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Healing Touch

Dabi x Fem!Reader fan fiction

Synopsis: You encounter an injured Shigaraki and offer your healing quirk to his aid. Little did you know, healers were hard to come by in the underground and Shigaraki takes a liking to your skills. To further his cause, he kidnaps you and holds you captive under the watch of the LOV. You play the role of the LOV's little healer while you think of a way to escape. Unbeknownst to you, the pyromaniac with a cold heart begins to melt in your presence. Your compassion and wit draw him in, all the while he swears it's only curiosity he feels toward you. But when your touch heals his burns and your personality soothes his anguish, Dabi begins to wonder, what exactly is he feeling for you? And why the hell does he feel so torn up when you slip away?

Author's Note: I have no idea what the full layout of the original LOV bar/base was, but the Bakugo kidnapping episode showed that they keep the Nomu somewhere in the base. The AFO and All Might fight makes the building seem bigger as well. Idk, if I was a villain, I’d keep my monsters and dying mentor (AFO) behind a security door, so that nobody can snoop around. So that’s what I’m going with (also no windows because plot).

Warnings/Tags: Stockholm syndrome, eventual smut, kidnapping, female/afab reader, healing quirk

Abbreviation Guide: Y/N (your name), E/C (eye color), H/L (hair length), F/C (favorite color), S/T (skin tone or color)

Word Count: 2K

Chapter Two: Normalcy

It’s been two weeks since your arrival at the LOV base. You hate to admit that you’re acclimating, as the rebellious and angered side of you sees this as giving up. To quell that rage in you, you remind yourself that you haven’t fully accepted the role thrust upon you. You’re just playing along. Somehow, you know you’ll escape. They can’t watch you forever, one of these days they’ll slip up.

You’ve been taking this time to observe your surroundings and familiarize yourself with everyone’s patterns. If you’re lucky, maybe your watchful eyes will catch a slip in the chain. You’ve observed that some of the members stay at the base full-time, while others trickle in as need be. Toga, Tomura, Twice, and Dabi stay on site, except for missions and personal errands. Kurogiri is practically a piece of furniture in the base, seldom leaving and always attending to either Shigaraki or the bar.

Everyone keeps a close eye on you, particularly Toga and Twice. Toga is much more “hands-on” with her approach, choosing to follow you and pester you, with either affection or questions, wherever you wander. She frequently asks you about crushes, relationships, and blood. You want to think of her as a little sister given her age and her adoration for you, but the danger and bloodlust that lurks in her eyes make you wary of letting your guard down. Toga’s persistence is a significant roadblock in fabricating an escape plan for you.

What you have noticed while under Toga’s gaze is that there’s an entire wing of the building you have not seen. Sometimes, you’ll see Tomura disappear through a set of doors guarded by a passcode. You think you’ve seen glimpses of light coming through a window when Tomura goes through and the doors are briefly open before shutting once more. It’s hard to know for sure, it’s not like you could get through without a code anyways. Something tells you that you don’t want to know what’s through those doors, though. The wing has a strange smell, reminiscent of a hospital.

Trying to break into the unknown wing seems like a bad idea, but there’s nowhere else you can escape from. You haven’t been able to locate a window that isn’t inaccessible or barred, nor have you been able to find an exit that is unlocked. However, even if you did find either of those things, the constant surveillance by the others makes it nearly impossible to escape. You reason your best bet is still to bide your time. Thankfully, it’s not too tortuous to go along with everything. You mostly find yourself bored or annoyed.

You’ve been occupying most of your mind lately by observing everyone. You need to predict the villains if you still hope to escape. Of course, that’s easier said than done for some members. Toga, Twice, Shigaraki, and Kurogiri speak their minds freely, so it’s easier to understand them. Mr.Compress is slightly on the reserved side and seems to be a bit of a strategist, but what makes him easier to analyze is his lack of impulses and instability. Dabi, on the other hand, is a complete wild card to you. He’s somewhat quiet, but when he does decide to speak, his words are ladened with sarcasm or insults. Dabi is by far the most frequently injured out of all of them, yet he barely shows any signs of pain. It surprised you that despite his wounds, he hadn’t approached you yet. He just regarded you with lazy eyes, gazing at you silently. He seemed distant from the other members, often choosing to wander the streets in search of new recruits instead. You guess that he is neither very convincing nor friendly given the state of his body after his outings. He smelled of ash each time. Regardless of his quirk’s effects on him, Dabi continued to use it anyways. You reason that continuously burning yourself takes a considerable amount of dedication and tolerance to pain. He’s driven, for sure, but to what?

It’s an interesting question, but you’re pulled out of your thoughts before you can mull it over. The bar door clicks, the telltale sound of the lock turning. Through the door comes Dabi, and along with him is the smell of ash. He’s quiet, but so is the bar. Wait, how long has it been quiet? You realize that it’s just you and him in the bar. You would silently curse yourself for letting the opportunity escape you, but you’re thankful you were distracted. Nothing good would come to you, had you seized the moment and attempted to bolt. With Dabi being just outside the door, you were saved by your thoughts.

He seems to sense your staring, as his eyes meet yours. You try to suppress the way you feel when his intense gaze bores into you. There’s a glint of surprise in his eyes. “‘M surprised they left you down here alone. Unless… were you cooking up an escape plan?” He interrogates.

“I guess even wardens need breaks. Not like I could go anywhere though, the doors are locked,” you admit. You rest your face in your palm and entertain yourself by tracing your fingers around the rim of a glass left on the bar top. “Besides, you’re here now. Your quirk has range over me.”

Your words take him a bit by surprise. You’re smarter than he initially gave you credit for, not that he thought you were stupid before. It’s just that he only really saw the feistier side of you. With how you barked back at Tomura, he thought you’d be the type to make rash choices. Instead, he’s having a hard time predicting you. The things you say and do surprise him. While Toga and Twice crowd around you, he observes you from a distance. He convinces himself it’s necessary to figure you out.

You feel him staring at you again. He seems lost in thought. His staring makes you uneasy and the silence feels strange. You decide to joke around with him, to see if it lightens up the mood or if it creates more tension. Seeing his reactions could lead you to predict him more accurately in the future. “I know it’s called head-hunting but something tells me you’re taking that expression too literally,” you comment, referencing his habit of coming back with burned hands.

“Oh yeah? What’s got you thinking that?” He banters back.

You shoot him a sly smile, “Just noticed your recruitment process involves a lot of fresh burns, is all.” Usually, Dabi would have killed people for less, joke or not. For some reason, it’s different with you. Perhaps it’s because even with your situation as a captive, you still don’t seem fearful of him. He wants to test that.

“Hazards of the job I guess,” he shrugs. You only hum in acknowledgment. “Mind taking care of them for me?” Your eyebrows shoot up a bit at his question. The tables have turned and now it’s your turn to be surprised.

“Yeah, I can do that,” you comply. You slide off the barstool and approach him. “Do you have any other injuries besides the burns?”

“Might be a staple or two loose,” he mentioned.

“Tomura gave me a first aid kit and medical supplies, I think there are medical staples too. They’re in my room. Do you want me to lug all that down here or…” You say, trailing off at the end in a question.

“There’s no point, it’ll be quick,” he declines. He gestures to you and the stairs. “Lead the way.”

You nod. His thick boots make distinctive footfalls while walking behind you. You try to memorize the way they sound, in case it becomes important later. Your attention is focused on his steps, so the two of you arrive at your door in silence. You open the door and cross the threshold of the doorway. He hovers at the entrance. He realizes this is the first time he’s really been in a girl’s room before, but he’s totally not the slightest bit antsy about it. He didn’t even enter your room when he first questioned you about your quirk. Now that all of your things are unpacked, it just feels so much more… Intimate?

“I don’t have much in the seating department so just sit on the bed or something,” you instruct. Your back is to him as you gather the supplies together. He tentatively enters and sits on the made bed. The mattress creaks, the sound partially muffled under the thick comforter. He’s not sure what to do with his hands, so he makes himself look busy by fiddling with the staples. You must have found everything you needed as he notices you setting down a box of first aid supplies next to him. You stand in front of him and reach for his hands. Your touch is soft and gentle as you observe his injuries. It throws him off, honestly. You’re aware of his disastrous quirk and you have an idea of what he does, yet your touch makes him feel like he’s made of glass. He expected you to be rough with him, taking out your anger at your circumstances onto him. After all, you’d still be getting the job done, just in a spiteful way. What’s stopping you from doing so? Is it fear that’s making you gentle on him?

You start cleaning his burns and his loose staples, carefully gliding a wet cotton ball over the area. For good measure, you wipe down the skin of your hands with an alcohol swab. Your quirk doesn’t do much against infection after all. Finding out how Tomura would react, should something like that happen on your watch, doesn’t sound appealing either. You whisper out a ‘sorry’ after you fix the loose staples. It looks like it should hurt, but Dabi doesn’t react much. You figure he must have a high pain tolerance.

You clasp your hands around one of his. Your skin glows and becomes icy once you activate your quirk. The coolness of your skin should be relieving, but he can’t seem to enjoy it. The question is nagging him. Fuck it, he decides he can just ask you directly. “Are you afraid of me?” You tear your attention away from his hands. Your e/c eyes meet his. There’s a look of confusion in them, as to you, this question comes from nowhere.

“No..?” You answer. Your voice is a bit wobbly with suspicion. “Why? Are you going to give me a reason to be?”

He’s dumbfounded by you. If you weren’t afraid of him, you had to be either stupid or crazy. It has to be the latter, because why else would you be treating him gently? “Did Tomura pick you up at an insane asylum?”

“Did I look like I was wearing a straight jacket when he brought me here? What gives with these questions anyways?”

“You’ve gotta be crazy or stupid to not be afraid of villains like us.”

“So that’s what this is about? You’re upset that I’m not scared of you?”

“I’m not upset. It’s just weird.”

“Okay look, Tomura wants my quirk and my compliance, I want to live. The way I see it, no harm’s gonna come to me so long as I heal you guys. That’s why I’m not wallowing in fear,” you defend. “Is thinking that really so crazy?”

He contemplates your words and you switch off to heal his other hand. “One look is all it takes for normal people to fear me,” he says. You can’t tell if he’s hurt by this, or proud of it.

“Well, your appearance doesn’t scare me,” you admit. There’s a faraway look in his eyes.

“That’s why you aren’t normal.”

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Chapter Four - Great Expectations

Pairing: Tomura Shigaraki x Fem!Reader, (3rd Person)

Rating: Explicit - Minors DNI

Summary: Tomura Shigaraki was her dad's boss's son. He was the creep that stole girls' underwear and tried to grope her in his room. But it's not like he could get her Dad fired just because she wouldn't sleep with him, right? ...right?

CW: Quirkless!AU, Explicit Smut, Dub-Con, Coercion, Blackmail, Cheating, Sexual Guilt, Humiliation, Unhealthy Relationships, Virginity Kink, Groping, Power Play, Hate to Love

A/N: Aaaaaand we are officially caught up on the backlog of chapter announcements. Thanks for hanging in there friends and get pumped for a NEW chapter this week. :)

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[EXCERPT]

Dinner with the Shigarakis. Was there any fate worse? These days, maybe dinner alone with Mirio. God, imagining dinner with the Shigarakis and Mirio would be pure Hell on earth.

Okay so maybe there were worse fates. But she was still extremely unhappy with the situation as she looked over her outfit in the full-length mirror — a blush blouson dress that just flirted with above the knee. It was conservative — high-necked, but figure-flattering without hugging. The most revealing thing about it honestly was that it was sleeveless. It was her go-to for any nice business dinner or party that her Dad wanted to show the family off at. This daughter is poised, professional, pure — that’s what the dress said.

And she knew Shigaraki was gonna hate it.

She took at least a little pleasure in that. And she was positive that would be the only thing she’d enjoy about tonight. Business dinners and company events with her Dad were affairs she dreaded even before Tomura Shigaraki had entered her life in any meaningful way, particularly events involving the man’s father. Listening to his speeches of grandeur, the long, aimless stories about how he became the man he was today and how the vision for his company came from his favorite comic book — it was enough to make her want to jab an oyster fork into her eye.

Usually she’d get through the events by mentally mapping out the layout of a house she wanted to build on The Sims once she got home or sneakily thumb-warring with her little brother under the table. But she had a feeling that the junior Shigaraki was going to take great pleasure in not letting her get away with distracting herself like that. It was becoming quickly apparent how much he loved to see people (namely her) squirm.

She wondered momentarily if she could get her Dad to make her stay home. She could slut it up and grab the super little black dress she’d worn for the School Festival Beauty contest last year, cop an attitude and make him fear the idea of her acting up so much that he’d make her stay rather than risk embarrassment in front of his boss who seemed to already have them on thin ice.

Or maybe she could even tell him the truth.

She sighed and brushed down the bottom of her skirt. No, no she couldn’t do that. Even if he did believe her, what would it even accomplish? Would he tell her to suck it up because he needs this job?

No. No, he was a good Dad, so more than likely he’d confront All for One and quit his job, regardless of the financial implications it had for their family. He might even try to go to the cops and sue. But it’s not like they would win anything. The Shigarakis undoubtedly had some of the best legal and publicity teams available in Japan. There was absolutely no way being honest could end in anything but suffering for her family.

That was just the way the world was.

"Moooom I hate this.” she could hear her brother whine as she left her room and walked down the hall, “Can’t I just do the clip on?”

A quick and efficient tug into a bow tie was his answer. “No sweetie, not at a restaurant like this.”

“But it’s too tight .”

She chuckled at her little brother and leaned against the living room entryway, “Come on, give it a shot, kiddo. You actually look good for once!”

Her brother was quick to stick his tongue out at her, but their mother was even quicker to swat it back into his mouth. She patted and preened the seven year old’s little suit as if a single wrinkle or piece of lint meant life or death for them.

And honestly, knowing the Shigarakis, it kind of did.

“Peanut…?”

She turned to see her Father, approaching cautiously from the hallway. They hadn’t really talked since he had forced her to go and apologize to Tomura Shigaraki. She could tell part of it was him being uncomfortable at first, he’d genuinely never had to yell at her before or even discipline her for anything past drawing on the walls. But he’d also wanted to give her space.

He was a good father, he never pushed her to speak, and usually never had to. She was always quick to tell him when she was having trouble in school or needed money. From his point of view, that meant she told him everything. But she hadn’t said so much as a word since coming home from Shigaraki’s that day. And he had no idea how to handle that.

Truth be told, she didn’t either.

It’s not that she was mad at him or anything — how could she possibly be? There was no way he could know all that had happened that day. But she also just didn’t know what to say. She didn’t know how to look .

“You… You look nice.”

She smiled, small but genuine. God he was trying so hard. “Thank you.”

He still looked concerned. Fuck, she had to do something to make him feel like there wasn’t something wrong.

She decided to ask for advice, “You don’t… Think it’s too short?”

It was a stupid question. She’d worn this dress to many a company and family party. They even picked it out at the store together.

“No, definitely not.” he insisted, “It’s more than appropriate!”

She nodded politely, “That’s good. I really… Like it.”

She didn’t actually. Despite how much of it was in her closet, pink wasn’t really her color. But her Dad liked the idea of a happy, healthy daughter that liked to wear pink, so that was good enough.

He seemed to get a little more confidence from this, “I heard that you went to the Shigarakis’ house yesterday.”

She was starting to get nauseous, “Yeah. I uh… I played Smash with Tomura…”

“So you’re getting along then? With Tomura?”

Her eyes were starting to burn. The way he was looking at her — kind and hopeful, wanting nothing more than to make sure that they were okay. She knew he’d believe her if she told him. It was three words. Any three words. Tomura hurt me. Tomura touched me. Tomura raped me.

Tell him. Tell him! TELL HIM!

“Yeah!” she smiled big, too big, “I think we’re gonna be great friends!”

Fucking coward.

Relief visibly washed over her Father’s body, “Oh I’m so glad to hear that. Honestly… I’ve been feeling really guilty about how that all played out. You’re the most important thing to me, Peanut. I’d never want to make you do anything or spend time with anyone that would make you legitimately uncomfortable — regardless of my job.”

“N-No, honestly, you were right! I was being really mean and judgemental. Tomura is a really great guy!” she laid it on thick, “I’m really sorry for putting you in that position.”

Her father smiled and patted her head comfortingly, careful not to mess up her hair, “No harm done. I’m glad you two hit it off in the end!”

“Yeah, m-me too…”

God she was going to be sick.

“Come on you two.” her Mom called from the front door, “Get your shoes on, we’re gonna be late!”

He smiled and patted her daughter’s back, leading her to the door, “Yes, you’re right dear.”

“You guys go ahead, I’ll be right down.” she said, twisted out from her Dad’s arm, “I just forgot something.”

“Make it quick, Peanut.” he said, making his way to the door.

She nodded and took slow steps back down the hallway, waiting for her family to leave and close the front door behind them.

Then she ran to the bathroom and puked.

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