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aemonds-sapphire · 3 years

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Fire Meets Gasoline - Dabi x Reader (Smut)

Summary: Sex with Dabi rarely goes as expected, and that is exactly why you can’t get enough of him.

Warnings: NO MINORS! NSFW. Pure filth (seriously). Cumplay. Quirkplay (? Is this a thing? Basically just Dabi heating up his hands and using them on you), Cockwarming. Creampie. Vaginal fingering. Overstimulation.

Word count: 4.8k

If you had to pinpoint the exact moment when you realized there was no escaping Dabi, it would most likely be the first time he kissed you.

After a month of denying and suppressing how attracted you felt towards him, you finally caved in.

You would potentiate each other just like when fire meets gasoline. It started off as a gentle flame, but it soon increased in both size and intensity.

The young man was filled with anger and was the embodiment of pain and sadness, but you were equally as broken. He hadn’t expected you to retaliate the poison that would drip from his mouth.

What Dabi had failed to consider was that you knew exactly why he was keeping people at bay. He didn’t necessarily hate everyone. But anyone could become a threat.

So he’d rather push people away.

What he had also not considered was that fire needed oxygen to burn. And that most of the time, the walls we build around us aren’t meant to keep others out. They will just fence you in.

You could bear him being cold to you as a defense mechanism, but he couldn’t deny his fiery nature for long.

“Beautiful...”

There was something so innately blissful about having Dabi cracking his hardened surface to display this beautiful side of him.

It would have your heart fluttering and your breath coming out in shallow pants as you experienced having his vulnerability be given to you.

“So. Beautiful.” He went on, accentuating his words with gentle kisses along your jawline.

You allowed your fingers to rake across his scalp, feeling his soft hair tickle your skin.

“Do it.”

He knew exactly what you meant by that. His quirk was powerful and dangerous. You had had the opportunity of witnessing him go berserk with rage and cast his trademark blue flames around his targets. The heatwave that had hit you was surely enough to have you jolt in fear. Dabi had to live with the consequences of not being able to control himself when using his quirk. All the patchwork across his body was licking proof of that.

However, the sense of danger had adrenaline rushing through your veins, and feeling the feared villain light up his quirk just enough to warm his hands was definitely an aphrodisiac.

Dabi stopped and pulled back, beautiful turquoise eyes meeting yours. He was truly breathtaking. No scar in his body would ever be able to take away from how handsome he was.

He flashed a boyish grin at you — one that you had grown to adore — and you felt the mattress shift lightly as he positioned himself between your legs.

The sight alone was enough to send sparks rushing down your spine. Dabi took his sweet time admiring the view, capturing his bottom lip between his teeth.

“See something you like?” You teased as you spread your legs farther apart.

He ran the palms of his hands slowly along your thighs, his eys lingering on your panties. “Pull them to the side, doll.”

You took a deep breath, knowing fully well what came next. He was too fucking good at this, and he was aware of that. Sex with him just felt like a whole new experience each time since he refused to stick to patterns. There was always something new, and that just added to the thrill.

Too bad you weren’t feeling like complying with his demands.

“Do it yourself.” You shrugged, slowly adjusting your panties to further accentuate your pussy lips.

You should know better than to challenge Dabi, but quite frankly you didn’t give a fuck, because it would just work in your favor in the end.

“Don’t be a brat,” he warned, keeping his voice calm, but his hands betraying the impatience as the grip on your knees increased. “Push them to the side... now.”

“Make me.”

Too bad Dabi wasn’t feeling like complying with your demands either.

Even though his room was poorly lit, the moonlight was more than enough to make you your jaw clench when his brought one hand to the waistband of his sweatpants.

Oh, he was fucking cruel.

Another teasing smile danced on his lips as he noticed your eyes glued to his crotch. You were too weak for this man. There was no way around it. No matter how hard you tried to prolong the mouse and cat game, you always caved.

You couldn’t tear your gaze away from his hand, especially when you saw it grip the growing bulge that he squeezed lightly.

“Seems like we have an issue, then, doll,” he chuckled, giving his clothed cock a few pumps. “‘Cause the way I see it... you really want this, uh?”

It took two to tango, so you tugged on the your panties once more, feeling the damp fabric rub against your clit and making you wince. You had underestimated his ability to have you dripping for him.

Your panties perfectly outlined your pussy lips, a silent invitation to the hungry man before you who wasted no time in dragging one finger along your covered slit.

“Doll...”

You flashed a devious grin while arching just slightly. “No.”

He had his other hand tightly gripping his cock, and you could see a discreet wet spot staining his sweatpants.

The scenery had you licking your lips in anticipation. “Let me see your cock, then.”

His eyes widened in surprise. “You first.”

One of you would have to give up first, and there was only so much resistance you could pull off when it came to Dabi leaking precum because of you.

You hooked one finger around the lace of your underwear, painfully slowly pulling it to the side, the wetness clinging onto the fabric.

A low growl erupted from him. “Fuck.”

He pressed on your clit with his thumb just so he could hear you moan for him. It was swollen enough to be seen through your pussy lips, and that drove him crazy. The ultimate proof that you wanted him was at the tip of his fingers, quite literally.

Your eyes instinctively closed as he continued teasing you, spreading wetness along your folds. It came with no surprise that your hips would involuntarily buck against his hand.

“Dabi...”

“Look at me,” he asked, his voice visibly strained as he circled your clit back and forth with the pad of his thumb. “Open your eyes.”

You did as you were told, and, through hooded eyes, you found yourself staring at him dragging the waistband of his pants down, successfully freeing his hard cock.

He halted his ministrations at once, only to have your entire focus on him.

Just as you had imagined, a few strings of precum were dangling from the tip, and he gave his cock a few pumps just to squeeze more from him.

Dabi positioned himself closer to your pussy in order to have his precum drip directly onto your clit.

You bit back a whimper as his thumb mixed the liquid with your wetness. “Dabi... oh my—“

The word died in your throat as you felt the tip pressing against your entrance. Was he that horny to jump right into the main course?

He sighed. “I really need to fuck you.”

It was crude and it surely wouldn’t win any awards as the most romantic declaration ever, but it did win points in getting your pussy to clench as more wetness spilled from you and coated him.

He applied just enough pressure to have his tip slide inside you. “Let me fuck you... please.”

The urgency in his voice had you melting. How could anyone resist this request?

He leaned over, brushing his lips with yours, but keeping his hips in place. You threw one arm around his neck, pulling him into a deep kiss. You could feel both hand gripping your things, and you figured it was taking all of his willpower not to slam his cock fully inside you.

But what’s life without a bit of fun, right?

Dabi hungrily suckled on your tongue, but you felt him freeze in shock. Both his eyes shot open and he gasped.

Oh. You loved it whenever you were able to get that reaction from him.

So you did it once again.

And he shuddered.

He was panting heavily as you contracted around his tip. Despite your heavy state of out, you still had a few tricks up your sleeve.

“Fuuuuuuuck....” his voice was coming out in broken and deep breaths.

Self-control definitely wasn’t Dabi’s forte, and you knew that you were playing with fire. Literally. You suddenly felt his palms heat up against your skin as the grip on your thighs tightened.

“Let... me...” He breathed, his face dropping to the crook of your neck. “Just...”

The safest course of action would be to indulge his request, but you also wanted to help him build up the ability to control himself once he got pushed over the edge. He had even asked this of you not long ago. It was hard for him to hold back when using his quirk against heroes and even harder when facing his father. So Dabi craved to be able to do so when having sex with you.

“Reign me in...” He had once asked of you.

He started licking and taking a few bites off your neck, the warmth of his hands never wavering.

You brought on hand to his face, carefully caressing the metal rings that traced his skin.

“How badly do you want it?” You asked him, squeezing around his tip once again. In reality, you knew exactly the answer to that question. His desperation was answer enough.

But you were now treading on a dangerous territory.

His teeth dug into your skin before he let out a moan. “Let me fuck you...”

You angled your hips in order to have him slide out of you. “Tough luck, Dabi. Control yourself better.”

The grin on your face widened when a pair of angry eyes met yours, and the heat coming from his hands increased ever so slightly.

He wasn’t smiling.

Well. Fuck.

He pushed his own hips to meet yours again, but this time he had his cock placed directly between your soaked folds and rubbing up against your clit.

Your grin dropped in an instant, and a he let out a satisfied chuckle. “Not so funny now, right?”

Dabi kept on sliding his cock up and down, coating it in your juices. The wet sounds that filled your ears were enough to have you fists the bedsheets, and it served as a further incentive for him to keep on teasing you.

One hand was placed directly beside your face so he could support himself as the other went to join his cock. The heat coming from is fingers was maddening and he pinched your clit, trapping it and sending jolts of pleasure across your entire body. Goosebumps prickled your skin as you felt a heatwave reach your cheeks. It wasn’t just coming from your own body’s reacting to the stimulation, but also from his own hand.

“Where’s that pretty smile now?” He rasped, focusing on your face twisting from bliss, otherwise he might let his composure falter.

“Dabi... fuck... fuck...”

It was really taxing having to keep his quirk at bay and only allowing a certain amount of heat to flood the palms of his hands. It took a lot from him to having to exert so much self-control. It was twice as demanding having to keep his dick from plunging inside you.

“What do you want, doll?”

“Please... just...”

Not so amusing now that the tables were turned, and you gripped the sheets tighter until your knuckles turned white. You wouldn’t last much longer if he kept sliding his cock in between your pussy lips like that.

Your eyes locked with his, and your opened your mouth in an attempt to say something, but only moans spilled from you.

“Just what?”

He pulled his cock away and replaced it with the palm of his hand. The metallic hoops had heated up significantly and when he dragged a few across your clit, that was when your body reached a new high.

“Oh my — oh my fuck—“

Dabi couldn’t tear his eyes away from you. You looked so delicious, and he didn’t even know how he was being able to withstand the discomfort coming from his cock. He would need to be buried inside you soon. It was such a waste to have you clenching around nothing when you could be milking him instead.

But he wanted you to reach your orgasm first.

He was so used to watching things come undone out of rage, that watching you come undone from the pleasure he gave you just made his cock throb. The thrill of building you up just to have it all crumbling down in the most alluring way possible was something he could not get enough of.

Your body had started writhing and convulsing, forcing him to lean back and press one hand on your hip to keep you in place.

“Good girl... that’s it...”

You had your thighs desperately wrapping around him in the hopes of him filling the emptiness.

Dabi was going insane from how responsive you were being to him. To his quirk. He had grown up forced to live with the remainders of what it had done to him. The thought of having it being used to give someone pleasure was so fucking fascinating. Yes, it was exhausting to keep it at a low intensity, but the high outweighed the exhaustion by far.

The familiar sensation built up more and more, until it washed over you in a deep wave of pleasure. A shriek ripped through your throat from your lungs, and behind closed eyes you could see colors dancing over your vision, accompanying the molten streaks of pure bliss that shot through your entire body with every flick of the metallic hoops on your clit.

Dabi couldn’t resist it any longer.

He needed to feel you.

In one swift motion, he slid his cock balls deep inside you. Your pussy welcomed him with strong and rhythmic contractions that sent his eyes rolling to the back of his head. He had to balance himself on both arms from the sudden overload of pleasure. It was clear he wouldn’t last long. The amount of teasing and foreplay was enough to sent him into overdrive.

Your fingers went up to grip his forearms as if holding on for dear life. Having his cock buried inside your pussy as you came made your mouth drop open. You felt your walls clamp around him viciously. He pulled one of your legs up to rest on his shoulder, spreading you enough before he started slamming against you with such force that the bed started squeaking from the motion.

He was mumbling something, but you couldn’t quite make out what it was as you descended from your peak. Your heart pounded hard against your chest, but still not as hard as he pounded your pussy.

“Stop... squeezing... fuck!”

The overstimulation hit you like a train, and you felt tears stinging your eyes. Your fingers would leave marks on his arms, but you doubted he cared about it.

“D-Dabi... I...” you tried to reign him in, but gave up when his lips crashed into yours.

He was thrusting into you with an animalistic ferocity, all sense of control finally coming to a end. You’d clench around him whenever he hit a sweet spot inside you. The moans that came from within in were so hot that you couldn’t blame your clit for pulsing and your pussy for squeezing his cock.

Suddenly, you felt one hand groping your breast, fully enjoying how it bounced and defied gravity with each snappy strike from his hips. His eyes slid shit and his mouth was hanging open in a silent hiss.

You wanted to bring him over the edge. You wanted him to give it all to you.

To prove your point, you snaked an arm between your bodies and flicked at your clit just so you could your pussy to clench harder around his cock.

You wouldn’t have it any other way.

Through the stings of overstimulation the need to have him come undone for you was just ecstatic.

That it for him. His eyes snapped open and the most beautiful growl rumbled in his chest.

“You are so... fuck...” Was all he managed to say before he began pumping in a final broken rhythm.

“Fill me up...”

The effect those words had on him caught you off guard.

Dabi let out a strangled moan as he buried his cock deep within you. “Oh... fuck...”

He shuddered a few times, emptying himself inside your pussy just like you had encouraged him to. You could feel a few streaks of cum coating your walls, and it almost sent you back to another orgasm.

He was panting heavily above you, cock still lodged inside you. When he looked up to your face he saw a few tears leak from your eyes due to the overwhelming overstimulation. Without thinking, he brought one thumb to wipe a clear droplet from your face.

Dabi no longer remembered how it felt like to cry without physical pain from having bloody tears spilling from where the staples held his skin together.

“Dabi?”

He shook his head and blinked twice. “Sorry...”

You didn’t want him to apologize for this. “It’s okay... don’t be sorry.”

Instead, the young man leaned forward and tasted the salty liquid that smeared your skin, wiping the tears away.

You couldn’t contain the low chuckle that erupted from you. “That tickles...”

He didn’t want to slide out of you just yet. Your warmth was too welcoming and comforting. If he had to find a name for it he’d choose home. Intimacy had been so scary to him. The vulnerability of it all had always frightened him, and for the longest time he didn’t think he would ever have this. Casual sex was good, but sex with someone you had an emotional connection with felt so much better.

Dabi let his body tumble to his side, physical exhaustion finally taking a toll on him. However, he slid one arm over your lower back to keep you tied with him.

His hair was sticking to his forehead from all the sweat, and you took some time to inspect a few strands through hazy eyes.

You gently brushed the damp hair away from his skin. “You need to dye your hair again.”

“Hmm.”

The roots of his white hair were starting to show, and even though you’d love for him to embrace his natural color, you knew this was not something for you to decide.

Some wounds took longer to heal.

His cock was starting to soften inside you, but that had no effect on him.

“Planning on sleeping like this?” You offered, but only half-joking.

His hand thoughtlessly caressed your back, and you shuddered as the metallic rings dragged along your skin. “Actually...”

Wiping a few beads of sweat from your face, you arched a brow. “What?”

A squelching sound filled the room as he slid off of you, and you couldn’t help but to pout at the sudden emptiness.

Dabi, on the other hand, seemed to have something else in mind as he got on his knees again, placing himself in between your legs.

It didn’t take long before you started feeling the warm liquid ooze from you. That definitely earned Dabi’s full attention as he watched in admiration.

“Proud of yourself?” You questioned with a gentle laughter. Just as you were about to prop yourself on both elbows, he had one hand on your shoulder, keeping you in place, as the other hovered near your pussy. “Hey! Dabi...”

“I want to do this...” he whispered, and you couldn’t help but wonder if he was just thinking out loud.

You had a faint idea of what he had planned next, and, if so, it would be something new for you both.

The young man hesitated for a split second before his middle finger joined the index, slowly collecting the few strings of cum that had pooled between you and the sheets. Not even five minutes had passed since your body had been sent into overdrive, and you could feel your insides twist in anticipation and you clit throb from the newfound stimulus.

Dabi paused once more.

Although, you’d been affectionate with each other for over a month now, you could still identify the remnants of his struggles with intimacy in moments like this. It had taken him quite a while to open up to you emotionally. It had taken him a great deal more to give himself to you physically as well.

You couldn’t help the loving smile that tugged at the corners of your mouth. “Go ahead...” two of your fingers rubbed your swollen clit briefly before spreading your pussy lips invitingly.

That was all the incentive he was looking for, and in one swift mention he slide both fingers inside you, dragging his cum back inside once more.

He hissed deliciously when he felt you clamp around him. “Fuck...”

The hand keeping you down faltered, and you immediately seized the opportunity to position yourself in a way that gave you a privileged view of what he was doing to you.

“So much cum... fuck...” Dabi’s words came out in ragged pants as he fingered you slowly. “Don’t clench, doll... it will spill out again.”

“Then stop being so hot...” You half moaned, trying your best to fight against your reflexes. Your pussy was practically on auto-pilot. The obscene sounds that filled the room just made the task so much more difficult.

It didn’t take long before his turquoise eyes darkened and you watched him capture his bottom lip with his canine.

Oh fuck... he was getting hard again.

His cock was twitching ever so slightly, growing before your eager eyes.

“Dabi...” You weren’t even sure of what you wanted to say. The sight alone was enough to have your clit throbbing, but his thumb pressed on it was what had you involuntarily clamp down on his digits in a way that dragged a long groan from him. Even if he was someone who had to ability to mask his true emotions, the pleasure was splattered across his face.

You felt your pulse quicken further and shuddered from all the stimulation.

Knowing fully well you wouldn’t be able to comply with his request, he removed his fingers from inside you at once, bringing out a whine from deep within you.

A faint smile pulled at Dabi’s lips. “So responsive...”

You wrinkled your nose at him. “You’re stalling... please...”

“I’m taking my sweet time with you, doll. What’s the fun in rushing?”

His finger glistened with the mixture of your juices with his cum. Suddenly, his hands went to your ass to positioned you on his thighs. A very effective way of preventing any further leaks, no doubt.

Just as you were about to question why the sudden change in positions, he plunged one single finger back inside your pussy.

“I wonder...” he started out as if lost in contemplation while he coated his fingers once again. “Hmm...”

“Dabi...” you warned him in a low voice.

You were growing impatient. Very impatient. The heat between your legs along with your throbbing clit were driving you absolutely insane.

He was an expert in making you lose your mind, and he’d always use this to his advantage.

His cock was already growing harder and bigger with each passing second. You’d be more than willing to have one more orgasm, and considering the way you were clamping around him, and the blinding heat jolting through your clit and nipples, it wouldn’t take you too long to get there. The young man pressed your clit down with his thumb, circling it with just enough pressure to gather the most delicious moans from you.

“Good girl... you look so hot,” he encouraged, and you felt a pair of fingers spread your pussy lips. “Fuck... I wish you could see this.”

You were so close.

So damn close.

But things with Dabi had a way of rarely going according to plan, and just as you shut your eyes in anticipation for another high, the infuriating sensation of withdrawal made you whine.

“Put that back! Dabi! What the fuck?”

You were left clenching around nothing and he merely chuckled at your distress. “I don’t think I will, doll.”

Propped yourself up on your elbows. “I will end you. Fuck!”

He didn’t really care. Nor did he take you seriously. You sank back into the mattress, wiping the beads of sweat that had formed in your forehead.

“For fuck’s sake...”

You felt the bed shift beneath you as he leaned forward. “Open.”

Wait...

This was new.

Your eyes widened once you understood what he meant. His long index finger was a few inches from touching your lips, a few droplets falling onto your chin. The thick layer of both cum and your wetness covered the entire digit, and you oiled even see some wetness spread along the metal hoops carved into his skin.

Oh. That was fucking hot.

“I won’t ask again,” his demanding voice quickly snapped you out it. “Open. Your. Mouth.”

A part of you wanted to tease him and put up a front just to rule him up, but another part of you — a much more urgent and impatient one — just wanted you to let go and enjoy the ride.

The moment you parted your lips, he promptly shoved his finger inside your wet mouth, faintly teasing your tongue with it.

You suckled on it slowly and sensually, never breaking eye contact with him.

He hissed softly. “How does it taste?”

“You tell me.”

Acting on pure instinct, your hand went to the back of his neck, pulling him into a kiss. Dabi’s widened in sheer surprise as you darted your tongue inside his mouth, allowing him to taste the liquid. You weren’t sure if he was enjoying it, but his body language was pretty telling after a while, so you kept going.

There was something really hot about having Dabi taste his own cum directly from your mouth. Maybe next time you’d have him lap at it from your soaked pussy.

He broke the kiss to take a deep breath, thin threads of spit mixed with cum and your wetness linking both of your lips together.

You smiled teasingly. “Good, right?”

Dabi licked his lips before wiping the excess with the back of his hand. “Well played, doll.”

For a few seconds all you could hear were the ragged pants coming from both of you. You looked down and noticed that his cock was fully hard, probably getting ready for the next round.

“Want me to take care of that?” You wiggled your brows at him.

He followed your stare, but rolled over to fall flat on his back, one hand wrapping around his cock while kicking his sweatpants off.

“It’s okay, doll. I know how much you love watching me jerk off.”

Ah. Damn. He was right.

The metallic hoops provided an interesting friction whenever he applied enough pressure. Considering he had nearly half of his palms covered in a single row of staples he just had to get used to the feeling, and soon enough he had found a way to have those work in his favor.

You shifted on the bed to scoot closer to him, and have your head resting on his heaving chest. As expected, you started feeling his cum leak from your pussy.

The two of you lay there in a comfortable silence for a while, until you felt his heartbeat and breathing evening out against your ear. He was lazily pumping his cock, but it didn’t seem like he was too invested in the task at hand.

You raised your head to look at a very much sleepy Dabi.

An instant loving smile fell on your lips.

“You asleep?”

Was that a smirk on his face? Adorable. “Yes, doll.”

He looked so peaceful. You’d never get over post-sex Dabi. Ever. You had witnessed his full potential as a villain, but you were just now getting to experience firsthand what it felt like to have someone like him opening up to you.

A few more minutes passed by, and you watched as he let go of his softening cock. You took his now free hand in yours and laced your fingers with his.

“You’re changing the sheets.” You mumbled to him when you felt more liquid ooze from you. Not that you actually minded the current predicamen.

He scoffed. “Your pillow talk fucking sucks, doll.”

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lexxiie · 3 years

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Hey-o.

Hope you don't mind me asking. Could you make a hero!Touya x reader? Anything wholesome and fluffy will do.

Hope you have a great and productive day.💚

Omg YES!! I love hero!Touya. Have a beautiful day as well.🤍

Pairing: Touya Todoroki x reader

Genre: fluff

Hero!Touya Todoroki x Reader

First of all, I wanna say that I was struggling on wether to state his hero name as cremation or blueflame (both are translations for dabi) but I decided to go with the latter.

Moving on from that, Touya is a very interesting person.

He isn't as sweet as his little brother Shouto, but he is definitely cooler.

You met Touya at a hero convention.

You work as a reporter, and interviewing one of the heroes on the top 10 would make your boss incredibly happy.

You tried to make it past the hundreds of reporters who had the same idea as you, but it seemed impossible.

Much to your surprise, blueflame himself made his way to you. Why? You had no idea.

When he was finally right in front of you, he dropped to his knees.

You had never been more confused in your entire life.

Until you saw what he was actually doing.

You had some toilet paper attached to your shoe, and he was taking it off.

The embarrassment you felt was completely, utterly immessurable.

"I imagined you would have hated to go home and find out that it was there the whole time" he said while tucking the piece of paper into his suit's pocket. With the biggest smile on his face, as if he was having a blast watching your red face.

He actually said that with a tone that sounded as if he was mocking you.

What a damn bully!

You frowned as you turned around and walked away. No exclusive was important enough to lose your dignity.

You were almost running away, going towards Hawks to try your luck with him, when you felt someone holding your arm and forcing you to turn around.

"You must be terrible at your job. Aren't you supposed to make me some questions?"

"Why should I waste my time with someone with no manners?" You literally saw him smile at this. Is he kidding? What an idiot.

"I'm sorry if I offended you. I was just trying to help. Because I do do my job."

The smirk he gave you after saying that made a vein on your neck snap.

"Fine, you want me to interview you so badly? I will."

His cocky smile made you want to punch him so badly... But you had a better plan.

You proceeded to ask him the most uncomfortable questions you could think of. There were a lot of rumors surrounding the pro hero, and you made sure to address them all.

His smile slowly faded as you kept asking more and more questions.

When the interview was finally over, you walked away again, this time, nothing stopped you as you wore a big smile on your lips.

When the convention was nearing it's end, you decided to treat yourself to a drink at the bar in the auditory.

You sat before the counter, finally relaxing after such a stressful day.

"Well played, reporter." The hero again?

He had said "reporter" almost as an insult, but you didn't mind. You won after all.

"What do you want? Ready for another interview?"

"Ha. Ha. Ha. No. Never again. Actually, I'd like to treat you to dinner."

"As if I would go out with someone with such a big reputation of being a womanizer."

"Oh, right! You seemed very curious about that earlier. Come on, you can run away again if you don't like it. I'll be nice."

"Fine. I'll go just to have one more reason to dislike you."

And the rest is history.

Dating Touya means never getting bored.

And always getting mad.

But in a good way.

Even though his suit is supposed to isolate the heat of his flames, he still gets some terrible burns very often.

Which, by the way, is one of the best kept secrets of the hero world. You were very surprised when you found out, specially since you thought you knew every rumor regarding him.

Tending to his wounds is always a very intimate thing. After you yell at him.

He can feel how much you care about him and that really warms his heart.

Since he met you, he doesn't give a fuck about what the public thinks of him. The only person he wants to make proud, the only person he truly cares to be a hero for, is you.

He tells you everything about his missions, even when they are classified. He just loves that part of the day where he can relax and talk to you.

His relationship with his dad is pretty caothic, to say the least. He complains about him all the time and it's very rude to him, which makes family reunions very uncomfortable.

However, Fuyumi and you are great friends and Rei adores you because she can tell that you make his son happy.

You adore little Shouto. And he really likes you too.

Touya loves him too. You know it, Shouto knows it, but he is a total bully when it comes to him.

He claimes that "the kid is way too spoiled and needs someone who keeps him in line."

You sometimes invite Shouto to the movies with both of you while Touya complains because, according to him, he only gets a couple of free days and he has no intentions of spending them with a brat.

When you two moved together, he decided to buy a new apartment in the middle of the city so that you were closer to your job. The apartment has some beautiful big windows where you both spend hours admiring the city.

He calls you Ms. Todoroki to tease you... Or so he says.

He is actually trying to figure out if you would be willing to marry him.

Contrary with what he makes people believe, he is an insecure man. He fears that you might realize that you deserve better and leave him.

He can't sleep without you. It makes him anxious. He constantly fears that the public might find out about blueflame's girlfriend and someone targeting you.

The amount of girls thirsting over blueflame it's crazy. It does annoy you a bit.

He likes that, though. He likes it when you are jealous.

However, any man who dares to look your way must prepare himself to be burnt to ashes. Not a very hero-like behavior from his part but he doesn't give a fuck.

You both live off fast food. Or at least food that you buy somewhere because none of you has time to cook and he doesn't know how to.

You only make you own food for breakfast or on weekends.

He always gets home late from work, so he makes sure to buy something at your favourite restaurant.

He loves to take baths with you, which is a problem because he likes to shower with cold water.

He always gives you a kiss before he leaves to work. Most of the times you are still asleep.

Such an obscene man. His dirty jokes never seem to have an end.

Even though you must be kept a secret form the public, you go with him to every hero event. He always recieves a lot of teasing from his colleagues about you. Specially from Hawks.

He used to think his biggest achievement was being a hero, but now he is sure that it's being loved by you.

He is just incredibly proud of being your boyfriend. He wishes he could brag about it to the whole world.

He sometimes takes you in his arms randomly and starts dancing around your apartment.

When you get mad at him, he places your favourite tea flavour at the top of the cupboard so that you have to ask him for help.

Remember what I said about his dirty comments?

"You know, doll? I wish I could be a sword so I could bury mysel-"

"Shut the hell up, idiot."

Enji doesn't like you because he says you are a distraction to Touya.

This always leads to terrible discussions between both of them that always end with: "I swear I'll dance on your grave, senile old man!"

Touya knows Enji is right. You are a distraction.

He would leave it all behind for you, but he doesn't care. It would be worth it.

You are his everything, and he'll always do whatever he needs to do to make you happy. He wants to spend the rest of his life by your side.

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monst · 4 years

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Taking a dip

All characters 18+

Hawks (Takami Keigo), Todoroki Shouto, Deku (Midoriya Izuku), Dabi X reader

Warnings: Sexy time actions/themes, Voyeurism, Exhibitionism, Dubcon (Dabi & Hawks). Mutual masterbation (Deku), Shenanigans (Shouto & Hawks)

“Can I request some nsfw Onsen hc’s for Dabi Todo Deku and Hawks pls?”

Dabi

You were ecstatic, so much so that you hummed rather loudly as you peeled off your clothes. You hadn’t been on a vacation since you became a hero and that was years ago. Your agency had sent you on mandatory leave to a remote mountain in the countryside of Kyoto. You were spending a week at Kinosaki onsen and you hadn’t felt more relaxed in ages.

It was like stepping into the past. One without superpowered villains, without technology to remind you of recent horrors and most importantly there weren’t many people. You really appreciated the cooler weather, thanking it for keeping tourists away. A pleased sigh slipped past your lips when you sunk into the steamy water. The warm liquid quickly eased your tense muscles and you moaned contently.

Two local girls were soaking not far from you and they quickly initiated conversation, they asked about the scars you bore, and were pleasantly surprised and delighted to be bathing with a top pro hero. They stayed a while longer but ultimately decided to call it a day and they waved you goodbye. And then you were alone…

You sighed deeply enjoying the cool night air on your face as the water enveloped your form. After a while you rested your arms on a couple of rocks, your head nestled in between them. ‘I could literally fall asleep here.’ You mused. There was a slide of a door but you didn’t turn back, you kept your back to the new arrival thinking that you should give her privacy as she shed her towel and slipped into the water.

“I thought I’d be in here alone~” You heard a very familiar voice drawl. You had never turned so quickly in water.. Your facial expression changed about a million times in a couple of seconds as you settled for glaring at the villain. The scarred man had a lazy grin set upon his lips as he looked you over. “What? Not gonna yell, pervert and cover yourself?” He teased.

You scoffed, like hell were you going to show any weakness in front of Dabi. He thrived off of people fearing him that and you wanted him to see the nasty burn he left you with a couple months prior. “What the fuck are you doing here?” You hissed, your mind was already conjuring up various scenarios on how to take him down. However, the lanky man just leaned back against a rock formation and sighed.

“Relax dollface.” He hummed. “I’m not here to pick a fight. Every villain needs some time off every so often.” You rolled your eyes, body still tense. Dabi made himself comfortable and your eyes shifted over him in suspicion. He didn’t seem like he was here to finish cremating you… And you didn’t feel like fighting nude. You hated his guts but you supposed, you could just leave it alone for now. Even though his presence had soured your mood, you hadn’t moved from your spot to leave.

“...I swear life hates me.” You grumbled sinking your body into the water up to your chin. It was then that Dabi’s brilliantly blue eyes shifted back to you. His shit eating grin annoyed you. “Ughh out of all places.” You frowned. “Your lucky I’m on vacation otherwise I would have flayed your skinny ass.” His silence was bothering you. “Why couldn’t you have gone to the men's side.” You groaned. He snickered at that, “Well doll~ There’s a couple old geezers in there who’d recognize me and I was under the assumption that there was no one here.” “Don’t lie.” You fumed. “You got me. I saw your name on the roster and decided to pay one of my favorite heroes an impromptu visit.” You wished you could wipe the smug grin off his face. After another moment of silence you noticed he was closer by a foot. “Dabi I swear if you're up to something.” You hissed.

“Relax~ We’re on a ceasefire hero.” “Well then stay where you are…. I’m watching you.” Your eyes narrowed and you made the mistake of making it obvious that you stepped back. “I’m flattered.” He moved a bit closer. “I..I didn’t mean it like that.” You stuttered. ..Fuck.. Your breath was caught as he neared you, little waves slapping against your skin softly. His cerulean gaze was set on your form, water dripping from his lean form and for a moment, for a teeny tiny second your mind whispered something absurd. He’s fucking hot. You squashed the thought.

He was arms length away and you glared at him furiously. You felt your nostrils flare in anger as he looked down at your bare body. “I think I prefer you out of costume.” he hummed. Words seemed to have escaped you as you thought about a million ways you could kill- Your eyes widened when the tips of his fingers brushed against the burn scar on your shoulder. “This is one nasty scar doll~” Without a second thought you lifted your hand ready to bring it across his face…. He nestled your wrist in his hand, a coy smile curling his lips.

You felt your heart thump loudly, you had found yourself in a very unfavorable position and you cried out softly when he lifted your hand away from your body. Your other hand came to push against his chest but he only closed the distance between your wet bodies. His other hand slid down your body and rested on your hip. It was then that you felt something pressing against your belly and your face felt like it was on fire. A gasp escaped your lips when he leaned in, his nose against yours. “I’ve always wanted to fuck my favorite little hero~”

“I will knee you right here right now Dabi. Let. Go.” He laughed at your breathy threat. “I mean it, there’s no way I’ll let a scummy villain-” “Come on (Name)~” He purred. “People are supposed to do wild shit on vacation.”

Todoroki Shoto

Shouto sighed in annoyance. He had been sitting in the changing room for almost an hour now. His arms were crossed over his broad chest, pale fingers tapping against beefy biceps. “Calm down hon.” You laughed plopping down next to him on the wooden bench. He looked over to you and his hand quickly shot out to pull your towel up higher. “I am calm.” He muttered. “Ha.” You scoffed. “Remember we’re out here because you want us to be.” You teased.

The tips of his ears reddened in embarrassment at the truth of the matter. See your husband and you had planned to go to the springs for the weekend. And at your insistence you wanted to go to the mix gendered area so that you could be together. So then he tried to book it so that it’d only be you two. With his money and statues it wasn’t an issue but sadly your good friends had tagged along and now Midoriya, Uraraka, Tsuyu and Tenya were sitting in the hot water. The issue? Well he didn’t care for other people looking at you while you were nude. Therefore he was going to wait them out..

“Ughh Shouto they’re our friends, it’s not a big deal. Besides it’s not like I’m going to be completely nakey.” He knew that, but that didn’t mean he was okay with it. “You know that’s not the issue…” He flushed, looking down at the marks that still lingered on your skin. There was no way his friends wouldn’t notice the indentation of teeth littering your delicate flesh… He may have gotten carried away last night.

You put your hand on his thigh and looked at him seriously. “Sho…. You do realize that our friends know we have sex right?” This elicited an eye roll from the hero. “”Doesn’t mean they need to know every single detail of it.” He countered. “But we shouldn’t keep secrets from our friends.” You teased, giving him your most innocent look. Grey and blue eyes narrowed at the tone and before he could get out a word you dropped your towel and shimmied away towards the sliding door.

“H-Hey!?” He blushed, red consuming his face when you shed your bra. “What? We need them to see everything~” His eyes roamed your exposed flesh, his lips pursed as you began to slide out of your panties. Shouto groaned, your frisky behavior knew no bounds. You wiggled your fingers towards the door and he rose a challenging brow in a silent dare. You scoffed, he was trying to call your bluff. ‘Jokes on him I’m not bluff- “What the?” The door wouldn’t budge. It was then that you saw the ice.

Just as you turned around to confront him you were met with a blanket of blue. You couldn’t help the laugh that escaped your lips as he tried to cover your nude form. You weren’t making it easy for him squirming against him as he tried to knot the towel around you. In your breathless wiggles you felt something...interesting. A sly grin slid onto your face, your hand palming his hardening length. His response was immediate, caught off guard he dropped the towel a low groan passing pale pink lips.

“You little liar~” You snickered. “Is this?” You pressed down harder for emphasis. “The reason you don’t want me going out there like this?” Shouto’s gaze set your skin aflame, his lips seared kisses onto your neck, hands kneading the pulpy flesh of your breasts. Your hand slipped underneath his briefs and you began to slowly glide your hand up and down his shaft. “Ah~” He nipped at your neck, stimulating the still tender bites from yesterday.

At the sound he pushed you up against the door, a thick thigh wedging itself between your legs. You wasted no time in trying to grind against the muscular leg his name leaving your lips in a soft whisper. HIs hot breath blew into your ear “I was trying to stop this from happening, in there, in front of all of them. But it seems like that’s what you want… You want them to see how well your tight cunt takes my cock?” You keened at the thought. “Sh-

Whatever he was going to say next was cut off…. By the door sliding open. The fall was muted by Shouto’s quick reflexes and you bounced off his hard chest. He let out a groan and you looked up to meet various pairs of wide eyes. “Hey...Guys… What’s up?” “Not to be rude.. But when are you all leaving?” Shouto added.

Deku -Midoriya Izuku

“Ah~” You sighed in complete bliss as you dipped yourself into the warm heat of the water. You were in heaven~ “Thanks Deku!” You called out to your boss, knowing that the wall separating the both of you wasn’t soundproof. You heard the hero sputter a thanks. You let the hot water penetrate your sore limbs as you chatted with a couple. It wasn’t long before you were listening to their life’s story.

Deku sat alone on his side. Unbeknownst to you he had bought out the entire area knowing how hectic things would have gotten if his fans knew he was there…. Well that was the excuse he told the people at the front desk. Truth was, he had a much more shady reason. You see he was very much interested in his sidekick.

He respected you as a hero, you were strong and valuable but lately he’s been wanting to do more than just hero work with you. He found you incredibly attractive, to the point where it was hard for him to concentrate. And more often than naught he’d find himself fantasising about you, while writing reports he’d think of you coming in, tossing everything off the desk “Hah~” He covered his mouth at the sound. Or when the both of you were patrolling, God how he just wanted to push you into an alley and tear that tight costume from your body and fuck you sensless.

You were just so damn perfect. And he felt so disgusting for what he was doing but he was no longer thinking straight, all of his thoughts went to his dripping length. Red blossomed across his cheeks as he sat atop the rocks by the wall,his hand leisurely stroking his stiff cock. Emerald eyes drank in your form from the crack in the wall. You had been left alone and you took to floating atop the water giving him a great view.

You sunk back down and peered at the wall curiously, unknowingly making the green haired man tense. “Hey Deku?” You called. “Y-yeah?” He stuttered. “You okay? You’ve been making strange sounds for a while now…. Is the water stringing your more recent wounds?” “N-Nooh~” Your eyes widened at the word. ‘D-did he just?... No..That-’ You cut off your train of thought and decided to approach the wall to investigate. The closer you got the more clear the sound was. You felt your face grow warm at the rhythmic sound.

Izuku wanted to stop but the thought of you knowing what he was doing was boiling his blood, his mind was conjuring up infinite scenarios. He wondered if you’d think he was disgusting, would you berate him for it? Join him? Would your hands remove his and would your mouth replace- “Hnngh” His eyes were shut by now and his quick gasps had heat warming in your belly. “Ah~ F-fuck.” He moaned shamelessly. “(N-Name)~” he gasped quietly as he dropped his other hand to cup his balls.

“Holy shit.” You breathed, you climbed onto the rocks and you felt your cunt pulse at the sight. You peered through the same crack he had been observing you from and your face felt like lava at the realization. Ever so slowly you began to slide your hands across your hot body. You mapped the curves of your body, kneading and stroking your way up and down the slippery flesh; your eyes fixed on the show in front of you.

When you reached your pussy, you realized how wet you were and your gasp alerted Deku. Green met (e/c) as you both stared at each other in embarrassment and desire. Silence was threatening to kill the mood until you saw Izuku buck into his hand and resume his slow pace. You sat back making sure to position yourself in a way that you wouldn't fall. Tentatively your hand slid back down to your drooling cunt, and Deku’s breath caught as he watched your fingers swirl around your clit.

“Hnn (N-Name) You so fucking sexy.” He mewled when you slipped in two fingers, your velvety walls accepting them graciously. You whined as you set a good pace. “I-Izuku~” You moaned. It was as if his mind went blank when you said his name and without a second thought he scaled the wall...

Hawks -Takami Keigo

You groaned in annoyance, you had been pushing through branches, and tripping on roots for a while now and still no sight of him. Your puffs of air were visible as you trudged along the mountain trails. The chilly air nipped at your skin as you tried to look for tracks. ‘Nothing.’ You had lost him. “Hawks!?” You shouted, looking up towards the sky. There were no red feathers in sight…

You continued to walk and call out for the hero. You wondered if the villain you were chasing had shot him out of the sky. Worry filled your being at the thought and you ignored the way the low branches snagged at your clothes as you picked up the pace, his hero name and occasionally his name being the only sound amidst the natural woodland sounds. After a couple of minutes you finally found him…. And the villain…

“You idiot.” You huffed. “I thought he got you. And what the fuck are you doing?!” You seethed. The blonde sat in a natural spring clothes strewn across a couple branches, the villain? Unconscious and strapped to a tree like a victim of the monster from the ritual. In reply the cheeky hero just crossed his arms behind his head and leaned back. You averted your eyes to give him some privacy and went to gather the discarded articles of clothing. “Stop fucking around, we need to take this guy in.”

“Oh C’mon (Name)~ I never get to relax, just a couple more minutes?” He whined. You rolled your eyes but allowed him to continue his soak. You picked at your nails as you looked up at the man hanging awkwardly from the tree. ‘He’s going to be so sore when he wakes up. Serves hi-’ Your thoughts were cut off by the sound of water moving and the teasing baritone of the number two hero. “Hey why don’t you join me?” You could hear the smirk in his voice.

You turned to glare at him, you jumped in surprise he was leaning against a rock close to wear you sat. In your shock you forgot to answer and instead took in the sight of his lean form. Sunlight peeked in from in between the leaves and they hit the water droplets on his chest making the man look ethereal. His strong frame was practically glowing and your tongue slipped out to wet your lips. Hawks grinned, loving the way you were blatantly checking him out. “Is that a yes?” He rumbled. A fire was lit beneath your cheeks and you scoffed. “No. Now hurry the fuck up s-so that we can go.”

The bird in the bath just cocked his head to the side, a mischievous smirk sliding onto his face like melted butter. It was both a blessing and a curse but Keigo was undeniably too fast. You shrieked when your body came in contact with the water. Your clothes immediately absorbing the moisture and becoming heavy. “Keigo!? What the f-Ah! H-hey!” Thick red curtains blocked your exit as his fingers worked at removing your wet clothes.

He undressed, you quite easily tossing the clothes onto the rocks you had previously sat on. Once you were completely nude he pulled back a satisfied grin stretching his pale pink lips. “There.” You shot him a heated glare. He spoke as if he had done you a great service and you’d be damned if you didn’t chew him out for this. “Y..Wh- Arghghh” So eloquent you were in your anger. “See this is your problem birdy, You don’t know how to relax~” He hummed.

“Relax? Relax!? ReLaX!?” You hissed. “I’m fucking naked, in a pool in the middle of no where, far from civilization, my clothes are wet and it’s cold as balls and that fucking villain’s getting front row seats to my impromptu fans only?!” You seethed. Your anger spiking when he only laughed. “I’m going to kill you.” You muttered hugging your arms across your chest, trying not to flash him more than you already had. Keigo was going to be the death of you.

Hawks absolutely loved setting you off, Your short fuse was just too tempting to light. It was a juvenile way of showing his attraction, teasing the ever living hell out of you till you imploded. He waded over to your infuriated form a smile playing at his lips when your fiery eyes met, he held his hand up in mock surrender as he approached. You eyed him warily, body tense when he leaned on the rock next to you. ‘He’s quiet… Too quiet…’

“...(Name)?” He began. A harsh what had him biting his lip to conceal a smile. “I may have went a bit too far, sorry.” You let out a sharp exhale through your nose, brows furrowed as you avoided his pouty ‘sorry’ face. He was notorious for pulling stunts like this and flashing you his innocent repenting angel face. You wouldn’t fall for it. “Sorry isn’t going to dry my clothes.” You sassed. He sighed a frown touching his lips. You were rigid when his strong arms pulled you to him, your back resting against his firm chest.

“Okay, I messed up.” He whispered. He thought about how you could get sick and his arms tightened around your frame. “So..? What do you suppose we do?” He asked. “Call the authorities to our location?” You mused, thinking of how you could just put your clothes back on and wait in the water till aid came. The winged hero reached over the rocks to grab his phone and shared his location along with instructions. “Hmm two hours.” He relayed sinking a bit more into the water.

“We’re going to be so pruny when they get here.” You snickered. “Well I guess we can just make the most of it till then.” You hummed. “Unless?” You heard him mutter. “Unless what?” He then pulled your body flush against his, the curve of your ass brushing against the ‘unless’... “T-The villain is right there?!” You sputtered. “So?” …..Keigo was going to be the death of you.

#dabi x reader #todoroki shouto x reader #deku x reader #hawks x reader #dabi smut #shoto todoroki smut #deku smut #hawks smut #dabi x reader smut #shoto x reader smut #midoriya smut #midoriya izuku x reader #midoriya izuku smut #takami keigo smut #takami keigo x reader

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keilemlucent · 4 years

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THAT ANGST DRABBLE WITH HAWKS CHEATING HURTS ME IN THE GUT. Do you think you can write a part two where we get with dabi? And maybe Keigo sees? THE MORE HURT KEIGO IS, THE BETTER. (I dont think he’d cheat irl though. I doubt birdboy’s trust issues would let him get a partner let alone betray them) Anyways I love you and your writing <3

thank u for the love anon :’^) here’s some nasty revenge dabi x reader while burning (lol) hawks. the aftermath of this drabble

warning: mentions of cheating, degradation, the nasty, this is just sorta mean

|| part 1 || part 2 || part 3 || part 4 (final) ||

“Oh, baby, you’re so wet for me already. I bet he could never get you this turned on, could he?”

Dabi sneered it all into your ear, tongue lolling out and dripping spittle down your neck. It would’ve been gross, maybe, if it didn’t feel so fucking good. Not to mention true.

It had been a long time since Keigo had properly fucked you. Maybe a bit of meaningless phone sex between missions, an occasional blowjob under his desk at his agency that always left you unsatisfied. Perched on Dabi’s lap, lips already kiss-bruised and slick, you felt cared about for the first time in months.

“Dabi, what the fuck is this?” Keigo’s voice echoed scratchy from the phone nearby on the sheets. Morosely, his contact was an old photo of the two of you, smiling and pressed against each other, a photo from an old vacation the two of you had taken. Looking at the picture made your eyes burn. Your nose scrunched, blinking back the angry, grieving tears that teetered close to falling.

“Hey dumbass, don’t think about that fuck right now, focus on me,” Dabi tightened his grip on your hips, hand nearly searing your skin, but fuck if it didn’t feel good. You already felt yourself going mushy in his arms, mind beginning to jelly with his warmth and his insistent touches. You welcomed it. Anything to help burn away Keigo from your mind.

Fucking Dabi was probably the lowest blow you could make to Keigo, right? Calling him to listen in on your fuck sesh’ was also fairly low, but considering how Keigo had yet to hang up the call and how long Dabi had been toying with you on his lap, you couldn’t feel all that bad.

Might as well rub salt in as many of Keigo’s wounds as you could.

You grabbed the front of Dabi’s shirt, “Make me.”

One measly hookup with a villain wasn’t anything compared to the bullshit Keigo had been pulling for months. Days of no-contact, canceled plans, lost time— presumably all to fuck his heart out with someone else.

Bastard.

Dabi’s shoved two fingers into your cunt, up to the knuckle, without any sort of pause. You clenched, shuddering out a high moan sure to cut through the static of the phone call. He only snickered, curling his fingers and nipping at your jaw, “This get your attention, baby?”

You nodded, sucking in a moan and tucking your face into Dabi’s neck. You tongued at his staples, feeling him shudder beneath you. Even the last few, unsatisfactory times you’d been able to fuck around with Keigo, it had never felt this good. Every one of his touches had felt empty and manufactured. He rarely made sound, looking back, simply thrusting until he came all over your chest. Occasionally, he’d help you come. More often then not, he’d toss you an old t-shirt and re robe to go ‘do hero things’ or something or other.

It stung, to know that he was probably saving his stamina to fuck the little scrap you’d found him with.

Dabi’s thin fingers massaging your g spot and his growling voice singing you sweet praises, anything and everything Keigo had given you seemed to dull in comparison. Maybe it was a good thing you caught Keigo in the act, now you had plenty of new things to try, to folks to fuck.

“Dove, please stop, listen to me,” Keigo sounded broken over the phone. Maybe he was even crying. Good.

“‘Oh, please little bird, please listen to me!’“ Dabi mocked him, high and scratchy, sucking a violet bruise onto your collarbone.

You let Dabi fuck with Keigo to his hearts content. Based on the sweltering bulge pressing against your cunt, you and Dabi were getting off on it.

“Fuck you, Keigo. Fuck. You.” The words came out with so much venom, it stunned all of you. Keigo into silence, sniffles echoing from the line. You into some vitriol-filled sneer, and Dabi? He was rolling his hips up into yours, fingers leaving your cunt and wiped off on your bare tits.

“Talk like that more, baby. You’re so hot like this.” Dabi groaned, pupils blown wide with lust. “Tell him why he’s such a bastard.”

“Wait, (Y/N), please, I promise I can—” Keigo pleaded like he deserved any kindness.

“Promise you can what? Explain why you lied to me, for months?!” You dropped your hips overs Dabi’s, his thumb rolling over your covered clit.

You didn’t let Keigo respond, “Can you explain why I found you fucking some other cunt in our kitchen?! Where else had you had her in our house, Keigo?”

“I — “

Keigo truly didn’t have anything he could say to soothe your wounds. The only things that were going to bring you pleasure was verbally curb-stomping your ex and the villain whose lap you were straddled and dripping all over.

You messily pulled Dabi’s cock out from his boxer briefs. It slapped against his lower belly, showing off the ribbing and barbells of his piercings. Your eyes widened, Keigo still babbling over the line.

“Like what you see?” Dabi cocked his head, far too smug for how angry you were.

Keigo went silent.

You grabbed around Dabi throat, constricting the sides of his neck. Dragging his face closer, you let your anger pour out. “Shut up and fuck me. Fuck me better than him.”

A blissed-out smile forms on his face as you drop onto his cock, slowly lowering your with ragged breaths. He seemed more than happy to rub his new partner into the face of his foe, literally and metaphorically.

Dabi stretched and fumbled for the phone, holding your mouth near the receiving so Keigo could catch every little whine and keen you gave as you stretched around the girth of Dabi’s cock.

“You hear that?” Dabi pressed the phone into the fat of your cheek. “Your little ‘dove’ is gonna get a better pounding than you could ever dish out, huh?”

You nodded, whining and you managed to fully seat yourself, twitching as the piercings at the head of Dabi’s cock pressed against your cervix.

Maybe it was a little too much, all of it. Yet, as Keigo begged you for forgiveness (ha) Dabi began to fuck up into whispering how you were ‘far too good of a fuck to be wasted on a bastard bird’, you couldn’t bring yourself to care. It all felt too good.

#Anonymous #salem writes #drabble #dabi x reader #hawks x reader #dabi x reader x hawks #god idk how to tag this #anyways #enjoy <333

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delvine · 3 years

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the garden that is your skin

a/n: this is a part 2! if you haven’t read part one, be sure to do so! i’m not fully sure yet if this is going to stay on a weekly pace, but let’s enjoy it while it lasts. hope you enjoy it! warning: none! pairing: dabi x hero!reader soulmate au where around the age 4 til 8, a tattoo of a flower appears on your body. the place where the tattoo is, is where your soulmate touches you first. word count: 2.7k

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‘So, do you know what that might mean?’ Dabi asked Mr. Compress, talking about the feeling he got when he touched you. He was back in the hideout of the league, with Compress being the only one there. ‘Well, I am not as well known with the topic as others, but it sounds like you met your soulmate back there.’ That conclusion made Dabi snort, thinking it was a joke. You, a hero, as his soulmate? That would be a sick joke made by fate itself. The absolute irony. His purpose was to burn the world and bring everything down with it and yours was to stop him and everyone beside him to ‘save’ everyone. And then to be destined for each other? Yeah right. But the ‘just kidding’ Dabi thought he’d hear by now, was still not coming. ‘You can’t be serious,’ Dabi snarled at the magician. ‘I’m only telling you my thoughts based on your business, Dabi. I ain’t no expert, but it sounds an awful lot like those many corny romcom scenarios.’

Dabi scoffed at his defense, but kept his mouth shut. He would have to figure it out himself. His tattoo appeared when he was six years old. It was a beautiful water lily placed on his chest. He wasn’t that interested in the meaning behind it or in soulmates in general. He never thought he’d actually meet his soulmate and as he grew older he didn’t want to either. He figured his soulmate would be a waste of his time and only focused on his ideologies and end goals. But seeing you and feeling the warmth coming from the two of you, he felt both conflicted and enchanted. The world felt colder than usual when you separated yourself from him and fled. He thought it was because of the waterblast, but even after drying himself up it was still colder than it was before he touched you. You must’ve felt the same thing, he was sure of that. What was going on in your head? He’d wonder, but before his own thoughts would answer that question, he took a shot and stood up. ‘I’m gone for the night. Sleep tight, Compress.’

‘Wait- Wait- Wait. So what I think you’re trying to say is you found love in a hopeless place?’ Semi exclaimed excitedly over the phone and you chuckled at their joke. You couldn’t go to sleep with your thoughts and feelings unshared with your best friend. ‘I literally found love in an alleyway, yeah,’ you joked and you could hear them laughing. ‘Ok but seriously. Who are they? Are they hot? Why were you in an alleyway?’ Semi bombarded you with their questions and you were debating in your head if you should tell them. But the little doubt you had was washed away as you reminded yourself that Semi has kept many of your secrets since middle school and would probably take those secrets to their grave. So you told them. The entire situation. The fact that your soulmate was a villain. The warm feeling of home you got when he touched. The only thing you didn’t tell them was his name, Dabi. You thought it was better to tell Semi that in person. Semi sympathized for you, now realizing how privileged they actually were when it came to them & their soulmate, Hinishi. Their meeting was almost perfect and basically what everyone wanted. Semi & Hinishi fitted like two puzzle pieces, sharing the same beliefs and views on the world and only having differences that uplift each other. Why wasn’t fate like that to everyone, especially someone like you? You are both a hero and a nurse, with the purpose to help and heal others and you did so with pleasure. You did so much for others. So why would the universe bound you to a villain, who is basically against everything you stand for? It was unfair to you.

But when Semi voiced those thoughts that were racing in their brain, you objected to them. In the moment of you and Dabi touching, you didn’t see a villain. You saw him, a person, your person. It felt like every label and every moral melted away. There was no such thing as heroes and villains, good and bad or right and wrong. It was just him and you. Semi took your disagreement in mind, they really didn’t know what you were feeling. Nonetheless they tried to be there for you. ‘We’ll talk about this more with some boba tea, tomorrow?’ They suggested and you smiled at their offer, but reminded yourself of your shift as a nurse. ‘I have work tomorrow though. Maybe the day after, I’ll even wait for you to end your shift,’ you offered and they agreed before hanging up on you. The call ended and you checked the time: 2:22 am. You set your phone aside and finally went to sleep, your mind a little less jumbled up.

‘I just want you to know, this is a safe space. I’ll not obligate you to answer a question if you don’t want to,’ the interviewer asked you and you nodded. You felt safe yet scared at the same time. In the dark room you were in, you could only see the reporter and a light that shined upon you. You could feel the cameras focusing on you and you felt horrified, but you had to. You needed to explain or at least do anything, but stay silent. ‘I’m ready for any question as long as you are ready to ask them,’ you said with a smile and she smiled back at you. ‘Right. So starting with our first question: do you love him?’ You blinked in surprise and the serious tone she asked you the question. The tension began to rise, the cameras were focusing on you more and the kind smile the interviewer gave you faded away completely. ‘I’m sorry, what?’ ‘Do you love him, Y/N?’

You woke up in a cold sweat, eyes wide and body tense, but you immediately relaxed as you realized it was a dream. You grabbed and got a hold of your phone to check the time, 4:59 am. You threw it back on your night stand, groaning as you buried your face in your pillow, trying to drift off to sleep again.

‘Finally made it. I knew you had to show up,’ he said. Dabi. You sat next to him, taking in where you were, slowly realising this was your house, but slightly distorted. ‘What took you so long, huh? Had a nightmare?’ ‘It probably was. It felt really out of place,’ You answered, shifting your body to face him. The living room you two were in was dimly lit, but you could still see him. His eyes were the first thing that caught your attention. It wasn’t obvious, but you swore that they were brighter than in real life, showing his blue shade a lot more clearly. He was handsome. Beautiful even. ‘Pictures last a lot longer. Maybe you should take some,’ he said with a smirk, but you knew he was admiring your features just as much as you were his. ‘Maybe you should take your own advice, firecracker,’ you retorted and he chuckled at the nickname. It fell silent, neither of you knowing what to say. You were thinking, as much as you would when you were awake. Why were you dreaming of this? Of him? Why was he your soulmate? What does he want from you now?

‘You really shouldn’t overthink so much, sweet cheeks.’ You looked up at him, questionably. Sweet cheeks. Was he making peace with the fact you were his soulmate? ‘I did a little research on...this whole thing. Never was the one to actually get into it. I was never interested in it. Nonetheless, once soulmates meet and finally touch, they feel a certain emotion. That emotion is what they need most in life, what they’re missing without even knowing it yet. It can differ between soulmates, but for the majority of the population that have a soulmate the emotion is the same,’ he explained and you listened carefully, ‘So when soulmates split, the longing for that feeling and the soulmate themselves starts to build up and increase in the unconscious mind. The conscious mind really depends on how stubborn you are to fate. But the best our unconsciousness can do is bring us together in the time they’re most active, which is when we’re sleeping. So I think that’s why we’re dreaming of each other right now.’

You hummed at his answer to your question. You didn’t make a big deal of how he could know your thoughts, maybe it was because it was a shared dream. You didn’t look at him, scared your feelings might lose control. You didn’t even know what to think of him now. Did you hate him? Did you love him already? You didn’t know All you knew was that the universe was testing your priorities and you hated it for that. ‘Hey,’ Dabi said and you turned your attention back on him. He leaned in to get closer to you, faces as close as they were when he reached for your arm. Your body became warmer again, the new feeling of home started to rise in your chest though you didn’t want to. ‘I don’t know why I’m your soulmate or why you are my soulmate. Guess that’s up to us to figure out why, angel.’

You blinked at him. First sweet cheeks, now angel. Is he actually making peace with this? You heard of Dabi and him being one of the most sadistic among the league of villains, taunting heroes and making them question their beliefs. So seeing him like this was surprising to you. Was he underestimating you just because you’re his soulmate?

‘Wait, but how are you so okay with this? I was one of your enemies just a couple hours ago,’ you asked with slight frustration. Your mind reminded yourself who you are, a hero. And with him being a villain, how the hell could you guys make this work? He held up his shoulders. ‘I’m not fully okay with it, at least not yet. You definitely seem a lot more weary & stubborn about this than I am, which is quite surprising. Tell me,’ he says, before leaning in closer to you, his lips close to brushing your ear. ‘Am I really that bad for a soulmate or is this wall you’re holding up just a facade?’ he whispered in your ear which sent shivers down your spine. You had no idea how to respond to his question. Maybe you simply didn’t know the answer, but a small part of you did. You were just too stubborn to face it.

‘I don’t want much from you, by the way. Just your true honest answer. You’re not the only one with questions, you know?’ ‘What do you wanna ask me?’ ‘Just a few questions about your position. Your job, as the system likes to call it,’ Dabi says to clarify the theme of his questions. You nodded in understanding, you had nothing to hide when it came to your duties. ‘First, what exactly do you do it for?’

Not that hard of a first question, but still you had to think about it. ‘My main motivation is just..to help people. I guess all heroes have that motivation, but I never really was focused on anything else. Not to defeat the villains or even for the money or fame. I just felt an urge to actually help and save people. My quirk’s main focus is to heal and I think with such a beautiful and helpful ability, it’d be a shame to put it to waste. I guess that’s also why I couldn’t leave it to only being a pro-hero and also becoming a nurse.’

You could feel him staring at you while you were thinking out loud. He listened carefully, maybe a bit judgmentally, but you didn’t mind. ‘Is that why you’re not that violent?’ ‘I believe so, yeah. In my own opinion, a hero should see violence as the worst case scenario. But I guess both heroes and villains thrive off of it.’

‘And what do you think the end goal is for villains?’ Dabi asks you. His voice was soft and it almost sounded like a whisper. It sounded hopeful, maybe even desperate for you to give him the right answer. Was this a trick question? The question that is the main reason why heroes and villains are not the same nor on the same page. You took a deep breath and processed the question, before answering. ‘I think every villain would answer it differently, but to put it in one sentence, I think most of you want to be heard. No, you want to be listened to. I haven’t gotten close to one, but I think most of you became villains because you all were set aside, abandoned, ignored. There’s a lot more than sadness and sorrow to the people that have overcome that and when there’s no one who volunteers to listen you have to make people listen.’

After you gave your answer you saw the hurricane of blue flames & lavender colored water that surrounded you and Dabi. The fire and water were not clashing, they were flying next to each other. Not mending, like they knew they would both vanish if they did. But Dabi was not paying attention to that, he was focused on you. You only gave him the answers he would never have thought to hear out of a hero’s mouth. You understood and got to the core of being a real hero without even realizing it, you are a hero. And that absolutely infuriated him. You were so good, yet you’d been given no attention. Not even close to being one of the top heroes. It made him realize that the hero system is so corrupt to the point that they would silence the actual good. The heroes that thought for themselves and included everyone in the saving, even the villains.

You could feel it, his anger, but you knew taming it would be like wanting to put out a fire but only having gasoline in your hands. So you let his anger be as you felt yourself waking up. ‘You’re going?’ Dabi asked, though he already knew the answer. You could see the disappointment in his face and you felt guilty and disappointed as well. There was still so much to talk about, still so much to explain, but you heard your alarm getting louder and louder. ‘I can try to stay if you want-’ ‘It’s fine, doll face. You can’t do much about it anyway,’ he said and you gave him a soft smile. ‘Have a great day, Dabi.’

‘You too, Aquamarine.’

You opened your eyes and though you knew it was a dream, you still felt disappointed. You have only talked for so short, or at least it felt like that. You haven’t even told him your name, or asked about the pain you felt as a teen while looking up the definition of your flower. You couldn’t even show him your tattoo. Your eyes fell onto your arm which your tattoo was placed on. The flower was filled with color, beautifully white at the core, but a mix of red and pink from the outside. You could feel yourself slightly tearing up, yet unsure of it was because of the dream, the tattoo or just everything in general. You rubbed your small tears away, sensing the weird deja vu you were getting, and got up and out of your bed.

Not soon after Dabi’s eyes also opened, while sharing the same feeling you had. As he managed to stand up, he faced the mirror opposite of his small bed. With him being shirtless, he could already see the difference in his water lily tattoo that was on his chest. It was filled in with color, looking like an actual water lily. Yellow on the inside, but pure white on the outside. But as he moved closer to the mirror, he could see the faint lilac color that blended with the white. It was gorgeous. He realised then that there was no denying in this. You and him could be as stubborn as you want, but you were meant to be. You were meant to be together.

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pocketramblr · 3 years

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how his hair do that, 5 options

the following is a crack fanfic in five parts, each section on the same premise but not same continuity. also, very spoilerish

bnha manga spoilers below! very recent leaks below! very spoilery!

Better than a charcoal milkshake v 1

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When the heroes first attacked, alarms blaring, compound up in chaos, Dabi snuck away. He let the others pour out of the doors and down the stairs, and crept backwards, turning and running once he was certain no one would notice him.

Not that it would matter much if he did, but why waste the energy on killing them too? He’d need all his firepower today.

Dabi tore through the halls to his room, making it there and slapping his card against the scanner. No time to lose, not when he knew he needed to take care of a few more things before locating where Endeavor was in this heroes’ mission.

He kicked open his bathroom door, hands occupied with carefully pulling the black wig off his head- snagging that on his staples was just the worst, and he couldn’t have blood messing this up today.

Not yet, at least.

Under the bathroom cabinet he grabbed the bag of powery charcoal. It was supposed to be used for some beauty purpose or another, something about enriching hair that didn’t even work- but it would work to darken his white locks.

He poured it on, barely bothering to lean over the sink and keep it from going everywhere. As a final test, he once more wet a bit of it, the color seeping from the hair as it dripped.

He already knew it would work, that’s why he had intercepted so much of it before the quirk cultists could offer it to Toga or Hawks or whoever, but his heart was racing with both nerves and pure excitement.

Finally. The day he’d burn it all down, and make them see why.

He left his door open as he ran back out into the hallway, making a beeline for where he left Hawks. First things first, take care of that, then find Endeavor.

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Better than a charcoal milkshake v 2

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“Hey, put me down by that camping supplies store. And Skeptic too.” Dabi ordered, surveying the carnage of Jakku and glancing over at the man hunched over his laptop.

Said man looped up sharply at that, frowning and spitting that he wasn’t going to do that or something.

Dabi didn’t really pay attention to that.

“Where?” Gigantomachia asked, still rumbling forward towards whatever he smelled. Two masters or something.

Compress cleared his throat and translated for the currently blinded giant. “It’s at 4:05 o’clock, I’d say thirty feet forward.” He then looked over at Dabi, mask as unsettling as any of them. “You’ll be carefull too, on your personal mission?”

“Yeah, yeah, whatever.” Dabi waved him off, snagging Skeptic by the back of his shirt and tugging as Machia scooped them up and placed them on the pavement.

He ran inside the evacuated store, mercifully empty and not decayed, and started looking for the bags of charcoal.

When he found one, he tore it open. Charcoal fell to the floor, and he ground his boot down into it.

“What…” Skeptic seemed without words, for once. Good.

Dabi tore off his black wig, tossing it aside. He wouldn’t need it anymore.

“You wear a wig??”

“Yeah.” He started to scoop up handfuls of the charcoal, rubbing it into his hair. “Hey, go grab me some water, and then go set up the cameras. We got a show to put on.”

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Stinky dumpster boy

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“But my good name?” He sneered the word and all it implied in the world of false heroes, “is Todoroki Touya.”

With that, he dumped the water over his head, and it streamed down over his face, filthy.

The dirty water, practically mud, stung the places on his face where his skin was barely stapled together, and Dabi was reminded of why he didn’t bother with showers anymore- the pain.

But now his true colors- literally- were revealed and it was all worth it. All the truth was out, and the truth had always hurt him.

Shoto, who seemed to be trying to juggle first aid on like, five different people with two random heroes he didn’t know next to him, gaped.

“Come on, I know my face has changed, but my own family should still be able to recognize me, yeah? But you never did. You never did, Todoroki Shoto.”

Dabi suddenly found himself encased in ice.

Ah, this again.

“Yumi’s is colder.”

Shoto’s jaw dropped, then he glared. “Stand back.” He said as he stood up. “He just dunked water on his head, to cool him off I bet. If he is Touya, his body never could handle his own heat. If he’s not… those burns come from somewhere at least.”

Ok, now Dabi was offended.

“What do you mean, ‘if I’m not’?” he demanded. “I just revealed my white hair? I know that’s what the picture on my shrine looks like, you never even looked at that?”

“How do you even know what your shrine looks like?” Shoto sounded dangerously close to judgmental for a little brother who was probably as emo as Dabi had been at his age. “And wait, that cup of water was supposed to wash out your hair? What, do you never bathe or something?”

Ok, now Dabi was really offended.

“Of course I bathe! I just have to sponge bath, because I don’t know if you’ve noticed from having your own scars, but when they take up most of your body and are killing you they end up controlling a lot of your life!”

Ugh, asking him if he didn’t bathe. He’d understand that asked of Shigaraki, sure, but him? Shoto had gotten close enough to smell him, at least.

“Um, sorry to interrupt,” the hero in blue, the one that was tending to Eraserhead, raised his hands. “But uh… do you want some help with that?”

“I’m fine, don’t want to cool him off too much so he can fight longer.” Shoto shook his head.

“I was talking to him.”

“Oh.”

“What?”

The hero waved his hand, bubble of water pulling up from the ground. Then he pointed to his own head. “I can take care of that? At the very least it’ll be cleaned out and um, whatever color it should be?”

Dabi stared at him. Shoto stared at him. The other hero in green stared at him, and the one who’d offered help started to sweat noticebly.

“Eh, sure, whatever.”

The hero nodded, and the bubble of water floated over to him, disappearing in his hair.

The bubble floated out a couple of time, murky brown and black with ash, dirt, oil, blood, anything else he’d never thought about too much. It would wring itself thin, much dropping, and return to cleaning.

Finally, his hair was mostly white and thoroughly soaked.

“Thanks.” He called over.

“Yeah.” The hero answered, still frantically trying to help Eraserhead with his free hand, which he’d gone back too as soon as he thought Dabi was distracted. Buying time.

The other hero was on his fourth facepalm.

Shoto just looked contemplative.

Endeavor, one of the ones receiving treatment, sat up but looked like he was going to pass out.

Well all right then. Time to really start- the hair snafu didn’t matter. They were all going to die that day anyway.

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Weirdest commercial I’ve ever been in.

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“We’ll be dancing in hell together, Todoroki Enji.” Dabi finished his speech with a sneer.

The watching heroes were all stunned silent, mouths open, eyes wide. The revelation must be sending them, like it would all who were watching Skeptic’s broadcast. This would burn it all down, perfect.

“I don’t understand…” Enji managed to say, spitting out a bit of blood.

“What, you don’t understand how I survived, or how I hate you so much I’d hurt innocent people over it? Because that second part is exactly what you did, take out all that self-loathing and insecurity, rage at your shortcomings and condemn children not born yet to them. Guess it’s a family trait.”

“No, not that,” He waved a hand. “I mean, I totally get how you’re a wreck, even if all of your other siblings managed to not become mass murders, I mean- I don’t understand, how did that pint of water wash out all of your hair dye? Aren’t you better funded after the Deika merger, can’t you afford proper hair coloring?”

“I was also wondering that.” Shoto admitted.

“Same.” The hero in blue nodded. The hero in green facepalmed.

“Water?” Dabi repeated, then looked at the can he’d tossed aside. “Oh, no. This isn’t water- it’s a momento of the only true hero.” He bent down, picking up the can and studying the image on it.

“Stain was right, you know.” He mused. “About hero society being rotten. So rotton, so full of fakes, that there was only one that deserved the title. He just got the wrong hero, guessing All Might.” Dabi snorted at the very idea. “No, the only real one, the pure one, the one that defines heroism, the only one with a kill count higher than me- for all the dear old man and his biggest fan Hawks tried, of course- is Wash.”

“… Wash?” Shoto cocked his head. “Wait, like, Wash, Wash?”

“The one and only. That’s how this Official Wash’s Hair Washing Serum, the only product that can wash out all dirt, dye, and any other kind of grime, in just one go.” He shook the can around so they could see. “What, you all thought I could just magically lighten my hair from black to white in the space of one fight?”

“No,” Shoto said, like a liar, and then he threw a glacier at Dabi, and the fight was on in earnest.

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Old news

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“And now you’ll see who I really am, who you’ve created.” Dabi poured the bleach over his head, giving it a moment to sink into the hair before he shook it out, grinning wide enough to tear his staples.

The heroes on the ground and the few tending to them stared in shock.

Then Shoto gasped.

“Hawks?”

“What? Where?” Dabi whirled around, looked up, because he was really sure he had managed to make sure that pest wouldn’t be flying or fighting again, but well… he’d thought that once before and been wrong then.

“No, you- you’re Hawks, you dye your hair black when its in Dabi mode, and its that beachy yellow blond in Hawks mode.” Shoto nodded to himself.

Blond? Dabi tugged at a lock of hair, and huh. It did seem more yellow than white.

“How could he be Hawks?” The hero in green demanded incredulously, before the hero in blue grabbed his arm and pulled it back to holding down Eraserhead for bandaging.

“The burns and staples are part of the disguise,” Shoto explained. “Fake, and misdirection. You were trained from young childhood to be a hero, sent to join AfO and the league as a spy, where you gained a fire quirk and decided to switch to the villains’ side because you hated the life you were forced into.”

Dabi stared at him.

Shoto stared back.

Enji stared at both of them.

“How are you so smart and so stupid at the same time?” Slipped from chapped, burnt lips.

Shoto looked offended at that.

“I mean, you’re half right, yes that’s what up with Hawks, yes he was sent as a spy, but I knew and I killed him at the compound. And not, like, in a metaphorical way.” He added when he saw something spark in Shoto’s eyes. “Literally. I’m not him. He is completely separate person and body than me and I totally literally killed him.” Or like. Close enough. “And like, thirty other people who were completely innocent.”

Or close enough, he really didn’t bother to keep track, but thirty sounded like a big number. Especially of murders.

“So then who are you?” Shoto asked.

“What, you don’t recognize me, little brother?” He almost growled it, feeling very tired of this all of a sudden.

“Little brother?” Shoto repeated, eyes wide, then narrowing. “Wait, how…”

“Oh not again.” Enji muttered.

“Not again?” Dabi asked. “Wait, you actually managed to drive one of the others to this too? And cover it up? Man, Enji, you’re more rotten than even I knew then!”

“One of the others?” Shoto looked around wildly. “What are you talking about?”

“I was talking about how Shigaraki also randomly showed up and called a first year student “little brother”.” Enji looked back over at Dabi. “What were you talking about?”

“Shigaraki did what?” The pyro looked over his shoulder, finding the villain looking absolutely stoned on the ground, almost as vacant as some of the unconscious heroes, with a curly haired student laying bloodied nearby, staring up at him. “Wait, which student is his little brother?”

“Midoriya, apparently.” Shoto shrugged.

“Midoriya?” Dabi almost choked on the name. “As in, the green bone-breaking kid? Isn’t he like All Might’s lovechild or something?”

“That’s what I said too!”

“I mean, his hair was also lighter when he showed up today.” The hero in blue pointed out to his fellow in a voice that would have been too quiet for Dabi to hear had everyone else not gone silent as well.

“And bleach boy tried to do the same thing with the bleach, yeah. Here, I’ll tie this off, you go take care of Bakugo.”

“I’m Todoroki Touya!” Dabi snapped. “Or I used to be called by that name, anyway, before you nearly killed me, Enji. Let’s just- get back to fighting, yeah, I’m going to kill you.”

#kjhgfghjk #this really is just me making fun of the hair thing #brought on by me and my sister giggling over possibilities #from 'do he wash' to 'wait... hair bleach doesnt work like that it'd be yellowy first'#my fic #my writing #ok i think thats enough tags #bnha manga spoilers #bnha #wish tumblr would give me my line break rights back #crackfic

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tadpole-san · 3 years

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in the aftermath ; dabi/t. todoroki pairing: dabi x reader, touya todoroki x reader, established relationship warning: spoilers for bnha chapter 301 (mild canon divergence from that one scene of dabi in chpt 301), inferences to an unhealthy relationship a/n: horikoshi chose violence and heartbreak by releasing dabi’s backstory on valentine’s day weekend and i have a lot of feelings about it

The couch is falling apart.

It’s the first thing you notice when you finally step into the room, and then you take in the peeling wallpaper, almost rotting vanity, and finally, the man laid out on said couch. The fabric of it is peeling away in some places, revealing the plain white beneath - the sight of it makes you think of patches, and scars, and marred, magenta skin held together by madness and medical staples. Dabi’s eyes are closed, you realize, and you could almost fool yourself into believing that he’d finally decided to grant himself some peace, albeit in the form of a turbulent slumber. And then they slide open again, stark turquoise burning bright against the dullness of his stare.

“Really roasted myself there.” His voice is hoarse, even jarring and harsh to your ears. There’s a crease between your brows as you take a few steps closer, reaching into your pocket to pull out a pack of cigarettes. Silently, you hold one out to Dabi. His gaze slides over it, and then over you. Somehow, it unsettles you - like somehow, he’s not registering that you’re there, or that he can even see you at all.

You’re not sure which of those options terrifies you more.

“Yeah,” you say, moving to pull it back. There’s a lighter, heavy in your other pocket, and if the absence of a blue flame at the end of your cigarette means that you won’t have to risk the experience of seeing the body and couch in front of you go up in a garden of blue flames, you’ll gladly use it. “You look like the fucking couch,” you add. There’s two ways his response to that could go; Dabi could find the humor in that and maybe laugh at your comment, or he could dismiss it (and maybe you) in a display towards not giving a shit about anything. Most days it’s like walking a tightrope between his mania and his complete and utter apathy. Most days it’s like choosing between two poisons, and you know you wouldn't be able to make a choice that doesn’t kill you. Because there isn’t one.

This time, he doesn’t laugh. But a smile does tug at the corner of his lips - and god, it looks painful, because the miniscule action is enough for the staples to pull at his skin, nearly tearing into it even more as it flirts with the possibility of drawing blood. “C’mere,” he rasps, motioning to the stick in your hand. You pass it over. He takes it in his fingers, rolling it in between the digits. “Can’t feel anything.”

“Does it hurt?” The question slips out, but you wouldn’t be able to hold it back anyways. Dabi hums, long and contemplative, and when he offers you the cigarette, the end of it is glowing a dull shade of blue. You accept it, and take in a long drag, tilting your head back to watch the smoke rise to the ceiling.

You’d seen him smoke, a couple of times. Mostly on slow nights, when all the two of you would do was hide out in whatever shitty abandoned building served as camouflage from pro-heroes and cops. Or, later on, when he had joined up with the League and dragged you in with them, it would be nights where he could steal minutes to himself outside of the bar, and you’d pretend you didn’t notice because you were too busy nursing a drink at the bar. The part that always fascinated you the most would be when the smoke spilled out between the seams of his staples, and you could forget about the way his blood trickled out in the same way, and stained your hands when you had to help him force everything back into one piece.

“That’s not what it fucking means to not feel anything,” he bites out, and you can see his jaw tense. So it’s a yes, and he won’t say it. “Don’t be stupid.” Your lips press in a thin line, and you sink to the floor next to the couch, leaning against its side to let your arm hang over your propped up knee. He’s not the only one to walk out, more than the worse for wear; you can’t move without a brief stab of white-hot pain, even if you know that it diminishes in comparison to the man still laying on the couch. It’s enough that you want to spare yourself the experience of biting back at him with equal venom.

“And that doesn’t answer the question, either.” When he doesn’t say anything, again, you keep talking. “Those injuries.” Another exhale. “They could kill Endeavor.” A moment passes, and there’s a hand at your shoulder, squeezing it in a way that threatens to literally burn through your layers.

“I wouldn’t allow it.”

“I could’ve killed him.” There’s a calm behind your admission, the same calm of a deadly ocean masked by tranquility. Once - and sometimes, when you try, you can remember her - there was a version of yourself that wouldn’t have been able to say the words without falter, wouldn’t have been able to hold onto the idea of a murder quite like that. The grip on your shoulder goes slack.

“I know,” Something in Dabi’s voice makes you tilt your head to look up at him, and you lock eyes with a man already staring at you. This close, you can make out the still-healing wounds on what remains of his unmarred skin, and there’s a patchiness to his hair where the black dye hadn’t fully washed off. Seeing it bothers you, just a bit, and you want to do something about it.

“Get up.” The eyebrow he raises is equal parts disinterested and curious. Maybe even wary, but you’re not here to explore the nuances of what a single eyebrow can mean.

“Doll, I can’t move.”

“I’m being serious.”

“So am I.”

“Sometimes, I can’t really tell with you.” Half-lidded eyes open slightly as he comes close to grinning again, a thumb brushing over your cheek for the fraction of a second. It’s enough that you sigh, and you squash the cigarette against a white tile to extinguish it, leaving behind a spot of darkened ash. He watches you push yourself to your feet, offering a hand to him that’s pushed aside so that he can force his body to get up from the couch himself. The display is one that is already painful to an outsider - each movement is a Herculean effort, skin pulled taut and threatening to split open until he’s looming over you once more, overshadowing your presence in the room.

Until wordlessly, you take an arm in yours and pull it over your shoulder. His weight comes crashing into you like a wave, and if you weren’t so used to it - to needing to pull this body out of death - and if you were anyone lesser, you probably would’ve collapsed, too.

For a second, you wish that you weren’t able to handle him like this. Because it would mean that you’d never been forced to carry him through moments like these.

“Where you takin’ me, princess?” he drawls, the words sliding off his tongue as he sags against you. The light elbow to his ribs makes him tut in disapproval, but there aren’t any words said against the action.

“Bathroom,” you mutter, because being used to him against you like this doesn’t make it any easier, and if you waste breath or lose focus, the both of you could end up on the floor together. And Dabi would really, truly reduce you to ash for the humiliation he’d suffer from it.

“Bathroom,” he repeats, and you can hear the suggestion in the smirk he’s likely to be wearing proudly. So you choose not to humor him with an answer towards or against the insinuation behind his intonation.

Using a foot to nudge at the bathroom door is - fortunately - enough to prompt it to swing open, and you maneuver him into the too-small space. Dabi hisses as you end up jostling him against the counter, and a few more muted swears escape his clenched teeth before you’re able to get him to sit against the tub.

“Fucking shit.” You step into the tub as he lets the words out, kneeling in it and reaching for the shower head.

“It’s your hair,” And as you explain, you take the risk of having him tilt his head back slightly. “You - I don’t know what shit you used to get most of the dye out in five seconds-” and that was really one of the only parts of his plans that you didn’t understand, but it was a detail small enough that you wouldn’t push.

“Somethin’ wrong with my hair or some shit?” The tone’s abrasive, but he’s still sitting still, and he doesn’t move to lash out in a way that’ll end the conversation in its entirety. Tonight is - despite everything - shaping out to be a calm one for him, a rare in-between of the polarity and calm he lives his life with. Or maybe it’s because of everything that happened, because his scheming and plans that once felt like little more than paper towers finally burned to cripple the Japan’s now-former Number One.

Dabi isn’t smiling. Instead, he allows his head to be further tilted back as he stares up at the ceiling, a pensive expression making it feel as though the body you’re sitting with isn’t really here with you at all. And it shouldn’t reassure you, but it does.

Because that smile - that effortless, unfazed, half-thought out gesture on him - is synonymous to his lies.

You still haven’t answered his question. You reach out, like someone blinded, to card your fingers through the mostly snowy white locks. You let yourself imagine that he leans into the touch because the gesture is a sweet one. If you were to pull yourself back to your reality, you knew it would be likely that he simply lay there and let you do as you wish.

You turn the shower on, and lukewarm water replaces your fingers in his hair. His lips move and he murmurs something you can’t quite grasp, but it’s gone before you can think to ask. The moment suddenly feels just as fragile, as though a misspoken word, one wrong move, or anything that could be regarded as a mistake coming from you could shatter it.

The tips of your fingers are becoming laden with black as the remains of dye works itself out from his hair, and its stark contrast against the porcelain of the tub makes the white look ghastly. It’s as you begin to press your thumb to the darkness to try and swipe it off that Dabi speaks again, and if your head weren’t angled down towards him, you wouldn’t have heard it.

“This is what being evil is.”

It should’ve been simple enough to take a hold of the meaning behind his words, and pull them in to understand it. But your movements falter, causing your already damp jeans to receive a wayward spray of water.

This could be lying here, with him, carrying out mortal attempts to wash away traces of atrocities committed.

This could mean living with the badge of honor labelling this society’s villains. You wonder if there would ever be a world where he didn’t wear it so proudly, flaunt it in the faces of any and all who cross paths with him.

“I don’t think we’re evil,” is what you settle on finally saying, shutting the water off and placing the shower head back in its slot. You end up resting your head in your arms, turned to him as you balance precariously on the edge of the tub. When you close your eyes, you can see him at the forefront of your mind - spinning, deranged, falling into hell in a tango of death.

“Yeah?” His breath ghosts the shell of your ear in the single syllable, and you realize he shifted closer under the blanket cover of your shut eyes. “Then what the hell are we?” His forehead presses against yours, skin and piercings ice cold. As if it was the touch of death.

“I think,” you start, letting out a breath before you open your eyes again, “I think we’re just people.” Sitting like this, with him, is an intimacy rarely granted. This close, and you can make out water dripping from strands of white hair, white lashes, the bridge of his nose. It’s all drowning in a sea of turquoise. He hums, and a hand presses against the back of your neck, keeping a grip there. Blunt nails dig into your skin, and they probably leave crescent indents. “Heroes are the ones like gods, and we’re just the ones trying to challenge them.”

Dabi stares at you. You feel it under your skin, like fire ants biting at you and injecting enough poison to kill you.

And then he laughs. The laughter belongs to a maniac, to someone so deranged there might not be a way of going back, and it grates on the years you’ve spent with him. With his madness. A madness that could be infectious, but you’re too afraid to peel back the layers of yourself to see if the infection has found roots in you. The sound of his laughter suffocates the pocket of space you occupy together, and you’re no longer lost in a sea of blue fire, but you think that maybe you’re drowning in something worse.

Eventually, he stops. There’s an ache in your neck by then, but you still can’t move it. Dabi has to take a few more rasping breaths before he can think to speak again, and there’s rivulets of thick blood running down his face from his eyes and mouth.

He cries tears of blood.

You hate the sight of blood.

“Heroes are gods,” he repeats, the traces of a chuckle leaving his lips. “You really fucking got me whit that shit, you know that?” An incredulous wheeze escapes his throats. “So then this is blasphemy? So then we’re sinners? Sounds pretty evil to me.”

“Only if sinning is evil.” His lips turn in a sneer, and you’re released. It’s like a breath of fresh air from the smoke and fire clogging your lungs, so you move to stand back up. “But sinning is just doing the things gods don’t like, isn’t it?”

You smile, then, and you step back onto tile. Your hands go to your pockets, and fingers find the now-damp cigarette pack.

“Hold it.” A lazy finger beckons towards you. It might be all he can do at the moment. You shouldn’t.

You crouch down next to him anyways.

When Dabi finally kisses you, it’s hard, and painful, teeth clashing and more blood drawn. You pull back with a line of it running down your mouth, and he brusquely wipes it away with his thumb.

This will be the closest you come to a thank you from him. Somehow, you know that the day he finally says the sentiment to you out loud, it would very well be the last time he says anything to you at all.

The final day feels as though it’s come too close to you.

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hopelesshawks · 3 years

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Official Accounts Part 20- Rescue

Summary: (y/n) was perfectly happy remaining anonymous, even if her best friends were all pro heroes and she worked under THE Hawks. Handling the technical aspects of hero work from the background suited her just fine, thank you very much. That goes out the window when suddenly her twitter blows up thanks Denki and the famed no. 2 hero is asking her to run his own official twitter as a result

If you don’t want to see Official Accounts content blacklist #hopelessoa

Warning for canon-typical violence, major character injury, and manga spoilers

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No one had come rushing down the stairs after Dabi had alerted you a guest had arrived. Nor had Dabi felt inclined to go check who it was, much to your chagrin. “Hmm, seems our little guest is shy. Shall we call whoever they are down?” Dabi asks. You don’t dignify his question with a response and choose only to glare at him. He saunters up to you, placing a warm hand on your waist, but soon warm becomes hot and then hot becomes burning. Literally. You grit your teeth for as long as possible, not wanting to give the deranged man in front of you the satisfaction, but eventually the pain grows too intense and you can’t help but cry out.

Hawks flinches at the sound of you crying out. His heart wants him to rush in there but his head knows better. Hawks is a smart, calculating man. He knows that Dabi is intending to get a rise out of him. He knows that in a one-on-one fight between him and Dabi, the other man has the advantage. He knows that back up is on the way. The kind of back up that will make this a quick and easy job. He knows all this. His commission approved, highly tuned instincts know this. A small, unhelpful voice in the back of his head reminded him that the last time he chose his brain over his heart in regards to you it had cost him your affections. Is that why every single cell in his body is telling him to go in anyway? No. Hawks would wait. Because it was the rational and logical option. It was the option that was least likely to get both of you killed. He could wait the 10-15 minutes max it would take for one of the others to get there. But then you cried out again, and without him consciously deciding to, Hawks was speeding to your location as if his body was moving of its own accord.

The minute he had eyes on Dabi, Hawks lunged forward and slashed at the other man, aiming for the seams between his healthy and scarred skin. He manages a couple hits but Dabi had been anticipating the winged hero so he quickly moved away from you and out of the way. “Ohh I was hoping it’d be you that showed up!” Dabi laughs. “You should’ve left her out of this,” Hawks growls back. His instincts were on fire in a way they’d never been before. Not the refined instincts of the HPSC, drilled into his head since childhood. No these were more primal, more feral, than that. “We both know this isn’t a good match up for you Hawks. What could possibly have driven you to come charging in like this, hm?” Dabi taunts as he unleashes his blue flames in Hawks’ direction. Hawks rolled away as quickly as he could but still winces as he feels some of his feathers get caught in the blaze. “You gonna talk or we gonna fight?” Hawks snarks back before once again diving in to try and close the distance between he and his adversary.

Dabi had chosen his location well. The confined room severely restricted Hawks’ mobility, further disadvantaging him in a fight already not tipped in his favor. To compensate he sent several feathers out to increase the amount of areas Dabi would have to defend. If he had to take the villain down with a thousand tiny cuts instead of a dramatic final slash he would. But Dabi is smart too and so he picked and chose which feathers to ward off and which to let land. As much as Hawks was hanging in there he was literally burning through feathers at an alarming rate and no matter how much he tried to dodge, the tightness of the room pretty much guaranteed he’d take at least a little heat. This was bad. It was really bad. But he couldn’t stop now. So he pressed on and hoped back up would arrive soon.

Your heart had constricted painfully in your chest when you saw Hawks come flying down the stairs. You knew this was not a fight he would likely win. Not alone. Which is why you wasted no time taking advantage of Dabi’s focus being entirely on the winged hero instead of you. Your eyes turned to the chain and handcuffs confining you and you took a deep breath to steady your hands before getting to work. You carefully grab hold of the chain and start pressing it past the raw skin of your wrists to get inside one of the cuffs until you can loop it over your hand. Then, slowly but surely, you’re able to pull it through until you free the handcuffs from the ceiling chain. You immediately begin working the chain connecting the cuffs, trying to line up the links just right to get the tension you need to break them apart. “C’mon, c’mon,” you groan in frustration as your eyes dart between the cuffs and the ongoing fight.

It’s going as poorly as you knew it would. Granted, Hawks is certainly giving a valiant effort. Dabi is cut and bleeding in several places. A few of the staples on his arms and face are even detached. But there is no questioning who is leading. Hawks could barely fly in the confines of the room anyway but now even if he had the space he wouldn’t have the feathers to do so. He’s breathing heavy and there’s already large angry patches of red skin from the burns he’s received. He can’t afford to throw away any more feathers by sending them at Dabi from all angles so the most he can do is duck and weave Dabi’s flames as much as possible to try and get in close and get in an incapacitating hit. Then you see the determined look in his eye, despite the fact he’s fighting a losing battle, and your blood turns to ice in your veins. It’s like watching your mother’s last moments all over again. One lone hero against a force they clearly can’t beat and yet so, so determined to press on. At least back then the tv screen had put distance between you and the struggle. Now you were watching a hero fall in real time.

You watch in horror as Dabi finally gets the hit he was waiting for and Hawks goes careening to the side. You continue to fumble with the cuffs, the tension constantly falling away just before it can break the chain keeping you from helping Hawks. Dabi laughs and it’s a cruel sound as Hawks has no choice but to curl up and cover his head and vital organs from the raging blue flames. Tears are flowing down your face and your vision blurs as you watch Dabi slowly approach the fallen hero before kicking him in the stomach once, twice, three times. The links of the handcuffs catch and once again you begin to bend them in hopes this time the tension will finally break them apart. “What will be left of you if I clip your wings?” Dabi cackles as he reaches for what little is left of the appendages in question. But before he can do anything the cuffs finally snap. Your quirk comes roaring back to the surface and no sooner do you feel it swell within you are you directing every ounce of it at Dabi, your eyes glowing with the power of it. Dabi slams into the back wall and you surge forward to put yourself between him and Hawks, who looks on the verge of passing out. “Well, well, well. He wasn’t kidding when he said your quirk was strong. This makes things interesting,” Dabi smirks as he slowly gets back to his feet. “Really? Because I’m already bored of you,” you fire back before surging forward and wielding your quirk with a ferocity you never had before.

You’re not a trained hero. Technically what you’re doing is illegal, considering you don’t have any kind of hero’s license. None of that matters in this moment though. What Dabi had on you in experience, you compensated for with agility. It isn’t enough to get you a win but it can buy you time as you pray more help is on the way. Your ribs are aching, you’ve acquired several severe burns, and you’re starting to slow down but still you push and for the first time you think you understand why your mother made the choice she did. Suddenly a familiar voice echoes through the room. “DIE!” Bakugo screams as he comes crashing in, tackling Dabi in one explosive move. You don’t stop to see the result, your faith fully in your friend as you rush to where Hawks is lying unconscious on the ground. You wrap one of his arms around your shoulders and do your best to stand, half walking half dragging him out of the room. You don’t look back until you’ve managed to get him outside of the building but even still you can hear the sound of Dabi and Bakugo’s fight.

“Hawks? Hawks! C’mon I need you to wake up. I need you to wake up for me,” you plead as you lay him down on the concrete, kneeling beside him. You pat his face repeatedly until finally you get his eyes to flutter open. “Oh thank god! Are you trying to get yourself killed? Jesus Hawks!” you sigh, already cataloging his various injuries to report to emergency services. “Keigo.” “What?” “My real name. It’s Keigo. You... you can’t use it where someone might hear but you can use it.” His voice sounds so weak you could cry again. “Your eyes are glowing. ‘S beautiful,” he chuckles, reaching a hand up to cup your face before passing back out. “It’s gonna be ok Keigo,” you reply in a hushed voice, although you doubt he hears you. It’s not too long after that you hear the familiar rumble of Chargebolt’s motorcycle as he races to the location, Mirko arriving shortly thereafter. “They’re inside! Hawks needs urgent medical attention,” you tell them before they can ask. Mirko gives a curt nod and rushes into the building, following the sounds of the fight. Chargebolt hesitates as his eyes scan over your various injuries, the tear tracks still evident on your face from when you’d been crying earlier. “I’m fine, Denki. I promise. Just toss me your phone so I can call an ambulance and the cops. Dabi stole mine,” you assure him. He nods and does exactly that before racing in to help Mirko and Bakugo. As you dial the emergency services number your gaze returns to the number two hero. Almost all of his feathers have been burned away, leaving just the nubs of his wings and the immobile feathers at their base. Laying on his back the way he is, someone who didn’t know who he was wouldn’t be able to tell he’s supposed to have wings at all. Your heart aches as you can’t help but think how small he looks without them.

Author’s Note: I wanna give a big shout out to @dutchintheusa on tiktok who is the one I got the hack about escaping hand cuffs chained to the ceiling from that (y/n) uses here and how to escape handcuffs without a Bobby pin. He’s got a bunch of emergency/survival escape techniques as well as general advice to stay safe in a scary world. I would highly recommend checking him out. The fight is heavily inspired by the fight between Hawks and Dabi in the manga and the fact I have repeatedly wished I could insert myself into that room and protect Hawks (hence the spoiler tag). Also I listened to Tantrum by Ashnikko on repeat while writing this if you want an idea of the ~vibe~ of the fighting lmao.

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makeste · 4 years

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BnHA Chapter 272: (Directed by Michael Bay)

Previously on BnHA: The My Child Soldiers Academia arc finally started to live up to its name as Tokoyami became the first (but I assure you not the last) victim of traumatic mental scarring courtesy of Horikoshi’s sick games! So he and Dark Shadow showed up to stop Dabi from murdering Hawks and were all “please don’t kill our mentor.” Dabi was all “AH BUT YOUR MENTOR KILLED SOMEONE ELSE, AND ISN’T THAT JUST LIKE THE HEROES THOUGH, THEIR HANDS ARE SO STAINED WITH BLOOD” and then he tried to set both of them on fire several times in succession. Hawks was all “Tokoyami just run away while he’s in the middle of his five-hour sermon” and so they tried but Dabi followed them! But then Geten was all “ALL RIGHT EVERYONE... CHILL” and fucking froze everything for no discernible reason, and Tokoyami fled the building with an unconscious Hawks in tow as the battle raged on. The chapter then ended with Gigantomachia being all “I smell my master!” and standing up, hahaha oh fuck.

Today on BnHA: Well you guys are not going to believe this, but it turns out that Tomura waking up is actually a very bad thing. A “worst case scenario” if you will! Because, get this, he has a quirk that can destroy anything, which spreads from whatever he touches to fucking everything and everywhere else. Gosh, if only we’d known about this since like 35 chapters ago. If only we’d had a spy among the villains who could have warned us, and three entire months to plan our attack, and literally every single hero in Japan on call to help us when the time came. Anyway so you’re really going to be shocked by this I’m telling you, but it turns out that when a crazy powerful person who wants to destroy everything finally wakes up, he immediately starts destroying everything with his crazy power. So X-Less dies and Crust dies and everyone else runs, and meanwhile the kids, who are on the outskirts of the city finishing up the evacuation, stand there in shock as the plot rampages toward them ready to swallow them whole. The chapter ends with Deku powering up to FORTY-FIVE PERCENT YEAHHHHH, and oh shit. Finally we’re doing this.

I am not even remotely done with all the shit I’m supposed to be finishing up, but fuck it, I need a break and reading the new chapter is by far the funnest thing on my current to-do list, so!

OH SNAPS MY BOY HAS FINALLY OPENED HIS EYES

IT ONLY TOOK HIM... OKAY LOOK I’M NOT GOING TO GO BACK AND COUNT ALL OF THE CHAPTERS, BUT LET’S SAY... FIFTEEN. ...HUNDRED. CHAPTERS TO FINALLY SNAP TO IT AND COME JOIN THE PARTY. BUT IT WAS WORTH THE WAIT! PROBABLY. AHH LET’S JUST READ ON

-- ohmygodohmygodohmygodohmygodohm --

[puts on glasses and unfolds map while poring through a mess of scribbles on post-it notes] -- hold up, if my calculations are correct, I’m pretty sure “somewhere a bit further from the hospital” is, in fact, where a certain THREE TROUBLE-PRONE DISASTERS ARE CURRENTLY HOLED UP. AHHH

can it really be true. are we finally rejoining our protagonist and his buddy cop friends after 97 years. how will everyone react to Deku reacting to Tomura waking up ahhhh

so Burnin’ is yelling at the civilians to let them know if they have any family or friends who need assistance evacuating

god I hate the fact that this is a fucking understatement

they’re not taking any chances after Kamino and Fukuoka huh. fool them once, shame on you. fool them twice, oh shit. but there will not be a third time! no one fucking destroys three cities in the span of six months on their watch, no sirree

(ETA: ...)

lol the kids are trying to get the elderly citizens on a bus to evacuate, but a lady is trying to give them candy and Kacchan and Ochako are of two different minds on whether or not to accept

Kacchan is absolutely right about Ochako’s motivations, but in her defense, who the fuck turns down free chocolate

IIDA!!

FUCKING CHRIST JAPAN IT’S 200 YEARS IN THE FUTURE AND YOU STILL HAVEN’T SWITCHED TO DIGITAL RECORD-KEEPING? WHY IS THIS THE MOST REALISTIC THING IN THE ENTIRE MANGA TO DATE. MY GOOD SIR, IIDA IS LYING THROUGH HIS TEETH, ALL RECORDS AND BUILDINGS ABSOLUTELY CAN AND WILL BE COMPLETELY OBLITERATED IN THE CARNAGE TO COME. I’M SORRY TO BE THE ONE TO INFORM YOU OF THIS, BUT DAMN IT SOMEONE HAS TO TAKE RESPONSIBILITY

(ETA: I sure hope these poor bastards had good insurance.)

also. this man here who looks like Beaker from the Muppets, who presumably has the power of Doing Anything Those Wacky Flailing Inflatable Tube Men That You See Outside Of Car Dealerships Can Do. ...yes. that’s it. that’s an intentionally incomplete sentence with a subject but no predicate. I just feel like we should all sit and stare at him for a good thirty more seconds before continuing on with our lives

OH MY GOD

THEY’RE EVACUATING THE PETS TOO AHHHH. EXCUSE ME CERTAIN SOMEONES WHO THINK ALL HEROES ARE “DIRTY.” I SEE YOUR ARGUMENTS AND RAISE YOU THIS ONE SINGLE PANEL. YEAH THAT’S RIGHT. NOW WHAT DABI. AT A LOSS FOR WORDS I SEE. YOU JUST SIT AND PONDER THAT FOR A WHILE

is... this... a space shuttle man

is this literally just a man with a Boeing for a head. FUCKING QUIRKS THOUGH!!!!! ~*~wild~*~

OH MY GOD AND WE’RE BACK

time for some HORCRUX SHENANIGANS!! IS YOUR LIGHTNING BOLT SCAR BURNING DEKU. I CAN’T BELIEVE HE WHO MUST NOT BE NAMED IS BACK AHHHH

so now he’s slightly hunching forward with his hands pressed together and Todoroki is immediately sensing that something is wrong ahhhhh

(ETA from like 5 days later: I had that as “Tokoyami” instead of “Todoroki” for the better part of a solid week you guys. SHOUTO YOU WERE GONE FOR SO LONG I FORGOT YOUR FUCKING NAME whoop.)

here come dat angst. here comes Horikoshi’s hand beckoning the trio closer and welcoming them to the pain parade ahhh. from now on that’s how I’m ending all my sentences btw. it just seems right. ahhh

OH MY LORD OH MY

ladies and gentlemen, YOU WERE SAYING DEKU DIDN’T HAVE ENOUGH CHARACTER DEVELOPMENT LATELY? HE’S NOT INTERESTING ENOUGH AS A PROTAGONIST, IS HE? well maybe that’s because Horikoshi has been saving this one juiciest of plot nuggets for a rainy day precisely like this! BRING ON THAT CHOSEN ONE ANGST AHHHHH

anyway so yes it is indeed OFA speaking to him in the form of Lil Bro a.k.a. the first user

lol I’m trying to think of commentary but it’s difficult seeing as I’M ALREADY SCROLLING DOWN TO IMPATIENTLY READ THE NEXT PAGE

lmao the fuck

okay Princess Zelda. can you get any more flowery with those descriptions though. A TRANSCENDENT BEING. A SUPERLATIVE ENTITY. A SUBLIME, PREEMINENT ORGANISM. FREED FROM ITS SHACKLES. UNFETTERED BY ALL EARTHLY LIMITATIONS

OH MY GOD

it absolutely boggles my mind that this guy is somehow still alive. ??! how many chapters and panels has it been now. he’s like the goat in the t-rex pen in fucking Jurassic Park. WHEN ARE YOU GOING TO GET EATEN ALREADY

...

do you... want a blanket. ...?

(ETA: do you ever just. wake up and you’re like “ah shit it’s cold”, and then you destroy an entire city. mm.)

do you all suppose X-Less is fully aware that he’s about to die though? he hasn’t even moved. I imagine that sitting next to Tomura actually is much like sitting next to a giant t-rex. like he has to know there is no getting out of this alive. poor guy

damn Mic isn’t even looking back he’s just running back into the main room where all the rest of them are

wow this fight is still going on

I don’t know why, I just expected it to all magically be over all of a sudden now that we have bigger things to worry about. do you guys remember when we were all worried about the High End Noumus being the biggest threat. hahahahaha

(ETA: moment of silence for ALL OF THE FUCKING HIGH ENDS lmao. that did not go how I expected that plotline to go AT ALL, but at least we got the best fucking battle in the entire manga out of it.)

jesus CHRIST ENOUGH WITH THIS

WE GET IT TOMURA IS DANGEROUS AND SCARY AND EVIL AND AWAKE!!! JUST PLEASE GET TO IT ALREADY GOD I’M BEGGING YOU

FINALLY

goddammit. my reaction to this should have been much more “!!!” and “OH SHIT”, but he dragged it out so much that my initial reaction was one more of relief than horror. maybe it’s because of the way I read the chapters, constantly pausing to do commentary as I go along, but whenever a chapter has a ton of panels of people just staring into the distance awash with dread, it really stands out to me lol. there’s only so much I can write about that kind of thing. ah well at least we’re finally getting to the action

I genuinely can’t tell if Ujiko is frightened that he’s about to be disintegrated by Tomura’s quirk, or excited that Tomura is awake

maybe both lol. well don’t worry you’re not gonna die that easily, much as you would not catch me complaining if you did

thanks Gran

lol where was all this speed throughout the rest of this arc though. “we’re only competent when the plot necessitates it” huh. is that right

oh shit it’s destroying the rest of the lab

those are all of Ujiko’s collected quirks, right? someone please tell me if this is a good or a bad thing. on the one hand if they’re all destroyed it means Tomura can’t get them and Ujiko can’t make any more Noumus. but on the other hand this means they won’t ever be able to give them back to the original users (if any of them are even still alive). and also that’s a lot of evidence that’s being wiped out as well

oh shit they didn’t know about this?!

even after Deika City, you didn’t put two and two together?? even with all of Hawk’s intel?? what the hell did you think happened there?

well this explains why everyone was so la-dee-da-no-rush about capturing him though. well that’s on you guys. next time maybe don’t waste 20 minutes uselessly battling redshirt Noumus while Mirko has to do everything herself

anyway so I feel like people other than X-Less are almost certainly going to die here, and fuck. I’m not ready for any of this

AHH THE KIDS

BIT SLOW ON THE UPTAKE THERE KACCHAN LOL. FOR A MOMENT YOU HAD ME WORRIED THERE WAS SOMEHOW A COMPLETELY DIFFERENT THREAT APPROACHING FROM THE OTHER SIDE, BEFORE YOU TURNED AROUND TO LOOK WHERE THE OTHERS WERE LOOKING

ALSO JUST A FRIENDLY REMINDER THAT SHOUTO’S DAD IS IN THAT HOSPITAL, ALONG WITH THEIR TEACHER! HERE. COME. DAT. ANGST

LOOK AT THIS CONSPICUOUSLY INTACT BUILDING AS IT STANDS THERE ALL OMINOUSLY WITH THE NEARBY BIRDS AND CRITTERS FRANTICALLY FLYING AWAY

I want to see it crumble so bad. now this is the kind of foreboding cinematic disaster movie bullshit I can get into

FFFF WHY IS THIS PANEL SO HARD TO SEE

THERE’S TOO MUCH CHAOS AND TOO MANY PEOPLE LOST AMIDST ALL THESE SHATTERING AND FALLING TUBES, BUT I NEED TO MAKE SURE EVERYONE IS SAFE AHHH

...okay so I see Ryuukyuu in the top right, and I think that’s RockLockRock on her back. Thirteen is clearly there in the bottom center, but I don’t know who that is next to them. and then of course Gran and Mic on the left. and a bunch of others spread out in various other places, but... where the hell is Aizawa??

OH THANK GOD

FUCK YOU HORIKOSHI, I KNOW FULL WELL YOU’RE NOT JUST GOING TO KILL OFF THE WORLD’S PREEMINENT DAD STRAIGHT UP OUT OF THE BLUE HERE, AND YET I STILL FELT ANXIETY AT THIS LAST PANEL. HOW DID YOU EVEN

BITCH YOU BETTER LET THE FUCK GO BEFORE I --

!!!

oh my god I gasped in real life. stop making me fear for the lives of main characters!!

he. he --. crust. he. ...

I literally stopped reading and had to stop and cover my mouth with both of my hands I’m

silence. no screaming. no flailing. no freaking out. just silence

shit. rest in peace you old sedimentary bastard. respect to you for saving the father of my children in your last fleeting moments. I still have not the slightest idea how you rose through the ranks to somehow become the sixth fucking highest rated hero (HERO BILLBOARD CHART, IS EVERYTHING ALL RIGHT. ARE YOU FEELING OKAY), but you sure did go out with style though

also this may be tacky of me to point out during such an emotionally charged moment, but one second Aizawa is wearing his goggles like normal, and the next they’re suddenly pushed up onto his forehead so we can see the anguish in his bloodshot eyes. there was no reason to do that other than angst and we all know it. so yes Shouta you dramatic bitch, I am calling you out. why Horikoshi felt he had to add to your many accumulated traumas is beyond me. you don’t deserve this and I am so, so sorry

OH GOOD I WAS JUST ABOUT TO ASK WHERE THE FUCK ENDEAVOR WAS

seeing as we just went over this with Gran, I will take the high road here and won’t ask why you’re only this fast now and couldn’t have been this useful this ages ago back before Tomura woke up. oh wait does sarcastically saying I won’t bring it up count as bringing it up. well whatever. middle road, then

sob I’m getting flashbacks to the end of Return of the Jedi when they’re all frantically flying out of the Death Star as it explodes

friendly reminder that Ryuukyuu, clearly the fastest one here despite carrying like 20 people, was number 10 in the rankings for some unknown reason. again, r.i.p. Crust you well-meaning geriatric soul

also just a stray thought, I hope it’s clear now why it was so important to give Deku those additional quirks. at a minimum he needs Blackwhip and Float just so he doesn’t instantly die the moment he’s in Tomura’s general vicinity. sob I’ve joked so much about flying quirks and here they are becoming fucking prerequisites now

anyway so Ujiko is mourning the loss of his lab, which again, good riddance mostly. but r.i.p. that evidence though

(ETA: nah the “total loss” part is referring to how the heroes fucked up so soundly and thoroughly. anyway no one would blame Mic if he accidentally dropped Ujiko in the midst of all this chaos, I’m just saying. I guess they need any intel he could still provide now more than ever though.)

OH MY GOD!!

LAUNDRY HERO WASH?! THIS SUDSY BOI CAN ACTUALLY KICK ASS WHAAAAT

oh my god oh my god it’s still spreading??!

fuck fuck fuck at this rate it’ll reach the kids

(ETA: that happened really fast actually.)

-- oh FUCK NO you had better NOT FUCKING TOUCH FUCKING PIXIE BOB, I WILL MAIL MYSELF TO JAPAN PANDEMIC OR NO PANDEMIC. DO YOU NOT SEE THE SIGN THAT SAYS “OFF-LIMITS.” RESPECT THE SIGN

SOB SHE’S SO BADASS BUT IT LOOKS LIKE IT’S STILL DISINTEGRATING FUCCCCCK. FUCK MY LIFE, FUCK EVERYTHING

AHHHHH

I can’t tell if her earthbending was able to stop it or not?? god help us all if it didn’t, I’m not even sure what else could stop it at this point

SHUT UP UJIKO!!

they really did. only to fuck it up completely at the finish line. well, the man most singularly responsible for it is dead now, again r.i.p. Crust you useless old legend

lmao despite myself

“by a miracle, or maybe through sheer will” even he acknowledges that Tomura waking up was basically complete bullshit. yes blah blah yadda yadda got zapped by some exposed wires explanation science. because we all know that getting electrocuted will fix you right up when your heart has stopped and you have completely flatlined. you can definitely trust Horikoshi on this and there’s absolutely no need to google how defibrillators actually work

also is he somehow wearing a cape now. again by a miracle or maybe through sheer will

YESSSSSSS

(ETA: one has to wonder what Ujiko’s plan was, assuming this scheme had actually played out. were they just banking on Tomura not waking up cranky and disoriented and wanting to test out his power. his quirk doesn’t exactly distinguish friend from foe here I’m just saying.)

the part of me that goes all “ooh ahh” when all the buildings explode in Independence Day is singing inside. but never fear, the rest of me is appropriately horrified though. what was that Burnin’ was saying about the city becoming a large-scale battle zone? sob

also this page sure serves as a nice refresher for exactly why Tomura Waking Up Was Bad, which was inexplicably a topic of some debate in recent weeks. yes in spite of everything the villains are still the bad guys who’d have thought. almost as if the purpose of humanizing a character is to show that they’re human, not that they’re right

WHAT’S THIS NOW???

WELL I’LL BE. IT’S BEEN AN EVENTFUL THREE MONTHS, APPARENTLY!??

HOOAHHHHHHHH

IT’S A BIRD IT’S A PLANE IT’S A BADASS OH SHIIIIITTTTTT

finally finally finally!!!!!!

THE SHIT HAS HIT THE FAN, REPEAT, THE SHIT HAS HIT THE PROVERBIAL FAN. THE PLOT IS FINALLY HAPPENING, REPEAT, THE PLOT IS FINALLY FUCKING HAPPENING AHHHHHH

and there is no one coming to save them this time. no one to arrive at the last second and say “it’s all right now because I am here.” they have to save themselves. they have to save everyone. the training wheels are finally coming off. the safety net has been removed. after 272 chapters, the story has finally reached a point where these kids, these children, who in spite of all they’ve been through have been protected and shielded from the worst of it up till now, will finally have to be the ones to save the day all on their own

and they are not ready. but also maybe they kind of are??! but they definitely are not. and oh god oh god oh god, FINALLY WE’RE REALLY DOING THIS. TIME TO FIX THE MESS THOSE SILLY GROWN-UPS MADE, CHILDREN. YOU GOT THIS

#bnha 272 #shigaraki tomura #midoriya izuku #aizawa shouta #ujiko daruma #bnha #boku no hero academia #bnha spoilers #mha spoilers #bnha manga spoilers #makeste reads bnha #if the next few chapters don't feature some kind of avengers-style epic team up pose I will sue #what has this all even been building up to if not that #remember that the kids are not allowed to die though horikoshi #remember what we agreed upon #you remember right #right #horikoshi???

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chapter six ➺ foul enemies

pairing: pro hero katsuki bakugo x pro hero female reader

cw: language, manga spoilers, violence and some fluff

word count: 2200+

a/n: ummm i dont even know if this series is doing good because it literally gets no votes or reblogs compared to my one shots, i might discontinue it if this get’s nothing idk, i have it all planned out and i really like how it ends so hopefully i’ll continue it

summary: in which you and dabi get sent on your own little mission, his wariness of you leads to the threat of death and abuse of his own power, hurt and distressed of when the end point of this will be, bakugo is the last person you expected to bring comfort to you

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The days had been rough after the burning of the town, it had been everywhere. News reports scattered across the country and worst of all, both you and Toga had been spotted by witnesses. You had stayed in your room only coming out when needed but the feeling of guilt had rested around you. Even Bakugo had been quiet with you a shock from the loud mouth you had as a partner a mere week ago, but you knew if he had seen the scene, he would refuse to even look at you.

At night he would stick to his side not even asking to talk, it was silent between the two of you and after holding hands whilst watching the burning sky. Everything was eerie and a surrounding of hatred had come from everybody, it was as if the whole front were bipolar able to easily turn from one another.

You went to the meeting that Toga had told you about in the morning, your hero costume on and your mentality deteriorating but what else could you do. Sitting beside Bakugo who made no sound to acknowledge your presence Mr Compress was the first to speak.

“How are you?” He asked softly.

He almost seemed human, almost, “I’m okay.”

You smile out before Tomura spoke a loud, “Dabi and Y/n, you both need to get these things.”

He shoves the piece of paper into Dabi’s fingers, he looked a lot like his younger brother, and you knew if Endeavor wasn’t such a piece of shit at being a father. You and Dabi could’ve been friends, hell you both might even worked together but the look of disgust he had at the sound of going with you. You knew he was a villain at heart.

“Hurry up.” Dabi mutters walking out the door. You don’t say anything instead following timidly, the silence of your footsteps as you caught up to the boy with his now white hair.

You didn’t try to make conversation, too tired and too guilty too, instead you stayed in your thoughts, mindlessly following the man. “Put this on.” He chucks a hoodie at you; you didn’t speak obliging.

Before he himself put on a jacket that had a hood to cover his face, “I could just make them think we’re not there.” You mutter.

He looks back at you, grabbing the door handle whilst eyeing you up and down. “I don’t trust you.”

The simple words had too much meaning in them, you gave a soft sign before following him into the dark night, even with it being late afternoon, the sun was setting, and a warm hue of red littered the sky. It wasn’t more suffocating, but you didn’t care as you followed the man out of the alleyway.

“You look too suspicious.” He mutters at how wide of a gap there was between the two of you. He grabs your wrist before eloping his fingers between your own. It felt gross and wrong and you hated it, you gave a soft smile at the man, you could almost feel the staples that rode across his wrist, but you chose to ignore it.

You both walked along acting happily as he pointed out stuff but didn’t speak, it was an act that you wanted over and done with. “Stay here.” He mutters pushing you onto a bench.

“Wh…” You had looked up to meet his eye but instead.

He interrupts you moving his palm to your mouth, “Y/n, stay the fuck here.”

You knew in any situation you would’ve fought back but the lack of sleep and restlessness you had made you obey him. It wasn’t like he was being a dick 24/7, it was the lack of trust you both had with one another. You saw the two police men standing and talking to one of the ladies at the bakery a couple shops over.

It looked to be flirting and you were too lazy to hear the gossip, instead tightening the thread in the hoodie to make it encase your full head. You looked naked from bottom down wearing it, your thigh high boots covering you but you knew people were staring and you hated it.

You watched as he walked towards a convenience store, before hearing the shouts come from inside. He was not seriously stealing from a shop, was the petty crime what he really wanted to do. You watched him run out with a bag full of money and on cue the police that had been just a mere shops away spotted him.

The shop keeper ran out, phone in hand shouting about the robbery. Everybody’s eyes planted on Dabi and you could almost feel his smirk. Was this a test? You watched as Dabi ran and the police followed, it was too stupid of a thing to have done. It must be something to do with you, you felt something in the hoodie pocket as you stood up about to follow.

Unwrapping the folded paper you see the two words that made everything you said true, ‘Ruin her.’

You scoffed shoving the paper before running yourself, you used your quirk to lift yourself from the ground, moving the air beneath your fingers to make you more agile, before you caught up with Dabi and the police. He had been trapped in an alley and you knew that he could’ve easily escaped, his quirk would’ve made it easier.

Landing behind the three of them, the two police turned around as Dabi smirked the blue flashing from his fingertips. One eyed you up and down and you gave a disgusted face, “Ma’am this hasn’t got anything to do with you, leave.” One of the men said about to usher you away, his hand was moving to your shoulder and you wanted to kill him for it.

“Don’t fucking touch me.” You whisper bringing your fingers up and in an instant both the police flew into the buildings, “really, ruin her.”

You repeated the words, Dabi almost impressed but you knew it was fake, knew he was putting it on because he didn’t care either way. “Not my issue.”

The hold you hand on the men, almost suffocating them with how you moved the air out of their throats, “You’ll kill them y’know.” Dabi had moved behind you the money in hand, his lips brushed against your ear and the hatred you had for them all filled you up.

“Do you think I care?” You retort back, he puts his hands up.

“You better kill them quickly, I hear sirens.” He speaks walking out of the alleyway.

You couldn’t bring yourself to kill them, you couldn’t ruin another person’s life, you bashed there heads into the concrete before running out yourself. You saw Dabi walk into another alleyway and you were frustrated, you had been tormented with the murder and the front they felt nothing after each murder they committed.

You grabbed his arm making him stop, he cocked an eyebrow looking down at your much shorter frame. “What? Couldn’t kill them? Why am I not surprised, you’ll always be a little hero bitch.”

The words were filled with disgust, “I’m not.” You tried to defend yourself, tried to make it seem like you were on their side. But how could you when you felt so much emotion from the previous couple days killing.

“Are you not?” He grabs your wrist, pushing you onto the wall, his body encased your own. It felt disgusting, the way his other hands fingers rubbed against your cheek. You could almost feel the evil absorb into your face.

His hot breath fanned your face, and the proximity would be a moment for couples, but his hand gripping your wrist became tighter as he taunted you. “Y/n, you’ll never be one of us, even Bakugo has what it takes to be evil, and he’s been indoctrinated a lot more than you have.”

“I can do it.” You whisper but the feeling of soreness that erupted from your wrist made you re-think everything.

“Can you, really, I remember you from those years ago, and you were worthless back then and now you’ve somehow become even more worthless, god, how I wish I killed you back then?” He laughed it out, you wanted to use your quirk, you did but the use of your bounded hands between his hands made you stop. What good was using something when he was taunting you, he wouldn’t kill you. He wouldn’t.

“You were a little thing back then, vulnerable and innocent, I should’ve painted the forest red with you.” He seethed out before you felt his quirk on your wrist, the burning sensation making your skin become darker.

You screamed, your quirk activating as you made him stop using your mind. “You fucking bitch.” He grabs a hold of your jaw, clearly having been in his head made him even more angry, holding your jaw as tight as he could. You felt every anger and emotion he felt towards you in the mere seconds you were in his head.

“I’ll…” You couldn’t breath with how his other hand had moved to strangle you.

“It’s a waste of time.” He muttered, letting you go, the blood that had rushed to your head had made you infuriated, you had gotten over the murder and moved onto something more. Your hatred of the man, the way you wanted to carve out his name on his chest, gouge his eyes out and hear him scream filled your thoughts. You were foul enemies, and, in that moment, you realised what it meant to be evil and you were feeling it all.

You caught your breath, ignoring the man who had walked into the building where the front was. Looking down at your right-hand wrist, you saw the marks of fire around it, if he had done it for any longer, you’d have nothing, but bone left. Instead the blood gushing from it had made a layer of skin peel off, you didn’t even know how your throat and jaw looked but you didn’t care.

The thoughts of murdering them all at night filled you and you knew that if you were truly a villain at heart, you’d have done it in an instance. It took a couple minutes before you entered the building, seeing Toga playing a game and Bakugo with a drink in his hand there was no sight of Tomura who you assumed had gone on another late-night meeting.

He had gone out every night, but nobody had questioned it and whenever you went inside his head, it was nothing, he never even thought about the meeting. Not even a single name filled his head, it was an abyss of nothing. Bakugo noticed you and as you took the hoodie off with your left hand, he saw the blood and purple bruises around your throat.

“Y/n.” He whispers instantly standing up, he grabbed your arm seeing the seething blood flow out, your other arm having had the stab wound and the purple marks around your neck. He hated seeing you like this, so vulnerable but your eyes, your eyes were filled with joy. He would kill Dabi, already knowing it was him, he wanted to kill him, make him feel the pain you felt but as he looked up he saw something he didn’t expect.

You were almost smiling; he didn’t ask only taking the first aid kid and you into your shared room. He sat you down, bringing some ice to your neck. “Stop smiling, cry at least.”

“Why? I could’ve killed two more people today.” You smiled out; it was almost as if it wasn’t for sure.

“You didn’t though.” He grabs the bandages as he watched you laugh at your own thoughts.

You began to blabber on, “who knows when this will end, hell, let’s stay like this forever.”

He looked in utter horror at you, “Y/n, what the fuck is wrong with you?” Before you can speak, he continues, “don’t fucking say shit like that, be emotional, be the girl I know you as.”

The words brought comfort to you and in an instant the tears welded out your eyes, “Dabi did this.” He nods already knowing, “I hate it here.” You whisper, he brings your knuckles in his arm, your freshly wrapped wrist encased perfectly within the bandages.

He holds onto your hand, letting you speak your emotions, letting you cry and letting you weep. “I don’t want to die here.”

“I know Y/n, I wont let that happen to you, hell if you’re on the brink of death I’ll take your spot.” He speaks softly, it was a kindness unknown to you from Bakugo. But you took it all, “I should’ve talked to you after the fire, but I had to think, I saw the news the next day and the death count…”

He doesn’t continue, you bring your palm to his cheek, a tear from his own eye. You both had sworn to protect the people and here you were killing them for something that had less than a 40% chance of being successful. He nuzzled his cheek into your palm, before bringing your hand to his mouth, he left an open mouth kiss on your knuckles as you both stayed in silence. Relishing in the comfort that the two of you brought and knowing that the unlikelihood of you two getting out of this place alive. Was slim at best.

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narnie3313 · 4 years

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Let Me Burn-Chapter 2

Genre: Angst, Fluff, Romance, Eventual Smut

Warnings: Language, Violence, Explicit,etc....

Summary: The moment you saw those piercing eyes in the corner of the club, you knew you were hooked. There was never a question about it…You knew this man would burn you, yet you embraced the flames.

Pairing: Dabi x reader

Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3

“It’s you….who are you? Why were you watching me? Who are you? What did you have to do with all this?” At this point you didn’t care that you were rambling and repeating yourself, you were too lost to care.

“I wont hurt you. I put you in the room so you didn’t get hurt. I’ll ex….”

“YOU put me in the room? Why? When? Why don’t I remember?”

“If you’ll shut up for a minute I’ll explain everything but I need to get out of here and I want you to follow me. If you don’t, you wont get your answers and you’ll never see me again.” Without another word he turns around and steps towards the door.

Shit. I don’t need to be involved in this. But I need to know what happened…I need to know who he is. You turn and quickly snatch up your belongings and follow after him. The front door is gone….a hole where it used to be. That must be what the explosions were before the blue light… You walk out into the cold night air, feeling it more than usual because you would usually be drunk going home so wouldn’t feel the cold breeze. You try to stifle your shiver as you follow the tall man in the black trench coat. What the hell am I thinking. This guy looks like a textbook serial killer or some shit….my mother would kill me. You sigh and shake your head. But something about him feels….safe? He saved you from whatever happened in there and those eyes of his hold too many secrets that you cant walk away without unravelling. I need to know.

You’re not sure how long you’ve been walking but you keep about 5 paces behind him at all times. It’s not until he stands in a side alley holding a door open and staring straight into your soul again that you notice you’re far away from the regular bright lights and busy streets of the city. He looks from you to the door as if telling you to go inside. You slowly move towards him and look straight into his eyes questioningly then move inside the door and look around. It’s not what you expected at all. You’re led off the street down a short hallway into an elevator where he presses the highest number. As the elevator begins moving, you can feel his stare on you while you’re just looking at your hands. You allow your gaze to move up his body towards his eyes, admiring the body under his open coat. Tight jeans show the curves of his calves and his muscular thighs but his loose singlet shows his collarbones and strong neck. Moving up to his face, you notice his scars, once again feeling drawn to them as if they were magnetic to you. Paying close attention to every one of the staples in his skin, your eyes move to stare into those endless blue pools again only to find him trailing his gaze over your body that you had all but forgotten was only covered in a skimpy black dress.

“Enjoying the view?” You ask with a roll of your eyes, hoping he’ll ignore the fact that you’d just been doing the same thing to him.

“Could ask you the same thing, sweetheart.” He says with a small smirk as his eyes come back to meet yours.

“Where are we? Where are we going?”

“One of my safehouses. You wanted answers so I’ll give them to you. But I had to get out of there before the cops and heroes got there.”

“What are you, some kinda hit man or some shit? What normal person needs a safe house?” You say as the elevator doors open with a ding.

“I’ll answer anything you ask soon. You’re cold and still in that little dress so go take a shower first and I’ll set some clothes out on the bed for you to warm up first. When you’re done, come out and we’ll talk.”

“You’re serious? 1. I don’t know where those clothes have been. 2. I’m not just gonna get naked in a strangers apartment and 3. I don’t even know who you are.”

“You don’t have to trust me but you’re safe here. Why would I save you just to hurt you? Seems like a waste of time don’t you think?” He says with a tone of disinterest.

“I guess…” You say as you walk away into the bathroom he pointed to. You couldn’t deny, you were really, really cold. The winter air on the street certainly hadn’t done you any favours.

You spent longer than you care to admit searching every possible spot for a camera or something suspect but gave up when you found nothing. You got in the shower only after making sure the door was locked like 3 times and allowed the hot water to warm your cold body. Once you were done, you wrapped yourself in the fluffy towel and unlocked the door to peek into the bedroom to see if he was waiting for you. Surprisingly he wasn’t….although not all that surprising. Despite the abnormal appearance that may have frightened anyone else, you weren’t phased by the scars….they weren’t what drew you in, and for some unexplainable reason, the moment you laid eyes on him, you knew you were a goner.

Warm and dressed into a set of what you guessed were a pair of his sweatpants and hoodie, you walked cautiously out the bedroom door and entered a large, open plan living room/ kitchen surrounded by large windows over looking a dark part of the city. You weren’t sure exactly how high you were but you could see where the city centre was from the bright lights a few blocks away. You looked around for the mysterious man you’d allowed yourself to be taken by…I can’t even say he kidnapped me. Damn it y/n, why do you make stupid choices? Why are you like this? You place the ball of your hand in your eye socket and throw you head back in frustration. You’d made stupid, dangerous mistakes before but they paled in comparison to this. This takes the cake.

“You know,” that husky voice sounds from to your right, sitting in an arm chair watching you. “Most women wouldn’t follow a strange man home. Do you have a deathwish?”

“I don’t know. I needed answers about what happened and….” You look back down to your hands.

“And…?” He asks, cocking a brow.

“And……I can’t explain it but….I feel safe with you. Your eyes tell me there’s more to you.”

Your eyes are still on your hands in your lap so you miss the way his eyes widen with shock at your words.

“I’ll answer whatever you want honestly.”

You’re not even sure what to ask first. You look up at him through your lashes. “Why did you save me from….whatever it was that happened back there?”

“I don’t actually know. Something about the way I was drawn to you the whole night and then the way you approached me and touched me without even a touch of fear in your expression….I knew I had to see you again.”

Your face flushed at that. “Ok, so, you were watching me the whole night?”

“Couldn’t keep my eyes off you, doll.” The way the name rolled off his tongue had your body heating up from within your core as his eyes noticed the change in your breathing and smirked.

“Ok….then….who are you exactly?”

“Dabi.” Your heart sank as each syllable of the name rattled in your brain. Dabi. You’d seen that name on the news. Extremely dangerous, do not approach. Yet here you were sitting in his living room. Your eyes widen slightly, not knowing exactly how to react. The news articles never specified what he was wanted for, just that he was dangerous. But this man in front of you seemed so…..soft? Despite his appearance he just radiated gentle vibes. What the hell is actually wrong with you, y/n? First thing, 9am, I’m booking a therapist.

“I’m guessing by that reaction, you know who I am.” He sits forward, slouching and resting his elbows on his knees at that statement. You shake your head gently. “No?”

You look up at him with gentle yet cautious eyes. “Well, I mean…I’ve seen you on the news. Wanted and dangerous was all they say so no, I don’t actually know who you are, I just know OF you.”

He can’t help but smile at that. “Hmm.” He sighs, leaning back lazily in his chair. “You’re interesting. You know my name and that I’m wanted for reasons unknown to you but bad enough that they say my name more than twice a day on national television, yet you’re still here, sitting in front of me, without running or looking at me in horror. Why?”

“Well, all I can think about is how you’ve had literally every chance to hurt me but you haven’t. You could have in the club, but you put me in the room away from whatever happened there. You could have while I was looking in the locker. You strike me as the kind of person that would be quiet enough on your feet not to get caught if you didn’t want to be. You had heaps of chances while walking the dark, empty streets here. Hell, you even had me in your bathroom and bedroom where no one would have ever known where I went and you still did nothing except offer me a shower and clothes… I don’t think you want to hurt me. Then again,” you say throwing your hands up and shrugging, “maybe there’s bigger, more torturous plans for me.” You say with a giggle as you watch him smile slightly. “Look, I don’t know why you’re being nice to me or whatever, but thank you. The next question I have is, what actually happened to the club? And why did I pass out while watching you?”

“Both questions I don’t think you’re going to like the answers to.”

“I need to know.”

“Ok. The club was broken into and robbed by the team I’m involved in. That club was actually a front for a black market. They had the biggest stash of priceless stolen items in the city in their cellars. My group needed the money so we took what we could grab and destroyed the rest of the club as a message to the owner. As for why you got passed out, I’m sure you would have been hot from the dancing and the body heat of the dance floor and its not uncommon for people to pass out from heatstroke in events like that, but I’m pretty sure what sent you over the edge was my flames.” As he says the last word, he rotates a hand to rest on his knee palm side up as a small blue flame dances in his palm. “My flames burn way, way hotter than most so it would have knocked you out since you were so close.”

You were mesmerised by the flickering blue light in his palm still, until he noticed your dazed expression and closed his hand into a fist, extinguishing the flames. Shaking your head, you look back at him. “So that’s what the blue light was?” He nods. “Ok. There’s one more question, but I’m afraid to ask.”

“You want to know what happened to all the people in the club.”

You can only bring yourself to nod, still looking into those glowing blue eyes.

“The flames I released that you saw were aimed for gas canisters being thrown above the crowd. The gas knocked everyone out. Another one of the group teleported all the people into separate areas of the city except for the owner and the people in on the market. When we got what we needed, I used my flames to torch everything that could indicate we’d been there without letting them spread to the outside so no one showed up until daylight.”

“You’re very calculated. What happens to me now? You said you saved me because you had to see me again… but what does that mean? What do you want with me?”

“I don’t actually know about that yet. I’m not evil. I don’t do things just to kill and maim people and I certainly don’t want to hurt you. I can let you walk away and return to your day to day life since I know nothing you could say to anyone would get me caught anyway, but you’re interesting. I want to unravel you.” Keeping his eyes on you, he stands up and takes 3 large steps towards you, stopping when his toes meet yours. His hand reaches out to your face as his thumb and forefinger cup your chin, tilting your head back slightly. “I want to know what’s going on in that brain of yours…” He leans down till you can feel his breath on your ear, causing goosebumps. “I want to know what makes you tick.”

Now, you couldn’t deny this man was enticing, for lack of a better word, but you also weren’t easy. No matter how hot this man was, you still knew he was dangerous and weren’t about to give it up that easy.

Placing your hands softly on his chest you pushed while leaning back to put some space between you, just enough to give him a smirk. “You’ll have to work a lot harder than that.” With that, he stood back upright and chuckled.

Author note: Ok, chapter 2 is up. I’m currently working on chapter 3 but will also be off grid this weekend (8th August - 10th August) so next chapter should be mid next week but don’t hold me to that. As always, let me know what you think as feedback is always extremely appreciated! Thanks for reading!

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a-n-conrad · 4 years

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Fighting and Flirting (Bakugo x Reader)

Chapter 22: A Rescue Mission

[Summary: After you wake up in the hospital, it’s take for more of the regular class 1-A antics. This time, however, you don’t give anyone the option of not bringing you along]

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The sound of beeping was the first thing that you notice. The next was the pressure of the bandages on your hands and around your torso. Then it was that only one of your eyes would open. The other was bandaged up, along with a good portion of your face. How long were you out?

“(Y/N)? Are you awake?” Shoto was sitting in the chair next to you. He must have been waiting for you. You must have been out long enough for him to be checked out and released.

“Fuck, why does breathing hurt?” You ask, as you take a breath in, causing a sharp pain in your chest.

“You broke three ribs, you have second-degree burns on your hands, a third-degree burn on your face, and a sprained wrist,” Shoto lists to you. Apparently he had hounded the doctors until they told him, “I’d guess the pain is from the broken ribs.”

“How did I break my ribs? I didn’t even get hit there?”

“My guess is that it’s from that weird scream you did. The one the threw me into a tree. Do you even remember that?”

“Um, vaguely, I guess. I thought that was a dream.”

“I wish it was. Seriously, that hurt.”

“Sorry about that, Sho.”

“You were out for a few hours, by the way. I called your parents and they told the doctor that I'd take there place instead. They’re still on their trip, and I guess they’re extending it a bit, too.”

“Of course they are.”

“They still have Bakugo, (Y/n).”

You knew that. Though you’d be lying if you side that you hadn’t hoped that was a nightmare, “I figured.”

“Ragdoll is missing too. And Jirou and Hagakure haven’t woken up yet. And Deku’s a few rooms away. Yoayarozu woke up about two hours ago. And she told the police and All Might about a tracker she put on one of the villains.”

“A tracker?”

“Kirishima and I were talking. We want to try to convince Yoayarozu and Deku to help us on a rescue mission.”

A rescue mission. A chance to make up for your failure. And to get Katsuki back. Had they hurt him? What would they do if he said no to their attempts to turn him into a villain? Would they torture him? Or just kill him?

“I want in,” You say.

“No, (Y/n),” He replied in an instant. Like he was expecting you to say that. Maybe he was, “Do you have any idea how bad of shape you’re in? And you literally just discovered a new part of your quirk, and it broke your ribs and knocked you out. You need to rest. I just told you about it, because I know you’d worry if I didn’t.”

“Deku’s in worse shape!”

“Deku doesn’t have bandages all over his face! You really think you can do a stealth mission like that?”

“I can make it look like I don’t! I’d be the best person to bring on a stealth mission! I have built-in disguises!”

“She’s right, dude,” You hear a voice interrupt. Kirishima was standing in the doorway, with a few of you other classmates. The looks on their faces made it seem like they weren’t very comfortable with the conversation, so you assumed they had all turned down the rescue mission already, “She’d be a good person to bring along.”

You told the rest of your classmates to go visit Deku for now. You were sure he’d be waiting up soon, and he could use some company too. Meanwhile, you continued to bicker with Shoto, with Kirishima backing you up the entire time.

“I heard what happened after he was taken, man,” Kirishima says, snapping at Shoto a little, “She needs to be able to help him.”

He was right. And you could tell that Shoto saw that, too, though he was reluctant to admit it.

“Fine,” He finally relented, “Meet us outside tonight. We’ve gotta go see if Deku is awake yet, and we’ll try to convince him.”

- - - - -

They had managed to convince Deku, though the rest of your classmates apparently fought back a little. Tsu even mentioned that if you went to rescue him without permission, you’d be no better than the villains. You weren’t really sure if you were anyway. Compress was right when he said that you wanted to kill him. In that moment you did. And if you ever ran into to Tomura Shagaraki, you couldn’t promise you wouldn’t feel the same, then, too.

It didn’t matter at that moment, though. You were going to save Katsuki, and anything else could be dealt with after that. Besides, if Shoto and Deku were on your side, you were sure everything would work out fine.

You were discharged from the hospital that night. They had one of their doctors with a healing quirk heal your injuries for the most part. Your ribs were alright as long as you didn’t hit them too hard, the burns on your hands were mostly healed aside from a bit of raw skin and your sprained wrist was completely healed. The only thing that wasn’t healed was your face. And as far as the doctors know, it probably won’t heal entirely. You’ll likely have a pretty bad scar on your face forever.

Deku was the first one there after you. He seemed a bit surprised to see you, though you saw him understand why just as he did. Though, that didn’t stop him from expressing his surprise, “I honestly didn’t expect Todoroki to let you come along.”

“He wasn’t exactly keen on the idea, but I didn’t give him much of a choice. Kirishima helped with the convincing too,” You replied.

He opened his mouth like he wanted to say something, before closing it again. It’s obvious he thought he’d hurt you but as you raised your eyebrows at him, he got the message to just say it, “Is your face going to be okay? It looked pretty bad.”

“No,” you sighed, “Not really. Chances are I’m going to have a pretty nasty scar.”

“I’m sorry.”

“About what?”

“I’m the one that brought you along to that fight. That’s why you got hurt.”

“Not really, Deku,” You laughed a little, “I insisted on coming, just like I’m doing now. If I get hurt, it’s on me. And right now, we need to Katsuki back.”

“I guess you’re right.”

“Of course she’s right,” Kirishima says, as he arrives with Shoto, “She’s her own person who makes her own choices. And she can stand up for herself. If she wanted someone to baby her, she wouldn’t be at UA.”

“Besides, as much as I try to keep her out of trouble, she only seems to find new ways to get into it,” Shoto sighs. As much as he didn’t want you to go on this mission, you could tell that he had accepted that there was no way of stopping you.

“Stop,” you hear, just as Momo arrives to give you your tracker. The stern voice is pretty familiar to you, so you don’t jump, unlike Momo, who was on edge, “I can’t allow this.”

You can tell that he was planning on launching into a speech. And normally you would’ve just sat through it. Too bad for Iida that you weren’t exactly in the mood to hear it. “Shut up, Iida. If you’re so goddamn worried about us doing something stupid, come with.”

Everyone froze and stared at you as though you were a ghost. And you weren’t exactly done rambling either.

“They took Katsuki, they fucked up my face, and they’re trying to kill All might. I’m not just going to sit by while they do whatever the hell they want until the heroes step in.”

Shoto sighed, “Iida, she’s not going to give up. Either you let us leave or you come with.”

It seemed as though Iida was pretty caught off guard. You knew why. You were sure he had a whole speech prepared, and you interrupting him through him off a bit. He recovered relatively quickly, though, “What kind of a class president would I be if I allowed you to do something like this on your own. I’m coming with.”

“Good.” With that you left, following the tracker that Momo had made to hopefully find where they were keeping Katsuki.

- - - - -

FROM HIS PERSPECTIVE

Bakugo was getting a little annoyed at the rambling of the idiot in front of him. They were making Aizawa apologize for him getting kidnapped on television, and Shigaraki had apparently decided that they should all watch. And his yammering about how “unjust” hero society is was really getting on Bakugo’s nerves.

Though, to be honest, Bakugo was more focused on the black-haired man. The one who was there when he was taken. The one who burned (Y/n). He couldn’t help but wonder if she was ok. That burn on her face looked pretty bad, and he had no idea how long it took for her to be rescued after he was taken. He felt guilty for being the reason she was hurt, but he also felt angry at the man who had hurt her. But he needed to focus on finding a way to escape.

“You see,” It seemed as though Shigaraki was reaching the end of his monologue, “We’re fighting for a just world. And we’d like for you to join us.”

He ordered the man, Dabi, to free him. It took just about all of his self-control not to fry the guy while he was only halfway through releasing him, but eventually he was free. But he knew that he couldn’t attack Dabi. It wouldn’t do as much.

With a breath, he launched an attack at Shigaraki.

- - - - -

When you reached the distinct you were supposed to be in, you figured out pretty quickly that you’d all stand out the way you were. Momo suggested that you go buy disguises, though you reminded her that either she could make them or you could make the illusions of some. Shopping was a waste of time, and you weren’t exactly in the mood to running around on a shopping trip. This wasn’t a vacation, it was a rescue mission.

So you quickly put illusions over you, Shoto, Kirishima, and Deku, while Momo made disguises for her and Iida before you continued on your way to where the tracker was pointing you.

It took a while, but eventually, you found where you were going. It was only when you looked past the wall that you saw exactly what was going on.

The heroes had obviously gotten there before you. You saw Best Jeanist, and you were sure he’d be disappointed if he saw you. But instead, you watched as he fought a man you had never seen before. He obviously wasn’t with the league when they attacked. You would’ve remembered his face. Or at least, his lack of a face.

You watch in horror as the hero you interned under was impaled by the strange, faceless man. Something was off about him, but you couldn’t focus on that. Katsuki was nowhere in sight. At least, for a moment.

You were even more terrified when you watched as Katsuki appeared out of nowhere. You really hated how often these villains could just teleport people wherever they wanted. It was starting to piss you off.

Along with the appearance of Katsuki, was the rest of the League that was there when he was kidnapped. And soon after that, came All Might. There was no clear way in and no clear way out for Katsuki. You could tell he was looking for one. This was the most control you’ve seen him have in a while.

You watch as All Might attempts to attack the faceless villain. You expected it to be a somewhat easy fight, only to be surprised when it’s not. All Might seems to be pulling his punches a little, and as you watch his face, you figure out why. He’s watching Katsuki. He’s trying to make sure that Katsuki doesn’t get hurt.

The faceless man gave an order. You couldn’t hear what it was, but as Kurogiri, who was currently unconscious, was forced to open a portal, you made a guess. And as the villains from the league started to corner Katsuki, your guess was confirmed.

“Shit, we have to figure out how to get him out of there before they drag him through that portal,” You whisper to the others.

“Yeah, but how?” Deku asked, he was obviously trying to think of a plan, but it was taking him a little while. You couldn’t blame him either. It was a hard problem to figure out.

“All Might can’t fight with him still there,” You whisper, “We have to figure something out before one of them dies. I just wish there was a way for us to work it out with Katsuki. And even if Deku manages to get in there somehow, I doubt he’s going to get Katsuki to listen.”

“Oh!” Deku obviously had an idea, “He may not listen to me, but he will listen to you.”

Deku explained his plan. He and Iida would launch you and the two of them into the air. You would call Katsuki, who would launch himself into the air as well, and the three of you would pull him to safety. With that, All Might would be able to fight and you’d hopefully be able to get everyone to somewhere that the villains couldn’t attack.

You agreed. It was reckless and dumb and might get you killed, but it was better than standing around. And you had already come so far. You needed to rescue Katsuki.

Launching into the air with Iida and Deku grabbing you was a very strange feeling. The feeling of your feet dangling in the air usually would have made you anxious, but you were too focused to really feel the anxiety. It was like when you were fighting in the forest. You were too focused to feel anything for real.

You notice the faceless man turn a bit towards you. You can tell he notices you. He looks as though he’s about to attack, only to stop as All Might attacks him. All Might sees you, and you aren’t quite sure how he’d feel about your rescue plan. But he gave you enough of an opening for it to work.

Before you know it, you’re in just the right position for you to put your plan into action. You shout for Katsuki, and he turns, immediately boosting himself into the air. You can tell he looks a little annoyed at the rescue, but as he reaches you, and as you grab him, you can’t help but feel so relieved.

- - - - -

Your landing was a little rough. In fact, you’re pretty sure that one of your mostly healed ribs cracked again. And you let down all of your illusions. There was no way for you to keep focused after you hit the ground.

“Jesus fucking christ, I expect stupid shit like this from Deku, but what the hell are you doing out here, (Y/N)?” Katsuki snapped when you landed. You’d normally snap back, but you couldn’t stop crying. “Oh shit.”

Katsuki looked frantic like he didn’t know what to say, and all you could do was grab him. Hugging him and grabbing the fabric of his shirt with a death grip was the only way that you could convince yourself that he was actually there.

“Hey, hey, (Y/N),” His voice was soft again. You were honestly so scared that you’d never hear that soft voice again that you started crying, “I’m right here, sunshine.”

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[A/N: Seriously, thank you so much for understanding my need to take a break for a little. I get really attached to pets, so this weekend has been rough. And I’m sorry if this chapter is a little sloppy.]

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linkspooky · 4 years

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can you please explain how endeavor alludes to the sun and the spiders thread because i saw it in his super moves prominence burn and hells spider the spider's thread is an opportunity for redemption.

The Spider’s Thread is a story about Kandata, a thief who lives his life stealing from everyone and is sent to hell.

Among the groups of bad people in Hell, there was one man called Kandata. Kandata had been a very evil man. He had killed people, stolen from people, and even burned houses with people in them. He was truly an enemy of all good people. But once in his life, he had done something good, and Buddha remembered this.

His one good deed is sparing the life of a spider he could have stepped on.

‘No, no. Even something this small has a reason to live. It would be truly evil to take its life away.’

So he let the spider live, and went to steal from the man.

Enji Todoroki is someone who has lived similiarly to Kandata, in that both of them have been selfish their entire lives.

Endeavor is someone who used his family for his own selfish purposes. All he ever did was take from them. Rei lost ten years with her children. Todoroki, lost his mother and his chance at a normal childhood. Natsuo and Fuyumi were failures who were ignored by their father. Touya lost his own life. Despite being a hero, Enji Todoroki is a thief who does nothing but take from his own family over and over again the same way that Kanda does.

The spider’s thread thematically is not a story about redemption. It’s a story about one small chance at redemption. Kanda is offered a second chance, because of the one good deed he did in his life. There was one person he did not steal from. There’s something beautiful about this small chance at redemption, because it means even in the life of a bad person, their good deeds don’t go to waste. There is also something tragic, because in the story itself, the spider’s thread snaps.

Kandata shouted at the people below, ‘Hey, you terrible people! You awful people down there! This spider’s thread is mine. It belongs to me, and only me! Who told you you could all climb up? Get off, get off!’

Then, suddenly, the spider’s thread broke. It made a SNAP, and Kandata fell. He fell down and down and down. Finally, he landed in the Lake of Blood with a SPLASH, along with all the other bad people. The spider’s thread hung in the air, shining bright like the needles on the Mountain of Needles, while all the bad people sat below.

Kandata’s chance at redemption comes from thinking about someone else other than himself for once. He spares the smallest amount of consideration for the spider and offers it mercy because there was no reason to take from them. It’s not just being a thief that sent Kandata to hell, it’s his selfishness, he lived a life only thinking about himself. What gives Kandata his chance is thinking about somebody else. What makes the string snap is when once again, all Kandata thinks about is himself.

Ironically, Kandata’s pursuit of his own redemption is selfish. He doesn’t care about other people getting out of hell, he’s only trying to save himself. That’s why when he sees other people weighing it down, he starts trying to shake them off and it’s that decision that makes the thread snap. His redemption had to be for other people, and not himself, and Kandata fails that.

So, at this point the conflict with Endeavor is he thinking truly of others, or is he being selfish again? Does he want what’s best for his family, or does he want what’s best for himself? For Enji growth would be thinking about someone other than himself for once, what makes other people happy rather than what he personally wants. His dream even shows him that, that his family might just be happier when he is not around.

In the chapter there’s a confrontation with this idea that Enji himself will always choose his career as a hero over his family, even when he claims what he wants is to make it up to them.

Ending, even says so in the latest chapter. That even when his own children’s lives are on the line he’ll continue to play hero. That playing hero always comes first to Endeavor.

The spider’s thread is the decision to spare one person, to think about one person other than yousrelf for once. In that instance we’re shown Enji’s connection with Touya. What would be an actual concrete change for Enji, rather than just a desire to change lies in Touya.

Who we know now most likely, rather than being an innocent child has turned into a spider.

Touya is a genuine confrontation of Enji’s actions. That his actions directly created a villain. In Touya, Enji can no longer continue to have his way. He cannot be the number one hero, and also be forgiven by his family at the same time. It’s something that forces him to choose what is more important to him, what is best for the family that he ruined, or what is best for himself.

Enji’s greatest character flaw has always been his fire, and how wrapped up he is in his own emotions that he always ends up burning others and making others the victims of his own emotions. What he needs to realize is how his flames burn other people.

Ergo Dabi, the perfect conflict because he is a literal walking burn victim who was made this way because Endeavor’s abmitions only thought of himself and not his children. He is the shadows that Endeavor’s burning ambitions create, the confrontation of who Endeavor really is, a violent person who burns, who killed Touya. Dabi looks like a corpse because Enji is being confronted by the child who was killed in the abusive household that he created.

Touya is his spider’s thread. But remember, the spider’s thread as a story isn’t actually a story about redemption. It’s a story that reveals the true character of the person offered it. Kandata spared one spider in his life, but when given the oppurtunity to help someone else he only thought about himself.

The fact that Kandata thought the spider’s thread only belonged to him, that he was the only one that deserved to be saved is exactly what causes the thread to snap. It’s a story about a selfish redemption.

Dabi could be the spider’s thread for him, but he could also be the flames of hell that he falls into.

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tamakiamajikistentacles · 4 years

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Two Ghosts (part 3) {Dabi}

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Alongside Bakugo and Midoriya as well as several other hero course students, Shoto was tasked with evacuation. They worked quickly and much more efficiently than expected but he wasn’t happy. He felt that his quirk and the quirks of his work study partners were much better suited for the backup villa team than some who were assigned there. Still, he had his orders.

But the best laid plans and strategies were not enough to keep his course when he saw blue flames light up one wing of the large building in the distance, fire and smoke dancing into the sky in a tornado pattern. His legs were carrying him to the villa before he registered he was moving and behind him he could hear Bakugo and Burnin screaming at him as he ran.

He dodged through other heroes and the straggling citizens before taking the steps two at a time up to the lavish mansion. It was only as he flung the door open to see the fighting inside did he realize he had been followed.

“Todoroki, what are you doing?!” asked the frantic voice of Midoriya behind him.

“I have to be here, Midoriya,” he explained quickly. If Dabi and Kazane were here that meant that Touya and Raila were too and he had waited days, weeks, months to say his piece to the two family members that had been stolen from him.

Shoto turned away from his classmate and headed to the end of the villa that he had seen ablaze, avoiding the questioning gazes of the heroes who knew he wasn’t assigned to their team and pressing on. The blood rushing in his veins and the pounding of his heart were the only things keeping him grounded as he ran.

It was only after turning a corner that he skidded to a stop at the sight of a figure in front of him. The blonde’s face was familiar, one he knew he had seen at the training camp and in the heart of Kamino.

“You’re one of Izuku’s friends!” she squealed excitedly. “He’s here too isn’t he? Is he bleeding?”

He activated his quirk, his hands crackling threateningly. “You shouldn’t be concerned about him right now. If you surrender, I’ll speak to your cooperation.”

“Ohhh, you’re Endeavor’s baby boy aren’t you?” she asked, ignoring his words completely. “You don’t look like you’re scared to use your fire like at the Sports Festival, is it because of what Izuku said to you? Fire’s boring because burns don’t bleed, they just get weepy.”

“Are you going to surrender or not?” he asked tersely.

She rocked onto her heels in a girlish fashion, her hands behind her back as she grinned, the points of her teeth glinting in the low light of the corridor. “No, I’m gonna get a nice taste of you and then get close to my cute little Izuku.”

Pulling a needled pump from behind her she launched herself forward and before Shoto could react with a sheet of ice to freeze her to the floor, a heavy blast of air flew past him and knocked her back. Then an electric green flash filled the space and within seconds he could see Toga on her stomach, Midoriya kneeling beside her holding down her wrists.

“Izuku!” she chirped.

Ignoring her, Midoriya looked up at Shoto. “We were on evacuation, we shouldn’t be in here! What the hell are you doing?”

“I told you, I need to be here—”

A low, chilling voice cut him off as blue flames began to lick along the walls, “Of course the prodigal son of Endeavor would need to be in the middle of the action.”

“Can’t get credit if you’re not at the scene,” agreed a feminine lilt.

Turquoise and gold eyes shone from the darkness at the end of the corridor, two long coats obscuring the rest of their bodies. A shiver ran up Shoto’s spine at the realization that he was finally coming face to face with the missing pillars of his past.

A shout startled him from his thoughts and his gaze shifted back to Midoriya who was clutching his wrist and Toga was licking the needle point of her support item. Laughter came from behind them.

“C’mon Peach, our vampire can handle two baby heroes herself, we’ve got a more pathetic one to tend to.”

The pet name made him go rigid.

“Take him, Peach.”

It echoed in Shoto’s mind, dreams and memories and the present moment blending into one.

As they disappeared down an adjacent hallway, Toga lunged for Midoriya who immediately went on the defensive. In that moment, Shoto made his decision. He sprinted forward and sent a thick sheet of ice across the carpeted floor that crept up Toga’s legs just as she crouched down for another attack, quite literally freezing her in place.

“Keep her contained, I have to go after them!” he called back to Midoriya as he rounded the same corner, guilt twisting in his stomach at leaving his friend behind.

Dabi and Kazane were ahead of him, swift and silent as they moved deeper into the villa, and he shouted to get their attention. It was only when they glanced back at him, their stride not breaking, that he noticed the state of them; smoke was billowing from beneath Dabi’s staples, blood clotting where some had popped free, and Kazane had soot smeared across her face and shallow cuts on her neck.

A wild look came to Dabi’s eyes and he stopped, Kazane following his lead with a small smirk. Shoto slowed to a stop several meters from them as they turned.

“What are you gonna do, little hero?” Dabi asked with a grin. “You gonna capture us? Freeze us? Burn us? Know ya ain’t got the stones to kill us. Guess your old man didn’t teach you that yet, huh?”

“Think about your odds,” Kazane said as she stepped forward. “You can’t take on both of us.”

“You won’t hurt me,” he replied, his voice sure despite the opposite being burrowed deep in his chest.

Dabi’s eyes went wide and he cocked his head with a sinister smile pulling at his burned skin. “Oh is that so? You think because you’re a kid—a child soldier—I won’t turn you to ash? Any other little hero brat, maybe, but you?”

Kazane grabbed his arm as he started toward Shoto, a warning squeeze to his bicep just barely perceptible to Shoto’s keen eye. “Bigger fish, love.”

“No, no, no, Peach!” he laughed manically and swept his free arm out in front of him. “Don’t you see we have the perfect bait right here? How better to coax out Endeavor than with his MASTERPIECE?”

Ice began to slowly creep from beneath his boot in preparation for the fight brewing. He didn’t want to fight them, but he also knew that his acknowledgement of who they really were would only provoke them more. So he would do the only thing he could—stay on the defensive.

And when flames erupted from Dabi’s palm, he sent a jet of his own fire towards it as a counter meant to stop it. He didn’t expect Kazane to send a cylindrical gust of wind to carry the blue stream in a wider pattern, his traditional flames swallowed to grow the blast as it came for him, and he tried to throw a wall of ice up to soften the blow.

The ice shattered, melting before shards could hit the carpeted floor, and Shoto felt the heat on his face as he dodged left, rolling until he was in a kneeling position with one hand braced against the wall as he panted.

“You don’t know what you’re getting yourself into,” Kazane said distastefully, looking down her nose at him, the golden hoop in her septum glinting in the light of the residual flames clinging to the walls around them. “Kids like you are so quick to turn a blind eye to the flaws of the system that trains you to die. And for what? Fame? Fortune? The approval of the monster you call Father?”

“No,” he growled, the scent of singed hair lingering in the air.

“Deny it all you want,” Dabi sneered, “but the truth is you want to be a hero because its what your old man wanted for you. Appeasing the bastard’s shortcomings means you’re finally perfect, right?”

“NO!” he shouted, fists clenched tightly.

Kazane giggled. “Love, look, we’ve made the puppet angry!”

Shoto hated her callousness, hated that this was what they thought of him. He’d spent every waking moment since the Sports Festival searching for his own heroic purpose past what his father had wished for. He had friends who supported him despite his hardened attitude at the beginning of their first semester and encouraged him when he didn’t think he could break the mold he had been forced into. Even his family dynamic, slow as it was, was changing. He just wished there were two more people to work with when it came to the Todoroki name.

“I want to be a hero to save people.”

Their laughter died out when he spoke, amused looks and raised eyebrows replacing it.

“It’s a hero’s job to save people, people who can’t save themselves,” he continued with a bowed head. “Whether they ask for help or don’t believe they deserve it, I want to save them. I want to protect them because when I was a child I was worked to the bone, trained to the point of sickness, just to be told I was wasting my potential. But I had people that tried to be my hero, that tried to save me. One was my mother and the others were my brother and his girlfriend.”

“Oh for fuck’s sake, do you think we’re going to pity you because you know how to talk your way out of this with other idiots?” Dabi spat, advancing on him once again. “You think you can pull the daddy issues card with me and get away with it? Am I supposed to feel sorry for you right now?” He stood before Shoto and grabbed a fistful of his hair, jerking his head up to look at him.

“You’re… you’re supposed to know that I want to be a hero for the right reasons,” he replied thickly, his scalp stinging and his heart pounding in his chest.

Dabi scoffed and tossed him back, his kneeling position causing him to stumble and fall back against the far wall of the corridor.

Breathing heavily, Shoto looked up at both of them, Kazane still a few meters behind Dabi. “I want to be a hero so that I can save people who feel trapped or feel like they don’t have a choice. I want to be a hero, a real hero, to make Touya and Raila’s sacrifices worth something.”

Kazane inhaled sharply and Dabi blanched, this time being the one stumbling back. She grabbed his arm with white knuckles when she reached him, both of their expressions unreadable.

How could he know their real names?

“It took me so long to realize it,” he whispered, locking eyes with Kazane. “But your eyes are what gave you away. They made me remember warmth, of what love is supposed to feel like, and when Fuyumi found old pictures and I saw you, it all came back. He… he still calls you ‘Peach’ even with your hair dark like this.”

The villains were still.

Shoto continued, this time looking to Dabi. “I don’t know all the details, but I know you were trying to make him train you instead of me, that’s how the fire started. I… I wish things were different. I wish you had stayed! His training… I’d take it a hundred times over if it meant you had never left. If it meant our family stayed together and you got to marry Raila, I would take all of the punishment again.”

He pushed himself up to stand, his legs trembling as his head lolled back to rest against the wall, his scalp still tingling from his brother’s grip.

“If you surrender I’ll speak to your cooperation just like I told your friend,” he said quietly. “Turn against Shigaraki and the Paranormal Liberation Front, work with us to keep innocent people safe. Eraserhead, Present Mic, my teachers, they’re real heroes. They’ll help you. I’ll help you. Endeavor has shown the drive to improve and to better himself but you owe him nothing. None of us do.”

An uncomfortable feeling settled heavy in Dabi’s chest. He wasn’t attached to Shigaraki or anyone else in the League or the PLF—Kazane excluded—but he had the want, the need to continue Stain’s work of ridding the world of the false heroes who were sat upon the highest of pedestals and they were the best means of accomplishing that. Endeavor was his largest target and the desire to see the light leave his eyes, the eyes he had inherited, was so strong that it had helped him survive for the past decade.

How could Shoto expect him to just abandon every awful moment he had experienced for the first seventeen years of his life? How could he advocate for the system that had ultimately, and quite literally, sparked years of abuse for both of them? How could he have such hope that the black mark on each of the Todoroki’s could be washed away if he were to return?

Kazane’s features softened as she gazed at the young hero. He had grown tall like Touya—Dabi?—and he was lean but solid. No more was he the small boy she had put on her hip and carried through the Todoroki compound, but similarities were there. The desperate look in his eyes was one that had haunted her for the many years they had been gone and her heart clenched at the knowledge that this time, it was her fault. She’d always hoped for the best for him but once he was in front of her she assumed the worst of Endeavor had taken over him; when he was training to be a hero at his father’s alma mater how could she not? She hated that the bastard’s influence could still sway her after so long.

She turned to Dabi and intertwined their hands briefly, giving a quick squeeze before turning back to Shoto. Cautiously, she approached him, her hand falling from Dabi’s.

“You really remember?” she murmured.

He nodded. “I knew your eyes first, but after the photos I remembered your hair being pink and the paper cranes.”

Her expression became pained. She wished that there were better times to remember than when she had taken him away from training so Touya could shout at their father. He should have remembered festivals and ice cream shops instead of muffled screaming and the residual heat on his skin.

But she also wished there was a way to reverse the damage done after they’d left too.

“Your scar,” she said. “We should have—”

“No,” he interrupted with a shake of his head. “That’s not on you.”

She stood only an arm’s length away when the emotions became too much. As often as she told herself that the past didn’t hurt the façade came crashing down when she looked at the boy in front of her. She reached out a hand to cup his cheek, the last time she had done so being ten years prior.

But her hand never made contact.

A large bang came from behind her before a blinding orange stream of flames engulfed her body completely, her mouth opening in a silent scream as her flesh began to bubble and melt.

Dabi was frozen as he watched from the opposite wall he had been shoved into, his eyes opening just as the fire overtook her form. There was a ringing in his ears and a lump in his throat when her body curled in on itself and she was able to turn towards him. Through the shock of the scene unfolding, he could make out one booming voice.

“Don’t you dare touch my son!”

And his heart stopped beating as he locked eyes with Kazane, the anguish clear in them despite her now disfigured features before they became void, the once vibrant golden color reduced to a dull, lifeless hue not unlike unpolished metal. A cold chill ran down his spine at the realization that she was gone. Kazane who loved his cause, Raila who loved his family, his peach who loved him… gone.

Clothing reduced to ash and skin cracked with blisters and exposed muscle lie in a heap before Shoto, his horrorstricken expression persistent as his breathing grew ragged and he started screaming at Endeavor.

Dabi wasn’t sure if what he was saying was coherent or not but it seemed to stir something within Endeavor who rounded on him, their matching eyes going unnoticed by the older man who snarled something at him lost to the blood rushing in his ears. Shoto’s borderline hysterics seemed to spur him on because he ignited a fist and came for Dabi with wild eyes.

Instead of standing to face him like he had dreamt of doing for so many years, he stayed on the ground propped against the wall. A thousand thoughts consumed him as his gaze shifted again to the charred body of the woman he loved. He was going to die the same way in the corridor of this villa.

Why would he fight now? Enji Todoroki had stolen his childhood, his family, and now the love of his life. Did dismantling the institution he was the face of even bring satisfaction if his peach wasn’t by his side?

It truly didn’t matter if it would or not. He would fail. He had failed as a successor to Endeavor. He had failed as a son to his mother. He had failed as a brother to Fuyumi and Natsuo. He had failed as a shield to Shoto. He had failed as a disciple of Stain. He had failed as a protector to Kazane. What good was he?

If anything he felt guilty for it all. He couldn’t protect Shoto or Kazane and now Shoto was going to see two people he cared about taken away from him and Kazane was dead.

Dabi wondered when it would be enough, when Endeavor would be satisfied with all he had taken from his children. He doubted it would ever come even long after he left this life. It didn’t matter anyway; Dabi knew it was pointless to go on without Kazane—it’s not like he could survive without her, and at least in death they had the chance to come back together

He let his eyes fall closed; he wouldn’t give this man the satisfaction of looking him in the eye as he dealt the final blow.

The heat from Endeavor’s flames licked at his skin and the booming voice followed, drowning out Shoto’s screams to stop, wait, don’t do this! But for all the senses he still had that could push past the numbness settled into his chest since he’d watched life leave Kazane, he could paint so many pictures of the past melded with the reality of his present.

Shoto’s voice was no longer soft and high like it had been when he was a child but strong and deep, fit for the hero Dabi now knew he would become—a true, worthy hero who was a hero to do good in the world—but his distorted shouts and pleads for mercy ignored while Endeavor shouted. Kazane—no, Raila was beside him but quiet not by his direction this time. The flames dancing behind his eyelids were growing brighter as Endeavor’s voice grew louder and without the additional fighting around them, he could swear they were back in the Todoroki compound’s training room.

It was fitting, he supposed, that Kazane and Dabi be ended by Endeavor’s flames. Touya had been created to receive the flames and had in a way been ended by them, just as Raila had. Dabi and Kazane had been born from them, and now...

Now flames came back to flames. Ashes would turn to ashes. Dust would turn to dust. Two ghosts would cross from one plane to another.

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