defeated, was never truly vanquished. Her presence lingered in the water, and the lake remained a place of eerie quiet, where the night held its breath as if waiting for the return of the vengeful spirit. And as the years passed, the rusalka's haunting melody became but a distant echo, a testament to the enduring power of legends and the strength of those who dared to face the unknown.

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redskull199987 · 2 years ago

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Staying Alive

Katsuki Bakugou x female!reader

Word count:0.7k

Waenings:emotional Bakugou, it's set in season 6 but no real spoilers, Canon typical violence

Summary: After the fight with Shigaraki and the LoV, you awake in the Hospital and have to take care of an emotional Bakugou...

Masterlist

I had barely been awake for a minute, as I felt someone wrap their arms around me. I almost automatically hugged the person back and as my vision cleared after a few seconds, I realized that it was Mina who hugged me. I heard her sniffle slightly, as she pulled me against her tightly.

"I thought we lost you", she mumbled, as we parted. I stared at my best friend in confusion.

"It takes a bit more than Shigaraki to kill me", I joked. But the depressed faces that my friends made, caused me to loose my smile.

"Where is Katsuki?", I asked after I didn't find him in the room.

"He's still unconscious", Kirishima answered quietly.

"But he's fine right?", I asked, slightly panicking. My memories were slowly returning now and I remembered that he had saved Izuku from an attack, but got stabbed multiple times on the way. As he fell unconscious, I took over his job at protecting Izuku. But eventually I failed too and got hit by an attack from Shigaraki.

Right as Mina was about to answer, the door slammed open. My attention was pulled to the person entering and as I saw who it was, I felt my entire body relax.

"Out of my way, Extras!"

I chuckled at his usual rude behavior, as Katsuki stomped towards my bed.

"Bakugou!?", Kiroshima yelled, but he was not only pushed away by Katsuki but also by the others who pulled him with them to eventually leave the room. Katsuki and me were alone now.

"Are you okay?", he asked, his voice was quiet now and he was looking at the ground.

I smiled gently and leaned forward to grab Katsukis hand.

"I'm fine...considering the circumstances", I clarified and I saw how he visibly relaxed.

"When I...when I woke and...", I saw how Katsuki struggled to voice his feelings, I pulled at his hand so that he could sit down on the bed next to me.

"When they told me that you were still unconscious, I thought I had lost you.", he finally said and for the first time since he entered the room, Katsuki looked up and his eyes landed on mine. And I saw the tears in his eyes. I saw how close to a break down he was.

" I will never leave you", I said sternly, before cupping his cheek,"Do you understand? I would never leave you. I will always stay alive for you."

I saw how the fine cord snapped inside Katsuki and he broke loose. Tears spilled all over his face and a sob he couldn't suppress left his lips.

I immediately pulled him into my arms and I felt how he hid his head in the crook of my neck, while his arms wrapped tightly around my middle.

"I love you, Katsuki", I whispered into his ear. And I let him cry freely without any judgment, because I knew that he never opened up to someone like that before and I was glad the he trusted me enough to see him like this.

Vulnerable.

"I love you too", he finally said after a few minutes of trying to calm down. He slowly sat back up and sniffled quietly.

I raised my hand and gently brushed away his tears, before squishing his cheeks slightly, causing him to smile softly.

"Promise me, that you'll never leave me", he said.

"I promise", I murmured and leaned forward to kiss his forehead, then his nose and finally his lips. I felt him grab my hand, as he deepened the kiss. I felt him smile against my lips, right before we parted. And the smile stayed on his lips.

"I missed this", I said. Katsuki looked at me perplexed:"You missed the hospital?"

"No, silly", I chuckled, "Your smile. I missed your smile."

Katsuki tried to hide it but I saw how his cheeks started to get slightly rosy at my words.

"Idiot", he mumbled, before starting to lay down on the bed next to me. I waited before he adjusted and then threw the blanket over him. Katsuki slowly layed his head down on my chest while he wrapped his arms around my waist.

"It's gonna take awhile before it's going to be normal again, isn't it?", I asked sadly.

"Yeah", Katsuki mumbled, "Let's make it worth it then"

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babygirldabi · 1 year ago

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Runaway Part 6

CW: MDNI, smut with some plot, implied PTSD, mentions of abuse, mentions of past abuser, female reader, implied kidnapping, Daddy kink, creampie, Dabi is a dick but it’s fairly justifiable, I wrote this in short bursts in the past four months so the editing is probably rough, I think that’s all, let me know if i’ve forgotten anything- also this is my first time back writing so it’s not as long as I’d like it to be but I wanted to give y’all SOMETHING

I also want to say thanks for your patience, I haven’t released any writing since my friend’s unexpected death in February and I appreciate everyone who waited so kindly for me to get my shit together. It’s taken me a lot to pull out of this funk and start writing again but you all make it so worth it and ily much

Tags: @kierewrites @osamusriceballs

“Should have apology fucks more often,” he murmurs into your hair, and you roll your eyes.

“I thought you said you’d never make me mad again?”

“Oh, I’ll definitely make you mad again at some point, baby. I’m a fucking idiot.”

You start giggling, quietly at first before wheezing out a breath, and Dabi’s shoulders shake as he laughs with you.

He nuzzles your cheek, plants a soft kiss on your temple. “But I promise, I won’t mean to.”

“Appreciate that,” you whisper, feeling him settle against you as his breathing slows, drifting off. And then, impulsively, “I love you.”

Dabi’s eyes fly open.

“What?” His voice is a hoarse whisper in the dark.

“You don’t have to say it back,” you rush to say, almost at the same time. “It’s okay if you don’t say it back-”

“I…I-” You can feel him hesitating, stiff and uncertain before he sits up. You rise quickly with him.

“I’m sorry, I just needed to say it.” In the shadows, you can just barely make out his eyes, wide and staring at you.

Dabi is stunned. Nobody’s ever said this to him. Maybe his mom, when he was a little kid, but even if she did, he doesn’t remember. He’s not even sure he knows what love is. What he feels for you is strong, absolutely- but love? Does he love you?

“I… can’t?” He whispers miserably, gaze sliding down to the sheets. “...Know that’s probably not what you want to hear, I don’t wanna make you sad-”

“I’m not sad,” you say, almost too quickly, but you reach out and touch his arm softly. “It’s okay. Really. I just needed you to know.”

Dabi is silent for a few seconds, trying to discern the truth in your voice, assuming you’re just trying to make him feel better for being an emotionless piece of shit, but when he raises his eyes to face you again, he doesn’t see any sadness, or anger… no sign that you resent him.

Of course you don’t. You’re a goddamn angel.

You tug his arm downwards gently. “Let’s lay back down. Really, it’s okay.” You sink back down into the sheets, waiting for him to join you. Dabi swallows hard but follows your lead, slinking back down and pulling you towards him so that your back is to his chest. “I’m sorry,” he mumbles, and you stroke his arm gently.

“I promise it’s okay.” And it is. You knew this was a 50/50 shot, given Dabi’s mysterious background and intolerance for sappy things. You know how he feels in other things that he does for you, the way that he treats you. And that’s enough for you.

Meanwhile, Dabi is once again feeling like a piece of shit, thankful for your graciousness, but a piece of shit nonetheless. He knows you wanted to hear it. He just couldn’t bring himself to say it.

Anything he’s ever thought he’s “loved” has left him. He feels like the words are almost a curse, ensuring his perpetual loss. He doesn’t want to feel like that again, if you decide to walk away. Dabi lays there, considering all this, until your breathing slows and deepens. Only then does he close his own eyes, and gives in to sleep.

He can worry about it tomorrow.

You wake up earlier than Dabi the following morning, slipping out of bed as quietly as possible so that you don’t disturb him. Dabi mumbles in his sleep and snakes an arm across the mattress in your direction, but otherwise doesn’t wake up.

Tiptoeing, you gather some clothes and slip out the door, heading for the shower.

The League’s bathroom used to be a fucking nightmare before you were hired. Dust and dirt had filled the drafty space, the checkerboard tiles, clawfoot tub, and outdated toilet all going unwashed for who knows how long…long enough to be a biohazard. In your “Bitch Duty” days, you scrubbed the everloving fuck out of it, and have made it a point to reclean at least once a week. Dabi insists you don’t have to, but you’ve explained to him- several times- that if a bathroom isn’t shiny, you cannot bathe in it.

How can you possibly feel clean if you’re bathing in a dirty tub? You’d asked him, when Dabi argued that your weekly ritual was ridiculous. He’d shrugged and muttered something about how it didn’t matter to him. Well, it matters to me, you’d responded primly. He’d rolled his eyes but smiled, and never brought it up again.

The room begins to fill with steam as you crank the hot water up, stepping out of your clothes and hopping in. If it weren’t for Toga, you truly believe there would only ever be a single bar of soap and maybe a two-in-one bottle on the shelves. Shaking your head at the thought, you reach for the strawberry-scented shampoo you share with Toga and begin to wash your hair; the most taxing part of your shower. Your hair is long and thick and takes a long time to work though. Somewhere in the middle of this, you think you hear the bathroom door open and then quickly shut again.

“Hello?” You call, praying you’re not gonna have to have a conversation with one of the boys about using the toilet while you’re in the shower again.

Yeah, it happened. You don’t want to talk about it.

It was Shigaraki.

Getting no response, you shrug and go back to what you were doing. You’ve just reached the ends of your hair when the shower curtain flies open and Dabi jumps in, making you shriek.

“Baby!”

He grins at you wickedly. “You didn’t wake me up.”

“I wanted you to get your rest!”

He shrugs, still smirking. “I’d rather be in here with you.”

“Well, if you’re gonna be in here with me, the least you can do is help me with my hair,” you sniff, feigning annoyance. Dabi chuckles, swiping one big hand across your soapy scalp.

“Looks like you already took care of that, sweetheart.”

You huff. “I still have to rinse it and then condition it. Make yourself useful, damn it.”

He snorts. “Whatever you say. Lean your head back,” he instructs, and you comply, closing your eyes as the warm water, accompanied by Dabi’s careful hands, rinse the suds from your locks. When he’s done, Dabi pulls the conditioner bottle down, squirts some in his hands, and smoothes it gently through your hair, humming absentmindedly.

His hands are so gentle that you shiver despite the warm water. “That feels nice,” you half-whisper, and Dabi chuckles.

“Any time you want, doll.”

You turn to wind both arms around his neck and pull him in for a kiss. After a long minute, he breaks the kiss and steps back, only sparing your pout a passing glance.

“Sorry. It’s my favorite part.” His eyes gleam as he squirts body wash into a washcloth, rubbing it into a foam, and steps back towards you. Gently, his hands push against your shoulders, encouraging you to lean back against the tiled wall.

You allow yourself to relax completely, melting under Dabi’s touch, warm cloth roaming the expanse of your skin, rubbing you into a lather. You practically purr with content. “D’you do this for all the girls?” You tease him lightly, cracking an eye to gaze at him.

Dabi cocks his head, genuinely considering. “Nah. First time, actually.” He sounds surprised. “It’s almost like you’re turning me into a fuckin’ simp, or somethin’,” he adds in a half-grumble, making you snort.

“I’ll take that as a compliment.”

He stoops his head briefly to kiss your sudsy shoulder. “Should,” he mutters, then directs you under the stream of hot water and begins to rinse you.

You close your eyes and lean into his chest, relishing in his long fingers running through your hair, washing away the conditioner, then skirt down your body, assisting in washing away the soapy trails. His cock twitches against your hip, and you hide a smile as your lips drift up to kiss his neck. Dabi inhales sharply and responds by abandoning his task to grip your ass with both hands, massaging your plump cheeks as his cock hardens against you.

“Fuck, doll,” he breathes, as you give him a devilish grin and turn to press yourself against the wall, offering your ass. His hand trails down your spine, pushing on your back to force you to arch higher for him. “Are you sure? Last night…”

You glance behind you, biting your lip at the sight of his lust-blown eyes sliding down your back. “Please?” You ask, so sweetly he groans in response.

“Yeah.”

With that, he seizes your waist, pulling you back against him and grinding his hard dick against your damp folds, teasing. You sigh, pushing back against his hips, encouraging him.

As you feel him lining up with your entrance, you brace your hands against the wall as well as you can, then close your eyes as he sinks into you. You’re still so sore from the previous night’s three rounds, but Dabi just…does something to you. The ache and the stretch feel delicious.

“Oh, fuck,” you moan, just as he sighs a quiet “Shhhhit.” Gently, carefully, you begin to push back against him; small, tentative pushes that only sink him in deeper. You are rewarded by Dabi’s quiet gasps, the feel of his fingers pressing into your waist so hard, you know he will leave bruises. You don’t mind.

In response to your little pushes, Dabi begins to match your thrusts- how can he not, with the way you’re sucking him in? “Goddamn, baby,” he breathes, pushing one hand into your back to keep you arched as he begins to fuck you harder. “Doin’ such a good job for me, sweetheart.”

“F-feels good,” you whimper, allowing him to take over, his thrusts nearly pushing your face into the wall.

“Yeah? You feel good, baby? Whose pussy is this?” He demands roughly, digging his fingers painfully into your hip.

“D-Daddy’s,” you whine, scrabbling against the tiled wall, trying to hold yourself up against the relentless pace. “Daddy’s pussy.”

“Yeah,” Dabi groans, pumping still harder, “Daddy’s tight little pussy, creamy little pussy…suckin’ me in like this- f-fuck, gotta cum soon, sweetheart, I’m not gonna last-”

Hearing that you’re the reason Dabi’s so unraveled only tightens the coil in your belly, and you begin to push back against him in earnest, feeling yourself climb higher and higher as he whispers filth in your ear. You don’t feel your orgasm coming until it hits you like a train.

“Fuck-!” You cry out, knees buckling as you cum.

“Good fucking girl,” Dabi gasps, catching you before you can fall and holding you against him so he can fuck you through your high, chasing after you seconds later.

“Fuck- ah-ahhh,” he moans, loudly, hips stuttering against yours as ropes of cum paint your walls. He pumps once, twice, three more times before he carefully pulls out, chest heaving as he turns you around and lets you nuzzle into his shoulder, both of you still shaking. You remain there, wrapped around each other, until the hot water runs out. Before it can change to ice cold, Dabi swiftly leans around you and shuts it off, then reaches outside the shower to grab a towel.

“C’mon, insatiable beast,” he teases, helping you step out of the tub before he begins toweling you down briskly. “Can’t stay here all day.”

“I wish we could,” you grumble, and he barks a laugh, handing you a smaller towel to wrap your hair in before grabbing one to tuck around his waist.

Once you’re both dried and dressed, you head to the kitchen for breakfast.

Spinner and Shig are seated at the table, Spinner reading the newspaper and Shig digging into a box of sugar cereal. Beyond them, Toga stands at the stove, scrambling eggs. The coffee maker pops and sputters and steams, filling the room with a fragrant promise of caffeine. You blink in surprise at how domestic this feels, how cozy.

“Good morning!” Toga sings, turning to beam at you and waving the spatula. “You’re just in time. Sit down.”

You obey, sitting down across from Shig, who throws you a brisk glance before digging into his Froot Loops.

Dabi plunks himself down in the seat next to you, snatching a section of newspaper from Spinner, who rolls his eyes but otherwise doesn’t complain.

“What’s going on in the world today?” He questions mockingly, scanning the headlines.

“Maybe more of the country-wide reach for the missing ex Hero?” Shig grumbles, casting you an irritated look. You stiffen as Dabi sighs.

“We talked about this,” he reminds Shig, in a tone that could pass as a warning if he wasn’t talking to his boss.

“Yeah, yeah, we’re a homeless shelter now. Got it.” Shig snorts and digs a spoon into his cereal.

“Shut up and eat your breakfast, Shiggy,” Toga interrupts cheerfully, setting a cup of coffee down in front of him. “Y/N is staying and we are better off for it. That’s just the way it’s gonna be.”

“Or what?” Shig snarls, but takes a sip of coffee anyway, malice fading from his tone.

“Or I leave with her. And, I suspect, Dabi leaves too.”

Your head shoots up to stare at Toga in amazement. She throws you a wink over Shig’s shoulder. Beside you, Dabi raises a singular eyebrow, his lips twitching into a smirk as he stares unblinkingly at his boss, a challenge.

Shig’s already-grayish face blanches at this, opening his mouth to respond before thinking better of it and drinking more coffee instead.

“Now.” Toga claps her hands together expectantly and beams at you. “How do you like your eggs, angel?”

* * *

After breakfast, Dabi announces that Shig is sending him on a day mission. Seeing you scowl at this, he chuckles, ducking down to kiss your cheek.

“I’ll only be a few hours, I promise. I’ll be back before nightfall.”

Your scowl remains; you had wanted the whole day with him. You wanted every whole day with him, but after your hiccup last night, expressing this doesn’t feel comfortable in the moment.

“You’re pouting extra hard today. Why?” Dabi sits on the end of the bed in front of you, reaching out and tugging at your hips until you shuffle between his knees, arms crossed.

“I’m not pouting extra hard.” You raise a hand to your neck, scratching a nonexistent itch, avoiding his eyes.

“Yes, you are. Use your words,” he teases, sapphire eyes peeking up at you between long strands of black hair.

You sigh. “I just hate it when you go on missions without me. I never know if you’re safe.”

He rolls his eyes at this, pulling you down into his lap. “You really don’t need to be worrying about my safety, Princess. I can handle myself.”

“No, I know. I just wanna go with you. I don’t like when- when we’re apart-” for some reason, this admission, despite everything else, makes your face flush with heat. It feels vulnerable, soft.

Dabi smiles and reaches up, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear before cradling your cheek. “It won’t be long.”

You sit on his bed and watch despondently as he pulls on his coat and his boots. “How long?” You finally ask, dressing the answer.

“A few hours, tops. I have to go uptown. I’ll be back before sunset.” He leans down to kiss the crown of your head. “I don’t know who else might be here today, so you might get bored, but you can watch tv or read any of my books. Make yourself at home.” You lift your face so he can kiss you properly before you go back to pouting. “It’ll go by fast, doll. I’ll be back soon.” With one last lingering look, he’s out the door and gone. You hear his faint footsteps cross the front room to the front door, and then that closes, and there is silence.

For a while, you try to stay busy. You really do.

You fold some laundry. You flip through a couple books, and watch tv listlessly. Finally, you wander around the house looking for Toga, or Spinner, or anyone- but the house is empty. Everyone is gone, out and about, to do whatever they need to do. Everyone but you.

You heave a sigh, padding back to your own bedroom, and throw yourself across the comforter. This is the price of the manhunt, the cost of staying with the League, and you get why they’re worried, but you’re just so bored.

I was a hero for years, and they act like I can’t take care of myself, you think resentfully.

Inspiration strikes.

You get up and hurry to the closet, rifling through soft clothes to find the hoodie you were wearing the last time you saw Hawks. Finding it, you seize it and plunge a hand into the pockets until you find what you were looking for.

Ah, there it is. Hawks’ number, neatly written on the folded piece of paper. You’re glad you left it in your pocket, you think vaguely, or else Dabi probably would’ve found it and burned it.

Flipping open your burner, you type the numbers into the message bar and shoot off a quick text:

Hey.

The response comes quickly, quicker than you expected.

Hawks: Who’s this?

Damn, I can’t believe you forgot about me so quickly. You JUST gave me your number.

Hawks: y/n?

The very same (: everyone’s gone and I’m bored.

Hawks: heard. I’m off patrol. wanna go get something to eat?

You begin to type a response, oh, no, I couldn’t, I’m not supposed to leave the house- - and find yourself erasing it just as quickly. You stare at the screen, chewing ferociously at your lower lip, considering.

This could be a good way to show the League that you’re okay on your own. Plus, you wouldn’t technically be leaving the house by yourself- you’d be with Hawks, and he’s working with the League.

But Dabi? A little voice whispers in the back of your head, causing you to hesitate, but only momentarily as you quickly shrug it off.

Hawks is my friend. He’s gonna have to get used to it at some point.

You open the burner and rapidly click out a response: sounds great. Can you meet me here?

Hawks: see you in twenty.

Hawks is positively beaming as you shut the front door, his wings ruffling excitedly at the sight of you.

“Nice disguise,” he teases, scanning you and taking in the black leggings, oversized black hoodie (Dabi’s), baseball cap, and sunglasses. “You look like an undercover celebrity.”

He’s one to talk; a black baseball cap covers his thick honey hair, and dark sunglasses have replaced his usual translucent yellow ones.

“That’s kind of how it feels,” you sigh, your tone expressing just how much you don’t want to be a celebrity. Ever. You switch to a lighter subject as you begin to stroll down the street together. “What’s the plan?”

“Well, I was thinking about a restaurant, somewhere nice, sit-down, but…that’s not really safe for you. So if you’re okay with some street cart food, I have the perfect place.”

You frown. “Sorry.”

Hawks looks surprised. “Sorry why?”

“You should be able to sit down and have a meal if you want. I make that impossible.”

Hawks snorts. “Please. Restaurants are a heroes worst nightmare, anyway. Everyone scrambling and scraping and asking for autographs. I’d rather do something lowkey, anyway.”

You’re not quite sure you believe that, but shut your mouth regardless and follow Hawks up several side streets, coming into a more populated area. People of every age fill the streets, laughing, arguing, chattering. Several food carts steam here and there on the sidewalks, releasing tantalizing scents into the air. You tilt your face back and inhale deeply, mouth watering. Hawks laughs.

“What do you smell?”

You consider this, sniffing more intentionally. “Dango…Korokke…Onigiri?” You look to see him nodding in approval, smiling.

“Which sounds best?”

“Onigiri,” you answer immediately, and he chuckles and leads you over to one particular vendor off to the right.

“Wait here,” he mutters, and you nod and step back as he approaches the vendor and places an order. You take the spare minutes to take in the street scenes before you, people watching nosily. You’re so focused that you don’t notice Hawks approaching until he’s right in front of you; you jump at his voice so close to your ear.

“Lunch!” He holds the rice balls up as proudly as if he made them himself. Handing one to you, he leads you to a bench a few feet up and pulls you down next to him to eat.

It’s nice to sit in a public space with a long-time friend, something you certainly thought you’d never get the chance to do again- and just talk. Hawk tells you about his work with the League, his working relationships with Dabi and Shigaraki, his unexpected fondness for Toga. You lose yourself in hours of conversation before your phone starts ringing.

Oh, shit.

You don’t need to glance at caller ID to know who it is.

Hawks doesn’t see your anxiety and smiles wryly. “Are you past curfew?”

“Well…the thing is…curfew is kind of nonexistent.” You swallow hard, still staring down at the burner.

Hawks looks back at you blankly, not understanding. “Meaning?”

“Meaning…I’m not really supposed to be out of the house, and I decided to go, anymore.”

“Aw, shit.” Hawks sighs. “You’re gonna get me in trouble, aren’t you?”

“Don’t be silly-” You go to answer the phone, but the ringing has stopped. Within two seconds it begins to ring insistently again. You gulp, then flip the phone open and hold it up to your ear. “Hi, baby.”

“Where are you?” Dabi’s voice is frantic, and a wave of guilt washes over you. You should’ve told him.

Hawks laughs easily in the background. “Sorry, man. We lost track of time.”

There’s a long silence on the other end, and when Dabi speaks again, his voice has gone cold as ice. “Where are you.”

“We aren’t far,” you say hastily, nearly tripping over yourself in your haste to stand up, handing Hawks your trash and watching him amble away to discard it. “A few blocks up. We had lunch.”

Silence again. “You weren’t supposed to leave Headquarters.”

You sigh. “Baby, really-”

“Stay where you are,” Dabi instructs, and then the call ends, abruptly.

Fuck.

You turn to Hawks as he approaches, and he frowns. “You’re white as a ghost. Guess that didn’t go so well?”

“We need to get back,” you say shortly, turning on your heel and heading back in the direction you came. Hawks catches up easily, ducking his head and trying to read your face.

“Y/n, he can’t keep you in the house all day. That’s like…prison.”

“It was for my own safety. I shouldn’t have just left, I should’ve at least let someone know-”

“Y/n, hey, hold on-” Hawks catches one of your hands and turns you to face him, holding both of you up in the crowd. “Is he-is he hurting you?”

“What? No!” Yanking your hand out of his grasp, you stare at Hawks in horror. “He would never hurt me. Never.”

The winged Hero hesitates. “Then why are you acting so afraid of him?”

You open your mouth to answer, but you’re interrupted.

Hawks has finally been recognized.

Cries of, “Hawks!” “Hey, Hawks!” “What’s up, Hero?!” Begin to rise from voices in the crowd, a sea of eyes turning on you both slowly but surely. Hawks utters a curse under his breath, takes your hand, and pulls you away. “We need to go, now.”

Already, people are holding up cameras and cell phones, flashes going off in every direction as the crowd becomes more excited over spotting the high-ranking Hero in public, doing civilian things. You put your head down quickly, pulling your hood up and walking as fast as you can behind Hawks as he pushes through the crowd.

This is why, you realize. This is why Dabi didn’t want me to leave. Someone-anyone- could recognize me. Report it to the authorities. Report it to Inferno.

That’s as good as a death sentence.

By now, the paparazzi have joined the fray, clattering after you in the crowd, calling out. “Hawks, is this your new girlfriend?” “Who’s the pretty lady, Hawks?”

Hawks only moves faster, yanking you down a short alley and into another around the back of the first. You have tears in your eyes, just short of giving into a panic attack, huffing as you struggle to keep up with his much-longer strides. You open your mouth to ask him if there’s any way he can just fly you away when a burst of blue fire comes so close behind you, it warms your back.

You jump as the crowd screams and begins to scatter, fleeing in every direction. Dabi stands at the head of the alleyway, blasting blue fire from his palms towards the crowd. A distraction. Granted, a messy one for Hawks, but-

“Fuck, man,” Hawks groans as Dabi turns and strides towards you, his face cold and stiff with anger just lurking under the surface, “Now I have to handle this-”

“Then you should handle it, Hero,” Dabi spits out, not even looking at you as he grabs your arm and yanks you away. “Do your job, protect civilians after you’ve put her life in fucking goddamn danger.”

Hawks looks stricken, opening his mouth to argue and then faltering as Dabi’s words settle in. He’s right. You know it, Dabi knows it, and Hawks knows it.

“I’m sorry,” he mouths to you, and then turns to check in on the still-freeing crowd.

Your only choice is to turn around and try to keep up with Dabi.

“Dabi- I-”

“Not here,” he says shortly, not slowing his pace. “Home.”

“How did you find me so quickly?” You think to ask, still measuring his tone.

“Your burner has a tracker.”

“A tracker-”

“Yeah. In case you were in danger-” Dabi’s voice is sharp as razor blades, “and needed to be found.”

You don’t say anything else.

Breathlessly, you allow Dabi to lead you down the maze of streets that bring you back to Headquarters, not saying a word until he pulls you inside and shuts the door, locking all four of the locks silently behind him. You stand behind him, panting from the near-run he kept you at, and pull the hat, sunglasses and hood off your head.

“Thank you,” you finally begin, “I-”

Dabi whirls to face you, and you’re instantly alarmed at the anger on his face. “What the fuck were you thinking?”

“I-I was bored, nobody was here, I-”

“Do you understand the panic I was in when I got home and you were nowhere? You never told anyone you were leaving, you just left, if Shig finds out, he’ll kill you- I know you’re not this fucking stupid-”

You feel your heart drop into your stomach at the last part. Dabi watches the pain cross your face but doesn’t back off, plowing ahead.

“I thought you were dead- someone could have seen you, someone MIGHT have seen you, for all we fucking know, Inferno could be on his fucking way here right now-”

“Stop.” Your voice is small, but steady. Dabi doesn’t listen.

“...Do everything I can to keep you safe and you’re sneaking out behind my back to have a lunch date in public with a goddamn Hero-”

“STOP!” You finally shout, your anger waking you up at last. “Don’t speak to me like that, okay, I’m sorry that I made you worry, but-”

“OH, SHE’S FUCKING SORRY,” Dabi shouts, laughing mirthlessly. “I have all of one rule in this house and it’s-”

“Stay at home, cook and clean, obey,” You spit back, just as furious now.

“I never said you had to cook and clean-”

“You didn’t exactly stop me, either, did you?” You yell back. “Do you know how unhealthy it is to just keep me here, stuck inside all day- I’m lonely, I’m alone, I’m-”

“Alive.” Dabi’s voice is burning. “You are alive. But you would rather go risk it all, put yourself at risk, put us all at risk, because you’re fucking bored-”

“You can’t just keep me in the house all day!”

“Oh, would you rather go back to being Inferno’s punching bag, huh? Because if you pull this shit, that’s what you’re gonna be. That, or his first fucking charge.”

A silence falls heavy into the room. You stare at the floor, blinking back tears as hard as you can. Dabi’s chest heaves, trying to catch his breath over an anger he can’t quite get a gasp on, and he realizes it’s fear, fear is making him so hateful and mean and he can’t stop because you could’ve died-

Until you shove past him, making your way to the door.

“Where the fuck do you think you’re going?”

“I’m going to see Hawks. Since I’m apparently too much of an issue for you,” you hiss, unlocking the locks with trembling hands.

“Yeah, you go and fucking do that,” Dabi snarls as you swing open the door and step out. “Go see if he can protect you better than I can. See if he can save you. I’m fucking done.”

You don’t answer, just shut the door behind you, and then you’re gone.

Dabi stands in the open room, panting, staring at the door, and then sinks to the floor as his legs give out.

Gone. Gone. Gone.

“Are you sure you’re okay with this?” Hawks asks, sliding the card into the door and letting you into the hotel room. “I’m sorry, I wish you could stay with me but the paparazzi are always watching my place- there’s a lot of windows…”

“This is great, really.” You step into the room, setting a small bag down on the single bed, and immediately go to the windows to close the blinds. The hotel is a smaller skyscraper, and you’re pretty high up, but you don’t trust that there aren’t camera drones out there in the dark, somewhere. “You really didn’t have to do all this, Hawks-”

“I did,” he interrupts quickly. “I did. I got you into this mess.”

“No,” you sigh. “I got myself into this mess.”

After leaving Headquarters, you’d turned the GPS location off on your cell, then called Hawks. It had taken a few hours to find a hotel that was discreet, blending in with the city, and offered extra privacy. Hawks had brought you a small bag of women’s clothes- probably pieces saved and set aside from a number of one night stands, but they were clean, anyway- and paid the hotel extra in cash to ensure nobody would keep a record of him checking in with an unknown civilian. The hotel manager, probably thinking this was a lowkey hookup, had been all too happy to wink and smile and accept the wad of cash you caught Hawks palming him at check in.

You weren’t sure if this was a forever thing, or just for a few days to clear your head before you tried again with Dabi. You weren’t even sure if you wanted to see Dabi again after everything that had gone down this afternoon, but the small ache in your chest that you hadn’t yet allowed yourself to process gave you the idea that you would be giving him a call sooner rather than later.

“So.” Hawks follows you into the room, firmly locking and bolt-locking the door behind him before turning to face you. “I’m on duty tonight. Will you be okay by yourself- do you need anything, food?”

You shake your head. “I’ll be fine. Go to work, please don’t worry about me, I really appreciate all your help-”

Hawks rolls his eyes but smiles gently at you. “What are friends for? Hey, also- there’s some snacks in there, some bottled water, brought you an extra phone charger if you need it. Toothbrush, toothpaste, you should be covered for the night. Tomorrow I can bring you breakfast and we’ll figure out what more there is to be done, okay?” Quickly, he strides across the room and wraps you in a feathery hug, ducking his head down onto your shoulder. “I really am sorry. I should’ve been more careful today.”

You return the hug gladly. “It’s okay,” you say sincerely. “It really is okay. Accidents happen. Thank you for all your help.”

He smiles at you, then slips through the blinds covering the glass door that leads to the balcony. You follow, leaning against the door to watch him ruffle his wings and put his yellow glasses back on. Tossing you one last smile over his shoulder, he nods. “Lock that door, too. I’ll knock in the morning.” With that, he takes off in flight. You watch him swoop gracefully into the night, towards the upper district, and then pad back inside, sliding the door shut, locking it, and covering it with the blinds again. Then you turn to face the large, empty room with a sigh.

For white noise, you click on the TV, but nothing on any channel seems to interest you. You take a quick shower, brush your hair and teeth, and settle into bed, plugging the charger into the lamp on the bedstand, and click off the lights, filling the room with the blue light of the TV. Impulsively, you grab your burner and flip it open, checking for any texts or missed calls from Dabi.

Nothing. Radio silence.

Tears fill your eyes as you gaze at the empty inbox, thinking back to the harsh words and violent emotions from both of you earlier in the day. Processing now, you accept your part, you shouldn’t have gone out, it wasn’t okay- but Dabi’s anger, Dabi’s harsh words, so like Inferno when he was disobeyed- it was triggering for you. You don’t regret standing up for yourself, but you wished you’d just taken space, not left entirely. If you had, you might have been in Dabi’s arms right now, made up already.

After today…you’re not sure you want that.

But you miss him.

Dashing the tears from your eyes in frustration, you toss your phone back on the bedstand and snuggle under all the covers, burrowing deep, and wait to get warm. You force yourself to drift off, before you do something reckless, like call him.

You wake up an indiscriminate amount of time later, confused. It’s still dark- too dark. Did I turn off the TV before I went to sleep? The monitor is off, it’s screen black and dead. There’s a breeze-

You turn and realize with abject horror that the sliding door is wide open, the blinds fluttering against the wind. What the fu-

A hand covers your mouth so that you can’t scream, something heavy and blunt hits the back of your head, and everything goes black.

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imagineanime2022 · 7 months ago

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The League Of Villains Are Suspicious Of Kianna

League Of Villain X Kianna Kimori (Requester's OC)

Word Count: 757

Requested: @nunezs-stuff

Request: Original Request

No one really knows where the suspicion came from, maybe it was not knowing anything about her life before, but then they didn’t even know Dabi’s real name. Maybe it was her ability to disappear and reappear when needed, but then they all had their own lives that they were never forced to give up. Or maybe it was her age because no matter how hard they tried they could not tell how old she actually was, she looked like she should be the same age and Toga but she definitely didn’t act like it.

That was probably why she found herself restrained in a chair in the middle of the warehouse, after the heroes had raided and taken back the younger hero that you had all managed to kidnap, they had decided that it was time to settle the unsettling feeling. Kianna had seen it coming, Twice wasn’t all that good at hiding things but she didn’t fight them when they tied her to the chair, she didn’t shy away when Shigaraki took the seat in front of her, Dabi looming over the back of her.

“What is this all about?” Kianna asked, she didn’t bother trying to see Dabi standing behind her instead she focused on the leader in front of her. “We have a few questions for you.” Shigaraki said as he leaned forward in his chair, his hand slowly moving closer to her knee until it was only a few inches away from her “it would be better if you answered them honestly.” “And don’t bother fighting back.” Dabi said, leaning down slightly to emphasize his presence. “What do you want to know?” Kianna asked, while the intimidation had no effect on her she was willing to tell them what they wanted to know she had nothing to hide after all. “Let’s start with what you're doing here.” Shigaraki answered. “I thought you already asked me that.” Kianna frowned as she looked at the others all littered around the room different distances from her and each other. “I am here for the same reason as the rest of you, the system needs changing.” “I have reason to believe that’s a lie.” Shigaraki argued. “What reason is that?” She asked, Shigaraki only shrugged. “How about you tell me why you think it needs tearing down.” “Why?” She asked. “Answer the question.” Dabi ordered his hands placed on either shoulder, she could feel the heat coming from them. “My sister.” Kianna finally answered. “What?” Shigaraki asked. “My sister was killed, we were sent to live with them, their idea of a joke was bodily harm to us and one day their joke went too far and like I said she died, there were six brothers and there is only one still alive, I killed them all after they took my sister from me so I took something far more important to them, their lives. The heroes obviously branded me the villain, I had to leave, disappear, my brother was left alone and I was punished for avenging my sister.” She explained as she looked at him “satisfied?” She knew by now that she had been fishing around to see if she was a spy, it was easy to see after just the first two questions, they were worried about betrayal especially after everything that had happened with the heroes recently. “Mmm.” He hummed “you left one alive?” “Subaru was the only one that didn’t hurt us the way that the others did, he didn’t deserve to die, he was different to them and they hated him for it.” She explained. “So have you figured out if I’m a spy or not?” “Let her go.” Shigaraki ordered. “I told you she wasn’t a spy!” Toga shouted from where she had been sitting practically barging Dabi out of the way to cut the ropes that held Kianna in place and pulling her away from the two.

“You're convinced?” Dabi asked, Shigaraki shrugged. “If she’s lying she’s very good at it.” Compress finally said. “She has a reason to be here and honestly she hasn’t given us a reason to think that she had anything to do with the attack. Keep an eye on her, if we have reason to, then we will get rid of her.” Shigaraki decided. “Sure thing boss.” Dabi muttered as he walked away. In all honesty they all dropped it easily given the fact that your story seemed to check out with the small amount of information that Giran had managed to dig up about her, he was still looking so for now, she kept you place but rest assured they’d still be watching her closely until there was reason for other action or to stop.

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cartoonfuel · 2 years ago

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Mind Games: Chapter 15

Chapter 15: Mind Games

Rating: Teen

TW: Graphic depictions of violence/gore, some sexual situations (included for comedy and/or plot progression), MC is a bit unstable, mental health, occasional uses of the f-word, quirk addiction

Chapter 1: She’s Awake

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“We’ve been over this, Osamu,” you groaned, sitting across from the restrained villain inside one of Tartarus’ many interrogation rooms. “The League of Villains used you to get to All Might, there’s nothing more to it. So shut up about it already.” Your metal hand moved to scratch the opposite elbow. “Ugh, this uniform is so freakin’ itchy. Now, tell me about your progress. Feeling better than last week?”

You noticed Doppelgänger’s hands both twitch inside his straight jacket, the man’s face parallel to the bright lights on the ceiling above him. “I just feel… tired…”

“I’m sorry your only option was going cold turkey, which may make you feel fatigued,” you snapped. “But you do absolutely nothing all day, so how do you expect me to believe that is the only emotion you’re feeling?”

I miss it.

I hate them.

I hate everyone.

Why would they throw me away like that?

Heroes ignore me.

Villains don’t respect me.

Civilians don’t need me.

We shouldn’t need to deal with a divide between quirkless and gifted.

Yet even with a cool quirk, why does nobody want me?

After staring upward for most of today’s exchange, Doppelgänger swung his head down and looked directly at you through the glass.

Aya, why did people hate me when I was quirkless?

They didn’t even know me.

Tomura said I had potential.

You rolled your eyes. “I agree with him. You do have potential, Osamu.”

Thank you for coming to see me again.

It’s so much easier thinking than actually saying stuff out loud.

No one does this better than you do.

I enjoy our visits.

But since you’ll never give me what I want, I’ll always hate you.

“Using your quirk is one thing, but your quirk requires getting other people involved. I know it was hard going through life without a quirk, but you should’ve thought about that. The only possible way you’d get to use Doppelgänger again is if you were to use it against wrongdoers to help heroes or police subdue them, but with as long as a sentence as you have, I don’t think you’ll get that chance.”

“I know, I know!” he cried out in response to you, flailing in his chair. “Don’t remind me! I messed up, I know!”

Your theory about Ito Osamu’s quirk addiction turned out to be true. He was a young man who received his power roughly fifteen years late compared to everyone else, the new ability quickly taking over his mind and controlling him.

“Just one more time, just let me do it one more time! I can do it to you, even! All you gotta do is take the cuffs off! I’ll let you recover your quirk right away, I just want to feel and see it again! Is that so bad?”

“Yes, it is bad,” you sighed, writing notes down on your clipboard.

“No, it’s not! It’s perfectly normal! I could separate you from your quirk and you could kill it over and over, it’s painless! I could even tell it to kill itself, you wouldn’t have to do anything but stand there! Or sit, lie down, I don’t give a shit! It’d be like a mutualistic relationship!”

“I wouldn’t want that. That would be a parasitic relationship if anything.”

Parasitic?

Is that how you see me?

Just some parasite?

“The League did the same to you, didn’t they, Osamu? Do you really want to make someone else feel the way you do right now?”

Why should I care?

“I guess not,” Doppelgänger snapped in contrast to his thoughts.

“You liar, you should care. Lying is useless when you’re with me, remember?”

“Whatever.”

Although…

“Do you know anything about the League of Villains? Why they tossed me to the side?” Doppelgänger asked, a tear rolling down his cheek. “Why would they abandon me after one failed mission? I thought I’d be useful to them, but they didn’t manage to reach All Might. They didn’t get what they wanted…”

You nervously furrowed your brow.

…Unless they did.

Did they?

Do you know if they were after anything else, Aya?

You gulped. “I’m not sure. You’d know more than me.”

I saw the way Tomura looked at you, right after he tried to decay my arm.

“Maybe they had what they wanted long before you showed up. They pick their members wisely, you know.”

Doppelgänger’s crying continued, more and more tears streaming down his smiling face.

You’re connected to him, aren’t you?

“I can tell because that’s how True Vision works!” Doppelgänger raised his voice, going back and forth between thoughts and speech.

But how?

Were you his girlfriend?

Sister?

Mother?

Your clipboard fell to the floor as you stood up, anger festering within you as you slammed your fists on the window between you and him. “You think I look old enough to be his mother, bastard?! He’s older than me, dammit!”

“I’m just spitballing here!” Doppelgänger giggled endlessly, wiping his wet face on his shoulders. “You’re so angry, Aya-kun! Not to mention predictable! You must be his past lover or his sister then, and we wouldn’t want people to mix those up, so might as well spill the beans! Don’t worry, I won’t tell anyone!”

It can be our little secret.

He stared at you, a different look in his eye now that you were standing so much closer to him.

You know, I wasn’t sure if I’d ever get to see you again, Aya.

You were seething.

You and that pretty little face of yours.

Abruptly, some Tartarus guards opened the door behind you, rushing in to calm you down. It didn’t take them long to snap you out of it, encouraging you to move on to your next assignment. On your way out, your pride kept you from holding your tongue.

“Half,” you growled at Doppelgänger as you left the room.

“Until next time, Aya! I do hope you’ll allow me to use Doppelgänger again someday.”

It felt so lovely the last time.

Working at Tartarus as a guard specializing in interrogation wasn’t easy, but you had grown to love challenges over the past few months. The facility itself had three different tier levels of security, with you being part of the lowest. You were the youngest person ever hired, but your higher-ups didn’t want to miss out on the opportunity of offering someone like you a job. You weren’t thinking this would be your forever career, but it was at least a solid start.

Given your recent success at the institution, your boss, along with the Japanese government, eventually decided to task you with interrogating All For One. You were a mere three weeks out from your scheduled meeting with him, trying not to think about it as much as humanly possible.

“They want me to interrogate All For One,” you told Midoriya over the phone. “And I’m really anxious about it.” Not only because you’d be face to face with All Might’s rival, but because of your familial connection to All For One’s little puppet, Shigaraki. Midoriya wasn’t aware of this, of course, jumping the gun and trying to determine ways he’d be able to benefit from you interrogating the manipulative overlord.

“No way, that’s insane,” Midoriya told you. “All I know is that he’s locked up tight, so you should be safe. That’s still daunting though. Are you thinking you’ll need any additional moral support? I can always give All Might a call.”

“No, I don’t think that will be necessary, but thanks.”

“I hope you don’t mind me asking, but do you think you could find out as much as you can about his connection to Tomura Shigaraki and the League of Villains?”

“I’ll try,” you responded, collapsing onto your bed. “How’s working with Endeavor?”

“It’s definitely interesting.”

You chuckled at his answer, causally undoing one of the buttons on your pajama top. “Care to expand on that, Deku?”

“It’s complicated and a bit hectic at times, but things are good overall. Kacchan, Todoroki and I are sure learning a lot!”

“That’s great.” Coddling your phone, you rolled onto your side.

“How’s Eri?”

“She’s doing so well! I visit her fairly often. She’s going to grow into an amazing person.”

“I bet! She’ll make a great hero, especially with a quirk like hers.”

“Hey, I should probably get some rest. We can talk about all this more tomorrow.”

“Sure, I’m pretty tired myself.” Midoriya’s voice was soothing as always. “Goodnight, Aya!”

“Goodnight.” You hung up, shifting onto your back and initiating another staring contest with the ceiling.

Before you knew it, you’d passed out.

Not long after, a terrifying voice reverberated all around you, your eyes shooting open in an instant.

“So you’re the one distracting Tomura.”

You wanted to sit up and look in the direction of the mysterious voice, but there was a problem.

“Interesting. Not a bad quirk, either.”

You couldn’t move a muscle. It felt as though a heavy blanket had been draped over you, paralyzing you.

“I wonder what kind of pawn you’ll become.”

The dark figure stalked towards you, now standing at the side of your bed.

“I hear you’re coming to see me in a few weeks. Won’t that be exciting?”

The man towered over you, his hands presumably hidden behind his back.

“I don’t get many visitors.”

You wanted nothing more than to get up and run away from this monster. To make matters worse, you couldn’t read his mind.

“It bothers me that a little cockroach like you snuck around undetected for as long as you did. Oh, I’m sorry. Did I not properly introduce myself?”

Trembling, you tried to focus your eyes on the person’s silhouetted face, though he didn’t appear to have much of a face at all. Was this…?

“I am Tomura’s Master, Shigaraki.”

Gently, you shut your eyes.

All For One.

You finally shot forward and sat up in bed, breathing heavily. Thinking All For One was still nearby, you adjusted your mechanical hand and took aim at him.

But there was no one there.

What made life in your little studio apartment a whole lot tougher was the sleep paralysis that came with working at such a place as Tartarus. You weren’t sure why—maybe it was due to regularly interacting with nightmarish villains like Moonfish and Stain—but night terrors became more and more common leading up to your little date with All For One.

“Shishikura Sir, I don’t think I’m ready to interrogate All For One,” you explained to your boss, seated across from him inside his monochrome office. “Is there really no one out there with a mind reading quirk like mine? No one that you can send instead?”

“We wish not to drag anyone else into this mess if possible,” Shishikura replied, lightly tapping his fingers on his desk. “Because of your involvement with UA High and the League, sending you makes the most logical sense. Why are you doubting yourself now?”

Telling him it was because of nightmares would be foolish, but he didn’t seem to be giving you many options. “I just have a bad feeling, sir,” you said as you adjusted your uniform’s hat.

“Bullshit, we didn’t hire you to waste my time with excuses like that.”

“This is All For One we’re talking about! You mean to tell me you have no qualms about sending an eighteen year old girl to chat with All For One? Listen to yourself!”

“Listen to yourself if you want to keep your job.”

Ugh, this world was so cruel.

That night, you paced inside your apartment. It was a tough pill to swallow, but interacting with All For One was going to happen whether you felt ready for it or not. After finding a few different ways to relax, you snuggled up into bed and drifted away.

Chilled by an unexpected breeze in the middle of the night, your eyes fluttered open, you grimacing at the source. Your sliding back door was wide open, allowing the icy winter air to waft into the apartment.

“Dammit, not again,” you muttered out loud. “Wait,” you whispered with wide eyes, realizing you were able to move your mouth. You slowly sat up, beginning to wonder if you weren’t alone in the room. Unable to hear any nearby thoughts, you assumed you were relatively safe and climbed out of bed to inspect the door. Stepping out on the deck, you surveyed the area for anything suspicious. Being three floors up, you were rather bewildered, every hair of yours standing on its end. Transforming your hand into its gun form, you tiptoed just inside the apartment, eyes scanning the moonlit room. You reached for the lamp nearby, switching it on—or so you thought. Unfortunately, the light never came.

“Sorry to barge in on you like this, but the front door was locked,” a deep voice interjected the silence, fear mixed with confusion coursing through your veins.

“So was the back door,” you countered, squinting your eyes to try and make out the figure now sitting comfortably on your bed. His thoughts matched his words and actions.

“Oops! I guess I must’ve broken it then.” You stole a glance at the door, surprised to see the handle was missing entirely.

Hand on the trigger, you lowered your gun. “Who are you?”

“Ouch.” The character stood up, stalking towards you with a slight limp. “That hurts, Aya. I know it’s been a few months, but there’s no need to embarrass me like that. Am I truly that forgettable?”

Tomura Shigaraki stepped into the moonlight a few feet away, successfully backing you into the corner of your apartment. The glass of the back door was cold against your shoulder, reminding you of the rather vulnerable sleepwear you had on. Feeling humiliated in your tank top and sweatpants, you took aim at the villain again, glaring venomous daggers at him. “You look different.”

“I feel different,” Shigaraki replied, looking down at the palm of his injured hand. His hair glowed white, thick bandages wrapped around his arm and leg.

He seemed more muscular than you remembered, too. “You been working out?"

“I guess you could say that.”

“Dyed your hair, I see.”

“Shut up,” he paused. “I’m here to deliver a message.”

Your brow furrowed. “You?”

“Would you have rather me sent Twice to do my personal shit for me? Compress?” Shigaraki’s tall frame was suddenly much closer than it was a moment ago. “Listen,” he moved again. “This may very well be the last time we speak to one another.”

“One step further, and you’re dead,” you hissed, rudely ignoring his sentiment.

He smirked, taking another step anyway. “Why haven’t you shot me then, hm?” Your face fell, feeling as if he were a whole foot taller than you now. “You can’t, can you?”

Knew it.

“Same reason you aren’t killing me, probably,” you snapped, biting the inside of your cheek to help calm you.

"I see UA kicked you to the curb."

"Not necessarily.”

“And for what? Differing opinions, was it? Different insight?”

“They had good intentions.”

“Did they really?” Shigaraki laughed, making you wish this were only a nightmare. "You sound so unsure of yourself, still going to bat for them! When are you going to switch teams, Aya? I can see it in your eyes. You're still looking for somewhere to belong.”

"You're despicable.”

“I almost feel bad for telling Dabi to tattle on you for your little fumble,” he snickered, frustrating you further. “I figured those scumbags would have you thrown out, and for such a minuscule reason, too. I would never do that to you.”

“You did it to Doppelgänger. Now go away already, I like my life right now."

“What, pretending to care about all those loose canons locked up in Tartarus?” Shigaraki sneered, unexpectedly changing the subject a second later. "Tell me more about your mother."

You obliged, nervously clearing your throat. "She was a very kind woman who had many secrets. Growing up, she would act as if she had always been quirkless, kinda like my dad. Truth was, she had lost her quirk in a battle. After that, she wanted nothing to do with quirks or heroes. Married a quirkless guy, even."

"Typical of a hero,” he scoffed. “Do you know what her quirk was?"

"No, I never found out, didn’t bother to. Why do you ask?"

“First things first, I’m trying to get you to understand heroes. They only care about themselves, your mother included. She lied to her husband for years, hiding her entire life and your true identity from him.“

You simply shied away.

"Secondly, there are only so many ways an individual can permanently lose their quirk, you know. I was curious.”

Registering a freakish thought of his, you began to panic. "Are you here to take my quirk?" you blurted, pressing the barrel of your gun to his forehead.

"I wouldn't dare do that to you," he replied with glowing red eyes, handing you a small slip of paper. "If you change your mind and wish to join the Paranormal Liberation Front, give this number a call. You’re running out of time though, so better act quick." As soon as Shigaraki noticed your fingers leave the trigger, he swiped your mechanical hand away from his face and pinned it to the wall next to you. "This is some cool tech you've got here," he hummed as you struggled against him, anger boiling within you. "But even with this little upgrade of yours, you're still just a little girl." You swung your other fist, him overpowering it in an instant and pinning that one as well, this time above you against the glass door. "With the strength of one, too."

You finally burst, violently kicking the villain in the bad leg and rolling away. You climbed on top of your futon and stood tall, twirling around to face him. “You’re crazy! You show up in the middle of the night trying to play the brother card? I won’t have it!”

“The only card I’m playing is the truth one,” Shigaraki replied, dramatically rolling his vermilion eyes. “Our father hated heroes, too. In some ways, I turned out to be like him.��

“You and your daddy issues. I don’t care!”

“Don’t you wish to know about your father?”

“No, I don’t! You can’t just show up in my life and try to mold it into what you want, Tomura!”

“I don’t care either, so congratulations.” Shigaraki reached behind him and pulled out a hand—your hand. “Which reminds me, I don’t need this anymore.” He gently set it on the coffee table in front of you.

“Ew, I don’t want that,” you growled, hopping down from the couch.

“Sure you do.” Shigaraki wandered towards the back door again, facing away from you. “Enough of these mind games. I prefer shogi, anyway. But I’m warning you, things are about to get—“

The sound of you firing interrupted him, cutting him off and sending him to his knees.

You’d done it.

You’d shot him in the back.

“I’m impressed,” Shigaraki chuckled darkly. “You are something else. Unlike me, you have no problem killing family. Not suited for heroics, not suited for villainy, yet you want to be a part of something. But who cares about all that, anyway?” You blinked nervously, watching in horror as Shigaraki turned to look at you with brown eyes instead of red. “Both are just tools for violence and you know it.”

“I don’t…disagree,” you commented quietly.

Evidently, all Shigaraki had left to offer you was a sinister smile as he melted away, leaving a filthy pile of mud situated just inside your apartment. You sighed deeply, still trying to process what that was. Exhausted, you shut the sliding door and grabbed a mop out of the closet.

You eventually crawled back into bed, catching a glimpse of the detached hand still on your coffee table. You yawned deeply and, just before falling asleep, made note of the small piece of paper resting neatly in its palm.

Name: Aya Shimura

Alias: TBD

Age: 18

Quirk: Mindscape

She can hear the thoughts of anyone within 10-20 meters of her, whether they consent to it or not. It’s actually quite creepy! Over time she has learned to control her quirk and focus it on individual targets. In other words, there’s no keeping secrets from this chick!

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A/N: Thank you so much for reading! I hope you enjoyed Mind Games. 🫣 Just so ya know, a potential "Mind Games Part II: Vigilante Arc" could be a future work of mine! Don’t forget to tune in Spring of 2023 to see if I’ve posted! Thanks again for reading + commenting and I’ll catch ya later!

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nosyrobin · 1 month ago

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Summary: HEY?! A wild blue hedgehog that’s as fast as flash?! WHAT THE—

Sonic!reader who accidentally travels into a comic universe, dc as a choice and accidentally standing in the justice league HQ. “Uhhh.. meow?” The hedgehog says with a shrug. Immediately the hedgehog is running as quick as the flash? Barry or Wally, whatever you think is the flash at the moment is trying to catch the damn hedgehog. But the hedgehog only thinks of this as a game! Smiling before feeling his legs get caught in a glowing yellow rope.

“State your business and name!” The lady with the lasso says holding the animal up. Sonic!reader spits the truth out by how he has accidentally traveled into this universe. The team didn’t want to believe it, but you were still in the lasso of truth. So you were telling the truth. The hedgehog is already friends with flash, who wants to see how fast the hedgehog can do. And seeing how they both can do speed off and stop time while staying slow, yeah they both are downing food together.

Hal who literally makes fun of the quick hedgehog, that was before Sonic!reader took the ring off his finger so quick, flash laughed with the others. Batman only smiled a little before it quickly gone away.

Superman is gushing over how small the hedgehog is. He can’t help but not take Sonic!reader seriously. Really he can’t take the male hedgehog seriously because of how small and how funny and how they are determined to help people. It’s adorable to the man of steel!

Wonder Woman who adore the small hedgehog as well, after learning the adventures Sonic!reader has done and fought during. Wonder Woman smiles at the hedgehog, Sonic!reader then tells about how they have a female friend that wields a hammer. Immediately Wonder Woman is sat down when Sonic!reader describes the hammer and how big it is. Now Wonder Woman needs to know lore.

Gotham villains hate to see Sonic!reader coming when literally next minute they are in jail or in the asylum. Literally poison ivy and Harley were ready for their plan to succeed. But when they took a step forward, they were already in the asylum with a hedgehog swinging cell keys playfully in a guard uniform. “Already ahead of ya! Bye bye!” Then the blue hedgehog is gone.

The hedgehog being wrapped in a blanket like a baby because he got a bit tried when running. Clark is trying not to cry while holding the hedgehog. “Clark…give me the hedgehog.—" Bruce tries to grab the hedgehog. But the super immediately flies away.

Sonic!reader Who does his idle animation whenever speeding away from danger, mocking them as he wags his finger. “Gotta try harder than that!”

Catwoman having her whip around the blue hedgehog, having him hogtied. Sonic!reader is grumbling like the gremlin they are while catwoman, aka Selina is contacting Bruce. “Bruce..I got a hedgehog that says he’s with you..” “sigh..here I come.”

Barry and Wally just watching Sonic!reader speed around, they laugh at how adorable and excited the house. They Wally speeds over to try and stop sonic!reader who got stuff in a box.

“That’s so crash!” Bart says smiling at Sonic!reader who burned into a empty street with their speed. The fire shows a detailed chili dog. “I don’t know what that means, but yeah!” Reader says smiling and high giving Bart.

Impulse who likes Sonic!reader like a brother. Always asking for races and who can shove most food, but honestly it makes impulse and the flash family kinda disappointed to see that you aren’t really like them as you throw up. You eat for energy, they have to eat or else they die. Impulse still likes you treat you like you are part of the flash family, just like the flash does as well.

“You’re too slow!” Sonic!reader says when speeding pass impulse, aka Bart. Bart smiles at this and zooms to catch up which his new brother figure.

Batfamily vs Flashfamily wanting custody over the small hedgehog.

Bruce just training and seeing how fast Sonic!reader is and his potentials before treating Sonic!reader like son he just picked up. (He basically did) Bruce seeing how childish and smart mouth he can be reminded him of one of his sons, so he just basically “adopted” this small hedgehog.

Dick is just not amused at another speedster, what he is amused that this so called “speedster” is named Sonic and is fast like the flash. Reader just shows up in the manor holding up a chili dog with a goofy smile. “Want one? It’s still hot.” Dick couldn’t help but smile at the adorable hedgehog male and took the chili dog. Only he took the chili dog because he wanted to seem nice

Damian who couldn’t care what you are and who you are. Thought he is amused by how quick you are to have the audacity to talk back to him. He found out your weakness and smirks every-time the face of the hedgehog’s face drops at the word “pool.

Tim basically being DR. Eggman for Sonic!reader but more chill and totally not a villian. Tim just wants to know how a hedgehog is talking and is fast like the flash. Maybe he would pull on your quills to get a sample

Jason just reading the hedgehog books, maybe even bringing a comic book to Sonic!reader’s liking as the hedgehog has an oversized shirt with a goofy ahh smile. “Sup Jay!” Sonic!reader says with a smile. Jason just stays quiet and prays that he doesn’t show cute aggression at this hedgehog ass motherfucker.

Sonic!reader who just relaxes in the Wayne manor, talking to Alfred who just freshly made him some chili dogs. Yeah reader can get use to this.

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simpingforheros · 2 months ago

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Pairing: Gotham Knights! Jason Todd X Female! Reader

Summary: Being a mercenary isn’t easy. Being a lab experiment turned mercenary isn’t easy either. Being a Bio-engineered mercenary in Gotham city with a reformed Red Hood isn’t easy at all.

Warnings: Hurt Comfort, Angst with bittersweet ending, Enemies to Friends??, Female Pronouns, Mild Violence, Horrible Fight Scenes (I’m sorry), Reader is basically Black Cat but little different, implied OOC! Amanda Waller, Mentions of Death, Torture, PTSD, and Panic Attacks.

Author’s Note: I guess I’ll give y’all a break from my Toxic! Jason agenda. But I’m not giving y’all a break from calling y’all out on being slanderous to my underrated, unproblematic princess that is GK! Jason. He may not be as pretty as the other ones, but he got a better relationship with his family than y’all have with y’all’s daddies (jk I’m sorry). Also yes, the reader is Black Cat coded because I love her and I want to see Jason with a cool feline counterpart of his own.

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Fuck. FUCK!

Chanted through her mind as she realizes what the hell she has just done. This whole assignment was a set up from the moment that job listing hit her burner phone. Her clawed gloves raked through her hair as she desperately took in her situation.

Months after the death of Batman, criminals became bolder with their crimes despite the lurking remains of Batman’s legacy. New villains and mercenaries came in to either assist Gotham’s veteran rogues or building their own empires among the shadows of the bigger evil’s crimes. However, Y/N didn’t fall into either category.

Originally a lab rat for Amanda Waller to find a cure for her terminal cancer, the cat like mercenary became a quick popular option among gang leaders and the low life to hire to do quick jobs without minimum risk. Of course the cat like persona wasn’t due to her stealth…

A blast rings out of the previously locked door as the girl’s head snaps back. Her body collapses as the roar of victorious laughter fills the air.

“You see how that bitch’s head just snapped back like a twig?!” Victor Sionas laughed through his leather mask as his golden firearm flashed in the fluorescent light of the value.

It was supposed to be a quick heist, minimum risk on her end. Just grab a hard drive with 6.8 Billion dollars worth of stolen and encrypted medical documents and financial records and leave before Black Mask realized she was there. An easy heist for a fair reward.

Victor’s ranting and raving filled the safe in loud echos as his assistant tries to listen to her pager for their normal disposal team. As the crimson slowly sets into the concrete, a faint green glow began to form around her body. The harsh grit releases her life force as it recedes back into her skull.

Amanda Waller wasn’t normally a desperate woman, but when it came to her life, she didn’t care what criminal she had to deal with to get her life back. Even the League of Assassins…

As the pair was about to leave to attend a meeting of some kind, Y/N didn’t know or care to know as her ears ring back into tune. Her body jolts up as she springs back to life in an instant.

As her eyes meet Sionas’ shocked stare, her lips curled into a wicked smirk. Her E/C eyes shined with a new madness as she flexes her adamantium tipped claws, ready to rip out his throat.

Victor quickly raises his gun ready to shoot again as she swipes at his wrist. The appendage falling to the floor as his screams drowned out the echos of his false victories.

“I guess it was an easy job.” She comments before her claws strike again.

Maybe she should ask for a raise to make up for her dry cleaning?

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The crime scene was a bloodbath.

Police scrambled and crawled the building as lights and tape marked the massacre. Every surface, furniture, rug, and plant were all tagged, sprayed, and searched for any bodily matter that could lead you to the person behind this horrific crime.

Black Mask’s gang. A once prominent gang in Gotham city who survived fights between Batman and The Red Hood were all dead. Eviscerated. Slaughtered.

All of the dead were clinging onto weapons as either distinct claw marks either craved them to ribbons or they were killed by their own weapons. Whoever did it clearly attacked the ones who attacked first.

The only survivors were the ones who didn’t attempt to fight the assailant. Victor’s assistant was the only one that was harmed among them with a deep set of scratches on her face with a look of horror in her eyes.

A look Nightwing and Red Hood didn’t like to see even from a criminal.

“And you said you didn’t know why this happened?” Nightwing asks skeptical of the woman’s reliability.

The woman eagerly nods as she sputters out, “We caught her in the safe and Sionas wanted to teach her a lesson…we heard her reputation was only with stealing…not this…”

Jason growls as he grew inpatient with her stuttering, but he takes a deep breath. ‘Be Patient…’ He reminds himself before something made his ears perk up.

“It was like magic or something! Sionas shot her point blank in the head and she just came back to life in an instant!! That’s when she went crazy! We just wanted to get her back for stealing from our off shore accounts. We didn’t know that she was a…monster.”

Fuck.

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Fire. Fire is what it felt like. It crawls from the deepest part of her mind and spreads through her veins like a fever. Her vision tunneled in as memories of all her previous deaths haunting her brain surged forward as her body acted on instinct. Out of fear…

It took three days before the madness faded this time. That was probably the longest time she was trapped in that state since she escaped Waller. Those three days were a fog as she only remembered the splitting head ache from the gun shot and her costume covered in blood.

Once the new broke on a ‘maniac’ who killed the Black Mask’s gang, Y/N knew she couldn’t leave Gotham yet until the buzz died down. She already knew the Bat’s sidekicks were looking for her, so she used whatever cash she had left to hide out in a cheap motel room.

“Fuck….” She groans as her trembling hands dropped her cell phone. Her eyes tried to dart around the aisles of the gas station she was currently hunting for food in. The remaining madness caused her senses to be on high alert and her anxiety to be high.

If she was back home, she could hideout in her apartment with her cat for a month before finding another job listing, but she was trapped in Gotham in a ratty motel.

So venturing to the crummy gas station for some junk food and beer is the next best thing. At least the disinterested cashier doesn’t pay her any mind. 4am on a weekday with a case of beer probably made her just appear to be a normal tweaker.

(Y/N) adjusts her sunglasses and makes sure her silver hair was well hidden under her zip-up’s hood before she brings her items to the counter. The zit faced teen gives her a look over, not hiding the attention he gave to her exposed cleave from the tank top she had showing.

“Ma’am, we don’t allow sunglasses inside the store.” He creaks out. Her (E/C) roll as she takes her sun glasses off. The door chimes as someone enters the store, but her attention was focused on the cashier. When he finally scanned her beer, his cracking voice asks,

“Do you have ID, Ma’am?”

Her hands go to her sweatpants pocket and only feels the cash she brought. Her mental anguish grows as she sighs in annoyance. Her fake id was in motel, and she technically doesn’t exist so she never had a real id.

Deciding to turn up the charm, she smiles sweetly at the teenager as she says, “I’m sorry, but I left my id back at my place. I’m sure you can tell I’m old enough, right?”

Her cleavage seemed to not work its charm as the teen rudely says,

“I can tell you’re old by your hair lady. But I need ID.”

Her eyes widen as a faint glow of green shows as she snaps at him. “I’m not old! I’m 24, you little p-!”

She stops herself as she takes a deep breath as she feels the madness subsided. She really didn’t wanna kill a kid over some cheap beer.

“Fine…I had a bad day so just get me the snacks.” She admits in defeat as she pulls out a hundred bucks. Just as she was going to pay, a hand drops some beef jerky and a case of beer on the counter beside her items. A deep voice cuts the air and causes a shiver to crawl up her spine.

“Add her stuff and beer to my order.” A thick, veiny hand presents the cashier with his ID and a credit card as she turns her head to see who it was that saved her evening.

Before her was a man who stood well over 6 feet tall. His shoulders were as broad as an old oak tree with muscles strong enough to take one down. His face wasn’t particularly the normal standard for attractiveness, but the strong jaw and scar gave him a handsome roughness that made her stomach tighten. It didn’t help that his nearly buzzed hair gave him a military sense, but his eyes were what made her heart stop in her chest. The beautiful green eyes that glowed an unearthly hue that she was familiar with.

She sees it in her eyes everyday. The scar of the Lazarus pit.

(Y/N) almost forgot where she was before the cashier cleared his throat. Her focus returned back to the counter as she grabs her stuff. Before she could run off, something made her stop to wait for the man. Whether it was curiosity or stupidity, she didn’t know.

Maybe she wanted to see what his deal was? Was he with Waller? The League of Assassins? Can he tell she was from the pit too? How different were they? How many times did he die and come back?

The opportunity to speak with someone who may can relate to her outweighed her wariness from her situation. But it was curiosity that killed the cat, right?

As the man starts heading for the door, she follows as she says,

“Excuse me?”

His eyes meet hers as a small smile as he says,

“Hey, I’m sorry for stepping in over there. I understand when stuff isn’t going your way.”

A warmth takes over her face as she says shyly, “No, it’s fine I just wanted to thank you. That was really sweet of you…”

As the two walk out, the stranger's friendly demeanor drops a little as he mumbles into the empty night air.

"So, you're the one who killed Victor Sionas..."

Her breath releases as she hears the pin drop. Her eyes dart around the parking lot as she sees the only vehicle is a old school motorcycle. She doesn't have any weapons and she wasn't sure if how skilled he was or if he had gained powers just like her from the pit.

With a frown, (Y/N) gruffs out, "Yeah...what are you gonna let me enjoy my last beer before you turn me in?"

She looks up to the man as their eyes meet. His eyes studying her as she keeps a tight grip on her bag. Maybe if he charges at her, she can swing the bag to his head and throw him off...

"No." He answers simply as he heads towards his bike. Her eyes widen in disbelief as she sputters out.

"No? I just admitted to murder and you're letting me go??"

"Yep." He answers over his shoulder as he loads his things into the compartment under his seat. Irritation fills her being instead of the relief she should have felt. She stomps towards him as she fusses,

"What's your deal? You buy me a beer and casually ask me if I commit murder? And you're gonna just leave? Did the pit mess you up that bad??" She snaps at him as she stands face to face, face to chest with him. Her eyes glowed eerily as he was filled, and a familiar shiver went down his spine.

His hands clap onto her shoulders as he pulls her close to him. A wave of coldness filled her body as the eerie glow covered his hands. The familiar feeling of the Lazarus pit filled her as he leaned into a whisper.

"The only reason I'm not hauling your pretty ass to Arkham right now is because I understand that it wasn't you when you killed them, Kitty..." His eyes glowed momentarily as a sad look briefly flashed into those green pools. "A petty mercenary who had no history of mass murder on file doesn't just jump to it without warning. The Lazarus Pit fucks up people to their core, so trust me when I say that I understand better than anyone how you feel..."

'Understand? How can he understand?' Her mind unravels as she looks up at him in disbelief. Has he ever woke up afraid of what he might have done the night before? Worry about when someone would come and shoot him in the head or stab him just to see if he could come back without being submerged anymore? Did Waller use him to heal her at the expense of his own pain just to throw him away to fend for himself???

Rage flashes through her as she roughly pulls away from him. Her bag falls to the asphalt as glass shatters. Her eyes are wild as old memories filled her. "Don't you dare say you understand me? You don't know shit about what I had to go through?"

His eyebrows frown together as he grimaces. A look of recognition and guilt flashes before he says to her. "You're right. I don't know what you went through before you died, but I do understand how you're feeling. The anxiety, the rage, the blood lust...I wanna help you."

She laughs bitterly as she figures out something about him. He only died once and was brought back. The skunk stripe in his hair should have given it away when she realized he was similar to her.

"Which time?" (Y/N) asked as she turned around and walked away. "I've died plenty of times to know that you will never understand..."

And she leaves the man alone in the parking lot as she storms off to her motel, not caring if he sees where she went or not. Her heart was beating out of control as she felt the wavering thoughts of going back to him and either hitting him or hugging him.

‘Maybe I need to rest some more….’

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Silence filled the museum as the dust bunnies and art laid undisturbed during their rest from the public eye. Her footsteps were a minimum as she walked through the shadowy parts of the building, trying to find what she was sent to retrieve.

After another week of hiding out, a job was directly pinged for her on the job board. Her eyes squinted at it at first because the offer was a little bogus to her.

‘Steal a painting, retrieve the hard drive inside, and bring it to the disclosed location in exchange for 2 Million dollars in unmarked bills.’

2 Million for a petty thief job that would have more suited Catwoman instead her seemed pretty unusual. But, at this point, her phyiscal cash funds were running low and she still was afraid of using her offshore accounts now that she knows that some zombie like her knew who she was.

Her masked eyes scanned the building’s plaza until she found what she was looking for. A large flowery portrait hanging just beyond the fountain. Her head tilts as she looks at it from afar.

‘Pretty… I wonder if I can find a print of it to buy to hang in my living room…’ Her steps remaining slow and cautious until she reaches the fountain. She looks under where the painting hung, trying not to get too close to it. There was no tag or podium that held the artist’s name or any indication that it was an actual art piece. It was most likely some print from a furniture store catalog or Etsy.

Her eyes rolled as she realizes that the listing was another trap. Obviously from someone who didn’t know shit about art or how to buy mercenaries on the black market.

As if on que, her ears buzzed as she heard the pure instinct take over as she whips around. Her hand immediately stops the staff about to hit her in the face as she elbows the smaller opponent in the stomach before slamming her fist in his cheek to knock him back. The guy gets thrown back a couple of feet as he gasped for the air she punches outta him.

She looks to the guy as she twirls his staff absent mindedly in her hand. His costume and smaller physique gave it away as to who he was. She remembers seeing a tv show story about him the previous night on the news. The boy wonder, Robin. At least the third version of him.

“Hey, tweety bird. You good?” She asked in a nonchalant tone. Her eyes unamused as she watches the kid cough up a lung as he looked up at her in shock that she wasn’t attacking him like he expected her to.

“You know, it’s dangerous to be on job listing boards like that.” She scolds him lightly as she walks around him and grabs his arm, gently helping him up and sitting him by the fountain. “There’s actual killers on that board who would have happily tried cutting you up for pulling a shitty fake job like this.”

The sidekick glares at her as he was already confused as he just witness the girl he was sure killed an entire gang just casually scold him. “Like how you did with Black Mask?”

Her eyes flashed with guilt before the nonchalant personality appeared again as she focused on throwing the staff up to make it spin. “It was self defense. He and his gang had it coming for all the child drug peddling and the lives he ruined.”

A heavier drop down of three other figures caught her attention as she looks around. Nightwing, Batgirl, and Red Hood were surrounding the fountain, blocking her in. Her anxiety rising as she hides it with a now playful smile.

“Damn, didn’t realize little old me warranted for the whole family to come get me.” She says playfully. “Don’t worry I promise to be out of y’all’s city soon.”

“You still have to pay for your crimes.” Batgirl says as she steps forwards slightly. The feline mercenary tilts her head as she looks at them with now false concern.

“Me? A defenseless street cat?” She asked before laughing. “You can certainly try.”

Nightwing steps closer as her shoulders square up. Her defensive stance rising as she observes him. Way too lean to be the guy she met, and she can tell his face was more pretty boy looking.

“We wanna help you… but you still have to pay for what you’ve done even if you didn’t mean to.” He says softly.

‘So they know…that just means they are gonna be more defensive instead of offensive. They can’t risk killing me when they know I could rampage again.’ Her eyes shine as she laughs coldly at him.

“Oh, you wanna help me rot in prison?” She says as she finally looks at the Red Hood.

Right build, right height, and she’s sure if she can knock that helmet off, right face. That’s the man she met a week ago that affected her so badly. She knew she couldn’t let him get a good grab on her or she maybe toast.

She turns her now glowing eyes back to Nightwing as she smirks. “I think you would be better off letting me leave or else you can see what I actually do when I mean it.” She bluffs.

Movement nearly catches her off guard as Robin tries to rush her again. The staff in her hand flies into his face as she tries to move as Batgirl flies kicks her in the face. Her ears ring as the warm feeling of blood starts to run out of her nose. The cat catches the bat’s fist before she whips her in the face with another punch. She used the disorienting blow to slide under her legs and give a good kick to her knee. The distinctive pop and her cry lets her know she did dislocate the bone.

She remains in her crouched up position, ready to pounce. She can feel their eyes observing as her broken nose begins to heal as it disgustingly pops back into place as the blood retreats back to its original place like it was on rewind. Her wild eyes looks to them and makes notes of their stances.

Nightwing was ready to pounce on her. He stared at her like she was the wild animal that he knew she was. It was a look she was used to.

The Red Hood wasn’t even in an offensive or defensive position. He stood with his back straight as he watches her. Damn his stupid helmet from seeing his eyes, she wanted to know what he was thinking about. Was he bluffing too or was he trying to get a good feel on how to catch her.

Before Nightwing can start advancing on her, Red stops him with a step forward and raises hand. Nightwing looks confused as he asked him.

“What are you doing?” He seethes to him. “We gotta take her down, she already hurt Robin and Batgirl.”

“Out of self defense.” The Red Hood clarifies before chuckling. His modulated voice making the feline theft frown. “If she was dangerous like you think, she could have sliced Robin’s throat with those claws of hers when he first attacked. You guys were attacking first and she responded with non lethal force.”

Her eyes glared at the man as she stands up, slightly agitated. “So? Maybe I just don’t wanna kill a kid?”

Red tilts his head as he turns his attention to her. “Calm down, Kitty….if you surrender, I promise I won’t let them send you off to the pound.”

Nightwing looks at Red in horror as he basically promised to protect a wanted criminal. He didn’t seem to concerned by it. He even surprises his team by removing his helmet as he looks to the one they were chasing.

“I found your file on Amanda Waller’s network. Took me three days, but I know what she did to you, (Y/N).” The man she knew from the gas station.

The images of all the torture she endured flashed through her mind all at once as she remembers all Waller put her through for the sake of her cure.

Multiple executions to test the powers of the pit. Torture and savage punishments for the slightest disobedience. The nightmares and madness that fueled so many panic attacks. The feeling of her organs stolen to be put in that evil woman so she can use her healing factor to win against cancer while she spent days slowly dying and coming back to life over and over until her new organs regenerated back into her.

“Why?!” She snaps at him as rage filled her again. Her confusion over his insistence to help her made her so angry. Why would he wanna help her? Just because they were both dunked in a pool of Ra’s bath water?

“You’re the feared Red Hood! You’ve done worst shit than I’ve ever done and you are trying to act as my savior?!” She yells at him as she stomps towards him.

Nightwing tries to step between them, but Red keeps him away as she finally stood before him. Her hand rips off her goggles, revealing her face to him as she pokes into his chest. Her own chest tightening as her body shook. Her breath was tight as angry tears rolled down her face.

“Answer me, dammit! Why do you think you can save me?!”

“I don’t think I can save you.” He answers honestly. “I wanna help you save yourself…”

A look of grief passes over his eyes as he looks at the shorter woman. A memory of someone she didn’t know making his resolve strengthen.

“I was trapped in a state of anger for so long that I pushed everyone away that was trying to help me…it wasn’t until I lost the one person that tried to save me that I realized how much it meant to have someone just hold a hand out for me…” He says as he grips her shoulders. The expected coldness didn’t meet her. She felt him. The warmth seeping through his gloves into her suit. It felt…comforting….nice.

Her vision began tunneling as she felt her chest hyperventilating as she cries. His gentle words finally breaking her as he mumbles to her. “Let me help you fight the madness so you won’t be alone anymore…”

Her knees buckling as a sob broke through her. The warmth of his arms wrapping around her and pulling her into his chest made her cries so gut wrenching. Robin, Batgirl, and Nightwing watch in shock as they watched Jason, not only be the most gentle he’s ever been with someone, but see a stray tear fall from him eye.

As the two remained tied together as an unspoken bond was formed. A bond between two lost souls forcibly brought back into this world now feeling safe in each other’s warmth.

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Author’s Note: I’m gonna make a part 2 to this one because I actually like it. Let me know if you like this, if you hate it, or whatever. I’m trying to clear out my drafts so expect more Jason and other characters coming out either this week or next week.

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Opposites Attract - a Shigaraki x f!Reader fic

Your quirk lets you capture almost anyone with ease, and you can't believe you let Shigaraki Tomura escape. Shigaraki can't believe it, either, and according to the League, there's only one possible explanation -- you let him go because you've fallen in love with him. He decides to find out if it's true. You decide you won't fail to capture him again. You both get a lot more than you bargained for. (cross-posted to Ao3)

Chapters: 1 2 3

Chapter 1

This was supposed to be your day off. It’s all you can think about, which isn’t a good thing, because you’re in the middle of a villain attack and using your quirk at all requires a significant amount of your focus – but it was supposed to be your day off, dammit. You’re supposed to be doing something fun. Going shopping. Getting a haircut, or mani-pedis, and going out for drinks with your friends at a place crawling with photographers. All the stuff young, single, female pro heroes are supposed to do. So what if you hate that stuff, and you were probably going to sleep all day, wake up at 5pm, make dinner, and marathon the Alien franchise until you fell asleep again? You could have gone out.

But instead you’re here, because Eraserhead caught himself another spinal fracture, and when the doctors threatened to tie him to the bed if he tried to leave before they were done fusing it, he called in a favor you owe him and made you supervise his first-year-class from hell on a field trip to the brand-new Kamino Memorial Park. Go to Kamino Park, they said. It’ll be safe, they said. There’s no way in hell the League of Villains will hit the place a second time.

Well, they’re hitting it, and they’re hitting it hard – and it was supposed to be your goddamn day off. You throw out your arm to stop the trio of students you’re shepherding to safety as three knives thud into the grass in front of you, and make yourself a promise: The next time Eraserhead asks you to do anything, you’re telling him to go to hell.

“Hey, um –” One of the students taps your shoulder, and you know without even asking that they’ve forgotten your name again. “We got our provisional licenses. We can fight now.”

“You can, but you won’t. Create a perimeter and protect the civilians,” you order. You’re not sure why the League of Villains is here, but there’s no way you’re feeding a bunch of kids back into the same meat grinder they escaped from a month ago. “Other pros are on their way, and so are the police. In the mean time –”

You flick your fingers, calling up a magnetic field, and the knives lift out of the grass, hovering in midair. “I’ll keep them busy.”

You consider taking the knives and sending them back the way they came, but unless you want to fatally wound Toga, you’ll just be handing her weapons back to her. You curl your hand into a fist, compacting them into useless wads of metal. You’ve already used your quirk to tear up the park, creating uneven, unsteady terrain that’s dangerous for anybody who doesn’t have a way to take the fight airborne. Now it’s time for you to do what you do best. You narrow your focus, sensing out the concentrations of suspended iron that represent the League of Villains, and once you’ve got them, you lock them down.

Most of them, anyway. One proves a little more difficult to grasp than the others, and you get moving, using one hand to pull rebar and wiring out of the ground. You need it to ensnare the three you’ve already captured while you chase the villain who slipped away from you. You secure Toga and Twice, but Dabi burns his way free, and Twice sends a clone after you. Since it’s a clone, you don’t feel bad about yanking every molecule of trace metals out of its body and turning it to sludge.

Dabi’s on his feet, but you’re a bad matchup for Dabi for a lot of reasons. He’s got a ton of extra metal in his body. He throws his hands out towards you, blue flames already flickering. You fix your quirk on the staples holding him together and start pulling them out.

“What the fuck?” Dabi snarls, recoiling. Blood is already beginning to ooze from the holes on his wrists. “If you think you can just take me apart –”

You yank out another two – one from each wrist. “Stand down. You’ll run out of those before I run out of power.”

It’s true. Your quirk is Magnetism, and using it is easy for you. Using it safely is something else, but you can yank out every staple in Dabi’s body without breaking a sweat or destroying any property. Not that you want to do that. “I don’t want to hurt you, so just –”

There’s a shift in metallic concentration just behind you, and you dive to one side, just in time to avoid Shigaraki Tomura’s hand as it tries to close over your shoulder. A Twice clone is after you, too. You take the staples you pulled out of Dabi and fire them through its eye and throat as you roll out of Shigaraki’s reach. The leader of the League of Villains laughs, low and raspy. “Killing somebody? That’s not very heroic.”

You hate it when villains banter, but you’re not letting that one stand. “That’s not the real Twice.”

You’ve got the real one, and now you’ve got Dabi, too – at least for a few seconds. Maintaining a hold on Dabi, Twice, and Toga at once is within your abilities, but doing that and trying to capture Shigaraki at the same time – and maintain the barriers you’ve set up – and stay sharp enough to bounce Shigaraki into midair if he tries to touch the ground and vaporize Kamino Memorial Park out from under your feet – all of that is testing your concentration. When you lose concentration while using your quirk, bad things happen.

Shigaraki reaches for you again. A hero like Eraserhead would retaliate physically, kick or hit back, but you don’t want to be anywhere near Shigaraki’s quirk. You draw back out of reach, taking a step back every time Shigaraki steps forward. “You’re an underground hero,” he says. “Didn’t you learn what we do to underground heroes from what happened to Eraserhead?”

“Yeah. He shook that off, and sent me to take care of his light work.” The longer you can drag this out, the better – you can hear sirens approaching, and you know that Yokohama’s other pros are on their way. “Isn’t this a little high-risk for you? Returning to the scene of the crime so you can – what?”

Shigaraki sneers at you from behind the hand. “What do you think?”

You really couldn’t care less. Someone shouts for you, and your concentration slips for a second too long. You have to decide who to let go of, and between the three you’ve restrained, Toga’s the least dangerous. You let your control over the iron concentration in her blood relax and focus on trying to restrain Shigaraki instead. He’s hard to get ahold of. His body’s iron concentration is less than it should be. You lock him down for a second, but you can’t get a grip, and he slips free, smirking. “I know who you are,” he says. “The Capture Hero – Skynet. Not much of a capture hero, huh? You can’t even hang on to me. Are you sure the villains you’ve bagged didn’t let you get them?”

“No, they just didn’t have anemia,” you snap. Shigaraki blinks. “You don’t have enough iron in your blood for me to manipulate.”

Anemia’s not uncommon, but you’ve never come across a case this severe in someone you’re trying to capture. His iron concentration is so low that you can’t hold him for more than a split second. That level of anemia is crippling, and the words fly awkwardly out of your mouth before you can stop them. “Are you, like – okay?”

“What?”

He’s stopped trying to grab you. You should capitalize on it, pull up more rebar and wire to hold him down, but your mind’s off on its own track. “Do you get headaches?” you ask. “What about dizziness? Do you get tired a lot?”

Shigaraki looks disconcerted. He nods – then shakes his head, snarls, and sinks back into a fighting stance. “Why do you care?”

“What about a rapid heart rate even when you’re not doing anything?” When he’s doing something, like he is right now, it’s got to be even worse. You two have been trading barbs for thirty seconds at most and he’s out of breath. “You need to take care of yourself. This isn’t healthy.”

“Shut up!” Shigaraki lunges for you, and you twist aside. You get a good look at his fingernails as his hand goes by. They’re pale instead of pink. “Why do you care? So you can capture me and keep your precious reputation?”

You’re actually a little insulted. “So you don’t die!”

Shigaraki stares at you. The hand reaching out for you drops, and you close the distance between the two of you to shove him hard, knocking him backwards. Once he hits the concrete, you’ll figure something else out. You can hold him until someone else gets here.

But someone else is here, and they’re not here to help you. Shigaraki tumbles directly into a warp gate, staring at you like you’ve lost your mind the entire way.

Damn it. You can’t grasp the warp villain – wherever his real body is, it’s a long way from here, and you’re at risk of losing Dabi and Twice now, too. You tighten your grip on them, but even as you do, you see another portal opening out of the corner of your eye. This one is in midair, threatening to swallow a group of civilians who decided that hiding behind the All Might statue was a better choice than evacuating like the students ordered them to. “The civilians, or my associates,” the warp villain rumbles, from everywhere and nowhere. “Your choice.”

It's not a choice. You release your grip on Dabi and Twice, both the iron in their blood and the metal and wire holding them down, and warp gates devour them both. The warp gate above the civilians shuts, decapitating the All Might statue in the bargain, and as quickly as everything began, it grinds to a halt.

“Skynet!” someone snaps from behind you, and you freeze. “You let them go?”

Miruko is Number Six on the charts, and she outranks you by a lot, but you still bristle at her tone. “The civilians –”

“If you’re not stopping villains, you’re not doing your job.” She looks pissed. You have a feeling that she’s only holding off on kicking you because it’ll look bad in front of everybody. “If you’d held onto them a second longer, I’d have been here, and –”

“We could have helped!” That’s one of Eraserhead’s students – the one with the spiky red hair. “If you’d let us help –”

“You’re just kids. Do you have any idea what Eraser would do to me if I had –” You trail off when you realize that whatever it is, Eraser’s going to do it to you anyway for even letting the kids near the League of Villains. “I was the senior hero at the scene. It was my call. If you did what I told you – which you did – you did the right thing.”

“You did the right thing,” Miruko says to the student. The police are here. The cars skid to a stop, and you feel the iron concentration in what’s left of the park shift. There’s a helicopter in the air, too. More people, more cameras. Miruko is glaring at you. “You’re the one who screwed up.”

Yeah, you did. You stare dispiritedly at the headless statue of All Might as Eraser’s class regroups around you, as somebody starts questioning Miruko – the new senior hero at the scene – about what went wrong here. A few thoughts spin through your head, mainly of the hell you’re about to catch from the press, the heroic establishment, and the HPSC. Shigaraki Tomura’s case of life-endangering anemia makes it in there, and so does a hit of frustration at the fact that you’re in trouble for choosing to save a bunch of civilians from getting bisected by a warp gate. But the main thing that’s on your mind is the same thing that’s been there since the first spurt of blue flames erupted over the park: This was supposed to be your day off.

“Well, that blew,” Dabi says as he picks himself up off the floor of the League’s new hideout. “Whose idea was this, again?”

He’s glaring at Shigaraki. Shigaraki glares back. “I didn’t hear you say we shouldn’t do it.”

“I said we shouldn’t,” Twice pipes up. He’s still got a piece of rebar wrapped around his ankle. “No, it was a great idea!”

It seemed like a great idea when Shigaraki thought of it last night – go to Kamino Park, rattle the heroes’ cages, show everybody that the League of Villains isn’t scared of anything and isn’t even close to down for the count without Sensei to guide them. Then again, Shigaraki was three cans deep into a twelve-pack Compress had lifted last night, so his judgment might have been off. Twice is still talking. “I mean, we scared the piss out of those civilians. Those hero brats were running scared, too! And did you see what Kurogiri did to that All Might statue?”

“No,” Shigaraki says. He looks at Kurogiri. “What did you do?”

“Over there.” Kurogiri points, and Shigaraki looks. The head of the All Might statue is sitting on the warehouse floor. “It would have been a shame to leave without a trophy of some kind.”

“It’s on the news,” Magne sings out. She opted out of mission, and now she’s watching it on the League’s TV, lifted last week by Compress, which is hooked up to their generator, which was also lifted by Compress. “And it’s not looking too good for the heroes. That little one’s in big trouble.”

“Good. She’s a bitch,” Dabi mutters. His hands are bleeding. “What was that quirk, anyway?”

“Magnetism,” Shigaraki says. He feels weird. Maybe it’s the quirk. “She can manipulate magnetic fields. Any metal, on any of us –”

“I didn’t have any!” Twice protests.

“Then she used the iron content in your blood,” Shigaraki says. You told him how you were restraining the others. Amateur mistake. Or it would be, if there was any way to not have iron in his blood – but that’s a problem, too. “She couldn’t grab me. She said I didn’t have enough.”

“Is that so?” Kurogiri studies Shigaraki. “Did she say anything else?”

“Anemic.” It’s a weird word. Shigaraki scratches his neck. “She was weird about it. She wanted to know if I get headaches, or dizzy – or tired –”

The answer’s yes, which is why it was weird. It was weird that you knew. But the weirdest thing is what you said at the end. “She asked me if I was okay, and when I asked her why she gave a shit –”

“She answered you?” Magne mutes the TV, looking surprised. “What did she say?”

“What did I miss?” Toga skids into the warehouse before Shigaraki can answer. “I got away, but none of you came with me, so I went to the meeting spot alone. What happened?”

“The hero let us go,” Dabi grunts. “Shigaraki was just telling us about a little chat they had.”

“Ooh, you talked to her?” Toga sits down next to Twice on the ground, peering at Shigaraki. “What did she say?”

“She doesn’t want me to die.” Shigaraki feels his face contort behind Father’s hand as he says it. “Weird.”

“Weird,” Twice agrees. “Since when do heroes play mind games like that?”

It’s quiet for a second. “So she asked if you were okay and she doesn’t want you to die,” Dabi says slowly. “I don’t know, Shigaraki. It sounds kind of like she likes you.”

Shigaraki’s mind goes totally blank. “What?”

“You must have won her over,” Magne chimes in. “All that charisma you’ve got – how was a poor underground hero supposed to resist the leader of the League of Villains?”

You seemed like you were resisting just fine, until you couldn’t grab him. But it’s weird that you weren’t angry. You actually sounded like you were worried. Like you really cared whether Shigaraki has anemia, or whatever the fuck. Like you care if he’s okay. “Don’t be stupid. That’s not –”

“Come on, boss, don’t sell yourself short,” Twice says. “If you can seduce any hero you want, how come you didn’t seduce Miruko?”

“Ooh, Miruko’s so pretty!” Toga grins. “The other one’s okay, too. What was her name again?”

Shigaraki coughs, trying to make his throat feel less weird, but it’s not just his throat. It’s his face, too. “Skynet.”

“You said she was getting in trouble. I bet that’s why,” Dabi says to Magne. “They must have all figured out that she’s in love.”

“Shut up,” Shigaraki says. Nobody listens. He raises his voice. “Shut up! The mission was a success. Why aren’t we talking about that?”

“We are,” Toga says. Her grin’s devolved into a goofy, dazed smile. “You have to teach me how, Tomura-kun. If we make the heroes fall in love with us, it’ll be even easier to win! I want Ochako. No, Tsu. No, Izuku –”

Shigaraki stops listening. He picks himself up off the floor, hating the way his head spins, and makes his way over to Kurogiri. Kurogiri studies him. “Anemic,” he repeats. “The hero listed the symptoms of iron-deficiency anemia. Do you experience any of them?”

Shigaraki doesn’t answer. Kurogiri waits, just like he always waits, and Shigaraki figured out a while ago that the fastest way to make the itching stop is to answer the question. “Some of them,” he says. Kurogiri’s eyes tilt in the way that means he thinks Shigaraki’s full of shit. “Fine. All of them. So what?”

“Did she say anything else?”

Are you okay? “No,” Shigaraki says, pushing away the memory of how fast your expression shifted, how you went from focused on keeping Shigaraki’s comrades trapped and trapping him the exact same way to looking – worried. “That was it. Kurogiri, do you –”

“Yes, Shigaraki Tomura?”

“I mean, they’re just – they’re joking, right?” Shigaraki keeps his voice quiet. If any of the others hear this, he’s going to have to kill them. And maybe also himself, so he won’t have to remember that he thought about this at all. “There’s no way anybody – I mean, a hero – would like me. They’re kidding. Aren’t they?”

He wants Kurogiri to say yes. He wants him to say yes fast, and then to not pick on him for even considering it, and then to forget this ever happened. Instead Kurogiri thinks about it. “It is not impossible that they are correct,” he says. “Her behavior was unusual for a hero in her position. And it is likely that she knows more about you than you do about her. Perhaps she does have a certain – perception of you.”

“Great.”

“It could be,” Kurogiri muses. “She drew your attention to an issue that impacts your health, and therefore your effectiveness as All For One’s successor. And she chose to let you go. If the hero known as Skynet does have a soft spot for you, it has worked undeniably in your favor. It might behoove you to allow her to continue to nurse it.”

“Yeah, no.” Shigaraki shoots that idea down immediately. Any idea that makes him feel that weird is obviously a bad one. “I’m not going to track her down and say I’m not interested, but the next time I run into her, I’m saying it and you can’t stop me. None of you can stop me.”

He raises his voice, making sure everyone hears, and everyone looks up from whatever they’re doing. “Of course we can’t,” Magne says. “But you’re naïve if you think you can stop her. Nothing can stop a hero on a mission.”

“And nothing can stop true love!” Toga smiles at Shigaraki. “I believe in us, Tomura-kun! We can win their hearts together!”

The weird feeling multiplies. Shigaraki scratches hopelessly at the side of his neck and thinks about the remains of last night’s twelve-pack. Getting drunk again isn’t going to help, but it’s hard to imagine it making things worse.

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keisukebajimipatron · 1 year ago

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hahaha love it

Shigaraki x Fem!Reader - Crushing on the Enemy

Request: @notentirelyhuman: Can you do a one shot with Shigaraki trying to court a fem reader thats part of a rival gang. She’s got a temper but is the strong right hand of the leader. I thought it’d be cute. Dont care if its NSFW or SFW. She likes he’s craziness but is a bit of tsuderee.

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Your opened palms rise up beside you. “I didn’t come here for a fight.”

Despite your words and posture, no one is relaxed. Toga points her knife towards you, her pointed teeth showing in a sinister smile. Dabi glares at you with vigilance, one hand raised in front of him, blue flames flickering from his palm. Spinner has his sword held firmly in his hands. Twice is crouched down, eyes squinted and hands ready to grab his measuring tape. Mr.Compress holds his hat with one hand and stretches another out towards you.

Shigaraki’s redd eyes simply stare at you. Despite the fact that a member of a rival gang, a strong member mind you, is standing in the middle of their hideout, he remains fairly calm.

Being the right hand man, or should he say woman, of a rival gang to the LOV, Shigaraki should feel apprehensive of you. He should be glaring at you and reaching out to decay you into dust. But over the course of the rivalry between groups, he can’t help but admire you.

The few times he’s seen you in battle left him impressed and with the icky feeling of butterflies in his stomach. He despises the feeling with his entire soul. Regardless, it soon became clear to him that his feelings towards you are the opposite of hate.

After taking a long glance at the shabby state of residence, you shrug. “Nice place you got here.”

“What are you doing here?” Toga questions with a growl.

“Where are your other soldiers? Is this an ambush?!” Twice whips his head around so fast you’d think it would be ready to fly off.

“I’m alone. I didn’t come here for a fight.” You shake your hands in emphasis.

“What is the meaning of this visit then?” Mr Compress asks.

A blank expression settles on your face. “I’ve come here with a warning.”

Silence settles over the group as your words sink in.

Dabi speaks up. “Does your boss know you’re here?”

“No. He thinks I’m running an errand. And I will be, soon.” You heave out a sigh before continuing. “You know, I’d like to have a civil conversation.”

Almost immediately after you speak those words, Shigaraki commands his group.

“Stand down.”

There’s no verbal disagreement,only long hestitance. Long enough for red eyes to glare at them. Finally, after nearly a full minute, weapons are depositing,quirks are deactivated and postures relax a bit more.

You drop your hands to your side. “That wasn’t so hard now was it?”

“What did you want to warn us about?” Dabi asks as he leans on the wall.

“Aw, can’t we just chat together like the friends we are?” You reply with sarcasm practically dripping from your voice.

Dabi opens his mouth but Shigaraki interjects.

“Maybe another time, when we’re more acquainted.”

All eyes except yours snap to shigaraki, his eyes are on you.

“If that ever happens.” You roll your eyes before addressing the league. “Boss knows what happened to your base.”

“Everyone knows what happens to our base.” Dabi growls.

You turn to Dabi, frustration evident in your expression. “No shit. Can I talk uninterrupted? I might be able to get to the warning if you shut up for 10 seconds.”

His blue eyes glare at you. You can see his arguments forming in his mind, but he makes the smart move to suppress them and remain silent.

“Thank you.” You groan out before pacing the room. “He knows what happened, and where you are currently. He plans to ambush you in the morning.”

Everyone turns rigid.

“What?! You’re spying on us!” Twice yells.

“I assure you I’m not. We have a guy who can track people. Before you ask, I have my own way around it.”

Spinner snaps at you. “Why the fuck are you telling us this! Is this some sick mind game you’re playing here?!”

You pause in your steps, a smirk playing on your lips. “A mind game? I wouldn’t call it a mind game.” You turn to face the group, one hand on your hips. “I came here to warn you. But I’m also here with a suggestion.”

Toga snarls at you. “Why would we trust you?”

You shrug. “I don’t know.But I’m the best chance of survival you have right now.” You turn to face Shigaraki, who’s so far remained silent while staring at you. “I suggest you keep moving. Our guy can only activate his quirk for so long each day. If you keep moving, Boss will never get a proper lock on you.”

Shigaraki hums. “That’s a lot of intel you’re giving us. Why are you telling us? Maybe you like us more than your crew.”

A chuckle leaves you. “Nah, I just like the fun game we’re playing. I’dd hate to see it end so soon.”

“So you do like us.” Shigaraki struggles to mask his small smile.

You shrug. “In a way. Take the suggestion however you want. Trust me or don’t its up to you.” you turn to face the door, taking the few steps towards the exit. Just before you leave though, you turn back to the group.

“I’ll see you sooner or later.” With that, you leave. The faint sounds of your footfalls disappearing down the creaky hall.

Immediately after you leave, Dabi faces Shigaraki. “You cannot be serious.”

Shigaraki looks at him in confusion.

“Dude, it’s obvious you got a crush on her and it’s gross.” Spinner adds.

Shigaraki scoffs. “I’ve no idea what you’re blabbering about.”

“Oh don’t play that card with me you love-struck fuck. You couldn’t take you fucking eyes off her. And your attempts to flirt make me want to vomit.” Dabi growls before exiting the room.

“She’s our sworn enemy. As disgustingly cute that was, it won’t work out.” Toga adds before following Dabi out.

Shigaraki growls and yells at them to prepare to move before turning towards the rusted kitchen.

Toga didn’t say impossible. So what if you’re the enemy? He’ll shoot his shot with you.

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dee-writes-anime · 2 months ago

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Cute fluffy Dabi story alert!! Your gonna love it 🥰

Dabi with a female chubby civilian girlfriend who he’s all lovey-dovey for, but one day he told her about he’s a villain? (After he ran into Mr. Compress and Toga on his way home) but she laughed and told him that she knew all along and that she loves him. And then Dabi introduced her as his fiancé to the league, she also explained that her quirk is a healing based but the healing part comes from the food she makes (like Julieta from Encanto)

Just Good Enough For You

FEATURING Touya 'Dabi' Todoroki x Reader

SUMMARY No matter who you are, you are just good enough for me.

CONTENT WARNINGS fluff, LOV crack, Dabi (ifykykyk), mentions of villiany and murder and stuff :)

AUTHORS NOTE stopppp cause this was the cutest, most wholesome request everrrr!!! Thank you so much for sharing this lovely thought with me, I really hope you enjoy how I brought it to life! <3 P.S. I promise the Toge fic is coming, college is eating me alive RAHH

Dabi had never been the type to hesitate. He’d burned bridges, enemies, and even his own emotions without so much as a second thought. But tonight, standing just outside your shared apartment, his hands stuffed deep into his jacket pockets, he was hesitating.

He wasn’t sure how you’d take it.

A villain. A murderer. That’s who he was. And yet, somehow, you’d always looked at him like he was so much more. Like you saw past the charred skin and the cold eyes, straight into whatever piece of humanity he had left. And it scared the hell out of him.

He could still hear Mr. Compress’s voice ringing in his ears from earlier that day.

“So, when are you going to tell your girlfriend who you really are? She’s bound to figure it out sooner or later.”

Toga had chimed in too, her high-pitched giggles grating on his nerves. “Oh, I bet she’d love to see your flames up close! You should show her! I mean, doesn’t she already wonder where you go when you disappear for days?”

He’d brushed them off, made some snide comment about minding their own business, but the truth was, they’d struck a nerve. Deep down, Dabi knew it was only a matter of time before you found out, and he hated the thought of you hating him when that moment came.

With a sigh, he finally pushed open the door and stepped inside, his boots heavy against the wooden floor. The smell of something savory cooking wafted through the air, and despite his anxiety, he couldn’t help but smile faintly. You always seemed to know when he needed comfort. Food had a way of soothing him in ways words couldn’t, and you, with your quirk and your gentle soul, were the only person he’d ever trusted to get close enough to touch his heart.

“Hey, lover,” your voice called from the kitchen, light and warm, like always. “You’re home late. Hungry?”

He didn’t respond immediately. Instead, he walked toward the kitchen, leaning against the doorframe as he watched you move around the stove. You were wearing that oversized sweater he loved, the one that made you look extra cozy and cute. He’d teased you about it once, calling you a “walking marshmallow,” but secretly, he adored how soft and chubby you looked in it.

“Babe?” you called out again, glancing over your shoulder. “Everything okay?”

His silence must’ve tipped you off because the smile you wore faltered slightly. Turning off the burner, you wiped your hands on a towel before crossing the room to him. The concern in your eyes only made the lump in his throat worse.

“Touya… what’s wrong?” you asked softly, your hands reaching out to grasp his scarred fingers.

He flinched slightly at the use of his real name. You always reserved that for the moments when you wanted to break down his walls. And damn it, if you weren’t good at it.

“I need to tell you something,” he finally muttered, his voice rougher than usual. His hand squeezed yours tighter, as though preparing himself for the worst. “Something you probably won’t like.”

The worry on your face deepened, but you didn’t pull away. Instead, you stepped closer, your thumb brushing over his scarred knuckles in that soothing way you always did when he was tense. “Whatever it is, just tell me. You know I’m here for you.”

He swallowed hard, feeling the heat rise uncomfortably in his chest. Why was this so damn hard?

“I’m not who you think I am,” he blurted out before he could stop himself. His eyes dropped to the floor, unwilling to meet your gaze. “I mean, you know my real name, but you don’t know what I’ve done… who I’ve become.”

Your brows furrowed in confusion, and you tilted your head slightly, waiting for him to explain. He’d never been one for long-winded speeches, so he forced himself to just rip off the band-aid.

“I’m Dabi,” he said in a low voice. “The villain. You’ve seen me on the news, you know the stuff I’ve done. I’ve killed people. Burned them alive.” His jaw clenched, his entire body stiff with guilt and fear. “And if you’re smart, you’ll walk away. Right now.”

The silence that followed was deafening. He expected you to recoil in horror, to pull your hand away from his like his very touch would burn you. Maybe you’d cry, or worse—maybe you’d just look at him with that quiet disappointment that always cut deeper than any insult.

But you did none of those things.

Instead, you blinked, a slow smile spreading across your face like you’d just heard the punchline of a joke. “Touya, seriously? Is that what you’ve been so worked up about?”

He frowned, clearly thrown off by your reaction. “What?”

“Babe,” you said with a soft laugh, stepping even closer to him, “I already knew.”

Now it was his turn to blink in confusion. “You… knew?”

“Of course I knew.” You grinned, tapping his chest lightly. “I’m not stupid, you know. It wasn’t exactly hard to figure out. You smell like smoke, you disappear for days, and your scars… I put two and two together pretty quickly.”

His mouth opened, then closed, as he processed your words. “You… knew?” he repeated, dumbfounded.

You rolled your eyes playfully. “Yes, I knew, and I didn’t care. I still don’t care.” You cupped his face gently, your fingers brushing the rough, scarred skin that covered his jaw. “I fell in love with you, Touya. The man who comes home tired but still lets me cuddle him, the man who watches stupid shows with me even though he pretends he hates them, the man who makes me feel safe no matter what.”

Dabi was silent, his throat tight as your words washed over him. He had prepared himself for anger, rejection—hell, maybe even fear—but he hadn’t prepared himself for this. For you.

“How can you love someone like me?” he rasped, his voice cracking. “I’m a monster.”

You shook your head, your eyes softening. “No, you’re not. You’re just… hurt. And yeah, you’ve done bad things, but that doesn’t change how I feel about you.” Your lips curled into a small smile. “Besides, I’ve seen how you look at me. You’re not as cold as you think.”

He let out a shaky breath, leaning into your touch. For the first time in years, he felt something warm spread through his chest, something that wasn’t the familiar burn of rage or vengeance. It was something else. Something softer.

“God, you’re too good for me,” he muttered, shaking his head in disbelief.

You grinned, tugging him closer until your foreheads were almost touching. “I'm just good enough for you, lover, and lucky for you, I’m sticking around either way.”

His lips twitched into a small, rare smile. He wrapped his arms around you, pulling you into his chest, burying his face in your hair. “You’re insane,” he whispered, his breath hot against your neck. “Completely insane.”

“And you’re stuck with me now,” you teased, your voice muffled by his chest.

For a long moment, you stood like that—holding each other in the quiet comfort of the small apartment. Dabi’s heart was still racing, but it wasn’t from fear anymore. It was from something else. Something that made him want to protect you even more fiercely than before.

“You know what?” he murmured after a long silence. “I think it’s time you meet the rest of the family.”

A few days had passed since Dabi’s revelation, and despite the whirlwind of emotions that had followed, things between you and him hadn’t really changed. You still made his favorite meals, still teased him when he sulked around the apartment, and he still pretended to hate your random affection while secretly basking in it. But there was something else now—a quiet understanding that ran deeper than it had before. You knew who he was, what he had done, and you loved him anyway. And he, in his own rough-edged way, was learning how to accept that love.

Still, there was one thing he hadn’t prepared for yet—introducing you to the League of Villains.

The thought had been gnawing at him ever since that night. You had joked about being stuck with him, and in a way, you were. But to be truly part of his world, you had to meet the people he spent his days (and often his nights) with—the people who lived in the same shadows he did.

So, that evening, as you finished plating dinner, Dabi casually dropped the bomb.

“By the way,” he said, leaning against the kitchen counter with his arms crossed, “you’re coming with me tomorrow.”

You glanced up from the dish you were preparing, raising an eyebrow. “Oh? Where are we going?”

“To meet the League.”

There was a moment of silence as you processed his words, and then you blinked, a slow smile spreading across your face. “The League? You mean, your League? The League of Villains?”

“Yeah, them,” he muttered, clearly not as thrilled about the prospect. His fingers drummed on the countertop, betraying his anxiety despite his nonchalant tone. “They’ve been pestering me about you for a while, so I figure it’s time they meet you.”

Your smile widened as you set the dish down, turning to face him fully. “You want to introduce me to your friends? Does this mean I’m officially your girlfriend or something?” you teased, though there was a hint of genuine excitement in your voice.

Dabi scoffed, rolling his eyes. “You’ve always been my girlfriend. This just makes it… official, I guess.” He scratched the back of his neck, his usual confidence wavering slightly. “But don’t get too excited. They’re not exactly what you’d call ‘nice.’”

You chuckled, stepping closer and wrapping your arms around his waist. “I think I can handle it,” you said softly, resting your chin on his chest as you looked up at him. “Besides, if they’re important to you, then I want to meet them.”

Dabi’s gaze softened, his hands instinctively finding their way to your hips. For a moment, he simply looked at you, his heart doing that annoying thing where it felt too big for his chest. “You’re too good for this world, you know that?”

You shrugged playfully, leaning up to kiss his jaw. “I’m just good enough for you.”

The next evening, Dabi led you through the dimly lit streets of the city, the familiar scent of smoke and charred wood lingering in the air around him. He didn’t say much as you walked, though his hand never left yours, his fingers intertwined with yours in a grip that was both possessive and protective.

As you neared the League’s hideout, an abandoned bar tucked away in a forgotten part of the city, he paused, turning to face you with a serious expression. “Last chance to back out,” he said, his voice low. “Once you meet them, there’s no going back. They’re… different.”

You squeezed his hand, giving him a reassuring smile. “I’m not scared, Touya. I want to do this.”

He nodded, his jaw tightening as he led you inside.

The bar was just as you expected—dark, dingy, and reeking of old alcohol and stale cigarettes. The wooden floor creaked under your feet as you followed Dabi through the narrow hallway that led to a back room. The faint sound of voices echoed from behind a door at the end of the hall, and Dabi paused once more, his hand gripping the doorknob.

“They’re gonna say some weird stuff,” he warned, his voice barely a whisper. “Don’t take it personally.”

You raised an eyebrow, intrigued. “Weird how?”

“You’ll see.”

With that, he pushed open the door, and the first thing that hit you was the distinct atmosphere of chaos. The room was a cluttered mess of mismatched furniture, papers, and random objects strewn about haphazardly. Several figures were gathered around a large table in the center, and as the door creaked open, all eyes turned toward you.

Toga was the first to react, her eyes lighting up with unrestrained glee. “Oh my god, Dabi! You brought her!” she squealed, bouncing to her feet and rushing toward you with the energy of a hyperactive child. “She’s so cute! I can’t believe you didn’t tell us she was this cute!”

You barely had time to react before she threw her arms around you in a surprisingly tight hug. “I’m Toga!” she chirped, pulling back to examine you with wide, curious eyes. “I’ve been dying to meet you! Dabi talks about you all the time!”

“He does?” you asked, glancing at Dabi with a teasing smirk.

He scowled, crossing his arms. “Don’t listen to her.”

Before you could say anything else, a tall man in a mask stepped forward, his posture refined, yet his eyes glimmered with amusement. “Ah, so this is the famous girlfriend,” Mr. Compress said smoothly, giving you a polite bow. “I must admit, I was beginning to wonder if you were a myth.”

Dabi rolled his eyes. “Yeah, yeah, she’s real. Get over it.”

Shigaraki, who had been sitting at the head of the table with his usual scowl, barely glanced up from the game console he was playing with. “Great. Another normie.” His voice was dismissive, though you could sense the underlying curiosity behind his disinterested exterior. “Hope you’re not too soft.”

“Trust me,” Dabi muttered, shooting Shigaraki a look, “she can handle herself.”

“Yeah,” you added, smiling sweetly. “I’m not as soft as I look.”

Toga clapped her hands excitedly, bouncing up and down beside you. “Oh, I like her! Can we keep her?”

“Relax, Toga,” Dabi grumbled, his hand finding its way to the small of your back as he subtly pulled you closer to his side. “She’s not a pet.”

Twice, who had been unusually quiet until now, suddenly burst into laughter. “A pet? That’s hilarious! But wait, no, I think she could be a pet! Or maybe a partner! Or maybe—”

“Twice, stop rambling,” Compress interjected with a chuckle. “You’re going to overwhelm the poor girl.”

You couldn’t help but smile at the chaotic scene unfolding around you. It was clear that Dabi’s ‘family’ was as strange and dysfunctional as he had warned, but there was also something oddly endearing about them. Despite their rough exteriors, they welcomed you with open arms—or at least, most of them did.

As the banter continued, you caught Shigaraki glancing at you from the corner of his eye, his fingers twitching slightly as if he was itching to say something. Finally, after what felt like an eternity, he spoke.

“So, what’s your deal?” he asked bluntly, his voice as rough as the skin peeling from his lips. “You got a quirk or something?”

Dabi stiffened slightly beside you, but you remained calm, meeting Shigaraki’s gaze evenly. “Yeah, I do,” you said, your voice steady. “I can heal people.”

Toga’s eyes widened in surprise. “Wait, really? You can heal? That’s so cool! Why didn’t you say anything sooner?”

“It’s not as simple as it sounds,” you explained. “The healing comes from the food I make. It only works if someone eats something I’ve prepared.”

There was a brief moment of silence as everyone processed your words. Then, Twice broke the tension with a loud, exaggerated gasp. “She can cook?! Oh, we’re definitely keeping her!”

“Food that heals,” Compress mused, stroking his chin thoughtfully. “That’s quite an unusual quirk.”

Shigaraki, however, didn’t seem as impressed. “Great. A chef,” he muttered, turning his attention back to his game. “As long as you’re not a liability.”

You felt Dabi tense beside you, his jaw clenching, but before he could snap at Shigaraki, you placed a hand on his arm, giving him a gentle squeeze. “I’m not a liability,” you said firmly, looking directly at Shigaraki. “I’m here for Dabi, and I’m not going anywhere.”

Shigaraki didn’t respond, but there was a subtle shift in the air, a silent acknowledgment that you had passed some unspoken test. Dabi’s hand tightened around your waist, pulling you closer as if to silently thank you for standing your ground.

As the evening went on, the tension eased, and you found yourself surprisingly comfortable in the midst of the League’s chaos. Toga was glued to your side, bombarding you with questions about your quirk and your relationship with Dabi. Twice kept bouncing between joking and making bizarre plans for your future involvement with the League, while Compress continued to make polite conversation, ever the gentleman.

Shigaraki, for the most part, remained focused on his game, though you caught him watching you occasionally, as if trying to figure out where you fit into their world.

And Dabi—well, he was quiet, but there was a certain calmness to him that you hadn’t seen before. He stayed close, his arm resting around your waist or his hand brushing against yours, as if grounding himself in your presence.

By the time you left the hideout, the moon high in the sky, you couldn’t help but smile to yourself. You had survived your first meeting with the League of Villains, and despite their quirks—both literal and figurative—you could see why Dabi had chosen them as his found family.

As you walked home hand in hand with Dabi, the cool night air wrapping around you like a comforting blanket, he finally broke the silence.

“So… what do you think?”

You glanced up at him, your lips curling into a soft smile. “I think they’re… different,” you said with a chuckle. “But they’re important to you, so they’re important to me.”

Dabi’s expression softened, his thumb brushing against your knuckles. “You really are too good for this world.”

You shook your head, leaning into him as you continued walking. “No, I’m just good enough for you.”

For the first time in a long time, Dabi smiled—really smiled.

And in that moment, you knew that no matter what the future held, as long as you had each other, you could face anything.

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