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angelus-scripturae · 1 year

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Hold still || Dabi x reader

Hey y’all. So i’m not dead lmfao. just stressed a bit atm rough time y’know. Here’s something i thought of in the shower at 2 am :).

Summary: You replace Dabis staples.

Warnings: Nothing really. Swearing and slightly suggestive, a bit of blood detail, implied established relationship, inaccurate depiction of medical practice (you use pliers to remove and replace staples).

Implied female reader

You had been a part of the league for as long as it was a thing. You hated how the idea of a “Hero” was corrupted and warped over time so you decided to help end that. Which lead you to meeting Dabi.

The man caught your eye the second he walked in the room. The deep purple scars present on his body was the main factor drawing you to him. He was mysterious, secluded, closed off. That just intrigued you more. You’d spend hours sitting by his side rambling without him saying a word. You did that for months until one time you simply shut up in the middle of your sentence because he wasn’t even looking at you.

He was staring at the blurry, soundless TV in front of the couch, a cigarette hanging out his mouth and the faint wisps of smoke escaped from his mouth when he breathed. You sat back into the tattered sofa and laid your head on your fist.

“Why’d you shut up?”

His words caught you by surprise. They were some of the first words he had spoken to you. The only other time he had spoken was when you asked what drink he wanted when you went out “shopping”.

“Why’d you stop?” He repeated.

You pondered on what to say for a moment. You decided to just continue your rambling right where you left off.

Dabi and you got closer in the months that followed. Spending almost every moment together. I mean there’s nothing else to do other than wait around for Shigaraki’s orders nowadays. You even opted to share a room with each other when you inevitably had to move to a smaller, more isolated area.

Thus lead you to today.

“Can you change my staples?”

“What?” You replied thinking you had heard wrong.

“My staples. Can you change ‘em?” he repeated, louder this time as if you were going deaf.

It was roughly two in the morning. Toga and Twice were up on the roof looking out for hero’s and Shigaraki was somewhere with the doctor looking over Nomu designs. You were going to be alone for a while.

“Why?” You said after a few seconds.

“Cuz, they need changin’.” He said stating the obvious for you.

“Why me though. Can’t you do it?” You wondered aloud, “I mean haven’t you been doing it your whole life?”

“Well, yeah.” He sat up in the bed and faced you, “but I never quite get it right and it’s fuckin’ difficult cuz i can never see what I’m doin’.”

“I mean sure, but I doubt I’d get it right.”

“Thanks princess.”

Dabi then got up from the bed and headed towards the practically decaying chest of drawers. He rustled around in a drawer for a few minutes before turning to you with a box of basic stationary staples in his hand. He threw them to you and you caught them before examining the box.

“Are these supposed to go in your body?” you asked with concern.

“Probably not.” he walked towards you with a smirk picking at the staples beneath his eyes, “but it’s the best we got right now ain’t it?”

“I guess.” You chuckled as he sat down beside you. “We really need to get some hospital staples.”

You stood up and stood between his legs as he tilted his head up to look at you.

“So how do I do this?” You asked as he handed you some pliers in a silent answer, “You want me to use these to get staples out of your face?”

“You scared you’ll hurt me?”

“Well yes.” You stated looking straight into his azure eyes, “These are pliers and stationary staples. Both should never be used to do this.”

“Awe.” He pouted with a half-smirk, “Don’t worry sugar, I can take it.”

You placed the box gently on the bed before holding the pliers properly in your hands. You hooked the end of the pliers under the staple before gently easing it out of his skin. Small drops of blood dripped down his chin which you quickly wiped with your sleeve. You then placed the staple on a tissue and took a new staple out of the box before easing that back into the holes and wiping away the blood that surfaced.

“Did that hurt?” You asked holding brushing the staple with your finger. His hands came up to rest on your waist, the cold metal of his rings sending goosebumps up your sides as his thumbs made small circles on the skin.

“You see me cryin’?” He answered and you shook your head, “Just continue.”

So you did. You repeated the tedious action of removing and replacing the staples and laying them onto the tissue on the nightstand.

He kept moving around to get comfortable this almost making you fuck up multiple times.

“Hold still.” You warned and he just rolled his eyes.

One sudden movement made you take a staple out much more aggressively than planned.

“Ah fuck!”

“I told you to hold stil! That is not my fault. Maybe if you didn’t move so much this wouldn’t happen.” You scolded as you placed your hand under his chin to keep his face still and wiped away the blood dripping from his chin.

You continued again without an issue until you got to the last few on his neck.

Your hand on his chin tilting his head up and away from you, his hands still on your waist caressing the soft skin showing. You began to pull on the staple to remove it when his movements ceased. His hands tightened and he sucked in a sharp breath.

“Did I hurt you?”

“Nah you’re alright darlin’. Just be a bit careful with that one.”

You nodded and continued. Taking extra care with the last few staples as to avoid hurting him any more. Once you finished, His hands dropped from your waist as you went into the kitchen to despose of the used tissues and wash your hands and the pliers the best you could.

You were washing a bit of dried blood off your hand when a pair of arms snaked their way around your waist and a chin rested in the crook of your neck. You leaned your head onto Dabi’s as you felt his long exhale on your coller bone.

“I feel a lot better doll.” He spun you around after you had finished washing your hands and pressed you against the counter. Your hands found their way up to the back of his neck and into his hair. “You did so good.”

“I should do it for you all the time then?” You smiled as his lips ghosted over yours and the soft smell of tobacco and toothpaste lingered in your nose.

“Fuck yeah. You look fuckin hot while doin’ it too.” He whispered before pressing a soft, passionate kiss to your lips.

Hi! Hope you enjoyed this very much self-indulgent fic! Just thought i’d give y’all something before i went back to writers block lmao.

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dorki-c · 3 years

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Fuck him up (if he hurts you)

Characters: Dabi, Fem.(Reader), Toga, Mr. Compress, Giran

Relationship: Dabi and (Reader)

A/N: Hey! I’m finally done with this one! Whoop! Whoop! It took a little while but I’m glad its done because to be honest...I really enjoyed writing this, but, I have other things that require my attention. Also! Happy belated bday Dabi!

As always, PLEASE REBLOG AND LIKE! (ALSO COME JOIN MY VALENTINES EVENT, ALL YOU NEED TO DO IS CLICK HERE!)

TW: Threatening, Swearing and Cheating

Does anybody know the stages of getting over your cheating significant other?

It all starts out with denial- how bittersweet that filthy fucking word is-, although it doesn’t last long, when once you managed to eat at least five tubs of Ben and Jerry’s ice cream whilst watching the last show of some shitty soap opera, the next stage comes to bite your ass, anger- also known as throwing or burning your exe’s belongings that they left; however, I prefer burning it (they won’t be able to sell it if they come back).

Once those first two (rather tough) stages fly pass, this third one was like hitting the jackpot for me, but probably not for you, as the mental gamble caused lots of sexually frustrated people to bargain- to play the dice, you shall, but even gamblers don’t use the ‘third time is the charm’ as its utter bullshit- and then--!

OH GOD, HERE COMES FIVE MORE TUBS OF BEN & JERRY’S ICECREAM! THIS ONE IS A REAL KICKER! SOMEBODY HELP ME! THE LIVING ROOM IS FUCKING FLOODING WITH DEPRESSION- Yup, that was you five tubs of ice cream ago, maybe some chocolate might help…

At last, when the cleaning crew arrived, and you managed to accept- with the sunshine glowing down on your skin after four long stages of shit- with the fresh thought of buying a couple dresses that you saw on sale from that one adorable itty bitty corner shop.

But I’m not like that.

And here’s why in (you guessed it) 5 stages.

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1. Discovery.

Rolling their shoulders backwards, a blanket fell backwards as a tall silhouette ghosted from the bedroom door that they left open.

When the bathroom light blinked to life, (y/n) faintly heard the screeching of the door shut on itself. Though, she knew her beloved boyfriend had to go to ‘work’, what she didn’t know was who made his phone ping at 7:15 in the morning.

Scooting over to the opposite side of the bed, blankets stuck to sweat-ridden skin as they coiled around her legs similarly to a snake and ensnared them to stay stuck and stationary. The plush pillows tried to lull her back to sleep. However, (y/n) wasn’t having any of it.

Reaching out to grab Dabi’s phone- even if he didn’t give you permission- the time was as you predicted, though the contents of his notifications bleeping up was something you didn’t predict. The background of his lock screen was something to behold as it was a picture of your concentrated form doodling in a sketchbook whilst a pale white cup stood beside two fresh slices of cake.

Shakily revealing the messaging app, there was around four or five unknown contacts, all listed under the people’s numbers.

Though one of them caught your eye.

Opening the chatroom, your free hand clutched the blankets.

Dabi is going to regret making you break the way you did that morning.

(He has no choice in doing so.)

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2. Kicking the asshole out.

“Toga…? C-can you come over, please.”

The TV presented the small-town news that had little to no intervention though that didn’t mould the female into a wish less mess where a gentle hand went to work and smooth out ensnared knots. “Are you okay now, (y/n)-chan?” You never heard Toga murmur before, but that’s the perks of being alive now.

(Y/n) released the trembling bubble of air out of her lungs and into the atmosphere, readying herself for that front door to open. Shaking your head to respond to Toga’s question, a small huff was released out of the other female’s chest.

The blonde female knew why you still weren’t okay.

Whoever walks through that door will have a profound effect on whatever will happen to (y/n).

However, with the slight nudge of her friend’s hand pinching the side of her sensitive waist, a yelp was released in surprise whereas the blonde villain giggled at the reaction. “Your so easy to scare, (y/n)-chan!” Toga loved to tease you, but in this time frame it wasn’t to make you feel uncomfortable but rather the opposite.

She wanted to make your thunder stricken heart rumble with rage in an unknown and bizarre way- but to also remind that you weren’t alone-, though, you had this bubbly and extra crazy best friend who brought over too many sweets for your stomach to handle alongside the annoyance that you hadn’t noticed Dabi’s strange and desolate nature.

As Toga picked up another opened bag of candy (I think they were ‘eclairs’), unwrapped the golden covering as the crinkling plastic fumbled like sparks dancing across the fingers in a tantalising rhythm. In an attempt to grab the bag, Toga was about to throw it across the room so you could get off her because, and I quote “You’re killing me with your weight!”, how lovely that compliment is for somebody who’s blood is like a glacier falling apart after a storm chipped the exterior and revealed the icy truth underneath.

And may God cover their eyes, as that chilling sharp edge at the tip of the glacier crumbles under Mother Nature’s will (so does the female when the familiar screech of the door revealing whoever is walking through reaches her ears).

Sluggishly dripping back onto the couch where at least three of the seven stocked up with fluff blankets- wrapped around drooped shoulders- had slid onto the floor, Toga made an effort to pick them up and stuff (piling) them next to the drowsy (y/n).

“I’m home, dollface!” A familiar voice hollered.

When both of the female’s heard that voice, there was no turning back to the past.

(Y/n) glanced to a duffel bag next to the couch, then glanced towards the teenager’s sinking rage as the blonde’s lips started to slip into a scowl.

A step almost turned into two, however, was held back by the puffy eyed female. “C-c-can I handle this…please?” They whimpered.

Toga really needs to gain a resistance to (y/n) cuteness when she’s sad.

Grabbing the duffel bag, two slippers shuffled (real smooth) around the couch to enter the hallway that led to the front door. Exactly where Dabi was about to take off his shoes.

“I recommend not taking your shoes off.” The pair of blue eyes looked up in confusion. “What? So, I can’t take off my own shoes in our home?” It sounded like a tease, but what if there was another meaning behind it?

Dabi, however, knew that familiar look of sharp-edges eyes where the glossy swirling of a singular emotion led to- and his teasing didn’t make the situation, he’s found himself in, any more light-hearted.

“This isn’t your home anymore,” Hissed (y/n), where (the fuck) did she get that attitude from?

“Who told you that you can throw me o—” The heavy duffel bag clutched in (y/n) clammy hands thud against Dabi’s chest, where his feet slid against the front door’s matt- his legs trembled at the impact the bag had on his chest- along with the rising cough that caught up to him after fleeing from a hero.

“Nobody—told me what to do.” Another sniff ensued, “But, I figured out the truth.” An eyebrow twitched upwards in anticipation as his hand bawled against his hip.

“Then tell me, what’s this big ass ‘truth’ you figured out?” Retorted the male with turquoise eyes watching her head droop towards the ground to hide something.

Raising it after a momentary pause, she glowered “You’re a bloody cheater, Touya.” When tears stained the red canvas again.

“Oh, so this is what it’s about…” Voice as nonchalant as shallow murky river water, “Do you even realise why I did it?” Rolling his eyes, two fingers wormed their way towards a special ring on her left hand before it hit the ground.

“I don’t want to know why.”

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3. Jealousy

It was sudden, quick, and loud how Toga came into your (lonely) apartment.

Bang went the door against the wall and crash went the multiple shoes from the shoe cabinet as they thudded against the floor.

“(Y/N)-CHAN! I HAVE GOOD NEWS!” Her shout was louder than the moans you would usually make when it was a pleasurable night with your (new) ex, however you shouldn’t dwell on past relationships.

Only moving your eyes slightly from the book gripped tightly in your hands, Toga sauntered over holding a suspiciously large bag, this only led one ping-pong ball bouncing back to another ping-pong ball within the crevasses of your mind.

Placing a ripped piece of paper in the book, it snapped shut, “Who did you kill?” questioned (y/n)- knowing that when Toga finds something, she will resort to violence, no matter the cost-, however the sweet smile presented as a defence for whatever action she committed was enough dull your concern.

“Not telling ya!” Then getting a knife out- wait, where did that even come from-, Toga stabbed into the black plastic bag and tore it open with many- I mean tons- of clothes sliding out of the bag and becoming a miniature avalanche in the small space that is your living room.

“…H-how?” Sputtered (y/n), Toga replied: “Big sis’ Mags let us borrow some of her clothes!”

(Y/n) can only imagine how Toga managed to convince Magne to let her borrow some clothes off her, and by clothes, (y/n) could only assume its short skirts and dresses.

“But!” Added Toga, “we have to wait for Mr.C to pop up!”

Great, even Mr. Compress knows about your breakup with Dabi.

“Fine.”

Sitting pretty on a kitchen chair, a small brush lightly dabbed a small hint of colour against the rooftop of your eyes. “Why are we doing this, again?” Murmured the relaxed female as a small dress laid boringly over the torso where it edged closely to showing the backside of her thighs.

Chuckling in response to her inquisitive comment, the villain grabbed liquid eyeliner, although it was smacked out of his hand and replaced with pencil eyeliner matched with a scowl from his subject.

“Liquid eyeliner is cursed, don’t get that shit near me.”

“My, my, even somebody as classy as I wouldn’t offensively smack such an object—”

Oh boy, here we go again.

“Shush, I could easily get Big Sis Magne to beat your ass if you use that tone with me, sir.”— “Oh heavens no! I think Magne would pick my side out of the two of us!”— “Oh really now?”— “I believe—”

Another door slammed open and in stormed Toga in a confident catwalk down the hallway just to profoundly exclaim; “NOPE! SHE’LL CHOOSE ME AS THE CHOSEN ONE!”

Cue the laughter.

Before the sun was ready to roll itself out of the closet, the patchwork villain made his way under the thick cover of darkness to a certain broker’s office.

Pushing it open to let the light of the office room scream in his eyes before he even had the chance to speak, the older male that greeted him, offered him a seat.

“Hey Dabi, what brings you here to my humble abode?” Giran spoke out as the glistening cup of coffee placed in front of the wanderer reflected the light into its murky brown ripples. “I need you to trace this number to its origin, and quick.” Anxiously sliding his phone to showcase your number, the broker twitched his brow upwards.

“First and foremost, where’s the cash?” A thick wad of yen slammed against the table.

“Happy now?”— “Very much so!” Scowling at Giran’s happy chirp, the broker worked his magic on the burner phone to effectively trace the number back to your location, where Dabi soon enough made his way towards the destination you were at.

He doesn’t know why he’s doing this…

Nor why he still keeps the ring…

However, he knows what he’s going to say next.

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4. Anger

Simmering and low crackles of something in the kitchen of your apartment awoke the female from her drunken slumber.

What was being made and why does it smell so familiar? The waft of the meal being created swarmed the first stimulant within the hungover mind of yours truly as the wavering warmth rustled around your legs in an unspoken persuasive whisper to stay in bed.

However, curiosity killed the cat and also brought it back.

Two feet tapped the floor in alerted silence.

Tiptoeing across the room, a hand clenched the side of the doorway when two eyes surfed the surroundings outside of her den.

The sizzling stopped, with a small snap of fire going out.

At the same time this happened, it was then when she figured out who was in her kitchen: Him.

Him, with his tall stance that could make for a ladder to climb on or him with his broad shoulders that look like they were bricks squished underneath his skin, where his paired raven hair familiarly spiked up.

“What are you doing here?” If it wasn’t for the delicious food he was making, then you would’ve killed him on sight. A lacklustre glance at the female, he uses one of her spatulas to move the bacon from the frying pan onto a plate with plump golden coloured scrambled eggs.

“You were drunk, I brought you home, and am now making your hangover breakfast.” Placing the plate next to your arm resting against the counter, with another glance in your direction, Dabi made a finishing blow in the words of: “Since you can’t cook for shit.”

Oh boy, he knows you too well to expect your immediate reaction: anger.

From the built-up rage that started to stack up from days of unrest (and being bloated because of the several tubs of Bens & Jerry’s ice cream), it all started to splutter out of control.

“Oh-- So now your fucking attacking me after the shit you put me through?”

“Why should you know?” (Y/n) turned sour at his comment, “’Why’ I should know?!”

From the nearest counter, there was an empty glass. You took advantage of the potential weapon held it up ready for it to slam against the ground.

“(Y/n) -- put the glass down.” Warned the patchwork male.

With the tips of her ears feeling ever so hot, it felt like the pressure escalating within her ears caused only for her protests to be heard even through the pause of silence.

“(Y/n).” A small twitch of one of his feet made (y/n) flinch backwards. “Com’ on, I know you don’t want to hurt me.” He took another step toward, her grip tightened on the glass cup.

“Do you even know why I’m here?”

“No,” Moving her hand higher, Dabi took another step forward, (Y/n) took another step back, “And I don’t want to kno—” Blubbering a bit of salvia as the female attempted to speak, though it was incoherently heard through squished cheeks.

“Listen, for fucks sake,” Electric blue eyes pierced into your soul like a spear, it’s quite hilarious: You once loved those blue eyes of his, you once worshipped the feeling of his eyes raking down your nude body before- as they took in the sight of pleasure squirming and tightening underneath those diligently flexible fingers-, but those days are over.

He can worship your goddamn forgiveness if he’s going to restrain you like this.

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5. Forgiveness

“That’s what happened.”

Two legs of your own were crossed over each other like two birds of a feather.

“Are you being honest with me?”

His hand tapped the table as he sat across from you.

“Yes, I’m being honest.”

Breathing inwards and releasing a slow, practiced breath. She glanced at the male’s awaiting expression.

“Okay…”

Biting his ruined lip, the raven-haired male let out a breath of relief.

“Will you forgive me?”

She wishes she could.

“I’m not so sure yet…”

Dabi looked to the side to see (y/n) with both of his eyes.

“But, I’ll give you one last try.”

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divinewhimsy · 4 years

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OOO I EAGERLY ANTICIPATE THIS PIECE OF WRITING ❤️ i did not expect my thought-vomit to prompt anything but i am happy 😊😊 -musicalanon

Hi Musicalanon!! I’m sorry this took so long and that it’s not a whole lot but I hope you enjoy it!!! ^^

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Dabi’s gained an obsession with your stomach. Ever since the baby bump has started to become more defined, he’s zoned in on the area. Drawing lazy, endless patterns with his fingertips, a gentle palm pressing into the round shape as you sleep in his arms.

There are times you catch him cooing soft and comforting phrases to it when he thinks you’re asleep, pressing gentle kisses to the skin. He detests any clothing that keeps your stomach away from him- and often you’ll just end up rolling the hem of your shirt up to appease him.

“If I didn’t know any better I’d say you’re excited.” you laugh as you lean against him on the couch.

He pulled you into his chest a while ago, lining your legs with his own, encircling your body with his own. His hands immediately went to your stomach and the prominent bulge. Palming and cupping the skin tenderly, his blue eyes trapped on the area as his chin tucks into your shoulder.

“Hmm.” he hums quietly, not quite giving you an answer but not leaving you in silence.

“That’s it? ‘Hmm’?” you tease and try to catch his gaze with the turn of your head. He shrugs uselessly, his fingers a whisper around your belly button, tracing the visible veins lazily.

You press a gentle kiss to his temple, leaning into his touch. Being pregnant hadn’t been the easiest thing thus far but Dabi had posted himself at your side from the start of it.

You wouldn’t be surprised if he had some kind of undiscovered pregnancy kink but so far he’s been the perfect doting baby daddy. While he still has his more...Risqué moments, he’s been attentive to your every need. Wanting for nothing, not even getting to lift a finger before he’s on his feet.

You feel the gentle kick of the child in your stomach and chuckle as he goes rigid- it’s the first touch the baby has made this far. And of course Dabi’s hands were on your stomach for it to happen.

“Do you think it’ll be a boy or girl?” you muse softly, running your hands up and down his arms lightly.

You feel Dabi shrug again before he plants a lazy kiss to your throat.

“Don’t care.” he murmurs, his voice a deep rumble in his chest.

“You’re not hoping for either?” you quirk a brow.

“Nope.” Dabi pops his lips at the ‘p’ sound, lazily laying his cheek on your shoulder. His hair mixes with yours, tickling your skin slightly as he bends his legs, tucking them beneath him and tugging you into the center of his lap.

“What do you hope for, then?”

“For them to be strong. And safe.” he murmurs quietly, wrapping his arms around you tightly.

Strong…? Since when did he care about strength?

“What do you mean ‘strong’?” you ask, running your fingertips across his forearm lazily.

“What do you mean ‘what do I mean’? I want them to live.” he huffs.

Ah. Now you get it.

Strength because he considers himself weak.

“You’re strong, so I’m sure they’ll be.” you smile softly, feeling the unease tense in his muscles as he sighs heavily.

“You’re talking too much.” he grumbles, rubbing small circles into your stomach.

But you can hear the embarrassment in his voice. The rising shyness that’s so rare to take over his features- only you get to see him like this. And you know his longing for praise.

“Strong and smart. You’re so caring, too. I hope they’re exactly like you….Perfect.”

“I am not perfect.”

“Not in the societal sense but you are to me.” You shrug. “That’s all that matters.”

He’s quiet but you know he’s appreciative by the way his arms encase you, caging you to his chest. He’s not always the best with words. Especially when it comes to reviving praise and showing his thankfulness.

So the gentle squeeze he gives you is more than enough. You twist to look at his beautiful face, leaning against the back of the couch to get a better angle. He meets your gaze with a slight quirk in his brow but doesn’t comment as you start to run your hands through his hair.

His eyes close with a small sigh, the feel of his locks through your fingers making you smile happily. He bends to your touch, a lazy kiss ghosting against the corner of your lips.

Even if he’s quiet- you still know he loves you. He wouldn’t be here otherwise. He wouldn’t hold you like you’re seconds from breaking, wouldn’t kiss you like his life depended on it. Like he needs it.

But he does. And you’re beyond head over heels for him, happy to have this precious little family together with him.

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monafruiit · 4 years

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lux aurumque // pt 1.

SUMMARY: In which you meet guardian angel Keigo protecting you from demon Dabi.

WORD COUNT: 1.3k

PAIRING: Guardian Angel! Hawks x Reader x Demon! Dabi

WARNINGS: None

Blood red wings encircling the two of you, like a sturdy barrier. A promise whispered gently in your ear. His warm breath tickled your neck, causing goosebumps to trickle their way down your spine.

I promise to never leave your side.

A blue light faded in and out all around your room. You turned to your alarm clock and waited until your vision cleared and you were able to see the neon-light numbers reading 3:33 p.m. You swore you’d only take a twenty-minute nap, but it lasted an hour.

Those golden eyes still haunted your thoughts. In the corner of your room, you saw a figure near your closet. When turning on your lamp near your bedside, you laughed sheepishly as you saw your clothes were piled up on your lounge chair, shaped into a figure.

Today, you were lucky enough to have just one class for the day. You hated how late your classes for this quarter were. You packed your laptop and other school essentials, heading out your apartment. You were in your second year of college and completely done with academia. Essays every week, exams bi-weekly; it was enough to drive anyone mad. But with your parents struggling to pay the bills, that was all the motivation you needed to withstand these stressed-filled days.

You finally made it to your college, sighing in relief as you stepped out of the bus.

The professor carried on his lecture while you struggled to remain focused. Out of your entire schedule, Biology was the class you despised the most. Even though you’d taken biology in high school, you could not, for the life of you, remember what vesicles and lysomes were. All your attention seemed to be directed towards the golden-haired man you saw in your dreams. Who was he to you? Why was he so passionate about keeping you safe? Had you met before?

Class seemed to pass by as you were already near the end of the lecture. The professor finished off by reminding the students that their midterm was coming soon. You realized you’d been behind on your studies. You internally groaned at the thought of binge studying, knowing darn well that it might nearly be impossible. Maybe you’d ask Natsuo for help.

The professor was finally finished with his lecture and you was more than eager to be one of the few that finished packing early and out the door before everyone else.

The sky was no longer as bright as you remembered. It had turned navy blue and the lights from outside the buildings were the only source of light. Even the bus stop you needed to take had one light, illuminating the sole bench that stood there. Though it made you uncomfortable, you knew you had to wait there until the bus arrived. You hoped it wouldn’t run late.

A looming figure, unknown to you was leaning against a tree, watching you. The back of your neck tingled with nervousness. You couldn’t see where, but you knew someone was close by. As if by instinct, you finally found the figure you had sensed across the street. You couldn’t make out his face, but you knew it wasn’t a familiar one. Your breath stood still as you tried acting aloof. You two were the only two people in the surrounding area. The bus stop’s light flickered like the bulb was soon to burst. You thought it best to turn back and make your way back to campus or where there were groups of people. The click of your shoes against the pavement was the only sound that echoed throughout the street. Soon after, you heard the disruptive pattern of someone else walking right behind you. You peered over your shoulder to see the dark figure making his way towards you. Your heart sank and stomach churned in an unpleasant way, and your mind wandered to the darkest possibilities.

The figure suddenly appeared in front of you with a terrifying smirk. “This won’t hurt a bit,” the figure said. You found, soon after, that you were unable to move. It was as if you were tied down by a scaley snake slowly wrapping itself around you. The figure rose his hand towards your forehead and with a single touch, your forehead sizzled as a mark slowly appeared. You cried out in pain as the figure continued to grip you tight, just long enough to finish the brand. A crescent moon was etched onto your forehead. Even the slightest touch sent a twinge of pain through your head, causing your vision to blur.

“Welcome back, Princess.”

Images of the figure flashed through your mind. Deep purple. Scars across the figure’s eyes, arms, and chest. Bright turquoise eyes contrasting the dark hue of the figure’s clothing. Flames so engulfing they burned just by looking at them. They surrounded the figure, swallowing him whole as he smiled behind them. With feeling like the air within you was being taken away, you jolted from your bed. You heaved as you clutched your head. You fumbled over your blankets to reach the nearest mirror. No scar. Was it a dream?

Once again, just like before, through your mirror you saw at the far end of the room, those golden eyes piercing right through you. He gently swayed his way over to you. He flashed his crimson wings that fluttered, each feather bristling slightly. And those honey eyes that were all too familiar were locked on you. He walked too close for comfort, holding your chin in between his thumb and forefinger, only to place a kiss upon your lips. He tasted sweet. Those warm plump lips melted you like butter, causing your knees to tremble. He looked back up at you, sealing a kiss on your invisible scar. He smelled of earth; a mountain spring in the Summer.

“You’ve been granted the kiss of an angel.” The blonde-haired man placed his hand across his chest and bowed. Even the wings that grew from his back lowered themselves. “You’re safe now.”

“W-who are you?”

“Keigo, your guardian angel,” he smiled.

“Guardian angel?”

“I’ve received word that the demons from the underworld have grown restless and begun to rise to Earth in search of you. I’m here to protect you.” Keigo walked around the apartment, curiously touching the objects he could get his hands on. You watched as he admired your figurines.

“Demons? What do demons want with me?”

Keigo turned to her holding a small glass cube in front of one eye. “Well, you’re a princess, of course.”

You choked on your own saliva. “I’m sorry,” you cleared her throat, “did you say princess?”

The gentleman chuckled and nodded. “Yes.” He walked up to you and caressed your face. From up close, you could see the hazel in his golden eyes.

“I-I can’t be a princess.” You followed behind him as he continued to search throughout your apartment. Your phone began to ring and Keigo immediately picked up the object.

“It’s making noise! Who’s Na-tsu-o?” Your eyes widened as you snatched the phone away from him.

‘He’s a guy from one of my classes. We study together.” You answered the phone and walked to the other room. Keigo was left looking around her apartment like a brand-new puppy, jumping all around the room to look at the insignificant things that meant the world to humans. Plants adorned the walls with many ranging from green to burgundy red. On the coffee table in the living room, you had left a stack of papers that caught Keigo’s eye. He sat in front of the table and picked up the papers. It was titled,

The Fall of Icarus

A/N: I’ve had this story locked up in my ever-growing WIP sea of fics. I’m not sure when I’ll continue it, but I hope it’s soon. Anyways, thanks for reading! It means a lot.

#hawks #hawks x you #hawksxreader #keigo #keigo takami #dabi #dabixyou #dabi x reader #dabixreader #mha #bnha #anime #anime fic #fanfic #fanfiction #guardianangelhawks #demondabi

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kai-kurono · 3 years

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Dabi x Suicidal reader! [Stay with me]

Paring: Dabi x (gender-neutral reader)

Warnings: Suicide Attempt, Self Harm thoughts, and acts Cuss words

Comfort: People with Suicidal thoughts and people who struggle with self-harm.

You sat there on the bathtub. For the past weeks, you had been falling into a dark place, the only thing keeping you alive, the only slight string of hope you had, the light that gave you happiness, had all gone away. You cried to yourself, you messaged your boyfriend but he hadn't responded. He was the last thing keeping you alive, now you feel as if he abandoned you.

Sure, he was on a mission with the rest of the league but Shigiraki said this would only last a week. Everyone else was back, why wasn't Dabi? It's been 3 weeks.

The blade was so tempting. The way it shined from the bathroom light, directly into your eyes, and the full bottle of pain killers just stood out from its surroundings. Within Seconds the tub was filled with blood. You couldn't understand why there was so much red.

Looking down at your legs you realize that you made multiple cuts when without realizing it. With a quick sigh, you added some more cuts into your arm. It was painful, each cut made you hiss out in pain and shed a few tears. Soon the whole bathtub was stained with your blood and your body looked as if he bathes in red food dye.

You brought a hand to your mouth and tasted the deep red blood. It was bitter so you spit it out. "How does Toga like this?" You asked yourself. "This shit tastes horrible" You stood up and went to grab the pain killers, making a mess of blood with every step you took. You place yourself back into the tub.

"This place looks like a murder scene..." You say softly. You get drowsy and your eyes start closing on their own. "I just need to take the pain killers-" You didn't bother to finish your sentence

Very weakly, you opened the capsule containing the pills. You took out one pill and brought it to your mouth. As you opened your mouth, someone came through the door. You thought it was one of your teammates, maybe it was Toga sensing blood. You had no energy to look at whoever entered.

"[Y/N]" A familiar voice yelled. The yell alone made you flinch, making you look at who said it. Your eyes widened when you saw Dabi there, with such a worried expression. Then it all went blank. Though, you still could hear everything going on.

"Doll..." you heard Dabi say softly. "DON'T YOU DARE CLOSE YOUR EYES" He yells. You could hear something shaking, assuming it was the bottle of painkillers. You didn't even take any and you think Dabi thought of that because you heard him do a sigh of relief. "You didn't take any so you won't die from an overdose...but these cuts look deep, shit."

You didn't hear much from him afterward. It was just "Shit" "Fuck" "Stay with me doll" "I'm an idiot" and "I love you so fucking much" Coldwater hit your skin, the water sinks into all the cuts. Then you feel a towel and Dabi's hands next was...Bandages? Whatever happened next, you couldn't figure it out. This time you passed out and couldn't feel or hear anything.

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You wake up. You were going to sit up so you can check your arm and legs but something was stopping you. You could feel someone breathing down your next and a warm body that felt a little rough. "Dabi" you whisper while smiling. Dabi must have still been awake cause after you said that, Dabi sat up and held you in his arms.

"[Y/n]" Dabi says. You look at him straight in his eyes, you tried to figure out what he was feeling, but his expression was just blank. "I'm sorry you think this world hates you and the only way to escape is by death." He stops and he holds your hand. "We've known each other ever since we were kids, we have each other's back, and you stayed with me even though I became a villain. Every time I needed you, you were always there. I think it's my time to repay your kindness."

"I was in such a dark place while you were gone, I don't know what I was thinking. I felt like I wasn't in control." You tell him. "I'm just glad you still stuck around with me after all this bullshit-"

"The only bullshit here is how the world is treating you" Dabi Smirks. "Listen, I should be saying that I'm glad you stayed with me after all the Bullshit I did." Dabi laughs "Sure hate being a Todoroki."

You laugh with him "And the adrenaline from running away, that was amazing!"

"Remember when we're put in a Psych ward cause of self-harm?" You nod. "Bro it was winter and they gave us SHORTS" Dabi goes all dramatic and puts his arm over his eyes.

"The food was shit, didn't even give us a spoon for our mac-n-cheese" It was your turn to be dramatic. "The pain and agony we felt as we had to rip off a piece of the box so we didn't have to use our hands!" Both of you Laugh.

"Leave it to use to make a traumatic event into a laughing show!" Dabi tells you.

"Today's shit will probably be something we would make fun of in like 3 years" You joke.

You and Dabi joke around about all the memories you two made, even if it was something traumatic.

#Dabi Dabixyou Comfort chracter Dabihelpsyou Dabixsuicidalreader

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dorki-c · 3 years

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Chicken Nuggets

Characters: Dabi and Reader

Relationship: Dabi and Reader

A/N: Yes I just released a shortass one-shot about reader-chan wanting chicken nuggets, no I do not care. (Also thanks for all of the nice new year wishes!) Also hey @glitterfreezed and @in-this-house-we-stan-izuku do you want to eat some chicken nuggets with me and dabi?

One thought: Chicken nuggets.

The two words were a frequent visitor in the half-asleep and half-hungry and awake mind of yours truly.

As a languid warm hand squeezed a thigh of your own, it wasn’t long till your lips slipped a groan undetected. Although the pillow was plush as a cloud, your head drifted towards something firmer.

“Doll…wha’ ‘re you doing?” His gravelly voice was emitted into the grounded silence of the peaceful night where the only source of light was the alarm clock, however, you didn’t know that until your eyes peeked open from their resting position and wiped the gooey substance from the itty-bitty corner of her eyes.

Gripping the side of his waist, two sleepily weak arms pulled herself towards the human radiator- “Noo…” Releasing a protesting whine, Dabi’s hand pushed your face away but it was in futile- resting a cold cheek on his stomach, (y/n) giggled when she heard her lover’s arms dramatically flop against the loud mattress.

Even if the sound of creaky springs erupts with few vibrations against their bodies, however, nobody really cares. Without Dabi’s resistance to your clingy embrace after 7, maybe 8 seconds, the release of a grumpy huff intently distracts you from feeling the clammy calloused hands nudge the majority of your drowsy limp body.

“Mmm, baby…?” Murmured the female when she rested her chin on the male’s sternum. “Hmm, doll?” Sure, Dabi knew- with that half-assed shit-eatin’ grin- that you would get pissed off at him if he started teasing you at ‘who the fuck knew the time was’ o’clock, additionally, he knew himself that you woke him up for a stupid question.

“What time,” A yawn interrupted her sentence, “is it?” Glancing to the side of the bed, those weary turquoise eyes read the information and spoke out the time for you and your ears alone to hear.

“Can we get—” Dabi interjected your sentence with a “No.” Jutting your lip outwards, he narrowed his eyes.

“You don’t even know what I want!”

“Yes, I do.”

“No, you don’t.” Rolling his eyes, Dabi gestures for you to continue. “I was asking if we can get chicken nuggets…”

“My answer is still no.”

“Fine…”

#I want chicken nuggets #dabi mha #dabi x reader #Dabi lives rent free in my mind #dabixyou #dabi imagine #bnha x reader #bnha x y/n #bnhaxyou #bnha dabi #No i didnt add tags cause whats the point?#ILY GLITTER! <3 #AND AND I CANT FORGET SWEATER EITHER!!!#ILY2 SWEATER #Y'ALL ARE AMAZING EACH AND EVERY ONE OF YA

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dorki-c · 3 years

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Shifty Kitty (Sequel to Ms. Cheshire Cat)

Relationship: Dabi X Quirk! Female! (Reader)

Characters: Spinner, Dabi, (reader)

A/n: Bare in mind this is a drabble and is like a million years old from sitting in my wip folder :)

TW: Swearing, stabbing, use of guns, drabbly drabble goodness

It was another one of those nights when you decided to strike him in the midst of (another) errand.

Though him sitting on top of a rooftop waiting for a client isn’t much of an errand is it? But at least he was with somebody at the moment…

“The client is taking their sweet time, aren’t they?” The reptile colleague muttered under his breath as Dabi let his gaze fall down to the studded combat boots he wore when he hummed in agreement with Spinner as the male rubs his index finger and thumb around the plain silver ring slipped onto his left ring finger.

Besides the chilled freezer air stinging the rows of sowed purple scars that are stitched together by staples holding a remainder of his old life, a few distractions that came to light around him allowed the boredom, of sittin’ like a pretty duck in a vacant pond, to fly over his head.

When the metal door of the buildings entrance to the rooftop opens, the rock foreshadowing the sun’s glorious glow hanging in the sky mimics the shadow of the client ominously.

That’s when something changed. It was the smallest but (ironically) obvious sign of an upcoming interference.

Standing in front of the two villains, the stranger first spoke his apology for being ‘slightly’ late. “Anyways, to start tonight off. What is it that your boss has requested of me?” Dressed in a casual outfit, the client had a folder tucked snuggly under his arm with black shades covering his eyes like he was a type of hitman- Dabi loathes those types of people (with a motherfucking passion)- it was ridiculous for sure, but if the client decided to wear a stupid outfit, then it’s nothing Dabi could do.

“He’s asking for the folder.” Lamented Dabi.

“That’s all.”

When the tall, raven haired villain stood up to walk towards the client- one second there wasn’t a gun jabbing into the stranger’s head, however, the next there is.

And…the person holding the trigger, was a sight for sore eyes.

(A beautifully glorious sight for sore eyes.)

A familiar smile shone with the gnarly stretch of skin allowing a crescent moon to appear across their face where Dabi saw the different lengths of white sharp sawtooth that made up the person’s smile.

Alongside the deranged smile was the wide doe-like eyes encircling the epitome of mischievous intent, as it spoke; “Hello boys!” Any previous plan was scrapped and replaced with another, “Sorry I jumped into your business!”

Jabbing the barrel even closer to the client’s temple, the sinister grin combated the client’s trembling body, wasn’t a new sight to see.

“Now, good sir, I understand I’m holding a gun to your head…”

They paused for dramatic effect (of course they would to it for dramatic effect)..

“But I kinda need that folder your holding,”

A foot’s sole, belonging to a villain, creeped forward.

Snapping their head to the sound, a cat ear twitched instantly at the sound.

“I wouldn’t suggest taking another step.”

Although the male was surprised, he was annoyed at you / the intruder of this meeting. You vividly saw the tip of his toes stretch upwards in a teasing manner but rolled your shoulders in anticipation.

On the corner of your peripherals, the scaly colleague inched closer to the side, “That includes you too, lizard.” A visible scowl etched across the reptilian male’s features as his hands tensed around the rough grip of his dagger.

Letting her gaze fall onto the folder still held snug underneath her victim’s arms. “Now, are you gonna be a good boy and release that folder?” Noticing the onset of further vexation erupting from only Dabi’s facial features, the victim in this predicament whimpered with a protest of; “No!”

Saying the protest three times over earned him an award of three bang! bang! bang! in that puny little skull of his.

Glancing upwards, bending down, and plucking the folder from the soon-to-be bloodied cement roof of a building, where the male’s stood there like they had seen a ghost- “Boys, you’ve killed somebody before, right?” Teased (y/n), though no verbal response emitted from them, she just shrugged it off- and in henceforth invited herself and only herself to peek inside the folder whilst those bone-idle idiots stood there.

Dabi, however, knew you would do so. He calculated- from the day he met you, fell for you, and looked for you- to find the many things that were your flaws and strengths…

…but being a curious kitten was your only combined flaw and strength. It allowed for agile reasonings and newfound boredom for things you didn’t need anymore. The client, in this case, was sadly turned into your victim for being bored of his talking. “I knew it.” Muttered (y/n), as she sat down on the body, shot another bullet into the dead man’s shoulder just for the fun of it, and looked at her phone.

“I’m glad I got here as soon as possible.”

Spinner shot her a venomous look, “Why is that?” Another muffled shot was heard through the desolate night, “’Cause this pussy,” Dabi sighed at the knife (y/n) pulled out to stab the dead body a couple of times in his newly injured legs, “was a goddamn fraud.”

The patchwork villain doesn’t blame his reptilian colleague for looking at his girlfriend in disgust.

(He rather have Spinner look at her in disgust then stripping her with his own beady eyes.)

Shaking his head in shame, the patchwork villain had groaned at his beloved kitten’s behaviour.

“What? I’m telling the truth!” Cue three more stab wounds into the bodies legs, “This fucker…” Pointed out by (y/n)’s bloodied knife, “…was about to give you false information!” Dragging a long stripe of blood out of the body, you were about ready to puncture the victim’s bloodied leg before being picked up from sitting on the dead body and thrown over Dabi’s shoulder like a sack of potatoes.

“(Y/n).” Snapping her head towards the face of her man, you had hummed sweetly. “What did we say about kicking a dead horse?” Dabi eyed (y/n)’s conflicting expressions stirring together some sort of outcome.

“We don’t do it, unless its for revenge?”

(Holy fuck… Spinner never thought he would see Dabi smile.)

“Now was this,” Gesturing his hand towards the ‘slightly’ mutilated body, “for revenge or boredom?” It took a few seconds to think of an answer, and I think both Dabi and Spinner were grateful.

“I think…” Murmured (y/n).

“You think?” That snapped the female into shape as she glances back at her victim.

“Okay, maybe, it was out of boredom…” Rolling those turquoise orbs for at least the second time tonight- who even knows the number, Dabi sure as hell doesn’t- and flicking a small blue flame towards the body, a hand gestured for Spinner to follow him as he listened to his crazy girlfriend ramble about whatever she wants.

“If you keep acting reckless, you’re going to get stuck in some shit.” Lamented Dabi as his grip tightened on her thighs.

“That’s easy for you to say.” Sure, the retort was supposed to be a small jab into Dabi’s ego, though his fingers seemingly tensed after the joke.

Well, at the end of it all; poor Spinner had to sit through the bickering of the couple whilst he followed Dabi take the long route to another place.

#dabi mha #dabi x reader #dabixyou #dabi bnha #dabi #mha #bnha #Spinner mha #Spinner bnha #tw: swearing #mha x reader #mha x y/n #bnha x reader #bnha x y/n

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dorki-c · 3 years

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Ms. Cheshire Cat

Characters: Dabi and Reader

A/N: Thanks for all of the support I’ve been getting! This one-shot was HEAVILY inspired by the song called ‘Feeling Good’ by Michael Buble- anyways Happy Christmas (or if you don’t celebrate Christmas, then happy holidays)! Btw, prepare yourselves for a lil bit of spice in this one-shot and remember to like, reblog, and follow me for more content!

Edit: I accidently didnt realise I spelt the title wrong XD Anyways hope you guys enjoy it otherwise!

Important note: Reader has cat ears and a teleportation quirk :D

It was the same boring day when the raven-haired man noticed his client had decided to hire another villain to work with him and the blonde gremlin- or as most people dubbed her ‘Toga’.

And if he ever said that this new recruit had made the day seem more interesting, that wouldn’t be a lie.

From that point onwards, neither of you realised that this sort of encounter would ensue many more meetings or as Toga likes to say, “lots of cheesy and gross flirting” because of the numerous times she’s walked into a room in the place of operation where either Dabi or (y/n) were roaming their lust-entranced eyes over the other person’s body.

Though once this normal day to day thing had ended when the client had no use for the crummy place. It was upsetting to say the least.

From each corner of the villain’s hideout, everyone had noticed Dabi’s change of behaviour after the mission was done and dusted. In the male’s head, he wasn’t annoyed that the job wasn’t thoroughly complete- that was Shigaraki’s reaction- but instead, with a shallow gaze down into the small shot glass swirling with the deep hazy golden-brown liquid, Dabi had thought of the many possibilities on when he could see you again.

Or how he could see you. But let’s leave those thoughts at the back of his head for now.

Throwing his head back, the burning liquid ran down his throat like the change of scenery around him.

He was no longer in the league’s hideout but instead in a largely owned villain nightclub- one that he hasn’t been to yet- although, it was only for a small errand of getting a folder of information because Twice couldn’t be bothered to get his lazy ass off the couch and additionally it would be good for him to “find other fish in the sea.”- quoted by that one marble guy (which Dabi can’t be asked to remember his name).

As minutes licked past in a slow languid fashion, the dangling golden dimmed lights strung up above the bartending station as the rambunctious gathering hole blared with music and the heavy smog of cigarette smoke.

Gripping the folder in his hand, Dabi thought to stay for a little bit. Maybe it will help him gain information on your whereabouts were, though it was difficult. Ever since Giran had informed the villain of your ‘in and out of existence’ behaviour being a normal occurrence for assassins, that still spurred him to the brink of exhaustion.

Closing his eyes when cocking his head backwards in an attempt to feel an exasperated sense of serenity in this unknown environment, when Dabi’s eyes circled in confusion at the appearance of another glass of vodka sitting cutely on top of the glossy lacquered redwood bar. It dawned upon him when the sticky warm breath of somebody’s breath tickling his pierced ear had angelically whispered “Aren’t you going to drink it?” that it was actually your voice.

“Is there poison?” Dabi muttered as two of his ten fingers grasped the clear shot glass that could’ve been mistaken to be empty if not for the reflection of the liquid inside of it. “No, baby.” Murmured (y/n) as two (e/c) cat ears flickered in anxious need for his hands to caress you once more.

“Good kitten.” He took his drink of victory, placed the glass down and leaned upwards to feel the pressure of your chest squeezing so right against taut shoulders. He didn’t care if those dangling illuminations had shined straight into his eyes because he had you locked in his grasp.

Slightly shaking hands reached up to feel the smooth texture of your ears resulting in your lungs releasing an unsteady puff of air when the atmosphere had stagnantly crumbled away in the wake of their minds resulting in (y/n) becoming lightheaded, causing the female to dip her head forward allowing her lover to please her more.

“Do you like that kitten?” She knew Dabi had a shit-eating grin on his face and she didn’t give a flying fuck. “Y-yes…” With the impossibly soft tug of the male’s fingers, when he sneakily pulled one of his hands away from your ears, he led you to a room. “Where are we going?” If it weren’t for your body being held close to his, Dabi wouldn’t have heard you.

Though he didn’t answer you.

Instead, your vision had given you the answer you needed.

Throwing yourself down onto the nightclub’s private bed, Dabi had closed and locked the door behind him.

It wasn’t long for two calloused hands to feel the familiar bumps of your pure untattered skin or have them crawl up against the smooth mesh fabric covering the majority of your body, only being held up by two thick but light weight chains of gold, where Dabi satisfyingly rests his fingers and glides his thumbs slowly down the buds of your body.

“I’m surprised,” He spoke first as (y/n)’s eyes hesitantly snapped up to meet his, “usually your feistier—” Let’s not forget how Dabi caught the narrowing of your eyes “Not like this is any bad, kitten…” Spending no time for you to give a response, he shoved his lips onto yours. Locking them in with the help of salvia, the villain spent not even a millisecond in taking those golden chains and moving them down your arms to reveal the jutted-out bones that shaped the collarbone.

Your skin was always tantalising for him to bite and mark. “T-that’s not fair…” Peeking your eyes open, the male’s outfit still remained on him as untouched as ever whereas he was slowly- most annoyingly- removing the scandalous dress that left nothing for the mind to think about.

“What’s not fair, kitten?” Under this dimmed lighting, you noted how his bright blue orbs seemed to emit some sort of glow to use as a tactic of submission. “Y-your t-teasing me…” Raising your arms upwards to wrap around the warm mounds, the slick sensation of a warm slippery organ ran itself along the thin helix of her ear where in that moment, a low chuckle bellowed out of Dabi’s throat.

“I thought you liked being teased?” All you needed to do is grab that folder and escape your lover’s grasp. Though that was proving more difficult than it was thought out to be.

The money that came with this incognito mission was something you desperately needed, but even then, what should you choose? Dabi or money? Love or wealth?

Maybe you could pick both? That’s what (y/n) thought, as she felt a warm digit press harshly against the nether regions of her body. Sure, the entrance to the forbidden cavern was blocked by expensive fishnet tights and soft cotton panties, but it doesn’t stop the slithering finger of the villain above her.

Dabi eyed the twitching ears and the flooding blood to (y/n)’s cheeks, “Kitten, you haven’t answered my question…” He also eyed the sporadic squirming of wanting some sort of release from a singular digit pressing against your body. Leaning forward to only allow your eyes to stare dead centre into his own with a hint of sobriety lingering. “Com’ on kitten,” It was only his voice that lured you into a true sense of serenity, “you don’t want to be a bad kitty, do you?”

“No, no, no, I don’t—" The words had squeaked through babbling curses as an advantage to him. “Then answer my question.” As harsh as before the separation, his actions further proved his meaning, though with that crazed pearly white smile, you weren’t sure what signal he was sending.

“I-I think. I d-do…” He simply shook his head.

“I need a clear answer—" She didn’t know at the time, but when the music in the nightclub had a bass drop hit from the band preforming as Dabi dipped his finger near her nether region- after wriggling under the cloth barrier- that was when (y/n) snapped out of her intoxicated state and teleported across the room with the folder sitting snug in her fingers grasp.

It was a surprise to Dabi. Darting his head towards the folder that was left unadministered on the side of the bed, it wasn’t there.

Instead, in the corner of his vision, there you stood; fully dressed before you entered this room and wearing a wide grin.

Jumping off the bed to get the folder out of your grasp, Dabi swiped at your illusions body. “Wrong move, baby.” Snapping his head towards the direction of Chester cat grinning lady dangling from the window by only her arms.

In a second, she was there. In another second, she disappeared.

(Y/n) was called Ms. Chester cat, for a reason.

God fucking damnit. How could he have let his horniness get the better of himself?

The next morning was another surprise.

With the throbbing of his head echoing like a traditional drum being banged against, the excuse he made to Shigaraki had been half-assed- considering he was cockblocked by his beloved kitten.

So, here he was sitting short-fused and tired. When Giran had opened the door to his working place room waving a very familiar coloured folder paired with a red stained kiss on it- Dabi may or may not have jumped to conclusions that you were playing with him.

“The fuck? You better not be playing with me, Giran.” Looming over the broker, he wasn’t impressed with whatever the fuck is going on.

Through the expression that he was receiving didn’t give him all the answers, the next sentence he heard was an impressively bold one.

“What?” Giran shrugged at Dabi, with a mischievous glint in his eyes.

“Say thanks to your little lady next time.”

Huffing in response, Dabi gave Giran a dismissive wave.

“Well, she is a Cheshire cat, after all.”

Taglist:

@orenjineki, @haredabi, @in-this-house-we-stan-izuku, @glitterfreezed

#dabi mha #dabi x reader #dabi imagine #dabixyou #villain x reader #twice mha #mha fluff #mhaspicysmuttime #(Only a little bit of spice)#TW:alcohol #tw: mention of biting

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dorki-c · 3 years

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Comfort

Characters: Dabi and (reader)

TW/ trigger warning: Attempted abandonment

A/n: WOWWW It took me FOREVER to write this boi! But its probably one of my best works so far! Hope you all enjoy, like, and reblog this because it would really mean a lot! Anyways love u all and enjoy!!

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It's not fair really…

Falling in love, was absolutely the one thing you didn’t want. But here you are, sitting snug under his wrapped arms as the tv droned on about hero news and he didn’t bother changing the channels. Countless times in the thirty, goddamn, minutes you had been home he didn’t bother even talking to you as his raven black mane rested ever-so lazily against the couch.

“Dabi,” You heard a hum emitted from him. Was he angry at you? Or better yet, is he angry at you? “Are you okay?” Instead of watching the news, your eyes ever so shifted to the fog outside the closed frostbitten windows. “It’s none of your business.” Although he hasn’t been sleeping as much as he did before, the undertone of his hoarse voice was louder than usual. It was like he was bored with something…

It probably was you.

With the progress of nightfall coming quicker than usual, you leaned forward as a hazy memory in the wake of his mind. Dropping your feet to the floor, the male scanned your body language - clenched hands, stiff shoulders, a closed body expression- you didn’t bother looking back at him when getting off the couch. “What are you doing?” The tables had turned. he asked the questions; you gave the answers now. Like bad cop versus good cop.

Little did he know, something had switched inside of you. “It’s none of your business.” (y/n)’s voice turned bitter and cold, just like the frost climbing onto the window, your words nipped at his own feelings. Was it the shallow throwback to his dismissive comment that made him dig his nails into the silky skin of your hand before you left that escalated the chaotic snowstorm internally of oneself?

“If you even dare—” Ripping your hand from his grip, you cut him off “do what, you fucking prick?” You sliced any sort of co-operation with him. “Whenever I do my own shit, you have a problem with it.” He couldn’t disagree with you, “Fuck off.” Gracefully placing your hands on the same hips, he grips dangerously in the early mornings, those eyes of yours carefully challenged him to say another word.

“See? You’re not denying it.” Pivoting on one of your heels, your form went to the kitchen.

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The silence of the early morning was broken by a zipper echoing in the numbingly cold bedroom. Dabi however couldn’t feel it. The warmth on his bed lulled him back to this illusion of a different reality.

His reality.

He’s trapped in it, not the regret and sadness he is trapped, instead, it’s the thoughts that wrangle the epitome demon that he keeps under many chains and locks till the time is just right. Faintly though, even if he wasn’t already half-asleep once the zipping had stopped, the male lifted his head to see one or two suitcases lined up and your figure rolling them too close to the bedroom door.

With one sinister shadow rolling onto the floor and up the close white curtains, it looked him dead in his eyes like it had been watching him all this time. “Where are,” He yawned, “you headin’?” From this distance, he couldn’t tell if your whole body was shaking or if it was just your hands gripping the two suitcase handles way too tightly. You thought you were being as quiet as possible- packing (more like stuffing) most of the clothes and essentials you owned into two medium-sized suitcases- but the moment Dabi had woken up, there will be no fathomable doubt that you would have to lie to him.

The longer you stayed here, it felt like you were more like his tool for pleasure rather than to hold and cherish.

“Just go back to sleep, Dabi.” A pregnant pause ensued till it was clear of what you meant. Dabi has seen this scene far too many times to believe what is happening- Suitcases, a cold behaviour, and the singular word sleep- you were abandoning him weren’t you? Just like his Mother did to his Father.

Sure, the flaming pile of shit that is supposed to be a hero has his Mother stuck in a mental hospital, but he knows the familiar word abandonment loves to roll off his tongue. “Your leaving, aren’t you?” Don’t think he didn’t notice the slight flinch in your shoulders. “Go to sleep,” Biting on the bottom of your lip, (y/n) breathed in and then out, “there’s nothing to see here…”

“If there’s nothing to see,” his feet were planted on the chilly cold floor, “then why are you holding two suitcases?” The zipper to your mouth was closed. You both knew the word was going to slide off his tongue soon. He was prepared for whatever might happen and the force he might have to take just for you to stay.

Why is that deathly silence warped around the two individuals? Freedom seemed so bittersweet in this scene. It’s the traditional scene out of a sitcom: Mother is leaving the house with a bag, or two, in tow and the child watches from his bedroom doorframe as she twists the handle and---

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Here you are now. Most of his body was covered with a blanket where small drops of a smooth river flooded the red hills of your cheeks.

If he could cry; He would do it out of pure joy.

It was just a dream; he was happy it was a dream.

“A-are you okay?” Dabi is okay now that you’re here. But he’s not okay with the waterworks. “There’s no need to cry, doll.” It was rare to hear his soft voice. But here he is, using that same soft voice that makes you feel closure and that profound comforting feeling. “You scared me…” Placing a, similarly to his own, clammy hand on his cheek and staring straight into those ocean blue eyes that showed a long lost torment where those reassuring words he spoke out was something nobody would repeat once more.

At long last, even if the demons of both of their minds wouldn’t rest, the couple still found comfort in each other.

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Ichor Pt 7 (DabixReader)

A/N: SO I KNOW IT SOUNDS LIKE IT but I PROMISE this isn’t the last one for this. I just wasn’t sure if I wanted to go much farther in this exact moment. I have a couple other ideas for this series but I’m not 100% on most of them so we’ll see. I was thinking of starting some others as well, different one shots or whatever. Would you all be interested in a NSFW addition in the next one? Or is that too far/too much? ImeanIlovesmutasmuchasthenextpersonbuuuuuuuut I don’t wanna force it on people, I guess. Eh, who knows. Enjoy! Thank you for reading!!

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Part 8: X

Tag List: @velvet-kissesss @marydragneell @littleblackpheonix @holytacocactuscollector @ghostingtime @the-cosmic-dreamer

Calloused fingers trace down your sides and you shiver at the touch as they grasp your thighs. Palms both smooth and rough with the slight feel of metal slide against your shorts, fingers tracing shapes into your flesh slowly. Waiting. Savoring. It’s the heat of him that overcomes your senses, leaving your mind in a trap. His scent fills you.

Leather and whisky. Smoke and sandalwood. A hint of mint and what seems to be the natural musk of his skin as he feels your body in his hands. Caressing every curve and dip of your flesh.

As he finds your hips and pulls you roughly closer to him you yelp at the sudden movement. Dinner long forgotten on the cold stove, you grasp at the leather jacket and his shoulders. Sliding your hands up from his neck to his face, holding him gently as you breathe in his scent. It’s hypnotic. Intoxicating.

Lips tease at your ear with a husky laugh, his next few words softer than you’ve ever heard him speak before.

“I could eat you out right here.” he growls playfully and he presses himself between your legs.

“Not on the counter.” you giggle and he nods, pressing sensual kiss after sensual kiss down from your ear to your collarbone.

“Shit, you’re right.” he breathes and hoists you up in his arms as he carries you to the kitchen table. “Meals are meant to be eaten at the dinner table.”

You’re on your back on the table in seconds, his head trailing down your body so slow it's almost painful. Inching closer to the waistband of your shorts until he grabs the drawstring with his teeth and pulls the knot until it’s undone. His tongue tastes your skin beneath your belly button and you shiver under his touch.

“And I’ll be honest baby girl,” he breathes, his breath tickling your skin. Goosebumps pop up along your stomach and legs. “I. Am. Starving.”

You bolt up in your bed, your heart hammering in your chest at the memory of the dream. Eyes wide to the dark room you search fitfully for something that’ll remind you it was only just a dream. Nothing more. Nothing less.

Who are you kidding? You’re disappointed it was only a dream. You groan and flop back down to your pillows, staring up at the ceiling as you wipe the sweat from your brow. So worked up over nothing but a dream. How depressing.

It’s been a week and a half since you’ve last seen Dabi. Since he disappeared in the middle of the night.

You still haven’t pulled yourself together. As much as you wish you could it seems damn near impossible to forget him as he appears night after night in your dreams. They’re not all the same but they all feel inexplicably and frustratingly real.

His hands, his voice and his goddamn heat. They plague your slumber like a beautiful nightmare refusing to leave you. Haunting you. What would it take to get this man out of your head?

You’re not sure but the thump from your living room seems like a good enough distraction right now. Freezing, you stare at your door in panic.

Someone is inside your apartment.

Fear, cold and unyielding, grips at every inch of your skin and you shrink back into your bed. Who the hell would have broken into your home?! Could it be a member of the League, scouting you out? Could it be that strange man who won’t leave you alone after that one night at the bar? You hadn’t brought him home or told him anything beyond your name but the world is full of creeps who will do anything to get what they want.

You listen in silence as your heart starts to race faster and faster. With every breath it shoots the ice cold paranoia through your veins. You should have listened and moved. As soon as Dabi told you to. Just abandoned everything here and just ran. Bolted. Shit, you’d figure out how to fly if it got you out of this situation.

There’s a tap at your window and a shuffle as you crawl away from it. A shadow peers in from outside and starts to pop the screen out.

Oh no. You never locked your window?! Jesus, how stupid could you be?! What kind of idiot doesn’t quadruple check their windows and doors?!

Well… You, apparently.

The struggle with the window is only momentary as they press their hands to the glass. When it starts to give way to their movements and slides open, you feel your stomach drop into each of your toes. Not one but two people are invading your home and you’re frozen in terror.

How many minutes would it take to get away from both of them? How fast would you have to be? Could you get them to I just some of your blood and then drain them? It would have to be quick to get them to buy into it. If you can even pull it off, that is. It’s not easy to get someone to willingly drink your blood- unless you revealed it boosted their quirk. If you could trick them into thinking you’ll comply you’ll have a better shot.

The figure at the window hops up with a soft jingle. They shift slightly and all the trembling your body has started stops. You recognize that silhouette. You know without a doubt that you’ve seen a fair amount of his flesh without it being covered. Memorized the crazy tufts of hair that go in every direction both wet and dry- and you can never, ever forget those blazing blue eyes. They’re sewn into your mind's eye. A beacon that will always call you toward him from whatever end of the earth you are. Miles or inches away, you can feel them searching for you. Watching.

“D-” you start to say his name in disbelief but his hand clamps down over your mouth and he brings a finger to his lips.

He motions towards the hallway where the other noises are coming from and you give a small nod. You don’t need his words to understand.

Somehow, against the odds, Dabi is here. That’s all you can care about although you know you should care there is a literal intruder in your home. Not that it would be important at all or anything.

Dabi leaps from your windowsill and down to your bed, keeping in to a low crouch as he slides off. Silent as sin, he tip toes to your door and disappears behind it. You listen intently as the shuffling from the living room continues- completely unaware of the man heading their way.

Had he known you were in trouble? How?

Why show up now, of all the times to show? Not that you aren’t thankful, of course. It can’t be coincidence he’s here when someone else has literally broken into your home.

The sound of fighting and a yelp from the living room pulls you from your thoughts and you scramble to shut the window. Who did Dabi find? Is he the one who yelped or is it the other person? The sound of scuffing and grunting sounds grow ever closer to your room. You hold your breath and clutch your blanket closer to you, fear flooding into your body as a loud thump slams into your door.

It bursts open and the man with the green skin from the bar tumbles in, Dabi looming above him. The man twists to face him, his skin changing into different colors. He must have some kind of chameleon quirk. It tries to blend him in but it’s going too quickly, too sporadically to hold on to one shade as he scrambles away from Dabi.

“Look what the cat dragged in, darlin’.” Dabi drawls and steps closer to the man menacingly, blue fire hovering from his hands. “More trash.”

“Please, I-I-I didn’t know she was with you!” the man- ‘Charlie’ you remember he had told you to call him. “I just thought she was some single broad!”

“What difference does that make?” Dabi grins and you watch as he glares down at the man.

This. This is the villain you’ve been told about. It should scare you. Shit, you should be terrified of him. But somehow, someway, you aren’t. All you can see is that it’s Dabi. The feel of his energy returning to your empty halls. The sound of his voice against the walls and floors. Enveloping your ears in a soft caress as he drawls. Having him near is comforting.

You can feel the bond between you two hum to life, a surge of power and heat bolting through. You know it’s not just from Dabi- you can feel it as the warmth spreads from within your body to the outer layers of your skin. Every calm breath he takes, every step he advances- you can feel the proximity ignite so much more than this mixture of sensations. Your body is locked on to his location like it’s your own. Like it’s a piece you never knew you were missing until you met him.

“I-I- Nothing! Nothing!” Charlie stutters and turns his eyes to you. “I’m just a friend, right? Go on, tell him!!”

You shake your head.

“Pathetic.” Dabi clicks his tongue, “You really can’t think of anything else to save your sorry ass?”

Charlie lets out a sob and glances back at you. His eyes are begging for your help but you can only flinch as he grabs at the leg of the bed closest to him. He holds onto it firmly with both hands and turns on his stomach as Dabi grabs him by the back of his shirt.

“Please! I haven’t done anything wrong!” he growls.

“Yeah, what’s a little breaking and entering into a place that isn’t yours? That’s not wrong in the slightest.” Dabi mocks.

“Coming from you that’s laughable!” Charlie snaps. “At least I haven’t killed anyone!”

“That’s just because you’re a coward.” Dabi snarls and yanks Charlie up from the floor.

“Do you really want to kill me in front of her?!” Charlie motions toward you and Dabi follows his gaze. “Sh-She’s still innocent, isn’t she? You wouldn’t want to ruin her for yourself.”

Woah, woah, woah. Back it up. Ruin you?

You blink at Charlie as your brows furrow. Confusion turns into anger as you realize just how defenseless he thinks you are.

“That’s a fucking joke.” you sneer and glare at him. “Why are you even breaking into my apartment in the first place? Couldn’t take no for an answer?”

“Oh shut it.” he snarls. “You brought your pathetic, desperate ass to that bar hoping to be fucked-”

Dabi drops him on the floor face first and presses a boot to his spine. He digs his heel in between his shoulder blades and a sickening crack echoes in Charlie’s body. He gives a pitiful whimper in response and turns his head to the side, un-smashing his face from the floorboards.

“Did you really think,” Dabi seethes with a wicked grin. “I would let you go? That I wouldn’t notice you creeping towards her?”

“I told you!” Charlie whimpers. “I didn’t know she was with you- ack!!” he chokes as Dabi slaps a hand around his throat.

The smell of burning flesh spits into the room with the smoke curling from underneath Dabi’s hand. You flinch at the sound of the impact and turn your gaze to Dabi. Is he really going to kill this man? In your home?

You know he’s a villain. You know this. But seeing something like this first hand is uncomfortable. It unsettles your nerves and you find yourself reaching to stop Dabi as you scramble out of bed.

“He’s learned his lesson.” you say quietly and Dabi flicks his eyes to you dangerously. The anger stirs beneath his face, the churning fire of his soul erupting from deep within.

You grasp his forearm lightly, the heat of his skin seeping into your hand as you hold your breath. He has to listen to you. He has to. Even though this man- Charlie or whatever- is a creep who broke into your apartment, you can’t just stand here and watch him die. It goes against what you stand for. What you try to do with your quirk.

The quirk you’ve used twice now to save him. To scoop him from death's door and back into the land of the living.

“Let him go.” you say softly and slide your other hand to lay over the outside of his around Charlie’s neck. “Please.”

Dabi drops Charlie roughly, letting the man slam back into the floor. He fixes him with a nasty scowl before he turns his gaze back to you.

“You don’t know what’s even going on.” he seethes. “Stay out of this.”

“I know you’re about to kill him in my own goddamn apartment. I don’t want that blood on my floor.”

Snapping back at him isn’t what you intended. Honestly.

“I’ll make sure to be careful.”

“Dabi, no-“

“Fine.” he says curtly and picks Charlie up, stalking over to your window and throwing the man through it harshly. You catch the grunt and yelp outside as he lands before Dabi’s hoisting himself through it.

“Lock your fucking door.” he hisses before he slams the glass shut behind him.

Had he just been here for Charlie, then? You’re left, dumbfounded and confused in the middle of your bedroom. Staring at the closed window, blinking slowly as you try to process what just happened.

When you can find no explanation, you instead take his hasty, last minute aggravated advice and lock your door. You’re not sure how it got unlocked in the first place or why he just didn’t exit through it if it wasn’t locked.

Locking your window for that added passive aggressive push, you curse Dabi in your mind.

A week and a half of absolutely fucking nothing and then that? Some half assed attempt? Why was he even here in the first place? What did Charlie have to do with anything? Not that you had any kind of affection for the strange, creepy green man but it had seemed...Strange for him to appear right after Dabi had left.

Was he using you as bait, then? A trap for someone stalking him? He had said you had no idea what was even going on, after all. But you would know if he’d just told you.

Then again, he also told you to move. And you haven’t listened. You’ve stayed, unable to even summon the energy to try and uproot yourself. The thought alone is a knife to your stomach. Empty, shallow pains that claw at your throat, threatening to crawl out of your mouth and onto the floor.

Some of the things Charlie said still feel strange. Your ears refuse to understand the words as you mull over them. Why should it matter to you anyways? Dabi chose to leave. He owes you nothing. Your deal with him is done. It’s over.

Then why do you feel so cut off when he’s gone?

Sleep is a blessing not bestowed upon you for the rest of the night. You give up after an hour or so and decide to get dressed instead. It’s only three in the morning, perfect for a short stroll. Totally not to try and find the patchwork man who’s consuming your every waking thought. That’s just ridiculous.

Your steps on the damp pavement are the only sound as you walk. There’s an occasional car or two but beyond that the night is silent. It observed you walking down the street aimlessly, purposeless save for the burning knot of emotion settling into your heart. Why does it bother you so much? Why does his absence mark your senses with a streak of edge? Sharpening every facet with the temperament of steel. You’re hyper vigilant to the world around you- every space you see, every breath you take, every sound you hear- it’s all categorized in your mind, shuffled away until you have a perfect map in your mind.

You have no idea where you’re going. You don’t even know this part of town that well. It’s a stranger to your company and you’ve preferred it to be that way before now.

Now you can’t stand not being here. Not being out and experiencing the night fading into day break. The hours may tick by but your body takes it all in stride, your limbs moving to a song you can’t hear but you can feel. It’s a beating of a drum, growing louder and louder as you feel every breath you take pulled from its notes. Forcing your lungs to inflate and hold before deflating. It picks up rapidly until you’re finally running through the streets, your blood singing with energy as you catch a familiar feeling. The thread between you and Dabi reappears and you can feel the song swell with the dwindling space.

Magnetic. That’s what this is. You can’t help but feel drawn to every step he takes further away from you. When the blue flames ignite from his body and into the night sky, you see the way they jump higher the closer you get. His power grows as you near him.

It’s undeniable. He doesn’t seem to acknowledge it as he focuses on the burning body in front of him. Burnt to a crisp. Charred remains start to flake away as they burn into the night. You don’t have to guess to know it’s Charlie.

You can’t find a single bone in your body that cares. Not a drop of blood that screams that this is wrong. The only focus you have is the burning body that’s in front of you. The man that's still standing as his flames engulf him. As they rise and dance into the night sky, a star given human form has dropped out of the sky and onto the earth. He is destined for so much more than he’ll ever know.

You can’t find the words as his flames shoot out around you. Walls of blue surround your body but don’t dare encroach on your form as you step closer to him. They part to let you closer to him and the steam and smoke from their absence curls off of him in tendrils. Memories written into the air before they wash away with the wind.

You’ve come all this way for him. Without words to even say why. Explanations are beyond your mind as the feel of his drumming heart erupts into your skin. His heat enveloping you in a sweet summer's embrace. The kiss of the sun without it’s normal light. But it doesn’t hurt. It doesn’t even burn- your body is cold against his heat and you can’t help but reach out to him. Arms winding around his waist as you hold your breath.

You are not afraid. You’ve never been afraid.

Having him so close feels right. It feels like the universe has corrected some cosmic wrong as he breathes at your touch. A silent sigh exhaling from his lips. Tension rolling off his shoulders as the fetal rage winds back inside his heart. Retreating at your touch, slowly receding into the shadows in his eyes. The dark skin held to his face. Hidden beneath the burn scars and trauma you don’t dare ask about.

“What are you doing here?” he asks quietly, his voice a bored drawl but you catch the note of agitation he’s lacing it with. He’s still upset. In the throes of his dwindling rage he’s still softening to your voice, bending to your embrace.

He doesn’t even know. Doesn’t realize the curling hand he places atop your own is gentle and warm. That it solidifies your thoughts into a clear stream instead of the jumbled mess they’ve been in his absence. The thoughts of him leaving showing you the awful future he’s barreling towards without the connection between the two of you.

His future will only change if you force yourself into his life. Letting him go now will end in nothing but pain. Love or not- even if this is the beginning of something you’ve never experienced- you’re not willing to let him die.

“I don’t know.” you murmur back. “I couldn’t not be here.”

“He’s dead.”

“I know.”

“I killed him.”

“I know.”

Silence.

“I don’t care.” you whisper as assurance. “He’s not the reason I’m here.”

“And what is?” his words are sharp and quick. Quipped. Tight lipped. Clenched teeth spitting into the world around him like venom.

Defensive.

“You.” you admit and press yourself closer to him, tightening your grip as he tenses.

Rejection isn’t an option. Not when you know the pull towards him was more than just you. Not when you feel the beat of his heart in your bones. Summoning you, pleading for you. Begging for your presence as vehemently as he’s trying to fight it off.

“That’s a pretty shitty reason.” he growls and you shrug.

“I don’t think so.”

His hands trail to your wrists and loop his fingers over them. Holding them, he pulls your arms off of him and lets go as he turns to face you. Looking at him face to face, you hesitate to touch him again. The agitation in his eyes warns against it but the way he had almost melted when you did says otherwise.

He must not have been hugged often. Or touched in any loving way. Not that you were sure you loved him- that’s far too bold to assume so early- but the gentle caress of someone you enjoy being with is always a welcome gesture. And you enjoy Dabi. Even if he can be a huge ass sometimes.

“What do you want, princess?” he whispers and you can see the way his eyes lock onto your face that he’s angry at himself.

The frustration is not meant for you. He’s biting back the urge to snap, curbing his anger to remain inward.

“You. To come back.”

His hand rises to cup your cheek hesitantly and you lean into his touch. Showing you’re not afraid. You’re here for him.

“I can’t do that.” he frowns and his hand drops from your face. “You wanted me gone, remember?”

“I changed my mind.”

“That’s not how this works.”

“It is now.” you can’t help the smile on your face.

He fights off returning it before he gives in with a cocky grin.

“Nice try.” he sighs, “but that’s not going to work for this.”

“Why did you leave without saying goodbye?”

He glances away and sighs heavily. You can feel him trying to pull away but for every tug away he tries to take you follow. It’s a dance of wills you’re not willing to lose.

“Stop.” he says and you catch his hand in yours, refusing to let him go.

“Dabi, please.” you breathe. “Just listen for a moment.”

“Not here. Not out in the open.” he glances around. “If you’re hell bent on this then we need to go somewhere else, darlin’.”

You can read the frigid shut down he’s forcing himself through. It locks through his muscles and he returns to the bored, uninterested mask he always does. He won’t be himself outside. Where others can see.

You don’t blame him.

You lace your fingers through his and tug his arm back toward where you came from. He lets you lead him and although he gives your enclasped hands a wry look he doesn’t pull away. It sends a thrill through your stomach, knowing he’s at least willing to indulge your fantasies.

The memory of your dreams surfaces as the warmth from his hand spreads into yours. In your dream he’d caressed your body, sensually tracing his fingertips against your skin. The hungry growl and groans he’d let out turn your face red and you hope he doesn’t see. Just in case he thinks this might be for other reasons.

Dealing with these wayward thoughts might be harder than you thought. The attraction you feel for Dabi only grows the closer he is to you. The more skin that touches yours ignites your desire for him. It’s hard to breathe by the time you make it to your home and tug him inside.

He doesn’t say anything as he kicks off his boots and strolls to the couch. Watching you carefully, he stands with his hands in his pockets. Silent. Stoic. That same bored facade sewn onto his face. But you can feel his heart through the bond between you two and it’s beating as fast as your own.

“Well, Princess,” he drawls, “now what?”

There’s a flicker of lust in his eyes as you meet his gaze. A goading that taunts your own senses. Daring you to recognize it. Displaying it all just for you to see.

It has to be your imagination.

“Things have changed.” you say plainly, hating the awkward way the words spill from your lips.

You don’t feel like his attention should be so intently on you. You aren’t a seductress. You’re not well versed in the tantalizing banter and dirty talk like you know he is. It’s the confidence he exudes when he hides that tricks you into thinking you’re out of place. The control his eyes command with just looking at you causes your heart to race.

He quirks a brow and steps closer to you. You copy the movement, hypnotized by his energy. Losing control over your grip on your own emotions you can feel the flood of the bond between you two. You’re drunk on the feel of being near him, the buzzing life that shimmers between the two of you. You want to touch him- want to hear his words whispered against your skin.

“I don’t want you gone.” you whisper, reaching for him.

He steps into your grasp and tugs you closer to him. As if he’s controlled by the same haze you are. Locked into the feeling of the murky and misty emotion buzzing out of control. The desire to be closer has never been this strong.

What’s different?

You try to think about it but it’s hard to think of anything else but him. Hard to tear your eyes from his. You’re lucky you can even remember how to breathe although you’re sure it’s only because you’re mimicking his actions. Like a puppet pulled into this dance as you two twirl in motions that aren’t your own.

“What made you change your mind?” he whispers huskily and you can hear his control dripping away with every word.

“I don’t know.” you admit, unable to say anything else.

Your dreams, maybe? The connection between you two? It could be any number of things, honestly.

“I just know the farther away you are,” you breathe, “the worse I feel.”

“Hm.” he hums and dips his head to yours. “When did you figure this out?”

You breathe in his scent, eyelids drooping hazily as his lips near yours.

“An hour ago.”

Then, his lips are on yours. It’s a slow, powerful motion at first that turns into a hungry devouring quickly. It’s like he can’t get enough as quickly as he would like. His hands cup your face gently as his fingertips tease into your hairline, pressing into your skin with fervor. It isn’t long before you’re lost in the feel of his lips and hands, loving the warmth spreading from him into you. Your heart is pounding in your chest, speaking his name with every beat. Dabi, Dabi, Dabi. He’s all you need, all you want, all you could ever imagine yourself having. You’re lost in the feel of him. Putty in his hands as he molds you into a shape that fits against him perfectly.

The rush of your quirk activating without your control makes you both shiver and Dabi gives a deep growl.

“I don’t want your damn quirk.” he pulls away, breathing heavily. You see the surge of power grow in his eyes and feel the pang of hurt start to spread. Hadn’t your quirk gotten you into enough trouble with him? Wasn’t that enough?

Your thoughts melt away from your control, still drunk on the idea and the irreplaceable taste of Dabi. You can’t focus on anything else when he’s this close to you. After you just kissed him for the second time in your living room, funnily enough.

“I-I didn’t mean to...I.. can’t control it.” you whisper back and lean in for more.

He doesn’t push you away.

“Are you saying you can’t control yourself around me?” he laughs and holds your face inches from his own.

His thumbs brush beneath your eyes and you melt in his touch. The soft and rough feel of him. The cool and warm brush of his body, of his skin. It’s all intoxicating. It’s overloading your senses, your body bending to his every whim and touch.

“Yes.” you breathe and he chuckles.

He snakes one arm around your waist and holds you to him. Pressed flush against him you can’t help the sharp intake of air at the sensation of every curve and indent of his body. It’s a hungry rush that bolts through you and he watches you with his half lidded eyes, drinking in every noise and face you make.

Nothing has felt as right as it feels when you’re kissing him. You’re sure of this. Not having helped the countless people you did before. Not thinking of helping people after him. Nothing compares to the complete sense of rightness that floods through your system as his lips meet yours.

‘Yesyesyes’ your body craves his touch, every place his hands roam burning for more. Your quirk is already overflowing through your system and the power that runs through him is apparent as he struggles to keep his breathing even.

“Sorry,” you breathe as you catch him grit his teeth. “I can try and get it under control-”

“That’s not it.” he interjects as he backs you into the wall. “That’s not it at all.”

His breath is hot on your neck and you bite back a mewl as his lips press dangerously close kisses to your ear. His hand moves from your face to the wall, pressing a firm fist into it as he heaves breath in and out. He’s balling up the fabric of your shirt in his fist at your waist, a deep, quiet grumble of a groan releasing from his lips.

“Then what is-” you can’t get the words out as his mouth devours the rest, his tongue slipping into your mouth without a warning.

This is different. His posture, his words- Dabi can barely control himself as you’re at his mercy. He’s drinking in every gasp and mewl he can pull from you with his lips. His body is pressing against yours, his knee sliding between your legs and pressing against you. You can barely breathe between his lips and his body, your mind spinning with the essence of him.

“Wha?” you whisper as you pull yourself away from him for air. You need to know what's changed. What's happening? Why is he holding you so tightly- pressing into you with so much fervor?

“Shh.” he whispers and nips at your ear. The moment his lips touch the skin beneath it you come undone in his hands. Any further protests or questions scatter from your brain before you can even remember what you were trying to say. You wrap your legs around his waist and Dabi gives a happy hum at the motion before his lips are on yours again.

You’re lost to the desire to be rid of everything but him. Melting and reforming with him beyond your own comprehension, your energy soaring to an all new high as you drift along with Dabi. His body feels like an anchor to your restless soul. A shore you finally come across after years and years of swimming endlessly.

He’s the answer to the question you never knew you were asking. A divine gift into your dark, secluded and lonely life. A present wrapped in mystery and flames, burning brighter and brighter just for you. A beacon for your lost, wary soul. He is rest when you need it, sustenance when you’re empty. Filling when you’re starving. Everything right in the world aligned just for his presence to be in your life. You can feel his heartbeat alongside your own, feel his body pressing against your own, his soul tying into yours around the bond between you two. Winding around it in knots that seal the two of you together.

Have you ever felt this complete? How could anything before this even compare after you’ve tasted the wine of his being? Life is changing rapidly and permanently as you wind around him.

And you never, ever want it to go back to the way it was before.

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Ichor Pt9 (DabixReader)

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Part 7: X

Part 8: X

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You’re almost afraid to open your eyes when you wake up. If the bed is empty and Dabi’s gone again you don’t know what you’ll do. The previous day had been full of new and uncertain things. Boundaries that had been crossed and removed. Ideas and thoughts that you remember brushing up against in the waves of his energy beside yours. There’s so much you can’t forget, can’t let go. So if he thinks he can just leave you behind with nothing, he’ll be in for a rude awakening.

Thankfully as you open your eyes Dabi’s still beside you. Arms wrapped around your body, holding you to him with no room to move. He’s snoring softly, chest inflating and deflating with even breaths.

He’s so damn beautiful it hurts. It’s almost unreal. Even if he thinks he looks awful or monstrous you can’t help but see the beauty in him. It’s not something you can pin down but looking at him is like witnessing art come to life. Living, breathing art. You run the back of your hand down his face, caressing his cheek gently as he stirs.

He blinks groggily and groans, burying his face into the pillow. Your fingers slip to his hair, running through the soft strands absentmindedly. You just want to keep touching him. It’s your reason to breathe- any moment you spend not touching some part of him is existence without meaning, although he’d probably make fun of you if you told him. Nevertheless you run a finger down the shell of his ear, jingling his piercings quietly as you brush past them.

He mumbles something into the pillow and you fight off a smile.

“What?” you ask with a slight laugh.

He mumbles it again, his muffled voice still swallowed by the pillow, although it's a little louder.

“I can’t hear you.” you giggle and he rolls his head to the side.

“I said it's too damn early.” he sighs and you shrug.

“I don’t even know what time it is.” you admit, tracing his jawline with your fingertips and watching the goosebumps appear in their wake.

He catches your hand with his own, pressing his lips to your palm. You meet his gaze then, his beautifully blue eyes crackling with a foreign emotion. He presses each of your fingertips to his lips, kissing them one by one. It’s a surprisingly gentle gesture but you melt all the same.

“Dabi.” you breathe and notice how his ears twitch at the sound of his name. “You said something yesterday that's been bugging me.”

“I said a lot. You’re going to have to be more specific.” he grumbles, eyes barely open as he looks at you.

“Well, there were a few things I wanted to talk to you about.” you murmur and swallow the rising levels of anxiety that start to spear through you. “But we’ll start with this one.”

Dabi waits in silence but you can feel the way he’s holding his breath. Waiting, with a hint of your own anxiety bleeding into his emotional resolve. You don’t want him to feel nervous- you’re the one who should be nervous! You know he hates repeating himself and here you are, about to ask him to do just that.

“Nevermind.” you curl your lips into your mouth and glance away from him. “I need to pee.”

You try to wiggle free from his arms but Dabi doesn’t let you budge. Instead he holds on tighter, his eyes narrowing as you search his face in a fleeting second.

“We’re not doing this bullshit.” he sighs and you stop wriggling at the absolute order in his voice. How does he do that?! “If there’s a problem just say it. I don’t like to waste time beating around the bush with stupid shit. I get if you regret yesterday but just come out and say it.”

“Regret… Yesterday?” you furrow your brows, your face burning a bright red. “Absolutely not! I don’t regret it! I was going to ask about some other stuff having to do with the bond-... why do you think I regret it?”

Dabi’s brows furrow.

“You- I- You can’t tell me you weren’t thinking that just then.”

“I wasn’t!” you pull back to look at all of his face.

The surprise in his eyes also forms a small ‘o’ on his lips. The way his cerulean eyes drink in your features, worry strewn about both your faces as you pause. The moment of miscommunication passes with an awkward sigh of relief and Dabi clears his throat.

“What did you want to talk about, then?” he grumbles quietly, eyes avoiding yours as he loosens his grip on your body.

He really must be insecure. How many people had regretted time spent with him if that was his immediate thought at your unease? How many rejections has he faced the morning after offering himself up?

The pain in your heart makes you want to wrap your arms around him and never let go. No one should have to feel that broken- to feel that useless and awful and unwanted.

You don’t say anything but instead wrap yourself around him, hooking your legs around his. You press yourself to him, face burying into his neck and breathing in his natural smell of smoke and earth. A fire pit in the middle of a forest, a bonfire on a beach. The skies painted gray with the ashes of him.

“Never.” you whisper and he sighs, running a hand down your hair and back gently. “I’ll never regret it.”

“Alright, alright.” he mumbles and pulls you away from him. “Go on and say what you wanted.”

At least he didn’t immediately push you away. There’s some progress there to be made still but it’s a start. One day he won’t tense or push you away. One day he’ll crave it and pull you toward him. You vow to make it reality.

“The bond.” you murmur and wrap yourself in the remainder of the sheets and blanket.

You’d forgotten you were completely naked. Not that it matters after having spent last night with Dabi- he’d definitely gotten to see all of you. Just as you’ve seen all of him by now. Of course you wouldn’t object to always seeing all of him again.

No. Focus. You wanted to talk to him about the bond.

“I- You mentioned you could see it that one day.” you spit out, flustered at your own thoughts.

Dabi raises a brow and nods once.

“Yeah. I can see it from time to time. It’s… I feel it more often than not, though.” he glances up at your ceiling. He reaches one hand up, drawing a swirling line up above. “It can get annoying.”

“Annoying?” you ask and he chuckles.

“Yeah. When I left- after I got my quirk back,” he clears his throat, gaze flickering to your face after ‘left’ slips past his lips. “It became more apparent.”

You recall going after him when he had left with Charlie. You hadn’t known where you were going- but your body moved beyond your mind and brought you to him all the same.

“If I focus on it,” he continues and turns his gaze to your arm. He runs his hand up it gingerly, timidly- almost- and draws shapes with his fingertips. “I can feel your heartbeat beside my own. I didn’t think it would affect me if I left. But when you woke up and realized I was gone, I knew I was wrong. I felt the strong, sharp pain in my own body. As if I’d been cut with glass and knives.”

His adams apple bobs and you hold still as he continues to run his fingertip up and down your arm. It’s a pleasant feeling you never expected him to elicit but you’re not fighting it. Not when this moment is intimate in a way that makes your body blush more than when he’d been pounding into you.

“I made it three days before I couldn’t take it anymore.” he laughs with a bitter note in his tone, “I was angry at you for not letting me go. For not listening and moving and getting the hell out of here. I knew others would guess you were involved with me- seen in public or private, it doesn’t matter. They know. That bastard- the green faced one with the Chameleon quirk- was one.”

“Charlie.” you frown and he shrugs.

“He swooped in as soon as I left. He’d been waiting. I fought him in that last battle, the one you brought me back from. He trapped me in some awful building turning into rubble because he wasn’t able to take me on himself. Coward.

“He saw me leave. He’d been watching me- or, rather, you- the entire time. Probably before the League even knew where I was. His quirk made him excellent at hiding. So when I came back and saw him lurking around you, waiting for me, I knew I couldn’t just leave. I stayed and watched you. Waited for him to make his move when he thought I was gone for good.

“I could feel your fear freeze you up.” he murmurs, hand sliding up to your cheek to cup your face gently. His thumb brushes under your eye again and he offers a small smile. “I’m just relieved he hadn’t gotten to you yet when I knocked on the window.”

“Why not just use the door?”

“Then you’d be terrified even more.” he chuckles, “The window let you know at least one of the creepers in your home wasn’t there to hurt you.”

“That’s a terribly heroic thing to do.” you tease and he rolls his eyes.

“Don’t go telling everyone. Might ruin my reputation.”

“Pfffft, okay.” you laugh and place your hand over his, keeping his palm pressed against your face.

“He mentioned that if you killed him in front of me that it would ruin me for you.” you frown. “That I was innocent.”

“He thought so.” Dabi shrugs. “I can’t say one way or another. He was just trying to save his sorry ass.”

“What was he going to do?” you ask quietly, afraid of the answer.

“We’ll never know.” Dabi shrugs. “I didn’t ask. I was too angry to even think straight until I felt you coming along.”

“You could feel me?”

“Of course I could- I can. Every step I’m away from you is painfully obvious. My body burns when you’re farther- and my flames...It’s harder to maintain as much control as I had before. They’re wild and angry. Devouring everything, not a care for what's in front of them.”

“They did grow when I got closer. But they also let me through.”

He nods.

“I have a theory on that, too.” he muses, “I think this connection between the two of us has something to do with that.”

“How so?”

“You brought me back from the dead, babydoll.” he says quietly. “That defies all logic as far as I know it. I think the connection between the two of us gets stronger when we’re closer because of it. I’m alive because of you, after all.”

“Also dead because of me the second time.” you mutter, guilt spreading through your limbs.

“Still alive now, though.” he shrugs. “But hey, who knows? Maybe if I get farther away I might die.”

“Then you��ll just never leave.” you frown and wrap him in your arms tightly. “Or I’ll just bring you back.”

“What if I’m draining you?” he asks softly, his words barely above a whisper. “What if you’re so exhausted because I take every time I touch you? Maybe I’m why you lose control-”

“No.” you say sharply. “You’re not draining me, Dabi. You’re not taking anything. I’m giving you everything, if anything.”

“Then fucking stop.” he says curtly. “I don’t want to have to find someone else-”

“Are you saying...that you want to continue being with me?” you blink and pull back to look at him.

“Shut up. Just learn to control your quirk.”

“You just-”

“We’re moving past that now. I want you to honestly work on your quirk control. You can’t give me everything every time. I don’t want you to.”

“I can work on it.” you nod quietly, slightly dazed at his words.

“Good.” he sighs. “Because I’m not sure I’ll have enough control for the both of us.”

“What?” you scrunch your face in confusion. “What do you mean?”

“It’s fucking difficult! You don’t understand how much self control it takes. With you giving it all every time? It’s like you’re flooding my senses with this drug and I can’t get enough of it. It’s what brought me back from the other side. It’s like this… Impossible feeling. I feel invincible. Like I’m unkillable, unbeatable. It races through my senses and I’m always better than I’ve ever imagined I could be. You’re a drug, princess. I’m not going to be able to say no everytime.”

“You don’t have to-”

“Do you see how it drains you?” he cuts you off with a warning glare. “Do you even realize its not normal to be that worn out after sex? It’s hard to have the self control to take myself from it. Kissing you, eating you out, being inside you- even just touching you feels like everything in the universe came together to put me there specifically. Aligned and came together just for that. It’s a high I’ll always chase as long as I live if you keep offering it.”

You blush and he smirks.

“And with the way you look right now it seems you’ll keep offering it.” he chuckles darkly and brushes his lips against yours. “Every moment I devour a piece of you- it's a rush. It’s enough to make a man lose control.”

His kiss is passionate and heated, tongue dominating yours as he draws you closer to him. Your body melts into his, letting his hands grasp and grip you any way he wants and he lets out a low growl.

“See? Like that.” he hisses and pulls away. “Makin’ me dizzy and shit.”

You pant and giggle, “It makes me dizzy too.”

“It’s dangerous.” he growls and presses his lips to your forehead. “Are you sure that your quirk counselor didn’t already know what your quirk could do? If they knew you had the ability to do what we’ve seen you do, it’s no wonder they told you to hide it.”

“I don’t think so.” you sigh. “They just knew I had...drained someone. I guess they just left it at that? I don’t remember them doing anything extensive. Why hide it if I can defy death?”

“Hmm.” Dabi hums and presses a hand to the small of your back, holding you closer to him. “Maybe they thought it would protect you? I don’t know. Speaking of…”

You glance up at him as he brings a hand to your face once more, tilting your head back.

“Huh?” you blink.

“We’re not telling Shigaraki or the League about any of that. In fact, we’re not telling anyone. And I don’t want you to go to any more battlefields. You can’t use your quirk as openly as you did before. People are watching you.”

“But…” you start but Dabi stops you with a stern look.

“You can’t.” he breathes, “we have no idea what could happen and until you get control over it, it’s easier to just not use it.”

He’s right but Shigaraki’s words ring through your memory. This is different. It’s not the same as the others before you telling you not to use it. It’s not the same.

...Right?

What are you thinking, of course it isn't the same. Dabi wouldn’t do that to you. You can’t even believe the thought that he would come up in your brain.

Then again, Shigaraki is an intelligent man. His words will last longer than his presence will and the purpose behind them will grow. If you let him sow the doubt into you now, you’ll be playing right into his hands.

“Okay.” you nod. “I won’t.”

Dabi searches your eyes for a few seconds more before he lets out the breath he’d been holding.

“Good.” he grumbles and releases your face as his finger slides to your lips. His gaze flickers there, watching as he traces the shape of your mouth. “I’m going to have to make an appearance at the League today or Shigaraki will show back up.”

You nod, debating if you should bite his fingers or not. He moves them from your face before you can decide- teaching for his phone underneath the pillow with a sigh.

“Speaking of.” he mutters as it starts to ring. He answers it with an annoyed look, his eyebrow twitching as the person on the other line immediately starts speaking.

“Yeah, yeah. Shut up. I’ll be there.” Dabi grumbles and you stifle a laugh, smiling as he hangs up before the other person can finish speaking. “It’s almost sunset. I should get going.”

He seems to hesitate as his hand hovers above your face, his warmth enveloping you before he moves. You decide for him, bunting your head into his hand and wrapping your arms around him. He releases at your touch, meeting your lips halfway as if he can read your mind.

The kiss is quick but still packed with that same longing heat from before. Notes of regret twinge in your stomach as he pulls away, feeling the surge of your quirk rises up. You wince, toes curling as you look at his face.

“Control.” he growls and flicks you in the nose.

You pout but end up smiling as he ruffles your hair and slides out of the bed. He pulls on pants and a shirt, donning his signature jacket. He pads out the room with a wave but keeps his gaze forward. You watch as he leaves, words lingering on your lips with the memory of his fingers.

It’s too soon to say them. The three words may just very well damn this entire… situation. You’re sure at least feels how you do- or feels what you’re feeling through the bond, at least. Acknowledging it when it’s in its infancy is ridiculous.

You dress yourself a little bit after, making some food and watching tv before your phone rings. It’s Lively- who’s already on her way over to drag you with her to some event by the school her new boyfriend works at. You groan but don’t bother arguing. It’s easier to just go along with her shenanigans than to try and stop the already in motion plan.

It’s not as bad as you thought it might be. The event is off campus- which is surprising, given recent issues with UA and their security breaches. You don’t voice your concerns though as she blabbers on and on about various topics. You listen and add in but you know your heart isn’t in the conversation. Not when your emotions are still so twisted from the night before.

You check to make sure the bond between you and Dabi is still there- and it is. It never once disappears, although you have an irrational fear it might. What if he wasn’t going to come back?

You could just track him down again.

Or go to the league. If you had a deathwish. Dabi already didn’t want you there- not because he doesn’t like you but because he said he wanted what was best for you.

The only issue with that is what if you want the best for him? Is the league really the best that can be offered? Is being a villain honestly what he needs? It’s too messy, too dangerous.

Then again, you were the one who rushed to save him. You started this entire thing. Bound him to you with blood.

Lively chatters away before squealing and dashing up to a dark haired man with tired eyes and a large tan scarf around his shoulders. He smiles softly as she wraps her arms around him and starts blabbering away just as you walk up.

“This is my best friend, [Name]! The one I told you I work with.” she gestures toward you and the man nods when he meets your gaze.

“I’ve told Shouta alllllll about you!” Lively giggles and you wince, trying to play it off as a smile.

“All about me, huh?” you mumble and she laughs.

“Well he has a few single friends who are pro’s like him! Sooo that’s why I brought you today! To meet them!”

Dear god, no. You shake your head and swallow, taking a cautious step away from the couple.

“I’m really alright on my own-“ you start but Lively isn’t having it as she’s hurriedly waving someone behind you over.

“You don’t have to start anything- think of them as more friends or social outlets!” she encourages and you sigh.

You can’t tell her you’re technically seeing someone. Not without her prying into who it is and when you met them. Unless Dabi didn’t consider you two being together...A something? Is it a relationship? Is it a fling? Is it because you two are bound by your quirk?

You really should ask him but… would that scare him away? Are you even ready to define what the two of you are together? Sure, you’d slept with him but it wasn’t like you’d confessed your love for him. Granted, neither had he. You could be overthinking this entire thing.

Emotional turmoil aside, you have to focus on the now. As Lively introduces you to a couple of the UA teachers, she tugs you and her boyfriend- Aizawa, as you’ve taken to politely calling him by his last name- around with her. You’re not sure which one is the one she’s specifically trying to set you up with but they all seem nice enough. None of them stand out enough to catch your eye but you’re not really looking for someone that is. Not when you just shared your bed with someone you’re connected to on a whole different level. A level beyond what any other being can even begin to offer you.

Your quirk has ruined other relationships for you. Now that you know how deep you can connect with someone else by using it, it’s impossible to think of not being so...Intertwined with someone. And asking them to die so you can bring them back for that level of connectivity is insane. This is a rare, once in a lifetime thing you’re keeping secret and you can’t even hope to explain to anyone else why no past or future relationship will ever be the same.

Lively babbles on about different things throughout the night. You don’t mind listening but you’re thankful when her and Aizawa step away with another teacher/Pro hero- Present Mic. He gives a friendly wave and you nod politely back before resting at one of the tables off to the side. It’s on the outskirts of the event and mostly private while everyone else is walking around enjoying the many booths and groups of heroes.

You’re enjoying the quiet when your phone chimes with an incoming text. You blink at your screen in surprise- you’ve already told Lively where to find you if she needed you. Who else could be trying to reach you?

It’s a number you don’t recognize.

The text is off putting, to say the least.

‘What are you doing here?’

Who even…?

‘You must have the wrong number, I don’t have this one saved as a contact.’

‘Of course you won’t. I’ve never messaged you before this.’

‘That doesn’t help clear up who this is.’

‘It’s me, “Ichor”.’

You freeze, eyes locked down on your phone. The only person you’ve told to call you ‘Ichor’ is coincidentally the only person you’ve stayed in contact with after healing. Dabi. You can’t type his name out. If someone were to get a hold of your phone, they’d have his number and know it’s home by your guessing text alone. It would just be a burden if he had to get a new one. But if this is Dabi...Why is he messaging you now??

‘...D?’

‘Who else?’

You swear you can hear his snarky tone. Is he around here? With so many heroes close by? He can’t honestly think he has a chance to take them all down by himself.

Unless the League is planning another attack.

Your skin turns into ice at the thought. Here? Now? An attack? Lively is somewhere nearby- you have to get her out. But how can you without alerting the heroes of the villains?

Shigaraki’s words simmer through your mind; ‘In the end it’ll come down to the choice you refuse to make- Who will you save? A hero? Or a villain?’

Do you honestly have to choose? Not that Lively is a hero by any means- she’s innocent in this. She’s dating a Pro, sure, but that doesn’t mean she deserves to be caught in the middle. Then again, the League doesn’t care about those caught in the crossfire. They’re not heroes who try to minimize damage and casualties.

The thought makes you sick. How many people would get hurt just for the League’s statement?

‘What are YOU doing here??’

You counter, worry bleeding into your features as you search the edge of the crowds. Do you leave? Do you stay?

Why does it feel like the choice you make is going to impact your life in ways you can’t even begin to imagine?

‘I asked you first.’

You can imagine his face. Squinting turquoise eyes, his lips pressing into an impossibly thin line. The distrust oozing from him in waves that make you feel sick.

‘Lively dragged me here. The coworker I told you about from before.’

It’s the truth. And that’s always the best place to start.

‘And left you by yourself?’

Of course he’s going to question it when you’re all alone.

‘She went off with her boyfriend to do something. I just wanted a moment alone.’

Why oh why does this feel like you’re deactivating a ticking time bomb? Sweating before the open panel filled with crazy wires crackling with explosive energy. You have to stop this.

Dabi doesn’t answer and you roll your bottom lip between your teeth. You need to talk to him face to face otherwise your mind is going to convince you he’s angry with you. If you can just see his eyes and get one moment with him… Then you’ll know this isn’t as bad as it seems.

You stand from your seat and tuck your phone into your pocket, weaving out of the area and searching every shadow that you find. He has to be here somewhere, doesn’t he? If he knows you’re here, he must have seen you.

You send a quick message to Lively explaining you went home and continue your search. No reason to get her worried or suspicious. Your absence needs to seem genuine for her not to worry. Giving some bullshit excuse about you needing to finish some research works well enough.

You’re not well traveled in this part of the city, unfortunately. It’s too much of a maze to properly figure out but you end up checking alley after alley, looking for him. You find bums and thugs, paying them only a quick glance before skittering off to the next alley. Some call out, others growl but you’re a safe enough distance away by the time they can even react.

Where could he be? You’re turning down the next street when you’re yanked into a dark corner by a closed tailors shop. Firm hands are on your shoulders as they spin you to face their owner, your body trapped between the brick wall and your captor.

You relax as you recognize the warmth from him, the heat rolling off his body and his glistening cerulean eyes.

Dabi.

You’re always speechless when you look directly into his gaze but there’s something more to this. As he pins you against the wall, hands splayed on the brick on either side of your head, you can’t help but feel the beat of his heart against your ribs. His body is just barely touching yours but your skin burns for him, offering up a delicious rosy blush for him as yours recalls the memories of his body. His form pressing against yours, the feel of him within- it’s all a rush as he’s only inches from you.

“Dabi.” you breathe, a relieved sigh escaping your lips. “I thought you had to go back to the group?”

“So you took the time to brush elbows with the pros while I was gone?”

Okay so maybe he is upset with you.

You frown.

“You know that’s not why I’m here.” you sigh and he squints.

“Do I?”

“You can’t be serious right now.” you shake your head in disbelief. “Listen to yourself. Why would I want to be near pros? They’re loud, obnoxious and I don’t want any of the spotlight they bring. Being here doesn’t benefit me in the slightest.”

“And what does?” he challenges, his hands warming up against the bricks. You can feel the heat roll toward you but you don’t dare flinch. You will not be afraid of him- he’s just trying to intimidate you.

“You.” rolling your eyes, you open the connection between you two through the bond. You let a tendril of his soul slip through it, testing the metaphorical waters for any lie. “Feel for yourself.”

You don’t know if he can see or hear or feel it the way you do but it's worth a shot. Opening yourself to him isn’t as terrifying as it sounds although you still feel bare before him. All of his attention and essence sifting through your own to connect.

There’s only a fraction of him that visibly relaxes at the unseen action and you release the tension building up in your shoulders. At least it’s him. But why is he being so weird…?

“Do you really not trust me?” you murmur as he rests his head on your shoulder. The ends of his silky hair brush your cheek and you wrap your arms around him instinctively.

“I don’t trust anyone.” he mumbles.

It’s a lie but one you’ll let him believe. If that’s what he needs right now, so be it. But you know some part of him trusts you enough to expose different sides of himself. Or maybe it's involuntary?

Your fingertips slip into his hair and gently run through the tufts of it, letting them slip through the spaces between your fingers. His head rolls to the side as his lips attach to your neck, a soft purr reverberating from his chest. You feel it more than you hear it but it doesn’t matter. Because the moment his lips are on your skin you’re melting into his touch all over again.

You attempt control of your quirk, reeling it in until it’s locked tightly in your veins, ribbons of it swimming like eels trying to escape. It’s hard to focus on it and your attention slips as Dabi nips at your skin. With a yelp you jump and your control is snapped away and the ribbons of your quirk connect to Dabi’s veins. Surging with energy and the beautiful, steady melody of his heartbeat, you relax into his arms.

Dabi catches you before your knees give out and he sighs quietly- a note of content burning through you can’t ignore.

“You tried.” he chuckles and you offer a pathetic sound in response. You’re not even sure if you’re agreeing with him or not. It’s acknowledgment, at least.

The sting of his mistrust still hurts but you don’t let it go. You hold it for a brief moment as he pulls his face away from your neck, a somber and lost look tracing his features.

“Were you… Scared?” you ask quietly, brows furrowing on your face as you try to piece together why he feels… Different. His words and his actions are mixed, meaning and definitions clashing with how you’re deciphering them.

“Of what?” he sighs, bored tone returning to his voice.

You. Betrayal. Rejection. Ever since earlier he’s been… strange.

He must have been worried. With how drained you were after sex and then you being around so many Pro’s. You recall Shigaraki’s words about him being staked outside your apartment for a week before Charlie broke in. Even if he claims he was watching him and not you, you can’t help but feel maybe he was watching you all along.

“Nothing.” you mumble and press a hesitant kiss to his temple, holding his head still. He doesn’t object but the way he tenses up solidifies your suspicions.

Dabi’s not used to caring or worrying about others. He isn’t used to the physical contact between people if it isn’t explicitly sexual. He’s well versed in the way of fighting and sex but for anything more intimate you can see the way he shudders. His sharpened edges spring from him in a defensive- and the fear is blatantly clear to you through the bond.

Testing the waters of his emotional state only backs up your idea. He’s a storm of different feelings- none of it sorted and all of it bottled up until it breaks free.

“Quit that.” Dabi grumbles and you pause, pulling away from his face to look at him.

His bored look doesn’t budge.

“Quit what?” you blink, unsure of what he meant. Touching him? The gentle temple kiss? Or feeling his emotions?

“Saying it’s nothing.” he sighs. “I get really tired of those bullshit games.”

“Oh, well… I wasn’t sure you’d like what I had to say.”

“Does it matter if I do or don’t? Just say it.”

“I was going to say you were scared that I might betray you.” you admit sheepishly. “That you were afraid I wasn’t...genuine with you from the beginning.”

“And?”

He’s holding his breath.

“I’ve been honest with you.” you assure. “I’ve already opened myself up to you to search for your own assurance if you want. I don’t want you to feel like you can’t trust me but I understand the past may have proven that to be… difficult, to say the least.”

He doesn’t say anything but his arms slide around your waist, holding you to his warm chest. The closeness to him is somehow changed in the night but you don’t dislike it. Holding you more tightly than before, as if he’s reluctant to let go. It’s a new side to Dabi.

“You don’t have to completely trust me.” you offer quietly, lips brushing his collarbone as you lean into him. “I understand. I’m not upset. I’ll do everything I can to help you trust again.”

He presses a kiss to your hair and a smile blooms on your face, although it’s small.

It’s a step in the right direction, at least.

“Can we go home now?” you yawn. “Or do you need to go back?”

“I’ll walk you home first.” he says quietly and you grasp his hand in your own, threading your fingers tenderly.

Dabi freezes at the action but doesn’t pull away. He settles on keeping his gaze on anything but you and you’re not sure but it must be the pink lighting of the festival that dusts his cheeks with a rosy hue. Or your imagination.

By the time you’re safe and sound in your apartment, Dabi's face has returned to his normal pale and purple, piercings and all steeled into a bored tone. He drops you off at the door and you pause as he steps away, concern wrapping around your heart.

“Are you not…?” you’re stuck between ‘coming in’ and ‘coming back’ but Dabi seems to read it.

He shakes his head, eyes scanning the sky above nonchalantly.

“I have a couple of other things to do.” he says quietly.

“But… You’ll come back… Right?” you murmur and he takes a deep breath.

“Yeah.”

“Alright. See you later.”

He waves and starts stalking down the street, his pace set by his long stride. You watch as he retreats from your vision, a weird sensation building in your gut.

He’s probably just thinking about something. You wish he would open up to you but you understand why he doesn’t. Dabi isn’t used to doing these kinds of things- and for him to be anything but his normal bored or flirty self is strange.

Still, if he needs time alone to figure it out, so be it.

You’ll be right here when he does. Come hell or high water.

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Ichor Pt 6 (DabixReader)

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TW: Blood, Swearing.

Do not think about the kiss. Do not think about the kiss. Do not think about the kiss. Do. Not. Think. About. The. Kiss.

Too late. You fail to catch your gaze as it slips to Dabi’s lips- one smooth and one burnt but the memory of both against your own surfaces with the rising blush. It shouldn’t matter. You’d only done it to save him.

“I haven’t been entirely… Honest with you.” you frown and force your gaze back down to your plate. “Something like this has happened before.”

“Oh?” he barely sounds interested.

“When I was younger my quirk showed up later than it normally does for others.” you bite the inside of your cheek to keep your courage. “I guess. Or I never really noticed it until my blood accidentally got ingested. But that’s not the point.”

You take a deep breath and let it out slowly. Remembering her lifeless face- Aysu’s face- is a memory that sends tendrils of fear into your heart. Seeds of doubt, of worry and guilt to ravage your mind. Tear apart your soul.

“She was boosted with her quirk and kept growing,” you continued, “I freaked out, she freaked out. I tried to pull it back when the thread appeared but when I did it just took… everything. Everything. Her blood, her air, her… life. I watched her turn into an empty husk.”

Tears blink their way down your face but you can’t feel the sting. Numbness washes over you as you remember trying to stop taking from Aysu. Trying to stop her growing panic and her literal growing as she grew and grew in size. The defenseless way she shrunk into the fetal position, crumbling before your very eyes as the thread spooled back into your body. Like it had done its job. Like the bastardly thing was satisfied.

“It was covered up.” you whisper. “Her parents were paid off and mine moved me here. I got one session of quirk counseling before they thought it was best I hid it from the world. To forget.. About her. About my so called fucking ‘gift’. I pushed it down for so long that… I actually ended up forgetting. But I was so, so angry at you. I could feel my quirk awaken like some giant beast opening its eyes for the first time in a long, long time. I wanted you to hurt. I wanted you to suffer. My quirk awoke and it was as if nothing had ever changed. It told me to tug the thread back to me. To rip it away. To take it back.”

Dabi doesn’t speak as you shudder. He’s silent as sin as you anxiously wring your hands. You can feel his gaze on you like wildfire, untamed blue fire devouring your body inch by inch. Laying your sins bare for him to ignite. For him to see.

To understand.

“I don’t think I can stop it when it starts.” you whimper, “I’m not that s-strong. I can’t fight it. But I can give again. I can pour it ba-ack. Return what it took.”

More tears drop from your eyes, rivers ebbing their way onto your cheeks. It’s hardly recognizable when you can’t feel anything but guilt and the heat from your body turning up higher and higher.

“I’m sorry.” you strain to speak, your voice a ghost of what it normally is. “I didn’t mean to drain you.”

“Your quirk is dangerous left unchecked.” Dabi sighs and you flinch from the empty, uncaring words.

Your eyes turn to his face as your vision blurs. Dabi doesn’t owe you anything after all you’ve done to him, let alone kind words. In fact, after draining him from the very fabric of existence, you owe him. But your sorrow disappears as you glance up to find the heat you felt rising wasn’t your body at all.

It was his.

Blue flame flickers in his eyes. Echoing his burning soul deep within as the flames dance on his skin. Between his fingers like a shooting star shimmering through the stratosphere. A comet hitting the orbit of his body as it bursts to life among his flesh.

A breath you never knew you were holding releases as waves his hands through the air, spinning the flames into different shapes. They grow brighter and brighter until you see the tips of white start to overtake the blue. It’s almost unbearably hot before he douses the flames, the top of your ceiling only slightly scorched from the display.

“I’d say we’re even, dollface.” Dabi says nonchalantly and you blink up at the scorch marks in disbelief.

“When did…?” you ask and turn your wide eyes back to him.

He chuckles softly and examines his hand thoughtfully.

“When you brought me back.”

The essence of his life fed back into him returned his quirk? Is that honestly how it was supposed to work?

“Oh.” you say softly, your chest growing tight.

This means he leaves, right? He no longer needs to be around you. He has his quirk back, like he demanded.

There’s no reason for him to stay.

“It’s a different power level than I’m used to.” Dabi says offhandedly. “It’ll take adjusting to but damn is it a rush.”

His low whistle cuts through your numbness. Heart thumping unpleasantly fast in your chest while you can barely hold a breath, you shovel more food into your mouth. You don’t taste it. It’s as if you were eating air for all that you can taste. All you can feel is the growing strain in your heart as it flutters like a bird in a cage. What was this weird feeling? Why is it here now, of all the times to show?

“Any threads?” Dabi asks and you swallow your mouthful of food before you check.

It takes a bit but sure enough when you summon your quirk- even just a hair- the thread thrums to life. You can feel your own rapid heartbeat meet a steadier one, the thumping feeling in your body echoing in your skull. In your fingers and toes, your bones humming with delight at the sensation. Eyes widening, you look up at Dabi who raises a brow and squints at the empty space between the two of you.

“Can you… can you see it?” you gasp as you realize what it is he’s staring at.

“No.” he shakes his head and shrugs as his fingers glide across the table and sweep up some stray pieces of rice. “I see you’re a messy eater, though.”

Your blood rises to your face in a flash of heat at getting carried away and your mess. Trying to cover your own embarrassment you clear your throat and stare back at your food.

“Oh. I thought you might have- I don’t know? Seen it? Felt it?”

“Doesn’t that only work on your end?” he rests his head on a fist and watches you.

“N-normally.” you nod. “I just thought-.. Nevermind. It’s probably just over excitement.” you sigh and stand from your chair.

“Thank you for letting me eat that.” you mumble and carry your empty plate to the sink.

You’ll do the dishes tomorrow. For now you need to be alone. Locked in your room and away from Dabi.

Away from the world.

“Goodnight.” you call from over your shoulder as you walk down the hall.

The scrape of a chair across the wooden floor and his footsteps to follow you let you know your conversation isn’t over.

“Nice try,” Dabi says and slides into the chair left by your bedside. “but we’re not done yet.”

You cross your legs, leaning your back against the wall as you sit across from him. It should have been obvious he had more to say from the lack of commentary he had for your story. Even if you’re squirming with uncomfortable emotions he won’t let you go that easily. Despite the thoughts running through your mind like a cacophony of chaos. Too rapid, too disorganized.

“What’s left to talk about?” you say quietly.

You need him to direct the conversation. Need him to lead it away from your grasp, less you pilot it directly into the ground like a paraglider on fire.

Dabi watches you, his unreadable turquoise eyes half lidded. You wish he would just tell you what he was thinking instead of you having to guess.

“Look, Princess, there’s not much I’m gonna be able to do to keep the league away from you.”

Him calling you a princess makes your heart stutter in your chest. Especially the way it rolls off his lips like silk. His silver tongue sickeningly sweet honeysuckle to your ears. It’s thick and warming, the desperate vibrating through your senses begging for more.

His voice is a dangerous weapon. You’ve tasted him, sipped the wine of his lips and tongue. Taken part in the divine essence he oozes almost thoughtlessly. It’s seductive and beguiling, an enchantment of his soul on his skin to beckon you into his embrace. The combination of rough and soft, quiet and strong- it’s almost too much as you remember the feel of his hands. Pulling you closer to him as if he could drink you down to the last drop. A yearning that never fades but burns just as bright as his eyes do. You’re nauseous as you meet his eyes.

But it’s not that he made you sick. Just his words.

“It’s better for everyone if you stay as far away from them as possible.”

“What?” you mumble and frown. “But you told them-”

“I know what I said.” he interjects before you can finish and sighs. “I’ll tell them you lost your quirk or something. I’ll get them outta your hair but you’ll need to move.”

Move?

You blink once. Twice.

He isn’t joking.

“Why?”

“They know where you live.” he shrugs and crosses his arms on the top of the back of the chair and rests his chin atop them. “Once I’m gone they’ll have no reason to track where you move to.”

The sharp pain in your chest at the mention of him leaving washes away all of the good feelings he brought on earlier. Even if he’s saying it in that dreamy voice of his it still hurts like a burning knife in your gut. Twisting your organs until they’re shredding on the blade.

Of course he’s going to leave. He has to. Isn’t that what you wanted? For him to leave and be out of your life for good?

You debate on asking when he’s leaving but you can’t bring the words to your mouth. You can barely even think them without vomiting up your entire stomach. All that food you just ate will not be in vain. Shoving down any and all thoughts of barfing, you take a deep breath.

As much as you hate to admit it, he’s right. You’ll need to move to remain hidden. That’s what you told him you wanted.

It is what you want. You have to keep focused on your goals. Getting him out of your life is just step one.

“Right.” you swallow and stare down at your hands.

You can’t cry in front of him. Not again. Earlier you’d been sobbing in his arms and he’d held you. Hell, he kissed you. You haven’t forgotten that part. If you even could, that is. The memory is a phantom on your skin, a ghost along your ears as you can hear the hungry noise from the base of his throat. Of course, he’d only been starving for the energy you were giving him. Feeding him back what you took through your body and soul. With blood and spit and sweat you raised him back to where he had been before he’d even met you.

It probably meant nothing to him. Just like it shouldn’t mean anything to you. But the fear of losing him, of having drained him down to nothing- that wasn’t a normal reaction. Sure if it were a stranger you’d still feel awful but something about him is wholly different. Is it because you’re attracted to him? Is it because the connection between you two is beyond what you’ve ever experienced?

The thread is still there, humming with life between the two of you- although you know he can’t see or feel it. It would be nice if he could. Maybe he might understand why these emotions were surfacing for someone you barely even know. He might even feel them himself.

But no. You know better than to dream of useless, silly things like that. They don’t exist outside of your mind. They can’t. It’s just not how it works. And at the end of the day reality is the only constant that remains true. It’s harsh and it’s unforgiving but you’ll be damned if it wasn’t one hundred percent truth.

You dread his next words.

“I’m leaving tomorrow. Our deal is done.” his words are too quiet. Or maybe you’ve stopped hearing him. They’re muddled and murky. Drowning in something that's stopping you from understanding.

You don’t have to understand. You don’t need to. It just is.

“So it is.” you whisper back and glance toward your door. “I need to sleep. Goodnight.”

Dabi lets out a small sigh and stands from the chair, twirling it back toward your desk as he ambles toward your door. He stops in the doorway, his broad shoulders tensing for a moment as he glances over his shoulder.

“Goodnight, angel.” he says softly and his lips quirk up to a smile as your face burns.

The wink that follows doesn’t make it any better. His soft, almost inaudible, chuckle that he breathes out gives you goosebumps. Of course he knows how attractive he is. Why wouldn’t he? It’s a perfect opportunity to tease the ever living life out of you when you react to it.

You sigh and slump down on your bed, staring up at the doorway as if you could make him reappear with just a thought.

Tomorrow, then. At least you’d get to say goodbye.

Dreams and nightmares evade you in slumber. Even though you can feel your body regenerate what it needs to, you don’t feel well rested when you wake. You’re groggy and sluggish. Worn out and aching to the bone.

It’s gloomy outside your window, rain swelling in the large gray clouds above. It’s a brief misting that falls from the sky, though. No large drops of rain. No downpour. Only a mist that’s annoying enough to be an inconvenience.

You yawn and make your way to the kitchen to cook something up. But as you reach the mouth of the hallway that lets into the kitchen and living area, you feel even worse.

Dabi’s gone.

He wasn’t in the bathroom when you passed by it. You recheck just to be sure.

The living area with the couch and television is empty. No large body sprawled across it. No jacket hanging off the back of it. No boots laying by the front door.

There isn’t even a note.

Why would you let yourself believe he’d even leave one? He doesn’t care about you or these stupid feelings that are getting the best of you. Why should he? You killed him! Literally drained him right there on your living room floor. Like some kind of vicious and feral vampire.

The tears at your eyes don’t feel right. Even as your heart is thudding sharply in your chest, painfully flopping like a depressed child. You should have known better than to get your hopes up with him. You weren’t even anything to him. You knew that.

You know that.

So why does it hurt so badly?

The leftover dishes in the sink wait, their silence speaking legions of words of judgement as you pass by them and to the front door. You don’t even know what you’re looking for. A message? A note? For him to just be waiting outside it with that stupid cocky grin?

But no. There’s nothing but misty rain aggravating your senses. The world is a shade of sickly brownish green. The discoloration of displeasure. Of rot and decay. Anger swells up in your nerves and you slam the door shut with more force than you should have.

Of course he didn’t leave a goddamn note. You mean nothing to him. Nothing, nothing. Nothing. Absolutely nothing. Not a single goddamn thing. You were just means to an end. You brought him back and you housed him until he got what he wanted from you.

The lack of company only makes the silence that much worse as you sit and eat cereal. The clock is ticking on the wall across from you, mist on the glass of your windows sputtering pathetically. It can’t even rain right on a day as awful as this one.

You glance over at the couch where Dabi would have been had he not left without a single word. Are you imagining it as empty or has it always been that… lonely? Aloof and lacking?

Has it always been just like you?

How nice was the feeling of someone sprawled over every inch of your life that it made you feel so depressed without it? It hadn’t felt that great when he was here but with him now gone it only feels cold and sharp. Painful reminders that you’re a helpless, useless no one that nobody would miss. Even if he had killed you like he threatened when he was trying to intimidate you- he had a point. No one would find you for days because your silence in their lives is already so common. They wouldn’t think twice about it.

Whatever. You don’t need people anyways. What do they do but cause pain and make more drama than you need in your life? Like Dabi. He was a threat to your nice, quiet lifestyle. Everything could have been ruined because of him and his stupidly beautiful eyes. And that annoyingly gorgeous cocky smirk he gives when he’s teasing you.

The heat you feel is not from your anger but you only get angier from it. Feeling it in your body as it betrays the emotions you want to run freely. You don’t need Dabi. You don’t want Dabi.

You’re better off without Dabi.

Right?

Work passes without anything interesting. Lively tries to talk about this new teacher she’s been seeing. Some kind of prohero that worked for UA, ‘Eraserhead’ or something dumb like that. You wish you could summon even an ounce of personality to engage in her one sided conversation but you can’t. You don’t have the energy to. It doesn’t matter how much you sleep. How much you eat. How much water you consume. Nothing is enough to take away the waves of exhaustion that push and pull through your soul and body.

It’s starting to affect your work. As your boss temporarily suspends your schedule so you can ‘get yourself together’- as she put it- you find that you don’t even want to go home.

There’s a battle a couple of blocks from your apartment. You don’t even think about going to help and heal. What’s the point? To make up for the wrongs you’ve done with Aysu and Dabi? Aysu’s dead. There’s nothing you can do to help her.

Dabi said your deal was over with. You both got what you wanted. So that was more than made up for.

Helping beyond what you already have is only asking for more trouble. You should know better than to use your quirk anymore. Look at what had happened when you lost your temper. Exposing anyone else to such a horror is a terribly selfish thing to do. It’s not that you even really helped to begin with, either. You played both sides in the hopes of seeming like you were an unbiased person.

But you were really only doing it for you. To soothe your guilty conscience. You didn’t help out of any kindness. It isn’t a dream of yours. It was only ever to make yourself feel better about your existence.

A bar sounds great right about now. You need a drink. Or four. Maybe not even alcohol.

You tell yourself you’re getting drunk but you don’t. You just sit at the bar and sip on one drink. People buzz in and around you. That’s really why you’re here. Because you can’t stand to be alone. You can’t fathom the emptiness that opens the void in your soul at the silence of your house.

This is the only way you know how to be around people without seeming absolutely pathetic. Like the real selfish, useless person you are. Here you can fake that you’re waiting for someone or whatever. That you’re not as sad and lonely as you really, really are.

“Why the long face?” a voice drawls and you turn toward your left.

Coming face to face with a man with a tattoo that covers his entire face. His skin is a sickly green but the tattoo only enhances this with lime lines swirling into the center. It’s a stranger pattern that makes you furrow your brows and he chuckles.

“Let me guess,” he grins, “My face?” he motions towards his cheek and runs the back of his hand down it.

“I don’t mean to stare.” you say plainly. “Sorry.”

“No that’s why it’s there.” he chortles. “I wanted others to keep watching me. And looking at you with those magnificent eyes one me? Priceless. I’d do it all over again.”

Oh god is he flirting with you? The cringe that seeps into your face is only slight as you scoot further away from the man, angling your body in the other direction as he leans forward.

“You can call me Charlie.” he grins and extends a hand. “And you are…?”

‘Not interested?’ you think but sigh.

“[Name].” you mutter and glance away from him.

“A beautiful name!” he exclaims and places his hand over his heart. “May I buy you your next drink? See if I can brighten that sorrowful look of yours?”

No. Nope. This man is too over the top and you’re done with it. Maybe you weren’t looking for any company. Just a specific someone's company. Not that you’re going to allow yourself to think of his name.

Before you can deny the man he’s already signaled your refill. His grin is plastered across his face like a snake waiting in the grass. Poised, waiting. Striking is eventual and it’s only a matter of when.

And if you can get out of the way in time.

Ah well. Might as well enjoy it while it lasts, hm?

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Ichor Pt 5 (DabixReader)

One day I’ll be able to get to the point where I’ll be able to write and not have ideas spring in the middle that change the course of what I’ve already written. One day. But that day? It’s not today.

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TW: Blood, Swearing.

Dabi is less than pleased to see his two comrades when you return with them in tow. He’s lounging on the couch in the clothes he was wearing when you first found him but the bags you gave him yesterday aren’t anywhere in sight.

Whatever. He doesn’t have to wear them. You’ll just return them when he leaves.

If he leaves, that is.

“Dabi! We’ve been looking for you everywhere!” Toga exclaims and rushes toward the couch. “Shigaraki is pretty upset you haven’t come back after the last fight.”

“We thought you might have been captured.” Spinner grumbles.

“Or killed.” Toga coos, her lips pulling back slightly to reveal her sharp canines. “But we didn’t know you got a girlfriend~!”

“Absolutely not.” you snorted.

“Aw, lovers quarrel?” Toga purrs and shifts her golden eyes to you adoringly.

“No, I just happened to heal his sorry ass.” you sigh and lean against the kitchen counter. Folding your arms across your chest you try to keep some kind of distance between you and the villains.

And keep close to the door.

“Awww, that’s so romantic~!” Toga grins. “You found him and just had to nurse him back to health! And you fell in love~”

“I would love it if he got the hell away from me but that’s the only time love and me will be in the same sentence regarding him.” you spit and Spinner shifts his gaze from you to Dabi as Toga frowns.

“Why haven’t you reached out to us?” he asks quietly.

“Phone broke.” Dabi yawns and stands from the couch.

Is he going to tell them why he’s here?

“I found us a medic.” he jabs a thumb in your direction.

You choke on your spit as his words hit your ears.

“I think the fuck not!” you hiss. “We had a deal, Dabi.”

He turns to you with uninterest before it melts away to a knowing, cocky smile.

“And I changed my mind. What are you gonna do now?”

“That’s not how that works-“

“It is now.”

Your blood is burning in your body, your veins thrumming with rage as he glares back at you. Who the hell does he think he is?! Changing a deal just because he feels like it?! What an entitled, useless piece of—!

“Tell them why you’re here, then.” you snarl and push yourself from the counter and toward the couch. “Go on, Dabi. Let your friends know exactly why you haven’t returned.”

His eyes catch your gaze with a warning blazing in his iris’, Toga and Spinner blinking from him to you. Spinner looks uncomfortable and a tad bit anxious, his nerves setting sharp against his scales. Toga looks overly pleased with the turn of events, her honey colored eyes switching between your face and Dabi’s. As if she’s drinking in this tension like a delicious wine, the succulent clashing flavors of anger swirling through the room.

You can hardly blame her. The exhilarating feeling of releasing your pent up frustrations is momentary euphoria. All you want to do is scream and yell and howl. To cause a fight, to give in to the deep, dark thoughts of your mind that appear when your temper gets the best of you. You’ve had your fill of shit today and this bastard is going to start paying for being a pain in your ass right the fuck now.

His eyes are almost commanding you to stop talking. They’re not even pleading. They’re trying to overrule your own subconscious from his own body, a tentative strain around his eyelids that pulls your mind into a further frenzy.

‘Don’t do this.’ his eyes say.

But you’re not listening.

“I saved you from the brink of death.” you breathe viciously. “I brought your life back into this world with my own two hands and you have the audacity to stand here and tell me our deal has changed?”

If his comrades were worried about him having gotten caught or killed, they have a strange way of showing it. But of course they would. Villains aren’t heroes. They hide and sneak and scheme in the shadows of the sun while heroes bask in it. Any villain caught or brought to death had to be easily forgotten. Easily left behind. Pieces to sacrifice. That’s all these underlings were in the end game.

“How did you find me?” you turn your attention to Spinner- the most held together of the two who had followed you home- and he flinches once your eyes meet his.

“We have our ways.” he spits and tenses as your snarl grows. “I hope you’re not expecting a thank you for saving him.”

“Did you think we weren’t watching when we attacked that recovery zone?” Toga giggles. “It only took a little bit of asking around to find out what else we needed to know.”

Of course. Of course they had made that distraction on purpose. They had been watching from the start. Did they see how your quirk worked? What else do they already know?

“While this is increasingly entertaining,” Dabi cuts in, “I can’t leave just yet. I have some wounds that still need to heal.”

“You can’t heal back at the…. Hideout?” Spinner eyes you suspiciously.

“I’ll worry about me and you mind your own damn business.” Dabi sneers. “Leave.”

“I’m sure we’ll be back.” Toga hums and turns toward the door. “I can’t wait to see you again!”

Her grin wouldn’t look so malicious if it weren’t for her sharpened canines. You watch as her and Spinner see themselves out. Spinner murmurs something to Dabi but you’re too upset to fully listen in to it. Once the door closes and they’re both gone you turn back toward the source of your fury.

His eyes never once left you since your outburst. You can see his own fury begin to simmer up to his features, a muscle twitching in his jaw as he glowers at you. You don’t dare back down. Not now, when your senses are reeling in the anger like dry grass in a wildfire. Fueling it, engaging in it. Imbuing it.

“I don’t know what's crawled up your ass but you need to calm down.” Dabi growls. “What the hell were you thinking? Telling them about what happened? Were you going to mention my quirk being gone?”

“Were you?” you hiss back. “You seemed pretty sure of yourself when you announced I was a medic you found for your league. I figured since we were all sharing important secrets that I’d make you spill one yourself.”

“Of course not.” he growls. “They don’t need to worry themselves with this.”

He motions between the two of you when he says ‘this’. His finger pointing to himself and then extending toward you. You don’t like the implication or the action. It summons a growl from your sternum, your teeth gnashing wildly as he moves even an inch closer to you.

“It would have been a hell of a sell if they bought that couple crap.” he rolls his eyes. “You don’t want people to know about you, huh? Why not just pretend to be a fling in my string of one night stands and be content with that? They wouldn’t bat an eye. But no, you needed to let your hate for me bleed through that near perfect cover up. I swear it’s like you don’t even think about shit like this. How do you plan to remain hidden if you don’t think about the consequences of your interactions?”

Your fury should freeze over. It should recede back to normal like waves against a beach. It does recede, in a way. But it doesn’t return to normal. It reaches back into the depths of your anger, freezing beyond the point of flame until you’re entirely cold. Your fingers feel numb as they curl into your palms, turning into fists as his irritatingly bright cyan eyes refuse to back down from your gaze.

“You hate me, I get that.” Dabi hisses and holds up a hand, “But calm your ass down and think about this logically, alright? Before you mess any more of it up with your raging emotions.”

That’s it. The last words you hear before your anger snaps beyond control. Your quirk roars to life in less than three seconds and the thread between the two of you is clearer than ever before. You don’t even think when your hands reach out to it and yank it toward yourself.

He’s on the floor in seconds, heaving air in and out of his lungs as you grip the thread in your hands, knuckles straining with ache that echoes in the back of your mind. A memory of a lifeless body before you, bloodied and colorless. Flashes of it reel through your mind's eye and you pause just for a moment- your anger frozen in place as you realize just what it is you’re doing.

You’ve done this before.

As Dabi chokes for air, his blue eyes turn up to you with an unidentifiable emotion. His hand goes to his throat and he stutters out a string of curses before he manages to call out to you.

“[N-Name].”

You’re deaf to his pleas. All you can see is the past clear as day, stitching into your mind as you watch someone you don’t even recognize bleed their life into you.

No.

You’re taking it from them. Forcing them to bleed every last drop into this bond between the two of you as they shrivel up. You can feel the energy burn within your veins, flickering flames rushing out to cauterize the connection.

No. No, no no no no no-

You can’t let this happen. You have to stop it. It can’t end like this, not again.

You don’t hesitate as you throw yourself back into the present and a very near dead Dabi. His hand is outstretched, reaching for you as he gasps. His skin is pale and gray, his hair almost completely snow white as his eyes- his goddamn beautiful blue eyes- flutter. He’s trying to stay alive. Trying to stay awake. He wants to live-

You scramble to stop your quirk from draining him. Stumbling over your own limbs you drop to the ground and try to reverse what you’ve done. It only brings a shade of color back to his body, a strained gasp releasing from his lips as his eyelids stop fluttering. No. No, dammit! It can’t end like this! He’s still breathing-!

You pull him up to your lap, resting his head carefully against your thighs as he grows weaker. His arms drop to his sides and his head lolls slightly but you hold it firm. Pressing your palms to his face you can feel your body quivering with fear, with energy- with the life you’ve stolen from him.

Gods, no! You didn’t mean to kill him! That’s not what you wanted at all!

You have to do something- you have to feed him, you have to bleed! You need a blade- a knife- anything! Something sharp!

You free one hand from the side of his face and claw at your wrist with blunt fingernails. Dammit! If you had only had your scalpel with you this would be easier! You could run to the kitchen but there’s no time.

Fear acts for you. Your teeth gnash at your wrist viciously and you tear your skin with a harsh bite. Reopening the wound you had fed him from once before. It hurts like a sonofabitch but you’re bleeding spectacularly from the torn skin that hasn't fully healed. Dark red swells from your wound and you force Dabi’s mouth open. Tilting his head up so it doesn’t drown him, you press your wrist to his lips.

Tears fall from your face and onto his, the drops sliding down his cheekbones slower than the blood can pour out of you and into him. You can feel your stomach churn as his body lies lifeless in your hands. Bile rises up to your throat and you hiccup it down with every sob that starts to tear through your throat. He can’t be dead. He can’t.

“No, dammit!” you scream and bite harshly down on your lip. It wasn’t intentional but as you taste blood in your mouth you remember you have other options.

Goddamn this beautiful, idiotic asshole. You hated his fucking guts for making you do this.

No. You hate your own guts. You did this to him. The fact this is the second time only makes you feel guiltier.

You press your lips to his, holding his jaw with one hand to ensure the liquid keeps spilling into him. You bite again at your lip and let it bleed into him, your own saliva mixing with it as you force an impromptu kiss.

His skin is still warm to your touch, his body heat holding out as you sob into him. Tears, blood, sweat and spit. Four bodily liquids spilling in and onto Dabi. Imagining the mess and strange scene this must be, you can’t help but feel embarrassment color your cheeks. Can you really afford to care right now? This man is dying in your arms and you’re getting a little embarrassed about how it must look? So many liquids pouring from you into him- as awkward as it may seem to someone else is the norm to you. You’re doing your best, goddammit! Give yourself a break!

The faint stutter of his heartbeat only encourages you as you lift Dabi up slightly. Holding him closer to you, cradling the back of his head with one hand while the other wraps around his shoulders. Pressing his body to yours as if you could pass on the life energy in your own body by mere contact. You’d will it back to him if you could.

The metallic taste of blood is ever present as you bleed more into him, your heart pounding as his body starts to twitch in your arms.

It’s working! It’s really, really working!

Finally, he takes a breath. Breathing you in, sucking in air as you pull away. Color is returning to him as you watch him swallow the excess blood and spit. His chest heaves for air, puffing against your own as strength finds its way to his limbs. It’s weak but it’s there. He can hold himself up- slightly. He’s still pressing against you before his lips find yours again. A ferocious bite into your mouth reopens the healing puncture wounds you made yourself to feed him. He drinks greedily and his hands pull you to him roughly. His hand at your waist bunches up your shirt and demands your body be flush against his.

Air is secondary as he pulls a breath from your lungs, gulping down blood without thinking twice about it. You can feel his strength grow with each second, his calloused fingers pressing into the back of your neck as his hand snakes up into your hair. He’s pulling and pushing and pressing you against him. To him. As if he’s trying to devour you in slow, hungry bites.

A groan slips past your lips as he pulls away and your head spins. Dizziness swarms your vision as you blink tears over their threshold. But he’s there. He’s here. Sitting in front of you, alive and breathing. Covered in sweat and blood and looking at you with his burning blue eyes. His body is overflowing with heat as he clings to you, molding your body to fit in his embrace. He takes a deep breath before he runs the tip of his tongue up your cheeks, following the trail of tears that had built itself into your face.

You shiver at the sensation of it and pull away from him as his grip on you loosens. He shifts to creep closer, capturing your lips before you can protest in another hungry motion. But he doesn’t bite. He doesn’t draw blood. He runs his tongue along your battered lip and breathes into you, with you as his hands relax and flatten against your back.

You’re the one to pull away for air as you choke back a happy sob.

“You’re alive!” you breathe, hands caressing his face as if you can’t believe it. “I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to!”

You whisper, afraid if you’re any louder than you’ll wake up from this dream and he’ll be drained and dead on the floor of your living room.

“I didn’t mean to.” you shake your head and mumble helplessly as he watches you unfurl into an even bigger mess. “Dabi, I’m so sorry.”

He doesn’t say anything. Instead he brings his lips to your forehead and presses a gentle, almost timid kiss before he rests his chin atop your head.

“I’m not dead.” he whispers back. “I’m not dead.”

A silent sob breaks through any thoughts you have and you cling to him, balling the shoulders of his jacket in your hands as you softly cry out the cresting wave of relief flooding through you. He lets you, rubbing unsure and hesitant circles in your back as you do. You can feel his heart against your body as you tremble in his arms.

Why is he being so soft now? After yelling and threatening you- and not even wearing those damn clothes you bought him!

“Why aren’t you wearing the clothes?” you whimper quietly and his movements pause as he slowly pulls away from you.

“What?” he furrows his brows, eyes searching your own as you wipe away at the last stray tears.

“The clothes!” you whine. “Why aren’t you wearing them? I got them just for you so you wouldn’t have to just wear this.” you tug at his jacket again and his eyes shift down before his lips start to twitch.

“Because they’re in the wash.” he huffs out a quiet laugh. “I went through them yesterday and threw them in to clean em’.” he murmurs.

“Oh.” you swallow the lump in your throat.

“Did you really think I wouldn’t wear them?” he asks with a grin.

“Y-Yeah.” you frown and look away from him.

God, what are you even doing? Cuddling up to the man you almost just murdered on accident? What kind of psychopath are you?

Why is he even holding you to him? Why even bother kissing you to begin with if it was for something other than to gain the boost from your quirk? Or was he just using it for the boost? Your mind is muddled with so many confusing thoughts and emotions, your energy drained thoroughly as you shudder and breathe.

“It’d be a waste of good clothes.” he shrugs. “Of course I’ll wear em’.”

You don't know why but hearing him say that blooms a feeling of happiness in your nerves. It settles through you like a gentle spring breeze, spreading from your toes to your fingertips and eventually your head as you take deep, deep breaths.

“I lost control.” you whisper. “I almost killed you.”

“There’s no almost, doll.” he chuckles darkly.

“Wha- but you’re alive!” you pull away from him, splaying your palm against his chest. Sure enough, his heart is beating deep inside, the echo of it seeping into his flesh.

“Yeah but I’ve been on the brink before.” he sighs, “This time I went over.”

You had killed him. You killed Dabi.

“But..” you can feel every calm nerve deflate as you stare helplessly.

“You brought me back.” he rubs the back of his neck and unwinds his arms from around you.

Guilt owns your soul. As you watch the man stretch and stand, you wilt underneath his gaze as he glances down at you. Dabi was dead because of you. Even if you brought him back, he was still dead because you lost control of your emotions.

“I... “ you fumble for words like an infant, stumbling with every thought that tries to swim through your mind. It feels like molasses as every movement is stunted, dizziness reclaiming your senses as your eyes flutter shut. You just need to stop the room for a second. Stop the spinning.

Murky sounds drain until you can hear nothing as your body hits the floor.

“You’re on borrowed time.” a voice calls out and you turn from dark nothingness to immediate light.

Bright, brilliant. Prismatic infinity extending every which way as you turn to find the owner of the voice. Their voice echoes beyond your ears. You can feel them speak from your lips, feel the sounds in your bones as you try to cover your ears. They’re using your body to conduct their noise, their voice ripping from your skin in seconds as you drop to the ground.

You scream absolute silence. Mouth hanging open as pain ripples in every inch of your body. Shattered bones, broken sobs and high pitched cries ringing out. White nothingness turns into a massacre of red as blood spills from walls you hadn’t known were around you. Leaking and seeping into your skin. Soaking in the ichor until you’re full of it. Overflowing form turning formless as you are the blood.

Everything shiftless. Formless until given the cipher of a body, spilling into the universe. Turning the milky way into a river of red, saturating the cosmos in red, red, red.

You can never forget the images filing through each second like the pages of a book fluttering by. Skimming, skimming, skimming. Broken skin, shattered muscles and torn bones. Rotting corpses revitalizing and rising up. Blunt limbs sharpening into your own appendages until it’s a sea of nothing but yourself. Grinning and bleeding- an army of ichor.

Your scream breaks through their mouths and amplifies. They’re echoing your cries, your disastrous pleading to wake up.

It’s the hand that clamps around your mouth that stirs you from your nightmare.

Scarred and smooth skin stitched together with staples presses your screams to muffled cries. Your eyes are wild with adrenaline as you tremble beneath the strong, calloused fingers. There’s an air of calm they give off as you breathe through your nose. It’s only when you can blink yourself to recognize your bedroom that you stop struggling against the warm palm pressing into your jaw.

Dabi moves his hand slowly away as you take a deep breath and turn your gaze to him. He’s sitting in the chair next to your bed, straddling it as his arms cross over the back. His chin is resting against the top of it, his eyes blinking lazily down at you.

He’s wearing a plain shirt and the sweats you bought him. His hair is limp with water, the damp strands sticking to various parts of his skull as he runs a hand through them. Wiping the wet hand on his pant leg, he tears his gaze from you.

“You were screaming.” he says plainly.

“So you shove your hand over my mouth?” you cough out, your throat dry.

That nightmare… It feels familiar in the way an old fear from your childhood does when you face it as an adult. But you’re still afraid as you remember the blood pouring all around you, drowning you until you’re just a droplet among the others. Screaming.

Dabi just scoffs and rolls his eyes. “Next time I’ll just let the neighbors barge in because they think you’re being murdered.”

“Bold of you to assume they’d care.” you snark and sit up.

You’re still in the same clothes as before when you had that fight with Dabi.

The fight. You whip your head toward him, scanning him from head to toe. He quirks a lazy brow at the sudden movement. Reaching out and poking his cheek only results in a briefly annoyed look and him swatting your hand away.

“You’re not dead. You’re real.” you breathe. “I..”

“Remembering, eh?” he shrugs and rolls his neck, cracking his spine as it pops back into place. “You’ve been out for a couple of hours.”

The clock tells you it’s three forty five in the morning. What time was it when you passed out? It had been after you got home from work. Toga and Spinner had followed you home- although you’re certain they already knew where you lived without having to follow you. It was a threat and a reminder that your life is only seconds from being in their hands.

Your head throbs and you wince. Scanning over your body for any other injuries you find your wrist is puffier and redder than before. The wound is angry and fresh, scabbing over with a burning sensation. Other than that, nothing. You purse your lips to feel the beginnings of scabbing from being bitten harshly. You hope it’s not too obvious.

Ah, your lips. Your body is burning all over as you remember you kissed Dabi. It was a moment of desperation to bring him back- but when he regained consciousness.. He had kissed you back. His hands pulling you closer to him, his arms wrapping around you as you sobbed into him. You were so, so relieved and afraid.

You’d killed him and brought him back to life. It wasn’t your intention to kill him but your rage got the better of your. Before you could even think properly you had yanked the thread between you two and taken everything from him.

Just like before. You’ve been in that situation only once before. The memories are foggy and terrifying but you still feel them like the press of clammy lips against your brain. A sickening shiver runs through you and you fight the rising bile that it brings with it. Dabi watches in silence as you struggle with how to even speak. He must have remembered the kiss- but anything before that? Anything after?

Trembling hands quiver as you try to raise them to your face. Fingerprints pressing into the skin below your eyes as if you could press the memories out of your head. Squeeze them out of your pores and leak them into the world until they’re dried out and nothing. Gone. Gone, gone, gone.

You remember her- the girl you’d called your best friend. She was drained of every inch of her life energy. As if a vampire had come through and taken every last drop of blood. Sucked dry. Nothing but a brittle, broken body left in the space she used to occupy. Her lips were a rosy red before you took her soul from her body. The awful blue shade they bloomed into will forever be your least favorite color.

Aysu. You don’t want to remember her name but you can’t help but hear it bubble up from your blood with the image of her face flashing behind your eyes. Aysu. She was only twelve when you drained her. Her body, lifeless and limp on the warm grass stained with blood. The way her brown eyes looked into yours as you couldn’t control your quirk. As it took over your body and soul. Your mind forced to watch in horror as you consumed her.

You swallow the lump in your throat once. Twice. It won’t go away. It sits in your esophagus like a stone, weighing down your chest until you feel the tell tale sting of tears start in your eyes. God, can you go one minute without sobbing in front of this man?! He must think you’re an absolute lunatic at this point! You killed him, brought him back and sobbed until you passed out. And what do you do as soon as you wake up? Start sobbing again.

Dabi doesn’t leave. He doesn’t even bat an eye as you struggle to keep your sanity intact. His crystalline blue eyes watching intently as you reel your wild emotions back in. Keeping your face from leaking out the tears you know won’t ever stop.

You need to eat. Energy is an empty concept as you realize your quirk running rampant had used up anything you’d stored the last time. Weakness washes from every limb into your torso, a sickening light feeling making your bones feel brittle as hollow, burned wood. You shakily move to stand from your bed, using the chair Dabi’s in to steady yourself.

“Where are you going?” he asks as you stumble around him.

“To eat.” you murmur. “I need food before I pass out again.”

“It’s on the table.” he drawls and follows after you slowly.

Sure enough, sitting with some steam rolling off the plates is reheated fried rice. Dabi must have warmed up the leftovers for you. It’s a touching gesture you never considered he would go through for anyone else.

“You did this.. For me?” you breathe, brows furrowing.

“Sure.” Dabi shrugs and you watch as he rubs the back of his neck. “Totally wasn’t thinking about eating it before you started screaming.”

Ah. He didn’t do it for you then.

“You can have it though.” he offers. “I didn’t even touch it.”

Sitting is easier than walking. As you sit in the chair the plate is set before you give a quiet thank you to Dabi and start to scarf down the meal. It’d only been a few hours since you last ate but the drainage your quirk does when it takes over is monumental. It’s as if you haven’t eaten in weeks. Months, even.

“We need to talk.” you murmur after you feel like you’re not going to puke up your empty stomach. You meet Dabi’s eyes with as much strength as you can muster.

Dabi offers a small, lopsided smirk and takes the seat closest to you.

“Look at that,” he muses, “we agree on something.”

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Ichor Pt 4 (DabixReader)

Because I apparently don’t know when to stop writing, this one is a tad longer than the others, I think. Who knows?

TW: Blood (mentions, mostly) Swearing

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Part 3: X

Part 5: X

You’ve bitten off more than you can chew with this man. Why, of all people, did you have to save him? You’re regretting your kindness.

“This is it, right?” he glances down at your scar. “The wound you fed me from.”

You don’t answer.

“Answer me.” he bares his teeth, an animalistic gesture that strikes fear into your bones.

You nod. Tears are prickling at your eyes, threatening to spill over at any moment as he brings your wrist to his lips. His eyes never leave yours as he opens his mouth, maintaining eye contact as he swipes his tongue up the length of the scar.

You shiver at the sensation and squeeze your eyes shut, the tears falling as a result. You want to beg. You want to plead. For your life, for him to stop- for anything to get him to let you go. But your pride is wrought iron and cemented down into your heart. You will not bow before this man. You will not break.

“It doesn’t have to be blood but where’s the fun in getting it any other way?” he laughs darkly. “Or should we experiment, hm?”

You snarl.

“Ooh what a face! Crying your little heart out and still trying to kill me with a look!” he grabs a hold of your face with one hand, gripping your chin roughly.

“You hate me so vehemently right now, don’t you?” he coos mockingly. “You wish you could have left me to die, don’t you? But you made a mistake and let a big, bad monster into your home. And now? Now I’m going to make you remember you decided to do this, princess.”

He releases you- completely- and you tumble backward. Away from him. He laughs as you clutch your arm to your chest.

“Give me the goddamn blood packs.” he sighs and your brows furrow together. After all that he wanted to try it your way? After that fucking frightening speech? What was this? A joke?

He can read your face better than you know how to properly express it.

“Just wanted to remind you who’s in charge here, doll face.” he simpers and extends a hand toward your face. You flinch away from him. “Try not to hate me too much for it.”

You throw the blood packs down into his hand and stomp away from him. His laughter only makes you angrier as you grab your plate. You throw it into the sink and begin to wash the dishes as he sits back down to eat.

Or drink, you guess. Whatever.

You take your anger out on the dishes. Scrubbing away at each and every piece that was sullied. Imagining every stain and all the baked on residue is his face and you’re scrubbing it away into nothingness.

When the kitchen is clean, you’re still upset. You flip the clothes from the washer over to the dryer and slam the door shut. Once you’re sure it’s starting you stomp past Dabi- who’s lounging on the couch lazily flipping through the television channels.

He’s still in that goddamn towel. You know he has nothing else to wear but the idea of him having gone through that stupid speech just to be half naked sets your fury ablaze. Not that you want him to have clothes at your place like some distraught couple living separately. You really, really don’t want that. Anything but that.

But you’re kinder than you should be. Your mind whispers awful ideas about his life. As a villain, when is the last time he’d have clean clothes again? Did he have a home, a family? People who are worried about him? What if he looked so filthy was because he didn’t have anyone who cared enough about him to offer things like a shower or a drawer for clothes. The thought pulls at your heart strings and you cuss yourself out in your mind, hating what you’re going to do.

You shove yourself into a pair of jeans and throw on a clean t-shirt. You tug shoes on your feet and grab your wallet, not nothing telling Dabi where you’re going. You do tell him you’ll be back later, though. And not to leave.

“Wouldn’t dream of it.” he snorts from the couch.

You wish he would. He would just disappear from your life and you wouldn’t have to worry about him. Wouldn’t think of him alone on the streets with dirty clothes and having to fight even just for a place to sleep. You’re sure villains have some kind of underground network that offers them places to sleep but knowing villains it wouldn’t come free. There would be a price. There always is.

And the price of staying with you is significantly less.

You know you’re too nice, too kind, too empathic for this world where people will always take advantage of that. Dabi is one of those people but how can you turn him away? Certainly not after he knows your name and where you live. Calling a hero wouldn’t do anything but signify you had to leave as soon as you could. Who’s to say Dabi wouldn’t track you down, either? No one can truly protect you if you decided to eat him out.

Besides, you decided to do all of this.

It was your decision to take him to your home. Your decision to heal him, to try and help. Whether or not he’s grateful for that isn’t part of your choice. It’s not why you do these things for people- hero and villain alike. Titles mean nothing but responsibility. And you’ve had more than your share of that in your years.

As you scan through the rows of clothes hanging on racks, you can’t help but imagine what things Dabi would like. What would look best on him.

He doesn’t deserve your kindness but that doesn’t mean he deserves to look awful. Even if you are the one buying him clothes. It’s hard not to picture him wearing specific colors or styles. You know what would look good on him.

He’s handsome, in a strange way. It’s definitely tied to the confidence he carries himself with. The way he acts like he doesn’t care about anything or anyone else but himself. He must have been drop dead gorgeous before his burns and piercings- but as you try to picture it you find you might prefer the burns. Not that you’ll ever tell him that, if course. He carries them with a sense of honor, although you wonder if he’s faking it.

Asking what happened is out of the question. The man already threatened to kill you and here you were buying him clothes he won’t appreciate so he doesn’t have to bum around in more than the same stupid outfit or just a goddamn towel. Your entire paycheck is disappearing with every article of clothing you think will fit him. Besides, it’s not like you know how long he’s going to be there. His quirk disappearing is a situation you’ve never dealt with before.

It could be weeks or months, gods forbid. Another mouth to feed and clean and house. The thought of it exhausts your bank account more than you’ll ever fully realize. Sure, your job pays reasonably well and you've taken a couple courses in medical school but you were on a break from that right now. You could pick up more hours at work, of course. There’s bound to be someone who wants to work a little less. But what if someone tries to visit you when Dabi’s there? If he’s not quiet then it’ll only make him staying there more obvious.

You groan inwardly and glance down at your now filled cart. You’ve got more than enough for him to last for at least a week without having to do laundry. Although you were increasingly enraged when you flipped the laundry you were thankful you still checked the sizes he had been wearing. You could have guessed but at the end of the day you wouldn’t have been satisfied with that. And it’s not like you could drag him along with you to try things on. Even if you could, would he even bother coming along? You need to remind yourself this is Dabi you’re dealing with.

You know next to nothing about him save for what you can gather from news reports on him. You know his quirk is gone, too. Now you know what size clothing he wears- roughly. You forgot to look at his shoe size. Dammit.

His boots are still in the closet by the front door, thrown in there in your hurry to hide all evidence that you’re housing a villain. Well, sort of. It’s complicated.

Does he need socks? Was he even wearing any socks when you first dragged him to your house? Every memory you pull from that night not too long ago can’t show you his feet. How often are you even supposed to look at someone's feet? Are you supposed to look at their feet?

As you cash your items out and make your way back home, your anger burns into nothing but fumes. Rolling steam off of a warm spring. Barely even there.

Well, it was. Until you opened the door.

The sight of Dabi gorging himself on your favorite ice cream brings the rage back.

He turns his gaze to the door as you slam the door shut behind you and drop the bags in front of him. Licking at the spoon in his hand while balancing the carton of ice cream in the other, he flickers his gaze down curiously. The t.v continues on in the background. You watch for a couple of seconds and recognize it as some dark and edgy movie about vampires and werewolves that was made more than ten years ago. ‘Under’ something or whatever. You don’t really care as you focus your attention back on Dabi.

He’s sifting through the bags, having abandoned the ice cream carton now beside him. The spoon is still clamped between his lips as he leans down to pull out a shirt. He studies it for a solid minute before his brows furrow on his face, a slight twitch to them. When he finally tears his gaze from the garment and back to you, all you can think of is how wonderful it’ll be to live alone again.

“Are these for me?” he asks around the spoon in his mouth.

“No, they’re for the other dumbass villain I’m stuck with.” you scoff and stomp toward your room.

“Aw do you not like me in the towel, doll?” he calls down the hall with a laugh. “I can take it off, if you want.”

“You can shove it up your ass for all I care!” you snap back and slam your room door shut.

Of course he ate your ice cream. Of course.

But it’s okay. It’s fine. Everything is fine. One hundred and ninety nine percent fine. There’s absolutely no reason to be upset right now. It’s just ice cream. It’s just an ungrateful, unruly and disastrous asshole you’re stuck with who threatened to kill you not even four hours ago. That’s all.

You fall face first onto your bed, groaning loudly into your pillow. The memory of his threat is still fresh as sin on your mind. A reminder. He’s not just some idiot you have in your house. He’s an actual terrifying, cold blooded murder who’s hurt people for less. There isn’t anything about him that you shouldn’t fear.

If anything you’re the idiot for bringing him here.

It’s times like this you wish you had a different quirk or no quirk at all. It would have saved you from this situation, at least. Or maybe it isn’t your quirk that's the problem, it’s you. Tender hearted and kind. Empathic.

More like pathetic.

You sigh and turn your face over to stare at the empty wall beside your bed. You hanged lights there at some point in time but you never used them. Not when the overhead light is brighter and more useful. But looking at them now makes you miss the magic they bring when they’re on. There’s an untraceable emotion that bubbles through your veins as you look at the gleaming lights.

You shuffle to turn them on and stand to turn your overhead light off. You stare at the bright rainbow bulbs glittering around your bed and smile. It may be dumb or stupid or whatever but you like them. And that’s all that matters.

You wonder if Dabi drank the blood you gave him earlier. Would he have said anything if he noticed a difference? You hadn’t felt any tug on the thread that connects you two and there aren’t any new ones to mention. But you swear the pulsing light from it is brighter than before.

Should you have mentioned the pulsing light to him earlier? Not that it’s significant. But it’s certainly there. There’s no doubting it. Can he even see the thread connecting you two? Is it specific to you and your quirk? Or does it work on both ends?

You have so many questions but you know he won’t bother answering them. It’s not useful to him. The only thing he cares about is getting his quirk back. That’s the only reason he’s here. Once he gets it back he’ll be gone and out of your hair, regardless of the rarity this situation has. Having this kind of connection with someone with your quirk is complete unexplored territory. The breakthroughs you could have if he let you study it beyond just trying to get his quirk back would be phenomenal! Scientifically speaking this is completely foreign ground. Quirks like yours are unheard of.

Any form of healing is beyond the norm. Using your own body for it? Even more so. Some have had similar types of quirks- like Recovery Girl. But her quirk focuses on what the patient's body can handle. Your quirk has no such focus. No boundaries as far as you know. Limitless and unknown, a mystery waiting to be solved. It burns you not to know every second of every moment that he’s feeling or going through right now. To be able to document the information would be exhilarating.

If only he cared enough to let you. If it were anyone else but him, you would ask. But you’ve provoked that bear one too many times today and it’s best if you stay out of his way for the foreseeable future.

Except he won’t let you. As you hear your door open you turn to glare at Dabi. He’s still in that goddamn towel. At least he has the decency not to bring your ice cream here to eat it in front of you. What he is holding, however, isn’t easily seen through the low light in the room. The rainbow sheen across him is almost laughable but you’re too angry to even crack a smile.

You blink at him before turning your gaze back to the lights, trying to keep a hold on the good mood they provide. Maybe if you focus on the colors it’ll settle your nerves enough for you to speak without screaming at Dabi.

Maybe.

You hear the footsteps of Dabi walking toward your bedside but you don’t turn toward him. You keep your gaze on the lights, trying to lose yourself in the flashing hues. Ignoring him seems to be the only way to keep your calm.

“You stormed off so quickly I didn’t even get the chance to tell you about your delicious little vampire snack packs.” he muses with a little too much amusement. You’re not taking the bait.

“If I didn’t know any better I’d guess you don’t want to talk to me.” he tries again and waltzes over to your desk, pulling the chair out and turning it around.

You see him straddle it out of the corner of your eye. It’s a casual movement- or it would be if he was in anything else but a stupid, useless, indecent towel. You pointedly ignore him even as he rests his chin against the back of the chair and looks down at you.

His quiet laugh is the only noise that lets you know he’s staring at you intently. Beyond the feeling of holes burning into your face from his cerulean eyes. He takes a deep breath and sighs loudly.

“The blood didn’t do anything important on this end.” he announces. “In case you were wondering.”

You don’t answer.

“Tasted a bit weird, if I’m being honest. But let’s be real here, would you be able to tell if I wasn’t?”

You blink.

“Jokes aside, though.” he sighs, “Anything different on your end for your quirk?”

“Are you honestly trying to talk to me about this right now?” you snap and sit up. “Take the hint and leave.”

“No.” he shrugs. “I’m not trying to talk to you about this. I am talking to you about this. I want my quirk back.”

Your heart is fluttering in your chest with fear and rage. You want to hurt him. You want to scream and run and fight and burn the world to the ground. Starting with him. You can feel your skin ignite with heat and you bite the inside of your cheek to keep from grinding your teeth.

“No changes, asshat.” you growl and flop back down on your bed. “Now buzz off. I have work tomorrow.”

To your surprise, he listens. Mostly.

He leaves the chair beside your bed and the door open but he does leave.

“Asshole.” you breathe and slam your door shut.

Work is as boring as ever. Schedule where blood goes, filter and document the various tests asked of you. File paperwork. Sit at the front desk. Wait for an order. Wash, rinse, repeat. It’s easy. You used to be able to do your homework while you worked but now that you’ve taken a break from school you’re left with nothing to occupy the free time you find yourself having. So you focus on the thread connecting you to Dabi. You try and send things through it, treating it like a sort of bond. Maybe if you willed his quirk back it would go away. Maybe he would go away.

He didn’t even wake up when you left this morning. You left a note on the coffee table for him. You had been tempted to staple it to his stupid forehead but the lack of a staple that would hurt enough to stick it to him stopped that idea. Unfortunately.

All the research in the world wouldn’t be able to help you, either. You tried to research what happened when people lost their quirks, if it was even something anyone documented. There were a few stories of it disappearing in families only to pop up generations later. Even fewer with those who claimed to have lost their quirk. Most of the causes were bodily harm. Specific quirks that required a part of the body to work being destroyed. Nothing like the situation you had.

Still. It brings Dabi’s words back to your mind. Maybe the blood from the bags didn’t work because they weren’t directly from you. Sure, in a way they are but not the way he got your blood to begin with. He might be onto something with needing the same process to set things back to how they should be. Are you going to tell him that, though?

No.

You’ll never admit you agree with him. Not after yesterday.

You sigh and glance back at your wrist, the scar throbbing in response as if it’s acknowledging you. As if it knows. Would it be worth it to let him drink directly from you?

You could try something else. Giving him a piece of your hair or an eyelash or something. Your spit might work- but there was no way you were going to get him to agree to that. Sure, you produce other secretions but the thought of any of them making contact with another human’s digestive system is sickening. Then again, it’s pretty weird your blood is what helps others the best. You’re a vampire's dream come true.

Could Dabi have turned into a very specific vampire? Maybe he got a vampire quirk in place of his fire one? You turn back to your computer and start typing away at it, documenting the various kinds of vampires and the details you know from your bond with Dabi. Through blood, anything is pretty much possible one way or another.

After twenty minutes you know it’s a ridiculous theory but you can’t bear to delete the document from your computer. Crazy as it might sound there are types of vampirism quirks out there. Somewhere.

There has to be. But how would your quirk replace his? Is there any other way to go about such a thing? Or a way to reverse it?

Your head hurts as you try and stop thinking about it. Thank goodness work is over with. Finally it’s time to be released from the windowless office and go home back to the reason for your headache.

It’s windy and cold as you step out onto the street. The unpredictable autumn weather draws you to tuck your chin to your chest. You should have brought a warmer coat. The only sound is the shuffle of your feet and the sweeping wind playing among the litter and leaves of the street.

Too bad it gets so dark so early. You’d like to enjoy some time in the sun before you shut yourself in for the night. But every moment you’re not home is another minute Dabi gets to snoop around your room. Who knows what he’s looking at now?

You decide to buy a new doorknob for your room. With a lock. Making a note to stop by sometime tomorrow you pass by the store.

Sure you could rush home now but if you have Dabi more time tomorrow to snoop than you’d only regret it later. Turning back toward the department store you sigh. A few moments today save you the trouble for tomorrow.

It's only when you exit the store that you notice the couple waiting outside. You’re not sure if they were there beforehand but as you watch them watching you now your gut tells you they must have been. But why?

The woman- who looks barely older than seventeen- has blonde hair tied into two messy buns at the side of her head. Her golden eyes are locked on you, a blush on her face from the cold wind. She waves you over excitedly and you pause.

You have no idea who she is. And the man next to her with the mutant lizard quirk, doesn’t look like anyone you know either. He casts a weary glance at his female counterpart and rolls his eyes before looking away. His purple hair is whipping in the harsh wind and now that you examine him you recognize you have seen these people before.

They’re from the League of Villains.

Spinner and Toga, if you remembered correctly. They had almost been apprehended by AllMight when he fought that weird villain with the black helmet and lack of a face.

Chills that aren’t from the wind run down your spine and you take a step backward. Why were they here now? Did they know about Dabi and where he is? Had he contacted them?

Toga giggles at your retreat and you groan inwardly. Of course he would use these punks to threaten you. Just a reminder of who it is exactly waiting for you at your house.

You turn from them and start walking home, knowing it’s useless to argue or run. The following footsteps that echo your own solidifies your suspicions.

With a great amount of dread in your heart you lead them to where you live, knowing that your life of normalcy and staying hidden is no longer obtainable.

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Ichor Pt10 (DabixReader)

A/N: Prepare for some angst-y fluff!! I was a little in my feels for this one. I really like doing these sort of exploratory chapters with characters who are normally emotionally withdrawn. It’s like a study of human emotion with them- and ooooooooooh boy do I have a thing for emotion. A-Anyways, I hope you enjoy! I’m sorry if this makes him see OOC but I wrote him how I would see him being when he’s that connected to someone? I know its not what everyone else follows through with for him but it’s a different spin.

Warnings: Swearing. Emotions

Tag list is at the bottom!

Part 9: X

Part 11: X

You’re in the shower when Dabi returns. You hear the front door open and close, footsteps walking to the open bathroom door and stepping inside.

“I told you to lock your fucking door.” he grumbles and you laugh from behind the shower curtain.

“How else would you have gotten in?” you ask, your nerves surging at the idea of him being only a few feet away.

You can’t help your good mood when he’s around. It’s like the sun breaking through clouds- like the moon lighting up the entire night.

He doesn’t answer and you bite your bottom lip. Should you invite him in to shower? You were almost done but you could help him...If he wanted you to, that is.

“How did your ‘appearance’ go?” you ask instead and the shuffling of movement is barely heard over the running water around you but you catch the soft plink of metal on the floor. You peek around the curtain to see Dabi tugging his boots off, resting against the counter- and bleeding from several wounds.

“Oh my god! Dabi, you’re bleeding!!” you gasp, forgetting your shower and turning it off. You step out of the tub and wrap a towel around yourself quickly, taking the steps toward him rapidly. He glances up at you with a slightly bored expression, his cuts and bruises on his body magnified in the crisp bathroom light.

“Yeah?” he raises a brow and you roll your eyes. “And?”

“You’re hurt.” you frown. Dabi just shrugs.

“It’ll heal.”

“It’ll heal?! You’re insane!” you hiss and grab the first aid kit from the medicine cabinet behind him.

He runs his hands up your sides, eyes tracing the outline of your body as you reach past him. He makes a quiet noise, leaning into you, forehead resting on your shoulder.

“D...Dabi?” you try to pull away but his arms wind around you, barely holding up their own weight.

“Just….Gimme a sec.” he murmurs quietly.

You obey and stay standing in his embrace, running your hand down his back in soothing strokes.

What happened…? Is he alright? Did he lose too much blood? He’s still warm although you can’t be too sure of the temperature change. He’s always warm.

An idea pops into your head but you don’t like it. You know he won’t like it, either. But what other option do you have? He’s hurt and you have a quirk that can fix that in no time.

Still.. Should you use the blood in your fridge? It’s not always the most appetizing solution but it’s a quick way to get it in. Or you could just kiss him.

You fidget with the folds of his jacket's collar and he takes a deep breath. You peek beyond his coat and ghost your fingertips over the back of his neck, just barely dipping into his hairline. He rolls his head to the side to glance up at you, his beautiful crystalline eyes clearer than you’ve ever seen them.

“Did you really keep the door unlocked for me?” he breathes, his voice barely a whisper.

You nod with a small smile, running your hand through his hair and down to his back.

“Of course I did.”

“What if I didn’t come back?”

You frown, furrowing your brows as you try to decipher his words from his face. He reveals nothing, his natural bored mask too perfect to see cracks.

“I’d just find you.” you shrug and coax him to stand and sit on the toilet seat. You succeed and help peel his jacket and shirt off- where the worst wounds are.

You don’t know how he’s still standing when you get a look at the extent of damage done but it doesn’t matter. You’re here to heal him now. Tugging the towel tighter around you so it’ll stay when you kneel, you open the first aid kit and get to work. Cleaning the wounds- which makes Dabi hiss with every touch- is the easiest part.

“Why?” Dabi asks through clenched teeth and you ‘tsk’ at him.

“So they won’t get infected.” and so you can use your quirk as an excuse rather than the only solution.

“No.” Dabi sighs and grabs your wrist gently, bringing your attention to his face. “Why would you come after me?”

“I-“ you search his eyes. He’s completely serious.

Is he really asking you this now, of all times? Why would you go after him, anyways? Because of the bond through your quirk? It’s not like that’s the only thing that you like to keep him around for. He’s.. entertaining. But saying that wouldn’t really be the right thing to say right now, would it?

What does he want? An outright confession? You take a deep breath and try to calm yourself. If you tried you could probably tell him- and looking at him now you can see that he needs the truth more than anything. He’s fragile in a way you’ve only seen people who are completely lost are. Souls with inner turmoil that’s spilling out into their lives as their point of view changes drastically. Well, that or their lives. It’s the beginning of a storm of change and if your instincts are correct, Dabi is wholly unprepared for it.

Is anyone ever ready for change?

“Because...Because I don’t want you to be left out there.”

“I can return to the league.” he counters and you curl your toes into the plush rug beneath you.

Fine. If he’s really going to make you say it...

“I...I like you, Dabi.” you swallow and try not to squirm under his gaze.

“Did you like me when you first met me?”

When you first met...? What? He isn’t looking for your confession? What kind of conversation is he after, then? His questions are rapid and from the way his eyes move to the pace of his breath- anxiety is seeping into the air between the two of you. He’s barely holding breath in although you thought it was the pain at first. But looking at him now?

He’s struggling.

And it’s putting you on edge.

“You weren’t conscious when we first met, technically.” you chuckle, trying to make him laugh. To lighten the mood.

“Exactly. So why save me? You had no idea who I was- who I am.”

“Dabi, is this really the time to-“

“I want to know why.” he says firmly. “Why save me? Why bring me back?”

The only words you have are the truth. Although you know it won’t satiate his need for whatever answer he’s looking for, it’s all you have to give him. The only solace to offer. What if it’s not enough..?

“Because a life is always worth living. Worth bringing back. I saw you there- and I couldn’t let you die.”

“Why?”

“What’s with you?“ you search his eyes, brows furrowing together. “Why does it matter?”

“I just need something to make sense!” he snaps, breathing heavily now. “I need to understand why..”

He takes your silence as a cue to continue.

“I’ve been thinking it over and I don’t understand. Why save someone you don’t even know? Why bother with it all? It doesn’t make sense. Christ...None of this makes sense to me.” he sighs heavily.

“I’ve been able to walk out of every life I’ve come across until I met you. Every. Last. One. I tried to leave but I couldn’t. It was like you wouldn’t let me… Your voice haunts my head and I can feel your breath against my neck- your hands running over my body. Every time I tried to leave- it just got worse… I thought if I kept going that I would be able to just forget...But I can’t do that either.”

He sighs and drops your wrist. You’re frozen in place, body running colder as his words sink in.

He was trying to leave. He didn’t want to come back.

The hurt in your stomach is beyond any wound you’ve ever had. And you’ve broken bones. But the pang in your heart at the thought of Dabi trying so desperately to leave almost takes the air from your lungs. Almost.

“I don’t know what to do.” he murmurs. “I wanted to be able to walk away. To forget. But every time I tried I couldn’t. And now… Now I...” he fights for words, hands grasping at the empty air in front of him.

He drags in a ragged breath, wincing in pain with his hand hovering over one wound on his chest.

“Dammit.” he hisses and you frown, hands immediately going to his face to guide his gaze up to yours.

“You can leave, if you want.” you say quietly. “After you’re healed, I mean.”

You press a soft kiss to his forehead, cycling your lips to his cheeks, brushing a soft peck beneath his eyes.

“I- [Name], no. That’s not what I’m trying to do-” he starts but you just smile sadly and pull away from his face. You set the first aid supplies aside and try to move away from him but his hands are quick to catch you.

“It’s okay,” you mumble. You’re failing to hide the beginning waves of tears starting to flood your eyes. Your vision blurs as you attempt to turn from him. “I won’t stop you.”

“Goddammit I knew I shouldn’t have said anything.” Dabi grumbles and his grip on your wrists tightens, tugging you back to face him. “Listen, that’s not what I’m trying to say.”

You can’t meet his eyes. You can’t even look at his face. Eyes glued to the floor, your skin balmy and clammy in the chill of the bathroom. The only warmth is from his hands encasing each of your wrists, keeping you in place as his grip becomes more desperate.

“Please look at me.” he whispers, his voice a ghost of his normal bertone. It’s painfully soft, words nothing more than a gentle breath of air as they reach you. They seep through the growing pain in your chest and you feel your body trembling. His hands are sliding up your forearms to your elbows and biceps before they settle on your shoulders.

Encasing you in his arms and struggling to stand, he leans on you a bit more than you’re used to but your feet are firmly planted on the floor. Your form holds both of you up but he’s falling to his knees, hands sliding back down to yours as he brings them to his lips.

“Please, please look at me, baby doll.” he coos and you swallow the rising lump in the back of your throat, your stomach threatening to spill its contents.

His words are silk and honey to your ears, coaxing your gaze to his. You blink through the blurry tears that start to drop down your cheeks, barely feeling your own heartbeat. His blue eyes are splintering into a thousand different facets, gorgeous diamonds glittering with the raw feeling of pent up emotions spilling over.

You don’t need the bond between the two of you to know that he’s not hiding right now. There isn’t a fraction of his previous mask- the bored look on his face and tone in his voice are only memories as you look at him now. The genuine fear and pain that ripple through his features reflects your own inner feelings. Tearing apart from inside out, unspun threads that had been locked away for so long finally spilling out.

His lips kiss each of your knuckles slowly, eyes never leaving yours as your vision clears. Breath hitches in your throat and he offers a small smile you almost miss as he starts to whisper nonsense into your palms. He turns your hands over, tucking his cheek into your grasp. Leaning into your embrace.

His face is warm and in the pale parts of his skin you can see there’s a red flush starting to bloom. His eyes turn into molten carribean seas, tumultuous and stormy as he pulls in a shaky breath.

“I don’t want to leave you.” he says quietly. “I’m not leaving. I promise. Just let me explain, alright?”

You give a weak nod and he breathes a sigh of relief. Pressing a kiss to your wrist, his lips climbing up the plain of your arms, his skin barely grazing over yours. It still sends shivers through you as he leans his forehead against the underside of your wrist.

“I’ve never felt this… connected to someone before. And I can’t leave that behind. I can’t forget you.” he breathes softly, his words energized but withheld. Sorting through the storm of thoughts waiting within his skin. “I’m slowly learning to accept the fact I can’t. I won’t. But it’s terrifying.”

His last word is barely audible as he shudders, hands gripping your arms tighter. He closes his eyes and breathes for a second, taking in your scent slowly as he calms his shaky breathing.

“It’s gonna’ take a bit to process. But I promise, baby girl, I promise you.” he opens his eyes and turns his gaze back to yours. “I’m not going anywhere.”

It’s a couple of seconds before you can remember how to speak. Seeing him so bare and exposed before you- willingly showing you the shaking center of his heart- it’s an experience beyond the words you’ve learned to explain. A sensation that can only be compared to what it must be like to fly. Terrifyingly new and foreign, heart racing in your chest as you glance into his very soul. Dark and light, good and bad. Equal parts broken and forged and aimless. It’s a mirror as much as it is an illusion to your own searching. High above the world so far down below you, on the cusp of clouds and crest of the stratosphere, holding onto him for dear life as he keeps you anchored with his touch.

“..Okay.” you breathe, finally. Swallowing the remainder of pain and hurt and letting it melt away slowly, you nod more fervently. “Okay...I’m not going anywhere, either..”

“Thank you.” he murmurs, his words achingly soft. His lips brush against your fingertips. “Just bare with me, baby. We can do this.”

We.

Like light bursting through the clouds of a storm, the one word is sunlight after years of darkness. Stars in an endless sky. The first few strokes of sun on a new dawn. It’s magic in bones and heart, beating through your blood and your bond to the man on his knees before you.

“..Dabi?” you whisper and he slowly meets your gaze, a soft smile on his lips.

“Hm?”

“Can you stop bleeding on my bathroom floor first, though?”

He laughs. A genuine, legitimate laugh that shakes his shoulders. Eyelids squeezing shut over his gaze, lips parting to release the joyous sound into the air. It’s music to your ears, life to your veins. It’s beautiful.

Just like him.

You kneel in front of him, your mouth finding his before he can manage to say something to ruin the moment. You activate your quirk on purpose- to heal his wounds but you will admit you might have lost a touch of control as soon as he began kissing you back. The smoky, earthy taste of him is intoxicating. Whisky and bourbon, smoke and embers flickering from his tongue. Piercings and warmth- everything he is mixes with you.

Dabi showers after he’s fully healed- although he does try to convince you to finish your shower with him. You decline in favor of making him something to eat, after catching a glimpse of his rib cage poking through his chest. He pouts for a moment but ends up letting you go cook, keeping the door open after you step out of the bathroom.

Time. This thing between the two of you would take time, that’s for sure. It’s still so fragile and this new level is uncharted territory for both of you. Willingly depending and needing someone else, taking the step towards them instead of away. Letting yourself be vulnerable with someone else. Beyond what the bond does with its own magic- this is a choice. This is a decision to open up the organic pathway to someone else's soul.

When Dabi pads out of the bathroom wrapped in only a towel, you’re dishing out a plate for him and yourself. You made a simple dish of chicken and vegetables- with a side of creamy mashed potatoes to really stick to his ribs. He needs protein and carbs- to gain the proper weight he should have at his age.

How old is he, anyways? He looks about your age- young to mid twenties. So it doesn’t really matter. He’s not ancient or middle aged, at least. More of an overgrown child than anything- which makes you laugh.

His arms wind around your waist as you start to laugh, his lips pecking your cheek.

“Wha’so funny?” he murmurs, grabbing a carrot from one plate and popping it in his mouth.

“Nothing.” you shake your head and hold a plate for him to grab. “I was just thinking… Lively was introducing me to her boyfriends single friends.”

Dabi’s grip tightens around you at the mention of it, his eyes getting a shade or two darker as he glances away from you.

“Oh?” he says quietly, eyes trained away from your face. “Why is that funny?”

“..Because I would never date one of them?” you snort and nudge your way out of his grasp to sit at the dining table.

“Why not? Pro hero’s make a lot of money.” he counters but you can hear the disdain in his voice.

“Sure but I like the more broody, edgy kind of guy.”

“Edgy? Broody?” he quirks a brow. “Is that really what you think of me?”

“Volatile? Capricious?” you tease.

“I’ll show you capricious.” he growls playfully, hand snaking down to your behind as you fall to your chair and giving your backside a good squeeze.

You laugh and shake your head, watching as Dabi sits to your left. He’s still slightly damp from his shower but it’s a close reminder to the last time you had dined with him in only a towel.

“Honestly, though,” you start, stabbing a piece of chicken with your fork. “Heroes aren’t my type. And I can’t picture myself with anyone but… you.”

You avoid his gaze.

“However,” you cough and continue, “I didn’t know what to tell her. I can’t say I’m seeing someone without her invading my life to know who it is. And considering who she’s dating, her seeing you isn’t a good idea.”

“Eraserhead, right?” Dabi snarls and you wince with a nod. “I’ve had a run in with him before.”

“What a dumb name.” you comment offhandedly.

Dabi hums in agreement and you two eat in silence until he stops and stares at you.

“What? Is there something on my face?” you reach to touch your cheek but he shakes his head.

“No.”

“Then what?” you blink.

He stares at you for a second longer before sighing.

“Speaking of names… Mine’s Toya.”

A second of silence passes before you realize he just told you his name. You blink once. Twice.

“T-Toya?” you whisper softly and he nods. That same pink hue reaches his cheeks.

“Do you prefer Dabi?” you whisper and he sighs, a struggle showcasing on his face as he glances away.

“I don’t know. It’s complicated.”

“You don’t have to tell me.” you assure. “I’ll just continue to call you Dabi.”

“It’s fine.” he meets your gaze. “I want… I just wanted you to know. But I haven’t told anyone else in a long while. It’s.. been a bit since I’ve heard someone call me by my name.”

Your heart breaks at the painful whisper his voice is reduced to. Whatever past he has is full of the pain- and his name is only the tip of it. Toya.

Toya.

His hand resting on the table near you turns into a clenched fist and you gently place your own over it, reassuring with gentle strokes of the back of his hand with your thumb. He relaxes a bit and you bring his hand to your lips, planting a chaste kiss to each of his knuckles.

“It’s nice to meet you, Toya.” you whisper and see him shiver at the sound of it.

There’s pain laced with it but you can still see the relief rolling through him. The power of a name, the manifestation of one’s destiny and purpose- a name is incredibly powerful. And to have your name almost never spoken, never known by anyone but yourself- the thought chills you to your core.

What a lonely life. Although it’s one he won’t be living anymore.

Not when you’re right beside him. Every moment, every day. Every dawn and sunset, every breath and blink- you’ll be right here.

“We can do this.” you assure and he cracks a small smile.

“Yeah.” he nods, his adam’s apple bobbing as he swallows. “I’ll have to teach you how to actually cook first, though.”

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