#todorki x poc!reader

[dreamersville]

hi babes☺️ can you do how mha boys would cuddle/sleep with you on lonely nights?? ( cuz im a lonely bitch) like little drabbles on the small things- sorry if it dont make sense but do ya thang luvv thankk youu

#speakingfromtheheart

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an? hi love, we could be lonely together #speakingfromthehwarbflecther  hope you enjoy💜. request are open.

pairing? shinsou x poc reader, katsuki x poc reader, shoto x poc reader, sero x poc reader

tw? fluff, cursing

shinsou- sneaks in after another long session with aizawa tip toeing towards your dorm room. trying his hardest not to make any unnecessary movement that will lead to unnecessary noise that will probably wake you. slips under the blankets, successfully he thought until you turned around and snuggled into his chest. he tenses at your touch at first then relaxes into you, letting out a breath as the tension melts from his body. fixing your bonnet as he plants a kiss on your forehand, letting out a raspy goodnight before he subcums to sleep. 

bakugou- is laying on his back, waiting for you to hurry up so he could go to sleep. you tried to tell him just go to sleep without you, but he just huffed and told you hurry up before you be sleeping in your own dorm. once you finally finish in the bathroom, you crawl into bakugou’s awaiting arms, laughing as he helps put your braids into your pillowcase turned bonnet. mumbling about ‘how you shouldnt have been taking so long dumbass” heating his hands up as the wrap around your waist bring you close go him. humming out a goodnight as you trace wobbly hearts on his chest.

shoto- was surprised you when he walked into is dorm to see you there, sprawled out on his bed in, what he assumes is, an uncomfotable position. he walks toward the bed laughing as he see your scarf on the floor, picking it up and he repositions you so he could re-wrap it securly on your head. laying you in a more comfotable position as he slips i behind you, basically drapping his body over yours since you were going to maneuver your way under him anyway. he thought he would save you the trouble.

sero- said one more game like an hour ago, and you was getting tired of waiting for him to get off the game with denki. he didnt expect you to be standing in his doorway, bonnet halfway off your head, wrapped up in your (his) blanket, whiny about ‘he told you one more game but its felt like 20′. he then decided it was time to get off the game and tend to his very needy girlfriend. he turned of the gaming system, gestures for you to come to him. when you are close enough he pulls you down onto the bed with him. giving you apology kisses all over face and smoothing your hair back into you bonnet for you, as you relax in his hold. 

[lovelyyandereaddictionpoint]

Reformed enji todoroki being delusional? I am intrigued

I’m glad you are!!

But once he has this revelation about how horrible he’s been (up until he actually reached his goal) 

he’s so bent on fixing his relationships he’d let you get away with so much

Romantically as an assistant or as his beloved sugar baby he finds himself falling for he’s not afraid to finally make least of all his beloved happy

For platonic, no matter which age you are he’s working the hardest to make sure your pleased with him 

“Hey Enji, do you mind if I go outside for a bit? I haven’t seen the sun in sooo long.”

“..yes…You love your nature walks don’t you?”

“Uhhh sure, yeah.”

Even if he had you trapped and locked away before his realization after he gives his ‘ima do better, promise’ to Shoto

You can quote him anytime he restricts you against

“Uh you did say you’d try being a better father right?”

“I did…I’m sorry I ever doubted you (Y/n). Here's my platinum card.”

A lot of his rationality goes out the window because he’s so fixed on doing better he’s willing to let you get away with a lot 

But on the flip side of that he starts warping situations to make him ‘good’

After all a ‘good’ father is present in your life

Or a ‘good’ ex-husband will buy you a new car because its just how ‘co-parenting should be’

He’s not as delusional as Deku is 

where you can say “Apples and Bananas” to Deku and he’ll hear “Marry me, Deku!”

Reformed Enji is more like “You may have apologized but I still want to maintain healthy boundaries.” he’ll hear you but rationalize that your young and just a little frustrated

“I see…I’m never going to neglect you ever again!” 

“No no I liked it when you were doing that.”

“No need to be hesitant..I understand your worries.”

“Ugh.” *facepalm*

[yesitsmewhataboutit]

Hi :) your fics give me so much life😭😭😭 Not sure if you're taking requests atm but do you think you could do an omega reader taking care of sick alpha todoroki🥺🥺 I'm such a sucker for hurt/comfort but thank u!!!! Ur writing rocks❤️❤️

Anything For You

Alpha!Shoto Todoroki x Omega!Reader

Omegaverse Key

Masterlist

Warnings⚠️: pain, blood, needles, angst

»»——⍟——««A/n: Bro stawppp thats so sweet🥲 also I woke up at 5am and saw this and immediately started writing. I’ve lowkey been wanting to read this kinda fic so sorry for the trash grammer cuz I’m writing it on my phone but alsooooo I hope this what you were looking for <33

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You and Mina laugh as she tells you yet another story from patrol, for whatever reason she always had crazy things happening while out. You guys had made the joke that she has more stories on weird situations than actually saving people.

You and her walk up to your home, bags in hand, and start fumbling with your keys to unlock the door.

You and her had successfully went shopping. Not for clothes, but grocery shopping since you and Shoto had been so busy the past few days you didn’t have time. Mina had offered to go with you, and of course you weren’t gonna turn her down.

You get the door unlocked and push it open, but before you can even look into your home you’re hit with a very unwelcoming scent.

Your mouth is in an immediate frown as you look up and around your home, your eyes falling on a familiar blanket covered lump laying on the couch. You set your bags down next to the door, instinctively going straight towards what you know is your alpha.

As you get closer his scent gets stronger, having an overwhelming layer of distress and pain all through it. It smells like garbage right after it rains, soggy and moist, but still having the garbage smell.

You round the couch and immediately crouch down, your hand instinctively going into his hair to slowly massage his scalp. He looks terrible. He’s pale, sweating, completely curled up on the couch with a blanket pulled to his chin, and his eyes closed.

“Sho? Alpha, what’s wrong? What happen?” Your voice is quiet and gentle, but as seconds tick by you only get more worried.

He doesn’t answer, so you move your hand to his forehead to feel it, and he feels hot. Very hot. And it’s not a healthy hot with how he naturally feels due to his quirk.

You can’t do much but frown at him, seeing how weak he is. You know he’s awake, but he’s physically incapable of even trying to give you any kind of response.

You glance up, momentarily forgetting about Mina and your groceries, but you can see her just finishing moving and setting all the bags down on your kitchen floor before heading back toward the front door. She gives you once last look, you mouthing a quick “sorry” and she responds with a nod and wave before closing the door.

You turn your attention back to Todoroki, still looking over his features and condition. “Ok, c’mon Sho, let’s get you to bed, ok?” you say gently, moving your hand and rubbing your thumb in small circles on his cheek.

You move to push the blanket off him, getting a glimpse of his hero suit that he still had on. That only makes you frown, thinking about how this morning he’d got up and left without a problem, but also thinking about the fact he must’ve been feeling so bad he came home and immediately collapsed on the first thing he could.

You try to wrap your arm around his, wanting to help him try to get up, but his body is complete dead weight on the couch.

This isn’t super out of character. Whenever he gets sick his body always goes into over drive and shuts down, making moving and doing simple things even harder, but something about this was still different and you could tell.

Even when he was sick, he’s still be somewhat responsive and cooperative. But now, he’s complete out of it.

You look at his face, seeing his mouth slightly agape as he takes in labored breaths, and hard to tell, but his eyes are actually slightly open.

While looking over him you notice his scent glands. More importantly, you notice the way the top of his hero suit is shrugged off, almost like specifically for his scent glands, like somethings bothering them. While you tried to move him you’d managed to turn him on his back, so you can see both of them. They don’t look too good.

They look puffy, strained, almost blue, if not that, definitely red. Plus, the texture didn’t even look like his skin. They looked weirdly moist and “soupy,” like they felt prickly or squishy. You knew that couldn’t be good. You knelt down again, reaching your fingers out to try to graze and feel them.

It’s an immediate reaction from Shoto when you come into contact. You don’t even get a split second to comprehend how it actually feels before he yells, growls, at you.

Honestly, you don’t know what the sound is he makes. It’s a combination of a loud growl, plus a intense scream of pain. Not even to mention the jolt his body does, plus the way his eyes snap open and he bares his teeth.

It makes you jump back away from him several feet. Your own instincts not even knowing how to react. Part of you wants to comfort the alpha in pain, but the other part is scared. Scared from the alpha’s reaction, your alpha’s reaction. You barely even notice the few chirps the leave your mouth as you jump away from him, fearful tears filling your eyes.

None of the emotions you feel last long though. The violent, loud growl from Shoto slowly turns into desperate whimpers as he curls back into himself, feeling the after effects and sting of his scent glands.

The first thing you can think of is to get your phone and call Recovery Girl, asking her to come quick and check on him.

While you wait, you move closer to the couch again, sitting on the floor but settling your hand on his head. Your body is working hard to make your scent overpower his, but it’s no use, it’s too strong.

However, it’s still there, and you know he can smell it, so you don’t miss the way his breathing seems to slow, getting less forced and strained.

Recovery Girl makes it in about 15 minutes. You get up and let her in, explaining what happened, and how he’s not responsive at all, except the one response he did give when you touched his scent gland.

She pulled out her kit and looked over him, and it didn’t take long for her to conclude he’d gotten an infection in the scent glands on his neck somehow.

How it happened could be figured out later, right now though, she had to treat them cause that’s the only way they’ll get any better.

“Would you like to change him out of his hero suit before I treat it?” she asks as she conjures up something from her kit.

“Uh? Should I? I can just wait until you’re done.”

“Well, yeah, you can, it’s just that after I treat it, there will still be some intense pain. He’ll be capable of moving, but I doubt he’d want to. So if you can, I’d suggest doing it now.”

You nod and get up, moving to your bedroom to get some sweats for him. You don’t bother getting a shirt, since you don’t want anything additional against his scent glands to irritate them.

You walk back out to the living room, getting down next to Shoto again and talking gently. “Alright, need you to work with me, ok? Gotta take this off.”

It takes some effort, but you’re able to get the full top of his hero suit off, the bottom half being a little easier. You slip the sweats on his body then take his hero suit and throw it in your bedroom for later.

Recovery Girl is finishing up just as you come back. “Alright, I’m gonna need you to sit right here and hold him up, preferably keeping him as close to your scent as possible.” You’re a little confused, and she can tell. “I have to drain the glands first, and then I’ll give an additional shot that should help the infection, plus some gel to rub over the gland. Judging by what you said his first reaction was, to get this fully done having you, his omega, near is probably the best course of action.”

“Oh…ok.” You’re not thrilled from the knowledge that your alpha is about to be in intense pain she just explained, but you know it’s the only way to help, so you have to ignore the weight your heart feels toward putting him in more distress.

You do as she says, using all your strength to lift him into a sitting position. You straddle his lap and tuck his head into your neck, letting your scent flood his senses.

It’s the first time he’s given a real reaction not due to the pain, but he weakly wraps his arms around you, his head snuggling just slightly deeper into your neck. It’s almost nice, sensual, but you know it won’t last.

“Alright, ready to begin?” you hear Recovery Girl ask from behind you.

“Yeah,” you respond.

She stands, looking over your shoulder to his, lifting her hand with the needle she’s going to use to drain his first gland.

You close your eyes the second the needle comes into contact with the sensitive skin. Shoto’s immediate reaction is the same. He jolts, but you hold him, cooing and purring in his ear as you use a hand to run through his hair, trying to calm him.

Tears fill your eyes as you feel his mouth instinctively open and bite onto you, his teeth digging deep into your flesh. You’re not sure what hurts more, his teeth digging into you, or his nails into your back. His hands had been rested around you, so when she touch him they immediately closed, his nails growing as a defensive mechanism.

Recovery Girl moves as quick as she can, pulling the syringe and draining his gland. Once it’s fully drained she sets it to the side and grabs the second one, ready to start again.

Just like the first time, it’s the same, only this time since he’s already attached to you, he only digs deeper, and you can’t help but let a few chips slip past your lips, trying not to let tears spill from your eyes.

“Are you alright, Mrs, Todoroki?” Recovery Girl checks.

“Y-Yeah. Yeah, I’m fine. You can keep going,” you say, trying not to let your voice be too wobbly.

Recovery Girl continues to work, draining the second gland, then getting the separate syringe and needle for the shot.

When she sticks it in his first gland and starts injecting the liquid, Shoto can only whimper and shake against you, his body try to fight off the pain, but not being able to.

“Shh, its okay alpha, it’s okay. Almost over.” You coo to him and rub the back of his head, holding his body against yours and trying to make your scent as strong as possible for him.

Once Recovery Girl finishes the shots, she puts the gel on each one, then bandages. Each time she came into contact, Shoto’s grip on you got tighter, and you know by now your blood is in his mouth and on his hands, but still, you don’t care. He’s your alpha, and you need to do this to help take care of him.

“All done,” Recovery Girl sighs as she pulls away after putting the last bandage on. You start to pull from Todoroki, trying to remove his mouth and nails from you.

When he detaches, you help him slowly lay down, looking at his face and seeing his eyes open. They’re still only half way, but that’s the most they’ve been since you were there. You give him a smile and lean to kiss his forehead. Even though his eyes aren’t fully open, you can see the tears in them, you know he’s in way more pain than some teeth and nail marks.

“Would you like me to treat that?” Recovery Girl asks, referring to the marks.

“No. I’m be fine,” you assure her.

She nods. “Ok. If the infection comes back or you have any other problems, call me again. These are the pills he should take, 2 a day, morning and night, for 8 days.” You agree, taking the bottle and both say your goodbyes as she makes her leave.

Once she’s gone you quickly excuse yourself to the bathroom, checking your back and neck for any dripping blood. You clean up and change your clothes, grabbing your favorite blanket from your nest and wrapping it around your shoulders, joining Shoto back in the living room.

His scent still isn’t normal, but you can smell more of his natural misty peppermint scent then you could before.

You join him on the couch, slowly lifting up his head, earning a few grunts and whimpers, and you slide under, letting his head come back down and rest on your stomach.

You purr and run your fingers through his hair, the rest of the night being the two of you and his recovery. Even though things didn’t go anything like you planned for the day, it’s ok. Anything for him. Anything for your alpha.

Masterlist - Part 2

[melancholymetropolis]

Skin

Summary:  Business Man Todoroki has been unconsciously neglecting his wife, due to his enormous workload. So, she decides to surprise him at home office.

A/N: Thank you guys for all the love you shared on my first piece! I didn't expect so many people to be so into it! If you want to commission me for a story, click here!

Warnings: This is pure filth with a dash of fluff at the end. Maybe, angst, if you squint. Reader is, also, plus sized! Shoto is a cocky little bastard, but a total simp for his wife. 

Pairings: AgedUp!Todoroki Shoto x Black!Reader

As I grabbed my bonnet off the nightstand, my eyes caught a glimpse of the clock. 12:34 AM. I sighed and looked at the neatly made bed. My husband was supposed to be on the other side, pulling back the sheet and climbing in along with me. But, like most days, he was still in his study, waist-deep in work. Frustrated, I walked to the closet and took a long look at the present I had picked up earlier that day. I was supposed to wear it the following day since he had claimed I would have his undivided attention this weekend. However, my patience had been wearing thin and I was seconds away from throwing myself at him in my birthday suit. Knowing Todoroki, he would’ve found it by the morning anyway and ruined the surprise. 

Before I could change my mind, I stripped out of my oversize cotton shirt and underwear. I threw the items in the hamper and unhooked the lingerie from the hanger. I slipped my legs into the lace cheekies and snapped the garter belt around my waist. After I shimmied into the strapless bustier, I rolled the thigh high stockings onto my legs and clipped the garter belt onto them. I tossed the bonnet on the bed and untied my boxed braids from its messy bun. I slipped my feet in the marabou lined heeled slippers and shrugged on the matching black, silk robe. I rolled on my homemade Love Potion scented oil and fluffed my eyelashes with mascara. I added a little bit of sparkling lip gloss and headed out of the room.

On the way to the study, I had tried to convince myself that what I had done was incredibly stupid and childish. But, I simply debunked that statement with “YOLO” and continued on my journey. The door to the study had been partly ajar. Through the crack, I could see Todoroki typing away on the laptop as if there had been no tomorrow. I took a deep breath and pushed the door open a little more. I knocked twice on the frame and waited for him to look up. He didn’t.

“I promise I am almost done, I just need to type this last statement and I will join you in bed,” his eyes were glued to the computer. “Just five more minutes.”

I looked down at my rose embroidered bustier and back at him. 

Should I just wait until he finished? He did say it wouldn’t be that long.

“Okay, darling?” he quickly shot a look over to me, before resuming his work on the computer. Suddenly, Todoroki stopped typing and stared at me. His mismatch eyes washed over me ever so slowly, taking in every detail. He took his sweet time to meet my eyes again and a smirk fell on his lips. “Lock the door.” 

I stepped into the room and closed the door behind me. I turned the lock to the left and looked back at him. The laptop had disappeared, along with the papers from on top of the desk. Todoroki loosened his tie and pulled it from his neck. He pushed his body away from the desk and leaned back in his swivel chair. 

“Come here,” his voice dropped an octave as his eyes darkened. 

I squared my shoulders and lifted my head. I stared directly at him as I took small steps toward the desk. I brushed my hands along the outside ridge before I walked in between his legs. I scooted my rear on the empty space on the desk. 

The Japanese man closed the distance between us and looked up at me. His fingers glided down the base of my thigh before wrapping around my heeled foot. Todoroki slipped the shoe from my foot and dropped it on the floor. He repeated the action with my other foot. His long fingers kneaded the stocking covered skin on my thigh. 

“I don't know if I should be pleased by this action or angered by it," his smooth voice dressed my ears. 

Todoroki had a way to speak with such authority and pose that it infuriated me. When he wanted to, he could switch on an Alpha persona and command my undivided attention. His voice would get deeper, huskier, and, when he spoke, it sounded as though it vibrated in my earlobes. The feather-like touches on my skin shot electricity through my skin as his gentle humming gave me goosebumps. Todoroki was well aware of how sexually attracted I was of him and would use these tactics against me. Sometimes even in public. The amount of underwear I ruined because of this was laughable. But he didn’t care since it meant that he would see me in new lingerie every so often. 

“Why would you be angered by this, baby?” I asked shyly.

Todoroki opened my thighs just a tab bit wider and scooted his chair closer. “Because I know—” he undid the knot on the belt of the rob. “I am gonna have to explain—” the silk slipped from my shoulders and fell on the desk. “Why my report is missing—,” Todoroki sat my heels on the arms of his chair and pulled my pelvis to the edge of the desk. “In the morning,” his hand kneaded the soft skin between my thighs. His fingers inched closer to my lace-covered womanhood and his eyes flickered to mine. The Japanese man placed his thumb on the moist area and drew small circles upon it. I took my bottom lip in between my teeth and nibbled on it. The skilled muscle slid to the top of my vulva and found the throbbing, sensitive bud. Todoroki drew bigger circles on that spot and my mouth fell open graciously. 

With a smirk on his lips, he mimicked my facial expression. “There we go. That’s the face I want,” he said as he leaned closer. “You like that, princess?”

“Mhm!” I hummed with a nod. I leaned backward on my hands and let my head fall back. 

Pushing my legs further apart, Todoroki rose from his seat. His lips left hot kisses from my navel and up my bustier. His tongue slid up my cleavage to my collarbones. My husband sucked the skin on the crook of my neck tenderly, before nibbling the skin on my neck. The bites increased until he reached my jaw. With one hand still on the sensitive bud, he found my lips. Leaning on my left hand, I laced my fingers in his hair and gave it a slight tug. I opened my mouth, greedily taking his tongue in my mouth. Todoroki flicked his thumb faster. My moans increased to desperate pants. I pulled my lips away and rested my forehead against his. I looked in his eyes as I whimpered under his touch. My legs began to shake slightly as my walls clenched against themselves. The seat of the cheekies was drenched in my arousal and clung to my vulva. My husband moved the digit faster and tingles ran through my body. My toes curled tightly as my pants became louder. I squeezed the root of his hair tighter; I never broke eye contact with him. 

Todoroki smirked deviously and removed his finger from the bud. 

“Why did you stop?” I whined with a frown.

He chuckled and unbuttoned his shirt. “Because if I don’t bury myself in that sweet cunt soon, I’m afraid I'll burst,” Todoroki said as he unbuckled his belt. 

“Well, we wouldn’t want that,” I replied with a tired giggle. 

Todoroki pulled his trousers and boxers down in one go. His member sprang free and bobbed a little. My walls clenched in anticipation. He stepped out of the pants and kicked them to the side. My husband looked down at my clothed core with the same anticipation I had. He unclipped the garter belt from my thigh highs and gripped the edge of underwear. He gently pulled the fabric from my hips and down my legs. Todoroki tossed the panties to the side and placed my legs back in their original position. He rubbed the tip of his member from my bud to my core before sinking himself into me. I inhaled sharply and exhaled with a low moan. The familiar sensation of him stretching my walls was always such a turn on. 

His mouth fell open and a groan poured from his mouth. “Fuck...”

I slowly rocked myself against his hips, hinting that I was ready for him. 

Todoroki started off with deep, long strokes. Savoring every moment of the transaction. Quiet moans left my mouth. The stimulation from earlier still stirring the depths of my being. The pleasure in my body had been reaching its limit and I knew my husband was nowhere near done. 

Bored with that position, Todoroki leaned back just a bit to lift my legs from the desk and rest them on his biceps. He gripped the edge of the surface I was on and began ramming himself into me. The breath in my lungs had gotten stuck in my throat and I forgot to breathe.

���Oh. . .  shit . . .” My mouth formed a large ‘o’ shape and my eyes rolled to the back of my head. 

“There’s the face I want,” he said cockily. 

I leaned back on my hands and threw my head back. “ So. . . good. . .” I grunted as I bucked my hips to meet his.

“Look at my naughty, naughty wife,” Todoroki mused lowly. “Desperately. . . ready to become undone.”

“Ugh~~~,” tingles began to flood my body. Stars flashed behind my eyelids as my legs began to shake again yet again.

Todoroki lifted my legs higher until they reached his shoulders. He continued his steady, but deep pace. His long, ebony locks began to cling to his forehead. Eyes drilling holes into my body. Todoroki slid his hands along the desk and gripped the edge near my shoulders. His member pushed deeper into my, brushing my cervix tenderly. My back slowly fell against the desk, and, to avoid an injury, Todoroki supported my neck with his hand. With hooded eyes, I looked up at him.

“I love you . . . so much,” I whispered as my toes curled tightly.

“I know,” he said with a wide smile. “I love you, too.”

The tingling stopped and a chill ran through my body. My back arched into his abdomen as my eyes rolled back. My mouth stretched open and hips pulsed against his. My nails dug into the wood of the desk. An elongated groan left my lips and I saw white. Todoroki continued to stroke in and out of the smooth canal, chasing his own finish. That actually, ultimately, further stimulated the sensitive area and elongated my climax. 

"Oh. . . My. . . GOD!" The whimper increased to high pitched shrieks. 

Todoroki drops one of my legs from his shoulder and hooks it around his waist. He tucked his arm through space my arched back made against the desk. He lifted my back from the surface, digging the bones from the bustier into my back. With my lifted leg in the air, I used my right hand to grip his shoulder as I lean forward, My left hamstring tingled a little at the position, but I pushed through it. 

“Thank God for Yoga,” he said with a smirk.

“Oh shut up— shit!” Todoroki resumed his deadly rhythm in the middle of my sentence. 

“Mhm, that’s what I thought,” he replied between pants.

The potency of that new position had been lethal; each stroke caused his abdomen to briefly brush against my sensitive bud. The overstimulation caused my legs to shake violently, after a short while. A build-up of pressure found its way in my lower belly and gave off a warm sensation. I dug my nails into my husband’s shoulder and threw my head back. Incoherent words left my tongue, as water gushed from my core and onto the silk garment beneath me. Todoroki’ stroke came to an abrupt pause and a silent scream left his lips. With closed eyes, he gripped the edge of the desk tightly and pushed himself in me one more time before oozing into me. He caught his breath and ran a hand through his hair. A shallow laugh left his mouth as he pried his eyes open. Todoroki lowered my leg from his shoulder and rested a hand on my neck. Thumb on my cheek, my husband lowered his mouth to mine and gave me a passionate kiss.

I hooked my arms underneath his and placed my fingers in his hair. With his other hand flat against my lower back, he arched my body into his and deepened the kiss. He moaned against my lips.

I pulled away from the embrace and chuckled, “You never took off the bustier.”

“I didn’t want to break it,” he gave my lips a small peck. “I actually liked this one.”

“Oh. really?” I said with a raised eyebrow. “You didn’t like the pink one?”

“I mean, it was nice,” Todoroki kissed along my jawline. “But, it is something about you in black. It does things to me.” He nipped the sweet spot on my neck and a shiver ran down my spine.

“Noted,” I replied with a groan. 

“But, it really doesn’t matter what you wear,” Todoroki kissed his way up my neck and raised his head to meet my eyes, “You could wear a garbage bag and I’d still rise for you.”

“Garbage bags are black, honey,” I concluded with a cheerful glint in my eyes.

“Oh, you’re right,” Todoroki said with a laugh. After a few seconds, he paused his laughter. “I just remembered. . . I have a surprise for you, too.”

“You know I hate surprises,” I groaned. 

“But, you’re gonna like this one,” Todoroki untangled our limbs and pulled away from me. He reached into a drawer and pulled out two pieces of paper. He handed them to me. 

“Plane tickets to. . . the Netherlands,” I read aloud. 

“A two-week romantic getaway,” he declared with a nod. “I have been promising you quality time for a while now, so I decided to take off of work for a little while.”

“Looks like I gotta buy some more lingerie, huh?” I questioned with a grin.

“A whole lot more,” my husband said before pulling me in for another kiss.

[delvine]

the garden that is your skin

a/n: part 6! so yeah the consistency train has crashed and ended up in a dumpster fire. i had a major writers block but i am so happy with how this part turned out and i hope you enjoy it as well! also, thank you??? so much???? for 90 followers??? i honestly thought i’d just post my writer stuff in the void with no response, but there are surprisingly a lot of people in the void that enjoy this so yeah that’s so cool and thank you so much!! warning: cursing, soft!dabi, gendered nickname 'princess' pairing: dabi x hero!reader soulmate au where around the age 4 til 8, a tattoo of a flower appears on your body. the place where the tattoo is, is where your soulmate touches you first. word count:  3K taglist : @rosecolored-bi , @rainningdoom, @sageandberries-png, @waffleareniceandfluffy, @pablopascal

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You had no idea what kept Dabi so busy that he couldn’t even sleep or at least take a nap. You don’t know if you were even annoyed by his sudden absence since three weeks ago. But it was lonely, especially since you apparently couldn’t bring yourself to dream about anything else. You were just stuck in oblivion with no one but yourself to keep you company. But as the nights passed, you were getting used to it, enjoying it even. Talking to yourself, dancing to short parts of songs that were stuck in your head or just resting. It was maybe even something you needed. A reminder that you’re human, an individual. With your own free will and thoughts. No destined bond you have now could change the fact that you, your body, your mind, your spirit, it was all yours.

You were just peacefully talking to yourself or to whoever might also be stuck in the void for the night. All was well before you heard a huge bang. Not from inside the void, but outside. It was close to sounding like distant thunder, but despite your slight concern you ignored it, thinking it couldn’t hurt you. But as you tried to speak again, another bang was heard. Okay, so maybe it could hurt you.

You tried to get yourself to wake up and when you finally did, you raced down the stairs. What the hell was happening?

When you heard banging on the backdoor of your house, you moved towards it, trying your best to remain calm.  As you opened the door and were ready to attack with a waterblast, your arm was pushed away and the water was blasted towards the ground away from the target. But the grip on your arm felt familiar. You looked up at the person who was previously knocking at your backdoor. At first you thought your sleep was erupted by a complete stranger. But as soon as you saw his all too familiar cyan eyes, you knew who you were dealing with. ‘Dabi?’

‘Sweet cheeks,’ the villain winced, moving his hand back to his arm. You could only see a glimpse of the wound that he has gotten pretty recently. He looked at you and didn’t say a word, but it almost looked like he was pleading to get in and have you take a look. There was no point in turning him down, so you extended the door as you softly said ‘Get in.’

‘What the fuck have you been up to the last few weeks?’ you asked with both genuine curiosity and concern, but Dabi only chuckled at your question. ‘I think that me, a villain, conversing my plans to you, a hero, would really do me a disservice,’ Dabi responded and you let out a sigh and pouted a tiny bit, which caused Dabi to smirk, ‘Sorry, angel. Maybe you should come and join me. Then I would happily tell you every single detail.’

‘You mean that?’

‘I...do, I guess.’

‘Then I think I just might,’ you said with a troublesome grin on your face and the villain seemed surprised. Did you actually mean that? And if you did, why was a sudden feeling of excitement building up in his chest?

‘Was that what you hoped I was going to say?’ you asked, the grin of wickedness turning to a cocky one and the villain rolled his eyes as you snickered. ‘Whatever.’

‘Let’s go to the bathroom upstairs and get you fixed up, blazeboy.’ ‘I still don’t know what I should think of that nickname.’ ‘It’s cute, now come.’

As Dabi sat in your bathroom, waiting for you to get whatever you still needed to get to fix him up, he seemed to realize that this was the first time he has been in your home. It definitely was tidier than his, but he still spotted the pile of clothes in your bedroom and the few dishes that you still needed to get to your kitchen. The house, in his perception, was a little too big to only be filled with the belongings of one single person.

He wondered if you ever felt lonely - no, how often you felt lonely. How often did you have to put your speakers on blast just to overpower your own thoughts? How often did you put up the news or a random channel, just to not hear the silence that always seemed to be present when turned off?

‘I’m back~,’ you sang as you entered the room with two bottles of water and chips and Dabi looked your way, his grin reappearing on his face. ‘What are the chips for, doll?’

‘Emotional support. Now,’ you said as you opened the bigger bottle of water, ‘just relax, okay?’

And so he did, or at least tried to. He relaxed his shoulders and took a deep breath, but his gaze barely left you. You looked calm and in your element, like you knew exactly what to do. It made him realize once again how pretty you were. He didn’t know why he’d realize it at such a moment, but you looked so peaceful and gracious. Your gaze shifted from your hands to Dabi, ‘You ready?’

‘Whenever you are, princess.’ You slightly shivered at the sudden nickname, ‘Princess?’ He noticed the faint reaction your body made from the new nickname he gave you and his grin widened. ‘So that’s the one that makes you flustered, huh? I’ll keep that in mind.’ You rolled your eyes at his statement, but your warm cheeks betrayed you. ‘Sit still, ash tray.’

Besides the snort he let out, Dabi tried his best to stay as still as possible. You recomposed yourself and focused on manipulating the water out of the bottle. Dabi’s eyes followed the water that danced around in the air and to your hands before it traveled to the wound on his arm. When the water touched his arm, Dabi almost pulled away from the sudden cold touch but relaxed as the water seemed to warm up to his body.

His eyes shifted from the water that seemed to settle onto the wound to you. Your focus remained on his arm and the water that wrapped itself around it. You could feel his eyes on you, but didn’t dare look, scared that you would lose your concentration. When the water seemed to cover the entire wound, you closed your eyes and took a deep breath, focusing on healing it. And as Dabi could feel the pain fading, he saw how the water changed from its transparent color to a deep shade of ocean blue. He was mesmerized at the sudden glow the water got. It was the exact vision of what he imagined the beach would look like on a starry night with a crescent moon. Sure, he has seen it before in photos and videos, but never in real life.

Dabi’s gaze shifted to you as you opened your eyes. While you looked at the wound as you continued to heal it, Dabi’s eyes widened, bewitched by your luminous blue eyes. They were intimidating with the fact that the blue filled your eyes completely, yet they looked so stunning and soft on you. To the villain, you looked like an angel, or any ethereal being for that matter.

But as soon as Dabi admired all of your features all over again, the glow from both the water and your eyes slowly disappeared. The villain looked at his arm in both relief and disappointment, it was healed. ‘All healed up,’ you cheered and finally looked his way again. Your gaze at Dabi made him stare at you in awe. It was a rare sight to see on him, a look of general admiration, like he witnessed your beauty all over again. ‘Thanks, waterlily,’ Dabi said breathily. ‘Of course,’ you responded with a smile as you reached to open the bag of chips and walked out of the bathroom. Dabi followed you almost immediately and both of you entered your room.

Though Dabi knew you for a good few months and got a few insights of what your life looks like and a lot of insights of who you are, the first thing he thought and said when he observed your bedroom was:

‘This room is so you.’

He couldn’t explain why. Everything just linked back to you. Every piece of decoration, every poster, everything. ‘Yeah, I never really gave myself as a kid the time to actually decorate my bedroom with things that I like. So I try to do that with my home now, though there’s still a lot of space left to fill.’

‘I like it,’ Dabi stated and now you could see the difference in his behavior. He seemed softer and more at ease. His usual edge and playful manner wore off when you healed him. It was a whole different side of him. You found it cute and thanked him for his compliment on your room.

‘What is wrong with me?’ you asked, breaking the comfortable silence that occurred after you two caught up with what happened in your lives the last two weeks. ‘Why are you asking that?’

‘Because I met you- or came across you at the prime of my life. Well, not prime, but I was satisfied. I was fine with who I was and with how my life went. Dare I say that I was... happy.

And it’s not like you completely changed that, I’m now just thinking everything over. If everything I did with my life was right, is there something within myself that made the universe or fate or whatever decide to make me meet you?’

Dabi didn’t know what stunned him more, the fact that you asked him that out of all the people in your life or the fact that he knew the exact answer to your question.

‘You’re selfless,’ he responded, his eyes glued to the ceiling. You stayed silent, not objecting to his statement.

‘You probably think - or convinced yourself - that that is a good thing. It only completes the whole picture of the hero you want to. The hero you need to be. It’s probably in your nature as well. It’s your nature to care for others and to do that well. But to care for others and to prioritize them over yourself are two completely different things. I think that your problem is that if you had to give up your own life for the safety of people you know nothing about, you’d do that in a heartbeat.’

And as if everything fell into place, you finally felt understood. It was unexplainable, the way your heart broke in the sweetest way. The way he seemed to know you more than yourself made you realise just how much there was left to learn about yourself. How many questions needed to be answered. Not by a friend, not by an enemy, Not by a soulmate, but by you. This answer that you knew was correct, was only a fraction of what you needed to learn.

You looked at Dabi and found yourself slightly startled at the way he faced you. In most conversations, he always looked away from you. His eyes only fixated on you when you were the one to look anywhere but at him. But he still seemed calm, his expression soft and at ease. You couldn’t bring yourself to break the silence abruptly, but you wanted to know.

‘How are you so sure?’ you whispered, your eyes remaining on his.

‘Because I am everything you’re not. And I know myself better than anyone.’

You didn’t know what brought you to do it. Maybe it was your deprivation of touch. Or your deprivation of him. Or it was you finally admitting that you have grown attached to him. But you moved to sit up and just when Dabi did so as well, your arms wrapped around his neck and your legs around his waist.

Both you and him were speechless by your action as you two felt the warmth between you two building up again. That same specific feeling of love and acceptance rising, just like the first time you touched. You shut your eyes, soaking up every bit of this feeling, hoping it wouldn’t be taken away from you. Not for now, at least.

‘You smell nice, angel,’ Dabi complimented and the genuineness in his voice was something you could only melt in. But his sudden comment, though he meant well, was disrupting the silent you preferred for now. ‘A sweet way to kill the mood.’

‘Kill the mood, huh?’ Dabi asked in a playful tone, but before you could even process the way he asked it and the glint of mischief in his eyes, you were pulled down and rolled over. ‘You asshole!’ you laughed as you tried to move, but your hips were straddled and your hands were pinned by the villain who chuckled at your struggling. When your laughter died down, your gaze returned to his and now you realised how close his face was to yours. Foreheads nearly touching, just like your noses. Bodies being the closest it has ever been to each other and your lips so close that you could feel both yours and his breath.

You could only think one thing: is this real? Is this more than just a dream? Would you get the satisfaction a growing part of you was craving for, or would Dabi fade away from you again? You didn’t want Dabi to leave. Not this time, not ever if you were finally being honest. You wanted him to stay this time, whether this was a dream or not. Kiss him. Your thoughts startled you, but you didn’t neglect them. But would he kiss back? Would he disappear before your lips could even touch? You were already left breathless as you realised your foreheads and noses touched. He’s not gone, not yet. Should you do it?

‘Kiss me,’ Dabi whispered. And so as your lips collided, your worries of him vanishing were slowly disappearing. Your head was empty and you could only feel. Feel how soft the kiss was, despite Dabi’s rough lips. Feel the warmth from his hands on your cheeks, wiping away the tears of relief that he was still here with you. You felt nothing but love. Every bit of what you felt was filled with love. Your bodies that were close to being pressed up against each other. Your hands that wrapped around his neck.

Every bit of intimacy felt like destined love.

As Dabi pulled away and you both opened your eyes again, you both seemed to realise how lethal this love actually was and is going to be. How your stories that were both already filled with pain came together and made an even bigger pile of baggage for both of you to carry. It made you question if it was worth carrying. Pulling your soulmate in a more passionate and eager kiss and him kissing back immediately, you both seemed to answer yes to that question. Saying a simple answer like yes to that deep and complicated question was such a simple thing at that moment.

Both of you pulled away from the kiss now, Dabi slowly rolled away from you and you sat up once again. ‘Sweet cheeks-’ ‘Y/N.’ ‘Huh?’ ‘That’s my name. Y/N L/N. I probably should’ve told you sooner. I’m sorry for that, but I wasn’t sure if I could trust you with that. But on the other hand can you blame me? Since you’re literally a villain and-’ ‘Y/N,’ Dabi interrupted your rambling, ‘I should go.’ ‘What?’ ‘Can’t be gone for too long or Shig will get suspicious,’ he explained with a pain in his voice that was almost too obvious. He didn’t want to leave. You didn’t want him to leave. You didn’t want to be alone again, not right now. Was this what he felt like with every night you guys spend on the rooftop? Did he dread the darkness coming back to rob you away from him?

‘And so the clock strikes midnight,’ Dabi mused and you snickered as you finally grabbed your jacket. Please ask. ‘I should go,’ you sighed as you both moved towards the door and Dabi opened the door. ‘I know.’ ‘Opening the door for me? Didn’t know you were such a gentleman.’ ‘Only for you, angel,’ the villain teased, but you only responded with a smile. Please ask. ‘I’ll see you next week, or around if you decide to get yourself in trouble,’ you said in suspicion of his plans. ‘You never know,’ Dabi said, holding up his shoulders which made you chuckle, ‘Goodbye, Aquamarine.’ ‘Goodbye, Dabi.’

‘Stay.’

‘What?’ ‘Stay,’ you said breathlessly, ‘please.’ You didn’t need him, but just to have him here for a little longer wouldn’t hurt. Just one night. One night would be enough. And Dabi leaned in for another kiss, one that said that he wanted to stay. He wanted to stay so bad. He wanted to fall asleep and wake up right beside you. But that can’t happen, not tonight. ‘I promise that I will stay. One night,’ he whispered before placing a gentle kiss on your jaw and neck.

‘I’m sure I’ll see you soon, Aquamarine,’ Dabi said as you opened the backdoor for him once again. ‘That sounded ominous.’ ‘I’m still a villain.’ ‘Yeah, but you rarely use my hero name,’ you reasoned and Dabi raised his eyebrow at you. ‘What do I use then, hm? Sweet cheeks? Angel? Princess?’ your soulmate asked you in a teasing way and you rolled your eyes. ‘Goodbye, doll face,’ you greeted him with a slight smirk and the villain perked up at the nickname, but eventually grinned back at you. ‘Sweet dreams, waterlily.’

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the garden that is your skin

saa/n: part 4 let’s gooo!! thank you so much for 50 followers, i appreciate you all so much! also can someone please tell me how to write fighting scenes?? or hawks?? or mirko??? warning: fighting scene (only quirk use), cursing, suggestive themes (just a mention of dabi’s peewee), a sprinkle of angst pairing: dabi x hero!reader soulmate au where around the age 4 til 8, a tattoo of a flower appears on your body. the place where the tattoo is, is where your soulmate touches you first. word count: 2.7K taglist: @distractedgemini, @rainningdoom, @sageandberries-png, @waffleareniceandfluffy

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Life went on and it was a good two months since your encounter with your soulmate. Through those weeks you were still busy being a nurse and a hero, but when the sun was gone and down, you’d still see Dabi in your dreams. There was such a significant difference in the dreams and reality, but it was nothing too bad. His presence isn't something you couldn’t live without. Your life in the daylight went on and you noticed how much more attention you got, rising in the overall ranking of heroes and taking a place in the top 20 heroes. Your name was mentioned a lot more. Your soulmate tattoo being filled with color also didn’t go unnoticed by the public. People asked you about it, but you’d brush them off if they wanted more details than you were giving them. You didn’t want to lie to them.

Though your ranking and fame wasn’t what you aimed for and your intentions still were about helping people in your reach. And that was exactly what you were doing today. Patrolling the city along with Winged Hero: Hawks. You had heard a lot about each other and seen each other from time to time. Along with Mirko, you three were an oddly good match in battle and that alone made you guys good allies and even friends.

So patrolling with the bird man was nothing new to you, only now was it a whole other side of the city. Since the League’s hideout was found and attacked, they’ve been on the run and were assumed to reach Deika City. Reasons as to why were unknown. Although you were unfamiliar with the city, you were sent nonetheless. You assumed it was because of your quirk and how it can clash with some of the members of the League. Well, actually just one specific person.

‘So the hero...office? Commission? Whatever, took the risk to bring me on patrol with you simply because they think - not know - think there is a high chance of Dabi showing up?’ you questioned, not hiding your annoyed tone. You were not the best at directly attacking, defense and healing were your true specialties and you knew that the hero office knew that. The only reason being in case for one singular villain was a weak argument to you. Hawks looked at you, surprised by your change in attitude. He knew it was not directed towards him, but he rarely saw the snappy side of you. But he sighed and spoke up. ‘There’s a lot more a hero should do other than save or, for your case, heal people. We should prevent the wounds and scars from ever happening, kid. You were sent with me because your Aqua Heal opposes Dabi’s Cremation. Fire's biggest weakness is water. Your quirk is useful to prevent villains like him from hurting even more civilians.’

You were not satisfied with Hawks’ answer, counting up the names from the many other heroes that have quirks associated with water, but you didn’t object to it. Maybe you were so suspicious of this decision because you simply didn’t want to fight Dabi, you didn’t want to fight your soulmate. Hawks had a point though, preventing citizens being hurt was important, maybe even more important than healing. ‘But why would he show up again after already sending those nomu on you & Endeavor?’  ‘No idea, but to find out the reason why is not any of our concern. At least, not for now.’

‘Well what a sight to see.’ Goddamn his voice, you’d probably never get over that. You and Hawks turned to face the scarred villain whose face is far too familiar for you. ‘Dabi,’ you whispered. Though you were to expect he’d be here, his entrance was more dramatic than you expected. Though nothing happened at the scene you three were, it still seemed like he approached you two from the darkness. His eyes made contact with yours and he grinned your way.

‘Healer Hero: Aquamarine, or should I say, sweet chee-‘

Before the villain could finish his sentence, you made a powerful water blast his way and manipulated the water to direct him right out of the city. Hawks spread his wings and flew to the location you sent Dabi with your water. You were quick to follow as you ran and used your blasts of water to keep up with Hawks’ speed. As you caught up and spotted the hero and villain fighting, Dabi’s flames were just a bit weaker than you remembered, probably because of your waterblast. Before the villain could spot you, you were quick to defend Hawks, knowing the way that fire weakened his Fierce Wings. You separated the two by your wall of water and surrounded Dabi with it, making a small but incredibly powerful typhoon and you entered it, knowing you’d have to face him. ‘Hello, doll face! Did you miss me?’ Dabi asked you in a flirtatious manner as slicked back his wet hair with one hand and conjured up flames with the other. You couldn't feed into his flirtatious banter now. You scoffed and conjured up your water. ‘In your dreams, flamethrower.’

The villain smirked at your response and sent a blast of fire your way, making you jump away and blast your water his way, but therefore sacrificing the typhoon surrounding the two of you. Dabi got used to your blasts, quicker to stand up and attack once again.

‘Damn, babe. I’m honestly wondering if you’re really trying to yourself or you just really want to see my shirt all wet.’ ‘I really want to see you shut the hell up.’

It was just the two of you, Hawks rarely attacking or defending, leaving the villain up to you. But you signaled him to strike with his wings from time to time, noticing when Dabi was vulnerable to sudden and fast attacks. Hawks didn’t doubt that you could keep this up, but he was concerned about the way Dabi got so used to your attacks. The hero already called the Hero office and they sent Mirko in an instant. It was only a matter of time and the amount of energy you still had.

The only thing that Hawks didn’t know was that you were actually thriving. The warmth made it easier in an odd way. You and Dabi shared your energy with each other. Neither of you was more powerful than the other and getting the upper hand was difficult for both of you. And as Dabi got used to the way you used your quirk in combat, you got used to his. It didn’t even feel like the two of you were fighting, it felt like you two were dancing with only music being the one thing missing. Your waves and his flames rarely clashed and though the people who’d witness it would describe it as a fight, it felt like euphoria for the two of you. The banter you two had would make a person question if you guys were threatening or seducing each other.

‘I’ll drown you if I have to. Maybe then you’ll shut your mouth.’ ‘Damn, you’re gorgeous.’

‘You’ll burn with me, sweet cheeks.’ ‘Maybe in hell, but not today.’

‘Perhaps you should wipe my ‘oh so annoying’ smirk off my face in another way than your water.’ ‘You wish, asshole.’

Your battle seemed timeless, but it has roughly been 20 minutes since Dabi confronted you. You felt so many things at once. So much adrenaline, so much frustration, yet so much joy. Whenever you got him good or when you two got close to each other, you felt ethereal. He felt so as well. He didn’t even care if you got him or if he missed. He cared about you. Seeing your reactions to his remarks or even when threatened him, he loved every bit of it.

‘Your attacks are becoming futile, or maybe I am getting used to them. Tell me, hero, have you already used all your tricks up your sleeve?’ Dabi asked you as he threw another blaze of fire your way, which you effortlessly blocked with your water. ‘You’d like that, wouldn’t you? What about you though? Those pretty little flames of yours are getting old.’

‘Oh, come on, angel. I think you already know exactly why I’m going so easy on you and vice versa. There’s nothing wrong with admitting it.’ His reply stopped you in your tracks, but your guard was still up. You knew that you shouldn’t, but you looked up at him and his eyes. ‘Admit what?’

‘That, whether you like it or not, I’m becoming your weakness.’

Now your guard was off. Why the hell would he say that? But at lightning speed you found out why, he was making a chance to fight back. As he conjured his fire and was ready to attack you, Mirko jumped in and kicked the villain on his back. ‘I don’t know what you’re banging on about, but Aqua here has no weaknesses.’

Dabi switched his attention to Mirko, but knew he was outnumbered, so once he discovered a way to escape, he did so and fled.‘This was a lot more fun than I expected. See you in your dreams, waterlily,’ the villain told you before disappearing. You almost wanted to follow him, adrenaline still rushing through your body, but Hawks stopped you. ‘You’ve been enough help already, Aquamarine. You good?’

You weren’t sure. Though your mind and heart were ready for round two, your hands were shaking and your mind was blurry wondering what the hell had just happened. ‘Yeah, I’m good. A bit shaken up, but that’s all,’ you said in response to Hawks’ question. He looked at you, wanting to question the plenty of nicknames and the ongoing banter between the two of you. He wanted to ask why he spotted you with the villain at the top of a building a few months ago. But he let it slide, at least for now.

Two days after, you were still shaken up. Maybe your subconscious noticed since the shared dreams were no longer there for those two nights. You were just a bit overwhelmed and needed to release some tension.When you thought of releasing tension, you thought maybe a short road trip, or even a mall trip. But that’s apparently not what the majority thought, or at least not your friend Semi, since they took you to a spa. You first looked at their idea begrudgingly, but you still paid for a one day stay, taking your friend with you. Oh, how you underestimated the power of massages and saunas. You’ve never been this relaxed in months.

‘Told you it was worth it,’ Semi whispered as you two were sitting near the saltwater pool, both as calm and serene as the atmosphere of the building. ‘This is more than worth it,’ you sighed in relief and your friend giggled at your relaxed state. They were hesitant on bringing your soulmate up to you, but there had to be more reasons as to why you were so tense. One singular fight couldn’t be it. They remember the sleepless nights they got after meeting up with Hinishi, being so close to her for such a long time. They had their parents as their outlet and you needed one. You still needed your best friend. ‘Okay, I’m not going to force you to say anything, but if you want to talk about..him, I’m all ears.’

Were you really this easy to read? Semi broke through your walls at a young age, but it wasn’t like they had any telepathic abilities as their quirk. You took a deep breath and started to think out loud. So many thoughts were running through your brain and Semi was one of the few that could catch up with it and piece it all together.

You were confused, maybe still a bit stubborn. There were still so many things unclear between you and Dabi and you weren’t sure if you wanted to clear it up. He for sure didn’t want to, for his own reasons. You were longing for things to be easier, for the fog to fade and finally see clearly. It frustrated you that he didn’t want that. You felt like he was toying with you, taking you to a magnificent peak, but eventually leaving you there and making you realise how cold it is and how cold he could be. Because there was no way the person that you battled in Deika City was the same person you’d almost daily shared your dreams with. You felt hopeless, yet you still enjoyed the warmth that radiated off of the two of you. It reassured you that this was temporary and this warmth you’d feel forever at some point. You were just wondering when.

‘Listen, I know that this word is pretty much the most annoying thing ever to the people that are privileged enough to actually have a soulmate and have it so easy and to have a perfect life, or so they would call it, but it seems like this just has to do with divine timing. Like it or not, the propaganda and the constant talking about soulmates convinced you that when you’d meet your soulmate, everything would be perfect. But for the majority, the reality is that it’s only ‘perfect’ for three whole minutes and then every doubt and fear comes in, and no shit. Soulmates are fucking scary and fate is a bitch for almost everyone, even you. God, if fate was real I’d punch it so hard in the face-’ ‘Semi.’ ‘Yeah?’ ‘What are you trying to say?’ ‘Right. What I’m trying to say is, when it comes to soulmates, I can’t promise you perfection. I can promise you that one day everything will fall into place and everything will make sense and you’ll finally understand him and he’ll understand you. And you two will be alright. The best thing you can do now is - super fucking cheesy but - have faith and remind yourself that that day of understanding and bliss will come, one day at a time.’

You took in Semi’s words and looked at the colored tattoo on your arm and realised that tears stained your cheeks. ‘Thank you so much,’ you sobbed and Semi got up from their chair to give you a hug. ‘Anytime.’ They were right, you should have a little faith. You should look to the future and try to see the light in the here and now. It was hard, but it was so poetically beautiful to feel this. To feel every single feeling you had when you thought of him, saw him, heard his voice or could even touch him. And in that moment of serenity and bliss, your doubts seemed to fade away. Everything would fall into place, it was just a matter of time.

‘Late again, I see. You should really try to have more of an awareness of time-’ ‘What is it with you and Aquamarine?’ Dabi’s smirk seemed to fade by Hawks’ sudden question. ‘Well? Are you getting your dick wet or something?’ That made the villain snicker, ‘Well, what if I am, hm?’ ‘I saw you guys once. Two months ago from the back of my head.’

Dabi raised an eyebrow at the hero. Well, that was the risk you two both seemed to take on that day. ‘What is it between them and me, right? Well, since you are not in the picture of it, I’m not fully sure if that’s your business, Hawks.’ ‘It is as their ally and friend.’ ‘Maybe you should bother them about it then, shouldn’t you? I’m not saying a fucking word about it to you,’ Dabi retorted back to Hawks and the hero sighed. He honestly didn’t know why he asked Dabi first. The only thing the hero got from it was confirmation there actually was something going on, since the villain didn’t deny what Hawks saw. ‘Well, actually. I can say something about it,’ Dabi said and the hero’s head turned to him again, ‘Unfortunately, my dick has been dry since birth.’

Hawks rolled his eyes. ‘Asshole, anyways, if you want me to talk to them about it, I’ll do so.’ ‘Good for me, let’s finally get back to business then.’

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