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Burnt -Dabi x Reader
A/n: felt angsty lol. I'll write an alternative ending or maybe a second part soon~! <3
General info:
Genre: pure angst \\ wc: 1,224 \\ posted: 01/03/2024
Summary: you gave the love of your life too many chances already. But this time? He crossed a line.. a line that should have never been crossed.
Warnings!: pure angst, no happy ending, spoilers of Dabi's backstory, Dabi's real name, arguing, toxicity, crying, mention of blood, suggested abusive childhood, trauma, gaslighting, manipulating, being badly insulted, being unable to apologize, flinching, being physically harmed, break up, shame, guilt, annd I think that's it! Pls let me know if I miss anything! <33
Alternative Ending- More Than Life Itself (Dw he doesn't get away with it, but it's fluff/comfort!)
Hurt coursed through your being as you glared at your beloved, biting your lip in pent up anger. “Why can’t you just trust me?! I’m not going to hurt you Touya!”
“Do not call me Touya.” He growled, his hands clenching into fists. “You’ve done nothing but use me. All you ever care about is yourself, you’re a lazy, selfish, manipulative, and flat-out disgusting woman.”
You open your mouth to retort, but quickly close it, shocked at his words. You only want him to be happy. All you do is provide love, support, shelter, and safety for him. You haven’t left him no matter how many times he’s insulted, manipulated, or gaslit you.
You gave him shelter in your own home, no matter the risks of police, heroes, or other villains. You sat there as he yelled at you, insulted you, and belittled you.
But... this?
This was too far.
“Do you mean all that?” You murmur, your eyes lowering to the floor. Your lip started to tremble.
Dabi sneered. “Yes. Every single bit of it.” His turquoise eyes were filled with pure hatred.
“Then just leave me.” You murmur, your hands shaking.
“What did you say?” Dabi scoffed.
“If I’m such a terrible person, just leave me and find someone better.” You spit, your e/c orbs filling with tears.
“Are you really crying? Pathetic. Maybe I will... I’ll find someone who’s a lot better. She’ll be gorgeous, loving, selfless, and best of all- completely opposite of you.” Dabi snickered, pulling his black combat boots on.
You don’t say anything. A few tears strayed down your face. Dabi scoffed. “Good.” You whisper.
Rolling his eyes, Dabi pulls on his long leather jacket and his large backpack stored with all his belongings. He came home only a few hours ago... you tried to tell yourself to stay quiet, but you couldn’t help it...
“Did you ever even love me?” You whisper, a few more tears joining the first.
Dabi paused, his turquoise orbs moving to the floor. He doesn’t say anything, hardly even breathing. Silence envelops the two of you for a few moments before he speaks. “I... don’t love anything. Or anyone.”
More tears fell.
“So what? I was just- a- a game?” Your voice shook. Your control began to tremble.
“You were something to pass time.” He muttered, running a large hand through his black hair. “Nothing more.”
A choked sob broke through your lips. “Nothing? Nothing else at all?”
“Yes. You were nothing but a stress relief.”
A second sob followed the first. You could have sworn you saw Dabi’s sneer falter for a mere second.
“What? Did you really think I could love someone like you?!”
“Just go. I would wish you misery-” your voice cracks, “-but you’re already cursed. You break whomever and whatever is around you. You destroyed us and you destroyed your fam-" -a loud smack echoed across the room. Everything but you and Dabi’s heavy breathing were heard.
You stared at the floor, your cheek burning. You couldn’t believe that the man you once loved and trusted could ever do something like this... he was not only cursed- but a liar at that.
Biting your lip, your tearful eyes meet Dabi’s cold ones. No one other than you wouldn’t be able to tell how he was truly feeling. But you knew that his eyes were full of regret, guilt, and shame. But he wouldn’t apologize. He never would.
“Get out.” You whisper, clenching your hands into fists. Dabi’s mouth opened ever so slightly.
“What did you say?” He asked softly.
“I said get out.” You demand. Tears fell down your face, making your cheek sting further. You silently cursed at your vulnerability.
“Oh, come on y/n- it wasn’t that big of a deal.” Dabi protested, reaching out to hold you. He was gaslighting you. Again.
“No! It was that bad! You didn’t only slap me Dabi, you burned me.” Dabi froze, your words finally pulling himself out of his delusional state. His eyes widened as he eyed your bruising cheek- it was not only bruising but burned.
His face fell in horror. He subconsciously reached his hand to your cheek. You flinch, and he slowly falls apart.
“Y-y/n- I-I...”
“Get out. Now.” Your gorgeous e/c orbs hardened in rage, and he finally realized how serious you were.
“O-okay... I’ll go.” He murmured, moving his heartbroken orbs to the floor. “I don’t want to see you again. Ever.” You murmur, wrapping your arms around yourself.
“E-ever?”
“Ever. You crossed a line, Dabi.”
Dabi froze as he heard you call him his villain's name... you always called him Touya... you were serious. He yearned to apologize, to hold you in his arms as he coos at you, to fix everything he ruined.
His body jerked forward, but he didn’t budge. Opening his mouth, he inwardly screamed at himself to just- do it. The words were at the tip of his tongue.
Memories of his childhood flashed before his eyes- the screaming, the insults, the endless apologies left ignored, or even punished. Something inside him snapped and he just- broke.
“Good. I’m glad. I��ll be much better without your pathetic self weighing me down.” He sneered, pushing you aside, sending you scrawling to the floor. “You’re pathetic. Did you think that I loved you?!”
Another sob broke from your lips. “Out.”
“Y’know what? Why should I? You get out. I’m staying.”
“I pay for this apartment Dabi! I buy the groceries, pay the bills, buy the furniture, pay for the repairs- this is my place!”
“And I’m going to stay. Now either shut up and deal or leave.” Dabi growled. You glared at the man, your fingernails digging into your palms.
“Dabi- leave. You’ve overstayed your welcome. Not only have you physically harmed me- whom you swore to protect, but you’ve insulted, belittled, and totally disrespected me. I want you out of my apartment by-” you were interrupted by Dabi tightly grabbing your arms, his flames burning into your flesh. Hissing in pain, you push Dabi to the ground. He lets out a loud curse before shooting back up to his feet, glaring at you. His hardened eyes involuntarily softened as he met your teary eyes. His heart stung as he watched you fall into yourself, sobbing.
Dabi kneeled to the floor, trying to make eye contact with you. “Listen y/n... I-”
“Leave! Go! I don’t want you or your apology! Leave or I will!” You sob, gripping onto your shirt tightly.
Dabi’s cold, broken, and at most times invisible heart- shattered.
He did this to you. He was a monster... he was just like Endeavor.
Nodding, Dabi stood up. He turned away, walking towards the door. He glanced at you once more before walking out. He could hear your sobs as he closed your front door. He clenched his hands into fists. After a few moments of listening to your wails of betrayal, lost, and hurt, he couldn’t take it anymore.
He threw a punch to his cheek, cursing himself out as he walked away. Blood streamed from his eyes; his burnt tear ducts burning in agony as his body attempted to cry.
He insulted you.
He lied to you.
He broke you.
He burnt you.
And the worst part?
There was nothing he could do to fix it.
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Alternative Ending- More Than Life Itself (Dw he doesn't get away with it, but it's fluff/comfort!)
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SHADES OF COOL
pairing: dabi / touya todoroki x gn!reader
warnings: neglectful relationship, kissing, angst
word count: 2k+
a/n: shades of cool by lana del rey will always remind me of him and him only
dabi.
he was the king of his own kingdom. with a castle with empty halls and hundreds of untouched dark rooms. when you'd catch a glimpse of it from outside, you'd think how frightening and eerie it looked, being filled up with a distressing feeling.
dabi knew it, that's why he kept it out of sight; far, far away from the human eyes. he slowly got possessed with his appearance and the outlook he had gave to the outside world. people would take a step to side, kids would run to their mothers when they'd see him. they'd try to protect themselves by wrapping their arms around their bodies as if he was the big bad monster who once haunted their childhood nightmares every night.
escaping from the abuse and unwantedness, he had unwittingly fallen into the same garden once again. but in this one, there were no escape. fences that reached to the top of the sky, surrounding him. showing no glimpse of a gate to lead him to a different path of fate for him to experience other than the one that he was stucked in.
that was when he had realized that there were no other choice for him. that he had no escape and he would always be the outcast. that from then on, he only had himself for him and himself only.
after all that, it wasn't suprising for him to turn out this way. you could've only begotten a beast by giving it nothing but pure hate and hate only. if he didnt deserve the impact he had on others, then he was going to earn it. maybe then, he wouldn't have that feeling that would surround his insides and squeeze his heart into million pieces, reminding him how unlovable and frightening he was. maybe then, he could be something sturdy enough to make people know he wasnt just a cruel villain, but also someone who held power within his being.
and you on the other hand, were such a hopeless romantic. you really thought you could change him. you really thought that you could show him the "beauty" of life. how funny was that? you really thought you could make him notice that not everything was a menace. not everything was going to hurt him.
but you'd forgotten one thing; he was the menace. he was the one to hurt others, not the other way. he didn't resemble any part of what he once was before anymore and he'd never will be.
you couldn't have fixed him, couldn't have made him better. you couldn't have done nothing about his strange weather.
he was barely present. would leave randomly and sometimes it would take months for him to come back.
and you would wait.
god, you were so fucking stupid.
you dearly loved the sickest man to live on this earth. couldn't have you been generous to yourself for once?
waking up from your sleep with a banging noise coming from your front door. how many times were you going to live this same stupid scenario? and you fought with yourself every damn time, as if it changed anything. cussing yourself under your breath as you open the door and see your boyfriend all wet from the pouring rain with fresh new burns all over his face.
what in the hell was wrong with this? why was he this way while you were welcoming him with your warm arms every single damn time? why were you this stupid? couldn't you see it already? couldn't you see that he was unfixable? couldn't you realize that you could not break through his world no matter what you'd do?
couldn't you see that he was unbreakable?
how pathetic you were when you opened the door wider for him to get inside. how foolish you were when you treated his freshly opened staples and burned skin avoiding eye contact like your life was depended on it. how incorrigible you were when you didn't resist when he pulled you into a kiss.
he wrapped his rough arms und your body when he felt you just staying still and not kissing him back, just letting him. "i missed you so fucking bad doll. i'm sorry, fuck i'm sorry." he whispered to your lips when he broke the kiss, panting.
you fought with everything in yourself to not start to cry and scream, to not let him know how impossible it was to live like this. not like he would care. he would listen but he would never understand.
you wanted to believe the sweet lies he told you. you wanted to believe them too. you wanted to believe that he was sorry. even if he would do it again, atleast he would be sorry. that was maybe why you were this stupid, you never learnt your lesson. if you were the eve you would eat that apple for the second time if the chance would be given to you. you had never learnt how to let go of stuff that meant something to you, even though you meant nothing to them.
you were not enough. you could never be. you could've never been enough to replace his one and only true love, revenge. you were not capable. that was all his heart was full of. and that was why he was still alive. that was why he still came back to your house everytime when he was injured so that you could treat his injuries and could make him live a little bit longer. so that he could make it till he faced endeavor. so that he could save his lowlife for a little bit longer and make it end when he kill him.
you were the giver. you would give your love to him. treat him and be his company. and he loved his baby too, but you were just at the bottom of the triangle.
he started tendering soft kisses down your neck to your collarbone. it almost felt different. it almost felt like he was actually sorry. like he was apologizing to you by his sweet gestures.
your tongue ran over the edge of one of your incisors as you threw your head back, trying to stop the tears forming in your eye. these things you wanted to say to him that haven't let you get a one good sleep for once, but you were just going to let him live.
you were quiet. you've always been.
"no you're not."
you're hot, hot weather in the summer,
high, neglectful lover.
you're crumbling, sadly,
you're sadly, crumbling.
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Dabi x AllMight’s Quirkless Daughter Reader - Caught
Pure. Fuckin. Angst.
Was listening to Rewrite the Stars from the Greatest Showman while writing this so expect the vibes to be heavy 🙈
Fuck. Fuck.
How could the plan go so terribly? You’d gotten the League all the information they needed. You’d preformed perfectly- as had they. But here they were. Trapped in holding cells, under consistent surveillance.
Somehow, in all the chaos, no one was any the wiser about you being apart of the League. After all, you were All Might’s perfect, feeble, quirkless daughter.
Not like you’d be capable of that anyway.
So here you were, tasked with bringing your former friends their dinner. The surveillance was heavy, so you had to be careful not to let anything slip.
The rooms were quirk-proof, a precaution to keep you safe. What a joke. They were worried the League members would try to attack you. Ridiculous.
After making your rounds, Dabi was all that was left.
You’d been in a tough situationship with him for a little over a month now. Stolen kisses and drunken escapades- it was fun. But that’s all it was. All it could ever be. Feelings…needed to stay out of it.
You scan your ID, and the door to the cell opens.
“Dabi.”
His head turned lazily around at the sound of your voice. He was frail, probably due to the slop you’d been forced to feed him daily. That tacked on with the fact he only got two a day, as well as him not getting much physical activity, made his stature almost ironically fitting.
He was on the floor, legs bent doing sit-ups. His shirt was on the other side of the room.
The cameras were in all four corners, as to avoid having any blind spots.
“Well hey there, Doll Face.”
You sighed, setting his food on the table and turning to leave, albeit reluctantly.
Suddenly he was behind you, hand gently rested on your wrist.
“Wait.”
You knew what time it was. The surveilling guard was kn his dinner break right now, and you had maybe five minutes. Maximum.
“Y/N. Please.”
Dabi knew what time it was too.
“Dabi…we can’t.”
You knew exactly what he wanted. A conversation. You couldn’t look back at him, not when you know he had that look in his eyes. Not when he’d been trying to have this conversation for weeks now, and you’d avoided it before they all ended up caught.
“Please…”
He sounded so broken though. So…done.
Gently, he pulled you to him, hugging you from behind. You closed your eyes, reveling in the feeling. In another life, maybe another world, he’s be hugging you like this from behind after he came home from work. You’d be cooking dinner, the house would smell of marinated chicken and potatoes.
Just one last time, you decided. This was the last time.
“Y/N. Listen to me. You need to stop running. From your father, from this, from us. From me.”
Your eyes fluttered open, bringing you back to reality.
“That’s not possible, Touya.”
He sighed, turning you around and lacing your fingers in his. He brought his other hand to cup your face.
“All I want to do, Y/N. All I want to do is kiss you. We could do it, you know? Get out. Get things back to how they used to be. You and me. Screw the others. Screw out fathers- screw society. Y/N, we could leave. Please, fuck,” he looked into your eyes when you almost pulled away, “stay with me.”
You sighed. No time like the present, right? “Touya… I’m not yours.” Your voice broke heavily. “I don’t deserve you- you don’t deserve to be trapped with someone like me. I’m going to get you all out of here…but I won’t be coming with you, Touya. Eventually you’ll see- I’m not the one for you.”
His eyes watered, as did yours. He wasn’t physically incapable of crying, but you were. You had to wrap this up, before it got any more difficult.
“Touya…Dabi. I can’t come with you.”
His eyes searched yours. “Y/N, since you walked through the door of that bar I have loved you. I love you. Please, fuck, don’t do this.”
“Touya, everything is keeping us apart. Our lineage, society, hell even what we want out of life. It’s impossible, Touya.”
“It’s not.”
He squeezed your hand harder, and you looked back up to him. “Y/N, it’s possible. You and me, baby,” his voice cracked, “we can do this-”
“No, we can’t. Do you know why I joined the League, Touya? I wanted to be free. I was sick of society walking all over me and others for things we couldn’t control. There are things we can’t do, Touya, and tearing down all of society? That’s one of them. I’ll get you all out of here. But after that…”
“Y/N-”
“After that you’ll realize, Touya. I’m not the one meant for you.”
“Y/N, all i want is you.”
“And all i want is you. But, Touya,” a sob slipped through, “I can’t have you.”
He pulled you close, kissing you, This was different. Tears mixed with blood and feelings clashed. For him, this kiss was hope. For you, it was goodbye.
You pulled away. “Touya. I can’t have you.”
He looked at you, eyes searching yours once more. “Baby…Y/N, please.”
“Goodbye, Touya.”
Your hand slipped from his, and you made sure to shut the door behind you. You broke down onto the floor, back against the door. Sobs wracked your whole body.
A week later, the footage was leaked to the public. The night you were meant to break the League out. Those left in this fucked society decided, you were to be executed.
Your last thought, as you faced the blood stained wall, was that if you’d only been faster. If you’d only seen through what the heroes were planning that day. You could have stopped this.
The footage was broadcasted around the nation, All Might’s child’s execution. It was ironic, in a way. A real fuck you to society.
As the executioner cocked his gun, you thought to yourself. Maybe this was written in the stars. Maybe, if you’d tried harder. If you’d been better. You and Touya could be back with all the League in a safe house right now. If you fought, now, you could have him. You could try to fight the guard, try to get to him.
You could have him.
All Might’s daughter and Endeavors son. What a ridiculous notion.
Just before the bullet hit, your last thought hit you and your vision blurred, tears finally falling.
Not like you’d be capable of that anyway.
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Villains
Dabi x gn!Reader
Warnings: angst (blood, physical, and mental pain)
Word count: 1.3k
Notes: I'm sorry. My brain slipped.
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You woke up to an empty bed, clattering and muffled noises could be heard from the adjacent bathroom. Of course, you knew exactly what was going on. You had experienced this countless times. Hastily sliding out of the sheets, your feet touched the wooden floorboards, the cool sensation against your warm skin sending a shiver down your spine. You made your way to the bathroom, not reveling in the unpleasant feeling for too long. Upon entering the tiled room, an all too familiar sight greeted you. There he was, sitting on the ground in only boxers, surrounded by leftover staples, tins and bottles of ointment still closed and opened alike, a few stray pain killers haphazardly scattered across the floor, bloody tissues all around him, muffled cries erupting from his throat. It was one of those nights filled with nightmares that would result in emotional and physical pain, making the staples that connected healthy and scarred skin hurt and itch to a point where he couldn't take it anymore. Pain, grief, and terror had him in a chokehold, his sleep deprived body slumped down, resting against the broken tiles on the wall. You knelt down in front of Touya, embracing his pitiful form in the comfort of your arms. Neither of you spoke a word, as you were holding his shivering figure.
He had tried to take care of himself on his own, to not wake you from your peaceful slumber and to be less of a burden to you. But everything he had accomplished was creating a mess because of his shaking hands and unfocused vision, loosening and even ripping a few staples from his skin in the process, waking you up once more, while hot blood was streaming down from underneath his scarred tissue below his eyes. No matter how often this had happened before, Touya hated being seen in that state of vulnerability by you, the only person he held dear in his life, the one thing he tried to protect at all cost. And in the end, it was you who protected him in these times of the night. It was you who would care for him, doing everything in your power to take his pain away. Touya leaned into you, his tired arms finding their way around your torso, clinging on to you like his life depended on it. And all you could do was cradle him in your arms, giving him some sense of security in those dark times. Only when his sobs and bloody tears had subsided, you carefully leaned back and kissed his temple before you let go of him, slowly, as not to scare him.
What followed had already developed into some sort of routine between the two of you. You hooked your arm around his torso, helping him to get up from the cold floor and sit on the edge of the bathtub. With some tissues that you grabbed from the counter, you wiped off the wet red tears and some leftover snot. You took a washcloth and dipped it under warm water so you could get rid of the already dried up remnants of sweat and blood on his face. Once his skin was clean, you gently dried his face off with a towel. You got a brand new bottle of painkillers from the cabinet, not daring to even consider the loose pills that lay discarded on the floor. After opening the container, you put a few of them into your hand. Touya slowly opened his mouth for you, a little wider than usual, thanks to a few missing staples around his lips. You placed the pills on his stitched tongue before reaching for the cup holding your toothbrush, putting the toothbrush aside, and filling the cup with some cold water. You placed the plastic cup against his lips, carefully lifting it as to make drinking easier for him. When he'd emptied the cup, a soft but nervous smile graced your lips. Both of you knew what was coming next, and neither of you liked it.
You gave him a small nod before your eyes roamed his face and body in search of any loose staples that he hadn't already ripped out of his skin in pure anger and despair. You went ahead and gently removed the excess metal, taking your time unhooking the pieces slowly and carefully from his skin. Then you grabbed the antiseptics from the counter, generously pouring the liquid over some of your cosmetic pads. Every time the soaked cotton made contact with his skin, you'd make sure to simultaneously lay your soft lips on his forehead in an attempt to soothe him and kiss his pain away. The ordeal had just begun, tho. You took the box of clean staples into your hand, fiddling around with it a moment longer than you had to, just to buy yourself some time to calm down your tense mind. Applying them was like your own personal nightmare, but you knew in this state he would never be able to do it himself. Touya tiredly lifted his hand to dig his fingers into the fabric of his shirt you were currently wearing, awaiting the pain, too exhausted to even consider flinching or pulling away. As for you, you tried to let your mind wander, thinking of every lovely memory you had of this man when you got to work.
A single tear that had slipped from your eye was wiped away with the back of your hand before you gave him a peck on top of his head as a reward, wordlessly praising him for being so brave once again. When you had checked his stapled skin for any other injury that might need some treatment or wrapping, you collected one of the containers of ointment from the floor. You scooped up a generous amount of the thick balm with your index and middle finger, coating both of your palms, before spreading it gently on his scarred and healthy skin. And then all that was left was cleaning up the chaos in the bathroom, while Touya sat there and waited patiently, his eyes lazily following your movement, feeling tired beyond belief. You picked up the mess from the tiled floor, tins and bottles going back into the cabinet or on the counter, dirty tissues, leftover staples, and stray pills right into the bin next to the sink. With an old cloth you kept for cleaning, you gave the blood-smeared tiles on the floor and wall a quick wipe down. You rinsed out the cloth, put it away, and washed your bloody hands before turning your attention back to him.
You assisted your weary boyfriend in getting up and led him out of the bathroom, over to your shared bed, where you aided him in slipping back into the sheets. Carefully laying down with him, you wrapped Touya in a loving embrace. His head was tucked underneath your chin, as your fingers combed through his soft, black-dyed hair until he was too exhausted to stay awake any longer, the repeating pattern of your fingers' motion slowly lulling him to sleep. The physical pain was long gone thanks to the pills you had fed him, the emotional one dulled by a delicate feeling of trust and being loved, something he'd longed for for so many years. And so Touya would fall into a heavy, dreamless sleep in your arms, no more nightmares interrupting his rest for the remainder of the night. Soon, your eyes felt droopy as well, your fingers ceasing their movement. You placed a gentle kiss on his hair and closed your eyes shut.
Nights like these left you to wonder how the world could call you villains when everyone else had failed Touya, when nobody else was there to help him ease his pain.
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FIC RECOMMENDATIONS (ANIME)
in here is a list of fic recs for various animes! these fics come from quotev, ao3, wattpad, or on tumblr. fics will have my own review of them, but don’t take it too seriously, my reviews aren’t professional.
JUJUTSU KAISEN
sincerely not & sincerely yours by @saintobio (gojo x reader, angst, angst ANGST)
this series is so fucking good but so fucking painful 🥹 i screamed internally so many times while reading it omg. fair warning though, i wasn’t kidding when i said angst in all caps. it is very angsty. season two “sincerely yours” is even more painful BECAUSE WHY NOBODY SIDE WITH READER AEJFHEFG
the sweet old lady is a witch by @thera-daydreams (various x scarlet witch!reader)
milf reader. that’s it, that’s all i can say 😩🤚
chaos by @njisano (various platonic x scarlet witch! baby fushiguro!reader)
more scarlet witch content because why not! it’s not really a whole cohesive story, but more like a bunch of random oneshots and headcanons that can sometimes connect to one another. anyways, since the reader is young here, the relationships are purely platonic 🥰
bewitched by @lalunanymph (naoya x reader, historical au)
okay okay... i know what you guys are already thinking but let me explain myself!!! canon naoya... is an irredeemable misogynistic pig who deserved to get his ass clapped by maki and her mom, but bewitched!naoya... has my respects. he’s an ass at the beginning, but i swear he gets better!
dollhouse by @soxcietyy (yuta x reader)
worldbuilding! in here, reader lives in a misogynistic world where females aren’t very common, so you can already tell what sort of trigger warnings to expect. the romance between yuta and reader is budding, but it leaves me excited for more! 💖
survival by @fxtalitygod (sukuna x reader, historical au)
dark themes 🤤 yummy 🤤🤤🤤
how we break by @tojisun (past! toji x reader & gojo x reader, ANGST)
it hurts at first... but then it gets better ❤️
daydreamer by @roscgcld (yuta x daydreamer!reader)
i absolutely love this because reader is such a huge bimbo, but everyone loves her anyways 🥺
invisible by @chaichaiiskai (yandere!sukuna x reader)
au! no curses, but sukuna’s still a menace here :3
breedable by Souuve (yandere!gojo x student!reader, ao3)
only four chapters so far, but it’s already so twisted and fucked up. i love it! poor reader tho 😖 gojo’s vile as fuck in here
surprise! it’s a boy! & the struggles of a new family by AgentGrayson (ao3)
no reader or romance. it’s a cute series about yuji and the death womb brothers except in here, yuji and nobara don’t kill the brothers. full of slight angst, brotherly bonding, yuji getting the love and care he deserves, and the sorcerers panicking
good intentions by Lazarel (yandere!yuta x reader, ao3)
very short, but it was chilling...
the trojan horse by jwxeii (sukuna x reader, ao3)
it may be about sukuna... but the story still manages to be somewhat cute and tragic. basically, it’s one of those reincarnated lover fics, but really well-written!
his betrothed by LeftHandedly (yandere!gojo x reader, ao3)
gojo be like: yOwAiMO 🧿🫦🧿
our heart by BleedingRose7098 (sukuna x reader, wattpad)
reader’s so cute... but then shit goes down 💀
my child by RobenChan3 (sukuna x daughter!reader, wattpad)
THIS IS PURELY PLATONIC DW!
tsuki ga kirei desu ne by Tsuisuto (yuta x oc, wattpad)
best yuta fic i could find on wattpad hands down 😍
BOKU NO HERO ACADEMIA
manners by @minnie-mei (yandere! barbarian prince!bakugou x reader)
idk why, but anything barbarian bakugou related just makes me 🥵
yandere todoroki family by @i-cant-sing (platonic! yandere! todorokis x todoroki!reader)
I LOVE THIS WHOLE SERIES???
big brother by @cybersvoid (yandere!dabi x sister!reader)
ok i just REALLY love yandere todoroki family content okay??? yandere bro touya is just such a cool concept, leave me alone 😫
dragon mate-to-be by ExplosionGirl (yandere!bakugou x reader, fantasy au, quotev)
in here, bakugou’s a dragon (who can also turn into a human). anyways, i LOVE bakugou’s gradual descent to madness. he was into reader since day one, but it’s subtle and not obnoxiously shown
bleu heroine by simba (tamaki x todoroki!reader, quotev)
the todorokis here make me wanna rip their throats out, except for dabi. he can live.
cherry blossom by Euphieria (isekai! todoroki! reader, quotev)
LMAO THE READER’S SUCH A BABY SAVAGE!
DEMON SLAYER
fake it flowers by @cielinde (akaza x reader)
A WORK OF ART!! the first akaza fic i ever read and it’s what got me so obsessed with him lmao. anyway, i love how flirtatious he is and how it goes so well with the reader’s tsundere personality 😍
omae wa mou shindeiru by God (various x modern!reader, quotev)
a nice combination of crack and seriousness 😂
ATTACK ON TITAN
common sense by @pr1ncessm00n (porco galliard x reader)
OH?? MY? GODDD??? best fic ever wtf. it’s so unbelievably good, i couldn’t stop smiling throughout it, my face was literally aching because of how much i kept smiling. anyways, porco in here made my heart go doki doki
CROSSOVER
frog in a well by @unolvrs (jjk x bnha, ao3)
THE BEST CROSSOVER I’VE EVER SEEN 👏😭 the worldbuilding is breathtakingly beautiful, the characters are so well-written, and the PAIN of nobara and megumi being separated from yuji and trying desperately to get him back—and UGH i love this fic so much
to be heroes by CaloobadO (jjk x bnha, ao3)
worldbuilding! but in this fic, the jjk verse and bnha verse are part of the same world! i love how the author managed to put them in together and make it make sense
sorcerers ARE heroes goddammit by Hopeless_Otaku (jjk x bnha, ao3)
the jjk trio... aren’t heroic, but they’re trying their best 💀
the unsurpassable hurdle by WhiteApple00 (jjk x bnha, ao3)
this one’s cool and different to the other jjk x bnha stories! usually they’re about gojo or the main trio, but in here, it’s about the second years helping out ua!
cloud 9 1/2 by Backyard_Tree_Line (jjk x bnha, ao3)
aizawa and gojo swap universes lmao
my neighbor fushiguro by Yellow_Canna (jjk x bnha, ao3)
I loved this! It’s centered around izuku, toji, megumi, and gojo, and they basically traumatize the bnha-verse while izuku watches on in horror 😂
accidental universe hopping ft. gojo satoru and aizawa shouta (jjk x bnha, ao3)
another gojo-aizawa swapping fic! it’s hilarious because gojo’s having it easy while poor aizawa’s just fighting for his life
curse or quirk? by ohshitmyship (jjk x bnha, ao3)
trio’s stuck in the bnha world and the 1-a kids are sus of them
the unforeseen simulation joint-detention center & the cursed festival by ScouttioVI (jjk x bnha, ao3)
THESE ARE SO GOOD OMG! I literally froth at the mouth while waiting for an update. the author blends the worlds together so well while also changing some canon events but still somehow following the plot??? 💖 perfection!
your heart by Miranhaeun (bnha x persona, quotev)
first persona x bnha fic i found! the reader’s family pisses me off though, but i can’t wait till they get their hearts stolen (literally or figuratively, idc)
same as it never was by Miss Chief (bnha x naruto, quotev)
it’s a reader x various story, but shisui x reader hurts my heart 😢💔
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The Pain and Comfort to the Darkness
Dabi x gn reader
Warnings: Use of dabi's real name, this is pure angst because I'm depressing like that but don't worry I decided to give it a happy ending, mentions of violence, mentions of blood and scars, a soft dabi because that's what is needed in this situation I think, a whole lot of tears. (If any of these things make you uncomfortable please don't read)
Summary: Your fighting with the LOV against a group of hero sidekicks and when you are all almost finished defeating them all you let down your guard just long enough for one of the remaining sidekicks to injure you severely
This idea came to me after I had just though about how beautiful the night sky was and all that which is where the beginning part comes from so yeah sorry bout that😅
A/n: hi everyone! This is my first fanfic so it might not be that good but let me know if you like it and things I should try doing to improve it all constructive criticism is welcome. Also if you do like this and want me to do more let me know and requests are welcome just no promises on them being good but if you do request something I will try my best😁
There's was a beauty in the darkness,
A beauty in the way that the tiny specks of light in the dark sky are only visible when the light of day and sunshine has fully faded leaving only the blackness of the night to remain. A beauty in the way that your sense are always relaxed yet hyper focused on everything around you. A beauty in the silence that surrounds you so fully that it leads you to believe that you are completely alone for a while. A beauty in the secrets it holds near to itself never to be shared with another.
a peace in the lack of pain it provides. A beauty in the peace of it, of the peace it provides in its blackness not letting you see all the possibilities and dangers that may await you in the future. And maybe, perhaps that's why you never wanted to leave it that day, never wanted to leave the quiet and the peace it provides to those who ask, never wanted it for the damaged broken life you had lead up until that point.
Maybe those are the reasons why you didn't feel afraid as the blood flowed out of the gaping wound in your stomach which had been caused by the sidekick who had got the jump on you as you had been looking at the damage caused be you and your friends at the LOV and cut a deep wide gash in your torso. Perhaps those are the reasons why you felt so utterly calm and at peace as the edges of your vision darkened from the blood loss even as someone screamed your name telling you to hold on and that everything would be ok.
"Yes, everything will be ok I think, nothing hurts anymore in the darkness," you quietly breathed out as your vision darkened even more and your body felt as if it was floating and the pain started to fade as did your consciousness. You felt a wetness on your cheek, was I crying? No I wasn't crying , the tears weren't yours they belonged to the person hoovering over you as they pressed a cloth on the wound on your stomach to stance the bleeding. Who was it that was doing that? You didn't know and you lacked the energy to look as your eyelids started drifting closed. "Y/n! Y/n, open your eyes please! Don't die on me please," the person above you sobbed.
Wait is that Touya's voice? You slowly pried your eyes open just enough to see the person hoovering over your bleeding form. "Touya?" You said weakly picking your hand up from where it was resting to push back the messy black locks of his hair. He looked up from your bleeding torso to your face with tears running down his cheeks.
"Y/n!" You slowly lifted your hand to wipe the tears from his face, in doing so ended up wiping the blood and dirt that coated them on his face as well. But he didn't even notice as he put more pressure onto your wound making you groin in pain.
"I'm sorry I'm so sorry y/n I should have never left you even for that split second." Touya cried as he tried his best to stop the bleeding.
"Hey?" You said to him as you moved you hand to cup his cheek redirecting his attention from your stomach to your face, "its not your fault ok?"
He went to open his mouth to speak but you shook your head at him telling him you weren't finished, "I knew what I was getting into when I joined the LOV alright? We both knew this would probably happen one day or another when we first got together didn't we?"
He nodded hesitantly because he knew you were right no matter how much he didn't want you to be. "Besides there's no way you could habe stopped that sidekick from getting to me-" you broke off in a coughing fit turning onto your side weakly to spit out the blood that you'd coughed up. Inhaling a shaky breath you continued, "they came out of no where and you were preoccupied by the other two. I should have been more observant but I wasn't paying attention thinking we had pretty much wrapped everything up and he got the drop on me." you smiled up at him slightly, "don't worry about me alright? I'll be fine and you need to help wrinkles and his crew to take down those lying bastards remember? And even if I don't make it out of here I know we'll be together again in the next life too." Your hand dropped from his face as your mind and vision grew more and more hazy. If only I'd been more observant then none of this would be happening right now. This had been both of your guys' worst nightmare, the other dying while the other one of you was forced to keep living with out them, but you'd never talked about it and gotten things all out on the table because you'd both been to scared to think about the possibility.
"y/n don't say that. Please don't say you don't think you'll make it. I can't live without you!" You felt Touya press his face into your chest as he sobbed again.
"Yes you can Touya. I know you can. Because you have to live for the both of us now and then when everything as over and we go to the next life we'll be together again. In a hopeful better world where we can be free. But until then you have to help this world and the people here become free from the fake heroes here ok? Promise me you'll do that for me?" You said slowly as you took in laboured breath after laboured breath.
"Touya looked into your half lidded eyes again taking in a shaky breath before responding, "Ok, I promise I will. But only if you promise to try and hang on just a bit longer alright?"
"Alright I promise I will try for as long as I can to hold on Touya," you said with a ghost of a smile on your face even as you felt you consciousness being ripped from your body against you will, "I love you Touya. As long as I live and into our next life's after this one I love you."
"I love you too y/n," he said back pressing his forehead against yours and kissing you lightly.
Pulling away he searched your face, looking for what you didn't know, all you knew was that you were doing the same trying to memorize ever single one of his features from his pitch black hair to his piercing blue eyes to his pale skin marked with the dark burned skin held together only by staples and piercings. You felt your eyes drift shut of their own accord and you felt your body go limp as all consciousness faded from you even as you heard the sound of Touya calling your name and foot steps approaching.
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You felt your self regaining consciousness as you heard the sound of a machine beeping annoyingly and smelled antiseptic and bleach that tried to mask the smell of blood surrounding you. You blinked slowly as your eyes adjusted to the bright light of the room you were in. You could feel those irritating crusts in the corners of your eyes that happened when you slept for to long, and went to bring your hand up to your face to rub them out. As you brought your hand up you saw the IV and cords attached to your arm and as you looked around realize that you were in a room that resembled that of a hospital room, well if a hospital was dark and had a run down look. Where am I? What happened? You went to lift your other hand and looked down at it when you realized you couldn't. It was Touya, he was laying on the edge of the bed asleep with his head rested on your arm as he tightly griped your hand in his. As you noticed the tear stain tracks that were left on his cheeks you remembered what had happened before to put you here in the first place.
Remembering the pain you had seen on his face in that moment you brought your hand to his cheek rubbing gently at them when you noticed they were still wet from tears. Waking up at the sudden touch to his face he looked at you with sleepy eyes which had you smiling at him gently loving the way he looked so perfect right then. It didn't take him long to get his bearings and jump up abruptly to hug your form close to him. You sucked in a sharp breath of pain from the sudden movement but moved your arms to hug him back just as tightly ignoring the throbbing you felt in you stomach from what you knew was your cut wound from the fight.
He pulled back from you with watery eyes holding you by your shoulders and looking at your face as if confirming that you were really there and not a figment of his imagination. seeming satisfied with his observation he pulled you back into his chest. You stroked his hair gently and pulled back just enough to look into his eyes, "hey, I'm right here Touya, I'm alright, I'm right here." You told him softly knowing those were the words of reassurance that he needed. You pulled him back to you as he let out a small sob of joy.
Hugging you closer he finally spoke, "I thought I lost you," he sobbed out pressing his face into the side of your neck.
Resting your head on his you spoke to him in a reassuring voice, "I know. I know baby. But I'm right here. I'm right here with you. I'm sorry for scaring you like that baby. I'm not going anywhere I promise."
"please don't ever do that to me again y/n."
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PAIRINGS: Father! Yandere! Enji Todoroki x Daughter! Reader
CW: yandere, incest, soulmate AU, fluff, slight angst, nsfw, kissing, praise kink, virginity kink, size kink, bathroom sex
A BNHarem Collab!
AN: my longest piece to date! the prompt this month was sex work, so i decided to stretch the prompt and do sexual slavery. wanted to go for a softer version of daddy endeavor, so please enjoy <3
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The mark on his wrist was one that was shared with yours. Enji had given up on finding his soulmate, deciding that his career and legacy were far more important than some silly marking on another’s body. Love was something he thought he could go without. But when he saw your bright eyes gaze up at him, your chubby hand wrapped around his index finger, his heart had fallen hard—such a sweet, gentle thing. No traces of fear, of disdain, of disgust for him as a human being. Just pure curiosity and unconditional love. His heart leaped for his little girl.
Enji was determined, then and there, that he would never fail you, not like he forgot the others.
Oh, what plans he had for you, his precious princess. He couldn’t wait to spoil you, to marry you and start a new family once you were old enough. Rei realized this as well. Her youngest daughter, her last hope at salvaging her broken family, was to be had by her husband. The thought frightened her, especially after seeing the adoring look in her husband's eyes when she saw him cradle you for the first time. It was so unlike the stoic nature he held for the other children when they were born, only caring to see that they were healthy before leaving off back to his agency, never giving them more than a fleeting touch. It was nothing like when he held you, snarling at any nurse who dared to take his soulmate from the grips of his arms.
Something that had Enji’s conviction more so than his career was something to be feared. Your mother swore to herself that she would not let her husband ruin you.
Once he fell asleep with you tucked in the crook of his arm, a social worker came and collected you to be sent to a foster home and be set up for adoption. It was better than falling into the hands of the monster of a husband.
After the death of Touya, the pair decided to have one more child in hopes of fixing their broken family, but Rei now knew it was for naught. Nothing could save them know, especially now that Enji had nearly burned the building down when he discovered that his little girl was gone, just hours after he had finally found you.
Rei alerted the commission as well for your protection, that utter bitch of a woman. They very well couldn't have the number two hero caught in an incestuous bond with his daughter, now could they. All information of your whereabouts was hidden from him, blacklisting him from working with any foster children, lest he loses his hero license. Enji may have lost you for the time being, but his patience grew as he did. They couldn't keep him from you forever. You'd be reunited one day; he knows it.
The first time he saw you again was when you were fifteen. It was your birthday and the day he had become the number one hero officially, plenty of reason to celebrate. Usually, he would have taken the time to sit near the rose bush he planted in your honor in his courtyard on your birthday, renewing his vows to find and love you to the best of his ability. Enji took great pride in keeping your memory alive with the bush for his beautiful little rose gone too soon from his grasp. But there you were, mere meters from him.
The foster home you stayed at took you out for dinner when he was meeting with Hawks after the billboard awards. Your eyes were unmistakable, a perfect cerulean just like his own. He was so close, yet so far. My, how you had grown since he saw you. Unlike him, you bore your mark proudly on your wrist, not ashamed to admit to the world who your soulmate was. Not like you actually knew who it was anyway.
Enji was prepared to leave Hawks at the table; a new flame lit under his ass, one far more exhilarating than the thought of being the number one hero. He was up and on his way to speak to you before Nomu attacked him. Damn villains, they'd pay for separating the two of you once again. But his conviction only grew stronger. It wasn’t hard to find you after that; he knew what city you were living in. Instincts lashed out at him, demanding that he go sweep you up and hide you away. No, no. That would make you frightened; he can't have that. He’ll watch from the sidelines, waiting until you were of age to make a move. He was curious to see just how life as a foster child was treating you.
Growing up in the foster system had been a nightmare from hell for you. A cursed child is what they saw you as when your skin sprouted flames every time it was touched by the human hand, burning everything and everyone who came in contact with it. From the moment your quirk manifested, you were an outcast, an untouchable, unlovable freak. Someone destined never to feel the touch of their new parents, their lover, their soulmate.
It wasn't long before you realized that you would remain in the foster system until you aged out. Who would adopt a child they couldn't hug when they cried, hold their hand when they crossed the street, snuggle up to when it was chilly outside? Any potential parent was taken aback by your quirk once you reached for the warm touch of mommy and daddy, only to singe their hand or burn a hole in their shirt.
You learned quickly that your touch was something to be feared, that you were something to be feared. You supposed that’s why you looked up to him so much. So much so that you thought about him late at night when the loneliness seemed to drown you in the sea of your insecurities.
Endeavor was the only one who could understand you, understand your quirk. If only your soulmate mark could match him, maybe you feel the warmth of another human being without hurting or mauling them with your power. Abrasive he may be with the media, but there something about him that was so comforting and endearing to you. In your eyes, he was simply misunderstood, a gentle giant amongst the mass personalities of the other pro heroes.
Watching his interviews brought you comfort when you were lonely, his merchandise made you swell with pride and confidence, and his posters on the wall reminded you that you were never alone. It was a silly crush, but it made you feel better about your miserable life.
You even got to see him on your birthday! Well, not exactly. You happened to be in the same restaurant when your foster parents took you out for your birthday. It was apparent that they just felt bad for you, having looked after you for 15 years only to still have custody of your sorry ass. You were almost certain that they were going to kick you to the curb the morning of your 18th birthday.
Too bad they never had the chance. That fate would have been much kinder than the reality you faced now.
Once the Paranormal Liberation Front had effectively ripped society up by the roots and let the tree of life rot for the world to see, your foster parents packed their shit and left the country while you were at school. You’d been alone in the world ever since and were snatched off the streets, ready to be sold into slavery by the villains of the world. Your quirk was the only thing keeping you from being bought like a bitch from the auction floor.
Enji, on the other hand, was more than eager to do just that. After his public smear campaign by his allegedly dead son, he was dead to the world, finally abandoning his family for good in hopes of finding his beloved daughter. His life was dedicated to searching for you, having managed to track you down through his vigilante work. He likes to lie to himself and say that he’s continuing to fight for the greater good, but Enji does it just to have the chance to see your sweet face again. There wasn’t much to go off of, but he’d rather see his fiery end than to give up. That's how he found you at the auction.
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Another auction night was approaching, which meant another night of humiliation and being displayed like a slab of meat for a crowd of degenerate wolves. Your quirk was the only thing keeping you from being sold; no one wants a fucktoy they can’t touch. It reduced you to physical labor for your captors, but you were better fed because of it. That didn’t mean they still didn’t try to sell you.
After being stripped down into nothing but a collar, leash, and a muzzle, you were brought to the stage and shoved in front of the ravenous, roaring crowd. You could feel their stares seep into your bones, the grime from the floor on your bare feet only adding to the overwhelming sensation of disgust you couldn’t even begin to describe.
The crowd’s excitement was raucous, jeers and shouts echoing off the halls of the underground auditorium. Masks covered their faces for the sake of privacy lest a vigilante break-in and hunt them all down. Even in the lawlessness of the world, heroes were still crawling everywhere to trail after even the slightest scent of villainy. Doesn't mean they’ll win, but hey, the death of a hero is just the same as the auction was to them.
“Up next, a darling girl with a fiery quirk!”
That was your cue. A handler had a fierce grip on your leash, giving it a few tugs for good measure as the crowd laughed at your stumbling. The auctioneer began to list your qualities and physical attributes, including your quirk.
“And she’s a virgin!”
Added for good measure, the crowd fell silent after listening to the abilities of your quirk. You couldn't hate it anymore; it's what was keeping you from being someone’s onahole until the day you kicked the bucket.
“Can I get $10,000?”
Ah the starting bid. The silence was relieving. Just a few more moments and you'd be off that damn stage.
“No? Going once, going twice, going-”
“One million.”
A booming voice came from the back row, the depths of the shadows to further hide the masked man who just bought your life. Why did it sound so familiar?
“Outstanding! One million dollars for the young lady!”
“Going once.”
It couldn't be.
“Going twice.”
This can't be happening.
“Sold for one million!”
No!
You were supposed to be unwanted, just like you have been your entire life! Yet some mysteriously familiar man outbid the entire auction for little ol’ you.
“Off the stage, bitch.”
The handler snarled, yanking you off the stage and causing you the fall and bruise yourself in the process.
“Watch it!” He spat, picking you up by the roots of your hair. “The merchandise needs to be handled carefully before reaching the customer. Let's hope he doesn't mind some bumps and bruises. For your sake.”
“That won't be necessary; I'll be taking her as is. Immediately, if you will.”
The mysterious man stood had already made his way backstage and behind you, standing formidably over your stark form. Your hair was released, dropping you back to the floor.
“Excellent, sir! I’m more than happy to get this welp off my hands.”
A brief exchange was made while you recovered on the floor, shaking in fear as the situation weighed heavily on your already broken self. The handler took the money and returned to the back room, leaving the two of you alone together.
The stranger crouched down to you and extended a hand to brush the stray hair out of your face, touch remaining tender and gentle when you flinched harshly.
“My poor girl, what has the world done to you?”
His coat enveloped your body as he scooped you up in his arms. The scent of him comforted you more than you would have liked to admit. Teakwood and coffee grounds filled your senses as he held you flush against his chest, leaving the auction house with a renewed sense of vigor.
You were placed in the backseat of a car before he dressed you in simple pajamas.
“Rest. You deserve it.”
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At some point in the car ride, you let yourself fall asleep only to wake up in a cozy king-size bed wrapped up in a soft blanket next to a warm fireplace. The false sense of comfort lulled you for a few moments before your situation hit you like a ton of bricks. The anxiety you'd had known your whole life had finally kicked back into gear, forcing you out of bed and into the rest of the house.
It was daybreak, the sunlight slowly trickling in through heavily curtained windows as you walked through the halls and into the kitchen. The man was standing over the stove, sans mask, dressed in a wife-beater and his pajama bottoms. It couldn't be-
“Come in; breakfast will be on the table in a moment.”
Now you were certain.
“Who are you?” Your voice barely above a whisper. “Why did you buy me at the auction?”
A deep, rumbling chuckle flowed from the man.
“I think you know the answer to that, little one.”
His focus was retained on the meal in front of him. “I’ll explain myself over breakfast. Now sit.”
You couldn't help but feel compelled to obey him. While sitting, you took the time to honestly look him over for the first time in your life. Never did you think you would be so close to your childhood crush in such a domestic setting.
He had noticeably greyed but still possessed a majority of his red hair. Muscles were still taught and budging, but he had grown a little bit of a belly. Endeavor was as handsome as ever, aged like a fine wine that you couldn't wait to sip on.
The food was placed in front of you as he took the test next to you.
“Eat and have some water. Then we’ll talk.”
Once again, you obeyed him without question and refrained from eating like a rabid animal. It wasn't even a question, so much so that it is evident that you hadn't had a decent meal in a long time. You were still muscular from the labor you did for your handlers, though.
And Enji liked that about you. How resilient you were, he loved that you inherited his strength but still possessed Rei’s gentle nature. Not that he wanted to credit that woman for anything, but he couldn't deny the obvious. You were his strong, beautiful little girl who had to endure so much because his bitch of a wife decided to separate you from him.
But he was here now, ready to give all his love and protection to his only love. It took everything in his power not to swoop you up from your seat and hold you in his arms until his last breath.
Enji watched you eat, pride swelling in his chest at the thought that you liked his cooking. He couldn't help but wonder what your favorite meals were as well. There's certainly all the time in the world to get to know his little girl now that he had you. And he was never going to let you go.
Your breakfast was devoured quickly, both out of desperation for a real meal and answers to your questions.
“Why did you buy me from the auction?”
It was a complicated question, but you wanted a simple answer.
“I’m your soulmate.” His wrist was on display as he reached across the table to hold your hand.
For the first time in your life, you felt safe. Your one, shining hope was meant to yours and he wanted to be yours. You didn't even question how he knew at all.
His touch was warm and slightly rough, but it was welcome all the same. Even though your skin was lit aflame at his flesh against your, he paid it no mind. He was built to take your quirk, to take you.
“Endeavor…”
“Please, call me Enji.” His thumb rubbed over the palm of your hand. “I’m sure you feel better after having something to eat.”
“Why don't you go take a bath? It’ll help you relax, I can take care of your dishes.”
It was strange how insistent he was on taking care of you, but you can't say you don't enjoy the attention. He seemed to care for you in a way that went beyond caring for a partner, or in your case, a soulmate. But who were you to judge? It wasn't like you had a lot of experiences to use as a comparison.
Making your way back to the bedroom, you took the time to study the house you were in. A traditional, well-kept home, it practically looked like it was untouched. And maybe it was; buildings and homes fully intact were hard to come by these days, let alone ones that were clean and warm.
Enji seemed to lull you into an instinctual sense of safety, even though he bought you out of slavery. Just because he was your soulmate didn't mean that he had good intentions for you, but somehow, his presence alone filled a void in your heart that you had forgotten was even there.
Once you made it to the bathroom connected to the master bedroom, you drew yourself a bath just like Enji had instructed you to do. It wasn't the wisest decision to let your guard down like this, but the man already had plenty of opportunities to fuck you up by this point.
The water was warm and inviting when you sank yourself into it; you couldn't remember the last time you had warm water to clean yourself with. It made you feel light and hazy, slipping into a headspace you had long forgotten—a place of safety and comfort.
Three raps on the door pulled you from your haze as Enji entered the bathroom with fresh towels. Despite the fact that he had already seen you naked, the intimacy of the situation only left you feeling more vulnerable than ever.
“Let me help you.”
He kneeled next to you outside of the tub and pulled a lavender chamomile shampoo from the tub’s shelf. There was room to protest, but you couldn't find yourself willing to do so.
Water was poured over your head before he started a lather in your hair, gently scrubbing your scalp for a while. Even this simple touch made you shudder, it was a long time since you last felt the warmth of someone’s touch. And everything about this man was warm, for you at least. His words, his touch, his heart.
Conditioner was added to your hair as well before he moved onto washing your body. The scrub was gentle across your skin, his hand following after it to help keep the suds from rising too much. Strong hands massaged your back and your neck, both of which needed the much-deserved relief.
“So tense.” He murmured, mostly to himself.
There was a comfortable silence shared between the two of you as he massaged out all the knots and kinks that had built up over the years with your handlers. His touch should have made you flinch but you found yourself pressing into it. A small moan escaped your lips as he worked through a particularly tender spot on your neck.
“Are you enjoying this?”
His lips ghosted your ear as warm breath tickled your cheek and neck.
Your face flushed with a fiery warmth from a combination of the steam, your embarrassment, and the man whispering sweet nothings in your ear as his hands worked at your tired skin.
“Let me help you relax, sweet thing.”
Enji picked you up momentarily to slot himself behind you in the tub. Placed on his lap, you gasped when you could feel his erection hard against your back. Fear started to trickle into your veins as you squirmed slightly, attempting to get out of his grasp.
“Shhh, it's alright, you're okay.” His hand made its way to your throat and rested there gently, stroking over your artery with his thumb. “I’m not going to hurt you, sweetheart. Let me show you how much I've missed you.”
His touch made you feel alive, feel wanted for the first time in your life. You couldn't help but whine when his other hand made its way down your body, gently groping your breast as his lips were pressed to your ear.
“Do you trust me to take care of you?”
His fingers toyed with your nipples, obviously skilled.
“Do you trust me to make the sweetest love to you?”
Another whine caught in your throat as his hand went further, cupping your sex in his much larger hand. He kneaded gently, pressing a soft kiss to your temple when you writhed in his grip.
“Please! Enji-”
Shushing you gently, Enji’s thumb made its way to your clit to stroke in small circles.
“How does that feel, sweetheart?”
You were used to touching yourself, but oh God it never felt like this.
“Good!” You managed to choke out in a wanton moan. “So good! Enji, please, I need-”
A warm pair of lips sealed over yours, silencing you once again. Enji knew how wrong this was, to take advantage of you like this without revealing the truth. But he wanted at least to just once to have you in his arms willingly and eagerly. He wanted to kiss you breathless, listen to your cries and feel your nails dig into his skin as he gave you all of himself without a fight from you. He can worry about revealing himself to you later.
The rough pads of his large fingers started to apply pressure to your clit as his middle finger slipped into your tight hole under the water.
“Don't worry, little one. I'll give you what you need.”
Soft kisses were trailed along your cheek and hand that was on his that was still holding your throat tenderly. Finger pumping in and out of you, Enji whispered sweet praises to you as he felt your hole clench around him.
“Doing so well for me, sweetheart.”
Your breathy moans and whines only served to harden his cock. He felt like a teenager all over again, closing to cumming just from the sound of your voice.
Another finger slipped into your tight core, careful not to overwhelm you too fast. It was obvious you'd hadn't been touched before, not even by yourself. You felt full but greedy for more of his touch.
“Deeper, Enji! Please, can you?”
You were babbling at this point, writhing in his lap as he fingered you nice and slow with thick digits. Enji hummed as he pressed further into, curling his fingers into your G-spot.
Your cry was loud as he began to abuse your most sensitive spot, fully squirming in his arms as tears of pleasure breached your eyes. The sensation was too overpowering for you, making you thrash and arch in his arms.
“Shh, you're okay, sweetheart. You're okay; I'm right here.”
His fingers continued to stroke in a curled fashion, thumb still circling over your twitching clit. Enji kissed you again, deeper and more fierce as he began to fuck you earnestly with his fingers.
“Cum for me, darling.”
Squealing, you gripped his forearm and cried helplessly into his mouth. The build was slow and intense, allowing your orgasm to wash over you in waves of pleasure rather than a blinding, quick light.
“E-Enji!” You wailed. “Enji!”
You shook in his arms, holding onto the larger man for dear life as you experienced your first orgasm. It seemed like Enji knew your body better than you did.
No words were exchanged between the pair of you, but you could feel the tension of your desired hanging thick in the air. This man was going to take your virginity, here and now.
Enji removed his hand from your throat and between your legs in order to maneuver you to sit facing forward in his lap.
“Are you ready for me?”
His honesty made you flush even more. Biting your lip nervously, you hesitated to answer. Were you ready? It wasn’t like you had much of choice; the man could very well take you by force if he so chose to. But you felt safe in his arms, safe with him.
“Let me help you, my love.”
Warm, large hands gripped your backside as he held you steady above his cock. Your hand reached down to line yourself up with his throbbing sex, lowering yourself down on it slowly.
It burned in the best way, stretching you out fully as you pressed your forehead against his chin.
“Good girl, taking my cock so well, darling.”
A pitiful whine left your throat at the praise, hands gripping the forearms that held you in place.
“Can...Can you hold me?” You whimpered. “Please?”
Enji’s arms enveloped you and pulled you flush against his, tucking your head into the crook of his neck as you continued to lower yourself onto his cock. Your breath tickled his ears, making him groan lowly once he bottomed out inside of you.
“Such a sweet girl you are, taking all of me on your first try.”
Another whine responded for you as you ground your hips down on his.
“E-Enji.” You whimpered his name over and over again like a prayer. “Enji!”
“Be still, little one.” Hands back on your hips, holding you in place near the tip of his girthy length. “Let me take care of you.”
Hips in place, the man began to thrust up into you slowly, holding you tight as he stood up from the water. You only gripped and nuzzled yourself into him further, letting out sweet whines and whimpers into his ear while he thrust into you.
Your back was placed against the cool tile of the wall when he tilted your chin up to meet his gaze. Even in this position, he was still at least another head taller than you.
“Look at me when I make love to you.”
Through wet eyelashes, you gazed up at his eyes and let your mouth hang open as he rolled his hips into yours. His eyes shut briefly when he moaned, hissing at the feeling of your wet cunt hugging his cock so well.
“You were made to take my cock, little one.”
Arms reached up to wrap around his neck as he thrust into you, taking his time to make his strokes slow and deep. His hips were flush against yours when you asked him, “Kiss me, please? I want all of you Enji.”
Your bold proclamation stunned him for a moment before yielding, placing a deep kiss and a hot tongue against your lips.
His thrusts became faster as he kissed you with more passion and vitality. For an old man, he certainly had his stamina up to par. Your fingers thread through his red and grey tresses, tugging him closer to you gently as you moaned shamelessly into his mouth.
The pleasure in your core was more intense, fiercer this time around as his thrusts became hard and fast. The sounds of both of your moans and skin slapping against skin echoed off the tiled bathroom walls as the both of you felt your orgasms coming.
“Enji, fuck!” You whined, beginning to squirt on his fast-paced cock. “I-I’m cumming; I’m cumming!”
“Cum for me, princess.”
With a choked sob, you creamed yourself all over his cock, which continued to pound into your hole before he groaned your name and came deep inside you.
Nothing but the sounds of the water sloshing and your labored breathing could be heard as you both came down from your highs.
After a moment of rest, Enji pulled out and wrapped you in a towel before laying you gently on the bed. A towel was wrapped around his own waist as he looked at you fondly, brushing stray hairs out of your eye sight as he sat next to you on the bed.
“I must ask, how did you end up at the auction site?”
What a loaded question, but the intimacy you two shared allowed for it.
“I was kidnapped off the streets after my parents abandoned me when the prison break happened.”
He sighed gruffly and took your hand in his.
“What utter fools, tossing aside a beautiful rose such as yourself.”
His thumb traced over your soulmate mark. You still had yet to know how he knew before ever meeting you.
“It's alright; I never considered them my family. I just wish I could have met mine, but at least I met my soulmate.”
A crinkled smile adorned his face.
“You've done more than meet them.”
What could that have meant?
“I’m your father and your soulmate, little one.”
A rock hit the pit of your stomach as you retracted your hand from his.
“That isn't a funny joke, I'm serious.”
“So am I.” His hand was quick to snatch your back. “What could I possibly gain from lying to you?”
“P-Prove it.”
“Our soulmate marks, I saw yours the moment you were born in the Hosu hospital before my wife separated us all those years ago. I can recite your birthday if you'd like me to, for good measure.”
Fuck, he really wasn't lying. A lump formed in your throat as tears sprung in your eyes.
“Why would you do this to me?” You whispered, barely even able to hear yourself.
“Because I love you. I love you so much, sweetheart. Ever since I saw you for the first time in the hospital, my entire life has changed because of you. All I ever wanted was you.”
Enji was quick to shush your cries, using his free hand to wipe your tears away.
“Will you forgive me for being selfish?”
The disgust and horror filled everyone of your senses, especially when you came to a realization that he was everything you've ever wanted.
What came out of your mouth next stunned the both of you.
“You can apologize by begging on your knees and cleaning me up with your tongue, Daddy.”
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Pairing: Midoriya x Reader, Bakugou x Reader, Kirishima x Reader, Kaminari x Reader, Iida x Reader, Sero x Reader, Todoroki x Reader.
Warning: MANGA SPOILERS! Strong language, Suiciding! Reader, Murdered! Reader, Car crash, Quirk accident, Sad MHA characters
Genre: Pure Angst
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Izuku Midoriya (Deku)
His face became pale.
No, there’s no way! You’re the only person that supports him until he got into UA!
And now, you saved him from got stabbed by Shigaraki?!
“We will be partner in heroes together when we grow up! We’ll also build an agency together! And then we make a family! All by ourselves!”
“Heroes? Together?! FAMILY?! LIAR!”
He cried so hard in front of your photo and a vase that contains your ashes.
“Y/N! Keep your promise! At least don’t promise something you can’t do!” he cried.
“I’m so happy when I got One for All from All Might! Not for me! But for our promises!” He sobbed.
“And you leave me just like that?! Why did you even sacrifice your life like that for a Dekunobo (Useless) person like me! I’m not the Dekiru (Can do) person you always told me!”
Maybe I need to leave UA soon, I don’t want this kind of thing happened to the others!
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Katsuki Bakugou (Dynamight)
No way…
“They hung their self” M/N informed while tears rolling down her eyes.
He looks at your body.
“It’s my fault! All of it!” He scolded himself.
If he’s not that difficult to confess his feelings!
“I liked Kacchan… but I don’t think he do like me,” You wrote.
Dammit Y/N! He loves you ever since you offered yourself to become his friend!
He’s bullying you just because he’s jealous that you hang out with Deku more than him!
Even he still using the nickname from you, Kacchan!
He acted like it’s annoying, like he hated that.
But deep inside, he loved it!
“Why it’s has to ends like this? I’ve always imagining a future with you!” He sobbed.
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Eijirou Kirishima (Red Riot)
“They’re murdered by Dabi’s flames” said the police officer.
Kirishima gritted his teeth.
Even if you’re burnt like this, you’re still as cute as you normally do… He thinks.
“Y/N, you said that you’ll be in the Support Course and then creating all my support items as a Hero Course… why’d you leave me without keeping your promise? That’s unmanly right? As unmanly as me crying right now?!” Tears rolling down his cheeks like rains.
“You know that Ashido told me that you like me? Yea, I know. I like you too. Me being in my unmanly person I am, I didn’t confess the second I heard of it! And look at you now, I have no chance to tell you how I’m feeling without tears rolling down my eyes!”
“You’re the one that give me the medicine when I accidentally scratched my eye when my quirk manifested! You’re the only person after Crimson Riot that helping me with my insecurities!”
He stared to your body.
“I wish I could join you, but you’ll be so mad if I did it on purpose” He sighed.
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Denki Kaminari (Chargebolt)
“Denki watch out!” You pushed him and got hit by a car.
“I’m sorry, she couldn’t make it,” said the doctor.
“It’s all your fault! Yes! This is because your clumsy ass!” He scolded himself.
“You have to stop being clumsy! It’ll making you lose something in your life! Maybe your soul, maybe your hands, or anything!” He remembers when you scold him about his clumsiness.
You’re the one that always helping him, even though he was quirkless (I use this theory), you still being his friend.
Helping him from the bullying he got through, practicing your quirks together, helping him study.
You’re his hero, the true hero, people might be saw you as ‘The Pathetic Hero that died just because of a car accident’ but he sees you as something else.
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Tenya Iida (Ingenium)
You’re Tensei’s best friend, you two already know each other since childhood, so it’s no surprise that Tenya know you and have a huge crush on you.
Tensei know that you also have a ‘little crush’ on his little brother.
He approved it; he even ships it!
But that ship is sinking when you’re dead saving Tensei from Stain.
Tenya, that are just winning the 3rd place at Sport Festival, he immediately run to the hospital
“No, no no no!” He cried.
He always looking up at you, so it’s hurt him seeing your state right now.
“They couldn’t make it” The doctor informed.
“Doctor, you’re joking right?” Tenya asked, his eyes begging that the answer is yes.
“Of course not, I’m so sorry.” The doctor shook his head.
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Hanta Sero (Cellophane)
This time, he couldn’t smile like he always did.
No, who could?!
He killed you by using his quirk while training!
Accident? So what?!
I’m so useless, my quirk is lame, and because if that lame thing, they died!
Sero won’t get out from his room until Bakugou explode his dorm door and Kirishima helps him.
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Shoto Todoroki (Shoto)
He’s just to young to hear this news.
You jump off the cliff.
“I’m so sorry, Shoto. I just couldn’t make it without Touya, I love him so much… it’s okay… I’ll tell him that you miss him and others. Keep alive, okay? Don’t go joining me!” Said your Goodbye Letter.
The 6thyear old Shoto, losing 3 person he loves, 2 dead.
First of all, his brother, Touya.
Second his mother, Rei.
And third, his crush that liking his brother, Y/N?!
“Why is my life isn’t fair?! I don’t want any of this quirk! Let me just live happily!” He screams.
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part 3 of second choice ; ceo!shoto todoroki x gn!reader (x ceo!katsuki bakugo) (1617 words)
part 1. part 2. (previous) part 4.
tw ; angst, arranged marriage, toxic relationship, degradation, divorce, mention of alcohol, bad language, slightly suggestive ?
EXTRA INFOS ;; all the characters are aged up obviously (they are 30 here), the point of view of this third part is from shoto todoroki !
confrontation. [7 : 16 pm]
a week has passed since he came home that night drunk. that he had begged momo to stay with him. that he had accidentally seen those divorce papers crumpled by your hands.
momo had seen them too that night, and yet she and shoto had not commented on them. good, he wasn't in the mood anyway.
it had become almost official, even the media had it on their front pages. "one of japan's richest couples on the verge of divorce?", "billionaire todoroki single again?" "y/n, will the heir.ess of their father's company return to being a lawyer?"
he would have liked to say that he cared what you thought about it. if you cried, screamed, were you hurt ? but that would be lying, you were the least of his worries.
and then, wasn't it what he wanted from the beginning ?
that you would end up hating him so much that you would leave him. that he could finally be free of the weight that you represented every day.
and yet his signature was still missing.
"you can't even love your partner properly, and now i hear through the media that a divorce is on the way ? you're pathetic son. i knew i should have married them to touya. " enji's heart-attack voice echoed terribly through the phone, which made shoto sigh. he was even pretty sure he could hear it from across town.
"calm down." shoto said in an annoyed tone. "your marriage isn't a success either, so keep your remarks to yourself. bye. "
"you idiot, don't you dare hanging up on me. i don't care if you can't satisfy your s/o, i don't care if they feel bad about this arranged marriage either. but y/n y/l/n comes from a very famous lawyer's family, so get a divorce and the amount of money you have to give will be huge. "
"i manage them, it will not be a problem. i have to go now. "
the young man finally returned to your room, looking exhausted, his tie loosened and ready to down a few glasses of whiskey.
however, he was surprised to see you. dressed in a beautiful versace dress/suit, you were glowing. well no, he meant that you looked... good.
though, it was the first time he took the time to look at you. to admire you.
the young man finally met your indifferent gaze through the mirror you were standing in front of. that gaze that was so joyful and sparkling at the beginning of your marriage, full of hope to transform this purely financial union into a love marriage.
but that look, devoid of emotion, almost made shoto, Japan's most ambitious ceo, doubt himself. almost.
"i'm surprised you're still using my card to splurge. how much is this one? $1000 ? $2000 ?"
he was tired, exhausted. nut the truth is he was in the mood to be a pain in the ass tonight.
"$ 8,330. plus the $800 pair. " you replied coldly.
your answer was like a slap in the face to your husband. not because of the price, he didn't give a fuck about this.
but this tone right there. it wasn't like you. you were normally so gentle, patient even with the worst of the crap he put you through. that naive kindness that made him want to vomit was completely gone. he didn't expect such a turn of events.
"so you decide to divorce me, but first you want to empty my bank account? you're exactly as I imagined." his look that used to reflect nothing but fatigue was now full of contempt for you.
you finally faced him. shit, he couldn't help but find you beautiful.
"here todoroki, let's talk about the divorce. " you began, quietly walking over to the cabinet and pulling out a stack of documents. "i've signed it, sign it, and i'll take it to my lawyers first thing in the morning.
he snatched them out of your hand and threw them across the room. you didn't even flinch, you even held his gaze. poker face.
a loud silence fell between you. a long silence, uncomfortable and comfortable at the same time. heavy and light. sensible and meaningless.
"what's all this about ? who put you up to this ?"
a wry laugh escaped your lips. your new behavior puzzled shoto. he loved and hated what he had in front of him. a challenge.
"you think i need someone to make me realize that i deserve better than an asshole like you ? fuck, let me laugh. "
your hand went to retrieve a piece of paper from your purse. and it was slammed hard against his chest. bakugou’s business card.
he found your face inches from his, your warm breath gently caressing his cheeks. a scent of whiskey filled his nostrils. you were not sober.
"how many drinks are you on? " he asked quietly.
"so now do you care if i downed a whole bottle or not ? oh please shut up. because now that you mention it, your friend bakugou katsuki may have hired me. to be his company's business lawyer. isn't that funny? "
you turned your back on him, unaware of the state you'd put him in. but damn, it was like he'd just been slapped in the face. nausea took over his whole body, his legs became heavy and weak in few seconds only. and he knew damn well it wasn't fatigue.
so you were leaving him, but on top of that you were going to work for his number one competitor ?
he didn't know what hurt more, the knowledge that bakugo had won one of the most competent lawyers in the field or that you were leaving him for him ? was he jealous ? surely not, it was another feeling that repulsed him. he didn't even know.
"have you lost your tongue todoroki ?"
todoroki ? since when did you call him by his last name ? where are the darlings or my heart that used to annoy him so much ?
you finish getting ready, now wearing your long jacket. he had lost his tongue indeed, he didn't know what to say to you. what to do.
y/n y/l/n, you had succeeded in putting your husband to the wall.
but it was only for a moment. he quickly, too quickly, pulled himself together. his usual irritated expression returned.
"you don't see that he's using you to get ahead of me ? i thought you were smarter than that. "
he took a step forward, slowly but surely. like a predator approaching its prey.
"he doesn't care about you. just like no one has ever cared about you, not me, not him and not your bourgeois family. that's why they put you in a loveless marriage so easily. "
a mirthless laugh escaped from his lips.
"y/n, this bastard doesn't give a damn about you. "
you tried to move towards him, ready to slap him, but the alcohol made you capsize and stumble on your carpet. he arrived just in time to support you with his muscular arms. an annoyed sigh resounded in the large room when your sob reached his ears.
nevertheless, a petty smile stretched his lips. there you were again, the fragile and unassertive y/n finally in his arms.
that bakugo had managed to turn your brain inside out. yet shoto knew you better than anyone else. he knew you. better than you knew yourself. you were that puzzle he had managed to decipher long ago.
"that's not true. kacchan wouldn't do that...", you whisper.
"you know i'm right, sweetheart. you know i'm the only one who's honest with you. my love for you is all you need. "
his muscular hand gradually, peacefully, came to caress your back to take off the buttons of your dress. his lips came to meet yours, to draw you into a long, languid, unsentimental kiss. your lips asked for more, your whole soul asked for more of shoto. more of this man for whom your heart never stopped beating. even if his was vibrating for another woman.
you wanted to feel his lips making love to you sensually, sincerely.
you just wanted him to love you for one night. one fucking night.
shoto was ecstatic. he could already see himself opening a bottle of champagne with his father, to celebrate the divorce that would never happen. tonight, shoto had brought out his best acting skills. millions were at stake. he had brought out his best kiss. he had never touched you like that. so gently, so carefully.
he had never called you by any affectionate nickname.
he has done too much to keep you around.
and you were drunk, not stupid.
you finally stood up, moving away from him, reluctantly. nothing he said was true. from his love for you, to his accusations against katsuki.
awkwardly, you put your dress/suit back on properly.
"i have a meeting with my future employer mr. bakugou tonight. i'll be late. don't wait for me, i'll sleep at the hotel tonight, with your card. "
a red color came to his cheeks. anger ? sadness ? jealousy ?
he had never seen you so determined, so proud. and that attracted him. he was going to lose millions, no matter what. but it was you who was going to escape him. for that bastard bakugou katsuki.
the nice little y/n was no longer shoto todoroki's.
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• drabble - warmth [dabi (touya todoroki) x reader]
• wc - 397
• genre - angst
• a/n - the first piece of writing you get as soon as i get back is angst <3.
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on a frigid and black december night is when dabi misses you most. the cold dusk air leaving a hollow sting in his heart. reminding of what he lost. he always misses you. every day, every hour, every minute he misses you.
his heart and mind like a broken record, repeating the fading memories of your love. the way you loved him so tenderly despite knowing the monster he was. even on the coldest winter nights, your love was enough to make his icy and scarred heart melt. he will never forget how patient you were. the way you helped him patch the holes in his heart. the warmth of your love. even his outbursts of rage and such vivid emotion never scared you away. you were always there for him. no matter what.
you were his sun. like the warm ticklish feeling of the sun kissing his scarred skin; it was warming and comforting. dabi had found someone to live for. without you dabi had no reason to live. he found someone who could love him. and he loved them too.
losing you was something her couldn't even comprehend. he didn't want to believe it really. he constantly denied the reality of it. never coming to terms with himself; it's ironic really. you who helped him come to terms with himself, are now making him do the opposite. losing you opened a new hole in his heart, one that couldn't be fixed. your love was his only remedy. only you held the key to his heart. unconsciously the man slowly froze his heart over again.
locking it deep inside of him. now he was in an eternal winter; alongside the dark night where not even the moon shows his face. the sun in his world now gone. all he can do is imagine your love, like the receding warmth of your touches. your gentle and understanding affection. dabi has locked his heart up throwing the key far into his fading memories of you. terrified of losing whats left of you. he will hold onto that warmth, the thought of the sun; even if it's not real. stumbling upon the snow buried hill you both met upon, he utters a few words. followed by blood stained tears flowing down his face and staining the freshly fallen pure snow.
"i don't think i'll ever fall in love again".
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More Than Life Itself -Dabi x Reader | Alternative Ending to Burnt
A/n: I was feeling super soft at the end if you couldn't tell lol
I have school in the morning, I should get to bed.. but I'm so freaking inspired rn. I'll probably just fall sleep writing again.
Does anyone even read this? Am I talking to myself?
Wouldn't be the first time 😶
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Genre: comfort- lots of comfort/angst to fluff (ish) \\ wc: 1,099\\ posted: 01/10/2024
Warnings!: (Please just trust me. Y/n doesn't just let him get away with it, but I don't want to spoil it lol). Crying, regret, mentions of toxicity, mentions of manipulation and gaslighting, Dabi's real name, hints of Dabi's past/backstory, flinching, slight self hatred, a slight mention of physical abuse, and slight self doubt! I think that's it, please tell me if I miss anything! <33 (anon in my ask box is turned on for my shy readers ;3)
Part One- Burnt (pure angst)
You broke down sobbing as Dabi closed the door. You knew that this was for the best, and what he did was completely not okay, but that was the love of your life. Your one and only. Your soulmate. Your partner. Your beloved. Your first; and you were hoping your last.
Yes, he could be toxic- okay. He was toxic frequently. He would yell, insult, manipulate and gaslight you. He would get jealous and possessive; and leave for months on end without a single word.
He would break your heart; only to come back and repair it with his soft compliments, not only manipulating you into forgetting about it; but gaslighting you as he changed the story. Making himself look better.
And you played along. Because his warm hands caressing your arms, shoulders, cheeks, and head were too loving. The way he kissed your forehead, whispering to you how beautiful you are felt too real. The way he would treat you outside of the bad times felt too... perfect.
Your beloved Touya wasn’t all bad. He could be an amazing partner... half of the time. One thing you were- and are- grateful for is the fact that no matter how nasty, toxic, and straight up mean he can be; he has –and never will- cheat. It goes against everything he despises. He won’t do it.
As you remember all the good times tears streamed down your face, sliding to your chin before falling onto your hand. Sobs echoed through the room as you held yourself. Rocking back and forth, you faintly hear someone calling your name. Roling your eyes, you flip the front door of your apartment off.
No way you were letting that d-bag in. As he continues to call your name you scoff. Standing up, you head towards the door. Grasping the handle, you slam the door open.
Right as you were about to say something you were-
-abruptly awoken out of your slumber. You jolt awake, looking around in alarm. Dabi held your shoulders in worry, his turquoise eyes holding no recollection of the past argument.
“Doll? What’s wrong, Babygirl?” Dabi cooed, pressing his knuckle below your eye, catching your tears. You flinch back from his touch. His eyes widen, and he pulls away.
“S-sweetheart...” he murmured, his gorgeous orbs moving to the floor. You stare at him, tears still streaming down your face. He moved his eyes to focus on yours. “Baby what happened? Please tell me... I’m worried.” Dabi murmured.
You shook with sobs as you stared at your beloved. His perfectly framed face held no hint of the malice it had before. His eyes were full of concern, love, and even hurt from your flinching
“I-I had a nightmare.” You whisper, slowly melting into his touch.
“A nightmare?” Dabi whispered, slowly brushing a strand of your hair behind your ear.
You nod, whimpering ever so softly. Your heart ached at the vivid images of your nasty argument, physical abuse, and break up.
“Do you want to talk about it?” Dabi whispered, pressing a long kiss to your forehead, holding your jaw gently, stroking your soft skin. “You don’t have to if you don’t want to.”
“I- I...” tears slipped down your cheeks. Dabi’s calloused thumbs caught them, wiping them away. You take a deep breath. “C-can you hold me against your chest? I-I don’t want you to look at me...”
Dabi gently pulled you to his chest the second you asked him to; you didn’t even have to finish your request. He caressed your head, cheeks, shoulders and arms, whispering sweet things to you and kissing your forehead. “Of course, Babygirl. Take your time.”
After a few minutes you take a deep breath before slowing replaying your traumatizing nightmare. Dabi slightly stiffened but didn’t interrupt. As you re-laid how your argument progressed and how he ended up burning you, his grip tightened, cradling you to his chest as his jaw clenched in fury.
Yes, he knows that it was a nightmare. And yes, he knew that he didn’t actually do it- and that he would never hurt you like that.
But he couldn’t help but be angry at himself. Angry that he theoretically hurt you, that you were crying because of it.
He was silent as you finished your account. As you finished, he gave the both of you time to process your words. After a few minutes, he gently titlted your chin up, staring into your gorgeous eyes, the windows to your soul. He caressed your cheeks and jaw, his turquoise eyes filled with un-wilting love and endless affection.
“Y/n, my love-” he whispered, pausing to let the words sink in. “-I will, and would never do that to you. I swear to you on my life, I. Will. Not. Hurt. You.”
His words were filled with unwavering confidence. He pressed gentle kisses to your cheeks, kissing your tears away. “I would rather die than hurt you like that. Ever- for any reason.” He whispered, cupping your cheeks with his calloused yet gentle hands.
Your breath hitched in your throat at the obvious truth in his eyes, telling you that he was dead serious. After a few seconds tears ran down your cheeks yet again. You closed your eyes, leaning in ever so slightly; telling him that you were well enough for him to kiss you.
Dabi slowly leaned in, pressing his lips to yours sweetly. Dabi rarely kissed you so gently, taking his time to tell you how much he absolutely adored you. He kissed you until you gently pulled away, needing air.
Smiling, Dabi leaned his forehead against yours. “I love you, so much; and trust me baby when I say: I am truly sorry.”
You replied a few tender moments later. “For what?” Your voice was low and hoarse.
“For making you cry... for making you feel so- however you’re feeling.”
“Baby... you didn’t do anything...” you frown slightly, though his innocence was endearing.
“But I’m a broken man... I could totally see me being so... destructive... you must have been worrying about that- or I don’t know... you deserve so much better, my sweet girl.”
`“Baby, please don’t say that. You are not broken. You have been hurt, really hurt, but you aren’t broken. The mind is a funny thing, but I can assure you: you are exactly what I need and want. I love you, with all of my heart.”
If Dabi physically could, he would be tearing up. He pulls you into another kiss, slowly stroking your hair. “I love you too... more than life itself.”
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So I finally wrote a dabi x reader fic.
It's pure angst with a hint of fluff (microscopically).
I need this to get off my chest and decided to write this for everyone crying over our strong boy.
I don't know if I should do a warning but it deals with sadness and maybe death, if it's too much. You don't have to read it. It's all good. 👍
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Everyone is separated and dealing with their internal struggles. Spinner is with shigaraki and AFO, back in the hideout. Toga and dabi are out somewhere and you? Just strolling in the night. Even with the shelters and curfews taken place and the citizens have gone to the safe zones. You still try to keep your appearance to a minimum, in case if a civilian left behind sees you. Many things are running to your head as you feel like everything is falling apart, twice is gone, something is happening to shigaraki who is in pain the entire time the league has been hiding. Compress is arrested. Toga is heartbroken and no longer having her smile. And dabi? Impatient. You've seen how eager he is to face his father again to get his revenge. And you? Wondering the streets and thinking how much it hurts, it's happening again. You're slowly losing people you cared for. Again. Before, you vowed to yourself to not let it happen again, and unknowingly it did. It crept up. You're so angry. Angry at hero society, angry at the world.
How? What can you do? Fight harder? Ask for the heroes to help? Yea right. You didn't know what to do at this point.
You turned to an alley but before you did, there was smoke in the distance. It was dabi no doubt. There was homes over in that area. Wasn't it toga's home there too?
"Hey. What are you doing just standing there?"
Dabi. No Touya, is with toga who is walking a bit beside him and she looks more wistful? She didn't look so sad anymore. What happened? Then you looked to dabi who's scars have spread, the more he used his fire, it expands. He just stared into you with his cold, rage filled eyes with a hint of excitement? Probably eager for the incoming war. No doubt. You realized that you didn't answer his question. Giving off the look of a sad wet kitten, when there is no clouds and rain but just the night sky with the stars shining in their full glory.
'Oh. Sorry. I'm just thinking about things. And some fresh air...' There was a crack in your voice. You hated showing your vulnerable side, it was embarrassing. Toga walked away holding a blood vial in her hands. You looked at her as she walked away, she didn't linger far.
'What does she have in her hand? Another blood vial?' You asked to dabi, who just continued to look at you. No lie, sometimes his stare can be quite intimidating at times. His cold eyes that always have that look of seeing straight into your soul. Now you felt vulnerable.
'Something important to her. First, I need to talk to you.' It took you by surprise that he wanted to have a conversation with you privately. Normally, he always kept his distance but he was still cooperative. 'What about? The upcoming war with the heroes?' You read his mind, well that is the only thing to talk about since it's almost time to reappear once again. The end is near after all.
'Are you ready for this? To finally put an end to this fake society?' You thought about this moment many times as you can count. It was the main reason as to why you joined the league. You lost everything to that so called heroes and promised to yourself that it wouldn't happen again, and it did. The feeling of failure and loss is digging into your stomach and bile can just come up at any moment. You hated it.
Truth be told you don't even trust AFO, but what choice do you have really? All of that rage, bloodshed, and loss cannot be all for nothing.
'After coming this far? No. I'm not backing down. I don't know what's going to happen. I'm staying until the end.' There was determination in your voice as you both looked at one another. Dabi sees it in your face, the sadness washed away the moment you were brought back with that question. Before, he wasn't so sure of you when you joined the league. You seemed too kind to be joining a villain group, how kind you were to toga, spinner, and twice. Even to him, when you tried to offer him food and how quickly he rejected it. And your smile, god that smile, For a short while, he thought you could've been a hero. Or maybe an angel. Until he saw your violent rage when twice was murdered. So many heroes dead with every footstep you took during the war. How inhuman your eyes looked with your quirk, like an angel of death. Maybe, god was indeed merciful. Sending someone kind and considerate to take him to hell. He doesn't want you to know of his real plans. His death is coming. No one was going to come in between him and his plans. Not the league, his family, and not even you. There is nothing in this cruel world to live for. All he wants is a proper death and proof that he was alive.
'Good, now let's head back, AFO is calling for us to come back to the hideout.' dabi turned his back and began to walk away, to prep for his plans.
'Touya...'
Hearing his name from their lips stopped him in his tracks. He did not look back to them. It was dangerous. He cannot make himself vulnerable to you. He will not allow it. He just stood there waiting to hear for what you had to say.
'What about you? Are you going to be ok? Back then, in the war when you jumped off I was worried about you and I feel terrible for you-'
'Don't worry about me. Just worry about yourself for a change. No more questions, like you said I don't know what's going to happen... so now just smile and look to the new future...'
You three walked back to the hideout in silence, he sees you and toga talking about twice's blood vial. A few tears shed from your eyes at the revelations of twice 'coming back' and you and toga hugged each other. Thinking now...
No. God wasn't merciful, he was cruel. Throughout his life, he was denied of everything. His hopes and dreams, his family's love, and now you. Even if he were to come out of his revenge and death. What life can he offer to you? His feeling senses are dead and he cannot feel your touch, He can't be able to feel you in his arms or caress your cheek to see those eyes filled with love. It wasn't worth it. He's not worthy for an angel's light. Even when that angel has killed and shown no mercy but still has so much care and love in their heart. All he is a devil, a monster, destined to destroying everything with his flames of hate. That's all he is and nothing more. Maybe their only chance of being together is in hell. Or maybe he'll be ripped from him and they'll be redeemed in the afterlife.
[Fast foward]
He didn't feel a damn thing, all there is fire, some heroes damaged from the flames of the devil. His body slowly turning into ash.
'Stop! No! Touya! Please don't leave me!' His angel wept for him, tears running down their face as they held his hand. Shouto was here too, pleading as well, looking for help.
'I lost my entire family and twice! I'm not losing you too! I don't want you to die!' They began to sob their heart out. Their tears are falling on his face as shouto begged for his big brother to live.
'I'm..... s... sorry.... m-y... an-gel.' He can barely make out his words, the flames is taking his voice. He looks at his baby brother who is disbelief. 'Sho--uto....'
'No brother! I will not let you die! You hear me! Mom, Fuyumi, and Natsuo are waiting for you to come home! We have a new home for you to come back to and be back as a family again! We love you so much! I always wanted to play with you when I watched you from the balcony, I want to eat udon with you, you can still come back to us! I love you big brother!' The words hit him like a ton of bricks his family loves him and wants him back with you begging and crying over him and shouto wanting to bond with his big bro. Tears began to fall from his eyes, his family is waiting and so were you. All of a sudden there was something strange happening, touya began to glow, his burnt charred skin was beginning to slip off. It was strange and it wasn't death. He was being reborn from the ashes of what was once dabi. Touya was reborn.
[Note: Ahh! I didn't really want to post this as I fear it won't be good! I just wanted to write something angst but with a good ending. Even in fics I want touya to be happy.]
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LACRYMOSA
pairing: dabi / todoroki touya x gn!reader
warnings: angst, major character death, implied sexual intercourse
a/n: not proof read. pure angst and sadness. this song always created an atmosphere in my mind like this. i’m happy i got to write about it cuz i’m terrible at writing down my thoughts. i’m proud if y’all feel terrible<3
“grief is the price we pay for love.” said queen elizabeth. perhaps because of it’s uniqueness, you had never truly understood how it felt before. you couldn’t have guessed how much it would hurt, or how the world around you would fade away and leave you alone by yourself in the burden.
the sun is shining too bright. the birds aren’t chirping like they used to. even the stars are refusing to shine. grieving over the things you can’t repair. out on your own, cold and alone again. can this be what you really wanted, baby?
you couldn’t get your last night with him out of your head. shedding silent tears with your head on his chest, sinking into his embrace. you knew this was the unavoidable truth and couldn’t have prevented it. assuring yourself that this time wasn’t that time wasn’t something you could do forever. you couldn’t escape the truths of his wicked life, you couldn’t hold him back.
“will you come back?”
there you were, such a helpless fool. asking questions that you knew the answers of, hoping for a miracle to happen. praying to your gods as you curse at them at the same time. maybe if they weren’t so cruel, maybe if they were kind enough to bless him with a beautifully written fate, you wouldn’t have been begging your boyfriend to stay. to live.
he was silent as the blood made it’s way all the way through his cheek to the soft cotton case of the pillow. the bright moonlight shined into his cerulean eyes as he cracked a wicked smile to himself. this fresh wound that has opened deep inside of his heart had to be aching, but instead it was filled right up to the brim with a burning excitement.
he wasn’t going to lie, nor sugarcoat his words.
you dug yourself into him harder, pressing your face against the fabric of his tshirt, wet with your own tears.
you weren’t stupid. you knew what that meant. he wasn’t coming back. he’s no longer eating dinner you would make for two . he’s no longer watching stupid horror movies with you and then making out on the same couch for half the movie. when you go to bed at night, he won’t be there to hug you and fall asleep. after tonight, he wasn’t going to bed again.
after all those years of living a lowlife and waiting for the right time, he couldn’t go back and lose all the progress. he wasn’t going to die before he could kill his father. and since not dying has became a goal for the night of his day, he couldn’t turn down his this one only chance. “i can’t change who i am now, not this time. i won’t lie to keep you waiting for me. and in this short life,” he paused, exhaling a deep breath. “there’s no time to waste on giving up.”
“and you can blame it on me. set your guilt free, honey.” you squeeze your jaw to not let out a sob, gulping with the taste of his ashes.
“i don’t want to hold you back now, love. goodbye.”
that night you didn’t sleep. you wrapped your arms around him and tasted him on your tongue. his scent, his curves, his burns, his fresh pale skin. you memorized every little detail to keep him forever alive in your mind. you didn’t resist when he shifted from under you at pre sunrise. you didn’t move, you didn’t open your eyes. you knew you wouldn’t let him go if you saw how he pulled his clothes on and grabbed his coat from your hanger.
you shivered when you felt his mismatched lips press on your forehead, burning your skin.
“live a beautiful life, baby.” you heard him whisper into your neck. you kept your eyes closed, forcing your tears to hold in. you heard the front door open. you prayed to your gods to send down a miracle to make him change his mind and go prepare some breakfast instead. they didn’t.
you heard the door slam back when tears made their way rolling down on down your cheeks.
your love wasn’t enough.
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Hey I wondering if I could ask for a Rie x daughter reader where reader visits her at the hospital and gives her a pice of her mind for treating her like a monster for all these years ( reader lookes like Enji and has his quirk) Can it just be pure angst plz thx
Requested: Rei Todoroki (Platonic)
Warnings: it’s the todoroki family so i think all the abuse and neglect is implied, mommy issues :)
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The car bumps with another pothole and (Y/n) grips her bag tighter in her lap, continuing her blank stare out the window. Natsuo takes yet another brief, uneasy glance at his little sister. He’d been hesitant in taking her to visit their mother and it was for good reason. Rei wasn’t incredibly affectionate after Shoto was born, spending most of her time coddling him to her chest and hiding from Enji. Her love was spread thin, but it was especially the thinnest when it came to the youngest girl of the household.
The fact that (Y/n)’s father was Endeavor was indisputable, her resemblance dipping much further into her father’s side than her mother’s. Rei didn’t let that go unnoticed.
Rei was distant.
Rei was cold.
Rei was unloving.
(Y/n) was left to look after herself while her siblings were cradled and held from their father. She was left alone and waiting, wondering why Mother didn’t kiss her forehead before bed or hold her hand in the dark. Why Mother didn’t love her.
“Are you sure?” Natsuo whispers upon standing outside their mother’s door.
All he receives is a simple nod, (Y/n) nervously gripping her big brother’s hand as she reaches out to slide the door open. She isn’t a child anymore, but she feels so small opening that hospital door. She feels so tiny and helpless clinging to her older brother while going to see her mom. And she knows she’s grown now but Rei’s eyes feel just as heavy as they did when she was a kid.
Eyes that widen upon seeing her daughter. Eyes that flicker to Natsuo.
“If you need me, I’ll be outside.”
“I know…”
Natsuo, against his best instincts, leaves his sister to Rei and stands just outside the door like he promised he would.
There’s silence as the women stare at each other. Rei is now stood upright by her bed, unsure of how to proceed in this situation.
Deep in her darkest heart, (Y/n) wanted to sit her mother back down and tell her about every single moment of self-loathing and doubt she’d gone through - just to tell her it was her fault. Tell Rei she can’t trust her. Tell Rei she can’t love her. Tell Rei that everything is all her fault. She wanted to watch the little light left in her mother’s eyes drain as she told her how deeply she was hated.
“I didn’t know you were coming,” Rei murmurs, moving her eyes to the floor, “I would’ve cleaned up more.”
(Y/n) remains silent, lips kept in a tight line and watching as her mother fidgets in place. A woman once so tall and stoic was now at eye level and nervously avoiding the gaze of the daughter she wronged. Her heart burns and her guts knot and hang heavy with her anxieties as the fear of hearing those dreaded words rises. Hearing the only thing she knew was true and yet despised the most was quickly becoming less of a fear and closer to reality. The confirmation that Mom has never loved her.
“Wh- " her throat dries and swells, physically attempting to keep the word inside - but she barrels through, “Why?”
“‘Why?’”
It was hard to put into words exactly what Rei did. It wasn’t ruthless insulting. It wasn’t beating. It wasn’t letting her starve.
“Why did you treat me… different from the others?”
“Oh… that…”
“Yeah, that…”
It was hard to put into words exactly why you chose to withhold love from your own daughter. To tell her that every time you looked at her you only saw your cruel, horrible monster of a husband.
“You- you would hug and hold Fuyumi and Shoto and Natsuo any chance you got and you hid them from Dad - even Touya! Fucking Touya got the love and attention I always wanted and he tried to kill Shoto and you loved him! But me! You wouldn’t even fucking look at me unless it was to give me that- that- that shitty glare!” (Y/n) can feel the wetness on her cheeks before wiping at her tears, she knows she’s crying because she always does when she thinks about her history with Rei, “You never gave me hugs or protected me from Dad. You… you wouldn’t touch me…”
Rei continues to avoid eye contact with her daughter - just like she used to - and still fidgets with her clothes. Quiet. Speechless.
“Why?” (Y/n) hiccups as her crying persists, hands coming over her eyes to hide her tears, “Please, Mom… please…” her lips quiver as she speaks and her knees feel like jelly the longer she stands on them, “Mom…”
“I- " the older woman shakes her head slowly, now looking at her daughter who’s still hiding her eyes, “I’m sorry.”
Sitting herself on Rei’s bed, (Y/n) leans herself on her knees, “But why? Why would you do this to me…?”
She feels slow, hesitant movements of arms around her and her hands instantly pop off of her face. Rei holds her now, pulling the young woman into her chest and brushing her fingers through her hair, “I only saw your father when I should’ve been seeing you. I’m so sorry, (Y/n). You never deserved that. You’ve never deserved any of the ways I treated you and I can never fix my past mistakes but I want you to know that I’m sorry. I’ve thought about you since I came to this hospital and how awful of a mother I’ve been. I never deserved you and I still was so horrible.”
(Y/n) clenches her eyes shut and lets Rei hold her, keeping her own arms tight to herself.
“You never have to forgive me, (Y/n), but I’ll always be sorry for what I’ve done. And I have no room to request anything from you, but I’d want nothing more than to make up for everything I did wrong.”
Lifting her head only so much as to look her mother in the eyes, (Y/n) searches for any minor hint of dishonesty or malice. She searches and digs for a trace of lies and when she comes up empty for the umpteenth time, she lays her head back down and allows Rei to hold her. Like a caring mother should.
#rei x reader#rei x daughter reader#rei todoroki x reader#rei todoroki x daughter reader#bnha x reader#when ur own mommy issues sneak in lawl
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A compilation of all my fics!
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sharing beds like little kids
(SPOILERS, 18+)
Pairings: Hawks | Takami Keigo x Reader, a little bit of Dabi x Reader
Summary: And you, poor thing, singing a song no one understands, future-touched, future-burned. Fate’s poor child. The pain of your cup is already poured. You know it all at once.
As a child, the Hero Commission plucks you from your home because of the potential in your Quirk, where you meet Keigo and Touya.
(Childhood friends to lovers. A lot of angst. Some hurt/comfort. Spoilers.)
Warnings: Angst, smut, unhealthy relationships, dependent relationships, some violence, virgin reader, loss of virginity, electroshock therapy, the reader gets her mind scrambled
If you are under the age of 18, you should not be reading this!
A/N: hello! this is my first fic for the bnha fandom!! it is very very angsty! i promise i have other happier/more fun/sexier ideas that i’m working on/will work on but this is the one that wouldn’t leave my head! it’s also somewhat experimental for me! so i would really love any feedback!! i’ve been writing fanfic for awhile, just in other fandoms, so i’m new to this one and would love to make some friends, too!! pls don’t be shy!
***
You’re six when you’re swept up from the dilapidated house that you’d been born into. You screamed and cried for your mom as unfamiliar hands brought you somewhere new and sleek and modern. No holes in the wall. No clawing in the floorboards, no scuttering in the wainscotting. No rust or creaks. It’s all so pristine.
You cry and cry and cry for days. They leave you alone in a barren room. There’s just a bed, a small dresser. A bathroom. It’s almost like a dorm room. They slide food to you. You don’t eat, even if you’re a starving little thing, all bones, no muscle.
You don’t know where you are, but there are other children, too.
You can hear them outside your door.
Someone gives you new clothes that all look the same.
“For training,” they tell you, handing you tiny shirts and tiny pants that are grey, lined with white. They don’t help you dress. You wriggle on the shirt, squirm into the pants. Both are a little too big for your small, thin form.
You’re still crying when they bustle you out to a courtyard-like area. The other children are all lined in a row. All of them older than you.
“Fall into line,” they tell you and you sniffle, wobbling on unsteady legs to stand in line.
You’re scolded for not standing up straight.
When they have you all race, you’re the slowest. You heave little sobs as you try and complete the distance they want you to run.
When there is combat training, you don’t know what to do. You refuse to participate, your wails only growing louder and louder. An adult pokes at you with a long, metal stick and the end of it is hot and sharp, buzzing through you in a flash of pain.
Electricity.
You cry harder, grabbing at your arm that is already warm with a burn.
When you don’t comply again, you’re prodded once more.
The third time, you pass out.
When you wake again, you’re in a bed and all is white and clean and bright. The world is fuzzy around the edges.
“She’s awake!” a small voice chirps and you have to blink several times for the figure to come into focus.
It’s a boy, maybe three or so years older than you. There are crimson wings fluttering excitedly behind him, feathers flying free. Your brows furrow as you take him in, the gold of his eyes, the sunny blond of his messy hair.
He’s wearing a crooked smile. The same clothes you’d been given.
“Hi, newbie!” he says and he jumps up onto the side of your bed. You wince away from him, but he doesn’t seem bothered by this.
“Hurry up, Keigo.” Another voice by the door calls and your eyes drift to the boy there. He’s maybe the winged boys age– Keigo, is that what he’d called him? He’s a little taller. His hair is dark, but bleeding into a pure white. There are bandages wrapped up around his wrists, his arms. He looks more sullen, more subdued.
“We’re not supposed to be here right now,” The boy– Keigo– explains to you, “Touya’s keeping watch.”
You don’t know what to say to that. But that’s okay, because Keigo goes on, “I’m Takami Keigo and that’s Todoroki Touya. I know how hard it is to start here, so I just wanted to give you this to help you feel better–”
Now you notice that there’s a toy in his hand. It’s of the hero Endeavor, the flame one. You don’t know a lot about heroes. Not the way other kids do. But suddenly you’re very interested.
He holds it out to you. You look at it, then look at him, then back down at the toy.
Usually, things come with a price. You’re young, but you know this. Your mother taught you this. Everything comes with a price, such is the way of people.
“W-what do you want for it?” your voice is scratchy from sleep and impossibly small.
Keigo tilts his head, studying you a moment, before understanding seems to fall over his features. His smile slips a little.
“Nothing,” he assures you, “I just wanted to make you feel better.”
“A-are you sure?” you whisper, tears gathering in your eyes once more.
“Positive. Besides, I’m getting too old for toys and now it’s a little weird since Touya–”
“Don’t,” Touya, who's still by the door, snaps. The sharpness of it startles you, makes you push deeper into the hospital bed, as if you could hide from him.
Keigo seems unaffected by Touya though, even huffing out a slight laugh. He holds the toy out to you, “Here, take it.”
Tentatively, with shaking, small fingers, you reach out and grab the plushie. It’s a little worn, old with love. Clearly, this toy has been through a lot.
The moment you have it in your arms, you pull it tight to you, tuck it under your chin. You squeeze it tight and realize how badly you’ve wanted the comfort of another. You hug it with all the strength that your arms can muster, feel your eyes well up with more tears, widening out. You want your mom, you want to go home–
“Hey,” Keigo murmurs, “Hey, don’t cry. What’s wrong?”
There’s a scoff from Touya, “Crybaby,”
Keigo shoots him a glare.
You sniffle, shove your face into the toy to try and hide from them. You don’t know why you’re crying except maybe you haven’t been treated so kindly for so long. And it just hurts for some reason. To be so small, so alone.
To just be a girl, plucked from all she’s known, and given a toy by a boy who has a smile like the sun that parts from the clouds.
“What’s your name?” he murmurs when you don’t respond, when your tears fall down your puffy cheeks.
You give him your name in a wobbly little voice.
He coos your name.
“It’s okay,” he says, “I know it’s scary at first. But you’ll be okay.”
“Kei– we gotta go.” Touya says by the door, ducking inside the room more, hiding from whoever it is that’s entered the hallway.
Keigo frowns, jumping down from the bed with a flash of his wings. “It’s alright, okay? If you’re ever scared, you can find me or Touya.”
“Keigo–” Touya grouses.
“We have to go now,” Keigo says, “We’ll see you around.”
And just like that, they’re gone in a blur of color. As if they were never here at all. Maybe they weren’t– maybe they were a part of those strange, unsettling visions you get. The ones that make you scream and scream and scream.
The ones that always come true.
An adult in a white coat comes in to assess you. The first of many that will try to take you apart methodically, pick into you, mine you as if precious ore rested in the cradle of your ribs. They will root around inside you, hoping to find the secrets of their universe. They will come away empty-handed and hungry.
But that’s the beginning, the trembling, first notes to a symphony that is far larger than you ever thought could be.
You were just children then, that’s all, small and uncertain, with little hands and wide eyes.
You still have that Endeavour toy. You wish you didn’t.
(Sometimes you still cry into it, hold it tightly like it’ll put you back together, like you’re only six and all you know is the warmth of a boy with wings, and the dark figure in the doorway).
***
You cling to Keigo and Touya after that, little fists latched onto the sleeves of their clothes, the backs of their jackets. Sometimes you pull on Keigo’s wings and he yelps, before grabbing your wrist and wrenching it away. Then he repositions you so that you can hold onto his hand, his fingers, anything else.
Touya tries to shake you off of him all the time, but your little grip is surprisingly strong. Once, he pushes you and you start to cry. Big, hiccuping breaths and little sobs.
“What’d you do?” Keigo snaps at him, rushing over at the sound of your cries.
“Tch, nothing. She’s being a crybaby, as usual.” Touya responds, looking away from you. You didn’t notice it then, but guilt works over his features. He doesn’t like to see you cry. Still, he rants, “You’re like my little brother, you never stop wailing.”
You don’t know a lot about Touya. Only that he wants to prove his father wrong. And he hates his younger brother.
You sniffle as Keigo helps you up, brushes you off. You immediately latch on to the front of his shirt and bury your face into his chest. “It’s okay,” he tells you, “Touya didn’t mean it.”
“Yes, I did.”
“Stop it,” Keigo snaps and you feel the bristling of his wings around you.
You think Touya mostly hates you. He acts like it all of the time. He’s always snapping at you, trying to pry you from him, pushing you into Keigo.
But then some of the other kids start picking on you during training.
“What even is your Quirk?” they taunt, pulling at your hair, pinching at your arms. “Why would they bring you here? This is supposed to be for the strongest.”
One shoves you hard and the wind is knocked out of you as you land on your chest, arms lancing in pain when they try to catch your fall. Your head snaps forward, mouth bursting with pain as it hits the cement ground.
Tears bubble up. Your mouth fills with blood.
Then there is heat, the lick of flames. You don’t get up, rather cower, cover your head.
“If I see you touch her again, then you’ll really pay!”
It’s Touya’s voice, the fan of his flames disappears. And then there are hands, still hot, so much so that you hiss a little and he quickly jerks them away. You pick your head up to find the concern of his teal eyes, bright and vivid.
You reach out to him and though he’s wary and his hands are still warm, you still grab for him without fear. Want him. Need him. He hoists you up, your arms going around his neck, face smushed into his shirt.
“I gotcha, crybaby.” he mutters, settling you onto fawn-like feet, unsteady and small.
He pulls away and grimaces at your bloody mouth. You brush your hand against your mouth and when it comes away with blood, you splutter out a sob.
Touya huffs a little, grabs the bottom of his shirt and brings it up to wipe at your mouth. He’s surprisingly gentle with you.
“You’re okay, just a bloody lip.” he tells you and he holds your face the way he sees his mother hold his siblings. The way she used to hold him.
Keigo lands a moment later, a little rocky as his wings snap shut, stumbling fractionally.
“What happened?” he asks, pushing at Touya’s shoulder to reach you.
“K-Keigo,” you sob and he’s already got his arms around you. Your blood is smeared all over Touya. He looks a little ghastly, messy hair. Simmering burns at his fingertips. Red dashed against the wash of grey.
“The others were picking on her,” Touya says, “That’s all.”
“Poor kid,” Keigo says, messily stroking at your head the way kids do when they try to mimic adults.
“She needs to get stronger,” Touya says, “She should stand up for herself.”
“She’s six,” Keigo responds, “Leave her alone.”
“You were seven, when they brought you.” Touya retaliates.
“And I wish I’d had someone, too.” Keigo responds and his voice is softer this time, just a breath against your temple.
His wings, growing and getting stronger, close around you.
For a moment all the world is just garnet feathers, the brush of them against your damp cheeks. And the warmth of Keigo.
Touya’s rasping, small voice.
The throb of your lip.
Some days, you cling to this memory. You think maybe you’d go back to it and stay, if you could. Make a home of it. You don’t know why, only that you were six and they were nine and the world was very simple.
And Touya was still yours.
***
Your dreams are vicious, horrible things. They claw and burn at your mind. Sometimes, it is simple things; the shattering of a mug at breakfast, Keigo outlined in a window, a storm on the horizon, little things that make up a day.
They always end up happening, though. The future presses into your dreams.
And then sometimes you get major visions, fluttering behind your closed eyelids. A man with vivid, red eyes. Hands, hands, hands everywhere. Reaching for you. He kills with a touch. The jagged dash of his smile haunts you.
Destruction. Fallen cities. The stench of blood.
Curls. Freckles like constellations. Broken arms. Blue fire. The cosmic heat of an explosion. Ice so cold your teeth chatter. It all bends and blurs and shutters behind your eyelids.
You wake up screaming, crying. Sometimes so hard that you end up dry heaving, holding onto your stomach, feeling as if all of your insides are just going to slip out. Like you’ve been gutted.
This is your Quirk– the one they want so badly.
Keigo and Touya duck into your room when they hear you scream in the middle of the night.
They wedge themselves into bed with you because you can’t calm down. They lay on either side of you. You can feel the line of Touya’s spine. The press of Keigo’s ribs beneath your little hands.
You don’t ever tell them what you see, but now you wish you had. You wonder if it would’ve changed anything. You wonder about Fate and why she’s so bitter, forever digging her claws into you, wrestling you silent.
You fall asleep beside them so many nights that you lose count. And it’s just the three of you against the world, pressed tight in the darkness. Three little kids with not enough love, clinging to each other.
You used to think nothing could hurt you when you laid between them. But the future has teeth, the glint of something sharp against the fleshy, vulnerable parts of you.
And you’re just the sacrifice, the messenger that gets shot.
***
Adults in white coats like to assess you. You grow stronger under their watchful eyes, but they get frustrated with you. Your Quirk is still random, mostly in dreams that you try desperately not to remember.
“She could be like Sir Nighteye,” one says as you sit on an exam table, swinging your legs distractedly. There are bandages on them from training.
“She could be more powerful than Nighteye,” another says, “She can see everything, without needing to touch someone. She could see hundreds of years into the future.”
“We don’t know that,” the first replies, “We don’t know exactly how her Quirk works.”
But they keep poking and prodding and pushing at you. They urge you to write in a journal, to take note of all your dreams. And then the visions come for you while awake, and they want you to tell them everything. None of it makes sense to them. You ramble in nothingness, godstruck, nonsensical musings.
His eyes are the color of blood, you tell them.
The little girl’s are, too.
There’s a war, I think, everything is torn apart.
They try to urge you on, they try and make sense of you, but they can’t. There’s too many unknowable factors– are you talking about days from now? Years from now? Decades? They start to wonder if your Quirk even works at all.
And then you tell one of them to watch their coffee. Five minutes later it’s accidentally knocked onto the keyboard of his computer, spilling and seeping into the keys.
They keep you in their clutches, begging you to spill your secrets, to tell them all about the future. But they don’t understand the language you speak in, the one of destiny and stars and heroes.
So you babble and babble and babble, struck with prophecy, filled with Fate’s brimstone and ire.
***
You’re ten when your Quirk really starts to grab hold of you. You swim between present and future, unsure of what you’re looking at. Your mind is cleaved in two, split apart. You can’t control any of it.
Touya’s form shudders in and out of your vision.
One minute it is him and the next it is a terrifying monster of a man. His hooked smile makes you cry, staples puckered into parts of his skin. So much of him is scars, rugged and terrible looking. Raw. His hair is black, not the soft white you know.
You blink and he is your Touya again. Blink again and he is an adult in black, cold glint to his teal eyes.
He’s nearly unrecognizable. A ghost of who he once was.
Sometimes you catch flashes of Keigo, taller, broad shouldered, grown into himself. His wings are massive and beautiful. You shake your head and he becomes the boy you know again.
Your brain trembles in and out of the future.
You hate looking in mirrors, fearful of what you’ll find.
At night, your dreams grow stranger.
And then you have the worst dream of all– Touya’s haunted, adult form sets fire to Keigo. The blue of his flame devours the crimson of Keigo’s wings. You can smell burning flesh, feel the heat almost as if it’s going to swallow you whole, too. Touya’s smile is maniacal, nothing of the boy you know now. Keigo is wide eyed, bird pinned and trapped, struggling, but losing– losing so badly.
All you can do is watch.
You wake up screaming.
But this time, when you see Touya stumble in besides Keigo, rubbing at his eyes, trying to wipe away the sleep, something inside of you just snaps.
You launch yourself at Touya, which sends you both toppling backwards onto the floor.
“Traitor!” you screech, tears already cutting down your cheeks. You claw at him, nails digging into his throat, his face, his shoulders. “Traitor! How c-could you–” you wail, your voice shattering just as you feel Keigo’s hands on you, wrenching you off.
“What the–” Touya growls, swiping at his face, which comes away with blood. “What’s your problem?!” he snaps, lurching towards you but Keigo drags you away, out of his grasp.
You thrash in Keigo’s arms, feeling the way you choke on tears and snot, a horrible storm in your chest, “You’re a killer!” you sob, “You’re going to– you’re going to kill him!”
“I-I haven’t done anything!” Touya protests, “What are you talking about?”
“Not yet,” you hiss through all your tears, full of too much venom for a ten year old. You feel ancient, you realize, in the same way that you also feel too young. No one believes you the way no one believes children. But you know, you know, oh God do you know.
You choke out another cry, going limp in Keigo’s arms. He’s holding you up by your biceps.
“How could you?” you keep asking him, stomach rolling dangerously, sickly, “We loved you, we loved you– how could you?!”
Loved, like it’s all already happened.
You feel like it has, maybe. Like you’re living two lives. Present and future. Cut in two.
You cry yourself into dry heaving, your stomach squeezing up, throat raw and aching. Your head pounds, thunders around.
Eventually, you calm.
Keigo holds you, sits with you on the cold floor, rocking you like you’re a baby. Hushing your cries. Touya sits a distance away in the darkness, watching you both.
You wish you’d never done this.
You wonder if it was the point of no return– the damning moment. Did you condemn him by saying it? Speak it into existence? Are you the prophet?
Maybe you could’ve changed him, maybe it could’ve all been different. It hadn’t even happened yet and you treated him like it had– because it had for you, hadn’t it?
Eventually, Touya had crawled closer to the two of you.
You crack a swollen eye open, more tears slipping out when you meet the turquoise of Touya’s in the darkness. Your chest aches so horribly you think that it’ll cleave in on itself, that you’ll just collapse into nothing.
“I know I’m–” Touya starts, tentative, “I know I’m not always nice or good but I– I’d never hurt you. Or Keigo. Not purposefully, not badly.”
Your tears fall harder, “Promise?” you whisper, like that’s what will stop everything, like it’s your last lifeline.
“Promise.” Touya whispers back so fiercely that in that moment, you believe him.
And at the time, all that held back Fate was a child’s wishful little promise born in the darkness.
You wonder what would’ve happened if he’d kept it.
***
The boys grow into themselves, stronger and bolder. Keigo’s nudging into fifteen and his wings are far bigger than they were when he was a boy. He’s starting to hit his stride, strut around, flaunt the maroon of his wings. His smile sends all the girls giggling.
He’s the Commission's golden boy. Their perfect hero.
Touya struggles more, he’s always being bandaged up. His body can’t handle his Quirk, that’s what the white coats tell him. You’re always begging him to take it easy now, pleading, knowing what will become of him.
You’re twelve and feeling strange, teetering into girlhood. You’re at an odd age. Touya and Keigo will no longer sleep in your bed at night, but they don’t really treat you like the older girls, either. You stand unsteady in their world.
You’re all still inseparable, but something is shifting, stretching out between you.
Your visions are getting clearer, stronger. The white coats keep pushing you, trying a thousand different things to jog your Quirk. They’re desperate for the specifics, more than just images, more than just flashes. They’re trying to figure out how it works, if there’s a way for you to control it, manipulate it. They scan your brain, your body, and draw blood.
They’re getting desperate.
You endure it all with grit teeth. Keigo holds your hand during some procedures. Touya rewraps your bandages.
You rewrap his, too.
He used to protest about it, but now he willingly lets you untangle the white gauze to reveal the molten, burnt skin beneath.
Your relationship with him is strange, oscillating. Sometimes you hate him and all that he will do and become. You both spew bitter, angry words at each other on these days. You fight and bicker and give Keigo a headache.
Sometimes you try to love him so much he’ll never become what he has to. You try to press love into his skin, let it seep from you to him. You think maybe that’s what he needs. Just your love and care. Maybe that’s all it will take to stop what will happen to him.
Besides, you think the only reason monsters are monsters is because no one could love them. So you love him, you love him so hard that it breaks your heart.
More than that, a lot of the time, it's just you and him now. Keigo’s real popular these days– best in the group. Fastest. Cleverest. He’s going places. You and Touya watch as the other recruits gather around him, hang off his every word, his every smile.
You think of dogs, eager for scraps, their tongues lolling as they follow Keigo around.
“I caught Kei kissing Izumi yesterday,” you tell Touya, sitting on the floor of his bedroom. He shares it with Keigo, but he’s not around. The evening sun slants through the one, lonely window in their room. Your legs rest in the patch of orange light, dreamsicle and rosy. You and Touya share a clementine you’d stolen from the mess hall. You peel it with careful fingers.
“Keigo’s always kissing someone nowadays,” Touya gruffs and if you didn’t know better, you’d think he sounded jealous. But of him or the girls, you don’t know. You don’t linger on this.
“I know,” you sigh, pulling the clementine apart. You offer a piece to Touya with sticky fingers.
He takes it from you. Brings it to his mouth. You take a piece for yourself, too.
Your knees are touching his. Your elbows knocking into his, too.
You tear at the clementine, another piece for Touya. He takes it willingly.
“Have you ever kissed anyone?” you ask before you can stop yourself. And you don’t know why you do, only that once it’s been said, it can’t be taken back.
He almost chokes on his piece of fruit. Coughs a little.
His teal eyes in the sun are like jewels, all lit up with a secret flame.
“What? Yes,” he snaps, “Why are you asking this?”
You shrug, feeling heat blossom on the apple of your cheeks, swallow you whole. Mortification creeps onto you. Your fingers have stilled on the clementine.
“I-I don’t know. I was just wondering.” you manage to eek out.
Touya eyes you, a little wary, “Have you kissed anyone?” he asks and it’s accusatory, it makes you feel like you’re in trouble. You squirm.
“No!” you burst, and then you deflate, “Should I have?”
Touya scoffs a little, “No. And if someone tries to kiss you, you’re supposed to punch them.”
“What? That’s not what you and Keigo do.”
“It’s different, Kei and I are older.”
“When do I get to kiss people?” you ask and watch as he huffs out an irritated breath.
“Never. Now shut up and eat your clementine.” Touya tells you, scowling, a curl to his lip.
“But you just said–!”
“We’re done talking about this, brat.” he snaps, just as he reaches over to snatch the clementine from your stilled hands. His nimble fingers work quickly to tear another piece off. He hands it to you now, which you accept. He takes another piece for himself.
Citrus tang bursts on your tongue and you chew slowly, a little flustered, a little tender. You’re feeling strangely little, sitting next to Touya’s lean form. He’s almost half-man, still half-boy.
And you two stay like that until the sun’s light slips away, until darkness fills the room. You nod off eventually, head tilting onto Touya’s shoulder. When you wake again, you’re in your own room, tucked into your own bed.
Touya is pronounced dead a week later. He pushes himself too hard, burns right up like kinder to a flame.
Later, when you’re sixteen and have your own first kiss, it’s fumbling and strange. The boy paws at you artlessly. His lips are mashed to yours, tongue down your throat. It’s too wet, too jarring.
You think Touya was right, you should’ve just punched him. It would've been better than this.
Afterwards, you laugh so hard that you start crying. And then you’re sobbing and you’re sitting on the floor of his old bedroom, but there’s no patch of sunlight.
There’s no clementine. And there’s no one to share it with.
***
You don’t cry when Touya dies.
For the first time in your life, there is no overwhelming sadness, no waterworks. Nothing.
You can almost hear his voice in your head, no tears for me, crybaby?
He’s not dead. You know this. So there’s no reason to cry, not over this. Why mourn the living? You don’t understand.
Keigo, on the other hand, loses it. He destroys his shared room with Touya. You watch as his face twists up in pain and agony, as he throws the lamp against the wall. It bursts, shattering into a thousand pieces. He throws the alarm clock, too. Soon comes the cracking of a mirror.
He keeps screaming, howling, crying. He claws at himself. You reach for him, try to touch his shoulder, try to get him to stop, Kei, please, you’re hurting yourself–
His wings are all jagged and sharp, though, bristled into something dangerous. When he turns, one cuts you, catches the palm of your hand. The burn of it makes you yelp, stumble away. Ruby blood wells to the surface of your little palm. Slips down your hand in hot, quick rivulets, slithering down your wrist, your forearm.
The moment Keigo turns and sees the blood, his face crumples. He falls to his knees, clinging to you, clawing at you.
“I’m sorry, fuck, I’m so sorry–” he’s choking out, gently cradling your hand to his chest. Blood blossoms onto the grey of his shirt. It soaks him. He doesn’t care. He kisses your bloody hand, babbles and sobs about how he’s sorry and he loves you and he can’t lose you and it’s just you two now. It’s just you two and he won’t ever let anything happen to you. He’ll give you everything– anything.
His face is blood stained.
Your vision gutters and suddenly he’s older and blood soaked before you. Murderer. Killer.
You exhale harshly and you’re back with fifteen-year-old Keigo, a boy who's lost too much already, who's so scared to lose more.
You drop to your knees and let him cling to you, curl his wings around you both. He sobs into your shirt. Your hand is throbbing, still seeping into Keigo’s shirt. It’s okay, you think, that’s fine. He’ll know blood one day.
Eventually, he settles, just rocking you. Maybe rocking himself.
“He’s not dead,” you whisper to him.
Keigo is quiet for a long moment.
“He’s dead,” Keigo shushes back, “He died. Don’t do this–”
“He’s not dead, Kei.” you say again, “I know he’s not.”
Keigo’s chest shudders beneath your temple. “I know it’s hard,” Keigo breathes, “But he’s gone. He’s gone and it’s just us now.”
You shake your head fractionally and he squeezes you tightly, as if to stop you. You don’t say it again.
He doesn’t believe you in the same way that no one believes you until it happens to them.
For a moment, you want to scream or cry. Not because Touya is dead, because he’s not, but because no one believes you. Poor thing, singing a song no one understands, future-touched, future-burned. Fate’s poor child. The pain of your cup is already poured. You know it all at once.
When you recall this moment, you think this is the beginning of your unraveling.
***
The white-coats become obsessed with you and your Quirk. At first, it looks like you might be able to control it. You shut your eyes and all the world drops dead.
It’s like dipping into a pool, sliding into cold water until you’re in the future. You can look at calendars. Like a dream, you are controlling yourself in the future. Then you tell them what you’ve seen.
Progress, progress, progress.
Until they push you too hard.
And you start to realize that you’re not going to the future, the future is already within you. Time becomes strange. It isn’t linear, you keep telling them. I’m not going forward. It’s not a line, it’s not so simple.
And then there is less control, until you’re living in the future and the present and the past.
Keigo is a child and a teenager and an adult, flickering between the forms when he talks to you. Everything is happening at once. You can’t stop it or slow it. It splits your head in two, cleaved. Half and half. So cold your teeth chatter, so hot you feel like you have a fever.
A never ending cycle. Birth. Life. Death– decay. Rebirth– rebirth, with her red, red eyes. Again and again. Decay has long fingers, they could almost be pretty.
You have seen him since you were a child, the silver-blue of his hair now familiar.
The white-coats try everything with you. Nothing works.
You’re fifteen when they have Sir Nighteye look at you.
He speaks with you evenly. But all you can see is him impaled, bloody and split open. He’s like a ghost. Already dead in your eyes. When he talks, blood falls out of his mouth, spills down his chin.
You can’t really focus. You give half-answers to his questions about your Quirk.
You try to explain that the future is not what he thinks it is. He’s not peering into it, especially not without it peering back. You try to explain that it’s all already happened in your eyes. The future is in the past for you– or maybe it’s neither. Something else entirely. You haven’t seen it all, but you’ve felt it. Images that flash hotly in your mind, images that have symbolism, reveal to you their meaning. It’s all nonsensical. Time does not exist for you the way it exists for him. You are untethered, unbound by it.
I am talking to a corpse right now, you want to tell him. You don’t.
Finally, at the end, you simply say, “You’re going to be wrong one day.”
“What?” he asks.
“You’re going to be wrong about the future one day.”
All he ends up telling the white-coats is simply, “Unfortunately, the future can drive us mad.”
He sighs when he says it, like he understands. Perhaps he does.
But you know you don’t, so you just turn away and wrinkle your nose.
The smell of blood is making you sick.
***
Keigo debuts as Hawks. Gone is his name. You aren’t allowed to speak it again, except you do, when it’s just the two of you. You think he likes to hear you say it. It reminds him of who he was, what he is to you.
He gets to leave the Compound when he becomes a hero. They set him up with an apartment. He does everything they ask of him, he saves lives, he soars through the sky like a falling star.
Falling. Fallen. Fall.
You look at him somedays and his wings are gone. He visits you at the Compound still, promises that the moment you turn eighteen, he’s taking you away from all of this. All of them. Done with white-coats and trainers and everyone. He’ll keep you safe, tucked away from the rest of the world.
The white-coats have gotten meaner, more desperate. You hate the way they grab at you. The jolts of pain. Needle-pricks. Prying. Open. Opened.
Keigo doesn’t like it either. But all he can do is wait until you’re eighteen, all he can do is work hard and fast– so they can’t say anything to him. He’ll be so popular that he’ll be untouchable and then they’ll have to give you to him.
He’s the youngest to break the top-ten charts. He keeps going and going and going.
His wings curl with blue flame on the edges in your eyes.
He’s hurtling straight towards his fate with all his speed and grace and determination. Quick-fire boy, with eyes the color of the sun.
But you turn eighteen, you think. That’s what they tell you. You feel eight. You feel eighty. It doesn’t really matter to you.
But Keigo bundles you in his coat, drapes the heavy thing around your shoulders, pulls at the collar to hold you close. He smiles, kisses your cheeks all sweet and soft. He promises you never have to use your Quirk again, if you don’t want to. He knows how it hurts you, how it’s hard for you, what it does to your mind.
“I think you’re really going to love the apartment,” he tells you, “I got it with you in mind.”
You smile, too, and it’s real and warm on your face.
He leads you out by the hand after twelve years of being stuck in there. Being poked and prodded and disassembled. It’s a winter day, cold. The wind bites at your cheeks. You take a breath, though, and for the first time it doesn’t feel like you’re being constricted.
You tuck yourself into Keigo’s side. He has a backpack of all your meager belongings slung around his shoulder.
The Endeavor toy he gave you when you were six is tucked into it.
When he throws open the apartment door, you aren’t expecting how spacious it is. Tall ceilings. Huge windows that let in light you’d never had at the Compound. It overlooks the city, the large expanse of sky. It’s cozy looking, crowded with furniture– so many plush chairs and a long couch that wraps around the living room. Blankets thrown over the tops. It’s everything the Compound never was.
It’s home. It’s warm and filled with things neither of you could ever have or own before. You rush into the apartment, looking around excitedly, your eyes wide with wonder.
Keigo follows you in, watching you, “Do you like it?” he asks, breathless, desperate for your happiness.
“I love it,” you tell him, rushing to the kitchen, throwing on lights, feeling the plush blankets thrown over couches.
“Let me show you your room,” he says and he pulls you down a hallway. He tosses his head towards one door and tells you that it’s his room. He’s right across the hall now. Whenever you need him.
And then he nudges the door to your room open and it’s–
The walls are sky blue. Not white. Not sterile. There are plants. Real, live plants that he tells you you have to water. Windows wrap around one wall, huge, letting in the sun, the clouds, the cosmos. Your bed is huge, not the little twin that creaks and groans at the Compound. It’s soft, downy. There are so many pillows that you think you will suffocate. There’s an easel in the corner of the room, by the windows. There’s a desk, with a laptop.
“Maybe you can paint,” Keigo says, “Or write? Or I don’t know, whatever you want. You want a piano? A sewing machine? Want dance lessons? Anything–” he says, pinching your cheeks until you giggle, the noise like twinkling bells. It fills the room, the whole apartment with joy. Keigo goes soft at the sound of you. “I’ll get you anything you want.” he promises softly.
You don’t know why, but there are tears welling up in your eyes. Maybe because you haven’t been treated this kindly in so long. You’d never known anything but the Compound.
Maybe because all you can think of is a boy who gave you the only toy he ever had.
“Don’t cry yet,” Keigo laughs and the sound is tinged with emotion, too, “There’s more.”
And then Keigo throws open your closet door. And there are clothes. So many clothes that you can hardly believe your eyes. And they’re all different– fabrics and patterns and colors you never had at the Compound.
All you had was the wash of grey training clothes. Grey pajamas. White socks. Simplicity. Nothingness.
“I didn’t know what you liked but– but that’s okay. We’ll figure it out. If you hate it, I’ll get you a whole new wardrobe.” Keigo tells you, stepping aside to let you look.
But you’re frozen in place, looking at all of the clothes that are neatly hanging, tucked into drawers beneath. Folded and color coded. You’ve never seen clothes like this before. And they’re yours. All yours.
Keigo can tell you’re about to cry again.
He wrenches a maroon sweater down from a hanger, “Do you like this?” he asks, tossing it at you. “Or this?” he asks, yanking down another shirt to throw at you. It’s orange. There’s a graphic on it you don’t catch. “Hmm, how about this one?” he asks and now the color is blue, tossed your way again.
You laugh before you can cry, “Keigo– stop!”
But it’s what he wanted, and he keeps going, now that he’s got you laughing. He pulls clothes out. Polka dots and stripes and jeans with tears and silk dresses. He throws them at you. Up in the air. Fabric flutters. Colors flash before your vision– every shade, every pattern. They rain down around you as you reach for them, try to catch them. As all the world turns and spins in your vision, all color, all bright and bursting and lovely.
You end up jumping on the bed together– one more thing neither of you were allowed growing up. Acting like children. Squealing when he tickles you, laughing so hard that your stomach aches, that you have to beg and beg with him to stop.
Your happiness is a collapsing star, imploding and exploding, fanning out onto him, light bursting forth from you.
Feathers cascade around the room, garnet and maroon and coral and crimson, floating around the entire space. It’s a mess.
I don’t care, he tells you, I don’t care, I want it to look lived in. I want to know you’re here.
You end up on your back, out of breath, still giggling, still giddy. Keigo is on his side, his huge wings spread out across the bed, one up in the air. He’s smiling at you.
For a moment, your vision slashes, cuts out, and you’re looking at him in a hospital bed. Wings gone. Wrapped in too many bandages.
You blink and you’re back and he’s here, vivid and warm beside you.
You cling to now in a way you never have before, cling to him and this moment. You’ve never been naive enough to think that you could stop time, that you could keep this, but dammit if you don’t want to right now. Forever.
Your chest starts to ache, all tender and bruised. You wish this would last, you wish you hadn’t become aware of its impermanence.
Don’t ever leave this bed with me, you want to tell him, don’t ever leave me.
“It’s all yours,” he breathes, reaching out to brush a strand of hair from your face. His fingers are delicate, his knuckle skims your cheek. “Yours and mine.”
“Just us,” you breathe, like he promised, like he said.
“Just us.” he answers, smile slipping a little. “Just us, always.”
You suddenly turn, throw your arms around his neck, pull yourself flush to him. His arms come around you immediately, holding you, cradling you to his chest like they always have.
Past, present, or future, your eternal resting place. Yours. Yours evermore.
Bury me here, you think, with his arms around me.
“Mine and yours.” you breathe, your face tucking into the crook of his neck.
He hums lightly, “Yours and mine, angel.” and he digs his nose into the curtain of your hair. “Mine,” he says again, low and warm. It sends heat racing up your spine, skittering around inside of you like dancing, little flames. He nudges you onto your back, so he’s on you, pressing you into the bed. “All mine,” he playfully growls, the sound rumbling in his chest.
You throw your head back into the pillow and laugh, laugh harder when his fingers flex in your side, tickling you again. You laugh so hard you think your ribs will get tough and strong.
You laugh until you start crying, until Keigo coos and wipes away your tears.
He promises you better horizons. A new future. Ours, he says. And you try to smile, but you already know the future.
And it doesn’t belong to either of you.
***
Your relationship with Keigo shifts, begins to change and bend. It’s a slow simmer, a climb towards something that you knew would happen. That has always been there, always happened.
When you wake up in the middle of the night, sweat soaked, a scream trapped in your throat, you go to Keigo’s room. You always go, whether he’s home or working.
When he’s home, he throws the blankets back for you, so you stop haunting his doorway. You crawl into bed with him. He covers you, let’s his wing fan out over you, shields you from the rest of the world in the blue dark of early dawn.
He starts hitching his arm around you, dragging you closer. You can feel his bare skin against yours, warm from sleep, strong muscles in his arms, in the leg he moves over yours. He pushes his face into your neck, nuzzles down into you, like he’s trying to make a home of you. Like he’s trying to melt into you, fuse you two together.
It’s a natural progression, the only thing that seems wholly simple to you.
He has always had some part of you, since the moment he snuck in the hospital room to see you when you were six.
Your fates have always been intertwined, the red string winding so tight that you swear you’ll just suffocate with it.
You loved him, you love him, you will love him.
No time or future or past will dwindle that. Your only constant in everything.
Eventually, one of those trembling, soft-hearted nights, you kiss him first. All it takes is the tipping of your head up to his. He’s already so close, swaddled beneath blanket and warmth. He’s half asleep, so are you. It’s soft, tentative, until he registers what you’ve done.
Then something gives way within him and you feel him intake air, sharp and quick, before he pushes further against you. His fingers dig into the lines of your body, pulling you closer. His lips become more demanding, more desperate.
He kisses like he’s starving, like he’ll never get enough, like it’ll be the last time he does.
You wind fingers into his messy hair, pull a little, whimper when he coaxes your mouth open beneath his. You feel his wings twitch, flutter and shake open. His teeth are sharp against your bottom lip, but you arch up into him, offering yourself, little lamb for sacrifice.
And Keigo demands it. When his lips come away from yours, you’re already heaving for air, gasping a little as his head falls into the crook of your neck. His lips part against your skin, canines scraping against the vulnerable line of your throat. Your pulse is a quick-fire little thing beneath your skin.
You jolt somewhat at the pain and you can hear the low chuckle that rumbles through him and into you. Liquid heat burns hot and quick, down to the wick inside of you.
When he picks his head up from your neck, he looks disheveled, half feral with the glint in his eyes. The moon cuts across him, bathes him in it’s pearly light.
“I think I’m dreaming,” Keigo rumbles, looking down at you spread out beneath him. “I’ve wanted this for so long.”
You can feel that flush soak into your cheeks, high in your face. “Then w-why didn’t you–”
“I wanted you to want me, too.” he admits, “I didn’t–” he tilts his head, “I wanted it to come from you.”
He leans down again to kiss you, slower this time, almost lazy. He’s already trying to learn you in this new way. He knows you in a thousand others and he will conquer this one, too.
“Because you would’ve done anything I wanted, wouldn’t you have?” he whispers against your lips, “You would follow me to the ends of the earth if I asked you.”
When he kisses you again, you shyly lick into his mouth, and his groan is soft, a little pathetic when he feels you.
“I don’t know anything else but you,” you whisper back when you part, “It’s only ever been you.”
And Touya, your heart whispers, and Touya.
“And I’ve always taken care of you, haven't I?” Keigo murmurs, fingers sliding along your bare thighs, hitching your legs up, around his waist. “It’s always been you and I. Only us.”
And Touya, poor Touya.
Your legs part for him, and his hips slot against yours in the same way that mosaics are just broken pieces. It is natural, feels right, feels like home.
Your heart quickens inside the cavity of your chest when you feel the hard line of him through his thin pajama pants. The need that burns from him to you.
You squirm a little, hips canting without thinking and Keigo makes a strangled, low noise.
“Easy, baby.” He hushes, stilling your hips with a broad, firm hand. His fingers will leave bruised spots like lavender petals against your skin. He cocks his head, studies you in the plum warm dark, “Have you ever done any of this before?”
Tentatively, you shake your head, “No,” you exhale, “Not really.”
He leans away a little, takes his hands away from you. Cold air rushes in to take their place against your skin. You already want his hands back, want them all over. “Then we don’t have to–”
“I want to,” you blurt before he can continue, your cheeks smarting with color, and then you whisper, bare and raw for him, “I want you.”
Keigo regards you carefully, the way he always does when he’s trying to decide what is best for you. Always your keeper, your protector.
“Are you sure?” he asks, his voice rough in the dark, studying you with those keen, gold eyes. “There’s no rush.”
“Please, Kei–” you get out, voice trembling, a little too high.
Keigo melts at the sound, cooing softly, the way he always does when you get upset. He leans back over you, hitches you a little closer to him, “Alright, angel. Alright, I’ll take care of you.” he eases little kisses over your jaw, gentle, until there’s a glide of teeth, the threat of them making you twist beneath him. “I’ll go slow,” he hums out against your skin.
“You never go slow,”
“If it’s you? I’d do anything.”
You exhale shakily, feel the way he works down your neck. Your hands are in his hair, unsure, shaking a little as he pushes your sleep shirt up to bare your stomach. Your chest. His mouth is warm, wet when it glides against the underside of your breast. A shiver wracks through you.
You squeeze your eyes shut when his tongue flicks out, over the bud of your breast. You cry out, kitten soft, broken. Keigo makes a low noise in the back of his throat as he slots his mouth over you.
Warmth. The slow roll of pleasure, the gooey arousal the blinks it’s sleepy eyes open inside of you.
Everything, for once in your life, just fades away. Except for him, the heat of him, real and solid beneath your hands. His wings twitch, puff out behind him, arc over your heads like a canopy of darkened scarlet.
His hand comes up, the rough pads of his fingers sliding over your other breast, making you arch, making you gasp. He eases you into the sensation, lets your body get used to it, let’s you work away your shyness until you’re squirming beneath him, pushing into his hands and mouth. Until you’re eager and sugar soft beneath him.
And then he goes lower, traces over your stomach with seeking lips until he settles between your legs. Instinctively, you go to shut them, try to squirm away from him, but he loops his arms over your thighs, holds you still.
“Relax, angel.” he murmurs, his stubble rough against the sensitive skin as he rubs his cheek on your inner thigh. It turns into a kiss, then another. You have to slam your eyes shut. You can’t watch him as he gets nearer to somewhere so intimate for you. You’re tense, unsure again, one hand clutching at his arm, the other flexing by your head.
He stays soft, though, sucking love bites into your skin. Tongue sliding out, higher, higher–
The warmth of his mouth near your core, even through your thin, little pajama bottoms has a whine loosening from your throat. He kisses faintly against the fabric and your nails dig into his skin, needing an anchor, chest already heaving.
You feel his fingers hook in your shorts, shifting a little so that he can ease them off, toss them somewhere over his shoulder. But then he’s back, he’s back and you’re bare and you can feel your heart plummeting.
His thumb swipes through where you’re most sensitive, the glide of it slick and silky and you think desire is a terrible, horrifying thing. It’s like having your heart on the outside of your body, vulnerable and wriggling, just waiting for something to burst.
“Oh, you’re so wet,” he rumbles, thumb moving again, dipping inside briefly, only to settle onto your clit and rub gentle, slow circles.
“Keigo,” you whimper, glancing down at him. The gold of his eyes slashes up to your face.
And then his tongue lolls out, his thumb moving away so it can slowly flick across you. And at the first taste of you, he groans, eyes rolling into the back of his head as he wrangles you closer.
Gone is the slowness, the patience. He holds you open for himself, even as you squirm and gasp, even as your little nails bite into his skin. He growls, wrestling you still for himself, mouth slotting against you hungirly.
The sensation is warm and wet and a little dirty, but it’s good, oh it’s–
“Ah, Keigo!” you gasp, uncertain if you’re trying to arch towards his mouth or away. He tongues you roughly, unabashedly. It doesn’t matter if you’re trying to get away or push into him, because he’s taken control now and you find you’re thankful for it. Desperate for it.
He’ll take care of you, he always does. But there’s a selfish edge to him this time, the force of him is overwhelming, it’s enrapturing.
He pulls away fractionally, “My sweet girl, so good for me,” he purrs and another slow, lewd lick has you attempting to squirm again, “Does that feel good, angel?”
You nod dumbly, fractionally, but he pinches the skin of your thigh until you yelp. “Use your words for me,”
“Y-yeah,” you exhale, “Yeah, Kei, it feels good–” you get out, voice pitching and breaking when he sets back to work. Eases a long finger inside of you, taking his time to work you open.
You don’t last much longer, not with the way his tongue is moving, lips soft against you, eager and hungry. Not with the way his finger is crooking slowly, almost lazily inside of you.
You cry out for him again, back bowing off the bed. He groans as you reach your climax, the sound muffled, just as he tightens his hold on you, forcing you still again. Even when you start to grow overstimulated and restless and fussy, he keeps you open for himself.
“My good girl,” he coos from between your legs, giving you languid flicks of his tongue that make you tremble and burn and groan. He doesn’t let up on you, not until you’re eager again, less shy, trying to rock your hips against his face, rushing towards your next climax.
But before you can let all of that unfurl inside you again, he pulls away and you’re left a little slack-jawed, suddenly desperate.
“K-Kei, please– I was–” you stutter, hips twisting and finding nothing as he moves back up onto his knees between your legs. He hushes you, just as he pushes the waistband of his pajama pants down.
He’s thick as he wraps a hand around himself, a little longer than you expect, too. The breath feels as if it’s left your body. You blink up at him blearily, through the haze of your own pleasure.
Without thinking, you reach out, curious little hand going to his cock. He takes his own hand away, inhales sharply as he lets you grab hold of him. It’s heavy in your hand. He’s breathing hard, watching you closely. You catch his eyes and you must look helpless, eyes rounding out, a twinge of fear pulling at your features, because he returns his hand over yours. Squeezes you a little, before he guides your hand with his.
He’s velvety beneath your touch, hard, leaking a little so it makes your palms sticky with him. You gasp a little as he groans, hips twitching into your hand.
“Fuck,” he spits, moving your hand a little quicker, “You have no idea what you do to me–”
And then he’s pushing your hand away, falling over you again, slotting his hips between yours except this time there is far less clothes. He takes a few ragged breaths, you can tell he’s trying to get a hold of himself, especially as the tip of him brushes where you’re still molten and sticky.
You whine, the sound pathetic to even your own ears as he fists himself, rubs himself along you.
“I’ve got you,” he murmurs, “I’ll take care of you, sweetheart. Relax for me, okay?” his lips are by your ear, rubbing his cheek to yours a little. “There, that’s it, relax.” he coaxes and you feel the head of him begin to press in.
It burns, you realize, eyes squeezing shut. You gasp, half in pain so you warn him, “H-Hurts, Kei.”
He groans a little, stilling himself, “I know, baby, I know.” he coos, dropping sweet little kisses that contrast with the pain and stretch of him. “But you’re doing so well, so good for me–”
He pushes the slightest bit more into you, splitting you, breathing through his teeth to keep himself slow and careful.
“You’re just so tight,” he gets out and there’s a growl underneath his tone, low and dark. You try and ease open your legs a little more, “That’s it,” he says and there’s still that edge to his voice, “Open up for me, yeah? Just me, you’ve always been for me. Only mine.”
When he slides the rest of the way inside, you both moan, but yours clips into pain, while his is raw and almost unhinged. He tries to hold completely still for you, dropping his head into the crook of your neck to scatter kisses like falling stars.
He reaches a hand between you two, wings fluttering a little as his fingers settle on where you’re most sensitive and aching. He rubs slow circles and you’re already so worked up, the stretch of him hurts so good that you just–
You keen as the heat inside of you flares into bursting.
“Oh, fuck, are you already–” Keigo gets out, keeping the pace of his nimble fingers, working you through it, “Yeah, that’s it, come all over my cock already.”
You arch, hips squirming, lodging him deeper inside of you until you’re moaning, tears beginning to prick at your eyes.
Keigo can’t hold back any longer and his hips finally roll, pulling out only to move back in. You whine through your teeth, hyper sensitive and raw, feeling as if you’re going to fall apart and never be put back together again.
Your pleasure turns knife-sharp, ready to gut you as Keigo moves in you, trying to stay slow but every once and awhile his hips snap forwards, making you cry. You feel as if he’s so deep inside you, burrowing down into you so you’ll never be able to get out.
Your tears begin to run down your cheeks.
“Oh, poor baby,” Keigo coos, “My poor little thing, so sensitive, huh?” he nips at your throat, at your jaw. His hand slides over your wrist to find your palm, to hold your hand down into the mattress.
He kisses at your tear stained cheeks as he keeps thrusting, the glide of him hot and thick and still burning through you. “My little crybaby– go ahead, cry for me. Yeah, it’s okay. I’ve always comforted you, haven’t I?”
You nod against his shoulder frantically, squeezing his hand tightly.
“I know, I know, angel. You’re so good for me, fuck– feel so fucking good–”
His hips start to lose their rhythm and you can feel yourself teetering again on another sharp edge. This one scarier, harsher. Still, the drag of him inside you, the way he fills you, the filthy words, send you over that precipe.
Your moan is drowned out by the sudden clash of his lips on yours, the groan that he wedges between your lips as he also reaches his own peak, crashes over it sharply. He spills inside you, the flood of warmth some strange balm for you. It calms your cries, especially as Keigo starts to soften up.
He brushes your tears away, brushes your hair from your forehead.
“I love you,” he tells you, over and over again, “Always have. Always will.”
And you fall asleep with him still half on top of you, cocooned in his warmth, burrowed deep beneath everything.
You only seem to know peace when he’s taking you apart, when you’re being destroyed by the loving press of his lips, and put back together with the angle of his hips. And he tells you, presses it into your skin, sears it into you with teeth and nails;
I loved you, I love you, I will love you forever.
***
You try not to use your Quirk, to activate it in any way, lest it sends you spiraling. But you can’t even talk about the future nor past without it latching onto you, migraine splitting your skull.
In the past, you could stomach simple things; that mug will break soon. It will be sunny. But now all of it hurts. And none of it makes sense. You get three different versions of events that meld and blend and blur together until they are one. You see the past. What you assume is your present. The future.
It all just happens at once for you, so much that you can’t handle it. That all you can do is lay in bed, with your eyes rolled into the back of your head.
When your Quirk slows, you can regain yourself a little, but you’re woozy, achey. Your thoughts oscillate between tenses. You’re not sure what’s happened or not.
Some days, you try to warn Keigo, over and over again, “Touya’s alive– he’s alive. Watch your wings. You’re flying too close– too close, you’re going to get burned.”
And sometimes he responds, “I know, I already know.” And he asks you to stop saying it, please, please stop saying it.
Another time, he snaps at you, tells you that you’re rubbing it in.
You can’t remember if he has his wings or not when he says those things. Everything is a fog, but you– you tried. You had to try and warn him.
But you’re just living it all, at once. All of time pressed into you, your small little frame.
Fate’s made a home of your body and you think she’s trying to destroy the place.
***
Keigo’s work as a Pro-Hero is demanding. He goes on patrol. He’s nearly always on call. But he always comes home to you. His free time is spent with you, nestled away in your apartment above the world.
You start painting. Sloppy dashes of color that begin to become fuzzy, unclear faces. Until suddenly they’re detailed, sharper. Darker. More drastic.
You paint your visions– people you’ve seen since you were little. The man with ice blue hair, the simmering, red eyes. He has a scar at the corner of his mouth that you paint lovingly. His hands are long and graceful, you paint them over and over and over again.
You paint a plague-doctor mask, the hooked contraption arcing across your canvas in a dark slash of color.
You paint a girl wrapped in bandages. You peer at her in your minds-eye and think of yourself. Like looking in a mirror, like looking at yourself as a six-year-old again. Wanted for a Quirk you don’t understand, that no one does.
You were discarded, though, marked off as crazy. Your visions weren’t clear enough for them. You stopped speaking them aloud when they fell on deaf ears. Besides, no one wants to hear a future so horrible. Sorrow this, sorrow that– the sounds you made weren’t musical enough for them.
One day, though, Keigo comes tearing into the apartment. He’s half-frantic, rushing for your room, for the stack of paintings that lean half-hazerdly against the wall. He rummages through them until he finds the one of the man with red eyes. He pulls it out.
“How do you know him?” he heaves, turning sharp, gold eyes on you. You’ll get cut on them if you’re not careful.
“I’ve seen him in my visions since I was little.” you respond, tilting your head. “Why?”
“He’s a villain, he’s–” Keigo begins to ramble, but he cuts himself off quickly. He looks at you differently now, like he’s seeing you in a new light. You squirm under his gaze. “What do you know about him?”
“He destroys with a touch.” you tell Keigo, before pain lances through your skull the way it used to when you would try and use your Quirk, when you would try to explain it. You can see the man– this villain– now, standing in the shadow of another.
The vision trembles, before suddenly he’s a child. He’s throwing up through his sobbing, clawing at himself, howling and screaming.
He’s just a child.
Keigo’s age when you met him. Touya’s. Yours.
So small and shaking so violently that you think his whole little frame will shake apart. Then a hand that reaches out to him. A form of darkness that engulfs him. Then the vision flutters away, slides away into dust, and you’re back in your room, with Keigo. He’s holding you up.
You hadn’t realized you’d nearly passed out.
“–are you okay?” he’s asking you and you try and blink against the grinding pain in your head. Your jaw.
You nod, jerky, uncertain.
He eases you to sit on your bed, shifts to kneel in front of you, so he can look you over. Your eyes have gone hazy, distant. Your mind is oscillating between images of Keigo. He’s nine and then he’s fourteen and then he’s twenty-one, blink again and his wings are gone. Another time and they’re back. You feel woozy suddenly.
Pushing at your Quirk at all activates this sensation, like all of time is happening at once. You can’t handle it, wish he’d never brought it up.
“Hey, breathe.” he murmurs, “Breathe with me, angel.”
He touches your cheek. Your jaw. You lean into the touch. His palm is rough and warm.
It’s slick with blood.
You jolt away.
“What?” he asks, startled, “What’s wrong?”
The blood is gone and it’s just him, it’s just him and you.
Your inhale is wobbly, forced. Your exhale gets stuck somewhere in your throat.
Your hands have killed, you want to say to him. But in his mind, he hasn’t yet. He is not a killer yet. So you say nothing, feel as if your lips have been sewn shut. You love a killer.
It isn’t the first time.
You suppose you loved (love) Touya, too.
Keigo is careful when he reaches out to you again. His next touch is so delicate that you think he’s scared you’re going to break. It makes you feel fragile, disjointed. You take uneven breaths, try to fill your greedy lungs. They aren’t satisfied.
Eventually, when the throbbing in your head gets too much, you slide forward, into Keigo. Into his arms.
“I’ve got you,” he murmurs, strong arms looping around you, holding you close, “I’ve got you, it’s okay now. I’m sorry for earlier, dove. I’m sorry–”
You wake in your bed the next morning, tucked away from the world. Keigo’s made you breakfast but he’s already gone off to patrol.
When he comes home later, when it’s dark and the moon is ice-chipped and frigid in your windows, he tries to ask you again.
“Can you– do you know what’s going to happen? Can you tell me?” he asks tentatively. He has never tried to push your Quirk, not after what all the doctors and scientists did at the Compound. He has never wanted to use you for your Quirk. Never tried to pry knowledge from you, never dug in like a scavenger, hungry and starved for the power you hold, for the crumb of a future he doesn’t want to know.
“You wouldn’t understand,” you say simply, turning to look up at the silver dash of stars through the window.
“Try me,” he says.
You shake your head, “I have. You didn’t believe me.”
“Try me again then, please.” Keigo says, easing towards you. When you don’t look at him, he begs, “Please. This is important.”
Eventually, you tell him, “You don’t understand this language.”
“Teach me,” he responds instead, undeterred.
You think this is the same nerve and guts that will get him in trouble. Anything for the sake of good, right?
Anything. Everything.
You don’t know why, but your throat tightens like you could cry. “I can’t,” you breathe.
Pain blossoms at the base of your skull, right where it meets your spine. Tension lifts your shoulders. Visions assault you behind closed lids. You don’t know how to tell Keigo that it all just happens, plays out, sometimes in reverse, sometimes over and over again. You don’t know how to tell him that it’s already done. Even if you can tell him what it means when you see broken arms, when you see a crooked spine, the red slash of eyes, there is nothing to be done about it.
It’s all happening at once, so you can’t– you can’t change what’s happening. Already happened. Will happen. You can’t figure out what tense to think in. It makes your teeth ache, your temples burn. You don’t understand, can’t understand it. So how would he?
He stops pushing you when he sees the pain that works through you.
“We’ll drop it,” he assures you, but he begins to watch you paint for hours, like he’ll gleam something from it. Like it’s all so simple, he just needs to study art.
You let him watch, though. Even when you paint his wings dashed with blue, curling at the edges, falling away to nothingness.
Dust to dust and ashes to ashes.
***
There is a night that Keigo comes home and he is silent and heavy. You are already in bed. You listen to him shower, can feel the drag of his feet as he walks around. He collapses beside you, curls up around your back.
You’re half asleep but you can tell by the way he digs his forehead into your back that it’s been a hard day.
He wants to be close, digs his fingers into your skin, claws at you a little.
He ends up parting your legs, the weight of him heavy, a little suffocating as he pushes inside you.
You cry out– you’re not really ready for him and he’s too big for this. “Ow, Kei,” you whimper, blinking tears of pain away.
“Sorry,” he gets out on a broken moan, head thumping against your sternum as he drops it there. Too heavy. All of him is so heavy. Even his wings are bowed, drooped around you two and onto the bed. “‘M sorry, angel. Just need you. Need to be close.”
He picks his head up to kiss your tears away, waiting, still inside of you, burning you up from the inside out. He touches you desperately, as if he’s scared that you’ll slip between his fingers.
Eventually, he tries to move his hips, flexes them forward. It’s an easier glide now and he groans, “Yeah, that’s it, nice and wet for me now, aren’t you?”
You shudder, bury your face in the crook of his neck, pepper little kisses along his skin.
He’s a little selfish tonight, but you offer yourself up willing. You let him take and take and take. But he gives, too. He eases his hand between the two of you, between your bodies, just to touch you, just to feel you ripple around him.
“Good girl,” he hushes against your petal soft lips, “My sweet girl, so fucking good for me–”
He doesn’t last long after you and then you’re lying side by side again, facing each other. Your legs are a tangle of limbs, foreheads touching. When he breathes, it’s shaky.
You can tell something is bothering him, pressing into him. He hasn’t let go of you, fingers pressing indents into your skin.
Eventually, he asks, his voice unsteady in the dark, “Can you– will you at least tell me if it’s a happy ending?”
You feel the slow gnawing of sorrow at your heart, feel the ache of it. You wish you could tell him that yes, it’ll all end up okay. But there is no ending for you. It’s just forever to you, the snake swallowing its own tail. Constant, everlasting.
You brush your lips to his in a reverent kiss, let your eyes drift shut.
“It doesn’t end, Kei.” you whisper back, “There’s no ending.”
His lips lift fractionally, but you can tell by how he shakes that he’s trying to hold back tears.
“Just us forever, then? In this bed?” he whispers.
“Yeah,” you sigh, burrowing down into his chest, holding him tight, “Just us forever, in this bed.”
Like a tomb for lovers, an eternal resting place.
***
A ghost sits in the middle of your apartment, with his hands steepled together, fingers touching his chin.
Touya sits and when he hears you enter, he picks his head up to see you, and he is everything your visions had promised and more. His scars are pulled by stables, laid out bare for the world to see, though. He wears all his pain on the outside of his body, as if to show everyone what they did to him. What they made him. His hair is black. But his eyes are the same.
“Hello, traitor.” you say, your voice just a whisper.
The smile he gives you is hooked, strange, a little wry.
“So you know me?” he asks and his voice is rasping and low. New and old to your ears.
“I’ve always known you.” you respond and you don't’ realize that you’re near tears until your voice breaks.
He stands, almost languid, stretches to his full height. You wonder if you should be scared. Keigo is away, out patrolling. He won’t be home until late.
“It’s been awhile,” he drawls, taking slow steps towards you. You could turn and run, you think, or you could try. But another part of you thinks, it’s Touya, just Touya.
It doesn’t feel like it’s been awhile to you.
You blink and he’s young again, white haired, free of his scars. Blink again and he’s a lanky fifteen-year-old with gauze wrapped around his arms. Once more and he’s here, in your apartment, in front of you.
It feels like you just saw him, like you’ve always seen him.
“So they tell me,” you respond, feeling your heart rabbit in your chest, quicken like a hummingbird’s wings.
He stops to stand in front of you. Your eyes well up with tears but you suck in a stubborn breath and attempt to keep them at bay. Your throat feels too tight, feels like you’re choking.
“No tears for me, crybaby?” he asks and you feel something fracture inside of you.
“Touya–”
“I haven’t heard that name in a long time,” he exhales, almost shudders.
“I miss you,” you say, not missed, not will miss.
He snorts, “No, you don’t. You miss Touya, maybe. And even then,” he tilts his head, “You have Keigo. You’ve always had Keigo. No wonder you hated me–”
“I never hated you,” you choke out, and now the tears spill over, hot and cutting quick tracks down your cheeks, “I never will.”
He lifts his hand. You don’t flinch away. He catches a tear with his knuckle, brushes it away. It almost seems gentle.
“No? Even though you’ve always known everything?” he asks and maybe his voice is a murmur.
You can’t think straight, not with the thundering of your heart, not with the way your vision is guttering, cutting in and out.
“I just want to know,” he says, “Why didn’t you ever tell him? Why don’t you warn him?”
His hand is warm on your cheek now, solid. He cradles you, almost like Keigo does.
“I-I did– or I will. I do warn him, I think.” you get out, “I tried– maybe, at some point.”
“Poor thing,” he coos, but it sounds wrong, mocking, “Don’t even know what part of your life you’re in anymore. What’d they do to you, huh?”
His fingers curl into your cheek and he forces you to look up at him. He gets closer and you can feel yourself trembling. Your tears slip down your cheeks, onto his hand.
“What’d they do to you?” he asks again and it sounds more sincere this time, almost sympathetic and maybe you want to ask the same of him. But instead, he tips forward, as if compelled, as if he’s wanted to do this for a long time, and he slants his mouth over yours.
He tastes like clementines, you think. Or maybe that’s just– maybe that’s just the one in your hand.
His kiss is unhurried. Open mouthed and overpowering. You cave under its demand. The hand at your cheek slips to the nape of your neck, tangles in your hair until it tightens into a fist. He guides your head so that he can kiss you harder, take more of you.
When he pulls away, you’re wide eyed and stunned, silent tears cutting tracks down your face.
“You know why I’m here, don’t you?” he asks you.
“I did– I do. I will.”
“Will you make this easy for me?”
You put up a fight when he tries to take you and while screaming and crying and thrashing, your hand catches him on the mouth in a futile punch.
He spits blood out by your feet.
But you think to yourself, as all the world fades away, are you happy, Touya? I did what you told me– I punched him in the face.
***
When you wake, the world is blurry and dreary, colorless to your blinking eyes. When you’re able to take in more of your surroundings, you notice that it’s falling apart. Dilapidated. Reminds you of a house you once knew, but it’s not a house. It’s an old hospital, maybe. Abandoned. There are holes in the walls. You can hear scuttling, the scratching of little claws.
You realize that you are seated in a chair and your hands are cuffed to the arm rests, your legs to the cold metal of it. You jerk slightly in its hold, but it doesn’t move. And you’re too weak. You can feel your mind begin to whirl, to spiral.
There is a figure sitting in front of you. One that you know well.
His red eyes are fixed upon you sharply.
“You’re finally awake,” he says and his voice is a rough scratch, just a rasp of breath.
His hair is long, cast silver, ice blue. There are scratches along his lean neck, beneath his eyes. A scar at the corner of his lip.
You feel as if the last piece of a puzzle has fallen into place, like you’re meeting an old friend for the first time. Maybe you’ve already met him.
“I know you,” you get out, your voice rough from misuse.
“Oh?” he asks and he stands to his full height.
His hands are long and graceful looking– I’ve painted you, I paint you, you want to tell him. Your muse, maybe, you want to laugh at your own joke. But you’re still crying.
He comes closer to you, stands before you. He lifts his pale hand, flutters like a dove to be raised to your cheek. You think maybe it’s a test of some kind. You think you know this test– knew it once. Will know it.
You don’t jerk away from him when he sets a careful thumb to your cheek, to press at your tears curiously.
“If you knew me,” he says, his voice almost a hiss, slithering along your spine, “You would know to be scared of my touch.”
But still, he strokes his thumb along your cheek, enraptured with it. His chest heaves a little. He almost seems desperate for it.
“You kill with a touch,” you whisper, “I know you.”
He tilts his head, eyes flashing to yours like the quick burst of blood from a wound, “So you do.” he murmurs, and then, “Are you scared?”
“I used to be, I think.” you tell him truthfully, even as your voice is weak and frail and wobbly, “But you came to me every night in my dreams. You still will.”
“Did I?” he asks, delicately laying his palm against your flushed face. He’s careful to keep two fingers lifted away, and then, after he’s thought for a moment, he asks, “Will I? Do I haunt you forever?”
You nod into his palm, peek up at him through your wet lashes, “Everything is forever.”
He finally takes his hand away, almost like you’ve burnt him.
“Dabi warned me you were crazy.”
You let out a breath, maybe of relief, maybe of disappointment with his touch gone. You shake your head fractionally, “I’m not crazy, I didn’t used to be– no one understands.”
He hums, but he doesn’t sound very convinced. “You know why we took you?” he asks and you have to tilt your chin up to look at him. He’s still so close–
“The same reason the Hero Commission will take me– took me.” you respond, your head beginning to grow fuzzy, the telltale sign of visions beginning to creep into the back of your mind. “Y-you want me to give you knowledge. But I can’t– couldn’t.”
“Why not?” he indulges you, but you can tell with the curling of his hand that he will not be patient.
“You won’t understand and– and I wouldn’t. Won’t.”
“You can see into the future, what is so difficult about that?” he asks, narrowing his eyes down at you.
You hang your head, let your gaze drop. “No, the future– time is not how you want it to be.”
He paces away from you with a slight growl, “Explain more,” he snaps and you wince at the cracking sound of it, raw and echoing in the hollow room.
Your vision begins to tilt. He’s a child, standing alone at the center of the room, and then you shudder and he is an adult again. You feel suddenly nauseous.
“E-Everything happens at once,” you get out, “There’s no future for me, when I’m using my Quirk. There’s no past or present. It’s just all at once, no order, no rhyme or reason. Like nothing you know.”
He turns back to face you, looking at you curiously. “But you know the future then, so speak it. Say it.”
Pain splits through your skull, barreling into you. “I-I don’t– didn’t know what it is.” you whimper. “It’s already happened, sometimes. Happening now, forever.”
He takes several breaths, you think to keep his cool, or collect his thoughts. You can’t tell when the world is slipping out from underneath you.
“If it’s all happening at once,” he begins carefully, his voice almost a hush, “Is our future set in stone? Forever playing out?”
You think this is the closest you’ve ever gotten to someone understanding. Something inside of you trembles, reaches for him as if he– as if he understands something that has never been understood.
But you shake your head jerkily, “Everything will happen as it should or shouldn’t, it doesn’t matter.” you try to tell him and he huffs slightly, his lips curling.
“Have you ever tried to stop it? Or change it?” he asks instead, loping closer to you once more. You shiver, feel your eyes flutter as the white-hot feeling of a vision slashes through your mind.
When you don’t respond to him right away, he takes your chin in a three finger hold, forcing you to look up at him, and when you do, he is surrounded by a world of debris, of decay. He is painted against everything falling apart. The blazing of his eyes is like a bloody sunset. He looks part-god.
“I-I can’t stop it.” you choke out, “It’s like– it’s like trying to stop something happening that’s already happened, or– or it’s as if you’re trying to stop something from happening, but it’s happening right now, across the world from you. You can’t stop what’s already in motion.”
He strokes your jaw thoughtfully for a moment, the touch cool, surprisingly grounding.
But still, you feel as if you could fall apart, as if your mind is going to break open, spill out and all over him. It’s on fire, you can feel the burn race down your spine, set your ribs afire like kindling.
“No wonder they didn’t want you,” he eventually sighs, “You poor, forgotten thing. It isn’t your fault time is so tricky. It isn’t your fault you have this Quirk.”
You think he must sympathize with this. You bite out a small cry as another jolt of pain wraps itself around your mind. You close your eyes, but it doesn’t stop the onslaught of visions. Fallen cities. Fallen heroes.
He shushes you, but it isn’t kind nor comforting, not the way Keigo is. Was.
Keigo–
“But, you understand, I cannot return you to them, not intact. Not alive.” he tells you, his voice a deceptively soft rasp.
Suddenly those fingers on your chin seem more menacing than they ever have before. You stay so still that you think you’re mimicking prey, but you know that this isn’t– you knew that he wouldn’t do anything, not like that.
He withdraws from you, your head drops to your chest.
He tells you, “I can’t risk you getting ahold of this Quirk, being their Seer. You’d give them too much of an advantage, little Cassandra, if they ever decided to understand you.”
His words sound strange to your ears, like you’ve heard them all before.
“But I told Dabi we wouldn’t kill you, and I cannot lose him yet. He is still a valuable player.” he continues, but none of the words are quite sticking, or they are and dread is rising inside of you.
When he returns to you, he slips something between your lips, between your teeth, forcing your mouth apart.
You know what this is.
He puts something cold against your temples.
He tells you he thinks he’s even sorry for doing this. You believe him.
“Do you know my name?” he’d asked you, “Did you ever find out my name?”
“I will,” you answer, tears slipping down your cheeks, rolling silently, only to free fall into your lap.
“Shigaraki Tomura.” he tells you, and then, “Dream of me?”
“I do, I will.”
When he flips a switch, all the world goes up in light and electricity and pain. You scream and scream and scream until there is nothing left inside of you.
But the darkness is finally quiet and you think maybe, finally, you know some form of peace.
***
When you wake again, you’re in a bed and all is white and clean and bright. The world is fuzzy around the edges.
A body is beside you. Bandaged and broken but curled around you protectively. Keeper. Guardian.
And then the body is just a boy, with wings, and there is another body at your back. He’s warm.
Then the body is a man you know, laying beside you, smiling when he kisses you.
Him again, but this time he’s asking you if there’s a happy ending.
And back to the hospital bed, with his body broken and bandaged. His wings are gone.
They always were, maybe, but you can recall the vivid red of them. Like the red of eyes. Of blood and fire.
You knew him, know him, will know him.
His name comes to you sleepily.
Keigo. You whispered it, you think.
You touch his cheek, which is bandaged. You know, knew, will know that there is a horrible burn beneath it.
He stays asleep.
Your vision blurs out and in. Shuffling through all of time. All of it happening at once, unstoppable, pushing through your mind in all its technicolor light.
He’s handing you an Endeavor toy, smiling as brightly as the sun. There is a shadow in your doorway. Was. Will be.
The taste of clementine will become bitter. Maybe it always has been.
You throw up the next time you eat one.
And then Keigo crawls into bed with heavy shoulders, heavy wings. The moon is a cold dash outside your window.
He tries to calm you after dreaming of– of Tomura. You knew his name. Know it.
You lay beside Keigo in a hospital bed after something terrible has happened. Both to you and to him. And you hold him like you’ve always known, know, will know.
An eternal resting place.
“There’s no ending,” you sigh, answering his question. You tuck yourself into his chest, beneath the weight of his arm.
You’ve always missed his wings.
In your mind’s eye, it all melts away, dissolves, decays. Falls away beneath you. Fallen. Will fall.
“She’s awake!” a small voice chirps and you have to blink several times for the figure to come into focus.
And when he does, you think you’ve known him all your life.
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