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The Tomb (Dabi x f!Reader) Part 1

A/N: So i watched a documentary on ancient Egypt and this happened. I’d love feedback, as I haven’t really posted any fanfics before. Please let me know what you think! This part doesn’t really have any NSFW, but does mention nudity, but other parts will be NSFW.

WARNINGS: contains brief mention of nudity.

You wandered through the tomb, alone and determined. Night had fallen, but your time left here was short. Soon the grant would end, and your funding would be stopped unless you and your team found something soon.

You needed to make a discovery here, and fast. Everyone else had went home to recover from the long day of work, but you were still giddy and restless.

A week prior, your team had discovered the entrance of the tomb. Cheers of joy had erupted from everyone, hoping whatever was inside would be enough for the government to give you just a bit more time and money. A bit longer to work.

You were an archeologist, a decent one too. You had made your share of finds, some small and some bigger, but it didn’t matter to you. The thrill of being the first person to touch something, sometimes after thousands of years, was always worth it. Even if your name was never known, the smallest of finds still spurred you on. It was the history, the knowledge. Like a puzzle where you got to find and place all of the pieces, trying to decipher the past.

That was why you were exploring by yourself at 3 in the morning. One hand held your flashlight, the other gently traced along the sandstone walls. Some areas needed cleaned, dirt and sand piled in over the years, making text and images harder to see.

This tomb was different, you noted. The layout was much larger than what you had come across before. At the entrance, the tomb opened to what looked like a hall. The walls decorated with text, sculptures and scenes.

You could tell a lot about someone from their tomb. The text and images often explained a bit about them, once translated. The statues were so the Gods could recognize who’s tomb it was, so there was no mistake in the afterlife. Sometimes it could reflect an ego as well, if there were many. The scenes are what they would take with them into the afterlife.

This tomb had only one name mentioned. It was carved into every wall countless times. There was only one image, one man, shown. That was the first strange thing you had noted. Normally, family was mentioned and depicted, but this tomb was only him. You were lead to believe that he was alone with no family, which was a bit uncommon, but not unheard of.

The other strange thing is normally tombs were for people who were very great, people to be remembered. A tomb was a lot of effort, and given to those with power, money, or who were found deserving or worthy of a great afterlife. Yet in this tomb, the depictions and what you had translated led you to have more questions than answers.

Who was Dabi?

It mentions him cast aside while young, hurt and sad. His family is not mentioned by name nor shown in images, but you assume they must have played a hand in it.

It leads to him, growing older and becoming powerful. He is feared, but he is not respected. There is some type of group mentioned that he was apart of. A league. They wanted to change society, to walk with the Gods, and to get revenge.

There were a few statues of him carved along the walls. You had stared at them, tracing his features into your mind over and over, hoping to burn an imprint so that they may last forever.

There was only one chamber in the tomb. Usually, there were a few. They were used for family burials, sometimes offerings of what they can take to the afterlife with them. But this tomb only has one. Your team had dug it out during the week, clearing to the bottom, and you had found that it hollowed into another room. The ladder had been left in place, so you had taken tools and climbed down. Now you were exploring the chamber below.

You were the first to enter after probably four thousand years. You saw depictions of gods, the God of Fire, the God of War, and the God of Revenge. From what you could see, Dabi was a man who was bitter, so the question still plagued you...why give him a tomb?

As you walked, you noticed inscriptions talking about beasts of men. Of Godly power and destruction. Of hatred and evil.

The walls had squares carved into them, like a false window, the ledges decorated with images and text you couldn’t quite make out.

You brought your brush and tried to clear it, but the language was unfamiliar. This area was different than the rest of the tomb. Even the energy inside felt suffocating and dark.

You took a sip of water and went deeper.

At the back of the chamber, was a sculpture, a false door. It allowed the dead to go between the afterlife and their tomb, a portal between worlds.

Scenes were depicted around the false door,

The only thing written that you could translate was “I will be amongst the judges.”

The ancients believed that when you past, you would be judged. Your heart would be weighed, and it would decide your fate in the afterlife. If it was balanced, the gods would grant you an enjoyable afterlife. If not, you could be fed to a demon or thrown into a lake of fire.

To place himself with the judges means he has a hand in deciding his fate.

You took note of his statue in the false door. You could tell it was the same man, the features were the same, but it was different. You couldn’t tell what covered him, but there were perhaps bindings around his arms and legs, and on his face as well.

You studied it for a moment before you heard the sounds of movement behind you. You turned quickly, looked back through the tomb, seeing nothing.

Your heart raced and the air felt hotter. Your flashlight danced around the chamber until you were sure there was nothing, and then you turned back to the statue.

The same markings were around it that were on the cut outs in the wall. Your brow furrowed in frustration as your fingers trailed across them.

“Just who are you?” You questioned aloud.

“Dabi.” A deep whisper came from behind. You gasp and turned quickly, seeing nothing at the end of your flashlight, but convinced you could see movement in the shadows surrounding. You took a few steps forward.

“Hello?” You called out, hoping someone from your team had just come to check on you, perhaps playing a joke.

Your voice echoed, but no answer came. Your breath came out heavy, worry brewing in your stomach. Churning. The feeling of needing to leave was growing, as were your fears. You could feel that you were not supposed to be here. You took another step, but heard the movement again, directly behind you.

You turned quickly and froze. The figure was watching you. He stood, back against the wall, right in front of the false door. You took a few steps back, your flashlight moving toward him when his voice came out harsh.

“Don’t.”

You held still. In the dim light, you could see him still. Ink black hair, pale skin that met purple scars. His ears were decorated with piercing as was his nose. He wore a white knee-length linen kilt, that was pleated and belted. It was decorated with gold thread, and a bit of bead work.

He wore chunky gold jewelry that had lapis lazuli and turquoise within it, a necklace, cuff bracelets on his wrists and ankles. His upper arm help a gold band around it. His bare feet held firm on the ground below.

“Who are you?” You asked, your voice cracking.

“You already know that.” He smirked, his blue eyes still vibrant even in the dim light.

“Dabi.” You said, feeling a shudder run through you.

He grinned and took a step toward you, and though you wanted to step back, you were frozen in place by fear.

He stopped directly in front of you, toe to toe. He stared down at you, amusement reflecting in his eyes.

“It’s rude to enter ones tomb without an offering.” He said, his voice holding a slight rasp. His hand lifted to your neck, and your blood ran cold as you felt his hand on your skin.

“This will do.” He said with a sneer as he ripped the chain from your neck. You gasped as your hand flew to your throat, your eyes wide with fear.

“Why have you come?” He asked a few moments later when you remained frozen and silent.

“To...to learn.” You whispered.

“Learn?” He questioned, leering at you.

“To understand. To learn about you. Your tomb has been buried, we found it.” You whispered again.

“Is that so.” He said, his voice low as his hand reached out again. You flinched as it cupped you’re cheek, his fingers gently rubbing across your skin.

“What do you want to know?” He asked, his eyes meeting your gaze and holding them there.

“Everything.” You breathed out. You were frightened and overwhelmed, unsure if maybe you had hit your head on the way down, but even if this might be a dream, you wanted to know more. The quest for knowledge had lead you this far, and he hadn’t killed you yet, so you supposed it wouldn’t hurt to try and get more information. Who better to get it from than the spirit the tomb belongs to.

“Fine. But not here. You will follow me.” He said, and turned back to the wall. He held his hand out to you, and you felt compelled to take it. He pulled you behind him, leading you closer to the false door.

“Wait! I can’t go through, that’s your portal. The living cannot go between worlds.” You said, tugging back on your hand, though his grip didn’t loosen. He pulled you forward once more, through the portal.

Once on the other side, he glanced at you with a grin.

“Someone owed me a favor.” Was his only explanation.

You took in your surroundings. You were in the tomb still, everything looked the same.

“Did we really pass through?” You wondered.

“We did. Come on.” He said and began to walk forward. You followed, not wanting to get left behind, and you were sure that the portal would not allow you through without him.

He led you up and out of the tomb, and finally it sunk in that you were not in your world anymore.

Looking out, where you had always saw desert and some excavation sites, there were buildings and tombs lining, not yet touched by time. Where highways had met city, now there was just trees and sand.

“Get on.” Dabi’s voice called behind you, and you found him atop a camel. He pulled you up onto his lap and you began your journey.

Eventually, you found yourself at a wall, near the entrance to the city. Dabi hopped down and helped you off, then guided you into the city.

People stared at you in awe, but then shrunk back at Dabi’s gaze. Fear in their eyes, you noted, and wondered just what he had done.

You passed markets and shops, homes with families and children playing in the streets.

Everyone was dressed in linen cloths and dresses, it was like you had walked onto a movie set. All of the structures that would be gone when you returned home, standing before you in all of their glory.

You made it to a house, made of mud brick and papyrus, and a limestone gate way. The door to the house was pushed aside and Dabi let you step in first.

It was small, and fairly empty. Two rooms that you could see, the first you had just entered was a living room of sorts. A small wooden table with reed mats and pillows around it. The other a bedroom with a mattress on the floor and woven baskets holding Dabi’s possessions. Small windows were cut out and covered by reed mats. There was a bit of pottery here and there as well.

There was another doorway covered by a hanging reed mat, much like the front of the house, and you assumed it led to the outdoor kitchen area.

There were stairs, one set leading down to the bottom level where crops were usually kept, the other leading up to the roof.

There was incense burning, giving a nice smell to the home. Dabi took a seat at the small table and you walked over and sat across from him.

You were a bit shocked, honestly. Dabi’s tomb was so large, his clothing decorated so nicely that you had been sure he must have been royalty or some higher ranking official. Yet, his home was common. He had more than average, more than the poorest for this time, but he did not have a lot. However, you bit your tongue. The inscriptions of his power and destruction told you it wouldn’t be wise to insult him, and you figured you would get your answers soon.

Dabi leaned against his hand, elbow resting against the table, as he stared at you. You blinked at him and gave a nervous smile and waited for him to speak.

“So you want to know everything about me.” He sighed, his eyes searching yours. You nodded, the small smile never leading your face.

“Please.” You answered back. He grinned.

“Alright, ill tell you whatever you want to know...for a price.”

Your smile faltered, and you felt the same tension as you had felt in the tomb.

“What do you want?” You asked wearily.

“I will ask you for two things. One now, and the other before I return you to the world of the living. If you agree to the first, I’ll tell you anything you want to know. But once I tell you, you must do the second thing I ask.” His eyes held a look of mischief.

You swallowed thickly, weighing your options in your mind.

“What is the first thing?” You asked cautiously.

“You’ll stay here with me for two weeks.” He said.

“I can’t! We don’t have much time left, if I don’t get back by the morning, they won’t continue the dig. My men need this, otherwise they will be out of work.” You plead.

“Don’t worry, doll. Time here is...different. When you go back, it will be as if no time has past at all. Time only ticks forward when you are inside the tomb, since that is where it connects to your world.” He said leaning forward.

“What would you have me do while I was here?” You asked, biting your lip.

“I was thinking, I wouldn’t mind getting some information from you, too. You’ll have plenty of time to ask anything you want, I’ll take you into the city and let you explore even. Plus, the afterlife can be lonely, I wouldn’t mind the company.” He winked and you felt your face flush.

“Well, I don’t know about that last part,” you started with a mumble, “but I suppose, I can agree to that...but I want to know the nature of the second request.” You asked, looking at him sternly.

He lifted his hands in defeat,

“It’s not much, in fact, I just want you to find something for me and bring it back to the tomb once you’re back in your world.” He said with a shrug.

You thought it over, this was a gift, really. You have spent your life looking at the past, trying to figure it out, and now you could live it for a few weeks. See things first hand and hear the stories told from the spirits themselves.

“Okay. I’ll do it.” You said with a nod. Dabi grinned, in a way that made your skin crawl, and you wondered if you had made the wrong choice.

“Perfect. Tell you what, we’ll start with your questions over dinner. How about that?” He asked, and you gave a smile and nodded your approval.

“By the way,” he asked, “what is your name?”

“(Y/N)” you answered.

“Alright, (Y/N), just give me a few minutes. I need to grab something. In the meantime, make yourself at home.” He said as he stood and left through the front door.

You waited, but after ten minutes had passed, you stood and went to snoop through his bedroom. Woven baskets lined the walls of the room, filled with clothing and bindings, thin blankets, trinkets and some jewelry (though nowhere near as extravagant as what he wore).

You pulled off your jacket and placed it inside of an empty basket, along with your socks and shoes. You let down your hair that had been pulled up into a ponytail, and leaned back on the mattress. To say it was comfortable would be a lie, and you found yourself missing your bed back home.

The heat of the room lulled you to sleep.

You were pulled from your dreams at the feeling of a warm hand caressing your side. Fingers trailed across the skin of your stomach and up to your ribs, pulling the material of your shirt higher as they danced across you.

You sighed, content, as your eyes slowly fluttered open. Then you jumped up as you saw Dabi kneeling beside you, eyes focused on your body as his hand traced your skin.

“What are you doing?” You snapped at him, blushing as you pulled your shirt back down. Dabi pulled his hand back and crawled closer, his breath fanning against your lips.

“Dinner is ready, and I brought you a gift.” And with that, he pulled back and left the room. You were flustered as you pulled yourself up and rushed to follow. In the sitting room, he held a basket out to you that was filled with cotton fabric.

You took it and inspected it with awe.

“You looked out of place.” He said as an explanation, but you were too excited, smiling at him and holding the basket close to you.

“Thank you! Can I go and put it on now?” You asked eagerly, and he snorted a laugh.

“Yeah, meet me on the roof when you’re done.” He said and walked off to the doorway that led to the kitchen.

You went back into the bedroom and through the door that led to the bathroom. There was no shower, there was only a toilet, a foot bath, and a jug filled with water for hand washing.

You found a stack of clean linen cloths in a basket to the side and wet one with the water from the jug so that you could rinse yourself off.

You pulled a skirt and a sash from the basket. The dress was white with gold threading, much like what Dabi wore. Quickly, you undressed and washed yourself off before you pulled on the skirt. It went from your just below your ankle up to just below your breast, and it had a bit of pleating. You used the sash to tie it in place. The sash was decorated with beautiful blue beading.

Next, you pulled a sheer shawl and wide collar from the basket. You draped the shawl around you so that it covered your breasts, and placed the collar on top. The collar was decorated with more of the blue beading, as well as the same gems Dabi had set in his jewelry.

There were a few gold bangles in the basket as well which you slipped onto your arms.

You still had another four or five dresses and skirts inside of the basket, which you had glanced at, and they were all equally beautiful.

You had looked at garments like these your whole life, but never did you imagine you would be inside of one.

You took the basket and your clothing back into the bedroom and then made your way up to the roof.

Dabi had the food laid out and was sitting on a pillow, waiting for you. When he heard you approaching, he looked you over and grinned, though he stayed silent.

“Well, how do I look?” You asked, beaming.

“Beautiful, doll. But you might want to take a seat before the food gets cold.” He smirked.

You made your way over and sat to eat. You had wine with your dinner, which Dabi was happy to supply you with.

He asked questions first, of the world, his tomb, what you did, how the times had changed. You answered them all, happy to fill him in.

Dabi’s tomb had felt so dark, but here sitting with him, he wasn’t so bad, you decided. He was sarcastic and snarky, but charming in his own way. You still wondered about the elaborate dressing you were both wearing, and why his home didn’t match, but you left those thoughts for later. Soon the food was finished, the wine jug was empty, and Dabi lead your drunken self back into the house and to the bedroom.

“In the morning, Well go to the bathhouse.” He said, pulling off his jewelry and setting them inside a basket. You hummed and did the same, reaching for your basket to find a simple tunic to wear to bed.

Dabi grabbed the blanket off of the mattress and threw it over him as he laid down. You stood to go to the bathroom to change but stumbled trying to get up. Dabi laughed at you as he watched your failed attempt to stand, making jabs at you under his breath when you had instantly plopped back down onto the mattress. He sat up behind you as you huffed, his hands reaching around you to untie your sash and skirt. The collar and shawl had already been discarded, but with the alcohol flowing in your system, you found it hard to remember exactly when that had happened. Your skirt pooled under you as the cold night air danced on your skin. Dabi was warm against your back, and you relaxed into him subconsciously.

He lifted you up enough to pull the fabric out from beneath you and tossed it to the corner of the room. The tunic laying forgotten at your feet as he pulled you back into the bed to lay beside him. The blanket was thrown over you and Dabi’s arms held you close to him. You relaxed into him and fell asleep quickly. __________________________________________

You glanced up at him to find him still asleep, so you allowed yourself to take in his features. He was attractive, and his presence screamed power, though you had yet to see him display it.

Your hand slowly lifted so you could gently trail your fingers across the soft skin of his cheek to the scarring on his jaw. His eyes flew open as his hand quickly snatched yours, pulling it from his face. His eyes were wild, until he registered that it was only you, and you saw him visibly relax. He breathed out a sigh and leaned back, the hand on your back rubbing small circles. The early morning was still fairly cool, and you felt yourself being pulled in by the heat that radiated from him. Soon your cheek was back onto his chest.

“It’s strange, you have a heartbeat even though you’ve died.” You said.

“I’ll live forever here. When I died, it just took me to the next place.” He said with a shrug.

“How did you die?” You asked quietly.

“That’s the end of the story, how about after we bathe I start from the beginning instead.”

You sighed, but nodded, lifting yourself up. The blanket fell and you noticed your nudity and quickly pulled the blanket back up to your chest.

Dabi regarded you with both confusion and amusement.

“What are you doing, doll?” He asked with a light chuckle.

“Covering up, what does it look like?” You spat back flustered.

He laughed, then raised himself up and climbed off the mattress, much less embarrassed by his state of undress.

“So what, do you just pull girls to the afterlife and woo them to bed with you?” You mumbled, picking up your discarded dress from the night before.

“No, it would seem that you’re the first.” He laughed.

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The Tomb (Dabi x f!Reader) - Part Three

WARNINGS: NSFW 18+. Smut.

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You had been so focused on his words, you hadn’t realized you had already reached the river. There were a few woman standing naked, waist deep in the cold water, washing clothes.

“Give your dress to them, they’ll clean it for you.” Dabi said, as he handed you a coin to give to them as well.

You did as he said, pulling your dress up to keep it dry, and walked to the women.

One of them took your dress and coin, and you smiled in thanks. Her hand softly grabbed your arm before you could turn away, her eyes flickering toward Dabi before returning to you.

“Be careful of that man,” She spoke so softly you almost couldn’t hear her, “All is not as it appears.” She warned.

“What do you mean?” You whispered back, confused and concerned.

“He will trick you, try to make you trust him...dont.” Her voice still soft, but stern as her knowing eyes urged you to believe her. You nodded your head and she released you, and you made your way back to land. Dabi stood watching the sky, his posture relaxed, but turned his attention to you when he heard you approach.

He held his hand out, which you took, and he pulled you from the water with ease. He lead you over to sit in the shade of the trees. Dabi still had a hold of your hand, which you didn’t mind, save for the woman’s words that you were still mulling over in your mind. His thumb traced circles over your knuckles as your hands sat atop his thigh.

“What is your family like?” He asked suddenly, breaking your train of thoughts. You sighed and looked up to the sky.

“They’re difficult, but I love them. My parents fell in love when they were young. They got married and had my brother. Things were really good. Then I was born and financially, it was stressful for them. My father found a good job but it kept him away most of the time. Mom was overwhelmed with both of us. My parents fought a lot back then.

While dad was away, he met a woman and fell in love. He sent divorce papers to my mother in the mail. She was heartbroken, but I don’t think she was surprised. My brother moved to live closer to my father and my mom remarried and had two more children. I was sort of forgotten. My brother was always the favorite of the two of us and my mom was busy with her two new children. I was still a teen then.” You said with a sigh as you thought back on the past.

You had always been interested in history, and when all of that was going on, you can places all of your focus on it. Learning all of the secrets of the past. It kept you occupied, everyone had so much going on so it was easier to just stay out of the way.

“Then I went to college, I earned scholarships to pay my way into school, and when I finished my studies, I got my first job. I still talk to my parents here and there, but I work a lot and spend most of my time traveling. They’re usually good people though, and I know that they love me.” You finished with a small smile, relaxing back into the tree.

Dabi looked at you with a brow raised. “What about a husband and children?” He asked.

You laughed. “As nice as that would be, I don’t know if I’m cut out for that. I’m gone a lot, always working and traveling. A family takes a lot of time. I’ve got a team of people depending on me right now. I’m usually their only source of income. If I had to give it up, I’d be the reason they couldn’t feed their families.” You frowned and sighed. Dabi regarded your words and nodded. You looked at him and found his eyes on you.

“What about you?” You asked after a moment.

“It never really crossed my mind. I was too focused on my goals.” He said.

“Do you regret it?” You asked quietly, before you could think to stop yourself. It was something that was always in the back of your mind. Would you regret it if you didn’t have a family, if you just kept working. You could never decide and so you always felt stuck, continuing on without making a change because it was all you knew. It was safe.

“Sometimes,” he sighed, “The league was all that I had. It was lonely, and I wondered what it would have felt like to have something different. To fall in love and be a father. If I would have been better than my father was.” He thought aloud.

“But even if I had wanted to, look at me. No one would want to wake up next to this.” He finished with a bitter laugh, and you could see the raw look that flashed through his eyes. The honesty. His statement wasn’t some ploy, it was how he truly thought of himself.

You squeezed his hand, saddened by his words. The scars were harsh. They were intimidating. But they didn’t make him unworthy of love. You found them beautiful in a way, they told a story. His story. Who he is and the challenges he faced. Those stories are marked in his skin, his strength and will to survive forever visible.

“Don’t say that, if you had taken a different path, I’m sure you would have found someone who would have loved you. All of you.” You said, your voice a whisper.

Dabi shook his head, his eyes facing forward staring at nothing.

“You’re delusional.” He spat.

“I’m serious!” You huffed. His head rolled towards you, his eyes unreadable.

“Be honest, doll, could you love someone like me?” He said in a hushed tone.

Dabi took in your wide eyes and the blush creeping up on your face. As you opened your mouth to answer, he cut you off, knowing that no matter what you said, he couldn’t handle hearing it.

“Enough about that. Our clothes are ready.” He said standing up and walking back to the river. You scrambled to get up and jogged after him. Once you got your clothes, along with another look from the woman in the river, he led you back to his home. He was quiet for the rest of the night.

You had helped him make dinner, and briefly talked, but not much was said. His mood was sour and so he kept to himself.

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Over the next week, things continued the same. You would wake up wrapped around him, and you could swear you felt his hands roaming your body during the night. You would eat and bathe together. He would show you the city, let you explore and follow you as you studied everything around you. You asked questions, many questions, about the people, about customs there was little information on, and about his past.

He told you the league was a group with a set of ideals that rejected the way society was ran. Those in power were corrupt, they held too much control and many suffered at their hands. Everyone loved them but they were poison, they couldn’t see how evil they were. How unworthy they were of their positions in both life and in people’s hearts. So his group expanded, and soon a war began. A struggle for power to be at the top. A lot of innocent blood was spilled by his hands, but it was unavoidable. Many at the top had fallen. The league took control of several territories and their numbers continued to grow. Dabi was at the top. Powerful, feared, and respected by his men. He instructed them on how to create his tomb. A way to cheat the afterlife, being his own judge.

His final battle, he faced his brother and father. At first they didn’t even recognize him. He said they were shocked that he was alive, to see what he had become. Dabi took the life of his father, finally getting his revenge, before his brother killed him.

The story itself left you speechless. It sounded like a large battle, but you’d never heard anything about it. It wasn’t mentioned anywhere, and you wondered why.

The night he finished telling you that story, you had cried for him and held him. He led you to bed but sleep never came to you.

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It was the morning, three days before you had to return back to your world. You had slept peacefully with Dabi’s warmth protecting you from the cold night.

Dabi’s skin against yours felt good, and you knew when you left that you would miss it, so you allowed yourself to let go. The thoughts of wearing a tunic to bed long gone from your mind.

As you came out of your dreams, the first thing you noticed was the weight on your chest.

Your eyes slowly opened to find Dabi with his face resting between your breasts, and the rest of his body between your legs. He snored lightly, and his hair stuck up wildly. You smiled and ran your hand through his hair, and he grunted while he lightly bit the skin of your breast.

His head twisted up to look at you, a tired smile stretching across his face. You rolled your eyes at his antics but grinned back.

He lifted himself over you, leaning his head down to place a kiss between your breasts and then dragged his lips up to your collar bone, grazing his teeth against it.

You bit your lip as your breath shuddered out in surprise.

He crawled forward over you, then reached a hand back to grip your thigh and pull them further apart so that he could settle between them, flush against you.

You could feel how hard he was, his member pushed to lay between your lips. His hips lazily rocked, dragging the head of his cock against your clit slowly. You let out a moan as your hips lifted, adding a pleasurable pressure.

His lips kissed along your neck, biting and sucking as he went. One of his arms was bent by your head to brace himself, the other hand traveled, squeezing your breasts and pinching your nipples.

“Do you want this?” His husky voice asked against your skin.

Your mind stopped for a moment. You considered the words of the old woman at the river and Dabi’s admission of his past deeds. Dabi had spent his life being hated and feared, and he carried it with him even in death. There was a part of you that was afraid, knowing if you let him have you now, he would likely have you forever, even when you parted ways for good. He would leave his mark on you, an imprint burned into you that you would never be rid of. You had considered that in all of the fear, no one had ever really known Dabi. He had bared his soul to you. Allowed himself to be vulnerable. You didn’t know what you felt, but you knew that whatever it was, it consumed your entire being. Did you want this?

“Yes.” You answered back with a breathy moan.

He pulled his head up to look at you, as if he was searching for a lie. His eyes were clouded with lust. He leaned forward, his lips brushing against yours softly.

“Are you sure?” He spoke against them.

“Yes, please...I want you.” You said, your voice barely a whisper. You pressed your lips against his, catching his bottom lip between yours and sliding your tongue across it. You rocked your hips against his with force, causing a groan to leave him.

He pulled back, just for a second as his eyes bore into yours, and then his lips were on yours once more. The kiss was messy and passionate. His teeth nipped at your lips and his tongue explored every crevice in your mouth. His hand left your breast and he grabbed himself, rubbing the tip through your folds to lubricate it. He brought it up and rubbed it forcefully against your clit, drawing loud moans from you as your hips bucked against him.

He pulled his lips from yours and let his mouth settle at your breast, his lips ghosting across the skin. His eyes were vibrant as his tongue peeked out, gently tracing across your hardened nipple.

He switched between both of your breasts, sucking on your skin and leaving hickeys as he went. His teeth bit and pulled at your nipples roughly, and the head of his cock rubbed faster against you. You cried out, the pleasure overwhelming. Your head was thrown back with your eyes closed. You could feel the heat pooling in your stomach, your arousal at its peak.

Your hands wrapped around Dabi, one in his hair to press him against your breast, the other wrapped around his upper arm, your hand squeezing with every wave of pleasure.

He shifted his hips, allowing his tip to rub against your entrance. He pushed just the head inside and then moved his hand up to rub your clit quickly. His hips rocked, his tip sliding in and out of you at a slow pace.

You pushed your hips forward, desperate for him to fill you. To feel him deep inside of you.

“So eager, so wet for me.” He mused, as he pulled his face back up to face yours. His hand pulled away from your clit and he held it in front of you, fingers glistening.

“You’ll be good for me right?” He whispered, his eyes dark. You supposed you should be worried by the look he was giving you, but you only found yourself more aroused.

You nodded, your glossy eyes watching him.

“I’ll be good.” You moaned out, feeling him press himself a little deeper inside of you.

His grin was twisted as he put his fingers to your lips, rubbing your wetness against them. You opened your mouth and he pressed them inside. Your tongue slid over and in between them, sucking as you went. Dabi pressed them farther into your mouth while thrusting deeper in your pussy.

You moaned around his fingers and felt yourself clenching harder on his dick. He bit his lip and sheathed himself fully inside you, holding himself there as his fingers pushed deeper in your throat. You gagged as they pressed into the back of your tongue. Your eyes burning with tears.

His eyes watched you like a hawk, his lips still pulled into a devilish grin.

He started to grind his hips against you while we was bottomed out, and his fingers pushed again, dipping to the back of your throat. Your hips jerked against him as you gagged, and finally his fingers retreated.

When just the tips of his index and middle finger remained between your teeth, he spread them, whispering for you to keep your mouth open.

You complied eagerly as his hips pulled back and slammed into you.

“That’s it, baby. Stick your tongue out for me.” He said, his breathing heavy and his voice low.

You stuck your tongue out, leaving it there as his hips snapped harder and faster against you. Your moans grew louder, and then he was pinching and twisting your nipple, making your back arch off of the mattress. He leaned closer, his mouth hovering just above yours. He gripped your tongue between his teeth, biting and dragging his teeth along it.

He pulled back, releasing your tongue and spit in your mouth.

If your mind wasn’t so consumed by lust, you’d have been disgusted, but with him buried inside of you, all you could do was whimper. You felt yourself tighten against him and he grunted.

“You like that huh?” He said as he pulled your hips higher, tilting them so he could reach even deeper inside of you.

You left your tongue out and mouth open, nodding to his question as his spit was still sliding down your tongue.

He reached down as he rubbed your clit again, making you whine. He told you to swallow as his hand gripped your throat tightly.

“Fuck, that’s my girl.” He said as he kissed you.

You were in heaven, and the thought of staying in the afterlife with him resurfaced in your mind.

He pulled himself from you and you shivered at both the feeling of being empty, and the cool morning air now caressing you.

He stood on the mattress, his legs parted.

“Get on your knees.” He ordered, and you were quick to comply. His foot parted your legs to spread them further.

“Touch yourself” he said as he wrapped his hand in your hair, pulling you to his cock.

Your fingers parted your lips and rubbed your clit, trying to do it the same as he had. Nothing had ever felt as good as him. You opened your mouth and he pushed his length in.

Your tongue slid against him, and you closed your lips around him, tasting yourself on his skin.

His grip in your hair tightened as he forced your head still, and then he began thrusting into your mouth. His pace picked up, and he pushed himself deeper. You gagged around him, your throat burning. Drool dripped from your lips onto your chest as you were unable to swallow, and tears fell from your eyes.

“Look at you, so pretty with my cock down your throat.”

Your fingers moved faster against yourself and you moaned around him, making him throw his head back. He pushed himself deep into your throat and held himself there, your nose resting in his public hair.

He pulled out abruptly and shoved you backward. He walked to stand above your head, facing the length of your body that was now flat against the mattress, and then he lowered himself, his knees resting above your shoulders as he kneeled over you.

His hips lowered and you tilted your head back to take him into your mouth again.

Your legs parted farther as you fingered yourself. He watched you, rubbing his hands along your sides as he thrust harder and deeper into your mouth.

His sack rested your nose as he buried himself in your throat, cutting off your air supply. His hands went back to your breasts and he ground his hips into your face.

He pulled back and you gasped for breath before he did it again. You sucked and licked his length, your hips lifting and legs trembling as your climax neared.

He leaned forward, ripping your hand from yourself and you whined around him. He pressed harder against your mouth, moving his hips again, as you sucked in air.

Your arms wrapped around his thighs, bracing yourself. His body leaned forward, his mouth dipping to your sex, licking and sucking your clit. He was rough, but it felt so good. His teeth gripped your clit. It was almost painful, but the pleasure outweighed it and was sending you over the edge.

Your grip on his hips tightened as you pulled him deep into your throat again. His hips rocked without pulling back, and you felt your lungs begging for air while your vision was starting to waver. His hand slapped against your cunt as you cried out around him, and then with one final harsh suck on your clit, you were gone.

If it wasn’t for him restricting your airway, you would have screamed from the intensity of your orgasm.

He pulled himself up, and you gasped for breath, your limbs twitching.

He grabbed you and flipped you onto your stomach, then grabbed your hips, lifting your ass in the air. Your upper half was flat to the mattress, no energy to hold yourself up.

“You want me to fuck you?” He asked, rubbing his tip at your entrance.

“Yes!” You moaned, pushing your hips back, getting a hard slap on your ass in return.

“You want me to cum in you?”

He pushed his tip in and out, teasing you as you moaned out another yes.

“Beg me for it.” You could hear the grin in his voice at the demand. And so you did. You pleaded for him desperately.

He rammed his length into you, bottoming out. His thrusts were fast and hard. His grip on your hips was bruising as he pulled them back to meet every thrust. You could tell from the tremble in his hands and his labored breathing that he was close.

His thrusts got sloppy and his rhythm was broken. He pulled you against him and you started to grind subconsciously as he released, filling you.

He held still for a moment, then pulled himself out. You fell flat onto the bed, feeling his cum leak out of you as he fell to lay at your side, his arm draped over you as he caught his breath.

You tried to keep your eyes open, to stay awake for just a little longer, but the exhaustion and warmth from his body broke any resistance you had, and within moments you had fallen asleep. Dabi looked over your sleeping form, a gentle smile on his face. He leaned over to place a kiss on your forehead, and then laid back and allowed himself to dream as well.

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The Tomb (Dabi x f!Reader) - Part Two

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You both left and walked through the city toward the large bath house. You stopped by small stands to grab fruit and fish for breakfast, and then continued on your way. The stares you had gotten yesterday were gone, but they still lingered on Dabi.

You took in the shift in structures. Where Dabi lived, the houses were smaller and plain. Many of them suffered from a bit of damage, the mud bricks crumbling over time. Now you had entered a much different part of the city. The buildings were large, the bricks of the houses were in much better condition and stained white. The homes had wooden doors instead of just hanging reed mats. You knew if you went inside, you would find beautiful pictures painted along the walls and ceiling in a wide array of colors.

Finally, you reached the bathhouse and entered, and it was absolutely beautiful. High ceilings painted in vibrant colors that put you in mind of a stained glass window, tall limestone pillars, and everything was lined with golden trim. When you imagined paradise, this was what came to mind. It came as no surprise that many people were inside to enjoy the bath.

You knew a lot from this era, the history, but it was still a bit of a culture shock to experience it for yourself first hand. Especially, in this specific case. Men and women were considered equals here, which you loved. Nudity was common and sex was not really a taboo. Really, the only prominent known things were they believed in consent and valued loyalty above all else. Beyond that, there wasn’t much information. Many researchers had offered that because the ancients views were so open, they just never thought it important enough to document. The restrictive world you came from was so different. Sure, some people and places had more open views, but overall there were usually unspoken rules of how to conduct yourself. What is deemed “inappropriate” is a long list.

It really was exciting to be in this time, to see the past and be able to live within it, but your mind was a constant reminder that you were not from here. That this was not your home.

You both undressed, and you tried to hide the shaking of your hands as you did, but Dabi noticed your trembling. He took your hand gently and led you toward the bath. He didn’t look at you, and that made you feel a bit more at ease.

The water felt nice, and you relaxed into it immediately. You smiled, wetting your hair.

Dabi handed you soaps to use, which you graciously accepted. You had regretted not being able to bathe last night, wishing you could have rinsed the sand and dirt from your skin before going to bed. You knew bathing was especially important during this time, the ancients believed the cleaner you were, the closer you were to the Gods.

You kept your body low in the water as you washed your hair and skin, humming in joy at the feeling of being clean once more. You felt warm hands on you and looked over your shoulder. Dabi stood behind you, his eyes trailing across the plains of your back. His hands massaging as they rubbed the lathered soap onto you, his fingers working out knots and kinks from around your shoulders. You figured his actions were meant to give you peace of mind in a situation you were obviously uncomfortable in, but for a brief moment, his touch had you more worried about the downfalls of falling in love with a spirit.

This was something that you could definitely get used to. You were sure that you could sit there forever and not be bothered in the slightest. Your eyes fell shut as you relaxed in his hold, all of your previous tension and discomfort now gone. His hands moved from your shoulders to your neck and down your spine. He kneeled as his hands caressed along your ribs and slid under the water to your stomach. Then they slid further, grabbing along your thighs, and pulling back just enough to grip your hips. He tugged you backwards against him, your back flush to his chest.

Your eyes opened at the feeling. The bathhouse had emptied quite a bit since Dabi had entered, no doubt his presence and their evident discomfort from him being the reason, but there were still people bathing here and there.

“Stop, someone could see!” You hissed out while trying to pull forward to put some distance between you, but his hands kept you in place.

He leaned forward, dipping his mouth to your ear.

“Who cares, let them look.” And then his lips latched just below your ear, and his hand moved between your thighs. The breathy moan you let out at the sudden contact only spurred him on.

Your head leaned to the side and your hand braced on his wrist, ready to pull him away at any moment, but you didn’t.

You had dedicated your life to your work, and in doing so, you had missed out on a lot of the romantic opportunities that many of your friends had gotten to experience. You had boyfriends back in school, sure, but relationships were a sore spot for you as you had made your career your top priority.

You traveled often, you were gone for long stretches of time. Anything more than a quick fling was pretty much off of the table. Being held, being touched like this, it was new. It was nice. You couldn’t find it in yourself to turn him away, because truly you were craving the intimacy that he was offering.

Your breathing was ragged and more moans fell from your lips. Dabi’s teeth and lips brushed across your neck, leaving a trail of heat on your flushed skin behind them.

“Touch me.” He whispered against your skin, and slowly your hand reached behind you to grasp him. He let out a low groan against you as your hand moved on its own accord. Your mind was too lost to pleasure to stop yourself.

Dabi pulled your hand away and removed his fingers from you. He lifted you slightly to guide you over him, but you quickly twisted around and put your hand on his chest to stop him, the action of him shifting you had snapped you back into reality.

“Dabi, wait. Please. I can’t.” You begged softly. Your heart was pounding in your chest. Stopping him was incredibly hard for you as you wanted nothing more than to collapse into his hold. You were lonely and touch starved, and it felt so nice to be wanted, but you knew that if you were to give in to him now, your heart would get involved and it was a risk you weren’t sure you should take.

His hand quit pulling and he gave a slight frown, but reluctantly let go of you. You gave him a small smile and cupped his cheek with your hand, trying to convey your thoughts and feelings in a simple gesture. You weren’t trying to reject him, you knew this was much more common in his time, but for you it was too fast, too unfamiliar. You felt yourself let go so easily with him, and that scared you.

His blue eyes held yours, unwavering, before he suddenly turned his head to run his tongue along your palm. You squeaked and pulled your hand away quickly, smacking the water and splashing you both. You turned your back to him and sank back down into the water, trying to hide your blush as you called him a pervert under your breath. He snorted, obviously satisfied by your reaction. You were thankful for the change in atmosphere.

Dabi seemed like someone who took what he wanted regardless of what stood in his way. His tomb had definitely painted that picture. You were glad he didn’t push you or hold a grudge toward you, and that he had reverted back to playful and teasing. You couldn’t stop the small smile that stretched across your face as you thought of him. He was a mystery that you couldn’t wait to solve.

Not much later, you both finished bathing and left the baths together.

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As you walked through the city, he kept his hand on your lower back to guide you beside him. You carried your worn dress in your arms and wore one of the others that Dabi had brought for you.

You saw children running and playing up ahead and smiled. You leaned into Dabi, head resting against his shoulder. He glanced at you as his hand slid further to rest on your waist and keep you beside him.

“What was your childhood like?” You asked without thinking, eyes still focused on the kids playing. Dabi’s brown furrowed and you felt him tense beside you. You opened your mouth to tell him that he didn’t have to talk about it, but he had already started speaking.

“I was born from an arranged marriage. My father was a powerful man, he worked in the palace and was regarded the same as royalty. He was strong, and feared, but well respected. My mother was kind and quiet. She was chosen to balance him, to keep him grounded, and to help give him a strong heir.

I was the first born, the oldest son. I was expected to follow in his footsteps. To take his position in the palace and be just as strong, if not more.” He shifted uncomfortably before continuing.

“He started training me from a young age, but I was never good enough. Always falling short. His obsession with power and greed pushed him harder. My next two younger siblings were born and they were ignored by him, forgotten. All of the pressure was on me. And when I failed I was punished. But I always failed, my body wasn’t able to handle it as well as he felt it should.”

Your hand reached behind him to brush your fingers against his back, trying to provide what little comfort you could offer.

“Finally my youngest brother, Shouto, was born. At a young age, he took to the training well, though he hated it, and I was cast aside.

Over time, mother resented Shouto, he looked too much like father, and so she threw boiling water on him, burning his face. She was taken, kept somewhere in secret.

Father took Shouto to the palace with him to recover and continue training. He was locked away from the rest of us, and we were left to fend for ourselves in a small and empty home.” Dabi’s eyes narrowed at the memory, and he refused to meet your gaze.

“One day, when father visited, we fought. I was taken by palace guards, who had escorted him, and dragged to the dungeon of the palace to be taught my place. There I was locked up, tortured and burned. Eventually, I escaped, but the damage was done, and I looked...like this.” He finished, his tone dark as he stared down at his scarred arms.

Your heart was heavy, and you felt so much pain for him. Life had been so unfair, and you recalled in the tomb, how it spoke of great sadness and anger. Of him being alone. Hurt.

“I’m so sorry you had to go through all of that. You didn’t deserve any of it.” You whispered, reaching up to turn his head to face you as his eyes locked with yours.

“It was just what the gods chose for me. My fate. At first I thought they betrayed me, that I was set to fail from the start.” He said nonchalant, his eyes breaking away from yours to stare ahead once more.

“What did you do when you escaped?” You questioned, looking forward again as he lead you further down the road.

“I ran, for a while, I lived in the desert, and would come back to the city and commit petty crimes for food and money. It was like that for a couple of years, just getting scraps. But then I met a group of people, we shared similar views. Similar goals. We wanted the society to crumble and rebuild it.” He said, a glint in his eye that you couldn’t quite place.

“In the time I had spent in the desert, I had prayed for a while. Then I had revolted and rejected the Gods. Blamed and hated them. But one appeared in a dream, and offered me power. They gave me a new fate, and it started with the League.”

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The Tomb (Dabi x f!Reader) - Part Four

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Much of your time left in the afterlife was spent the same, with you wrapped around Dabi or the both of you lounging in his bed.

The fear of knowing you would likely never see him again had mixed with the longing for both the pleasure and the feelings that he drew from you.

You felt so strongly for him, it was new and unfamiliar, but you welcomed it. You had never felt so warm, so safe and peaceful, as you did in his arms. You feared you were addicted to it, already you wondered how you could go the rest of your life without him. The thought had crossed your mind many times that you should stop and push him away, that you were getting yourself tangled too deeply into a mess, but those thoughts were fleeting, weak in comparison to the desire you felt. It was beyond something physical, you craved him in his entirety.

You wondered if you added your name to the walls of his tomb, would it bring you back to him when you died? Perhaps you would go the rest of your life without him, but then could be together again in the end. A bittersweet idea.

Your thoughts were cut short as Dabi looked over, lifting himself slightly from his relaxed position in bed.

“Is there anything else you want to know before I ask you for the second favor?”

You thought for a moment.

“Yeah, actually, why is your tomb so different? I’ve never heard of any set up like how yours is.”

“The tomb where you first entered was by my design, what I requested to have done. I had thought the burial chamber was a standard one. It was only after I died that I realized they had made a second tomb. I don’t know who crafted it, someone who must have held a grudge against me.” He answered.

“What was the point of it?” You asked.

“To trap me. Normally, you can pass through the false door of your tomb. When someone comes, it allows you to enter inside and visit with them, but because they made the second tomb, I can’t leave from it. That’s what all of those marking are along the cut outs in the wall. Seals, to bind me to the room.” He said.

“It’s also a way to spite me. The false door was carved in my image, with my scars. If not for that, I’d have looked as I did before.” His tone was growing bitter.

“What if we break the seals?” You asked hopefully.

“We could try, but I doubt it would work. Those seals were placed with strong magic. They have some type of enchantment on them. Whatever spell they used, I’m sure it won’t be easy to break.” Dabi said with a sigh.

You frowned at that. You wanted so badly to help him.

“Don’t worry, princess. When you do my second favor, it’ll be better than breaking the seals.” He grinned.

You rolled into him, resting your head on his shoulder as your arm relaxed across his stomach and chest.

“What do I need to do?” You asked, turning your head to place a kiss on his skin.

“After i was killed, I was mummified by my men. Before I could be buried properly, someone took my remains to a witch, probably the same one who carved the seals in the tomb.” He started and you looked up at him, listening intently.

“You’re familiar with the story of Osiris and Isis?” He asked and you nodded.

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Osiris’s Myth:

The god Osiris was brought to Egypt to be king. He was a good ruler who was both loved and respected by all. His brother, Seth, was jealous of his power and made a plan to kill his brother and take over the throne.

Seth snuck into Osiris and Isis’s bedroom one night and measured Osiris while he slept. He had a chest crafted with his brothers measurements.

Seth then threw a party, with Osiris as the guest of honor. They played a game at Seth’s request, whoever could fit into the chest perfectly would get to keep it.

After Seth’s friends all took their turns, they finally convinced Osiris to try. He climbed in and was a perfect fit. The lid was slammed shut and sealed, and then the chest was dumped into the Nile river, knowing Osiris wouldn’t be able to survive.

Isis heard of her husbands death and rushed to find the chest. Finally, after a few days of searching, she found it and pulled Osiris from it. She hid his body in the tall river grass, as she didn’t want Seth to find the body before she could do the proper rituals so that Osiris could pass on to the afterlife.

Late that night, Seth returned to the river. He found Osiris’s body in the grass and was furious. He cut Osiris into fourteen pieces and hurled them all across Egypt to make sure they were never found.

The next morning, Isis, along with her sister and friends, returned to the river to perform the rituals only to find her husband’s body gone.

Isis transformed into a huge bird and flew over Egypt, using her sharp eyesight to find all of his body parts.

With the help of Nepthys, Thoth and Anubis, she was able to perform a miracle. They sewed all of the pieces together and wrapped Osiris head to toe in strips of linen, creating a mummy.

On the night of the full moon, Isis used powerful magic to bring him back to life. He told her he couldn’t stay long and that he needed to travel to the world of the dead, where he would become King of the Afterlife.

Osiris told Isis not to worry as she was pregnant and would have a son who would get revenge on Seth.

Their son Horus was born, and kept hidden away from his uncle until he came of age. Once Horus did, he and Seth fought. Horus won and took the throne, while Seth was banished from Egypt forever.

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“When I died, the rituals were completed so I was able to pass onto the Afterlife, but my body was cut up and hidden, the same as they did to Osiris. I need you to be my Isis.” Dabi said, his tone almost desperate as he looked deep into your eyes.

“You need me to find all of your body parts? What do I do with them?” You asked perplexed.

“Bring them to me, leave them here in the tomb.” His warm breath fanned your face.

“How will I find them?” You asked.

“I will help guide you. I know I was cut into six pieces, and I know the general locations. Beyond that, you must find them yourself.” He told you, and you nodded hesitantly.

“What if I can’t find them?” You whispered.

“That’s not an option, doll.” He said, stroking your hair.

You sighed and rested your chin on his shoulder.

“I’ll do my best. But, when you have them, what will happen?”

“That’s a surprise, but trust me, it’s a good one.” Dabi said with confidence. He sounded happy, maybe even a bit smug. You didn’t question him, though. You were far too interested to see what would come of it. He was a man of many mysteries, after all. He had shown you things you never thought possible, and they had all turned out well for you. You really did trust him.

At the end of the day, Dabi took you back to the tomb. What you wore when you first arrived had been washed in the river a few days prior, and already you were missing the clothing he had given you that mirrored his own.

You both stepped through the portal and while nothing had visibly changed, you knew you were back in the world of the living. Dabi had told you the general locations for where to find his body and you had written them down, the note folded in your pocket.

You turned to face him, sadness was radiating from you. He chuckled and pulled you close to him, his lips meeting yours.

“Go home and rest. You can start the search tomorrow and I’ll be here waiting for you to return.” He said against your lips.

You kissed him deeper, trying to savor the feeling of him in case things didn’t go as planned. You were worried that once you left the tomb, he would be gone, out of your grasp for good. In the two weeks you had spent with him, you feared that you may have fallen in love.

Reluctantly, you parted from him and said goodbye, sparing him a final glance as you made your way up and out of the tomb.

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The next morning, you woke early and went to make your case to get an extension on the project. You told them of the second tomb, of the foreign inscriptions inside and the strange contrast between both chambers. You told them how it was unlike anything you had ever seen.

They agreed, their interest peaked, and you were graced with funding to last another season. They said you should receive it in about a week, and you thanked them and left.

You met with your team, explaining what you had found and the exciting news of the project continuing. They all cheered loudly as you told them the work would resume in a weeks time. You gave them all a share of the last of the funding and told them to take the week to spend with their families.

They thanked you and left to celebrate. You kept the last of the funding, and set out to complete your favor.

You went to a stand you used rather frequently and rented a dune buggy to take you across the desert. You loaded your tools in the back and started on your way. You had checked the note often, although it felt like more of a riddle than a guide. You spent hours in the hot sun searching, and though your skin was covered, the heat was unforgiving.

The first three locations were easier to find than you thought they would be. Two of them were caves, half buried with sand, but still noticeable enough for you to spot from a distance. Both of them had been rather deep, one was built into a large area of rocks and sand while the other was much closer to the city, half hidden in a thicket of shrubs and trees. In both caves, you had found the limbs in the back, though it had taken a great deal of time moving rocks and looking for things out of place.

The other was hidden in the crevice of a cliff side. You had managed to climb up, and thankfully keep your footing, to dig it out from where it was hidden between the sharp rocks. The passage it was slipped in was so narrow that only your arm would fit inside. It had taken you six trips up the cliff to find it as you searched for rocks in a “triangular layout” as Dabi had described. It all had honestly looked the same to you, but you were just glad you managed to find it. With it, you found a small bag, and inside were a few small bones and gems. You furrowed your brow, but took it with you nonetheless.

You circled back and left them in Dabi’s tomb, unaware of the evil grin that warped his face in the chamber below.

The first three pieces had taken you two days total to find. The last three took you until the end of the week, but finally you had collected them all. His note had sent you on a wild goose chase around the desert, digging though old dried out river beds and dunes, and one had been buried under a tree that grew near the Nile river. You had spent a day and a half inspecting every tree for carvings that matched the ones in Dabi’s tomb.

You were so tired, feeling like you could collapse, and your muscles burned from all of the labor you’d endured. You were glad to help Dabi and eager to see the surprise, but at this point you really were just glad you were done. In the frustration of your scavenger hunt you had briefly debated giving up.

You dropped off the last of the limbs and then went to return the vehicle. Once you were done, you came back to the tomb and went inside, carefully taking the body parts down to Dabi.

You found him inside, waiting for you as you brought down the last piece.

You had laid them out properly, and as you stood, Dabi pulled you to him, kissing you with a bruising pressure. You moaned into his mouth and he pulled back, his eyes soft as they trailed over your face.

“You asked me before if I regretted never marrying.” He stated, and you nodded.

“I don’t. Fate brought you to me, I was meant to have you.” He said while brushing his lips against yours, his vibrant eyes glowing in the dim light.

You pushed forward, pulling him into another kiss, his words repeating in your mind as his tongue slipped into your mouth.

You thought it was rather morbid, the idea of sex while his corpse was so close, but he took you there in the tomb and you didn’t protest. You were smitten with him, hopelessly in love with a ghost. But the way he felt on your skin, inside of you, it was perfect, and you couldn’t blame yourself. You knew in the back of your mind that even if you could do it all over, you would still find yourself back at this very point.

When you were finished, you dressed quickly, trying to compose yourself. Dabi told you to go up and wait for the surprise that he had promised. You did as he asked, climbing up to go sit by the entrance of the tomb, staring at the carvings on the walls, waiting for him to call you back down.

Eventually, sleep took you as you rested against the door that had been put up to secure the tomb.

You awoke to the feeling of a hand grabbing your thighs and parting them quickly, and a heat warming the front of your body. Your eyes opened to see Dabi kneeling in front of you, a wide grin on his face.

“How are you here?” You gasped excitedly, your hands running along his body as if to make sure he was really there.

“It worked! I’m alive!” He laughed, cupping your cheeks and kissing you. It felt the same as his spirit’s touch, and yet it wasn’t. It was different in a way you couldn’t quite place, but it felt just as good. Perhaps even better. Your hand buried itself in his hair, pulling him closer.

“Careful, princess. I have half a mind to take you again right here.”

You sighed, a faint “please” leaving your lips. When the haze cleared from your mind, you trailed your fingers gently down his face.

“You’re really alive?” You wondered aloud, and he nodded.

“How?”

“I have...an agreement with the Gods. That’s all I can say.” He told you, then sat back, looking you over before adding, “I have another favor to ask you.”

“So needy.” You whispered with a grin and he smiled.

“I need clothes...from your time.” He said.

It was only then that you realized his state of undress. You supposed you didn’t notice at first because the sight of him naked had become a regular occurrence to you in your time spent with him.

You nodded, telling him to wait here and that you would find him something. You peeled yourself away from him and left the tomb, heading to the city to find a clothing shop.

You browsed around, searching for things that looked like they could fit his thinner frame as you had no idea what size he wore. You found a couple pairs of sweat pants, some sandals, a few tee shirts, a hoodie and a jacket.

Figuring it would be good enough, you paid and left quickly, hurrying back with your purchases and found Dabi right where you had left him. He thanked you while quickly putting on the clothes, then left the tomb with you, hand in hand.

You led him from the desert to the edge of the city, pointing things out along the empty streets as you went. His eyes were wide in amazement as he tried to absorb everything.

You both boarded a bus that would take you to the area where you were living. Dabi’s eyes lit up in wonder at the world around him, but he kept his questions to himself. This world was unfamiliar to him, and he would rather ask you his building list of questions in private where it was safe. He didn’t want to arouse suspicion.

When the bus stopped, you both exited and headed a few blocks over to the place you called home. Once the door was shut behind you, Dabi took off around the small apartment investigating everything, and you laughed, his behavior reminding you of a child.

He asked many questions, and you found it extremely cute when he was in awe of the refrigerator.

Your apartment was in an extended stay hotel. It was cheaper than the actual apartments in the area, and you didn’t have to pay for things like internet or utilities. Plus there was no lease, you just paid month to month.

It was nice enough there, and as you weren’t home much, it was really all you needed. It wasn’t in the most beautiful condition, and the area it was located in was questionable, but you figured it kept the cost low so it was a compromise you were willing to make.

You suggested a bath to Dabi, who happily obliged. You ran the shower first to rinse yourself off. Dabi tried to get in with you, but you stopped him, afraid of the water hurting where his scars and staples met skin.

Once you finished rinsing, you turned the shower head toward the wall and beckoned Dabi in. You got a cloth damp and carefully rinsed him with it. He watched you, an unknown feeling swelling in his chest.

Dabi truly was fond of you, and he was honest when he said you were meant for him. You were his. Watching you rinse him so delicately, the kindness you offered, only solidified his feelings. Love was not something he had received, and if he was being truthful, he wasn’t even sure if it was a concept he could ever fully grasp, but he knew what he wanted.

He wanted you. Marriage hadn’t been a priority before, but things were different now that he had a second chance at life. He knew you would be his wife. His thoughts continued as you washed him. He imagined your stomach swollen, heavy with his child, and he felt his arousal grow and almost groaned at the thought.

You told Dabi to stand back for a moment, and you took the shower head down and rinsed the bottom of the tub to clear away the excess dirt that had gathered there. Then you started the bath, Dabi sitting against the back of the tub and you scooting between his spread legs, relaxing against his chest.

Dabi had plans, things he needed to do now that he was back in the world of the living, but he could almost forget them with you here pressed against him. He wrapped his arms around you and closed his eyes, cherishing the feeling of peace that you gave to him.

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The Tomb (Dabi x f!Reader) - Part 8 (Final Part)

A/N: I just want to say thank you so much to all of you for reading my story and for all of your love and support. I’m sorry this last update took so long, a lot has been going on and the story got pushed to the back burner. I hope you enjoy it❤️

WARNINGS: Death, Angst, Description of gore/violence.

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“I don’t like this.” Dabi grunted, walking down the busy street beside you.

“I know, but we talked about this. We have a plan and I’ll be fine!” You shot back, your hand reaching down to lace your fingers with his.

“It’s too risky. What if something goes wrong?” He asked, his brow creasing in frustration.

“What other choice do we have? There’s no way you could even get close to them without me. We’re not in ancient times, they can’t just attack me.” You shrugged. Dabi’s hand gripped yours tightly and he pulled you into the alley off to the side of the street. Your back was pressed firmly against the cold brick wall while his head lowered, a glare prominent on his features.

“You’re not taking this seriously.”

“I am! I promise. I want to help you, and I know that there are risks. I am fully aware of that. I just think it is highly unlikely that two people working in a large corporation are going to attack me out in the open. Especially with you close by. Once you come in, I’ll stay out of the line of fire and let you handle things. If things go sour, I leave as fast as possible and wait for you back at the hotel.” You said, holding his gaze.

“I don’t know why I let you talk me into this. This is going to be a disaster.” Dabi sighed, his forehead dipping beside you as he pressed it against the wall over your shoulder.

“We’ll be okay. Look at me.” You whispered, your voice soft and comforting. Dabi pulled his head back as he met your gaze.

“I love you. I’ll be safe. You can take care of your business, and then we’ll go home.” Your smile was gentle as your warm hand reached up to cup his cheek.

“Promise me you’ll leave if something goes wrong.” His voice cracked as his eyes shifted between yours.

“I promise.”

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You were nervous. You’d be lying to yourself if you denied the sinking feeling that you had in your stomach. This was big. It was bigger than you. Lives were hanging in the balance, including yours. There was no room for error here. You had one chance, you had to do everything right or everything would be ruined.

You didn’t like what Dabi wanted to do, his revenge, but you were in this together and he needed this. Not just for his own desires, but also so that when he passes, he can return to his afterlife.

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The next day, it was show time. You made your way to the building to make an appointment at the firm, requesting an audience with both Shouto and Enji. Your name got you a time slot, surprisingly. Your recent discovery at the tomb giving you a boost of popularity, and surely peaking the interest of the pair you had requested.

You thanked the receptionist and turned to leave. As you headed to the entrance, a familiar face caught your eye.

“Keigo?” You asked, more than a little confused.

“Well, well. Missed me so much you flew all the way to Japan to see me? I gotta say kid, I’m touched.” He laughed, walking up to you.

“What are you doing here?” You asked, taking in his dress shirt and slacks.

“Huh? I work here. Isn’t that why you’re here?” He asked furrowing his brow.

“No, I had no idea you were in Japan. When did you move here?” You asked surprised.

“About a year ago, I just flew back for Christmas since I hadn’t seen your family in a while. You’d have known that if you’d paid more attention to me.” Keigo huffed, crossing his arms with a pout.

“Sorry, I just wasn’t in a great mood. It wasn’t a very good day.” You rubbed your neck sheepishly.

“Thats the understatement of the century. You put on a great show though, let me tell ya. If only I’d had some popcorn for that Oscar winning performance you gave.” He laughed, and you did too.

“What’d they say after I left?” You asked, your voice quiet.

“Eh, not much. They were silent for a while. Your mom said she thinks she over reacted a little. Your dad said he was firm about the disowning thing, but I don’t really buy it. I think he was just trying to keep up the act.” Keigo shrugged and you nodded.

“I figured. It doesn’t matter though, what’s done is done.” You sighed.

“Yeah, just give it time. They’ll come around. Unless you guys split up, in which case, I would just like to point out that I am available.” He winked.

“I feel like you’ve been waiting the entire conversation to say that.” You deadpanned.

“Yep! Thought about starting with it, but decided to keep it classy.” He grinned.

“Oh, yeah. Wouldn’t want to lay it on too strong.” You shook your head.

“You got that right. But anyways, what are you doing here? You in legal trouble or something?” He asked in teasing tone.

“No, nothing like that. Just wanted to talk over assets and things. Was thinking about moving up here, buying a second home maybe. The Todoroki Agency was highly recommended, so I figured I’d just sit and talk and see what they say.” You smiled.

“Huh, well if you move up here you’ll have to let me give you a tour. I know some pretty great places around here, hidden treasures really.”

“Sounds good! Nothing is set in stone yet, but if we move here, I’ll definitely take you up on that offer. I’ve got to get going, but it was really good seeing you.” You said, giving a squeeze to his arm.

“Alright, I’ll see you around. Don’t get in too much trouble.” He laughed, waving you off as you made your exit.

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It was finally time for your appointment, so you and Dabi made you way to the firm and checked in. You were led to a hall upstairs outside of the conference room. The receptionist told you to take a seat and that they’d call you in shortly. A few moments later, the woman came back and said you were free to enter, before departing back to the main lobby.

Dabi waited out in the hall, disguised in a high collared jacket, scarf and sunglasses. You had laughed when he had come out wearing it, but you knew he had too. He looked too distinct. Too easy to spot. And for everything to go smoothly, it started with him fading into the background.

You opened the large door to the conference room and stepped inside. The air was chilly, and you clutched your sweater tighter around you.

The two men greeted you, already seated at the table.

“Miss Y/N, it’s a pleasure to meet you. I am Enji Todoroki, and this is my son, Shouto Todoroki.” Enji said. His presence was intimidating, that was for sure. He was very large, standing both tall and broad. His face held a deep scar and though his eyes were the same color as Dabi’s, they lacked all of the warmth that his carried.

“The pleasure is mine! Thank you for meeting with me.” You beamed, extending your hand. Enji took it and his grip was firm, as you had imagined it would be. Then you turned to Shouto, but as he reached out you noticed his missing digit.

He paused his movement at your stare, before slowly continuing to give you a gentle handshake, polar opposite to his fathers.

“I’m sorry, I know it’s a bit unsightly to look at.” He said with a sad smile, curling his hand into a fist as it made its way back to his side.

“Don’t apologize, I’m not bothered. My step father is missing one of his legs, so I’m familiar with the sight. I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable.” You gave him a soft smile.

“No, you’re fine. Shouto just has a lack of confidence when talking with women. My boy is always assuming the worst!” Enji laughed, though it sounded more like a bark, as he slapped Shouto’s back. It was obvious Shouto was less than thrilled about his fathers contact and remark, and you almost laughed at the bizarre tension between the two, though you didn’t know if the impulse was from amusement or the sheer awkwardness hanging in the air.

Shouto cleared his throat, “I must say, I was surprised you had requested an appointment with us. We recently read about your tomb discovery and thought it was fascinating. If I may ask, what brings you to Japan?”

“Thank you, I’m glad my work interested you. I just wanted to talk a few things over, well, both of us did.” You smiled.

“Both of us?” Enji asked skeptically.

“Oh! Yes, I brought my husband with me, he’s outside waiting in the hall. I only listed my name on the appointment reservation, so I wasn’t sure if he could come in with me.” You laughed.

“Ah, yes, of course. That’s fine. Please, go grab him if you’d like.” Shouto smiled. You thanked him and walked to the door, peeking out to wave Dabi inside.

He strolled in, and you could feel the air shift to something sinister as he threw off his disguise.

Enji was the first to react, shooting up from his chair.

“How is it that you’re here?” Enji demanded, making Dabi laugh.

“I could say the same to you, old man.” Dabi sneered.

You backed away from the three to the far side of the room beside the door, making sure you could escape easily if it was needed. Though you didn’t want to, you’d keep your promise if things got out of hand.

“So, you’re finally here, big brother.” Shouto said, his tone bored.

“All thanks to you.” Dabi spat.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Enji said.

“Our dear Shouto has been pulling a lot of strings since his death, it seems. What I want to know, is why?” Dabi finished, directing his attention back to his brother.

“You ruined it all. You and your group of scum. So I talked to the gods, Set, Shu and Tefnut, and asked them for guidance on rebuilding our once great society. They were kind enough to help.” Shouto told him.

“Funny, Osiris and Neith were more than willing to bring me back as a favor to them just to stop you.” Dabi laughed.

“I’m aware. They warned me of your possible resurrection long ago. It’s why I had your tomb designed the way I did. Why I sacrificed a finger to keep you from returning to the afterlife if you actually did manage it, but I’ve got to say, I’m surprised you found a way back and tracked us down. I’m almost impressed.” Shoto smirked.

“You’re a real piece of shit, you know that.” Dabi growled.

“I didn’t want it to be like this. You were the one who came after us. I’m just trying to fix what you broke.” Shouto said, a glare prominent on his face.

“You keep telling yourself that. You’re just a pawn to him,” Dabi laughed, pointing to his father, “this was never what you wanted. This was what HE wanted. You’re still just following in his shadow. I gotta say, I didn’t think you’d be the one behind it. The old man, I get. But you, that was unexpected.”

“I just want a peaceful world where everything is in order. I’m not like you, making chaos, ruining lives, and in your spare time off playing house. What is that woman to you? A tool? Leverage? Will you just throw her away when your satisfied?” Shouto said, motioning to you.

“Don’t even fucking look at her. She’s not some petty tool. She’s my wife. She will be here long after you, both her and our child!” Dabi roared at him. You could feel the heat filling the room and swallowed thickly. There was silence. Something changed.

Shouto’s eyes wandered to you, he held your gaze for a moment, and then his eyes shifted to your stomach. Your hands wrapped around it instinctively as your heart skipped a beat.

“You’re unfit to be a father. After you pass, well make sure to help raise the child properly. Your “wife” will be well taken care of.” Enji said, breaking his silence as he stepped toward you. Dabi was quick to react.

“Stay the fuck away from her!” He yelled, blue flames igniting from his skin. Your eyes widened as you took in the beautiful fire before you. He truly looked like a god, an untouchable being, and you were in awe. You understood finally the gift he was given by the gods. The power he was handed.

The fire washed over Enji, as Dabi tackled him to the floor. He beat him, and you could do nothing but stand there and watch as Dabi’s fists connected with his face repeatedly.

It was violent and you wanted to look away, but you were rooted to the spot, frozen in shock. Your heart hammered in your chest as you watched the puddle of blood form around Enji’s head. Smelled the burning of his skin.

You were snapped out of your trance by a harsh tug to your arm.

“Hey, we gotta go!” Keigo whispered beside you, his other hand gripping the gun on his belt as he watched the scene before him unfold. You ripped your arm back.

“I can’t leave him. Not now. I have to stay.” You said, your voice cracking with every word. You knew Keigo was right, you promised you would leave if things got bad. Your mind was screaming for you to follow him out that door to safety, but your body wouldn’t move.

“Look, I’m sorry. I warned Shouto. I’m so sorry, I didn’t know this would happen, but we have to leave! Now!” Keigo said, his eyes watering as he pulled on you desperately.

“You...you did what!? How could you!?” You yelled shoving him. But his focus wasn’t on you anymore. You tried to turn, but Keigo grabbed your face and held it to look at him.

“Stop it, what are you-“

BANG. BANG.

Everything stopped. Tears fell from your eyes at the sound. You threw his hands from your face and whipped around, finding Dabi bleeding on the floor, his body stilled and unmoving.

“NO!” You screamed, running to him. You dropped beside him and pressed your hands to the wounds on his chest. The blood seeped between your fingers as you sobbed, begging him to stay.

Shouto stood back, putting his gun away, and watched you with a sad look on his face. He knew it would destroy you, that it would break your heart, but he knew it had to be done. He was regretful that you had gotten involved. That another innocent person was pulled into this war. You were just collateral damage.

Keigo approached your weeping form slowly, and rested his hand on your shoulder, trying to offer some form of comfort.

“I’m sorry, kid. He’s gone.” He whispered.

“But he can’t go back! He can’t die, he doesn’t have anywhere to go! And I need him! The baby..” You choked on your words and cried harder.

“The baby!? Oh...oh my god..” Keigo paled as his eyes shifted to Shouto.

“What the fuck did you do? You never said-“

“I didn’t know. It wouldn’t have changed anything...but for what it’s worth, I really didn’t know. I’m sorry.” Shouto said, cutting Keigo off, his voice solemn.

“You’re sorry.” Your cold stare landed on the man before you. “You’re sorry?” You repeated, a hoarse laugh falling from your lips as you pushed yourself up from the ground.

It happened in a split second, before you could even process what you were doing. Something snapped. Your hand grabbed the gun from Keigo’s holster and you aimed it at Shouto.

“You will be.” You said, and then pulled the trigger.

Shouto’s body toppled to the floor, lifelessly. A fatal shot. The door burst open behind you, and you heard the chaos immediately, the yells. They screamed to drop your weapon. The police, you recognized through the fog that clouded your mind.

You heard Keigo plead behind you, telling you to listen. Telling them to stop. To wait. But they didn’t.

You turned toward them, gun lowered but still in hand, and that was enough. You heard the shots, but you didn’t feel them. You were somewhere else. Somewhere far away.

You watched yourself fall to the ground, felt your body hit the floor. Within and outside of yourself simultaneously. And you smiled.

“Can you hear me!?” Keigo screamed beside you, “Stay with me!” He cried. Your eyes opened to take in his tear stained face.

“And never have I felt so deeply at one and the same time so detached from myself and so present in the world.” (Albert Camus). Your mind repeated the quote that you knew by heart, and it had never resonated more than it did now, in this moment.

And then, you closed your eyes.

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You awoke on the floor of Dabi’s tomb with a splitting headache. You groaned, pushing yourself up as you spit the sand and dirt from your mouth and wiped off your clothes. Your brows furrowed in confusion. Had you just fallen and hit your head? Was it all some crazy dream? Your clothes were the same as when you had first found the tomb.

Tears fell from your eyes as you realized it had all been some fabricated story your mind made up. Your heart broke all over again. It had felt so real.

Saddened, you made your way up to the main chamber, your eyes taking in every inch of the tomb, fingertips tracing each wall you passed. As you neared the exit, your name carved into the wall caught your attention. Your heart raced, pounding in your chest as you took off to the doorway. You rushed outside to confirm your thoughts, you needed to make sure it was real. You needed it to be real.

It had worked. It had brought you to him. This was the afterlife, his afterlife.

Your face widened into a smile as you looked around at the ancient buildings, newly built.

“You about ready to go home, princess?” A voice called behind you.

He sat atop a camel, his white kilt, his golden jewelry and elaborate belt. The same as when you had first met him. The only difference was the bundle in his arms, the small hands that reached out from behind the cloth.

You ran to him, to your husband, the love of your life. He reached down to pull you up onto the camel and into his lap.

“Is this...?” You asked, your eyes taking in the baby cradled against his chest. He smiled and nodded.

“Our daughter.” He whispered, pressing his forehead to yours.

“Will she always be a baby? Can she grow up here?” You asked, taking your child from Dabi to plant kisses on her smiling face.

“No, she’ll grow. The afterlife is a continuation. It picks up where your world ends. Though she will never die, she will age. She will be healthy and happy, and with us.” He answered, his arms encircling you and your daughter, placing a kiss on your forehead and then on hers.

You smiled, as tears of joy welled in your eyes. You kissed Dabi, whispering I love you as he started off toward home.

Home. You were home.

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The Tomb (Dabi x f!Reader) - Part Six

A/N: As always, thank you all for the love and support. I appreciate all of your feedback and hope you like this part. If you’d like to be added to the taglist, just let me know!

WARNINGS: Cursing/Swearing

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Christmas was two weeks away, so you spent much of your time teaching Dabi about your world, hoping that when he was around your family, nothing would seem amiss. You figured everything would be fine as long as he had a general understanding of most things, though you doubted they’d believe he was a reanimated corpse from ancient times, anyways.

He had handled himself just fine with your team at work, even befriending a few of them. However, the topics that were brought up mainly revolved around the tomb or daily life, and Dabi at least was a bit more familiar with the culture there than here.

Your story would be that he worked on your team and was rather new. He had a vast knowledge on the ancient times, and so you had met while calling him in to help deciphering artifacts and old text.

By this point, he had a decent enough inventory of topics he could speak on fairly well. It wasn’t great, but your parents only knew the basics of conversation in the language, so hopefully you could pass it off as communication errors and use the excuse of language barriers to translate for him.

In the meantime, though, you tried to teach him as quickly as you could. Television helped a lot, he spent a good amount of time flipping through channels and trying to absorb what he saw, asking questions as he went.

While he did that, you kept yourself busy buying him Christmas presents. You had explained the holiday to him, and he had seemed happy about it, though he knew he wouldn’t be able to reciprocate much. You had stashed the gifts for him in your spare room, excited for his first Christmas.

You let him decorate the house with you, and you were glad to see him having fun with it. You had been very entertained when you plopped a Santa hat on his head and he looked in the mirror, seeming almost offended by it. But moments later, he was running around the house with it on, continuing the tasks you had given him without a care in the world. He had even thrown out a “Ho ho ho!” when he brought you garland from the other room, but he had stomped away, his face flushed, when you had doubled over laughing at the unexpected catchphrase.

On Christmas Eve, you had dressed him up in warm clothes and dragged him from the house and into town. Dabi was adjusted to the cold from the desert nights, but he was still thankful for the warm layers you wrapped him in.

He hid the bottom of his face in a scarf, the rest of his damaged skin covered other than under his eyes. He felt better that way. When he was alone with you, he felt confident. You looked at him like he was perfect. Flawless. But the stares he got when he left the house made him uncomfortable. It wasn’t fear like he had become accustomed to, but rather pity and sadness. He hated it.

You led him to a horse drawn carriage they had set up in the town square. Since it was Christmas Eve, it wasn’t too busy out, and you were thankful to be able to get in quickly.

You climbed in first and Dabi made himself comfortable at your side, his arm wrapping behind your back to hold you close to him. He thought the small lights that decorated the trees were beautiful, making them look like they were full of stars, as was the pond that reflected them, that the carriage circled. He had never felt so relaxed. He spent his whole life fighting to survive, but the time you were in seemed like it held no real threats or danger.

The society he remembered had crumbled and the world had moved on. It satisfied him to know there had been change.

As the ride came to an end, Dabi got out and helped you down. You held hands as you pulled him over near a small cafe stand and grabbed you both some hot chocolate. You had learned that Dabi loved it, and aside from wine, it was a very requested drink with him.

You passed by small shops in the town square, Dabi was looking at the world around you while you window-shopped. You had finished all of your shopping, and the food to bring to your brothers for Christmas dinner was already made.

You felt Dabi still and his grip tightened on your hand. Your attention was dragged away from the shop windows and you saw his eyes wide in amazement.

You followed his gaze to see what had surprised him when you began cheering, excitement bursting though you.

“Look Dabi! It’s snowing!” You exclaimed while throwing your hands up, all but skipping out into the snow and giving a little twirl.

Dabi laughed at your childlike behavior, but followed you out from the covers hanging over the store fronts to feel the snow on his skin. He held his hands out, feeling the frozen droplets against his warm palms. You hummed as you spun around, your tongue peeking out to catch the snowflakes on it, and Dabi felt his chest tighten, something he noticed would happen now almost every time he looked at you. You stopped spinning and your eyes landed on him, bright with mirth, as you grinned.

Dabi wasn’t very sentimental, really. He had very few times in his life that he would consider carefree. However, these small moments with you, full of joy and warmth, he would forever keep in his heart.

You ran to him and hugged him, pressing against him as you babbled on about luck and a white christmas. While he wasn’t completely sure of what you meant, he could see that you were happy, so he figured it must be good.

You finished the walk home, getting inside and tugging off your coat to replace it with a soft knit blanket that you threw over both you and Dabi as you sat together on your sofa. The silence was comfortable, and you relaxed into his side just enjoying being with him, until you glanced up and saw the clock on your wall. You decided that you had waited long enough.

“Hey Dabi, you remember how I told you that you give gifts on Christmas?” You asked, and he nodded.

“Okay, good! I’ll be right back, you wait here!” You said giggling as you flung the blanket off of you and sprang up from the couch to run upstairs.

Dabi sat, still cozy underneath your blanket, waiting for you. A few moments later, he watched you come back down the stairs, pretty and colorful bags filling your hands. You sat them on the ground at his feet. His eyes were wide as he realized all of these were the ‘presents’ you had mentioned, and that they were probably all for him. His eyes flicked to your reddened face.

“Is it too much? It’s too much, isn’t it?” You groaned, your hands cupping your cheeks in embarrassment.

Dabi shook his head at you, a smile reaching his lips that he couldn’t stop.

“Is this...all for me?” He asked, his voice barely a whisper.

You nodded eagerly, pulling gifts from the bag to sit beside him and push into his hands.

You watched him as he held the gifts, twisting and turning them in his hold, admiring the paper and ribbons that decorated them. You had definitely went a bit overboard, but your family didn’t exchange presents, so you weren’t too concerned with the cost. Beyond that, it was Dabi’s first Christmas and you wanted him to have a good time. He didn’t have a lot of possessions, coming to your world with nothing, and he usually wasn’t overly accepting of gifts on a normal basis. You had tried many times to get him to pick things out for himself, but he would always shrug it off, saying he was fine. He only really asked for things he needed, and those requests were rare. But this was a holiday, an occasion where you were meant to give and receive. Surely, he would allow you to spoil him just this once.

He started opening the gifts, working his way through the pile, holding each item delicately as if it were porcelain.

At the end, you took and discarded all of the wrapping paper, taking it to your trash can in the kitchen. When you turned around, you found Dabi standing close behind you.

“Did I do okay? Do you like them?” You asked hopeful, but nervous.

Dabi pulled you to him and kissed you deeply. His hands held you firm against him, the action warming your heart and making your stomach flutter.

He pulled back slightly to whisper a “yes” and “thank you” against your lips before leaning in again.

You hoped the dinner with your family would go just as smoothly.

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The next morning, you woke up alone. You rubbed your eyes and groaned, pushing yourself out of bed and going to search for Dabi.

You found him at your kitchen table, hunched over, blocking whatever he was doing from your view.

“Good morning.” You mumbled, walking closer as his head whipped up to look at you over his shoulder.

“Stay there.” He demanded and faced forward again.

You were too groggy to argue, holding up your hands in defeat as you leaned against the door frame, watching his back as you yawned.

A few minutes later, he stepped to the side and turned to stare at your face. He looked apprehensive but excited, and you held a poker face as you stared at a torn up trash bag, some scraps of wrapping paper, and a discarded bow in a pile on the table.

You looked at him, but his expression hadn’t shifted, other than the small hint of worry that had appeared.

You looked back at the table and stepped forward, glancing down at the mess and furrowed you’re brow, the gears turning in your half asleep and foggy mind. Was this...a present?

You looked to him from the side and then reached for the gift, pulling the pile apart. You found one of your picture frames face down on the table, but when you picked it up and turned it towards you, you saw he had replaced it with a photo that you two had taken shortly before leaving the excavation sight.

It was a picture of you sitting on the steps of the tomb. You were laughing, with Dabi behind you, his arms around your waist and his chin plopped on top of your head, shooting a goofy grin at the camera.

Your gaze softened at it and your thumb stroked the glass over his face as you smiled gently. Dabi sighed in relief at your reaction, the tension leaving his shoulders as he relaxed, glad that you were happy with it.

He didn’t go into town without you. Between too many unfamiliar things and the language barrier, it would be too hard for him he figured, but after you had given him so much last night, he wanted to give you something in return.

One of the diggers you worked with had developed the photo and given it to him on the day of your departure, and he had held onto it, waiting for a good time to give it to you.

You turned to him, pulling him into a hug as your head rested against his chest, holding him tight in your embrace. You leaned up to kiss his nose, and then brushed your lips across his cheek.

“Thank you, I love it.” You whispered in his ear, and he felt his heart speed up as blood rushed to his cheeks. He closed his eyes, pressing himself tighter against you. His nose burrowed in the crook of your neck, and he kissed your skin softly.

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Soon you were both getting ready, and then loading your car to head to the family dinner.

Dabi noted how sour your mood had become, the way your shoulders were tense as you drove, knuckles white gripping the steering wheel.

“You don’t want to go.” Dabi commented. It didn’t sound like a question, but you answered anyways.

“No. Well, it’s not that. It’s just...weird, I guess. I’m excited to see them, but at the same time, it’s always like I’m an outsider. Which, I get it. I’m gone a lot. But it always just feels awkward. Plus, everyone is coming this year, so I just know something is going to happen. When everyone is under one roof, there’s bound to be at least one argument. Hopefully, this year they get off my back about marriage at least.” You finished with a laugh. Dabi nodded.

“Youll be able to tell them that soon you’ll be my wife.” Dabi agreed, his tone very matter-of-fact, but his words still made you flush.

“Yeah, I can tell them that.” You said softly, your expression tender.

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Dabi was glad when the car finally came to a stop. Driving made him nauseous, and he hated that it was so frequent here in this time.

You grabbed the food from the backseat, and made your way up the street to your brothers house, Dabi following behind. He stood off to the side, nervous hands pulling at his sweater as you knocked on the door. You heard muffled yelling and a second later, your brother answered, throwing open the door to step out and pull you into a hug.

“Well, look who finally decided to come for a visit. About time you got here. Everyone’s inside. Oh, and I brought my friend too, the one from college who always thought you were cute.” He laughed as he pulled back, only then noticing Dabi standing off to your side.

“Oh, uh...who’s this?”

“Dabi, my fiancé.” You smiled, your head tilting to the side as you beamed and your brother choked.

“Your WHAT?” He gawked.

“You heard me, didnt mom tell you I was bringing someone?” You laughed, lifting a brow skeptically.

“No...but I mean...he’s so....really? HIM?” He asked, looking Dabi up and down, his face grimacing.

“Yes, him.” You sneered back, stepping beside Dabi, bracing the food in one hand so the other could reach out and grab his, intertwining your fingers together.

Your brother looked between the two of you before he sighed and rubbed his face. He offered a greeting to Dabi, and you informed your brother about the language barrier. He groaned out a hello so Dabi could understand, and then quickly turned to go inside.

Dabi’s nerves were shot. He couldn’t understand the verbal interaction that had just taken place, but he already knew how it went. The body language and facial expressions were enough to tell him exactly what your brother thought of him, and he anticipated he’d get the same reaction from the rest of your family.

He was torn between wanting to leave before it got worse, and the desire to march you inside and bend you over the table, giving your family a show while rubbing it in their faces that he was who you wanted, just to spite them.

He was torn from his dilemma as you squeezed his hand, your finger rubbing his knuckles in both an apology and an attempt at comfort, as you led him inside. He clenched his jaw, but allowed himself to be pulled along behind you.

The rest of your family greeted you, running up to get hugs and kisses, telling you how much they had missed you and how beautiful you looked. One by one, you saw their expressions falter as they noticed Dabi behind you, all offering similar reactions to the one your brother had given. They were just so rude. So unapologetically rude. You felt the anger stirring in you, but tried to calm it, hoping it was just from shock, but that the rest of the evening would get better.

After the awkward greeting with your family, Dabi had found a seat by himself, and your brothers cat had immediately climbed into his lap. He said he’d be fine while you dropped the food off in the other room, shooing you away while his gaze wandered down to the cat, a lazy grin on his face. You figured it would be okay, as your family seemed content to avoid him, so you gave a weak smile and nod, telling him you’d be right back, before heading out of the room. You made your way to the kitchen, setting the tray of food on the counter. You sighed, trying to force the negativity from you as you took a moment to just breathe. A hand rubbed your back and your head quickly turned, seeing your brothers friend behind you.

“Don’t beat yourself up, babe. It can only get better from here, right?” He offered, his tone nonchalant.

“Hello to you to, Keigo.” You sighed, stepping away from him, trying to put some distance between the two of you.

You folded your arms across your chest as you stared at him, leaning your hip into the counter. You didn’t have anything against him, in fact, he was probably the only friend of your brothers that you had ever gotten along with. But, he was a shameless flirt, and as charming as he could be, you just weren’t in the mood to deal with it right now.

“Your brother didn’t mention you were bringing a date. I’m not going to lie, I’m a little crushed.” He pouted, putting his hand over his heart.

You rolled your eyes, pushing yourself off the counter and heading for the door.

“Well, guess that’s how it goes. You win some and you lose some, right?” You shrugged. Just as you reached the door, about to push it open, he called out.

“Hey, if you change your mind or your...whatever he is, doesn’t work out,” he started, sauntering up behind you until he was pressed against your back, “just know I’m here.” He finished, his hot breath sweeping across your neck.

“Don’t hold your breath, bird brain.” You scoffed, pushing open the door.

Keigo chuckled behind you, following you out as he muttered the word “feisty”. You held back the urge to roll your eyes again as you made your way over to Dabi.

He looked up and smiled as you approached.

“At least someone here likes me,” he commented as his hand stroked the cat sleeping peacefully in his lap.

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Dinner was tense. Your father and his wife stayed silent for the most part, making offhanded comments to themselves, casting quick glances between you and Dabi.

Your brother and Keigo tried to make small talk with the family, pretty much ignoring Dabi entirely.

Your mother just gawked the whole time at him, flinching every time their eyes met.

Your step father and half-siblings were really the only saving grace.

Your stepfather tried to talk with Dabi using the bits of the language he knew, and what he couldn’t say, he asked you about. How you had met, work, your plans. Dabi was thankful for him. Your half-siblings lacked boundaries, asking Dabi a lot of things he couldn’t understand, but they chatted away to him without a care in the world. When they noticed his confused face, they’d pull imagines up on their phones or try to gesture things to him. He was just as lost, but he’d smile and nod just to get them to continue, welcoming the distraction.

Eventually, Dabi asked to go to the bathroom and you pointed him in the direction. You offered to go with him, but he shook his head, telling you he would be right back.

The second he was gone, everyone’s eyes were on you.

“What?” You asked, your mouth full of mashed potatoes.

“Look, we all know you’ve been away from home, you’re single and lonely, I’m sure. And I know I’ve been pressuring you for a while to be with someone, but, you know, it doesn’t have to be just anyone.” Your mother said dryly, taking a sip of wine.

“Me being with him has nothing to do with you.” You frowned, not liking where this was going.

“Come on, sis. Keigo’s got money, he’s got looks and charm. Rumor has it that he’s great in bed, too.” You brother threw out with a wink.

“You date him them.” You shot back with a glare.

“He came all this way to see you, and you’re not even gonna spare him a glance?” Your brother chided, with Keigo awkwardly waving to you from beside him, a lopsided smile gracing his face.

“Why would I? I’m with Dabi. He makes me happy, and he’s a good guy. I get that you guys are shallow, but he’s who I want.” You sneered, anger boiling inside that you were struggling to hold back once more.

“Oh come on. You want HIM? I can hardly look at him, I don’t know how you could stand waking up every morning to that.” Your fathers wife chimed in.

“I don’t really care what you can and can’t stand looking at, you frigid bitch.” You snapped, seeing red.

Your father raised from his seat.

“You will not speak to your mother that way, and you will stop this foolishness. You are not going to continue playing around with that boy. Send him back to wherever he came from, because it’s over.” Your father spoke sternly.

“First of all, that lady isn’t my mother. I hardly even know her. Second, Dabi isn’t going anywhere.” You said, rising from your seat as well.

“You will not be with him. I will not allow it. I forbid it!” Your father yelled, his face red as the veins stood out on his forehead and neck.

“Like hell you do! I’m going to marry him and there’s nothing you can say or do to stop me!” You yelled back.

“You’re not marrying that boy and that’s final!” He growled back.

“I can and I will! I’ll be damned if any of you are going to tell me how to live my life!” Your fist smashed down onto the table, shattering your glass beneath it as you shouted.

“If you don’t stop this right now, consider yourself disowned!” Your father spit out, his heated gaze on your face. The rest of your family was quiet, shooting glances between the two of you.

“Well that’s fine by me! If you really cared about me, you’d want me to be happy.”

“I do want you to be happy. We all do. That’s why I won’t allow you to throw your life away on that charity case.” You father said, rubbing his temples.

“You don’t even know him! You hardly even know me!” You called back exasperated, unsure if you wanted to laugh or cry. You were in hysterics, waving your bleeding hand as you spoke. You mom stood, drawing your attention away from your father as she gave her opinion as well.

“Honey, I love you and I want you to be happy. You’re my baby and I want what’s best for you, but that man...Dabi...he’s just so...so damaged. I just can’t understand why you are so dead set on being with him.” She spoke softly, but her tone sounded like she was scolding you and you hit your breaking point. You screamed.

“Because I love him!”

You had failed to notice that Dabi had returned, paused in the doorway listening. On your last sentence, you had unknowingly yelled in your second language, providing Dabi with the only words exchanged that he could understand.

He didn’t know what was said before, but he could guess. He decided then that he hated your family. Partly, because they had judged him so harshly, but also because he’d never seen you so worked up. So angry.

You turned away from them and your eyes landed on Dabi. You marched from the table, grabbing his hand as you led him outside. He couldn’t lie, he felt a twisted sense of pride. You’d fought for him, challenged your family for him. You had bled for him. It was the first time you had said you loved him.

You wanted him just as much as he wanted you. He would burn the world to ash if you asked him to. You were his, and he was yours. In his life, he had never known love, but he knew it now. It was you.

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The drive home was silent. You had shifted from anger to something else. Disappointment? Maybe. Sadness? A bit.

You were hurt. Stunned by the cruel reactions from your family. You imaged some friction, sure. But not like that. This was something else entirely.

What was supposed to be a happy day had turned sour, and you were bitter.

When you pulled into your driveway, you shut off the car and just leaned back and sighed, closing your eyes. You felt warmth on your thigh, and cracked open an eye to see Dabi resting his hand there for comfort, while he blankly stared out the window at the snow covered ground.

“I’m sorry.” He said, his voice low. The silence had given him enough time to think on it. His pride fading when he realized your relationship with your family, that was already strained, was now probably permanently damaged because of him.

“No, don’t apologize. You did nothing wrong. I’m sorry. I am so sorry, Dabi. You didn’t deserve any of that.” You said, voice cracking as you rested your hand atop his.

He looked at you and saw the tears in your eyes, along with the few that escaped down your cheeks. He wondered how many more you would shed for him. Because of him.

You got out of the car and made your way inside. He followed you to the bathroom, and you climbed into the bath together, where Dabi just held you for a while. He had no real experience comforting someone, but he figured if he was going to try for anyone, it was you.

When you got out, you both put on pajamas and headed down to the living room to watch a movie.

When it ended, you untangled yourself from him and the blanket was quickly thrown off of you as you pushed yourself up from the couch to stand, a faint “oh, i almost forgot” leaving you as you scurried off.

You returned a moment later holding a small rectangular box, much like the ones he had found in your room that held your jewelry. You held it out to him, a small smile painted on your face. He took it carefully and you plopped down beside him on the couch again.

You leaned into his shoulder as his hands roamed over the box.

“It’s another Christmas gift.” You said softly. He paused.

“No, you’ve already given me enough.” He said holding the box out to you stubbornly.

You gently pushed it back towards him.

“Open it.” You said.

He sighed, pulling off the lid to stare at the contents of the box with confusion.

“I don’t know what this is.” He said, picking it up and inspecting it.

“I’m pregnant.” You whispered, hiding your face in his shoulder. His whole body stiffened, his eyes glued to the white stick he held in his hand.

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The Tomb (Dabi x f!Reader) - Part 7

A/N: Sorry for the slow update, was a bit busy this past weekend with the holiday. I hope all of you who celebrated had a happy thanksgiving! Thank you all for the love and support. Let me know what you think!

WARNINGS: NSFW, 18+, smut

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The words rang through his head a few times before they finally registered. When they did, he quickly turned to you, looking for any signs that you were lying. All he found was your eyes bright with joy and a warm smile stretching across your face.

He was on you in a second. His hand gripped your chin as his lips pressed against yours. He pushed your legs apart and placed himself between them, wanting to be as close to you as possible. You moaned into the kiss, your lips parting for him on instinct.

Visions of you danced through his mind again, heavily pregnant with his child. He gripped the bottom of your shirt, breaking the kiss to pull it over your head and toss it to the floor. His hands roamed gently down your sides, leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake, until they reached your hips. His thumbs rubbed circles into them, while your hands slid beneath his shirt, exploring the skin of his torso. You pulled his shirt up and off of him slowly, your eyes gliding across the expanse of his chest.

His face looked so serious, his expression giving nothing away, but his eyes told you everything. They were wild, glowing with lust as they focused on you. As you held his gaze, they softened, and all you could see was warmth. Happiness.

Your hand reached up and cupped his cheek, and his eyes closed at the contact, leaning into your touch. Your thumb brushed his scarred lip, and he placed his hand over yours, holding it there. He kissed your thumb, and then he pulled your hand back to kiss your wrist, your arm, your shoulder.

He buried his face in your neck, forcing his chest against yours, as his breath came out in heavy pants. He kissed along the column of your throat while his hands grabbed the rim of your pajama bottoms. He leaned back and tugged on them, and you raised your hips, lifting your legs and letting him remove the material from you. They were tossed away, joining your shirt somewhere on the floor. You pulled on the waistband of his pants, your grip tight as you lowered them as much as you could. Your focus left his lower half to instead search for his eyes, finding them already staring at you, heavy lidded. He quickly discarded his pants and found his place between your thighs once more. He rubbed himself between your wet folds, the skin of his member scalding hot. Every time it grazed your clit, your thighs twitched, squeezing him between them.

His arousal was at its peak, burning through his veins. He didn’t know it was possible to want someone so much. To need someone so deeply, so completely. The way he needed you.

He placed gentle kisses along your breasts, feeling your heartbeat against his lips. He pulled himself back up, resting his forehead against yours when he placed himself at your entrance.

“I love you.” He whispered, your eyes locked together as he shoved his full length inside of you, burying himself to the hilt. You gasped, feeling yourself stretch around him so suddenly. He kissed you, and then nudged your head to the side so he could place his lips at your ear, resting them against your lobe as he drew himself back.

“I love you.” He repeated again, his voice hoarse and low. You moaned loudly as his hips slammed against yours, a slow pace, but he was hitting just the right spot. He carried on the same, his heated skin against yours. You were both covered in a thin layer of sweat as your bodies rocked together.

Each time he rammed inside of you he hit that same spot, sending jolts of pleasure though you, electricity beneath your skin.

“Fuck. I love you.” He grunted, his voice strained as he picked up his pace. His hand reached down, rubbing your clit hard and fast, and you were lost to the sensation of his touch. His lips trailed down from your ear, kissing along your throat to your collar bone.

“I love you. I love you too! So much!” You gasped loudly, the words echoing against the walls of the room.

“You’re mine.” He growled, hips snapping.

“Yes! I’m yours”

“You’re gonna stay with me- be my wife- fuck-”

“Yes-oh!” You groaned when he shifted your hips forward, lifting your legs to rest over his forearms, so he could press even deeper inside.

“I’ll fill you with my seed every day, that what you want, princess?”

“Please-yes Dabi!” Your breathy moan just about sent him over the edge. Your head rolled back, and he knew you were there.

“Cum for me. Cum on my cock.” He demanded, and you did.

He pulled you to lay flat on the couch, no longer propped up against its arm. He took one of your legs and placed it up on his shoulder as he straddled your other thigh.

You were turned partially on your side, completely open and exposed to him. He placed one hand on the cushion next to you to brace himself, while the other wrapped around your leg, keeping it still against his chest. He thrust into you, his pace quick and steady, and you cried out at the feeling.

“You feel so good, baby.” He moaned, one hand moving to hold your ankle while he placed nips and kisses along your calf, while the other went back to rubbing and pinching your clit.

“Shit. You’re so tight, princess. You’re gonna-fuck-you’re gonna make me cum. Is that what you want? You want me to cum in your tight little cunt?” He growled biting his lip, his hips losing their rhythm as he drew near his release.

“Yes! Please, Dabi. I need you. Please!” You begged, your voice raw and cracking as you cried out. Dabi burrowed himself inside of you, pressing in as far as he could, and came. You felt so full and you couldn’t stop the lazy smile that stretched across your face. His hand traced gentle circles on your stomach, and you held onto your smile as sleep started creeping up on you.

He pulled out and collapsed behind you, holding you against him, trapping you between the couch and his chest. You had never felt so safe. So happy. You drifted to sleep quickly to the even tempo of Dabi’s calming heartbeat and the relaxing feeling of his fingers trailing across your skin.

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The next week passed by quickly, things falling into their normal routine.

You mentioned wanting to go on a trip, and Dabi asked if you could go to Japan. You had never been there, and so you figured that would be fine. You wanted Dabi to enjoy his life, especially after his first go around, so you agreed without any hesitation.

Dabi almost felt guilty. He felt like he was lying to you. He did love you, with every fiber of his being, but there were things he couldn’t tell you. Not yet. Things he had to do. The reason he had sought to be alive again in the first place. He didn’t want you to know. To worry.

The stakes were even higher now. Not only did he want to protect you, but also his child. He needed to get to Japan, and he needed to keep you uninvolved. You and the baby were the only things in this world he cared about, and he was prepared to do whatever it takes to keep you safe.

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When you stepped off the plane, you smiled. You were excited to explore something new together. You figured Dabi had probably seen something on TV that had spiked his interest and it had drove him to want to come here, but he hadn’t said much so far. Either way, you were just happy to be here with him. No matter what you did or where you went, all that mattered to you was that he was by your side.

The first couple of days, you explored the area. Local shops and restaurants, seeing the recommended sights. Your hotel had a private onsen attached to your room, and you both had taken full advantage of that as well.

It was on the third day, as you walked through the city, that something finally peaked Dabi’s interest.

“Todoroki Agency” was all the sign said. You’d never heard of it, but it looked like some type of law firm or plain old office building.

“You want to check this out?” You questioned skeptically.

“No.” Dabi said, his gaze unwavering, never leaving the sign. You watched him, knowing that you were being lied to, just not understanding why. You debated pushing the issue, but Dabi walked off, pulling you along behind him, and you decided to let it go for now.

You ended up stumbling into a small festival, and wandered around there until the sun set. Then you made your way up to a hilltop, sitting alone together, watching fireworks light up the night sky.

“Hey Dabi?” You asked quietly, and he hummed in response.

“Say someone carved something into your tomb. Like now, after all of this time, what would happen?” You asked, trying to make your voice stay steady and calm.

“Hm? Why? You thinking about spending eternity with me?” He chuckled, shooting you a wink as his hand reached up, ghosting across your cheek, pushing stray hairs behind your ear.

“Something like that.” You mumbled, biting your cheek.

“Things that are added to the walls of the tomb are yours. I don’t think time changes that. If it’s marked, it will find you in the afterlife. Though, I don’t know how we’ll get you back in there, it seemed like they were getting it closed up when we left. I doubt you can just waltz back in-“

“No, it’s not that,” you cut him off, silencing him, “I already did that.” You waved your hand and he shot you an amused look.

“Oh? Did you now?” He pressed, leaning into your side with a smirk.

“When did you decide you wanted to spend forever with me?” He teased, fingers pinching your cheek. You huffed and smacked his hand away, turning your head to the side to hide your blush.

“The last day I was in the tomb! I added my name to the wall...is that...is that okay?” You started off strong with a pout, but finished quietly, anxiety flickering inside.

He pushed you back to lay flat on the ground while he climbed over top of you. His gaze was gentle as he stared down, leaning in to kiss the tip of your nose and then brought his mouth lower.

“There is nothing that I want more than to have you with me. In this life and the next.” He whispered against your lips.

“What about the baby?” You said, your voice hushed.

“Once they are born, their name must be added to the tomb in order to come with us. The afterlife is linked to this one, a continuation, so once you have given birth, the child is no longer connected to your lifespan, and their name will have to be added. ” He said thoughtfully. He saw your brow crease with worry.

“We’ll figure it out, doll. Don’t worry your pretty little head about it.”

He placed a soft kiss on your forehead and then crawled backwards, gripping the bottom of your shirt and pushing it up to kiss your stomach as well.

You had tried many times to imagine him as some ancient warrior, attacking cities and taking lives, but moments like these made it so easy to forget. The soft kisses on your stomach, his gentle touch on your skin, his eyes so tender and raw, full of warmth and love. He was a big softie, at least for you.

Happiness looked good on him. You were glad you had been able to help give him that. He was more thankful for it than you could ever possibly know.

Dabi lifted his weight from you, leaning back into a sitting position. He offered a hand to you and pulled you up with ease.

A cold breeze rolled past the both of you as you sat together in silence. The festival had ended, and all that was left was a peaceful quiet. It was dark, no lights around other than what the moon offered to you. It cast a gentle glow onto Dabi, bathing his skin in shades of cool.

The hilltop you were sat on was a bit out of the way, and it was surrounded by trees. You had found a nice clearing at the top, and it had allowed you privacy.

Dabi stood, saying he was ready to head back to the hotel, but you weren’t. You reached out and grabbed his hand, stopping him.

“Wait! Just...not yet.” You bit you’re lip. He cocked a brow, watching you with interest.

“Alright, what do you wanna do then, princess?”

“You.” You said as your face flushed, though you doubted he could see it in the darkness. You didn’t know if it was the pregnancy, but your hormones had been crazy all day. All you could think about was him.

Your hands reached forward and undid his belt, before unbuttoning his pants. You pulled them, along with his boxers, down his thighs.

“Shit, it’s cold out.” He muttered to himself, reaching forward to give himself a few good pumps.

You pushed his hand away and took him into your mouth. Your eyes peered up, watching him throw his head back with a hiss. His hand made its way into your hair, pressing you further onto him.

Your tongue dragged against his length as you bobbed your head, feeling every vein as you went.

He turned his gaze back on you and grinned wickedly, forcing you as far on him as he could, making you gag around him. His hand in your hair tightened, and he moved his hips rapidly, fucking your face. You moaned at the feeling, drool leaking from the corner of your mouth. You pulled you head back with a cough, trying to send him a glare, though you knew it was probably too muddled with lust.

Dabi always took care of you, but for once, you wanted to be in control. You grabbed behind his knees roughly, making him stumble back and fall to the ground. He was sitting with his legs spread, leaning back bracing his weight on his palms.

“What the hell?” He grumbled, giving you a glare. You smiled, crawling forward between his legs while shooting him a sly smile and a wink.

Dabi raised his eyebrows and smirked as you slowly lowered yourself to take him back in your mouth. You pushed your lips to the base of his cock before pulling back up and off with a pop. You gripped him in your hand and pumped while sliding your tongue along the underside of his shaft.

“Taste good, sweetheart?” He grinned, and you moaned around him as you sucked his tip back between your lips. He thrust his hips upward only for you to press on his thighs, pushing them back to the ground.

You sat up and pulled off your coat, setting it beside you only for Dabi to grab it and slide it behind him, resting his palms against it rather than the cold ground.

You lifted your shirt, pulling it over your head and let it drop beside you. Dabi’s gaze was intense as he watched you.

You reached behind your back, unclasping your bra and letting it slide down your arms to the ground.

He reached forward, pinching one of your hardened buds between his fingers. He pulled, tugging your breast, and then releasing to watch it bounce.

You stood and kicked off your shoes, and then unbuttoned your pants and let them fall to your feet. Dabi leaned forward, his hands gripping your thighs and pulling you toward him. Your feet were planted on either side of his hips and he pressed himself between your legs, running his tongue along your covered slit. You moaned, and your hips bucked into his mouth.

“You’re feeling pretty bold today, huh?” He asked, before biting and sucking the skin of your inner thigh. You raked your fingers through his hair, and then tilted his head back up to look at you. You slid your hand down to his cheek and pressed your thumb between his lips. He flicked his tongue against it and bit it gently. You pulled your thumb away, dragging it against his lower lip, before stepping back and hooking your fingers in your panties, turning your back towards him as you swiftly pulled them down.

While you were bent over, you reached your hand between your legs, running your fingers along your wet folds and spread yourself open, before pulling your hand back. You turned and saw his face flushed as he watched, as if in a trance.

His reaction eased your rattled nerves. Your stomach had been doing flips, and you felt out of place trying to be provocative.

You sauntered back to him and sank to your knees over his lap. Your hand reached behind his head, gripping the hair above the nape of his neck, and you pulled his head back, forcing him to look up at you as your lips met his.

Your teeth pulled at his lip and your tongue pushed into his mouth, rubbing against his. You dropped your hips and rocked them on his throbbing erection and he moaned into your mouth. You couldn’t stop your smile, and he sucked your tongue into his mouth, biting it as he smiled back.

You reached between your bodies and grabbed him, and then lowered yourself onto him slowly. You moaned at the feeling of him stretching you, sliding down until he was completely sheathed inside of you.

Dabi kissed you gently, and then wrapped his arms around you in a tight embrace. His chin rested on your shoulder, and for a moment you were confused as to why he had switched gears, until he spoke.

“Play times over, doll.” He grunted.

His hands moved down to grab your hips with bruising pressure. He quickly leaned back and planted his feet on the ground, ramming his length feeling inside of you and he slammed his pelvis up. You yelped, your hands planted firmly on his chest to keep yourself steady from falling.

He plowed into you from below and you moaned loudly, caught off guard.

He pushed your weight to the side, rolling you beneath him as he grinned down at you, his eyes dark with mischief.

You bit your lip to keep quiet and pressed against his chest, trying to push him off of you. He grabbed your wrists in his hand and pinned them over your head.

“Dabi! Let me-ahhh-let me go!” You hissed in pleasure, squirming under him.

“Sorry, princess. No can do.” He grunted, pushing himself all the way inside and then grinding his hips.

You moaned loudly, about to argue when you were cut off by a voice in the distance.

“Hello? Is someone up there?”

You and Dabi froze, exchanging a look of panic.

“Hello?” The voice called again, and you could hear sticks breaking as they walked. They were close.

Dabi had released your hands and pulled out of you, and you quickly reached for your shirt, when Dabi’s firm grip on your arms stopped you.

He pulled you up so you sat with your back to his chest. You glanced back at him in confusion and caught the glint in his eye.

“Dabi, no!” You scolded in as quiet of a whisper as you could. You tried to wriggle from his grasp to no avail.

His hands reached under your thighs and lifted you, sliding you back onto his cock. His hands gripped your arms and held them behind your back, forcing your chest to stick out as he thrust into you again.

You could hear the footsteps getting closer and you bit your lip to stay quiet, praying no sounds would escape you.

Dabi slid his tongue along the rim of your ear, chuckling darkly as he whispered about being caught.

His hold on your arms forced your back to arch, your breasts pushed forward and jiggling with every thrust. Your face was flushed with embarrassment and your heart was pounding at both the fear and the thrill of being caught.

He released you and reclined back, keeping one hand on your hip to hold you to him.

You tried to stand but he swatted your ass and you dropped back onto him immediately as the sound of the smack rang into the night.

“Ride me. Just like that.” He whispered.

“But...what if he comes up here?” You hissed quietly.

“Don’t stop. Just keep going baby.” He said and you could hear the smile in his voice.

“Is anybody up there?” The voice called again as you slowly began moving. You leaned forward and Dabi reached his hands to spread your cheeks. You were about to try your luck at running when you were rewarded with Dabi’s low moan. You steeled you’re nerves and kept going, trying to block out the thought of the person walking up the hill.

“That’s right baby. Just like that.” Dabi whispered his quiet praise. You bounced and rocked on him, pressing yourself down so you could feel him deep inside of you. A moan slipped through your lips before you could stop it, and when you glanced up your eyes locked with a man in shock peering back.

You stuttered in your movements, your pace slowing.

“What did I say?” Dabi grunted. “Just keep going.”

And with that he took hold of your arms again and started his quick thrusting back into you. You were mortified, loud cries tumbling from your mouth as you shut your eyes.

You heard a quiet “oh.” And opened your eyes to see the man still watching with interest.

“Touch yourself.” Dabi demanded, letting go of one of your arms.

“He’s watching.” You whispered, your voice shaking.

“I don’t care. Don’t think about him. Think about me!” He growled. Your fingers moved to rub your clit, and it quickly became to much. You threw your head back in a silent scream as you came. When you looked forward, the man was gone, and Dabi cursed as you slumped exhausted.

He pushed you onto your hands and knees and reached around to rub your clit more as he fucked you from behind.

You cried out, tears falling from your eyes at the overstimulation, and your hips jerked with every movement.

“Almost there. Almost there baby. Fuck!” Dabi grunted as he finished. He leaned down, pressing his forehead against your back and panted.

Your arms shook under your weight, threatening to give out. Dabi pulled you back and you relaxed against him.

“You’re the worst.” You grunted and he laughed.

“You’re the one who stripped down on top of a hill.” He teased, peppering your cheek with kisses.

“I was trying to be sexy.” You pouted, and he nuzzled against your neck.

“You always are.”

You huffed, crossing your arms, red staining your cheeks.

“I love you.” He said with a smile kissing below your ear. You hummed, twisting in his hold and kissing his chin.

“I love you too, perv.”

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You made it back to the hotel with little issue, and stripped quickly to take a dip in the water outside. Dabi joined you, and you relaxed under the stars together for most of the night.

When you finished, you made your way inside and crawled into bed together. As you laid there, your head resting on Dabi’s chest, you thought back to the agency that had sparked an interest with Dabi.

“Hey.” You started, rolling on your stomach and propping yourself up on your hand.

“Hey.” Dabi said back, lifting his hand to brush the hair from your face.

“Why did you want to come to Japan?” You questioned, trying to keep your tone innocent. You saw something flicker in Dabi’s eyes, it happened so quickly you almost missed it.

“I saw it on TV, I thought it looked nice. Something we’d both enjoy.” He answered.

“Was there anything you wanted to do? I’ve just been dragging you around the whole time. I figure, we head back home in three days. If there’s something you want to do, we should do it soon.” You said with a smile, pressing a kiss to his chest.

He was tense, but he smiled back and nodded, breathing out a sigh and letting his body relax.

“Right now, I want to sleep. How about we make plans over breakfast? My treat.” He smiled. You rolled your eyes, snuggling back into his side.

“You don’t have any money.” You grumbled, and he laughed.

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You ordered breakfast from the hotels kitchen and ate in your room. You were laying on the bed naked while Dabi fed you fruits.

“This is a fantasy of mine.” You said with your mouth full.

“Is it?” He shot back amused.

“Mhmm. You’re like my peasant boy.” You grinned and Dabi snorted, shoving another grape in your mouth.

“Eat up, your highness.” He smirked.

You laughed as you chewed, rolling over to wrap your arms around Dabi’s waist as your head rested on the mattress beside him. His hand reached over and rubbed your back and you sighed, content.

“Did you think about what you want to do?” You asked, looking up at him.

“Yeah. The Tokyo Skytree. You want to go?” He asked.

“What is it?” You asked, sitting up beside him and leaning into his warmth.

“It’s a tower.” He said vaguely.

“Okay, I mean yeah, we can go. Anything you want.” You smiled, pressing a kiss to his cheek as you hopped off the bed to go get dressed.

You left shortly after, taking a train and walking the rest of the distance. When you arrived you stood in awe for a moment, it was so tall!

You read a plaque at the entrance, finding it was the tallest tower in the world. You smiled, grabbing Dabi’s hand and pulled him along with you.

Eventually, you reached the observation deck that was 450 meters high. You walked to the rails and looked out through the windows.

“So neat. I can see everything from up here.” You commented quietly. Dabi approached behind you, gripping the rails on either side of you and rested his head on yours. You leaned into him and he pressed a kiss to the crown of your head.

You both stood there, taking in the view for a while.

Eventually, you left and traveled around. You stopped at shrines and convinced Dabi to eat at a cat cafe. It was the cutest thing you had ever seen, and you snapped a lot of photos secretly.

At sunset, you held hands strolling aimlessly through the city. You had wanted to wait, but your mind was nagging at you that something wasn’t right, and it just wasn’t sitting well with you.

“Dabi, why did you want to come here?” You asked, worry gnawing at you.

“I told you, I saw something on-“

“No. The truth.” You said, cutting him off. He bit his tongue and then sighed, telling you he’d explain at the hotel.

The train ride was silent, and you made it back quickly and sat side by side in bed. Finally Dabi began.

“You remember how I told you that at the end, I killed my father and my brother killed me?”

“I do.” You said.

“They’re alive.” Dabi said, casting you a glance.

“Huh? How do you know?” You shot him a worried look.

“I caught wind of it in the afterlife. They found a way to be resurrected, and they came here. The Todoroki Agency is theirs. It was the reason I had wanted you to bring me back to this world when we first met.”

You sat silently for a moment. Processing. You didn’t question that Dabi loved you. You knew he did. You could understand why he had lied, you supposed. You figured he didn’t want to come here just to chat. His life was built around revenge, and he hated his father. You thought that the world would be a better place without that man in it. That he should have stayed dead.

“Okay, so what’s the plan?” You sighed, taking in Dabi’s look of shock.

“You’re not mad?” He asked bewildered.

“I’m not happy about the lying, but we’re here now and whatever you’re planning, there’s nothing I can do to stop you, right?” You asked, and he nodded, his brow furrowed.

“Then I’ll have to support you. So, what are we doing?” You asked again.

“No. There is no we. You’ll stay here while I deal with this.” He said, his tone firm as he stood from the bed.

“No way! I’m not letting you go alone, I’m coming-“

“No!” Dabi yelled, his fist hitting the wall beside him.

“You’re not getting involved.” He growled, and you swallowed the lump in your throat.

“I’m already involved!” You shot back and Dabi groaned, clutching his head with his hands.

“You’re not going to have any part in this.” He said, standing up and uncovering his face.

Your fists smacked the bed beside you.

“Why won’t you-“

“IM TRYING TO PROTECT YOU!” He yelled in your face, cutting you off.

“I don’t need-“

“YOU DO! You are pregnant with MY child. You are the only fucking thing that has ever mattered to me and I’m not going to risk losing you! I LOVE YOU.” Dabi yelled, his voice cracking. His eyes were bloodshot, and you knew if he could, he would be crying.

Your eyes watered in response, and you grabbed him, pulling him into you. Your arms held him tightly against you and you pressed kisses along his face while his hands clutched your sides.

“I can’t lose you.” He whispered and his chest heaved.

“What if you don’t come back? I can’t do this without you.” You said quietly, tears falling silently down your cheeks.

Dabi pulled back and looked at you. His hands cupped your face and his thumbs brushed away the tears.

“I’ll come back.” He promised, but you shook your head.

“You don’t know that!” You sobbed, shutting your eyes.

Dabi leaned his forehead against yours, his thumbs still stroking your cheeks. You placed your hands over his and opened your eyes, meeting his pained gaze.

“Please don’t leave me.”

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The Tomb (Dabi x f!Reader) - Part Five

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You stayed in the bath, soaking together for a while, until finally you decided it was time to actually bathe. You grabbed your wash cloth and lathered it with soap before turning to Dabi. Your hands were just as gentle as when you had rinsed the dirt from his skin, your touch light as a feather. You hummed happily, and Dabi smiled while watching you.

When you finished, you rinsed him, and Dabi sat back enjoying the attention. You knew he wasn’t fragile, but you felt compelled to care for him. Knowing the life he had led, all that he had endured, drove you to want to give him moments he could cherish. You didn’t know how everything would turn out, it was beyond your control, but right now while you had him here with you, you could give him this.

When you finished with him, you started on yourself as Dabi watched you with hungry eyes.

Your skin glistened and your face was so serene. He watched your hands roam across your body, leaving a trail of suds behind. He thought you were beautiful. You turned towards him with a smile, your bright eyes sparkling in the dim light. He couldn’t stop himself when his hands reached toward you. His feelings were torn between the overwhelming warmth he felt when he looked at you and the twisted desire that bloomed in his chest.

He didn’t know what to do with the tenderness you stirred in him, so he acted on his lust instead. He grabbed you, bending you over onto your hands and knees in the water and wasted no time in burying himself inside of you. His body leaned over yours, bracing himself with a palm on the wall as he thrust hard and deep.

Dabi was rough and dominating, the urge to own and ruin you taking a hold of him. His hand wrapped in your hair as he pushed your torso down, head under the water as he rammed into you. The suddenness and brief fear left your body tingling. Dabi pulled you back up and pushed you against the wall, water cascading down your body as you gasped for breath, the side of your face against cool tile. You pleaded for more, rolling your hips to try and impale yourself on him further. His chest pressed to your back as he whispered in your ear.

He told you that you were his, how you belonged to him and that he’d never let you go. How you take his seed so well, and that he would keep giving it to you until you were ready to give birth. How you were so needy for him, begging for his cock. That you wouldn’t be able to walk out of this bathroom when he was done with you.

You weren’t sure what part had pushed you to so close to your climax, but your orgasm hit hard and fast as he began pounding himself back into you.

He stilled and pulled you back with him, careful so he could remain within you while you sat in his lap.

He reached around with both of his hands, pulling your legs open farther so he could play with you breasts and pinch your clit. You threw your head back into his shoulder, a loud moan leaving you. Your hips were squirming and twitching, sensitive from overstimulation. He picked you up, his forearms placed beneath your spread thighs, and twisted your body to face the full length mirror hanging on the back of the bathroom door as he slowly stood.

Your eyes met his in your reflection before they trailed down your bodies. He tilted you back as he started to move, and you were transfixed watching his length disappear in you. You saw your flushed face and how your breasts bounced. Your hands wrapped behind you, around his neck. Your eyes fell closed when the pleasure got too intense, but he traced his tongue along your jaw and then spoke, his voice stern.

“Eyes open, doll. Watch me.”

You did as you were told, lifting your heavy eyelids and keeping your gaze on Dabi. You were vaguely aware of your voice crying out, but you were more focused on the soft grunts that Dabi exhaled in your ear. He brought you to another orgasm, and then filled you as you clamped down on him.

His arms shook under you, and slowly Dabi backed up to slide down the wall of the shower, letting you rest against him.

He kissed along your neck, leaving his marks upon your skin as he went. He pulled back and looked you over. Your damp hair was tangled, indents from his teeth still lingered on your throat, and your hips were bruised from his grip. Your eyes were shut and your chest rose and fell rapidly, still trying to catch your breath.

You were barely conscious, completely exhausted, and slouched in his hold, but all Dabi could think was how perfect you were.

Your legs were weak, and you were far too tired to stand, so he carried you to your bed, laying on the cot beside you.

You were sound asleep by the time you touched the mattress. His fingers traced down the side of your face, across your lips and down your chin. They made their way down your neck, and over your breast, giving a light flick to your nipple as they passed. You moaned as your legs slightly parted, and he laughed quietly to himself. You truly were his. Even in your sleep, you were responsive to his touch.

His fingers trailed down your stomach and between your lips. His eyes were dark as he grinned. You were still so wet, ready to take him again.

He climbed over you and lined himself up, slowly pushing himself inside as he lifted your legs. You whined in your sleep, your body sore, but he didn’t notice, too entranced with how it felt to watch himself push inside of you. Once he was all the way in, he rocked his hips slowly, his hands reaching forward to abuse your nipples until they were a bright red. He leaned down to put one in his mouth while the other was twisted and pulled between his fingers. His lips moved, traveling across to lay his claim on your body as much as he could.

He leaned back and admired the hickeys that now decorated the skin of your breasts. Soft whimpers left you as your hips moved on their own, grinding against him. His hand moving to rub your clit as he picked up speed.

Dabi kept on until finally he released in you again, his hand gently rubbing your stomach after. The thoughts of you carrying his child still plaguing his mind. He found it funny, something that he had never wanted, that had never even been a thought, was now one of his strongest desires. He let his mind wander for a little while longer, before he finally joined you in dreaming, succumbing to his own exhaustion.

You woke up to the sun shining directly onto your face and you groaned, from both the brightness as well as your body aching. You immediately noticed the marking covering your breasts, and a few more trailing down your stomach and thighs. You smiled and shook your head before looking to the side to see Dabi eyes still closed and his arm wound around you.

“Pervert.” You whispered groggily while stroking the hair back from his forehead, and then decided to rest a little longer as you let yourself drift back to sleep in his arms.

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You went back to work after that weekend, and Dabi was always at the apartment waiting for you to get home.

You finished with his tomb before the end of the season, and you were finally paid beyond the general funding.

It was as exciting as it was sad. On one hand, you had completed your project and now you could discover something new, but on the other hand, you always felt as if you left a piece of yourself behind with each finished job. This time especially, as Dabi’s tomb has been more than a piece of the past, it had been a new beginning.

On the final day you had access, you cleaned up and helped close off the tomb. Everyone else was turning in, leaving for the last time. You stayed behind waiting, and when you were alone, you added your name to the wall in hopes that it would be enough to lead you back here one day. Even if it didn’t, you figured it would be an amazing story to have, even if it was one you could never tell.

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After two seasons of working nonstop, you honestly were ready for some time off. Christmas was approaching, and usually you stopped home first and then spent the rest of your time elsewhere, just traveling and relaxing, before your work began again.

You talked it over with Dabi, and he agreed to go to your home with you, though he was apprehensive about eventually meeting your family. You assured him that it would be fine, though.

Your mother had been asking for years when you would settle down and bring home a man, this was the year you finally did. You figured she wouldn’t care who it was at this point, though you didn’t really think she would mind Dabi anyways. Your step father was missing a leg, so you figured they’d be sympathetic to his scars and could easily look past them. Your father was the one that you were on the fence about, but you couldn’t imagine him being rude, though you were sure he would have his own opinions.

A week later and you were boarded on a plane. Dabi was shaken at first, almost looking ill when he experienced the turbulence. You had pushed him to take the window seat, and once you were sailing smoothly through the air, he stared in awe at the ground far below you, his hand never leaving yours.

The world was so different now, so advanced. He couldn’t believe it. He never dreamed that he would one day be above the clouds.

You had tried to convince Dabi to get some rest, but he was adamant about staying awake, not wanting to miss anything. You smiled fondly at him, his eyes were bright with excitement as he looked between you and the world outside his window. Finally, the plane landed and you brought him to a cafe in the airport. You figured you could both grab a bite to eat while you waited for the cab you had called to arrive.

The cab came quick enough, and after you loaded your bags, you were off on the hour long drive it took to get back home. Both you and Dabi fell asleep, only to wake up as you pulled into your drive.

You paid the fare and grabbed your things while Dabi stood, his jaw open in disbelief. Your house was so big. He wondered for a moment if you were perhaps royalty, but then shook the thought from his mind as he remembered you explaining that your job paid well and that times were very different now.

You spent most of your time away, and as you were somewhat recognized in the world of archeology, you brought home a decent profit. It also helped that while you were off working, you tried to save as much as you were able.

He walked in the front door and looked at the high ceilings, the beautiful wooden floors, and all of your plush furniture. He thought back to his home in the afterlife and felt a wave of relief that your home was much nicer than his.

He didn’t mind his home, it was where he had grown up, where he and his siblings had been left, but he knew it wasn’t anything special. He had chosen it, putting it in the scenes of his tomb so it would be there with him when he died, but part of him always regretted it, wishing he had given himself a bit more. His home served as a reminder, who he was and where he came from, but he was more than willing to accept living with you. Your home was nice, it was warm and inviting. He welcomed the change.

You gave him a tour and he seemed happy with where he would be living. When you finally reached your room, he was quick to push inside and collapse on your bed.

You laughed, before making your way over to join him. You laid with your head on his chest as he hummed content.

Sleep was quick to start creeping up on you, and you snuggled into him further as you drifted off.

Dabi held you close, placing a kiss to your head and relaxed back into your pillows. He had known of his plans for a while now, but he had never expected you to be a part of this. A part of him.

When you had first shown up in the tomb, he had figured you would be a pawn to him, and that he would use you and then carry on. But somewhere in the time he had spent with you, you had grown on him. You mattered to him. You became his, and as he let himself think on it, he knew he was yours as well.

His mind finally let him join you in sleep, and that night he dreamt only of your face.

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The next day, Dabi helped you with unpacking. He didn’t have a lot to bring with him, so he finished putting his things where you had directed him rather quickly. When he opened one of your suitcases, he saw a small and battered bag, barely tied shut with a black ribbon.

“Hey doll, what’s this?” Dabi called out, inspecting the pouch in his hand. You walked up behind him to look.

“Oh! I found that when I was searching for your body. It was stuck in the cliff side, and I forgot to ask you about it. I brought it back to see if I could have it examined, it looks like it has bones from a finger inside of it.” You explained and Dabi stiffened. When you felt his body tense, your eyes shot to his face.

“Why? What’s wrong?” You asked, anxiously.

Dabi walked to your dresser and dumped the contents of the bag onto it. He inspected the bones and gems.

You followed, peering at everything laid out, noticing Dabi flip the bag inside out. There were symbols woven into the liner inside, and they matched those that you had found in his tomb.

“Does this have something to do with the seals?” You asked.

“It’s a curse.” He said, his tone dark.

“A curse!?” You began to panic. “What do you mean a curse?”

“Calm down.” He grunted in frustration, but his glare never left the pile in front of him. You tried to steady your now racing heart.

“Do you know anything about it?” You said in a hushed tone.

“Maybe. Can you tell anything about the bones?”

You picked them up, looking them over and laying them in their proper shape.

“Hmm. It looks like an adult index finger, I can’t be certain though.” You said and Dabi groaned, rubbing his hand through his hair in anger.

“Just perfect.” He spat.

“What does it mean?” You asked.

“It means someone hated me enough to chop off their finger and shove it inside a bag.” He grumbled, turning from the dresser to make his way to your bed, plopping down hunched over to rest his head in his hands. You frowned, going and taking a seat behind him and rubbing your hand on his back to soothe him.

“Hey, talk to me. What’s going on?” You pushed, trying to understand.

“I don’t know if I can ever return to the afterlife.” He whispered.

“What do you mean?” You furrowed your brow.

“An index finger points to who the curse is laid on. It was tucked away with part of my body, like they were making one last jab at me. Whoever asked for the witches aid, this is their finger. They cut it off, and the seal was added into the lining of the bag, strengthening whatever magic they used. It’s purpose is to bind. Now that I am back in my body, I’m bound to this world. I can’t return to the afterlife.” He said, his face expressionless.

“But how could they have known you would return to your body?”

“Before I died, I spoke with the Gods. Perhaps they did the same.” He shrugged.

You felt your stomach drop, unsure of how to fix a problem from several thousand years ago.

“Do you know how to break the curse?”

“The one who sacrificed his finger has to die, only then will the magic will disappear.” Dabi told you. You nodded in thought before asking.

“Wouldn’t they be dead by now though? So shouldn’t the curse already be broken?”

Dabi looked at you and smiled, pulling you into his chest as he held you tightly against him.

“Yeah, your probably right, doll. I’m sure everything is fine.” He said softly, resting his chin atop your head. You nuzzled into him, your eyes closed, while his forced smile dropped from his face and his hardened gaze wandered back to the pile on top of your dresser.

Dabi knew the curse wasn’t broken, not yet. He wasn’t ready to tell you everything, the reason he needed to come back to your world and his plans. Not only did he want to keep you from worrying, he didn’t even want you involved. He knew what he had to do, and he had a feeling that he would find the owner of the missing finger then. For now, he would push it to the back of his mind and let himself forget. He would just enjoy being with you for as long as he was able.

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