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touyasdoll · 6 months

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Scream 2

this is a follow up to a fic I wrote last year for kinktober, but it’s not necessary to read that one before this one. it can stand alone <3

pairing: ghostface!Dabi x f!reader x ghostface!Hawks

warnings: DARK CONTENT, please be advised. CNC, dubcon, fear play, knife play, home invasion, threesome, double penetration in one hole, eiffel tower for lack of a better term, oral (m!receiving), oral (f!receiving), backshots, also Touya is 6'4 idc what the canon says, au where Hawks actually double crosses the HPSC bc a girl can dream, rough sex, not exactly hair pulling but hair grabbing, face sitting, thigh riding, size kink, dirty talk, biting, marking, overstimulation, mild degradation, praise, impact play (barely), nipple play, breeding, let me know if I missed any please <3

word count: 5.3k

notes: Happy Halloween! 👻🔪🖤

“You’re absolutely sure about this?” Keigo asks as he narrows his golden irises at the white haired man before him on the rooftop.

The sky is dark, especially in this part of the city. The few lights from the rundown buildings and buzzing street lamps provide the only meaningful illumination, as the moon is hidden behind a thick blanket of dark, heavy clouds that promise a storm is coming.

“I’m sure. Don’t sweat it, feathers. Just stick to the plan and everything’ll be fine. Scout’s honor,” Touya replies, flashing a sardonic smile.

“Your honor isn’t exactly worth much,” the hero scoffs. “But I guess I’ll have to take you at your word.”

Keigo’s dressed in his civilian clothes; an all black ensemble consisting of jeans, boots, and a well-fitting hoodie. He’d clearly heeded Touya’s instruction to dress for stealth, while the villain is still dressed in his stitched ensemble.

“That’s a good little bird,” Touya says as he heads for the stairs. “Good luck. You might need it, hero.”

“Thanks,” he mutters, heaving an anxious sigh before he takes off into the cool night air.

You’re just getting ready to turn in for the night. It had been a successful Halloween. You and Touya were able to watch a few spooky movies and take turns passing out candy before he had to leave for whatever PLF business he’s up to tonight.

He actually seemed to enjoy himself whenever it was his turn to answer the door. Maybe it was because he got a kick out of seeing the kids’ reactions to his Ghostface mask, but you have a feeling it was more about seeing your reaction to the mask.

He hasn’t pulled it out since last Halloween, much to your disappointment. He just looks so good in it. You could even do without the theatrics. Just being able to ride him or get railed while he has that damn mask on would be enough.

You were hoping that he’d give you an encore tonight. He did use the code the two of you had established. You vividly remember him slowly lifting off the mask after closing the door on another round of trick-or-treaters and sauntering over to the couch with a mischievous grin on his face.

“Hey, doll. What’s your favorite scary movie?” He’d asked, the question so full of promise, just as it had been last year.

But it was well past midnight now. He’d said that he might be back late tonight, which is usually how it goes when he’s working. Maybe you two could have your fun on another night, you suppose as you retreat to your bedroom.

You change into one of Touya’s t-shirts before you slip beneath the covers and just before you rest your head, your phone rings. Seeing that it’s your boyfriend, you pick it right up.

“Hey, baby,” you greet him, sitting up against the headboard.

Unfortunately, you don’t hear a word that he says. What you do hear is much more terrifying. A loud, sudden thud reverberates throughout the house and you swear it must be coming from your kitchen, but you were just in there hardly a minute ago. Surely, you’d notice someone creeping around your house, right?

Then again, you hadn’t noticed last year. Maybe he was keeping up the tradition after all. Trying to pull the wool over your eyes again to give you a scare. Well, not this year. You know better.

“Sorry, baby. You were breaking up,” you say calmly as you slip out of bed and creep into the hall. “What did you say?”

You’d play along with his little game, but you know that you have no reason to be truly afraid. He’s probably hiding behind a corner somewhere, watching you as you pad about the house in nothing but his t-shirt and your underwear. The thought actually turns you on quite a bit.

“I said I’m about to head home. Sorry things took so long, but I should be back soon. M’not far,” Touya says as he jingles his keys in his hand.

“Okay. I was just about to turn in to bed, but I’ll wait up for you,” you say as you head into the kitchen to turn the light on.

There’s a large duffel bag in the center of the floor and you can’t help but wonder what might be inside. Seems like he’s really trying to up the ante this time. Your insides start twisting with a heady mixture of both excitement and desire, but then you see a figure who seems too short to be your boyfriend step into the other entrance to the kitchen and your heart stops.

“You don’t gotta wait up if you’re tired, doll,” Touya says on the other end of the phone, confirming that it’s definitely not him staring you down in that familiar Ghostface costume.

“Babe,” you whisper, your voice trembling in fear as you take a step back and the masked intruder takes one with you. “S-someone’s in the house.”

“What?” Touya asks and you can hear the fear in his voice as well, which sends your blood pressure through the roof. “Doll, just stay hidden. I will be there as soon as I can. I’m on my way, okay? Where are you?”

“O-okay,” you respond meekly, your voice cracking as you continue to walk backwards.

The intruder keeps at your pace, tilting his head to one side as he studies you. Your eyes are drawn to something glinting in the light as he reveals a blade from behind his robe.

“Doll, where are you? Do they know you’re there?” Touya asks frantically as he fires up the car and takes off.

You only faintly hear his voice and the tires skidding in the background of the call as you freeze up. Everything slows down for just a moment and then the adrenaline kicks in.

You bolt for the front door, only to find that it’s locked from the outside somehow. You try again in vain to jiggle the handle, praying that maybe it’s just stuck, but it’s definitely fucking locked and that causes you to panic all over again.

“Doll? Doll, answer me,” Touya yells loud enough for you to hear it even though you’ve since dropped your phone to your side.

You don’t hear the stranger coming up behind you, but when you look over your shoulder, he’s right there. Close enough to kill you if he wanted.

You scream in fright and drop the phone in your haste to bolt for the back door, but he jumps in your way. He’s on the smaller side, but he seems especially nimble. You aren’t sure you stand much of a chance getting away from him, but you have to try.

You just have to last until Touya gets home. That’s what you keep telling yourself. A mantra that you repeat over and over in your mind as you scramble down the hall and into the first open door.

The slam of the door knocks some sense back into you. You keep your hands pressed against it and take a look around the guest bedroom, eyeing the dresser nearby. It’s mostly empty and it’s not very big, but it’s better than nothing.

A loud bang that sounds like a heavy fist thudding against the wood startles you and you let out a scream before you lurch towards the dresser to start sliding it across the floor.

“Doll? Doll, where are you?” You hear Touya’s voice call out from down the hall.

Your breath hitches in your throat. Do you come out? Touya’s more than capable, but you don’t know what this intruder is capable of. What’s his quirk? What if it’s deadly?

Your heart thumps wildly in your chest as you listen for sounds of a struggle, but your fear of something happening to your boyfriend wins out over your fear of something happening to you.

“Babe?” You call as you burst out of the door, frantically scanning the dimly lit house as you creep down the hall once more.

The kitchen lights have been turned off and it’s quiet. It’s silent. Eerily so. Just when you feel like you might have made a mistake, the stranger turns the corner from the kitchen and holds a voice changer up to his mouth.

“Yes, doll?” He says, tilting his head in a mocking fashion as he slowly stalks closer to you.

Your eyes go wide as you realize that you’d definitely fucked up and you attempt to retreat back to the relative safety of the guest room, but you hear footsteps right behind you. He’s moving too fast. He covers twice the distance that you’re able to and throws himself across the doorway before lifting the device to his concealed mouth again.

“Fooled ya,” he says in the familiar, raspy distorted voice of Ghostface.

Tears well in your eyes as you turn tail and run straight for the backdoor. You aren’t thinking, just moving. Hurtling towards freedom, which you are hoping against hope you are able to find, but all hope is lost when you suddenly collide with another figure in the kitchen.

You slam into their firm chest and tilt your head back to look up at the imposing new intruder, who is also dressed as the masked fictional killer.

“Fuck,” you mutter, gaping up at the taller of the two in horror as you turn on your heel, only to find the other one right behind you.

Both of them begin closing in, sauntering towards you silently. All that you can hear is the pounding of your heart echoing in your ears as you back yourself up to the island. The shorter stranger looks between you and his companion in crime, who nods in response as your heart sinks into your stomach.

“Please. Please don’t hurt me,” you whimper, shrinking against the cool marble countertop.

The shorter of the two lifts the voice changer to his lips and uses his other hand to brandish the knife once more, using the blade to lift the hem of your shirt and press the flat of the cold steel blade to your stomach.

“We’re not gonna hurt you, gorgeous. We just wanna play,” he says as he leans in closer.

“I thought you liked playin’ like this, doll?” The taller one asks as he tilts his head to one side.

You whip your head towards him, because you could swear that’s your boyfriend’s voice, but you’ve already been tricked once tonight. He flashes his palms, revealing no voice changer in his hand. No knife either. He snaps his fingers together and a brilliant blue flame burns away the glove concealing his hand to reveal familiar scars and staples.

“T-Touya?” You ask shakily, blinking in surprise. “Then who the fuck is..?”

Your heart rate finally starts to slow as you trail off and shake your head, looking at the other Ghostface in confusion. You reach out to rip the mask off and are stunned to find Keigo’s wilder than usual blonde hair and disarming golden gaze beneath the disguise.

“Happy Halloween, doll,” Touya purrs as you stare at Keigo’s handsome smirk.

“I-I don’t understand,” you say quietly, not wanting to assume that what you sincerely hope might happen is actually about to happen.

“Sure ya do,” Touya continues, his large hands finding your hips to draw you closer and bring your back flush against his chest, his lips brushing the shell of your ear as Keigo sets the knife down on the counter without taking his hungry eyes off of you. “You remember us having this conversation, don’t you?”

Your brow furrows and you look away from the hero as you try to remember just what in the fuck Touya is on about when you recall him prompting you with an unusual question a few months ago.

You were sitting on the couch, curled up watching a movie. Sleep was beginning to tug at you, trying to beckon you to bed, but you were stubborn and insisted on staying up to see the end of the film, even though Touya was making it that much more difficult by rubbing his unnaturally warm hands along your back.

“Say, if we were ever to have a threesome with one of our friends, who would you want it to be with?” He’d asked you seemingly out of the blue, but unknown to you, he’d been ruminating on how to top his Halloween escapade for some time already.

“Hmm?” You ask as you tilt your head back to look at him and shrug. “I don’t know. You don’t exactly have a whole lot of friends. No offense.”

“None taken. I’d consider that a compliment,” he says, shrugging. “But seriously. Well, hypothetically, I guess. If ya had to pick one, who would it be? There’s plenty of hot people in the PLF.”

You hum curiously, taking a moment to think it over as you tuck your face back into his chest and nuzzle into him.

“Keigo. He’s hot and I’d trust him,” you reply bluntly, a yawn escaping you a moment later.

“Good choice. You’re right on both counts,” he murmurs, a plan already coming together in his mind. “That could be fun.”

“I didn’t think.. I mean–I–,” you balk, looking between them in disbelief.

“I wasn’t bein’ hypothetical, gorgeous,” Touya says as he spins you around to catch your chin between his thumb and forefinger, gently tilting your head back so that his blue eyes can bore into you while Keigo switches on the kitchen light. “So whaddya say?”

“We’re gonna need a clear answer before the real fun can begin,” Keigo says sensually as he steps close enough that you can feel his body heat behind you.

“Yes,” you eek out, nodding your head as you try to wrap your brain around this unexpected turn of events.

The bastard had gotten one over on you again after all, but it’s not like you can even stay mad about it, considering what’s in store for you.

“I hope you’re hydrated, doll,” Touya chuckles, fisting a hand into your hair to carefully tug your hair back and kiss you like his life depends on it.

He sighs through his nose, groaning against your lips as his hand drops to your ass. He gives it a firm squeeze as he shifts his hips against yours, letting you feel how hard he is already.

Keigo steps closer to press his toned chest against your back and tilts his head to start kissing along your neck as he grabs your waist and grinds against you from behind, revealing that he’s also sporting a raging hard on.

You moan, working your tongue and your mouth against Touya as your hands explore his chest, searching for an opening in the black robe he’s wearing.

“You wanna just cut to the chase already, doll?” The villain smirks, lighting his palm for just a second to reduce your scant clothing to ash. “I think we’ve been through enough foreplay and I’ve been waiting too damn long for this.”

He does the same to his clothing, pressing a hand to his chest and the other to Keigo’s. You feel another brief flash of tolerable heat before you’re hyper aware of the feeling of both of their bare bodies writhing against your own.

“Oh fuck,” you sigh, tilting your head to one side as Keigo begins nipping at your sensitive pulse point, laving his tongue over it to soothe the subtle ache.

You reach a hand back to work it into his hair and tug gently as you arch your back, grinding your ass against his stiff cock, which coaxes a gorgeous moan from him. You slip a hand between you and Touya as he captures your mouth again. Your fingers wrap around his length to guide the bead of precum along his shaft, drawing out a beautiful noise from him as well.

Both of them suddenly pull away and you’re afraid that you’ve done something wrong until Keigo steps in front of you to grab your hips and effortlessly lift you up onto the kitchen island.

“I’ve been thinkin’ about this for a long, long time,” he says, smirking as he leans in to kiss you and parts your legs.

Touya stands back, stroking himself as he watches Keigo crouch down between your thighs. The blonde keeps his eyes on yours as he trails kisses and love bites along your inner thighs, slowly and steadily working his way up to your glistening pussy.

“Fucking beautiful,” he murmurs as he sets his sights between your legs as dives in, his tongue parting your folds before it spears inde of you.

He certainly knows what he’s doing and it immediately drives you crazy. You keep yourself supported and sitting upright with one hand, so that you can watch him feast on your pussy while you keep a hand in his hair. He alternates between bathing you with his tongue and sucking on your clit with just the right amount of pressure, drawing moans and whimpers from you with ease.

You look up to seek validation from Touya, almost feeling guilty for enjoying yourself so much, but he seems to be just as into it as you are. He nods, grinning wickedly as he comes closer.

“You enjoyin’ yourself, doll?” He asks as he stops stroking himself to instead reach beneath Hawks’ chin and slip two fingers inside of you.

“Y-yes!” You gasp, your eyes crossing as your head tips back. “Fuck, I’m gonna cum, baby.”

“I know, gorgeous,” he purrs and you can hear the smug smirk on his face. “Go ahead and cum all over my friend’s face. He’s dying to taste it.”

His words send you over the edge and you cry out, sending your release gushing into Keigo’s mouth as your hips gyrate on top of the counter. The hero wraps his arms around your thighs to keep you still as he continues ravaging you with his tongue. He noisily cleans up your arousal, sending you into overdrive as you whine and beg for him to show you mercy when it just gets to be too much.

He eventually lets you catch your breath, but when he stands up to wipe his chin, the look on Touya’s face tells you that you in for much worse if you thought that was too much.

“S’my turn to taste that sweet pussy, gorgeous. C’mere,” he says, nodding towards the hall as he scoops you up off the counter. At least he doesnt expect you to walk after that.

He carries you into the bedroom and switches the light on before he lays you down on the bed and lumbers over you.

“First things first, clean up the mess you made,” Touya practically coos as he offers his slick fingers to you.

You hold his gaze as you slowly take the digits into your mouth, swirling your tongue around them and moaning quietly when you taste yourself on his skin.

“Good girl,” Hawks praises you as he crawls onto the bed and Touya repositions, laying flat on his back.

“You know my favorite number, doll,” he says as he delivers a swift smack to your behind, just enough to make you jump a little. “Assume the position.”

You look between him and Keigo curiously and do as you're told, straddling Touya’s face to wrap your hand around his cock and begin stroking, but before you can take a seat, he tuts his tongue.

“I want your mouth on him, baby,” Touya says before he hooks his arms around you and forces you to sit.

His mouth starts working wonders between your legs and you think you might just cum in record time after what Hawks had done to you, but then you remember that your mouth is needed elsewhere than just filling up the sticky air with filthy noises.

You shift forward as Keigo comes closer, his swollen cock bobbing in front of your face. You lift your eyes to his and take great pleasure in watching the watch his head dips back and his Adam’s apple bobs when you take him into your mouth.

“Fuck,” he groans, struggling to keep still as he lets you slowly bob along his length until you’re comfortably taking him in and out of his mouth while working your hand along his shaft.

You keep your other hand wrapped around Touya’s cock, focusing on trying to please both of them while feeling like your brain is going to break thanks to what Touya’s doing beneath you. The moans that you drive from him send vibrations straight into your pussy that only drive you closer to the edge.

You hold on for as long as you can, but it soon becomes to much again and you pull your mouth and hands away from both of them to sit up and support yourself with your hands on Touya’s thighs, gripping them tight.

“C-can’t,” you practically sob, squeezing your eyes tight as you hang your head. “Holy shit.”

“Yes, you can,” Keigo coos as he reaches out to cup your breasts, massaging them with care before he starts tweaking your nipples, which sends you cascading into oblivion for the second time tonight.

You nearly collapse, slumping forward as you’re overcome with pleasure, but Keigo catches you, loosely holding you in his arms as he rubs his hand along your back, which only heightens the sensations you’re feeling.

You whimper in his ear and he presses a kiss to the side of your head as he and Touya gently ease you off of the latter, so that Touya can sit up.

“You’re doin’ so well, beautiful,” Hawks croons, peppering kisses along your jaw until he finds your lips.

“Mm,” is the only response you can muster at the moment as you slowly come down from your high.

“So well,” Touya praises, moving behind you to rest his hands on your hips as he kisses along your shoulder. “Such a good girl. Can you keep bein’ a good girl for us, gorgeous? If we give you what you really want? Hmm?”

“Yes,” you say breathlessly, nodding your head as your eyes fall closed. “I’ll keep bein’ good. I’ll be so good.”

“That’s our girl,” he murmurs, nuzzling his nose into the crook of your neck before he places a chaste kiss to it.

Keigo moves aside and then Touya presses a hand to your back, keeping the other firmly planted on your hip as he forces you onto all fours. He groans as he grinds himself against you, his cock gliding through your folds, nearly penetrating where you need him the most.

“Please,” you whine softly, shaking your ass as you drop your hips back against him.

“Since you asked so nice,” he purrs, smirking as he slips inside of you, letting you feel him enter you inch by glorious inch, his piercings sliding against your walls and making your eyes roll back.

Keigo starts stroking himself as he watches Touya set a steady rhythm, fucking you just hard enough to make you gasp now and then as you fist your hands into the sheets and meet him thrust for thrust. The sound of your bodies colliding fills the room, mixing with the euphoric noises pouting from each and every one of you.

“Just gotta stretch you out a bit, gorgeous,” Touya pants, draping himself over you as he slows his pace. He reaches a hand around ti gently guide your face towards Keigo, who’s abs are drawn taut as he continues stroking himself, his eyes now fixed on your face. “You think you can take both of us? He’s not exactly small either, but I believe in you, doll.”

Your eyes widen, but you find yourself nodding. You aren’t sure if you can do it, but you’d be damned if you didn’t at least try.

“I want to,” you breathe out, nodding as you reach out towards Keigo to take over stroking his cock, tugging very gently to guide him closer as you smirk up at him. “We should get you nice and lubed up though, yeah?”

His eyebrows raise and he looks extremely pleased as he nods and cradles your head in the back of your hand as Touya straightens up.

“So fucking good,” Touya marvels through grit teeth as he picks up the pace again.

He lets you adjust to having Keigo in your mouth, but he starts pushing your further, driving into your hard enough to make you deep throat the hero, which makes both of them groan sinfully as they watch you swallow their cocks at either end.

“Fuck,” Keigo sighs as he suddenly backs away. “Anymore of that and I’m gonna be done way too soon.”

“Let’s see if you’re ready then, doll,” Touya says, smirking as he pulls out and kneads the fat of your ass before giving it a light smack. “Lay down, Kei. You should her pussy for yourself first.”

Hawks lays on his back and Touya cups your cheek to guide your face towards his one, giving you a passionate kiss before he lets you go and nods towards the blonde.

“Give him the ride of his life,” he says as he wraps his hand around his own cock.

You climb on top of Keigo, leaning in to give him a kiss and slip your tongue into his mouth, teasingly tracing it around the entrance of his mouth as you wrap your hand around his length. You suddenly sink down and he lets out a choked groan as he seizes your hips.

You rest your hands on his chest, smirking with satisfaction as you start riding him, moving your hips slowly at first as your walls clench around him, hugging his cock tight.

“You feel so good, Kei,” you say breathily.

His eyes widen and for a moment, he feels like he might just cum and pass out right there. He lets you set the pace, watching you intently as you bounce up and down on his length. His hands glide over your body, exploring every inch of you that he can reach before they settle on your breasts. He massages them as gently as he had earlier before tweaking your nipples.

He seems to get a better idea as he sits up and wraps his arms around you, grabbing your ass to start guiding your hips more forcefully while he takes your nipple into his mouth to suck. He expertly moves his tongue across the sensitive bud, flicking and swirling it around as he applies more pressure to your hips and encourages you to quicken your pace.

“Just like that, doll,” Touya pants, struggling to stave of his own end as he senses yours coming.

“Keigo,” you whimper, grasping onto his shoulders as you squeeze your eyes shut and throw your head back, your hips bucking as you come undone again.

“Oh fuck,” he groans loudly, panting for breath as he continues fucking you through your end while fighting off his own.

Touya pulls his hand away from his cock to take a few deep breaths, watching you contort with pleasure until you’re through the worst of it. He moves behind you and kisses along your shoulder again, sending delicious shivers down your spine.

“You sure you wanna do this, doll?” He asks quietly, his tone sincere.

“Yes. Yes, please,” you whisper, nodding weakly nodding your head.

“You don’t have to do any of the work this time, baby,” Keigo says as he runs his hands along yours arms and lays flat on his back. “Just let us make you feel good.”

You nod again and Touya rests a hand on your back to gently guide your forward so that you’re laying on top of Keigo before he situates himself behind you.

“I’ll go slow,” he assures you as he first works one finger inside of you. Then another.

You and Keigo both moan quietly, your shallow breaths mingling with one another’s as he drags his fingertips along your back. Touya starts slowly thrusting his fingers and Keigo slowly shifts his hips, working you open further as you rest your head on the blonde’s chest and submit to it. Once he’s confident that you’re able to take both of them, Touya slowly guides the head of his cock inside of you.

“Shit,” he groans, continuing to gently bully himself inside. “It’s so fucking tight. So fucking good. You feel that, Kei?”

“Fuck yeah I do,” Hawks sighs, holding perfectly still as his face twists with pleasure. “It’s so fucking good.”

You press your nails into Keigo’s biceps as you feel the two of them stretching you open and filling you up in a way that you never thought possible. They’re right. It is so. Fucking. Good.

“Fuck me,” you beg quietly once Touya’s seated inside of you. “Please fuck me. Wanna feel both of you.”

“You’re gonna, baby,” Touya croons as he slowly draws his hips back and pushes inside of you again.

The sensation is glorious. It’s mind numbing. It’s like the best drug you’ve ever felt and you know that you need more of it.

He holds onto your hips and Keigo seizes your waist as they both begin to move in tandem, slowly at first, but working their way to a pace that has you at a loss for words. You couldn’t find any if you tried. None of you can apparently.

The only noises to be heard are your bodies all grinding against each other. The lewd squelching of fluids between your forms as you trade sinful noises and panting breaths back and forth. Eventually, you do find one phrase, but just one.

“Cum inside me, please. Please,” you whine, your voice pitching higher as you feel another orgasm building, this one threatening to tear you apart in the best way. “Cum i-inside.”

“We’re gonna breed you so fuckin’ good, doll,” Touya promises without missing a beat. “I promise.”

They seem to have mastered their movements. Together, the two of them drive you steadily towards your end whilst chasing their own. You snap first, of course, howling with pleasure as your writhe on top of them, your walls contracting impossibly tight around both of their cocks.

Keigo cradles your head and kisses the top of it, whispering praises and Touya hunches forward to do the same, speaking them right into your ear as both of them keep driving themselves inside of you with unparalleled need.

Keigo finishes next, his eyes snapping shut as he lets out a long, loud moan, his rhythm stuttering just as Touya finds his end. His head snaps up as he leans back and grips your hips with bruising force, delivering a few more good thrusts while letting out a primal groan before his thrusts become sloppy and begin to taper off as he lays himself across your back again.

The three of you are left a sweaty, blissful mess on the bed. You’re so wonderfully full. So much so that you’re leaking all over both of them, but neither of them seem to care and neither do you. It’s as if the world has stopped for a minute and you’re all floating outside of time and space, suspended in this moment.

“So good for us,” Touya finally murmurs after who knows how long. He gently grabs your chin to guide your face towards his once more, a lazy smile on his lips as he captures yours in a decidedly sweet kiss. “Happy Halloween, doll.”

thank you for reading! I hope you have/had a safe & happy halloween!

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Hello I was wondering if we can get a part 2 the platonic surgeon dabi after reader arrives home and wondering why they're parents are being arrested or while they are still in dabi's office what was those little purple gummies are(melatonin gummies)

Platonic Yandere Surgeon Dabi pt 2

You folded the blanket neatly, completing making up the hospital bed. It was your last day here, you were gonna be discharged. And although Dr Dabi was insistent on keeping you for longer than 3 days, you were just as stubborn, promising you'd return to be more pain in his ass.

"Here are your things!" The nurse handed you the little belonging you'd brought along. Even though Dr Dabi had made sure that the entire hospital staff knew to treat you like a V.V.I.P patient, you had already charmed most of them on your own. I mean, there's no such thing as a perfect patient, but god did you come close to it. Always saying thank you, apologising when you'd need their help with basic things, cooperating with them when they'd change your IVs and bandages.

"Are you sure you don't need a wheelchair, sweetie?" The nurse asked once more, bringing the wheelchair inside your room again.

You smiled and shook your head. "No, thank you-"

"I don't remember telling you to give Miss Y/n the choice, Nurse Sophie." Dabi said, walking in with an irritated look on his face, his eye bags making him look angrier than usual.

The poor nurse stammered. "I- I just-" but Dabi didn't bother listening to her explanation, snatching the wheelchair from her and bring it to you.

"Sit."

You crossed your arms. "No. I'm fine walking on my own."

"Your stitches haven't healed yet, your ribs are still bruised. I don't need you getting another internal bleeding or passing out in my hospital."

"But I'm fine-"

"You either leave in the wheelchair, or you don't leave at all. I won't sign your discharge papers." Dabi said with a serious face, waiting for you to challenge him.

The nurse could only look between you two, sensing the tension, wondering who'd relent.

It was you.

"Ugh fine!" You said, plopping yourself in the chair. "You just want to embarrass me every chance you get, don't you?"

Dabi rolled his eyes and smiled. "Yeah, that's the big plan." He rolled you out of your room and down to the exit.

"Why are we in the parking?" You don't remember owning a car or bringing your bicycle.

"I'm driving you home."

"Why? I could just get a cab."

"I don't trust you or the cab. You'd probably hop out of it to save money."

"Hey! I'm not that poor!" You huffed. "Besides, I'd call a friend to pick me up."

Dabi wheeled you towards his BMW. "Look, I'll sleep better knowing you got home safe."

You sighed. "Fine, but you're gonna get some morphine."

"No."

"Acne cream? I'd make a couple of bucks selling that to kids at school."

Dabi face palmed. "Fine, whatever."

"What the fuck?" You hopped out of the car as soon as your house came into view. Why were there cop cars outside of your house?

"Y/n, stop-!" Dabi called from behind, but you ran ahead, finally stopping when the cops prevented you from going any further.

"That's my house! What's going on here?!"

One of the lead investigators walked ahead. "Are you miss Y/n L/n?"

"I- yes."

"Ma'am, we've received a report about child neglect and abuse-"

"T-thats not true!" You said, trying to come up with an excuse. "Who even gave you that report?!"

"Anonymous tip. But between you and me kid, it's probably a relative or one of your neighbours." The cop said, before looking back at the house. Just then your parents were being dragged out of the house. Your alcoholic father had was being pulled by 2 cops as he yelled obscenities at them, while your mother quietly wept as a cop lead her towards the police car.

"Mom!" You slipped past the cops and towards your mother, who cried when she saw you.

"Y/n! You're alive! I- I thought he'd killed you-"

"Mom! Shh! Don't say a word to the police! Not without a lawyer! I'll get you out of there!" You promised her. Your mother wasnt a bad person, she just never was able to defend you from your father.

You looked at your father, who'd now somehow managed to get away from the cops and made a run for you, tackling you to the ground. He began choking you.

"You bitch! This is all your fault!" He was close to crushing your windpipe, but the cops pulled him off you.

You could only cry as you watched them taken away. Dabi walked over to you, taking off his jacket and putting it around you, before pulling you up.

"Y/n? Are you okay?" He asked, but you only wept. What the fuck are you supposed to do now.

The lead investigator walked over to you. "Listen kid, your parents are gonna spend the night at the station where they're gonna be interrogated. You probably won't see them until they get a court date. You got somewhere to stay there until then?"

You stopped crying and nodded. "Yeah, I'll stay at my aunts."

"Need me to drive you?"

"I'll take her." Dabi told the cop, who only took his card before leaving.

You remained silent as Dabi drove you towards the address you'd gave him. But the location he'd came to, it was an abandoned house.

"Thanks for the ride." You said, about to leave the car but Dabi pulled you back in.

"There is no aunt, is there?"

"No." You didn't have it in you to lie anymore. "But I've spent a lot of nights at this abandoned house many times. I'll be fine."

"Are you out of your mind? Do you know the type of people that could get in there and what they'd do to you?"

"I'll be fine-"

"No, you won't." He began turning the car. around. "I'm taking you to my place-"

You slammed your hands on the dashboard. "I SAID I'LL BE FINE!" You yelled, before finally breaking down.

Dabi unbuckled himself and pulled you into a hug. "Shhh, come on. I'm sorry, okay? I just- I can't leave you here. If something happened to you, I'd- I'd never forgive myself."

"Why... do you care?" You whispered.

Dabi shrugged. "Dont you know it by now? You're my favourite pain in the ass." You chuckled.

"Still, I can't go to your house. I just- I cant, okay? It's weird, and you've already done enough for me."

Dabi sighed. "Alright. How about I take you back to the hospital then? You could stay in my office, crash on the couch for the night?"

You nodded. Dabi began driving back towards the hospital, and halfway through the drive, he saw you on browsing on your phone.

"What are you looking for?"

"Lawyers."

"Why?"

"To get my mom out."

Dabi didn't say anything after that, preferring to remain silent instead of pointing out that she deserves to be in jail. You're enough wounded emotionally as it is.

Dabi had gone to bring you a pillow and a blanket. His office was pretty big and minimilast interior, and it didn't look like he brought in a lot of people in here.

You honestly don't know how to thank him. He's gone above and beyond to help you, and not just tonight. Your medical bills that he always waived off, saying the hospital pays for them because they have a programme that takes cases on like yours. But deep down, you knew it was his pocket all your bills were being paid for.

"Y/n." You looked over to the door where Dabi stood, along with a man in a fine suit. "This is my boyfriend, Keigo Takami."

You stood up and shook his hand. "Its very nice to meet you."

"Likewise, kid." The blonde smiled.

"Y/n, he's a lawyer." Oh no. "Before you say no, at least tell him the whole story, maybe he can just consult you or refer you to a suitable lawyer."

You closed your eyes and thought for a bit. That's the thing, isn't it? Dr Dabi, he's always willing to help you, and that's why you can't turn him down when he offers more help because it feels... rude.

"Okay."

After 30 minutes, you'd told everything to Keigo. You'd explained that your father was an alcoholic and that's why he beat up often. Your mother got beat up by him too, but she was far too in love with him to ever stand up against him. Over time, it took a toll on her mentally and thus she never had it in her to leave your father. You'd grown up used to it, and you only had a year if school left before you left for college and you would take your mother with you.

"I see." Keigo nodded. "Can I be honest with you?"

"Yes."

"Chances of your parents getting out of jail are not good. Especially, since the police actually saw your father attack you."

"I don't care about my father. I need to get my mother out. She's not the abuser here, she's the victim!"

"She might be, but still, the prosecution will charge her with child neglect. And when they present it to the jury, no matter how much the lawyers say that your mother was the victim here, they'll pin it that she's mentally ill, thus unfit to become a mother. And then you'll be sent to foster care." Keigo said, watching the colour drain out of your face.

"But- but- if she gets a good lawyer, we might have a fighting chance! I'll- I'll even testify!"

"Your parents can't afford a good lawyer, hun. And the lawyer the state will give them, don't give a rats ass about cases like these." He said, his face solemn as you began tearing up. Keigo never liked being the bearer of bad news, but the truth always hurts.

You sniffled. "What... what can I do?"

"In my experience, the judge usually rules in the favour of the prosecuters. But... if you allow me to represent your mother, I might be able to help." Keigo said, before pulling out his card and handing it to you. "I have a firm, so I'll have enough resources to help your mom out. So, what's your decision?"

Your mouth was agape in surprise. You looked at Keigo, and then at Dabi who was leaving against the wall with his hands shoved in his pockets, a lazy smile on his face.

"I- I can't." You looked down. "Thank you for everything you've done so far, but I can't accept this." You stood up and began walking towards the door. There's a limit to someone's kindness, and you do not want to take anymore than you already have.

"You might never see your mother again, Y/n." Those words, those goddamn words stopped you dead in your tracks. Dabi and Keigo watched as your shoulders began to tremble, and Keigo nodded at Dabi, who pulled you back inside, letting you cry into his shoulder.

Keigo sighed, pouring you a glass of water. "I know my words are harsh, but I need to give wakeup calls to my clients. If you really do want to save your mother, I'm the best shot you've got."

"I know you don't like accepting help, but you need to put your pride aside for this one, Y/n." Dabi said, pushing the glass to your lips. You calmed down and nodded.

"Fine, but- but I need you to write down your fees for this case right now." You gave him his card back, flipping it over so he'd write a number.

Keigo shook his head. "My firm does pro bonos-"

"No, Im not accepting charity. You're either gonna write me a number or I'll look for another lawyer." You said, lips pursed and determined look in your eyes. You won't relent.

Keigo and Dabi shared a look. Keigo sighed and pulled out his pen from his coat pocket, and wrote down a figure. From the number of zeroes in it, you knew it was a real fee, albeit a discounted one.

"You can pay this amount whenever you want, but I have 1 condition." You looked at him. "Until your mother is out, you're gonna live with us."

"No-"

"That's non negotiable. Take it or leave it." Keigo said, crossing his legs and looking at you with a serious face. He was not going to compromise on this. You looked at Dabi for help, but he shook his head. "Come on, it'll be good for all of us. I won't have to worry about you hurting yourself and Keigo can be in constant contact with you about your mother's case."

You thought about it, before nodding. "Okay, but you're gonna treat my mom like a real client, right? Draw up the paper work and stuff, and you'll put this fee in it too."

Keigo smiled. "Of course, and I'll put in my condition in as well. You're gonna sign it tomorrow, okay?"

"Okay."

"Good. Now that it's settled-" Keigo yawned and stretched his arms. "-let's go home! I'm tired as hell, Dabi!"

Dabi rolled his eyes and began pulling you out of the room. "You stayed home all day. How are you tired?"

"ZOOM MERTINGS TAKE A TOLL ON ME TOO, DABI!"

You laughed as the duo continued to bicker, and it was a sound that you fell asleep to in their car. Dabi and Keigo hushed when they saw your peaceful face, and they both shared a look before grinning like Cheshire cats.

Keigo was the one who tipped off the cops about your parents, and he was buddies with the lead investigator, which is why he told them to let go of your father and attack you, so that everyone had witnessed that. He did all this to please Dabi, and now that he'd met you, he saw why Dabi wanted to adopt you.

And tomorrow, you're gonna sign the document that makes you theirs forever. After all, you did agree to stay with them until your mother comes out of jail.

Now Keigo has just gotta make sure that she never does.

The devil is in the details.

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Dabi beats up an asshole ex step-mom, but it’s comfort

Guess who isn't doing so well on this wonderful day, you fucking guessed it, me. They’re childhood friends and the reader stayed in contact with Dabi even after he left his family and they both became villains, the reader not so much but they aren’t exactly a lawful citizen. Also can you tell I’m venting some shit, obviously this is highly exaggerated and I wouldn’t hurt anyone, but god does it feel good to get some anger out. I’m 6cm taller than Dabi and much bigger, and I’m saying this because it ended up being a bit of self insert, or at least with a big reader.

You weren’t really sure what triggered it this time. Scratch that, you knew exactly what made it happen, but you didn’t really want to accept it.

“Fuck!” you yelled as you hit the brick wall for the hundredth time that evening.

You knuckles were bleeding and bruised, but you didn’t care, you barely even felt the pain anymore.

“Fucking bitch!” you shouted and struck the wall one more time.

“Ya know, there’s a perfectly good punching bag right there” Dabi said as he leaned against the doorframe.

You turned around, out of breath, and crossed your arms in front of yourself, trying to hide your hands.

“Can you just go away?” you asked, sounding more desperate than angry.

“Sure can, but I’m not gonna” he scoffed and started walking towards you.

You took a step back, but now your back was against the wall and you couldn’t really get away from him.

“Nowhere to run now” Dabi smirked and forcefully twisted your hands away from your sides, to see the damage you’d done this time.

“So?” you asked, looking away from him.

“You didn’t fracture anything did you?” he asked after a while, and let go of your hands.

“I-I don’t think so”

“Good, cause we’ve got something to do” he turned around and started walking out.

You grabbed your hoodie from the floor and threw it on, following Dabi out of the dusty gym.

“What exactly do you have in mind?” you asked as he pulled his hood up and put on a black facemask.

“That hag of an ex step-mom of yours is bothering you again, isn’t she? We’re gonna go greet her”

“How’d you know?” you asked and shoved your hands into your hoodie pockets.

“You yellin ‘fucking bitch’ at the top of your lungs while hittin a wall kinda gave it away”

“Ah” you shook your head.

You walked through the city, without saying so much as a word after that. When you got to her house, you grabbed Dabi’s forearm and squeezed it a little too tight for his liking.

“You’re not gonna kill her, right?” you asked, while still holding onto his arm.

“Like I said, we’re just gonna greet her” he growled and ripped his arm away from your grip.

“Sorry, I-”

You were interrupted by the door opening and that hag peeking out the door. She saw you and you could see her eyes darken. It honestly gave you goosebumps, and brought back a lot of the shit she had done.

“”What are you doing here? I thought you never wanted to see me again” she said spitefully.

“I didn’t, and I don’t, but he does”

Dabi took his mask off and shoved it into his pocket. Even though you could only see the side of his face you knew he had that crazy gleam in his eyes and he was smiling like a maniac.

“Hello Mrs” he said and pushed her back into the house so forcefully, she fell on her ass into the hallway, leaving a smoldering handprint on her shirt.

“Dabi? Isn’t this enough, she looks scared enough”

“No, not what she did to you” he hissed and you could see the smoke coming from his hands.

“What I did?! That brat is-” she started but Dabi pretty much showed his boot into her mouth.

“No one asked you anythin” Dabi growled and waved his finger in front of her face, before taking his boot off her face.

“You said you wouldn’t kill her” you said, not even really sure if you wanted to convince him.

“I won’t” Dabi said.

“But?”

“But ya might want to call an ambulance soon” he said as he grabbed her by the collar with both hands.

The fabric started smoking and burning and your former step-mother screamed, hopefully more because of fear than pain. You pressed your hands to your ears to muffle at least some of the sounds. You stepped outside for a few minutes, before calling the ambulance, but after a while you couldn’t take the noises anymore and you slammed the door open.

“Dabi!” you finally yelled and grabbed his arm.

Dabi turned his head to look at you and stopped struggling against your grip. Even though you looked angry, it didn’t seem to be directed at him. You were looking past him and down to the human sack of shit laying on the floor. Even though you were obviously angry, you also seemed very sad.

“Fine” he sighed and ripped his arm out of your grasp.

“I called an ambulance, it should be here soon, so we need to go” you said, now looking more like your calm self.

You grabbed Dabi’s hand and started dragging him away from the scene of the crime. When you had put enough distance between yourself and the house, you turned around and noticed that he was bleeding from his face and the hand you had grabbed. You figured your former step-mother had managed to rip a few of his staples off.

“I’ll patch you up once we get back to my place, put your mask back on and maybe you won’t look as suspicious as you are” you remarked.

“Yeah, yeah” he said and took his hand back to put his mask on.

You lead the way to your apartment, when you got there you sat Dabi down on the couch.

“Wait there, I’ve got some replacement staples for you and I’m gonna clean off the blood”

“I can do that myself” he argued, but you weren’t having any of it.

“Oh shut up, you’re too angry to do shit right now, I felt how your hands were shaking”

“Fuck you” Dabi growled and leaned back on the couch.

You carried one of the kitchen chairs in front of the couch and sat down on it, setting the wound cleaning supplies on the coffee table behind you.

You grabbed Dabi’s chin and started cleaning the blood off his face. You had to swipe his hair out of the way a couple of times too.

“You’re too goddamn dirty for this to be of any actual help. Go take a shower you dirty gremlin”

Dabi just sighed, but obliged with your request without much resistance, but he still made sure to smack you on the back of the head as he walked by.

“I’ll give you a t-shirt and a pair of my joggers, so throw your clothes in the washer” you yelled as he slammed the bathroom door shut.

You could hear the shower turn on and while he was in there, you decided to patch up your knuckles. You disinfected your hands and wrapped some gauze around your knuckles. Then you left the clothes you promised next to the bathroom door. You laid down on the couch to wait for Dabi to come out of the shower.

Dabi stood under the warm water for a while. How long had it been since he had actually taken a proper shower, with soap and all. He opened a couple of the shampoos and shower gels, before he found the one that smelled the most like you. He decided not to use it, but instead just took a deep breath of the smell and memorized the brand. Maybe he would buy it for you sometime. Dabi put the bottle back and chose something else that would be better for the burnt parts of his skin.

“What am I gonna do with them?” he muttered. “How do I keep them safe?”

Laying there on the couch, you got to thinking, it wasn’t like you had any love left for your ex-step-mom, but you didn’t really know how to feel about what Dabi had done. It’s not that she didn’t deserve every bit of it, it’s more about the fact that you felt like you should’ve done it yourself and not let Dabi bloody his hands again. You knew what he was, you knew who he worked with and the things he’d done, but you didn’t want to use him like some sort of an attack dog.

The bathroom door opened and Dabi stepped out. He was wearing the pants you’d given him but he wasn’t wearing a shirt. He was drying his hair on the towel and when he was done, he draped it over the chair you had brought next to the couch.

“You good?” he asked.

“Yeah, I’m fine” you said and grabbed the staples and the surgical stapler off the table. “Sit down, and I’ll patch you up too”

Dabi sat down on the couch next to you and was very still during the whole stapling operation. You were used to doing it for him, since you’d been doing this for years, ever since he had had a need for it. You grabbed his chin again and started working on his face, it didn’t seem like the skin had ripped too badly, which was a damn miracle, so you just pressed the stapler close to the old spots and pressed it down. Next was his hand, it looked much worse, but you managed to patch him up with the addition of a few stitches and the staples on top. Even when you were done, you didn’t let go of his hand, you just looked at it and brushed your thumb over the border of normal and burnt skin.

“Do you hate me now?” he asked suddenly.

“I may be annoyed at you, but I could never hate you” you said as you put the last staple to his hand. “Touya…” you used his real name to see if he would react any differently, but he didn’t seem to care. “We’ve been friends since we were kids, and you’ve always looked out for me. You know I appreciate that, but I don’t want to take advantage of your willingness to stand up for me, and I’m not so weak that I would need it anyway”

“I don’t do it because I think you’re weak. I do it because you’re too damn kind to give shitty people what they deserve”

“You might be right about that” you sighed, finally letting go of his hand. “Why’d you choose today to do that anyway?”

“Just felt like it” he shrugged.

“Sure…” you rolled your eyes. “Also, could you put a shirt on?”

“Why? You getting all hot and bothered about it?” he smirked.

“No-no, jackass” you said and hit his shoulder.

“Ouch” he said a bit over dramatically.

“Seriously though, if at all possible, I wish you didn’t have to bloody your hands even more because of me”

“I would burn the whole world down for you, and there is nothing you could do about it” Dabi said quietly, but you could hear he was very serious.

“Thank you, but I’m sure it won’t come to that” you said.

You moved to lay down on the couch but Dabi pulled you down so your head was on his lap. You could feel his hands in your hair and you took a deep breath. He smelled like sea salt and toasted cinnamon. Everything was better like this, just like this.

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shoutaaizawas · 3 years

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↳ ❝burn❞ dabi x fem!reader → part VI

summary: touya todoroki, your childhood friend was dead or so you thought. with touya in front of you all you want is answers word count: 2.4k tags/warnings: angst, dabi pov a/n: alright finally a new chapter in celebration of some manga happenings. this part is in dabi’s perspective, enjoy my attempt at making sense of all of this. masterlist

part V part V part VII

“T-Touya?” You stuttered out, eyes wide in realization. Dabi internally cursed. He should have known getting so close to you would end this way but he always did love playing with fire.

He reasoned he couldn’t leave you to die, bleeding out on the street but deep down he knew your wounds weren’t fatal. Seeing you made something churn in his chest he hadn’t felt in a long time.

“I don’t know a Touya.” He tried to play it off as he pulled out a wipe from your first aid kit to disinfect your wounds.

“Don’t lie to me.” You said, tone raw, tears welling up in your eyes cause a lump in his throat he didn’t like. “Don’t lie to me more than you already have.”

What were you supposed to tell your childhood best friend? The girl that you loved. That you still loved. Oh, sorry I actually didn’t die. I was pulled away by a villain and his offer sounded better than sticking around and being a hero?

How were you supposed to tell the person you cared for more than anything that they weren’t enough? It made him sick. He hated himself for it. You had been nothing but the perfect friend. You were there for him through everything at any cost to yourself. You gave your time, your home, your friendship, all of your effort. It meant so much to him, you had saved him from himself, and yet he still was consumed by his hate for his father.

Sometimes he wished he said no and went home, went back to you. Maybe things would have been different, granted the villain most likely would have just killed him. His hatred had been deep and he was offered power and the means to get back at his father if he went to the villain's side.

It was wrong. He knew it was wrong but he was past being a good man. The memory seemed so far away now. That night had been so long ago.

“I’m sorry.” He said, looking away. He couldn’t handle the look in your eyes.

“I’m sorry?” You repeated you sounded so hurt. Torn apart. “You fake your death, become a villain and all you have to say is I’m sorry?!”

He could hear rain begin to pour down outside, thunder cracking overhead from your quirk. He was familiar with how it flared up with your emotions. It had never been because of him.

You tried to stand up but let out a hiss of pain from the stab wound. He grabbed you pushing you back down.

“Just sit down, please.” He said as he went back to tend to your wound. Scarred hands gentle against your skin. “I don’t know what to say.”

“All I ever wanted was for you to be alive.” You said quietly. Before you sounded angry but now you just sounded broken. “I spent everyday mourning you. Losing you changed me but this whole time you’ve been alive and you just let me think you were dead.”

“What was I supposed to say?” His rough voice soft. “Sorry, I have to fake my death and I’m going to become a villain.”

“I would have preferred that.” Your eyes were on his hands that were now stitching up the wound, following the movement. “Anything would have been better than thinking you were dead. I’ve blamed myself for that night every day of my life. I thought what if I said something different, what if I stopped you-”

Tears finally broke in your eyes, running down your cheeks. A sob escaped your lips and his heart broke.

This was his fault, he did this.

He should have stood up and left and never looked back. That’s what he would have done if he was committed to being a villain, to ending Enji Todoroki. If he wanted to leave his weakness behind. But he couldn’t. He couldn’t leave you again after he hurt you so badly in the first place.

Dabi sat down next to you, pulling you into his arms and into his chest.

"I'm sorry, raindrop." He said. "I'm so sorry. Hurting you is the last thing I ever wanted to do. It's my biggest regret." His hand brushed over your hair soothingly.

"I've missed you so much." You said against his chest, tears still flowing freely. "All I ever wanted was you back."

“I missed you.” He said quietly. He knew this was bad, he shouldn’t be here but he couldn’t help himself. He couldn’t bring himself to leave right now and he knew this would only make things worse when he had to leave.

“What happened?” You asked as you looked up at him with your eyes red from crying.

“I didn’t die. Obviously.” He said as he rolled his eyes at his choice of words. “When the building collapsed it didn’t all the way. Where I was, with that villain, he kept it from crushing us. He offered me another life. He offered me revenge against my father.”

The silence felt bad. He would have much preferred you yelling at him, calling him a bad friend, anything other than this quiet. He knew you well and even if time passed he knew you were blaming yourself.

“I should have known.” You said your voice barely above a whisper. “I should have done something, I should have looked harder.” Your voice became more upset.

“No, it was my fault.” He said. It made his stomach churn with guilt to hear you blame yourself.

“I should have done something, I should have been a better friend. I-”

“Don’t say that.” He said in a low voice, his hand grabbing your cheek and pulling your gaze to his. “I’m the monster, I’m the one who should be blamed. I had the best friend I could ask for and I still decided to leave. There is nothing you could have done. The hate in me for my father was so strong, nothing could have stopped it.”

You stared at him in silence, processing his words. There was only so much he could say, only so much he could apologize for. He was still a villain and what was an apology without a change in one’s actions. As much as the idea of running away with her and never looking back sounded appealing he needed to get his revenge on Enji Todoroki and he would do so even if he died in the process.

“Here, you should lay down in your bed. You need to rest.” He said helping you up and moving you towards your bedroom. “Change into something comfortable, I know how much you hate the thought of touching your bed in anything other than bedclothes.” He teased. Even after all this time, he couldn’t forget her quirks. He moved to give her privacy but she caught him by the wrist.

“Don’t go.” You said before a pause. “I mean, don’t leave while I change. Like the house, not my room.”

He had to hide his laugh at how flustered you looked.

“I’ll be right outside.” He said. After a few moments, the door opened and he returned into the room.

He pulled the covers back and helped you into the bed. He sat down facing you.

“You need to leave the country, hide far away from the commission. They won’t stop until you’re no longer a threat to them.” He said. You needed to get away, far from everyone who could hurt you. He couldn't bear the thought of something happening to you.

“They can’t get away with what they’re hiding.” You said. “What kind of hero would I be if I could put an end to this and I just ran away to protect myself?”

“You’d be alive.” He said. “There’s no way you can stop them, not the way you would want to do it. The only way to stop them is to burn hero society to the ground and I doubt you want to join the League.”

“That’s not true, there are always more options you just have to fight for them.” You said. Stubborn as always. He sighed. “We could stop this, together the right way. Touya, I know you wanted to be a hero, you wanted to save people, to help them. We could stop this broken system, we could fix it.”

“All I want is for my father to suffer and to die.” He said in a low voice.

“Even if innocent people get hurt in the process?” You questioned. “You know what it’s like to be hurt, to suffer at the hands of other people, and be powerless to stop it. Don’t you want to help people like that more than kill Enji? He should pay for what he’s done but killing him won’t erase the damage he’s already done. It’ll only make it worst for you.”

Dabi paused.

“It’s not that simple. You can’t just fix hero society. The problems run too deep, it needs to burn.” He said. “You need to leave the country, get away from them, and get out of the way of the League. Sleep on it, maybe then you’ll realize there’s only one way to keep yourself alive.”

He knew from the look in your eyes you wouldn’t let it go. He hoped you would feel different in the morning but he knew your sense of justice would never let this go.

“It’s not worth it.” For a moment he was confused before realizing you weren’t talking about yourself anymore. “Enji isn’t worth ruining your life, hurting yourself.” Your hand took his, thumb brushing over his burns. How were you not disgusted by them?

“He deserves it.” He replied.

“But you don’t deserve this.” You said, eyes wide as you looked at him. “You deserve so much more. You deserve to be happy, to feel safe, and cared for.”

“People like me don’t deserve those things.” He said. The last thing he deserved was a kind life. Not after everything he had done.

“You do!” You let out a huff, your eyebrows furrowing. “Life has been so cruel to you, it doesn’t have to stay that way. Things can get better, life can be kind to you.”

“I can’t turn back now, I chose this path. There’s no hope left for me.”

“Touya, please.” You begged, your hand gripping his. “You said I should leave and not look back. I’ll do it if you go with me. We can leave together, we can be safe. Happy. Like we always should have.”

Dabi stared at you, eyes focused on your expression. You were serious. He knew how hard it would be to walk away, to leave even though you were convinced that you could fix hero society. The idea was optimistic, idealistic even.

For a moment it was easy to indulge, to dream. Imagining a life with you far away from all of the horrible things that the both of you had been through. A small house far away from everyone or maybe you could travel the world together. Whatever it would be it would be peaceful.

Dabi didn’t want to run away together as friends though, he wanted to confess. Tell you how he felt about you, how he always felt. He could remember his dreams when the both of you were young, marrying you, building your own happy family. Even if that family was just the two of you. But how could you feel like that about him especially after everything he had done. How could you ever love him back? Even if you did he would only be dragging you down. You deserved to be happy with someone who could keep you safe not make things worse.

“You know I can’t do that.” He said.

“You could,” You said, your hands cupping his cheeks. The contact of your cool skin against his warm skin sent a shiver down his spine. “I know you think you can’t but you could walk away from it all right now. Please, Touya.”

If he thought his heart was already broken now it certainly was. How could you want to run away with him after he faked his death? What kind of friend was he that he didn’t tell you? You were the only person who had ever been there for him. He wanted to see you happy but he knew he could never be the one to do it. Walking away was the best thing to do for you.

“You need to get rest.” He said. “We’ll talk about this later.” That was a lie.

“You’re going to stay?” Your eyebrows drawn up and the tears still in your eyes pulled at his heartstrings.

“Yes.” That was another lie.

“Can you sit here with me till I fall asleep?” You asked. Dabi moved, sitting beside you against the headboard. You laid down, pulling the covers up as you looked at him. Hesitantly you reached out taking his hand, your touch so soft. When was the last time someone had touched him without the intent to hurt him? You were probably the last person who had. Your eyes were trained on his hand, fingers ever so gently as they passed over the staples that held his skin together.

Dabi watched as you moved closer to him, nearly pressed against the side of his leg. Without thinking his hand moved to your hair, brushing over it slowly as if it would be the last time. Well, it probably would be the last time.

“I missed you.” You said, hands playing with the hem of his shirt, his jacket discarded earlier at the door.

“I missed you too.” He whispered back. He continued to stroke your hair until your breathing evened. He knew he needed to leave but he wanted to stay longer even if it was just for a moment. He knew that leaving would only hurt you more but nothing good would come from him staying.

After a while he stood, his hands careful to move you without waking you. He stared at you, taking in your features he sighed. He loved you more than anything but it was too late to turn back. He leaned down, his lips meeting your forehead. Relishing in the contact, lingering on your skin.

"I'm sorry, raindrop." He said before he moved to the doorway. As he walked out of your room he steeled himself as he tried not to look back.

He returned to the living room spotted your desk, there he found paper and a pen. A hint of a smile crossed his face, some things never changed, you always loved cute stationery.

Walking out he knew that this was the last time he would see you like this. Chances were the next time you met things wouldn’t end well.

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Ichor Pt 3 (DabixReader)

TW: Blood, Swearing.

I love this crazy psycho more than I probably should.

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You’re consumed by fire. Blue and brilliant, igniting from every inch of your skin. You’re a beacon in the dark, a sacrifice to your own pyre as you kindle the ground into a sea of flames. They rise around you and into the sky, flickering and lapping at any inch they can devour as they grow higher and higher. You’re the eye of the firestorm, the source and the match to keep it alive.

Wind sweeps it past your vision until it’s nothing but blue. Rain threatens in the darkening sky to dampen your fire. Your eyelids threaten to dip into your vision, to seal you off from the offering you’re displaying as the sky opens up to red droplets of blood. Rusty and murky and metallic. They ink your skin unlike any other liquid you’ve ever experienced.

You’ve bled before. You’ve felt the dried and crusted cells on the outside of your skin. You’re akin to the feeling of them slipping through your veins as you rain down on the world. A gift to the lost, to the dying, to the scared. A blessing on two feet and trembling hands.

But you’re tied to the burning. As your consciousness transitions from the burning figure in the middle of the storm to the one rising above the flames and among the thundering clouds, you feel it. The thick, red thread binding you to both ends of the battle between blood and blue fire. Purple bursts into life as the flames distinguish and reignite with every droplet in the sky. Raining fire down upon the blue to taint it, to change it.

It’s the feeling of falling that jolts you awake as you feel your body start to sail below the earth and through the swirling sea of churning magenta. Is it fire? Is it mist? You lose the sight as soon as your eyes fly open and you’re looking up at the ceiling of your kitchen.

You’re laying flat on the wooden floor, your body sore and taught as you pull yourself up. Your eyes glance over the room and you catch the every creeping darkness of night outside the windows. The pot on the stove sits full of water but cold, the vegetables still sitting on the side of the sink.

Your head throbs painfully and you clench your teeth at the sensation of it trying to peel away. You used entirely too much energy last night. Or was it yesterday? How much time had passed from then to now?

Your eyes catch the clock at three forty seven in the morning before they swim through pain to look at the now empty couch.

Dabi.

Adrenaline rushes past the pain and you surge toward the hallway. He has to be here. He can’t have left. He wouldn’t have, right? If he still doesn’t have his quirk back, why would he leave?

You bump into something warm and solid as you scramble down the hallway.

“Oof!”

Arms fling to the walls to catch the fall before you and the body you ran into crash into the floor. They succeed and you dare a peek as you open your eyes to the figure holding you both up.

“Do you mind?” Dabi huffs and you stumble backwards, bowing low as your face burns.

“I’m so sorry! I thought you had left and I was worried-“

You stop and glance back up at the man in front of you.

Gone is his jacket and shirt, leaving him in just his pants. They’re stitched much like his body as you trace the patterns of burnt skin and staples connecting to his pale patches of healthy skin.

“A picture’ll last longer.” he mumbles and you avert your eyes, your face burning.

“You stayed.” you murmur back. “You’re still here.”

“Why the fuck would I leave?” he snorts and brushes past you, back toward the living room.

“I didn’t see you on the couch…” you turn and watch as he plops himself back down on the aforementioned couch.

“Wishful thinking, huh?” he calls from the living room, his burning blue eyes locking on your form. “Can’t get rid of me that easily.”

“That’s not-“ you sigh and shake your head.

Deciding against getting into this little argument with him, you shuffle toward your room instead. Your body aches with the memory of sleeping on the cold, hard floor. Your limbs are stiff with pain and you stretch to release some of the tension.

The sound of your door closing behind you gives you a moment alone. Away from Dabi, away from the world. A moment where it’s just you and your mind.

You rub your temples and pad over to your dresser. What are you getting yourself into? He’s a no good childish and insincere brute. And you just let him in your home?

You did kidnap him. But was it really considered kidnapping if he had the idea first? That abandoned house from earlier was just as bad- if not worse- than you bringing him here.

You sigh and tug off your dirty clothes. Your pant legs still have his dried blood in the fabric. It’s rusty and brown and acrid and you wince. A good soak would probably help get that out. Or seltzer water and some lemon juice. Fresh lemon juice, judging by the amount that’s stained to the threads.

Threads.

You suck in a breath and cautiously stare at your wrist. The healing scar is still there, pulsating with the puffy red outline. But as you watch and wait for the strings to appear you notice they’ve all turned into one. The multiple tendrils of strings are all intertwined into one larger thread. It pulses with red light and shoots through the middle of the door. You know without looking who it leads to. The only person it could possibly lead to.

Dabi.

But why is it just one? What happened to the others? You worry your bottom lip between your teeth and try to wipe the fear from your mind. It would be easier to just pass it off as your quirk being weird but with everything that’s happened you can’t. He lost his quirk. And it’s somehow your fault. Could it be connected with the large string connecting you two?

You’ve never focused on your quirk being attached to another person so much. Too much time had passed since your last patient was helped and you couldn’t call upon the same connection. Your quirk only lasted so long but as you scramble to remember the time limit you can’t remember if you ever looked into it.

Damn it. This was the price to pay for using your quirk and not actually training with professionals. How much farther along would you be if you had? Probably enough to know why Dabi’s quirk was gone, at least.

You sigh and tuck yourself into your pajamas and then into your bed. Sleep, in your bed and not on the floor, will do you wonders. Who knows? Maybe you’ll even wake up and Dabi’s quirk will be back.

You ignore the doubt that settles in firmly at the thought. It’s unlikely it would be that simple.

By the time you wake up it’s already afternoon. The light shifts through your curtains blindingly, the sun demanding entrance into your room. When your turn away from it your stomach reminds you just how long it’s been since you last ate.

You sigh. You last ate yesterday before you went to that battlefield to help. And all that energy you’d had saved up was used trying to take away your aid from Dabi to get his quirk back.

Shit. Dabi.

You throw yourself out of bed and replace your pajamas with comfy sweats and a simple t-shirt. There wasn’t any chance you’d be going outside today if you could avoid it, so why dress nice just for some random brute you’d kidnapped?

You wince at the thought. You’re going to have to find a different word to use. Kidnapped was just too sinister. You hadn’t really done it, not exactly. You were keeping him here to monitor his health. Like a patient. Yeah.

You shuffle out into the living room and glance around the quiet apartment. Not a hair is out of place- save for Dabi, of course. He’s sleeping soundly on the couch, his entire body sprawled across the cushions messily. Soft snores emit from him and you can’t help but just stare. The man is sleeping so...soundly? Comfortably? You can’t place the word for it but it’s like he hasn’t slept in a long while. Not any real sleep. Nothing that his body needs.

Now that you think about it, he had puked yesterday. And he didn’t eat after that as far as you know. Had he eaten before at all? Before the battle? If he had no energy and then the sudden boost of your quirk than it could be the reason his body is acting strangely. But if that was the case he’d need to eat soon.

Has he always been so thin? Even though you can see the shape of his muscles defined in his torso and arms you still see the hints of his ribs peeking out. He must not eat all that often, then. Or he had a crazy high metabolism.

You shuffle to the kitchen to pick up where you left off with the food. You ditch the pot and instead start with a frying pan for stir fry. It’s a shame you don’t have a Wok but the pan will have to do for now.

As you set about cutting the vegetables and grabbing some chicken from the fridge to add that extra protein you flick your eyes to Dabi. He’s still sleeping soundly, unbothered by the slight noise you’re making. If only he was this quiet when he’s awake. It would save you more than one headache.

You blink as he shifts on the couch, his face twitching through his slumber.

Was he having similar dreams to the one you had? Where you were swallowed by the storm? Where you were both sides of it- although you suspected the blue fire had to be his end of it.

Your eyes trail lazily to where your quirk binds you two. The thread is there just as it is in your own body. Connected to his chest, right where the heart should be.

Maybe he had died… But you wouldn’t have bothered if you knew he was dead. You know you wouldn’t have. You felt the fringes of life in his soul just as you felt your own. As you had felt so many others before. Beyond your blood coming directly from your body, what was different.

You remembered the way he drank from your arm and your face burns at the thought. The feel of his lips as he latched on to your wound and devoured the blood as if it were ambrosia. As if he needed it just as badly as he needed air, if not more than air itself. The press of his smooth lip and the burned skin of his bottom one as they brushed against you.

Your wrist throbs at the memory. You had to push him away, after all. Did he drink too much? Was that even possible?

The knock at your front door pulls your attention from your thoughts and you flinch. You glance at the clock. It’s only four in the evening. Who could be here? What do they want?

You can’t let them see Dabi. You quickly shut the stove off and dash toward the couch as quietly as you can.

“Dabi!” you hiss in his ear and he blinks a lazy eye up at you.

“Hm.” he grunts and turns over.

“You have to move.”

He doesn’t respond and you shake him lightly.

“I need you in my bedroom-“ you barely get to finish as his eyes snap back to yours and a devilish smirk crawls up his lips.

“You want a piece of me that badly, babydoll?” he murmurs silkily and sits up slowly. His hands brush up the outer side of your thighs to your hips and you shove him away, your face bright red.

“No you idiot!” you seethe. “Someone’s at the door. You have to hide.”

The excitement bleeds back to boredom on his face and he sighs.

“Lame.” he grumbles but stands and grabs his jacket, heading for the back of the hallway.

You rush to kick his boots into the closet closest to the door. The person at the door knocks again, more adamantly this time, and you take a deep breath.

You can do this. Just gotta compose yourself. It’s just a random visitor. No one knows you took a criminal in for medical reasons. Or personal. Absolutely no one saw you.

Right?

You open the door with an annoyed huff, doing your best to appear upset to have been interrupted. What you expect to see and what you do are two separate things.

And who you do see surprises you.

It’s your coworker and friend, Lively. She’s a younger girl in her early twenties with dark brown curly hair and violet eyes. She beams up at you softly from her short height and you offer a small smile in return.

“Lively, this is unexpected.” you manage and quirk a brow. “Did you need something?”

You worked at a blood bank- which among the various ridiculous double standards you knew it contained- allowed you to help in even smaller areas of society. Donating blood just makes sense when you over produce it. Working at a blood bank on top of that? Ideal. It helps you get rid of the excess build up if you don’t come across someone who needs help on the off hand AND you get to help others who do need help. Even if the blood is boosted by your quirk you still think it helps. And thus far no one has suspected a thing.

“Hey I just dropped by to give you the schedule for next month.” Lively smiles. “I know you have some time off these next couple of weeks and I wanted to make sure you knew what was coming up.”

“Oh that’s so sweet, thank you.” you smile and take the piece of paper from her. “You could have just texted me this, you know.”

“I know but I couldn’t help stopping by!” she giggles. “I wanted to tell you about the new guy I’ve been seeing. He’s a teacher~!”

Crap. Of course she’d want to gossip and chat.

“Ah, sorry.” you frown. “Do you think maybe you could just call me about it? I’m in the middle of making dinner.”

“Oh? Sure.” her smile falters but she regains it in no time. “Is it a date?” she wiggles her eyebrows.

“No.” you stay sternly, not wanting her to get any ideas. “I have to discuss some pointers of the last proposal I brought to the medical-”

“Oh, boring stuff.” she fakes a yawn and winks. “I’ll leave you to your boring night in. But text me when you’re done!” she steps down your hall and waves off.

“Thank you, Lively!” you call back and shut the door.

You lock it for extra measure and heave a sigh of relief.

The silence deafens your ears as you stand completely still, your heart hammering in your chest. You hated lying. Absolutely, positively hated it. Especially to those you respect and cherish like your friend, Lively. But even she doesn’t know about your quirk and it’s better this way. Even if it hurts now. It’s better to keep her in the dark about your quirk and the villain in your bedroom.

Speaking of Dabi, your face burns at the implication he assumed when he first woke up. What was he thinking?! Why did he just assume you meant it in a sexual way?! You bury your face in your hands and groan. You’re not going to address this. You’re not going to even mention it. You need to keep things as professional between you two as possible. Well, slightly professional. Casual? You cringe as you try and find the right word but come up with nothing.

You close your eyes and turn back toward the kitchen to continue dinner. You’re just about to turn on the burner before you realize that Dabi’s still in your room. Alone. With all your things.

The thought is unsettling enough to make you dash to your room. You slide down the hall and to your bedroom door, your hand hovering over the knob. Sure, he’d shut the door to be discreet if someone actually walked into your home but what was he doing in there? What was he looking at? Or for?

Regardless if he is or isn’t looking he needs to get out of there. Now.

You fling the door open and scan the room for the tall man only to find him sitting at your writing desk. His turquoise eyes are scanning the walls and flickering over the photos and memento’s you’ve put up. He turns to you with a bored look as he yawns and you breathe a sigh of relief. He wasn’t going through your things. At least as far as you can tell. Everything looks to be in the same spot as it was before but you weren’t the neatest person in the world so it’s not easy to tell.

“Did they leave?” Dabi mumbles and rests his head on his fist.

“Uhm, yes.” you swallow and force yourself to keep eye contact, ignoring the fact he doesn’t have a shirt on. “It was a coworker.”

Not that he needed to know who was at the door but you can’t stop yourself from explaining. Especially as he continues to sit in silence. He quirks an eyebrow up at you and you bite the inside of your cheek. Why is he just sitting there and staring at you?

“And?” he presses and you blink.

“And nothing. She just dropped off my schedule for work.” you sigh and step into your room, skirting past him and toward your dresser.

You grab your laundry basket filled with dirty clothes to pretend you came in the room to pick it up. Totally not to make sure he wasn’t snooping. Absolutely not. Actually, why even bother trying to hide it? Your bedroom is your most private space and having a stranger in here is uncomfortable. It’s normal to be anxious and suspicious. Right?

“You should probably clean yourself up.” you mumble and start making your way back to the kitchen. “You can shower while I cook some fried rice. Do you want me to wash your clothes, too? I can’t imagine they’re clean after that battle.”

Dabi stands and follows you out of the room, quiet as you ramble on.

“What? Don’t want your coworker knowing a dirty villain is in your apartment?” he scoffs and you roll your eyes.

“I don’t want anyone to know a dirty villain is in my apartment, actually. Like I told you yesterday, I want my life to go back to normal.”

“And normal is kidnapping then caring for some dangerous stranger?” he chuckles darkly and you feel the heat from his body radiating behind you.

He’s trying to intimidate you. Or fluster you. And you’re not going to let it work.

“Both of us understand our agreement, yes?” you sigh, “I figure out how to get your quirk back and then you leave forever. I wouldn’t say I’m caring for you- that’s not what this is at all. I’m covering basic needs. Making sure you don’t smell like a goddamn barn animal? That’s a must. Food? Food is needed if you want either of us to have the proper amount of energy to get through this. Washing your clothes? Mandatory. I’m not going to let you sully my entire home with your filth. If we’re going to get this done as quickly as possible we’re doing it my way.”

He weighs your words for several long minutes before he brushes past you and toward the bathroom.

“Towels?” he calls over his shoulder, raising a brow.

“Linen closet.” you point to the door across from the bathroom. “What about your clothes?”

He opens it and grabs two towels, his face blending from bored to an amused smirk.

“You really just wanna get me naked, don’t you?” he chuckles and meets your gaze as his hands start to slide to the waistband of his pants.

“Just leave them outside the door!” you squeak and turn away from him- much to his delight as he laughs from the hall.

Dabi’s laugh is unusually delightful. Even though you can recognize the smooth tones of his voice like bourbon on ice, the silky notes caressing your ears with a sultry note, his laugh somehow amplifies the sensation. Goosebumps run down your body and you shiver in front of the washer and dryer.

You try to push past it and ignore the feeling of his voice sliding down through your ears and into your mind but it reverberates like a toll of a bell. Shockwaves of it linger as you stuff clothes into the washer and listen to the sound of the shower turning on down the hall. Once your basket is empty you grab the clothes Dabi left outside of the bathroom door and dump them in with the load. You start it and turn back toward the kitchen, finally getting back to finishing cooking.

The food hadn’t grown too cold but you hate leaving it alone for so long. It won’t taste the best but it’ll be food. The point of it isn’t it’s taste, it's the sustenance. The amount of enjoyment is secondary to its primary goal. Food is energy. Energy means you can work more with your quirk and get Dabi out of your hair.

Yet you still feel the tug of the thread connecting you two. It’s a constant feeling deep in your bones, knotted to the essence of your soul. It’s beyond what you’ve experienced. Sure, you’ve heard about the red thread of fate but that can’t be this, right? It was probably just red because of the blood. That was the central point of your quirk! And blood is red! That’s the only reason those string things connected you two and then turned into one. Probably.

As you finish making food the shower stops in the bathroom. You set two plates filled with fried rice at your kitchen table. You settle into your own and actually enjoy the first few bites before you nearly choke to death.

You made the mistake of looking up as Dabi sat down across from you, water still dripping from his damp hair and down his body. He barely pays attention to you as he glances at the plate of food, his eyes scanning the steam rolling off of it. Your eyes are wide and glued to the steam rolling off of him- the patches of burnt flesh and staples holding him seemingly in one piece. Although you know it's rude to stare you can’t help yourself. Some parts of your brain short circuit and freeze all intelligent thinking.

You don’t know what you expected him to do since you did take his clothes to wash but it wasn’t just to walk out in only a towel. It’s loosely slung on his hips, dipping lower than you’re willing to let your eyes wander. He has another towel draping over his shoulders to catch the brunt of water cascading down from his hair.

You tear your eyes away from him before you get caught staring and focus completely on your food. Only on your food. Plate. Rice. Vegetables. Chicken. Shoveling the food into your mouth. Never once looking up.

No wonder he made a joke about you wanting to get him naked.

If he saw this as an issue before his shower, why didn’t he say anything about it?! You fight off the urge to snap at him for it. You don’t want to give him the satisfaction of knowing he’s gotten to you. If he gets even a hint of your flustered state you know you’ll never hear the end of it.

“Thanks for the food.” he grumbles and you dare to meet his gaze with a solemn nod.

You turn your eyes back down to your plate. He totally didn’t have a knowing glint in his eyes. Absolutely not. He’s clueless to this ridiculous miscommunication.

“So,” he sighs as he picks up his utensils, “your quirk.”

Do you two really have to talk about this now? Like, right now? Can’t it wait until later?

“Hm.” you strain to keep your eyes on your plate.

“Anything different today?”

You should tell him about the threads turning into one. But you don’t even fully know what that means just yet. Then again, he could help decipher it. But what if he gets the wrong idea?

“Actually,” you swallow the food in your mouth, “kind of.”

He waits quietly and you dare to glance up to his face. Your eyes catch slightly on his bare chest for a second longer than they should and his smirk lets you know that he caught it.

“Oh?” he pushes, a cocky look capturing his eyes.

“H-how it normally works, I guess, is I have these...Threads connecting me to the recipient. Before I helped you I never actually paid much attention to them. I just let the person go with the boost. But there were these threads that connected you to me and when I tried to take them back we both passed out.”

“Yesterday?”

You nod and push your food around your plate.

“Ye-Yes. Yesterday. When I woke up, though, I found the threads that had been there before turned into one larger piece.”

He tilts his head as you meet his eyes. The cocky look and smirk are long gone, replaced by the neutral bored look that seems to be his norm. His gaze dips to the side as he glances at the couch.

Was he thinking about last night?

You debate telling him about your dream but decide against it. That was a clear message from your subconscious on how you were feeling. It has nothing to do with your quirk and this situation. It’s just a manifestation of your fears and worries.

“I won’t try and take it away.” you burst out before he can say anything.

His gaze flickers back to you, an eyebrow rising on his face. Questioning.

“If it makes us both pass out then it’s not good to take it away.” you murmur. “I won’t do it again.”

“Can you add more?”

Add more? But the only way to do that…

The blood packs in your fridge. You jolt from your chair and hurry toward your fridge, throwing it open and grabbing two packages. Just for good measure. You return to the table and step to his side, extending the bags toward him.

“You’d have to drink more.” you say quietly.

“Why not from the source? That’s what you did last time, right?” he glances from the blood bags to your face.

“That could have been the problem, though.”

“Then why go with that to begin with?” he sighs, “why not just feed me the bags?”

“I didn’t have them.” you seethe. “Drink one.”

“No.” he shakes his head, his eyes never breaking from yours.

Challenging you, he stands from his chair. You keep your gaze glued to his, too determined to let his state of undress bother you.

“Do it.” you push them to his chest. “It could fix your quirk.”

“Or it could make it worse.” he pushes them back toward you.

“If not getting it back is the worst that can happen then what’s so bad?” you push them back toward him.

“I want it the way you gave it originally.” his nostrils flare and you steel your nerves.

He’s taller than you. And stronger. And more experienced in taking what he wants but you have the fact you have to willingly give him your blood on your side. He can’t just take it from you.

He grabs the wrist you fed him from originally and turns it over to see the scar. You try and yank it away from him but it’s no use. He’s got a firm grip on you.

“I’m getting real tired of you ordering me around.” he growls and you squirm to try and tear your arm from his hand.

He pulls it closer to his face.

“We don’t do this your way anymore. We do this my way. Even if that means you’re a sweating mess barely able to remember your own name. Even if I have to bleed you dry. I will do whatever it takes to take back my quirk from every last drop of blood you have.”

“I didn’t- ugh- take it!” you snap and tug uselessly at your arm. “Let me go!”

“No.”

“You can’t take any drop of my blood without it being willing.” you hiss. “Bleeding me dry won’t do anything.”

“It’d kill you.” he says coldly and you freeze.

He wouldn’t.

Right?

“Who knows?” he chuckles darkly, “maybe the moment you fade from this godforsaken planet I’ll get my quirk back in full. Maybe you don’t have to give it willingly. Have you ever experimented with it to know?”

He yanks you to his chest, glowering down at you with fuming fire in his blue eyes. He examines your wrist with a glare as he shoves back your sleeve to reveal your entire arm.

“You don’t have any idea what I do and don’t know about my quirk.” you spit. “I could choose to kill you with it, asshole.”

“Oh, can you? Would you? You’re such a saint, aiding any poor soul bleeding before you. You can’t even stomach the thought of killing someone on purpose. The guilt gnaws at your mind, at your precious little heart. I know you wouldn’t dare. You can’t.”

His body is burning with warmth. His hands on your arm feel like they’re about to burn your flesh down to the bone. Is he trying to summon his quirk? Or trying to roast you alive?

“You’re content to sit idly by and let the world go to shit so long as you get to stay out of everyone’s attention. But that leaves you all alone, doesn’t it? Your coworker was unexpected but she doesn’t normally come to check on you.”

You feel your eyes widen at his words. He’s more perceptive than you have him credit ford

“You jumped at the first sign of anyone at your door. You have few photos of you in groups, you’re not a very outgoing person. Your friends know your solitary lifestyle. How long until someone notices you haven’t said anything? Haven’t reached out? I can break you before anyone even knows you’re in trouble.”

Your heart is racing in your chest, your breath short and panicked as his grip tightens on your arm. You can feel yourself tremble as he speaks. His voice cutting lower and lower until he’s snarling at you, inches from your face.

“Know your place, [Name]. You’re trapped here just as much as I am. Don’t forget I won’t hesitate to kill you.”

Your name. You never told him your name.

Your bedroom. He did snoop.

He knows who you are. He knows your name. He knows where you work. He knows your lack of social interactions well enough to deduce you’re mostly a shut in. And worst of all?

He’s absolutely right.

#Dabi #Ichor #blood #dabi x reader #dabixreader #dabi x y/n #dabi x you #my hero academia #boko no hero academia #dabi todoroki #dabi is a todoroki #divinewhimsy #swearing

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laceymorganwrites · 4 years

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Serendipity part 1

Word Count: 1,846

Pairing: None yet

Warnings: swearing, dark themes (self worth issues, Eating disorder)

Summary: (Y/N) is a Nurse that finds a bleeding Dabi in the Elevator and takes care of him

Credit: @hoemine for the Reader being a medic and her reaction to Dabi

Taglist: @varia-venus

You just home from a late shift at the hospital and were ready to head straight to bed. With everything going on in the clinic you worked in, be that shitty patients or coworkers who insulted your knowledge, you really learned to anticipate the moment you could finally leave.

It was like a relief, you were a nice person, but work has been very stressful lately.

So when you stepped into the elevator and saw a man bleeding out, instead of screaming in shock or disgust, you just groaned and crouched down to him, pressing the button to your floor.

“Hello? Can you hear me?” you tapped him lightly, how long has he been in here? It couldn´t be long, he hasn´t lost that much of blood yet, but enough for you to do something right now before it was too late.

The man moved, but you held him down.

“Don´t move! You´re gonna make it worse that way” you helped him up and tried to support him as best as you could before you stumbled into your apartment.

You carefully laid him down on the couch and got all of your first-aid things.

“Alright, where´s the wound?” you asked, smiling at him despite the situation.

Dabi pointed to his stomach, but was too weak to lift his shirt alone.

He didn´t think anything in this situation, he was barely holding on. All the regrets and consequences this could have came later.

You carefully removed the fabric of his clothing from his wound before cleaning and stitching it up.

“There you go! You can rest here for the night and should eat something when you´re better. And drink something too, but for now, just rest” you got him a blanket and then went to sleep yourself.

Dabi didn´t sleep well at all, he had feverish dreams and woke up with a murderous headache.

What the fuck happened last night? And why was he still here?

Oh right, some drunk fuck jumped him last night, but that was only natural Looking as hideous as Dabi did, it was a given so to speak. He scared people and when they were afraid they did stupid things.

Just like you did.

He watched you make breakfast for him and it infuriated him, it was like he watched a life he knew he could never have, a life he actively disregarded a long time ago.

“Oh, you´re awake” you noticed and came over to him with the food and water.

“How´s the wound? You shouldn´t move around too much or it´ll open again” you instructed him, still saying seated next to him.

It irritated him, you should have thrown him out, be in the farthest corner away from him or shouldn´t even have let him in.

“What the fuck were you thinking?” he gnarled at you, making you blink in surprise.

“Nothing really, I saw a hurt person and helped.” you answered honestly.

“Well that´s fucking stupid of you, I could´ve killed you” he raised his voice but you didn´t flinch.

“So? You didn´t. And I told you not to move around, the stitches are gonna come off” you warned him again.

“Don´t you know who I am? I mean taking a hurt stranger into your home is one thing, sure still stupid, but me? Now that´s just like a deer in the fucking headlights… you´re gonna regret it, trust me” he sourly stated.

You sighed heavily.

“Look, I know you´re a villain and frankly I couldn´t care less about that. If I see a hurt person I´m helping them and that´s that. Besides, I never liked heroes that much anyway. Now eat your fucking food before it gets cold, or do I have to feed you with it?” you crossed your arms and looked down on him.

Dabi reluctantly grabbed the fork you held to his face and started eating, you made sure he ate and drank all of it.

You smiled to yourself and Dabi pouted a bit, looking away from you. Why did you look like you had the upper hand? Like you could read him easily, like you knew him? And why did that make him feel so vulnerable, so exposed?

The way you looked at him as if he was weak made him want to prove you wrong, after all proving people wrong was his fuel.

Yes, he might be a wounded animal as of right now, but that didn´t mean that you had control over him, you had to be fuckdumb to think that. Dabi didn´t like naive people like you, it was like you were asking to be robbed or killed…

Without another word he left your apartment, standing up too quickly as he noticed, but he was used to the dizziness his head gave him due to his weak immune system and circulation.

Somehow you got the feeling that this wouldn´t be the last time you saw him.

Your life continued, you were back at the hospital, working your ass off without getting credited.

As always.

One week later Dabi knocked on your door, well, it was rather a thud as he leaned against your door to support his body.

So as you opened the door he practically fell onto you, luckily you were able to get him to the couch again.

His appearance spooked you, he was deathly pale and breathed very thinly. His wound must´ve gotten infected, of course he didn´t listen to you, you should´ve seen it coming.

But why did he come back to you?

He probably didn´t know where else to go.

It was scary how easily you could lift him, it was as if he was just skin and bones.

And again you got your first-aid kit and got to work.

“Told you the stitches would rip...” you mumbled as you cleaned the wound again, you were right, it was infected.

He winced as you put the cooling salve on his wound, making it a bit hard for you to stitch it back up.

“Stop moving, you´ll make it worse. And stop being a fucking baby, I thought you were a big bad villain that I need to watch out for” you teased him even, which honestly was only possible in his weakened state so you exploited that as much as possible.

Luckily he listened to you, well he passed out from blood loss, but still, he was quiet now.

You finished your treatment and put his dirty shirt in the laundry before cooking dinner.

When you finished cooking, Dabi was still passed out, so you moved his legs a bit to the side so you could sit down next to him and watch TV.

He groaned when he woke up and gave you a questioning look.

“I feel like I´m gonna throw up…” he held his head, it felt like it would explode any minute now and he couldn´t wait for it.

“Don´t move, I´ll be right back” you sighed as you stood up to get a bucket from your bathroom.

When you got back, Dabi tried to get into a more comfortable position, making you roll your eyes.

“What about don´t move don´t you understand?” you put the bucket next to him and went to the kitchen to prepare a plate full of food and a glass of water for him.

You couldn´t help but notice how frail and skinny he was, how he had to force himself to eat the first time you treated him. But nutrition was important if he wanted the wound to heal completely.

“I don´t want my neck to get sore...” he grumbled, crossing his arms.

“Are you cold? I can get you a blanket” you asked, eyeing him suspiciously.

He just smirked.

“I don´t get cold” he scoffed, his eyes emitting the feeling of disgust.

“Is that so...” you sighed, giving him the glass.

“You should drink something, for your circulation. It´s weak” you stated, continuing your dinner and TV show.

“I´m not weak” he pouted.

You faced him with your arms on your hips.

“Sure you aren´t… look, I don´t care about your reputation or whatever, I´m just saying your body needs to rest and gain some strength otherwise the wound won´t close and heal. If you don´t treat it right you´re gonna die. So you could at least try to cooperate here with me” you instructed.

He took the glass after a while and took a tiny sip from it, eyeing you sideways.

You only raised an eyebrow and waited for him to at least finish half of the glass.

“Come on, your food´s gonna get cold” you handed him a fork, softening your features and your voice and smile was gentle.

“I´m not hungry” he said quietly.

You said nothing for a while, not wanting to push the matter.

“You have to eat, even if it´s just little. You´ll feel better” you quickly glanced at him.

He frowned, he didn´t like to eat, it always made him feel sick.

Dabi shook his head, thinking back on all the times he had to live out of a dumpster, those years of his life made him lose all sense of taste. It got to a point where all kinds of foods tasted disgusting to him, even though they weren´t. It was just the act of eating food and swallowing it that made his body act up.

But if he ate little by little as you suggested… maybe he´d feel better.

However that also meant he had to admit that you were right and there were little things he hated more than that, his father being one of them.

Finally after a few long moments of silence you took the fork from his hand, dug into the food and held it in front of his face.

“Open up” you ordered and subconsciously Dabi´s mouth opened.

He chewed for a very long time before overcoming his rejection for food and allowing himself to swallow it.

Immediately after he was scared of throwing up, like he always did when he ate too much.

And too much for him wasn´t even half enough for others.

“It´s alright… take your time” you softly said, smiling at him.

He was gripping the bucket as if his life depended on it.

After a bit Dabi managed to eat by himself and you got his now clean shirt, handing it to him wordlessly.

“I can´t eat anymore...” he silently admitted, looking down on the floor in shame, biting his lip and frowning.

“It´s alright, your body has to get used to it again, but I think we can manage that” you smiled at him and finished his meal yourself.

“We?” he asked.

“Well, yes, your wound needs to heal properly, it´ll take a few days. So that makes you my new roommate for now” you giggled.

Dabi just nodded, he gave up with talking back to you. It seemed fruitless and maybe, just maybe he liked being taken care of for once.

What possible consequences could there be? It was just a few days…

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bbq-hawks-wings · 5 years

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Um, if you’re not too busy can I please have a scenario or hcs of Hawks with a really empathetic s/o who becomes more and more worried about Hawks safety while infiltrating the league and feels upset whenever thinking about how stressed and worried he must feel too?

Hey wow, so this actually ended up being a whole-ass one shot. I was going to leave name spoilers for tomorrow, but close enough, so have fun!

~~~~~~~~~

“So what are plans for tonight?” You chirped over the phone whilst gathering your things for the ride home.

“Chicken and beer at the usual place?” You rolled your eyes, knowing that was how he’d answer you.

“We’ve been there four times this month, already. We can have that at home.”

“Ah, but Yasu-san’s is the best in the city!”

“If we’re going out to eat, let’s at least switch it up!”

“All right, all right. How about donburi?”

“I guess you’ll get your chicken one way or the other, huh?”

“Hey now, at least we’ll get our ow-” You heard him suddenly stop and what sounded like a swear under his breath. “Hey, babe, can I call you back? It’s, uh, work trying to get a hold of me… I’ll be back in a sec.” There was tension in his voice, perhaps an inkling of hesitation?

“O-ok.” And no sooner had the words left your mouth that you were hung up on. What was with him lately? He’d been dodgy and evasive for a while - canceling dates last minute, getting uncharacteristically possessive about his phone, and avoided talking about his day when he used to be open about it to an obnoxious degree. It had been going on for a while now and was so unlike him.

Was… Was he cheating on you? No! There had to be other explanations…

You were snapped out of your daze by the ringtone going off in your hand. How long had you been just standing there? “Hey, sorry, babe. I know we were going to meet up and go to a place together, but I’ll have to meet you there instead.”

“Ah…” You couldn’t help but betray the sinking feeling in your gut.

“I’m sorry, angel. I know I haven’t been as available, but it’s only temporary, I promise!”

“Ok then.” You didn’t sound convinced.

“Go on and pick out a place and send it to me. I won’t be long! You know me!”

“Sure.” You hung up the phone and went over the background information you’d been accumulating over time. It had to just be in your head. The way he doted over and adored you, there’s no way he’d be cheating!

You flipped through some places to grab a bite and hovered over the button to send it to him when a thought overcame you. You had his personal email added onto your phone as a contact and in the moment you realized that you could see where he was going through his GPS.

No! It was a huge breach of privacy! You trusted him, right? And then you thought back to all the distractions he brought up whenever you confronted him about his behavior - how he always had an escape for every question you brought up.

You clutched your phone a moment before pulling up his location, the dot moving in real time as he undoubtedly was flying over the city. You weren’t sure where he was going, but you were close enough to follow, even on foot. If this all really was a misunderstanding he’d forgive you, right? And if it wasn’t… well, the ball would be in your court then.

You gathered your things and flew as if carried on your own set of wings.

When you were stopped at a crossing, you sent him a meetup location so you didn’t seem suspicious, just out of the way enough to seem reasonable you were in the same neighborhood.

You followed behind and even caught occasional glimpses of him high in the air at times, the red wings much harder to parse out in the setting sunlight, until finally the dot on your phone stood still and you could confirm he was at his destination. It was the back of an abandoned store?

There didn’t seem to be soul for miles around. What on earth was he doing here? Your heart pounded in your chest as you crept around to where he seemed to be - a dark alleyway that kept an already remote location away from prying eyes. You heard them before you saw them, and carefully rounded the corner to peek at what was happening. There he was, all right; but who was the hooded figure he was talking to? You couldn’t make out his face beneath the hood, but you could tell he was tall, and that whatever their relationship he and Hawks were NOT on good terms.

“-ot you what you wanted. I don’t exactly know what you plan to do with it, but I hope that just goes to show how seriously I take this.”

“Sure, sure, birdie.” He gave a shrug and a wry chuckle. “Tell ya the truth, I don’t even know what I’ll do with it.”

“Wh-” Hawks exhaled and spread his palms as if to physically drop the matter. “Let me guess, you’ll want -”

But at this point, you’d stopped noticing what they were talking about because in the course of their back and forth banter the hooded figure had glanced in your general direction, and you swore he locked eyes with you.

Something in his gaze made your more base survival instincts kick in - the kind that knows that when you’ve been caught by a life-threatening predator sometimes the best mode of action is to stay as still as possible and hope they fool themselves into believing they never saw you. And so it was for an agonizingly long time. Hawks seemed too preoccupied and distracted to pick up your racing heart, urgent breathing, and terrified quaking. You must have been panicked enough to be seeing things because you could swear that you and this mystery man shared some sinister, intimate exchange. You caught the turquoise blue color of his eyes, the slant of thin eyebrows peeking out from under straight black hair, and then you finally noticed the stitches somehow catching some stray glint of light in the twilight. Only after the last rays of warm yellow and red light tucked themselves away behind the horizon and the cool and menacing blues of the night crept out of the shadows did you finally notice the scars.

“Are you even listening to me?”

He lazily blinked and turned his attention back to the winged hero, but to you it felt as if a hand that had been clutching your throat finally let go and you did’t bother to stick around to hear the rest of their exchange. You knew not to scramble or run, it would only make you clumsy and you could not afford a mistake now! As you speed walked, careful not to stop your feet or breathe too heavily, you only caught the man’s fading reply in the background.

“Just a stray alley cat.”

You forgot about dinner plans. You forgot about everything Hawks had told you about being safe - about going to a public place and calling the police, a hero, him, anyone. You wanted to escape to the only place in your mind that felt safe at the moment, and place was home. When you felt sure enough you could bolt without being noticed you took off like a frightened rabbit and made your way home looking over your shoulder the whole way.

~~~~~

Hawks was worried when he went to your restaurant location to not see you there. He sat down, ordered a drink and sent you a text, assuming you were in the bathroom; but he couldn’t find your bag anywhere, and when he asked the staff they said no one matching your description had come into the building. One panicked assessment of the restaurant later and he confirmed that all bodies were accounted for and you weren’t one of them. He checked his phone again to see you hadn’t even seen his message yet, and you didn’t pick up when he called your phone.

In a panic, he called every acquaintance you shared to see if you’d maybe gone somewhere else as he headed to your home to check for you there. You were upset at him, right? He’d been pushing his luck keeping secrets from you without giving you some sort of reason to not suspect him. No, even in the worst cases you would at least tell him you were mad. You would never string him along like this and make him legitimately worry.

His panic rose to new heights as he got a call from a familiar number.

“What do yo-”

“I never took you as the cat type, birdy; but if I were you I’d put a bell on that little kitty in case she wanders off again.” The voice cut him off. “It’d be a shame if something happened to her. Strangers can be so cruel, after all.”

And then he hung up.

He landed on the balcony of his apartment, and fumbling with his keys he finally got the door open, ready to frantically search the apartment and call the police if it turned up empty. But thank god, there you were sitting with your arms tucked up to your knees on the couch. He barely had the mental presence to shake off his shoes when he stumbled in and threw his arms around you.

“(Y/N), my god, where have you been? What happened; I’ve been trying to reach you!”

You couldn’t look him in the eye. You gained a new sense of composure in his presence, but what you’d learned tonight weighed heavy on your mind.

“I-I…”

“What? Did something happen?”

“That was Dabi, wasn’t it?”

You could hear a pin drop in the silence. Everything was still, and the only sounds Hawks could hear was the throbbing of his own heartbeat in his eardrums.

“T-that, that was him. That was the League of Villains’ Dabi, right? The arsonist and murderer?” You rambled looking for a confirmation from him, but all that whirled in his head was Dabi’s threat. He’d seen you. He knew who you were. You weren’t safe now.

“Why were you talking with him? Are you working together?”

“(Y/N),” Hawks could barely see behind the anger and anxiety welling up in his chest. “Are you hurt, did-?”

“Keigo!!!”

He snapped to attention at his real name - only ever spoken from your lips any more. It was as if he’d been pulled from some sort of alternate dimension at the call. His vision cleared and he saw you place a hand on either side of his face as you looked him in the eye.

“Keigo… Are you working with the League of Villains?”

Oh how long had he been holding back the fear and the tension - the apprehension of how he knew he wasn’t a right fit for this mission but he had no other choice? It was all a bad dream, but it had become a night terror the moment you stepped into it. He all but collapsed into your touch as he put the pieces together in his head.

“You followed me?”

“Yes.”

“You saw him?”

“Yes, what’s going on?”

Finally, as voices calmed again and the exhaustion overtook you both, he gave you a straight answer. “Things’re bad, (Y/N). I can’t tell you much of anything, you’re too involved already; but by god if I could stop now I would.” You listened intently as he continued.

“I’m in some fucking deep shit,” The intensity and emotion escaping his lips surprised him. “and if I could back out I would. If I could wrap it up and send it off I would; but every time I think I make progress, the mark just gets further and further and further away. And today…” His voice trailed as he once more looked into your worried eyes, tears spilling over at the edges. This time he cupped your face in his hands. “Please, (Y/N), angel, I need you to promise - I need you to SWEAR that you’ll forget this ever happened. I need you to forget EVERYTHING you saw or heard. I keep telling myself this is for the best, but…” He let out a shudder, “I don’t know what I’d do if I lost you to it.”

There was some shared sobs as you hugged each other, the reality of the situation growing more grave with every moment.

“I wish you were cheating on me.”

He gave a humorless chuckle. Was that suppose to make him laugh, or were you genuinely serious? “No matter what happens, I’ll make sure you’re taken care of, I swear!”

“Don’t talk like that!”

“It’s my job, angel. I don’t have a choice. If I wasn’t before, I’m definitely going to end this as soon as possible. The only way out at this point is through.”

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oh-its-souichi · 5 years

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Casts

Yo!

Shigaraki X Reader

Dabi X Reader

This is a lil different but not really

Warning; fluff, a--n--g--s--t, barely edited,

Shigaraki

You had been out talking to Kurogiri while Shigaraki and his one year old daughter were in the bedroom. Shigaraki was on his computer eyes glued to screen as he watched a play though of a new game he was wanting to buy. D/N was sitting on the floor with a tattered stuffed animal in her hands. Unannounced to Shigaraki though, she had grown tired of playing with the toy and thought it a good idea to try and climb on top of the bed.

The black haired little girl stretched her arms out and gripped onto the blankets, lifting one of her legs and stepping onto the edge of the bed frame. Things seemed to be going well, having made it most of the way up until she lost her grip of the blankets and fell.

From behind Shigaraki heard a thump followed by a painful gasp.

“Hm?’ he hummed.

Upon turning around he was met what he could only describe as a... hassle. As soon as he spun his chair around he was met with D/N’s red and bulging eyes; heavy tears streaked out of them; she clutched her wrist tightly and her small body remained completely still. He sighed scratching lightly at his neck. He didn’t know what was wrong but he definitely didn’t want to be the one dealing with it.

Slowly he got up from his chair and knelled down next to D/N. “You’re hurt?” he said. She nodded gently reaching out to him with her good arm, a stiffled sob leaving her lips. He felt his heart wrench in his chest at the sight of her in pain and to mitigate the feeling he threw his gaze away from her and to a small crack on the wall. Her small fingers met his arm and latched onto the fabric of his sleeve, he could feel them trembling. “You idiot” he scoffed softly picking her up and cradling her in his arms. “It hurt” she squeaked out sqeezing his shirt tighter. She buried her head into the crook of his neck and sobbed, her tears soaking his shirt. He looked down at the arm she cradled immediately spotting the angry looking bruise that was forming on her wrist. ‘Oh that looks great’ He thought to himself, standing up with a sigh. He couldn’t help be impressed though. Despite the obvious pain she was in, D/N held it together surprisingly well.

Which made sense.

She was his daughter after all.

Once he brought D/N out to you and Kurogiri and explained that her arm was probably broken you had a slight anxiety attack which he expected. Taking her away from him you quickly packed somethings and had Kurogiri warp the two of you to the nearest hospital.

...

He was half asleep in his computer chair when he heard the two of you creep quietly into the bedroom. So quietly in fact that he would not have heard you at all if it was’t for the one squeaky floor board. He groaned swiveling the chair around throwing you a very tired look. “I’m sorry we woke you” you whispered walking to the other end of the room and laying D/N gently down on the bed. Shigaraki shrugged and stood up from the chair, stretching out his arms. “I wasn’t sleeping” he said sleep evident in his voice, You rolled your eyes looking at him doubtfully. “Oh I see” you said. The trip to the hospital had been exhausting and you were glad to be home. Carelessly you dropped your purse to the floor and began slipping out of your clothes and into the soft set of grey pajamas you kept at the end of the bed. A mischievous smile spread across his face and he sauntered over to you awkwardly collecting you in his arms before you could put the pajama shirt on. He looked at you and without having to say anything you knew what he wanted to know. “She’s fine. Its just a sprain. It will take a few weeks to heal but at least it’s not broken” you said. As you spoke he looked behind him at the sleeping little girl on the bed and nodded his head, his expression softening. You smiled and leaned forward kissing him gently on the lips. “I know you were probably driven mad with worry while we were gone” you teased. He scoffed and flicked you in the forehead. “Shut up, I barely noticed you left.” he said a bashful smile on his face.

Dabi

The two of you had been making out in the kitchen, taking advantage having a moment alone while D/N took a bath.

You were sitting on the counter top with your arms wrapped around his shoulders and he had been kissing your neck, hand haphazardly shoved up your shirt and just about to move his lips back to yours when he heard it.

It sounded like a thud followed by a crunch.

“What the hell was that?” he said, both of you freezing to listen for any more sounds.

Suddenly there was a loud cry from inside of the bathroom. Dabi’s eyes widened and he bolted into the bathroom only to see D/N sitting against the wall holding her left arm closely to her body. There were heavy tears streaming down her small face with an expression of pure agony.

“D/N what happened?!” Dabi said sternly scooping the shaking and crying child into his arms.

“I jumped off the sink after I got dressed!” D/N wailed.

Dabi felt all of the blood leave his head and down into his heart, making his chest swell with rage. He knitted his eyebrows together. “You what?! Why the hell would you do that! ”

“I thought it would be fun!”

“Well that’s one hell of a-”

You walked into the bathroom with an ice pack in your hand and cut Dabi off, covering his mouth before the situation escalated any further. “Where does it hurt sweetheart” you said wiping the tears from D/N’s face. “Right here!” she sobbed pointing to her elbow. You moved closer and peered at the area quickly noticing an oddly shaped and angry looking bump. ‘Shit.’ you thought.

“I’m going to put this ice pack on your arm alright?”

“No momma. It’s going to hurrrrt” she whined swatting at your hand with her good arm.

“It’s going to help it D/N. How about you put it on, Is that better?”

The child thought for a moment before nodding her head and you handed her the ice pack. Dramatically she set the solid blue pack down on her tiny elbow hissing in pain before burying her head in the crook of Dabi’s neck, crying loudly.

With that taken care of your turned to Dabi who was fuming, you could practically see smoke seeping out in between the stitching in his skin. “I’m going to have to take her to the hospital, it’s definitely fucked.”

“Hospital!” D/N shrieked popping up. “No! I’m not going!”

Dabi gritted his teeth “Maybe you should have thought of that before acting like an idiot” he growled “Like it or not your going to that damn hospital. Take her I need to put my shoes on.” He shoved your daughter at you and you took the child withholding a laugh.

Dabi stormed out of the bathroom and you stood there dumbfounded. “Where do you think your going?” you shouted out at him cradling D/N lovingly. “Where am I going? Where the fuck do you think? To the damn hospital” he growled angrily throwing on his shoes.

You walked out of the bathroom “babe you are a wanted villain you aren’t going anywhere.Just let me handle things”

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It was really late when you got home. D/N was passed out in your arms sucking her thumb while his newly cast arm lay languidly around your shoulder. You balanced her and your keys and attempted to unlock the door but before you could even turn the key the door swung open and you were met with a very intense looking Dabi. “Hi ba-” you tired to say but were interrupted. “What took so long?” He grunted peering at you with his icy blue eyes before dropping his gaze to D/N, his gaze softening. “It always takes forever at the ER” you sighed stepping into the doorway. Dabi grunted and stepped aside allowing you to step into the apartment, shutting the door behind you. You walked into the kitchen and set your purse on the counter happy to be home. Dabi cautiously followed you an almost guilty look on his face. “How is she?” he asked his voice soft. Startled by his tone you stumbled to get words out. “Um- yeah of course she’s fine. It’s just a minor break and it should heal in a few weeks.”

He sighed and stepped closer carefully tucking some hair that had fallen in D/N’s face behind her ear. You stared at him for a moment noticing pain on his face, he looked upset. “She is going to be okay” you reassured bumping his arm gently with your elbow. He took his eyes off of D/N and looked at you briefly before planting a quick kiss on your forehead. Gently he took D/N out of your arms are pressed her to his chest. The little girl didn’t stir from the sudden move but instead relaxed against her father. After that the three of you retired to bed, Dabi holding both of you close the rest of the night.

#tomura shigaraki x reader #dabi x reader #shigaraki tomura #tenko shimura x reader #dabi #tenko shimura #my hero academia #boku no hero academia

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spookyceph · 4 years

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Comfort Zone Pt. 1

A Shigaraki & Toga fic! Because the League becoming friends is just about my favorite thing ever. Also, it's running long, so I split it into two parts.

Rating: T and up

Relationships: Shigaraki Tomura & Toga Himiko, Dabi/Shigaraki Tomura (hints of)

Warnings: Swearing, anxiety attacks, disturbing thoughts, self-harm (in the form of Shigaraki’s scratching), mentions of blood

Even after shoving the door to the downstairs bathroom shut and locking it behind him, Tomura couldn’t convince his heart to stop slamming against his ribs like a caged animal.

How he’d let this happen—why he’d allowed it to—he couldn’t begin to piece together. He’d been so pissed when Dabi had intruded on his solitude at the bar. But then…then the bastard had started talking. Worse, he’d made sense. As if that hadn’t been enough, Dabi had given him a gift before leaning in close, so close, close enough to touch—touch!—his face, to tangle warm fingers in his hair, and shitshitfuckinghellwhatwashesupposedto—

Gasping for the air that had suddenly abandoned the room, Tomura sagged against the sink. No. The walls were not closing in on him. He wasn’t about to suffocate. His brain was just convinced that was the case because it was busy drowning in swells of adrenaline and anxiety. One hand flew up to his neck. The sting of his nails ripping open new furrows across old scratches caused his flailing thoughts to freeze. Seizing the opportunity, he groped for another lifeline.

“W-white counter. Lavender soap. Blue…fuck.” He gouged his nails deeper, countering anxiety’s own claws in his guts. “Blue. The fucking goddamn towel is blue. Like his—”

The resulting jolt of shock at what had nearly escaped his mouth knocked panic’s grip right off of him.

Tomura turned the sink faucet on and stuck his icy, quaking hands under the warm stream of water. The sensation of it flowing and sliding between all five of his fingers like nothing solid could helped ground him further. Cupping his palms, he caught enough to splash onto his face and scrub away the clammy sheen of stress sweat. Too late, he remembered the fresh coating of salve. Droplets raining down his cheeks and chin, Tomura lifted his head to confront his reflection.

Cracked and crinkled rice paper skin. Beauty mark like a droplet of ink to one side of his mouth. Vertical scar splitting the symmetry of his lips. White wisps of hair that Kurogiri had long since stopped suggesting he comb curling every which way. Eyes as round and rawly red as the healing exit wounds that shitheel Snipe had given him as parting gifts. Or the thin streams of blood trickling from his shredded neck, soaking into his shirt. The same list of features he’d had as long as he could remember—no more than fifteen years back before recollections slid into oblivion, admittedly, but long enough. Tomura squinted, studying each one, struggling to imagine what they might look like through eyes the bright blue of lightning.

Don’t expect me to share my chapstick, though. You’re on your own with that one, creep.

Tomura’s jaw tightened until his temples throbbed. Sensei had once had him take some standardized tests from the most prestigious schools in the country, just to show him how narrow society’s thinking could be. He’d aced every one…yet he’d walked right into Dabi’s little joke. The bastard had probably laughed all the way back to his room at Tomura’s gullibility. Even with half his skin barbequed, face full of staples and stitches like a campy horror movie character, he’d obviously been born a golden child, tall and beautiful and strong. Probably doted on by everyone around him until whatever little accident had tarnished his shine. Driven into the dark of the underworld, he still retained the same entitled attitude. Someone like Tomura—no pedigree, no social standing, and thus no need to kiss anyone’s ass—would be vermin to him.

Think of this another way. As a show of trust.

There. Better?

Here. Keep it. Should last awhile.

The righteous fire in Tomura’s chest dwindled and fizzled. A smaller but much more alarming warmth kindled along his cheekbones. Okay, fine. Dabi’s expression hadn’t belonged to a purebreed staring down his nose at a stray mongrel when he’d said those things, but so damn what? He’d smirked and teased and bulldozed right through every boundary he found.

Why, then, hadn’t Tomura erased his annoying existence from the world? Or at least beat some respect into him? Just because he’d been nice for two seconds? Tomura preferred to think he wasn’t so pathetic that he could be swayed by such an insignificant gesture.

People always show their real selves when they’re pissed.

The tang of copper coated his tongue as he chewed on his nails—his second favorite method to tear himself apart. What if…what if insults and arrogance were tactics? Ways for Dabi to gather intelligence and gain the upper hand? Tomura did much the same on the rare, awful occasions he had to interact in public, just in the opposite direction—he pretended to be a harmless drone of hero society like everyone else. In that light, Dabi’s intentions had been genuine even though his approach relied on deception.

Aloof characters who nevertheless gave their all for the party when it came down to it were always the most useful in games. Not to mention usually Tomura’s favorites.

Right. That concluded his thinking about the subject for the night. Or eternity.

Door opened a crack, Tomura peeked out into the hallway. Not a soul. He cocked his head, listening. Not a whisper or peep. Mindful of every creaky floorboard, he crept out. Slunk upstairs like a thief in his own base of operations. Hardly dared to breathe until he’d shut and locked the door to his room behind him.

Nerves still crawling beneath his skin, Tomura glanced over at the laptop sitting on the small desk against one wall. To the TV mounted on the other, framed by shelves of games to various consoles. He would’ve liked nothing more than to have a glowing screen absorb his attention, but he knew his focus was too scattered to play anything. Scanning the online news feeds would yield nothing but chatter about Stain or All Might—his fingers latched back onto his neck just thinking about it. He couldn’t wear himself out with training since that meant going back downstairs to use the mats and equipment in the basement. No fucking way was he setting foot in the bar for the next few days. Maybe not for years.

He knew he shouldn’t have let anyone stay here. Now he was trapped, a prisoner in his own goddamned room, all because he’d let an overcooked piece of human yakitori put his soft, stapled hands on him, and—

The rising swells of panic dropped and went utterly still as Tomura’s eyes darted to his closet. Of course. Such an obvious answer. He should’ve known what to do from the beginning.

Aah, you poor thing. What are you so afraid of? All you have to do is follow your heart.

As always, Sensei had provided for him.

Sliding one side of the closet open, Tomura picked up a long wooden box from its resting place beneath his neatly hung clothing. He gently set it in the middle of the room before retrieving a cloth from his desk. Sitting on his heels in front of the box, he wiped a few stray specks of dust from its lacquered surface. Though his memory of receiving it (not to mention its contents) remained lost somewhere in the murky haze of his childhood, the familiar action alone reassured him. Sensei had instructed him to care for it and he had, polishing it every week without fail for fifteen years.

Sleeves over the heels of his palms to prevent smudges, Tomura carefully lifted the lid.

The stench of formaldehyde sprang out immediately. It reached straight down his throat and clenched his guts with corrosive fingers. Despite the urge to vomit everything in his body cavity up, a mantle of calm settled over Tomura’s shoulders. As wretched, as vile, as stomach-wringing as they were, the sensations were familiar. They’d woven themselves into his makeup as tightly as his DNA. The same could be said for what lay inside the box.

Paler even than him against their nest of black coffin velvet, fourteen human hands lay in two neat rows. Well, thirteen—one was merely a replica, a replacement. The metal caps on the wrists gleamed sallow gold under the room’s light. Poised on the razor’s edge between sickened and serene, Tomura reached for them in the usual order.

First, the smallest ones, curled around his wrists. A larger pair with aged, wrinkled skin and knobby knuckles clamped to his biceps next. A similar but slimmer version of those followed on his forearms. The hands with the longest, loveliest fingers encircled his neck in fourth place. Two sets of brutish, blocky ones latched onto his shoulders, then his sides just beneath his arms.

Naturally, the best he saved for last.

Tomura fixed the replica to the back of his head almost absently. His attention was reserved for its partner: a left, the largest hand, the father of its macabre little family. He lifted it with the same care a collector would a preserved butterfly. With a fingertip he mapped out the valleys and ridges of bones and strong sinew along the back. Turning it over, he traced the lifeline etched across its palm that had most definitely lied. The way the scar cleaving his lips tingled and burned had nothing to do with the savage grin that split Tomura’s face. He rubbed his chin to be sure the feeling of blood drooling down it was only a phantom from his buried past.

He didn’t need to know its origins to realize how special Father was.

Revulsion and exhilaration surged up from his center as he pressed the precious memento mori over his face like a mask. His roiling emotions alchemized into something he had yet to name, its crystallized shape strange but stable. At last, the feel of cold, waxen flesh molded to his cheeks, of stiff, dead fingers in his hair, chased away the fantasy of hot, living ones. At last, he could think.

With a relieved sigh, Tomura replaced the box’s lid and stood. After feeling trapped, he needed the reassurance of space. He went to his room’s narrow window, pushed aside the curtains, disarmed the little tripwire surprise he’d rigged, and pushed the bottom pane up so he could slither out onto the fire escape.

The night air reeked of the refuse piled in the alley below. This definitely wasn’t high on his list of favored spots, but it was better than nothing. At least the temperature was being kind to his skin, not too warm or humid, not to cool or dry. The rusty skeleton of the fire escape squeaked as he settled himself on the mesh bottom, hugging his knees. Staring up at the void of the sky, a few stars visible through Father’s embalmed fingers, wasn’t so bad either. Everything he could see was warped, discarded, halfway down the path to total ruin. It almost made him feel at home.

A home with dynamics that had changed overnight. But…like it or not he had two new roommates—with more to come, according to Giran. Tomura didn’t have the kind of power to reduce hero society to rubble and ash on his own. Not yet. In the meantime, he had to make do with the next best thing: strength in numbers. It was just…he got so anxious. The concept of living with anyone aside from Kurogiri was bizarre, the thought of having to interact daily with strangers unsettling.

Yet even someone as powerful, as feared and dreaded as Sensei didn’t work alone. If his mentor hadn’t turned his nose up to cooperating with select people, who was Tomura to? He grimaced behind Father, but he could already feel resolve seeping between the seams in his thoughts. One way or another, he’d learn to tolerate his houseguests and how best to use their skills for the greater goal.

Maybe it was his years martial arts training that picked up on some subtle shift in the air. Déjà vu prickled along the back of Tomura’s neck. His head snapped toward the perceived threat on his right.

He caught a flash of a blonde-haired head just before it ducked back inside the next window over.

I’m Toga! Toga Himiko! It’s hard to live!

“Wait,” came from Tomura’s mouth before his conscious mind registered the action. “I’m sorry. About how I acted earlier.” The surprise of those words, in that order, coming from him fell flat compared to the shock of realizing he wasn’t lying.

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