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𝐖𝐡𝐲 𝐁𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐋𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 ━━━ ❥

ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢ : ʏᴀɴᴅᴇʀᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ᴅᴀʀᴋ ᴛʜᴇᴍᴇs, ɢᴏʀᴇ, ᴄʀᴇᴍᴀᴛɪɴɢ, sʟɪɢʜᴛʟʏ sᴜɢɢᴇsᴛɪᴠᴇ ᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴇɴᴅ, ᴍᴇɴᴛɪᴏɴs ᴏғ ᴀʙᴜsᴇ. ʀɪᴠᴀʟ ɪɴ ᴠɪʟʟᴀɪɴʏ ɪs ᴍᴀᴅᴇ ᴜᴘ, ɴᴏᴛ ᴀᴄᴛᴜᴀʟʟʏ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍʜᴀ ᴜɴɪᴠᴇʀsᴇ.

ᴍɪɴᴏʀs ᴅᴏ ɴᴏᴛ ɪɴᴛᴇʀᴀᴄᴛ

ᴘʟᴏᴛ : ғᴏʟʟᴏᴡɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄʀᴇᴍᴀᴛɪᴏɴ ᴏғ ʏᴏᴜʀ ғᴀᴍɪʟʏ ᴀғᴛᴇʀ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʜᴏʀʀɪғɪᴄ ɴɪɢʜᴛᴍᴀʀᴇ, ᴅᴀʙɪ ᴅᴇᴄɪᴅᴇs ᴛᴏ ᴘᴀʏ ʜɪs ʀɪᴠᴀʟ ɪɴ ᴠɪʟʟᴀɪɴʏ ᴀ sᴄᴏʀᴄʜɪɴɢ ᴠɪsɪᴛ.

ᴘᴀʀᴛ ᴛᴡᴏ ᴛᴏ ɴᴏᴛ ɪғ ᴛʜᴇʏ'ʀᴇ ᴅᴇᴀᴅ

The sound of combat boots hitting the concrete pavement was the only thing audible in the sleeping city. Smoke was still emitting from his arms and body, but he couldn't care less. He wasn't done with things yet.

His azure flames, burning far behind him, were still cremating the remnants of your parents. He could faintly smell the scent of his loyal quirk, licking at every part of the filthy people they called "your family" as it continued to turn into nothing more than ashes.

One Down, One To Go.

His smirk dissolved into a sadistic grin as he continued to stroll along the neighborhood, away from your parents' burning house. Or rather, what were your parents. Dolls like you didn't deserve families. They don't get anyone but him.

And he made sure to remind you that every day. And he'd make you repeat it back to him, whether you liked it or not. He could hear his own words echo through his head, replaying his sentences like a Talkboy recorder.

"I'm all that you need, doll. Dolls like you don't deserve filthy people like them. They'd just use you for entertainment and throw you away once you've become a hassle."

"That's not true!"

"Oh yeah? Why hasn't anyone come after you then? Why hasn't anyone tried to "save" you from me like the fucking heroes they are? Your family, your friends, those sullied bastards know that you're all mine and that it's best to keep it that way."

"N–No. You just b–burn all of th–them for trying t–to save m–me from y–you."

"And I do that for us, babydoll," he'd coo in your ear, activating his sickly sweet voice to lure you in. "I do that to protect you from them. They don't understand love. They don't understand what I have for you."

You'd crumble into tears, just the way he likes it, giving him an open opportunity to pull you into his arms.

"There, there, dollface. It's alright. I'm here to protect you from the world outside. I punish you to teach you a lesson. To not go out there again. They'll hurt you doll, they're all ruthless. Like the brothers of Satan. I'm doing this because I love you."

"Y–You're just br–brainwashing me. Y–You're just using it as an e–excuse for your h–horrible acts."

That always earned a derisive laugh from him. His sadistic howl always sent shivers down your spine.

"You don't think I know what love is, doll? Trust me, I know love more than you ever will! You have no idea what love is. If you did, you'd damn well know that love... true love, is selfish. Love is a prison, you naive little fool. Love is possession. Love is obsession. You might think I'm insane for this, but you can't understand what love like this is like. You think love is all sunshine and rainbows. Going on cute little prances and meeting their parents for dinner. Well, it's not. This is what real love is. This is what true devotion looks like. I'd do anything for you, doll. Even burn the whole fucking world into ashes for you. Until it's just the two of us. And you'll regret for ever thinking otherwise. Over my knee. NOW! I'll make you repeat every fucking word on what true love actually is with every spank I give."

He smiled at that memory, adoring the way you broke into sobs two minutes into his lesson. He loved holding you close after punishing you and cooing his little half-assed apologies in your ear, calming you down with kisses and nibbles. But you never believed he was sorry.

And you were right. He wasn't.

Because why should he be when you were acting like such a brat? He won't lie, it did feel nice, playing the cat-and-mouse game with you. But he also won't deny that it irked him when you kept pushing it. And bad girls like that deserved to be punished for it.

But he didn't have to punish you frequently nowadays. Because now, you had already acquired your Stockholm Syndrome and broken completely for him into nothing more than his sweet, compliant doll. And he savored every minute of it.

He was broken from his obsessive daydream by the sight of an old warehouse in the distance. Perfect. His pace started to gain a little speed as he continued to saunter to his next victims. His hands were shoved into his pockets, still smoking from his previous cremation.

He lifted his right leg, kicking the door open with a loud bang. Bits of cobwebs and grime unlatched themselves from the dirty walls, falling to the floor. The sudden action made several heads turn up, alerting everyone of Dabi's entrance.

The yandere stitched a smirk, hiding his gleaming cerulean eyes that could make the strongest men shiver behind his spiky bangs that fell over his forehead. Not enough to make them unseen though. It stood out in the dimly lit room and the other dull-colored orbs of his victims.

Viper, the leader of them all, raised his tedious gray eyes from the documents to the intruder of their meeting, staring at the pyromaniac villain before him. His dry lips turned into a sleazy smirk, lifting himself off his high chair.

"Well, well, look what the cat dragged in. If it isn't the burned pig on steroids."

The other men howled at his witty comment, jeering a couple of insults after that. Dabi just chuckled, lifting his head just enough for his piercing turquoise eyes to be on show. That silenced everyone immediately.

He took a few steps forward, keeping his lazy saunter on as he eyed them with underlying disgust and hatred. They'd be reduced to ashes in a matter of few minutes, so why not just let them have their last time of glory?

Viper followed his movement, taking a few steps toward him too, matching his sauntering gaze. He looked like a sleazy man who smoked, his lips dry and cracked, a faint odor of stale tobacco lingering around him.

"So, what brings the patchwork to our humble abode?" Viper sneered, keeping an air of bravado and cockiness.

Dabi's smirk widened as he let out a wry chuckle, replying in his cold tone filled with mockery.

"And here I thought some fights with me would've given you a bit of common sense. You really shouldn't say things like that in front of someone who can turn you into a pile of ash."

The laughter in the room died down a little at his words. Viper's smirk faltered, but he maintained his sneering composure, scoffing right at his scarred face.

"What? You think an empty death threat would make us back down?" he jibed, folding his hands across his toned chest. "That's cute Dabi, but you're really making yourself look like a puppy if you think a few flames can scare us off. You're all bark and no bite huh?"

Dabi's eyes darkened with malice as he stepped closer, causing the atmosphere to thicken from the tension. The other minions held their breaths, all exchanging nervous glances with each other. Their boss was playing a scorching game with fire here. And Dabi knew it too.

"Oh, I don’t need to scare you off Viper," he said, his tone darkening with his eyes. "I know you know what I'm capable of. I just need to give you a reminder."

He lifted his palm, igniting a little flame of bluebell, and letting it dance around his palm and fingers, casting an eerie glow of sapphire around the dimly lit room.

"You distressed my doll Viper. And I never let what hurts my doll live."

Viper's persona broke, a flash of confusion and fear flickering in his eyes.

"Has all those years of insanity meddled with your burned brain or something? I've got no idea what you're talking about."

"I know you don't. So why don't I fill you in with a little story of what happened?"

Dabi's lips smirked as he played with the flame in his palm, twirling it around his fingers menacingly. His slender legs moved to circle around Viper like a predator would to its prey.

"My pretty doll woke up upset a few hours ago, Viper. She had a little nightmare of you killing me and kidnapping her as your captive. And her parents paid you handsomely to do so. It's obvious why it has angered me so much because I've never seen her cry as bad over a nightmare as she did tonight."

Viper's silver eyes widened, taking a step back from him. His voice still came out in a sneer, though it had an underlying tone of confusion and slight fear.

"And how does this concern me?"

Dabi chuckled, stopping a few feet away from Viper's left. He twirled the flames around his index, watching it lick his calloused skin with no damage done.

"I thought you had the measure me better than anyone Viper. I don't let what hurts my doll live. Her parents are still burning some miles away, I'm sure, probably crumbled to cinders."

Viper felt his throat tighten at Dabi's words. Never once in his work of villainy did he actually feel pity for a person dying without a cause. But in Dabi's eyes, it was for a cause. The cause to protect you.

"You're just being foolish now, Dabi. Burning people for something could never d–"

Dabi didn't give him a chance to speak, cutting off the last of his words. His tone turned low and eerie, almost too eerie for their liking.

"Foolish, am I? Foolish, am I, for wanting to keep my doll's fears six feet below where they belong? Foolish, am I, for wanting to burn anything that hurts my little pet in any way? You think I'm playing around Viper? You think I came here for just a midnight chat?"

"Oh, so it's clear now, that your insane stupidity has no ends to it."

That was the last straw for Dabi.

"You're a bigger idiot than I thought... lemme show you just how idiotic."

In an instant, Dabi's hand was raised and bluebell flames ignited, flying out of his palm and latching onto the meeting table, licking hungrily at the wood. Several men yelled, causing chaos to erupt in the room.

The scent of smoke and carbon dioxide filled the atmosphere within minutes. Viper, who looked visibly shaken and angered, hissed his command, pointing his finger at Dabi.

"GET HIM!"

But his command was shot too late. Dabi lifted his palm so the flames surged higher, lashing and engulfing the nearest man there. The man howled in pain, his screams bouncing off and echoing through the room.

The others roared, charging at the scarred man. Dabi’s laughter rang out, dark and triumphant as he lit his flames onto them too, aiming with great preparation and calculation. Each one burned after the other, feeding his greedy and vengeful ego.

"See how everything crumbles," he purred in a deranged manner, relishing in the screams and cries of Viper's minions. "This is what happens to foolish people like you who think they can play with fire and not get burned."

Viper stumbled backward, fear finally emerging on his features.

"You’re insane! You're fucking insane! This isn’t how it’s supposed to go!"

Dabi let out a laugh close to maniacal, echoing through the room as it mingled with the screams and cries of Viper's minions. Flames tangoed around the room with a burning passion of its own, lighting anything that came in its way as though to impress its owner.

Dabi's smirk twisted into a dark smile, stretching onto his face.

"Maybe I am insane. But let's not get ahead of ourselves. You're still the real monster in this situation."

He stepped closer, the sound of combat boots hitting the battered floor, singing through the smokey atmosphere. Flames licked a side of his face as they erupted from his corrupt anger, springing into action, waiting for his command.

"Look around you, Viper." he sneered, his tone worthy of Viper's own sneer, or maybe even more. "This is what happens when you threaten my doll."

Viper's eyes darted around the fumes-covered room, trying to find a way of exit from the yandere maniac in front of him. Dabi's flames were loyal to him, just as loyal as you were to him, blocking every exit they could so Viper was cornered with no escape.

"Wait, WAIT! Please! We don't have to do this. J–Just let me go, okay?"

Any part of cockiness had faded from Viper's persona, leaving him trembling in fear and desperation. Dabi's eyes darkened at his disloyalty, sending a flicker of flames shooting down his ankle. Viper howled in pain, clutching his blazing ankle, trying to put it out.

"I've lit your worthless goons on fire, and all you care about is your own life. Pathetic! This is exactly the kind of disloyalty I protect my doll from. From vermin scums like you!"

"You've already burned their bodies down to cinders. There's nothing I can do."

A smirk of satisfaction drew on Dabi's face, scoffing at his mindfulness.

"So now you know what I'm capable of. After I've burned your lousy crew into nothing nothing more than ashes."

"We can talk about this, okay?! Just let me go! Let me go and I won't come near your doll ever again."

Dabi leaned in closer, his face now just a few inches away from Viper’s. The heat of his flames radiating off him was almost unbearable.

"Oh, we can talk, alright. But I don’t think you’ll like what I have to say." He said slowly, twirling another flame in his other palm he sprung alive around his fingers.

With a swift motion, Dabi grabbed Viper by the collar and yanked him forward, forcing him to meet his gaze.

"You see, unlike scumbags like you, I know a thing or two about loyalty and love. You think you can run a gang and call them friends, but you don’t know the first fucking thing about real devotion. I would burn this whole entire fucking world to keep my doll safe, and that includes you too, Viper. Love is a twisted game where you kill the worthless to keep your doll protected. But how would you know? The best you must've ever got was the kisses your mother ever gave you after the pity she feels for not holding you in her womb long enough for you to die of oxygen right then and there."

Viper’s heart raced at Dabi's cruel words, his face flushing in embarrassment. He opened his mouth, stammering our pathetically.

"Y–You’re delusional! You think she cares about you after all–all this?"

Dabi's expression darkened, smashing Viper's head down on the fiery floor beneath him as he had done to you in your dream. And just like he wished, blood dripped out of his unruly black hair, burning with the fire he emitted.

"Care? No, she loves me! She loves me like the little compliant doll that she is. Like the doll I've broken her into! And I love her in a way so true I'd light her a match with my flames to burn the world with me. Call me a psycho, call me what you want, but I’m her protector, and I’ll do whatever it takes to keep her from harm."

"Y–You’re insane. You’re–You're going to kill me? Over a nightmare?!"

Dabi chuckled wryly, amusement lacing his tone.

"Ding ding ding! We have a winner. Let's make it clear how, shall we?"

Before Viper could scream, Dabi lifted his palm and emitted the hottest flames he could, sending them flying straight at his next victim. Viper's screams rang through the burning warehouse as he crumbled along with his crew mates.

Dabi watched in cold satisfaction, smirking at the sight before him The flames brought him a sense of comfort, the scent of burning flesh filling the air as Viper’s desperate cries faded into silence. He relished in the crackling of his flames, having done their work obediently.

As the last remnants of Viper and his goons fell to cinders, Dabi turned away from the inferno he created for you. He couldn't help but feel satisfaction, knowing he made the world a little safer for his doll. And that was all that mattered.

The sound of combat boots hitting the concrete pavement filled the sleeping city once again, alerting the morning of 1 AM that he was retreating back home from his late-night activities. Back to his sweet little doll, who was probably still sedated and fast asleep.

Maybe if he dove in between your plush thighs and ate you out till you cried, you'd feel better. He could already feel himself drooling as he pictured your wet folds, eagerly waiting for him to pleasure and cum. That would oughta do you some good from the nightmare.

He didn't look back at the blazing warehouse behind him. He didn't look back at his hostility. Not if they were to keep his doll safe. After all, if someone was going to hurt his doll...

Why Bother Living?

Thank you @skull-centric and everyone who got me to 25 reblogs!

𝐍𝐨𝐭 𝐈𝐟 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐲'𝐫𝐞 𝐃𝐞𝐚𝐝 ━━━ ❥

ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢ : ɢᴏʀᴇ, ɪᴍᴘʟɪᴇᴅ ᴍᴜʀᴅᴇʀ, ᴅᴀʀᴋ ᴛʜᴇᴍᴇs, ʏᴀɴᴅᴇʀᴇ ᴛʜᴇᴍᴇs, sᴛᴏᴄᴋʜᴏʟᴍ sʏɴᴅʀᴏᴍᴇ, ᴘsʏᴄʜᴏᴛɪᴄ ʙᴇʜᴀᴠɪᴏʀ, sᴇᴅᴀᴛɪɴɢ, ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ ʜᴀᴠɪɴɢ ᴀ ɴɪɢʜᴛᴍᴀʀᴇ.

ᴍɪɴᴏʀs ᴅᴏ ɴᴏᴛ ɪɴᴛᴇʀᴀᴄᴛ

ᴘʟᴏᴛ : ᴀғᴛᴇʀ ᴀ ᴅɪsᴛʀᴇssɪɴɢ ɴɪɢʜᴛᴍᴀʀᴇ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴋᴇᴘᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ᴜᴘ ᴀʟʟ ɴɪɢʜᴛ, ᴀɴ ɪʀᴋᴇᴅ ᴅᴀʙɪ ᴅᴇᴄɪᴅᴇs ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʜᴇ ʜᴀs sᴏᴍᴇ ʙᴜsɪɴᴇss ᴛᴏ ᴛᴀᴋᴇ ᴄᴀʀᴇ ᴏғ.

ᴀ/ɴ : ᴏᴋᴀʏ ɪ ᴡᴇɴᴛ ᴏɴ ᴀ ʀᴀᴛʜᴇʀ ʟᴏɴɢ ʟᴇᴀᴠᴇ ʙᴇᴄᴀᴜsᴇ ɪ ᴄᴀᴍᴇ ᴅᴏᴡɴ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴀ ʙᴀᴅ ғᴇᴠᴇʀ.. ᴀʟsᴏ, ɪ ᴅᴇʟᴇᴛᴇᴅ ᴍʏ ᴅᴇᴘʀᴇssᴇᴅ ᴅᴏʟʟ sɪɴᴄᴇ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴡᴀs ɴᴏᴛ ᴍʏ ʙᴇsᴛ ᴡᴏʀᴋ. ᴀɴᴅ ɪ ᴊᴜsᴛ ʀᴇᴀʟɪᴢᴇᴅ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴀғᴛᴇʀ ʀᴇ-ʀᴇᴀᴅɪɴɢ ɪᴛ. ᴍʏ ᴀᴘᴏʟᴏɢɪᴇs ғᴏʀ ɪᴛ, ᴍʏ ʙʀᴀɪɴ ᴅᴏᴇsɴ'ᴛ ʙʀᴀɪɴ ᴍᴜᴄʜ ᴡʜᴇɴ ɪ'ᴍ ғᴇᴇʟɪɴɢ ᴜɴᴡᴇʟʟ. ʙᴜᴛ ɪ ʜᴏᴘᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴇɴᴊᴏʏ ᴛʜɪs sᴛᴏʀʏ ᴏғ ʀᴇᴅᴇᴍᴘᴛɪᴏɴ ғᴏʀ ᴍʏ ᴘʀᴇᴠɪᴏᴜs ᴅᴜʟʟ ᴡᴏʀᴋ.

ᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ : 1.7ᴋ

It seemed real.

The azure flames were nowhere in sight. Nor was his figure or voice that always haunted after you. Where had he gone? He told you to run. And you did. But did he abandon you back into this cruel world? The world he always kept you away from?

Maybe it was a bad idea to have begged him to take you out. But you'd been such a good girl for him. Obedient and compliant. And he did say you could choose what you wanted as a reward. Although now, you were starting to regret your decision.

You kept wandering around the woods, hoping to find your captor. Well, not captor anymore. More like, your love. He told you run after being surrounded by rival villains. And, being the compliant doll you were broken into now, you obliged.

Like his good little girl.

But now you had lost him. And fear was paralyzing every thought that fluttered alive in your head. You never thought you'd worry for someone who kidnapped you. But now, all you could think of was Could he have been killed? Would they come for you next?

Oh, what would Dabi do if he was in your place? Probably not be a coward, that's for sure. But your fright had overpowered your bravery a long time ago. All you had for company was a bunch of wooden towers, ending with nests of leaves and branches at the very top.

The trees were merciless, blocking off every ray of moonlight they could so you only had to depend on instinct to guide you. Occasional footsteps would reach your ears, but you brushed it off as the tramping of a wild animal.

That was, until you felt a palm grasp your waist. You gasped, praying it was Dabi as you whipped around to see who it was. Your hopeful wish, however, was shattered when you saw another man standing there, a psychotic grin on his face.

His rival in villainy.

You scream never left your lips when he shoved a gag into your mouth, tripping you down onto the earth beneath you. The grass, ruthless as it was, broke your fall with a loud thud, piercing it's hardness into your skull as it started to drip with blood.

The man stood over your injured figure, grinning widely at you. Fear immobilized your body as you felt your throat gulp your spit down. Big mistake. It was an action of fright. Enough to make him pounce on you.

You tried to scream through the gag as he pinned you down against the soil, silently pleading for Dabi to come and save you. But he was nowhere in sight, which gave the man more of a reason to mock you. He grabbed your chin, spitting at your face wickedly.

"Did you actually think the burned pig on steroids would take me down? How cute."

He let out a derisive laugh, smashing your head back against the ground again. Blood dripped out of every exit it could, creating a makeshift pillow of liquid underneath you. Tears swam in your eyes from the pain. What had he done to Dabi?

It was almost as if he could read your mind, for he replied to your question in a condescending tone.

"Oh don't worry. I took care of him. He's in a better place now. At least, that's what your parents paid me handsomely to do so anyways."

Your heart dropped at his words, and you swore you felt your life go off for a second. If it were you before the Stockholm syndrome, you would've been crying from joy. But now, all you could sob for was Dabi's life. Your parents did this to him. How did they find out?!

Again, he seemed to have read your mind. His voice dropped a few decibels, speaking in a low, eerie voice.

"A little birdie told them, in case you were wondering. He had guts, and he lived to keep them too. Your little "captor" on the other hand, just wasn't strong enough. And now I've got you all to myself."

Your eyes widened to the size of saucers at his words. You tried to lift your legs to kick him, but he held you down from each side, leaving you completely helpless. You lifted your head to head bump him, but he crashed it against the ground, causing more blood to drip out.

You let out a muffled cry, several more tears trickling down your eyes as you started to sob. He, on the other hand, looked gleeful at your crippled state. His eyes traced down your teary eyes, flushed cheeks, runny nose, bleeding hair. It was all too good for him.

"Let's go home, shall we doll?"

"–Doll?"

"–I'm gonna have so much fun with you–"

"–Doll wake up–"

"–You're all MINE now!"

"Y/N!"

You awoke with a sobbing scream, jolting your body up as you did so. Your eyes were already filling with tears. Your breath was coming out in short gasps and you felt your head go dizzy. Your eyes adjusted to the dark room in front of you, and the worried Dabi beside.

Your let out a choked whimper before breaking into sobs, feeling yourself go onto autopilot as you crawled into his lap, crying. His eyebrow perked up in confusion, but he instinctively wrapped his arms around you, pulling you closer. Was the nightmare that bad?

A mixture of emotions were running through him. Satisfaction, giddiness, confusion, and most of all, boiling anger and jealousy. True, you had just started crawl to him after you accepted his love for you. But it still felt nice to see you come willingly again and again.

But his giddiness was overpowered with rage at the filthy nightmare you were having. How dare it make you cry? If it weren't for it's inability to exist physically, he'd have burned it to ashes by now. His lips reached down to your ear to coo in his sickeningly sweet voice.

"Oh poor babydoll, did the nightmare scare you that bad?"

He couldn't help but keep a hint of mockery in his tone, but by now, you were used to it. You sniveled pathetically, nodding your head at his sweetly jeered question. He couldn't help but wanna snicker at your pitiable state. But he couldn't deny he felt a bit perturbed too.

"What did you dream about dollface? What made you so scared you came crawling to me?"

You told him your dream, occasionally broken by whimpers or tiny sobs. And by each word, his gaze darkened. All his excitement and giddiness had crumbled into a raging fire of anger, vexation and jealousy. By the end of it, he was reeking of hostility.

"You dreamt of that scumbag killing me and taking you away?"

You could hear the low, dark tone in his voice, which immediately made you shiver in his arms. You were stuck. If you denied, he'd punish you. But if you agreed, he'd punish you too. You didn't have a choice either way, but denying seemed worse. So you played victim.

"I–I'm sorry Dabi. I–I know no one could e–ever take me away from y–"

"And you dreamt of your family paying him for that?!"

"Dabi, I am so, so sorry, I didn't–"

"Shut up."

He voice was spitting venom as he ordered you to shut your trap. Your whimpering apologies quietened down, looking at him fearfully. Yet he didn't show signs of hurting you. No. He was gonna hurt someone, just not you.

Without another word, he laid you back down on the bed and tucked you in gently, almost too gently. His fingers went to stroke your hair as his other hand gathered up all your plushies, pushing them up to surround you.

"Go back to sleep baby, I've got some business to take care of, hmm?"

You blinked confused, but he just leaned in, letting his lips tickle your forehead. He placed a few more sweet kisses on your face before getting in, spooning you in his arms and waiting for you to fall asleep. He needed you asleep before he took care of this situation.

But you didn't.

You kept tossing and turning, forcing yourself back asleep, which irritated him. He tried to whisper sweet nothings to lull you to sleep, caress your body, stroke your hair. But nothing was working. He felt his rage reach it's peak.

Finally, he threw the covers off him and got up, storming out of the room. You felt yourself gulp, throwing the covers over your head. The worst possibilities started coursing through your head. Was he going to punish you for not falling asleep?

Nope. He just came back with a box of sedatives. He was gonna sedate you to sleep. You sighed, a mixture of helplessness but great relief coursing through your veins. If you denied this, you'd definitely get punished. Plus, you could use some sleep.

"Open your mouth baby."

You obliged obediently, opening it wide open. He smirked at your compliance, making a mental note to reward you for it later as he put the pill in your mouth. You swallowed without argument, reaching over for the water bottle on the nightstand and taking a swig.

A few minutes later and you were drowsy, yawning and droopy eyed. Dabi's smirk widened even more as he bent down, pushing your hair out of your face and giving you a soft yet possessive kiss. You could feel his psychotic grin through the kiss, but you didn't argue.

Good doll.

He pulled away, just in time for you to shut your eyes and fall asleep. His fingers tangled in your hair, stroking and combing your locks before leaning in close to your ear, giving the outer shell a teasing flick with his tongue.

"Sleep well doll. Dabi's got some business to take care of."

He stood up, giving you one final glance of obsession before turning and walking out of the room. He was going to make sure you were safe from that despicable bastard and your filthy family. After all, they won't be able to hurt you when he's around.

Not If They're Dead.

ᴘᴀʀᴛ ᴛᴡᴏ ᴄᴏᴍɪɴɢ ᴏᴜᴛ sᴏᴏɴ

hi! i was just wondering how did you make your header?! the one where you're searching up your name?? its so coool! :D

Thank you so much anon ( ˶ˆᗜˆ˵ ) I actually made it myself on Canva. It took quite a lot of time and editing. (╥﹏╥) You need to download it in gif form And you need different slides for each letter and cursor blinks. The cursor and the loading page are just gifs. And the welcome part is animated. I used a total of 19 slides for it all. All slides where I'm searching my name up have a duration of 0.3 seconds, including the blinking of the cursor at the start, the page where I click on search is 0.8 seconds and the loading page is 2 seconds. And the welcome page is 3 seconds.

I hope this helps, thank you once again (˶˙ᵕ˙˶) 〜♡

Okay so for Not If They're Dead Part 2, I'm going to write only the pov of Dabi killing either his rival in villainy (not actually there in the manga or anime) or your family. The fic will start off with something like–

One Down, One To Go.

So...

𝐍𝐨𝐭 𝐈𝐟 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐲'𝐫𝐞 𝐃𝐞𝐚𝐝 ━━━ ❥

ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢ : ɢᴏʀᴇ, ɪᴍᴘʟɪᴇᴅ ᴍᴜʀᴅᴇʀ, ᴅᴀʀᴋ ᴛʜᴇᴍᴇs, ʏᴀɴᴅᴇʀᴇ ᴛʜᴇᴍᴇs, sᴛᴏᴄᴋʜᴏʟᴍ sʏɴᴅʀᴏᴍᴇ, ᴘsʏᴄʜᴏᴛɪᴄ ʙᴇʜᴀᴠɪᴏʀ, sᴇᴅᴀᴛɪɴɢ, ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ ʜᴀᴠɪɴɢ ᴀ ɴɪɢʜᴛᴍᴀʀᴇ.

ᴍɪɴᴏʀs ᴅᴏ ɴᴏᴛ ɪɴᴛᴇʀᴀᴄᴛ

ᴘʟᴏᴛ : ᴀғᴛᴇʀ ᴀ ᴅɪsᴛʀᴇssɪɴɢ ɴɪɢʜᴛᴍᴀʀᴇ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴋᴇᴘᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ᴜᴘ ᴀʟʟ ɴɪɢʜᴛ, ᴀɴ ɪʀᴋᴇᴅ ᴅᴀʙɪ ᴅᴇᴄɪᴅᴇs ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʜᴇ ʜᴀs sᴏᴍᴇ ʙᴜsɪɴᴇss ᴛᴏ ᴛᴀᴋᴇ ᴄᴀʀᴇ ᴏғ.

ᴀ/ɴ : ᴏᴋᴀʏ ɪ ᴡᴇɴᴛ ᴏɴ ᴀ ʀᴀᴛʜᴇʀ ʟᴏɴɢ ʟᴇᴀᴠᴇ ʙᴇᴄᴀᴜsᴇ ɪ ᴄᴀᴍᴇ ᴅᴏᴡɴ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴀ ʙᴀᴅ ғᴇᴠᴇʀ.. ᴀʟsᴏ, ɪ ᴅᴇʟᴇᴛᴇᴅ ᴍʏ ᴅᴇᴘʀᴇssᴇᴅ ᴅᴏʟʟ sɪɴᴄᴇ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴡᴀs ɴᴏᴛ ᴍʏ ʙᴇsᴛ ᴡᴏʀᴋ. ᴀɴᴅ ɪ ᴊᴜsᴛ ʀᴇᴀʟɪᴢᴇᴅ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴀғᴛᴇʀ ʀᴇ-ʀᴇᴀᴅɪɴɢ ɪᴛ. ᴍʏ ᴀᴘᴏʟᴏɢɪᴇs ғᴏʀ ɪᴛ, ᴍʏ ʙʀᴀɪɴ ᴅᴏᴇsɴ'ᴛ ʙʀᴀɪɴ ᴍᴜᴄʜ ᴡʜᴇɴ ɪ'ᴍ ғᴇᴇʟɪɴɢ ᴜɴᴡᴇʟʟ. ʙᴜᴛ ɪ ʜᴏᴘᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴇɴᴊᴏʏ ᴛʜɪs sᴛᴏʀʏ ᴏғ ʀᴇᴅᴇᴍᴘᴛɪᴏɴ ғᴏʀ ᴍʏ ᴘʀᴇᴠɪᴏᴜs ᴅᴜʟʟ ᴡᴏʀᴋ.

ᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ : 1.7ᴋ

It seemed real.

The azure flames were nowhere in sight. Nor was his figure or voice that always haunted after you. Where had he gone? He told you to run. And you did. But did he abandon you back into this cruel world? The world he always kept you away from?

Maybe it was a bad idea to have begged him to take you out. But you'd been such a good girl for him. Obedient and compliant. And he did say you could choose what you wanted as a reward. Although now, you were starting to regret your decision.

You kept wandering around the woods, hoping to find your captor. Well, not captor anymore. More like, your love. He told you run after being surrounded by rival villains. And, being the compliant doll you were broken into now, you obliged.

Like his good little girl.

But now you had lost him. And fear was paralyzing every thought that fluttered alive in your head. You never thought you'd worry for someone who kidnapped you. But now, all you could think of was Could he have been killed? Would they come for you next?

Oh, what would Dabi do if he was in your place? Probably not be a coward, that's for sure. But your fright had overpowered your bravery a long time ago. All you had for company was a bunch of wooden towers, ending with nests of leaves and branches at the very top.

The trees were merciless, blocking off every ray of moonlight they could so you only had to depend on instinct to guide you. Occasional footsteps would reach your ears, but you brushed it off as the tramping of a wild animal.

That was, until you felt a palm grasp your waist. You gasped, praying it was Dabi as you whipped around to see who it was. Your hopeful wish, however, was shattered when you saw another man standing there, a psychotic grin on his face.

His rival in villainy.

You scream never left your lips when he shoved a gag into your mouth, tripping you down onto the earth beneath you. The grass, ruthless as it was, broke your fall with a loud thud, piercing it's hardness into your skull as it started to drip with blood.

The man stood over your injured figure, grinning widely at you. Fear immobilized your body as you felt your throat gulp your spit down. Big mistake. It was an action of fright. Enough to make him pounce on you.

You tried to scream through the gag as he pinned you down against the soil, silently pleading for Dabi to come and save you. But he was nowhere in sight, which gave the man more of a reason to mock you. He grabbed your chin, spitting at your face wickedly.

"Did you actually think the burned pig on steroids would take me down? How cute."

He let out a derisive laugh, smashing your head back against the ground again. Blood dripped out of every exit it could, creating a makeshift pillow of liquid underneath you. Tears swam in your eyes from the pain. What had he done to Dabi?

It was almost as if he could read your mind, for he replied to your question in a condescending tone.

"Oh don't worry. I took care of him. He's in a better place now. At least, that's what your parents paid me handsomely to do so anyways."

Your heart dropped at his words, and you swore you felt your life go off for a second. If it were you before the Stockholm syndrome, you would've been crying from joy. But now, all you could sob for was Dabi's life. Your parents did this to him. How did they find out?!

Again, he seemed to have read your mind. His voice dropped a few decibels, speaking in a low, eerie voice.

"A little birdie told them, in case you were wondering. He had guts, and he lived to keep them too. Your little "captor" on the other hand, just wasn't strong enough. And now I've got you all to myself."

Your eyes widened to the size of saucers at his words. You tried to lift your legs to kick him, but he held you down from each side, leaving you completely helpless. You lifted your head to head bump him, but he crashed it against the ground, causing more blood to drip out.

You let out a muffled cry, several more tears trickling down your eyes as you started to sob. He, on the other hand, looked gleeful at your crippled state. His eyes traced down your teary eyes, flushed cheeks, runny nose, bleeding hair. It was all too good for him.

"Let's go home, shall we doll?"

"–Doll?"

"–I'm gonna have so much fun with you–"

"–Doll wake up–"

"–You're all MINE now!"

"Y/N!"

You awoke with a sobbing scream, jolting your body up as you did so. Your eyes were already filling with tears. Your breath was coming out in short gasps and you felt your head go dizzy. Your eyes adjusted to the dark room in front of you, and the worried Dabi beside.

You let out a choked whimper before breaking into sobs, feeling yourself go onto autopilot as you crawled into his lap, crying. His eyebrow perked up in confusion, but he instinctively wrapped his arms around you, pulling you closer. Was the nightmare that bad?

A mixture of emotions were running through him. Satisfaction, giddiness, confusion, and most of all, boiling anger and jealousy. True, you had just started to crawl to him after you accepted his love for you. But it still felt nice to see you come willingly again and again.

But his giddiness was overpowered with rage at the filthy nightmare you were having. How dare it make you cry? If it weren't for it's inability to exist physically, he'd have burned it to ashes by now. His lips reached down to your ear to coo in his sickeningly sweet voice.

"Oh poor babydoll, did the nightmare scare you that bad?"

He couldn't help but keep a hint of mockery in his tone, but by now, you were used to it. You sniveled pathetically, nodding your head at his sweetly jeered question. He couldn't help but wanna snicker at your pitiable state. But he couldn't deny he felt a bit perturbed too.

"What did you dream about dollface? What made you so scared you came crawling to me?"

You told him your dream, occasionally broken by whimpers or tiny sobs. And by each word, his gaze darkened. All his excitement and giddiness had crumbled into a raging fire of anger, vexation and jealousy. By the end of it, he was reeking of hostility.

"You dreamt of that scumbag killing me and taking you away?"

You could hear the low, dark tone in his voice, which immediately made you shiver in his arms. You were stuck. If you denied, he'd punish you. But if you agreed, he'd punish you too. You didn't have a choice either way, but denying seemed worse. So you played victim.

"I–I'm sorry Dabi. I–I know no one could e–ever take me away from y–"

"And you dreamt of your family paying him for that?!"

"Dabi, I am so, so sorry, I didn't–"

"Shut up."

He voice was spitting venom as he ordered you to shut your trap. Your whimpering apologies quietened down, looking at him fearfully. Yet he didn't show signs of hurting you. No. He was gonna hurt someone, just not you.

Without another word, he laid you back down on the bed and tucked you in gently, almost too gently. His fingers went to stroke your hair as his other hand gathered up all your plushies, pushing them up to surround you.

"Go back to sleep baby, I've got some business to take care of, hmm?"

You blinked confused, but he just leaned in, letting his lips tickle your forehead. He placed a few more sweet kisses on your face before getting in, spooning you in his arms and waiting for you to fall asleep. He needed you asleep before he took care of this situation.

But you didn't.

You kept tossing and turning, forcing yourself back asleep, which irritated him. He tried to whisper sweet nothings to lull you to sleep, caress your body, stroke your hair. But nothing was working. He felt his rage reach it's peak.

Finally, he threw the covers off him and got up, storming out of the room. You felt yourself gulp, throwing the covers over your head. The worst possibilities started coursing through your head. Was he going to punish you for not falling asleep?

Nope. He just came back with a box of sedatives. He was gonna sedate you to sleep. You sighed, a mixture of helplessness but great relief coursing through your veins. If you denied this, you'd definitely get punished. Plus, you could use some sleep.

"Open your mouth baby."

You obliged obediently, opening it wide open. He smirked at your compliance, making a mental note to reward you for it later as he put the pill in your mouth. You swallowed without argument, reaching over for the water bottle on the nightstand and taking a swig.

A few minutes later and you were drowsy, yawning and droopy eyed. Dabi's smirk widened even more as he bent down, pushing your hair out of your face and giving you a soft yet possessive kiss. You could feel his psychotic grin through the kiss, but you didn't argue.

Good doll.

He pulled away, just in time for you to shut your eyes and fall asleep. His fingers tangled in your hair, stroking and combing your locks before leaning in close to your ear, giving the outer shell a teasing flick with his tongue.

"Sleep well doll. Dabi's got some business to take care of."

He stood up, giving you one final glance of obsession before turning and walking out of the room. He was going to make sure you were safe from that despicable bastard and your filthy family. After all, they won't be able to hurt you when he's around.

Not If They're Dead.

ᴘᴀʀᴛ ᴛᴡᴏ ᴄᴏᴍɪɴɢ ᴏᴜᴛ sᴏᴏɴ

Okay so. This has been living rentfree in my head for a long ass time so why not dump it here?

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Why do I feel like this would be Dabi's facial expressions to you riding him?

Him praising you and telling you to go harder–

When he cums–

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Face it, none of us are welcome in heaven. So why don't you have tango with Dabi in Hell?

𝐈𝐭'𝐬 𝐂𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐈𝐧𝐬𝐞𝐜𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐲 ━━━ ❥

ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢ : ɢᴏʀᴇ, ᴀɴɢsᴛ, sᴇʟғ-ʜᴀʀᴍ, ᴄʀʏɪɴɢ, ɪɴsᴇᴄᴜʀɪᴛʏ, ᴍᴇɴᴛɪᴏɴs ᴏғ sᴇx, ᴜsᴇ ᴏғ ᴛᴏʙᴀᴄᴄᴏ, ᴍᴇɴᴛɪᴏɴs ᴏғ sᴜɪᴄɪᴅᴇ, sᴡᴇᴀʀɪɴɢ.

ᴍɪɴᴏʀs ᴅᴏ ɴᴏᴛ ɪɴᴛᴇʀᴀᴄᴛ

ᴘʟᴏᴛ : ɪɴsᴇᴄᴜʀɪᴛʏ sᴇᴇᴍᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ʙʀᴏᴋᴇɴ ʏᴏᴜ ᴅᴏᴡɴ, sᴏ ᴅᴀʙɪ ɢᴏᴇs ᴏᴜᴛ ᴏғ ʜɪs ᴡᴀʏ ᴛᴏ ᴍᴀᴋᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ʜᴀᴘᴘʏ ᴀɢᴀɪɴ. ʟɪᴛᴛʟᴇ ᴅᴏᴇs ʜᴇ ᴋɴᴏᴡ, ʜᴇ'ᴅ ᴇɴᴅ ᴜᴘ ɪɴ ʙᴇᴅ, ʙɪᴛᴛᴇʀ ʙᴇsɪᴅᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴇɴᴅ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴀʏ.

ᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ : 1.7ᴋ

This was a new low, even for you.

You hadn't moved an inch from your bed ever since insecurity had broken you down. Society had crumbled you into the literal epitome of self-hate itself. It's almost as though the world was mocking you for not reaching up to the beauty standards that it held so high.

Was it a punishment? Or was the world more cruel than he thought? Whatever it was, it broke Dabi's heart, shattering it into pieces. It was one thing if civilization came after him. After all, he was a villain, and he's used to the pain. But you? Oh god.

Joshilyn Jackson once said that God gave us crying so other folks could see when we needed help, and help us. But right now, he was cursing the god for making you feel this pain. If anything, the folks were pushing you down into more self-loathing.

Everything he tried ended up nothing more than a failed mission. He'd get up and try, and when he was unsuccessful, he'd go to the roof and cry. It wasn't just the blood of your self harm that he saw everyday, but also the streaks of crimson down his cheeks.

But it was brutal what they'd done to you.

"Doll, please get up for me."

"I still think you're beautiful sweetheart, you don't need to look like the photoshops in the magazines."

"Come on babydoll, at least spread your legs for me. Let me fuck you numb of this cruel pain."

"You need to eat baby mouse, please. Open up."

"No little one... don't do that. Give Dabi the blade back."

There was nothing but pure desperation dripping in his words. Not a trickle of lust, or anger, or demand, or anything for that matter could be heard other than a helpless pleading tone blending in with despair and sadness.

When all was drained and none was well, he'd lay himself beside you, tracing his rough fingers over the cicatrixes that marked itself on your body. Your empty tears would drip on his clothes, mingling with your self harm blood. Though by now, it was normal to him.

Finally, sighing an exhale from his lips, he sat up on the covers. His scarred hand reached up to wipe his droopy tears, cleansing his face of any lingering vulnerability there was still on. He eyes your hollow body for a minute or two before sighing, sitting you up on his lap.

"C'mon dollface... time to get up," he whispered softly to you as he brushed your tears away. "You want something to eat?"

You shook your head softly, staring into abyss. Eating meant weight gain. Weight gain would mean fat. Fat meant ugly. Not like you weren't already. You had self-harm scars practically littered on your thighs and stomach. Something which you hated. But Dabi loved.

His calloused fingers stroked your fresh wounds, feeling the dried blood under his finger pads like bumpy rocky roads of crimson. The scars spoke for themselves when you couldn't, something which he adored while staring at you naked in bed when he'd fuck you.

What you saw as disgusting, he saw as attractive. And what he saw as disgusting, you saw as attractive. He would have been quite the hypocrite to be telling you to embrace your scars while he struggled with his own, so that's why he never did.

His turquoise balls of vision looked down at you, tracing over your features. Every curve, every contour, every imperfection, almost as though he was trying to memorize it. His lips found your cheek, sucking it a small kiss for a reaction.

"Tell me something." He said, his voice low and gruff, with a tinge of vulnerability.

Your hollow eyes leisurely scanned the room until it landed on him, staring at the reflection of cold beauty.

"I wanna fall asleep."

"Fall asleep? Like for a couple hours? Cuz I have sleeping pills for that if you–"

"I meant forever." Your voice spoke, a bit more softer yet firm.

He paused for a moment, his fingers still tracing over your scars. It wasn't... unexpected of you to be suicidal. In fact, he couldn't blame you for wanting to kill yourself, just to get away from this world's harsh criticism. Yet he didn't like the idea of you going to the Reaper.

"Wanna meet your maker, huh doll?"

"Just wanna get away from here..."

"I can tell... can't blame you for wanting to end it all."

He watched your hand slip away to the blade on the nightstand, wrapping your fingers around it. Instinctively, his lips pressed to your shoulder, giving you a kiss as you dragged the blade along your flesh, drawing new lines of blood on your thighs.

His hand went to grab your wrist. He didn't stop you though, he was just making sure you didn't cut yourself too deep. He knew you needed this, to let your emotions loose from the chaos thundering inside your mind.

It was ever so a surprise to you that he wasn't pissed at you for having suicidal thoughts. Then again, he wasn't pissed at you for even self-harming. He never said a word. He just left you in the bathroom until it was finished, and then came back to clean you up.

It made you ponder some nights, why was it he did that? Why was it he would walk out without a word after seeing you tear-streaked, sitting on the bathroom floor with gashes of blood oozing out, only to come back with a first aid kit and patch you up without any anger.

It was bugging you out, and you needed an answer.

"Touya...?" you started cautiously, putting the blade back on the nightstand.

"Hmm?" he hummed in response, completely unfazed by the use of his given name.

By now he was used you calling his real name. It sounded soothing, slipping so sweetly from your lips as though it was made to be said like that.

"Why do you never stop me from cutting myself?"

Again, Dabi paused for a second, thinking his words over before replying back.

"Would you stop if I told you to?"

A wave of silence filled the room, drowning you in his words. Would you if he asked?

"No... I wouldn't."

"Exactly dollface... so why should I stop you?" he spoke simply, pressing a kiss to your nape. "I know it's a coping mechanism... a pretty fucked up one too at that. But it helps nevertheless, yeah? I'd be a hypocrite to tell you for cutting when I burn myself too."

Your eyes shot up at his words, a tinge of confusion and surprise breaking through your hollow demeanor.

"You... you burn yourself?"

"Yeah, I do. To feel."

"To feel... to feel what?"

He shrugged, holding you close, your back pressed to his chest and chin rooted to your locks.

"Just to feel."

"Just to feel?" you repeated his words, slightly annoyed by his vague responses.

He chuckled at your slight irritation, pressing a kiss to your head.

"Yes doll. To feel. Anything but numb."

You looked up at him, watching his stoic expression falter slightly. A flicker of vulnerability cracked through his cold demeanor, alerting you of his broken self.

"You gonna tell me off for it mouse?"

"Of course not. I'd be a humbug if I did."

He raised an eyebrow at your choice of words, chuckling mockingly at them.

"Humbug huh? Where'd you learn that from?"

"A book." you replied, slightly confused.

He scoffed, tangling his fingers in your locks and stroking them between his fingers.

"Interesting book..."

You stayed silent at that, reeking his presence and touch. For a man like him, he must obviously feel insecure too.

"Do you ever hate the way you look?"

"All the time babydoll."

He said it as though it was nothing. Like it meant nothing. The casualty nearly infuriated you.

"Have you ever wanted to kill yourself?"

"Yes I have."

That made you stop again, staring up at him.

"You're just as broken as I am..."

"You have no idea dollface." he drawled, chuckling at your words.

He tugged his teeth softly on your lobe, gauzing out a little whine from you. That was the best he'd gotten from you ever since you'd shut down.

"Doll... I want you to listen to me. And I want you to listen good. Life is gonna be a bitch to you yeah? They're gonna push you down with beauty standards... expectations... of what you have to be. Of what you need to be. But I want you to know, that despite everything we've been through... I think you're perfect just the way you are..."

He leaned down, pressing a gentle kiss to your lips. He could already see your eyes getting slightly glossy from his reassurance, which earned a smirk from him before he continued.

"...and I don't want you to just take my word for it. I want you to believe in it yourself. To feel it for yourself. I want you to be able to look in the mirror and appreciate yourself for once. Even the flaws... I know it's probably very hypocritical of me since I don't follow it, but I'm trying too mouse. Just hang in there for me yeah? We'll get through this together."

A tinge of pink flushed your cheeks and nose, looking up at his turquoise eyes, which were once a sign of danger, now melted in a form of softness and vulnerability. You reached your pinky down, locking it in his.

"I promise... Touya..."

He snorted, letting out a sardonic chuckle.

"Pink promise huh, little one? What are you, five?"

"Don't ruin it Dabi."

"Alright geez."

He let out a last chuckle before interlocking his pinky with yours, a smirk stitched on his lips.

"Say doll... which of our struggles do you wanna tackle first?"

"One that breaks everyone down like us."

He smirked, leaning in to press a kiss to your cheek. A tiny squeal left your lips, giving him an opportunity to savor your old self, which was back to normal.

"Oh yeah...? And what would that be?"

"It's called Insecurity."

I know probably a bitch for bringing this up but–

ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢ : ᴄᴏɴᴛᴀɪɴs ɴᴜᴅɪᴛʏ, ᴅᴀʀʟɪɴɢ sʜᴜᴛᴛɪɴɢ ᴅᴏᴡɴ ᴀɴᴅ ɢᴏɪɴɢ ɪɴᴛᴏ ᴅᴇᴘʀᴇssɪᴏɴ (ɴᴏᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴛᴏᴏ ɪɴ ᴅᴇᴛᴀɪʟ ʙᴜᴛ sᴛɪʟʟ ᴍᴇɴᴛɪᴏɴᴇᴅ), ᴍɪʟᴅ ᴠɪᴏʟᴇɴᴄᴇ, ᴍɪʟᴅ sᴀᴅɪsᴍ ɪғ ʀᴇᴀᴅ ʙᴇᴛᴡᴇᴇɴ ᴛʜᴇ ʟɪɴᴇs ᴀɴᴅ sʟɪɢʜᴛ ɢᴏʀᴇ.

ᴍɪɴᴏʀs ᴅᴏ ɴᴏᴛ ɪɴᴛᴇʀᴀᴄᴛ

𝐁𝐫𝐨𝐤𝐞𝐧 𝐍𝐮𝐦𝐛 ━━━ ❥

yan!Dabi who is all too happy to see you emotionless and empty, staring into abyss with your hollow ass orbs, not knowing shit that's going on.

yan!Dabi who can now enjoy holding you in his arms without you throwing tantrums and kicks everywhere, all while giving you soft kisses and praises.

yan!Dabi who simply adores the compliance in you now, letting him to anything and everything to you without an utter of protestation or anger.

yan!Dabi who loves giving you baths, something which he never got to enjoy peacefully when you were still yourself, punching and screaming at him if he ever dared to touch your bare body.

yan!Dabi who can now enjoy your naked soapy body to his heart's content, washing you up and down, every nook and corner until it's squeaky clean, and also feeling your wet body against his palms.

yan!Dabi who can feel shivers run up his spine as he sees you laying helpless in the bathtub, empty and dead after he's done bathing you, all wet and soft, waiting for him to pick you up and dry you.

yan!Dabi who enjoys drying you off with the towel, feeling every curves and edge of your body as the piece of fabric runs over your damp body, soaking up all the water sticking to your exposed body.

yan!Dabi who then carries you onto the bed, laying you down and standing back, admiring your unclothed figure, his piercing turquoise eyes running over every flaw and perfection before dressing you.

yan!Dabi who picks out his comfiest pair of boxers and sweatshirt for you to wear, sliding the fabric effortlessly over your frame, sometimes taking slower than expected just to tease you (even though he knows you won't give a reaction)

yan!Dabi who has purposefully excluded putting a bra on for you, since he admires your breasts sticking out through his sweatshirt, whether it may be big or small. He finds it adorable.

yan!Dabi who has now bathed and clothed you, carries you to the kitchen koala style, your limbs wrapped around his waist and arms around his neck as he sits you down on the counter, rummaging for some snacks.

yan!Dabi who knows you like the back of his hand but still holds up your favorite snacks in front of you, just to see which one you'd like to eat or not.

yan!Dabi who'd pick some for you, which normally consists of healthy but also sweet snacks, if he is met with your pleasurable silence instead of a nod or shake which he was expecting.

yan!Dabi who is living his life, loving your emotionally broken self as he carries you back to the room, gently setting you down on the bed before flicking through the TV, searching for some good movies to watch.

yan!Dabi who then strips his own shirt since he likes feeling your frame against his body, loving how it fit perfectly against it, almost like puzzle pieces coming back together.

yan!Dabi who has picked your favorite movie for you, crawls under the sheets and pushes his thighs apart, settling you down between them and lays your head down against his bare and scarred chest.

yan!Dabi who now has you tucked cozily in his between his legs, presses a warm hand down on your belly and rubs it tenderly, loving the tiniest reactions he could coax out of you with this.

yan!Dabi who feeds you your snacks throughout the movie, relishing in the sense of taking care of you properly without having to deal with your bratty frenzies and stubborness.

yan!Dabi dotes on you relentlessly, pressing kisses and nibbles to your neck and face, focusing more on you as if you're the movie instead of the picture playing on TV.

yan!Dabi who can't keep his hands to himself, letting them wander all over your body, from your hips to your arms, leading to your legs, finding its way to every part until he has it mapped out in his memory.

yan!Dabi who now has the freedom to cuddle you close, making you follow all his rules without your bratty behavior getting in the way, which eventually led to slightly bloody or sexual punishments.

(Okay you guys when I mean bloody I mean tying a shackle to your ankle or shit without it being padded, which makes it super uncomfortable it sometimes starts to bleed. I don't want you guys thinking he'd beat or shit, NO THIS GUY IS TOO GOOD FOR THAT, EVEN IF HE'S YANDERE)

yan!Dabi who has switched off the annoying movie so you can pay more attention on him, running his calloused fingers through your hair, occasionally bringing it to his nose to inhale your pretty scent.

yan!Dabi who is mindful to do your skin care routine for you (if you have one) massaging all your serums, cleansers, exfoliators and such over your skin before tucking you in bed.

yan!Dabi who strips his boxers off your legs so you're exposed and bare, pressing your body flush to his own and caressing your unclad legs tenderly.

yan!Dabi who swears to protect your helpless existence with his life, promising to never ever let you go, not even when death does you part. Because when he dies, he'll kill you with him too.

you're absolutely amazing. that's it. Your writing is gorgeous, and you deserve many many lovely things because you are awesome.

:)

Thank you so much hun, you're so sweet 🥺 I was actually a little nervous to post this since this is all my first time BUT I AM VERY HAPPY THAT YOU LIKED IT AAAAA (,,>ヮ<,,)!

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐂𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐫 ━━━ ❥

ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢ : ɢᴏʀᴇ, ᴍᴇɴᴛɪᴏɴs ᴏғ ᴄɪɢᴀʀᴇᴛᴛᴇs, ᴄᴏɴᴛᴀɪɴs sᴡᴇᴀʀɪɴɢ, ᴜsᴇ ᴏғ ᴛᴏʙᴀᴄᴄᴏ, sʟɪɢʜᴛʟʏ ᴅᴀʀᴋ ᴛʜᴇᴍᴇs

ᴍɪɴᴏʀs ᴅᴏ ɴᴏᴛ ɪɴᴛᴇʀᴀᴄᴛ

ᴀ/ɴ : sᴏʀʀʏ ɪᴛ ᴛᴏᴏᴋ sᴏ ʟᴏɴɢ, ɪ ᴡᴀs ᴏʀɪɢɪɴᴀʟʟʏ ɢᴏɴɴᴀ ᴘᴏsᴛ ɪᴛ ᴏɴ ᴛʜᴜʀsᴅᴀʏ ʙᴜᴛ ɪ ʜᴀᴅ ᴀ ʙᴜsʏ ᴡᴇᴇᴋ. ʜᴏᴘᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴇɴᴊᴏʏ ᴅᴀʙɪ ʙᴇɪɴɢ ᴅᴀʙɪ.

— NGL, this guy be stink eyeing you the whole time when Giran's introducing to everyone on how you're the new caretaker and what your quirk is and stuff (you've got a healing quirk by the way, I can't think of a good description for it but you can just heal people better) — And god, things got even more unknowingly bitter between the two of you when Shigaraki actually agrees to let you in the League. — He was literally all for sending you flying away on a mission and making it look like it was an accident. — he quickly abandoned that plan after finding out from Shigaraki that you wouldn't be going on missions with the League — Okay let's move on, I don't want you guys to hate me for writing him like this– — So, Dabi when you first joined was... well– Dabi.

— He would be super cold and harsh to you and he'd just jump at any open opportunity to mock or degrade you. — Worse if you're a woman cuz he's probably gonna make a lot of misogynistic jokes– (sorry ladies, I feel you too) — You got hurt? He's gonna laugh right at your face. — Something's too high for you? He's just gonna place on a higher shelf. — He'd even hide your first aid stuff so you'd have to run around wasting your time looking for them.

— Yes, he's not gonna go easy on you. — Also, he would do anything to hide his wounds from everyone so he didn't have to get sent to you. — This guy is a pyromanic villain, he ain't gonna go to a stupid caretaker over some bleeding, very deep, probably gonna get his life killed if he doesn't get it healed gash — Unfortunately, Shigaraki found out and dragged his burned ass over to your room to get him patched up. (not like he isn't already–) — Alright, my bad, let's continue–

— Of course he put up that tough guy act in front of you and was all like whatever and stuff. — He's literally scoffing the whole time you're rummaging through your drawers for first aid materials.

— "Don't waste your time trying to be useful, I can do it on my own." — "Yeah well, I wouldn't let you die even if my life depended on it Dabi." — He froze at your words, feeling his whole body go tense. Suddenly, he felt his vulnerability exposing and scoffed, masking it. — "What are you on about weirdo?" — "It means, enemy or not, I wouldn't let you be hurt and not care for you. I don't stoop that low. Even for you." — He paused at your words, feeling your tender hands lifting his shirt up and cleaning his bloody wound.

— The world seemed to have stopped in his eyes, solely focusing all his attention on you. — A twisting feeling took over his body. Felt like, confusion and... comfort? — He then scoffed and rolled his eyes. — "Whatever Crazy." — But since then, he's considerably lowered his harshness. — What can I say? He's a simple man.

— Following that day, he hadn't made one mocking remark on you. None. Of course the whole League what shocked like "wtf?" — He even started making small talks with you every now and then. Which left the League even more "wtf?!!??" — Toga and Twice are secretly planning a matchmaking plan for the both of you, enemies to lovers troop. — Moving on. — I feel Dabi after he's gotten a bit comfortable with you would be... well– again Dabi. — Okay well, Dabi but a tad bit softer. He'd help you with minor jobs or talk to you a little more and stuff like that.

— He let's you treat to his wounds, even his minor ones cuz now he just likes seeing you. — Also convinced Shigaraki to let you go with him on missions in case anything were to happen and he needed immediate medical attention. — I know, the boy just flipped the switch. Dabi hasn't got much love or care from his father as a kid so seeing you be so tender to him makes him feel stuff he's never felt. — Sometimes, he'd even get sick on purpose just to be hauled to your room so he can lay on your bed and dwell in your pretty scent from your pillowcase while you're fussing over him– — It happens sometimes though, don't get too excited. — What? You actually thought he was gonna realize he had a crush on you? We're still on the prologue, he doesn't start accepting his feelings until chapter 2 or 3.

— But maybe, he might get used to calling you his teammate (no he will not call you his friend either, he's not there to make friends people and besides, you'll need to wait for that till the next chapter) — He also always keeps an extra cigarette for you for whenever you're tired at the end of the day and go to the roof with him for a smoke. — Prolly blows smoke in your face whenever you are trying to complain to him about what went wrong during the day. — Yes, people, Dabi's still gonna me a dickhead to you. — You both try flicking your cigarettes at other people's head after you're done with them. — Missing the target is obviously a 0. Head shot is 50 points, face shot is 45 points, torso shot is 20 points, legs or anywhere below is 10 points and if you miss your shot and hit another person, it's 60. — And if the person ends up howling in pain, congratulations, you've just earned yourself a free treat. — Yes, of course he likes playing these morbid games with you. — And yes, of course he's gonna distract you during your turn just so he can get more points than you. — All in all, you may have had a rough track at the starting, but things are starting to get a little less rocky now.

THE SECOND I SAW UR ACCOUNT I KNEW OT WAS GONNA BE GOODDDD AND I FOLLOWED BEFORE U PUT OUT UR FIRST WORK. YOU DIS NOT DISAPPOINT I CANT WAIT FOR THE NEXT ONE EEK!!!!!

THANKS SO MUCH (◕▿◕)♡ I have currently put up a poll on my blog to ask what I should do next, you could vote there what you want me to do, if you like <333333

ℙ𝕠𝕤𝕥 ℙ𝕠𝕝𝕝 ━━━ ❥

Ꭱꭼғꭼꭱ ꭲꮻ ꮇꭹ ꮇꭺꮪꭲꭼꭱꮮꮖꮪꭲ ꮋꭼꭱꭼ ━━━ ❥ 『𝕕𝕒𝕓𝕚/𝕥𝕠𝕦𝕪𝕒 𝕞𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕝𝕚𝕤𝕥』

I'M SOBBING. WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN, YOUR WRITING IS SCRUMPTIOUS!!!

THANKS A LOT!! I'M REALLY GLAD YOU LIKED IT! (ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:･ﾟ♡

ℝ𝕖𝕢𝕦𝕖𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕕 𝕓𝕪 𝕠𝕣𝕖𝕟𝕛𝕚𝕟𝕖𝕜𝕚

ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢ : ɢᴏʀᴇ, ᴍᴇɴᴛɪᴏɴs ᴏғ ɴᴜᴅɪᴛʏ, sʜᴀᴄᴋʟᴇs ᴀɴᴅ ᴅᴀʀᴋ ᴛʜᴇᴍᴇs, sʟɪɢʜᴛʟʏ sᴜɢɢᴇsᴛɪᴠᴇ ᴛʜᴇᴍᴇs.

ᴘʟᴏᴛ : ᴀғᴛᴇʀ ᴀ ғᴀɪʟᴇᴅ ᴀᴛᴛᴇᴍᴘᴛ ᴏғ ᴛʀʏɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ᴇsᴄᴀᴘᴇ, ʏᴏᴜ ᴍᴀᴋᴇ ᴀ ʀɪsᴋʏ ᴅᴇᴀʟ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴅᴀʙɪ

ᴍɪɴᴏʀs ᴅᴏ ɴᴏᴛ ɪɴᴛᴇʀᴀᴄᴛ

ᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ : 2.1ᴋ

(sᴏʀʀʏ ɪғ ɪᴛ's ɴᴏᴛ ɢᴏᴏᴅ, ᴛʜɪs ɪs ᴍʏ ғɪʀsᴛ ᴛɪᴍᴇ ᴡʀɪᴛɪɴɢ ғᴀɴғɪᴄᴛɪᴏɴ)

𝐀 𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐚 𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐞 ━━━ ❥

You shouldn't have done it. You shouldn't have tried to escape. You tried everything to break the shackle, but each item failed you. You could feel your sore ankle throbbing madly at your chained bruise, which only made you regret your choice even more.

Earlier today, Dabi had taken you lingerie shopping since you had been so nice for him for the past month. At this point, you had given up trying to escape, for every plan you ever thought of always backfired. And it only ended up punishing you worse than the last.

It was like he knew you inside out. He knew every small flaw, every tiny imperfection, every little detail there was to know about you. You were almost like a subject textbook he had learnt by heart, including the first boring pages students normally tend skip.

It freaked you out, how he could read your mind. You liked a lingerie? He was already holding it out for you. You eyed a set you found cute for a second? That went in the bag as well. It wass almost as if his piercing turquoise eyes were seeing the world through your (e/c) orbs.

Then again, when had it not?

You had just stayed quiet after that, letting Dabi do the shopping for you instead. Occasionally, he'd pull out a set, showing it to you, and you'd just nod or shake your head in response. Each set got more softer or degrading than the last.

While he stood there, shopping you for some bras, you turned your gaze away, outside the shop were people were crowding up. Just normal people, enjoying there freedom, safely guarded by cops.

And that's when you saw it.

Cops.

Lazily strolling around the mall, going to grab a box of donuts were men dressed in black and white. Your father worked for the police force, and soon enough, a familiar male had caught your eye from the small crowd of men.

Your heart skipped a beat at the sight. Your father was walking along, his saunter lazy but serious. Dull, a little pale and unhealthy, but otherwise fine, he was chatting it up with his mates, walking to the donut shop. He was so close, the urge to run to him was unbearable.

You glanced back at Dabi, who was still occupied by his lustful fantasies. As though acting on its own, your feet slowly started to move, hastily gaining speed as you began running to the crowd. Your heart was racing a mile. The flicker of hope you thought you lost was igniting again.

That was, until you felt a familiar cold hand grab your wrist, pulling you back before you could reach them.

"Where do you think you're going dollface?"

Your eyes widened as you felt Dabi's fingers digging into your skin, causing you to wince from the pressure. His cold turquoise eyes were narrowed with darkness. Anger and betrayal was swimming in his chilling orbs, which sent a shiver up your spine.

"I asked, where do you think you're going dollface?"

Fear crashed down every nerve of your body as he enunciated every word darkly. He hated when you didn't answer back, but you couldn't even find the words to when you felt your throat go dry. You gulped, feeling your legs turn to jelly as his grip tightened even more.

"I was just– I just– I wanted to go see the donut store–"

"The donut store huh?"

It was as if thunder crashed collided with you when his words reached your ears. His tone was cold, dark and unbelieving, with an underlying tone of hurt. Your body shivered at his unkind voice, immediately sensing trouble.

"I–I just thought it'd be nice if we could go see the donuts to take back home–"

"We?!"

Wrong move. His eyes flared up with pure anger and you felt yourself shrink down in his shadow. His gaze was locked on yours so ferociously you shrunk even further. God, why were you so stupid at this?

"I thought–I thought it'd be nice if I could go see the donuts to take back home–"

"Without me? While the cops were in that shop too?"

Your heart stopped as you felt his stinging words pierce into you. His voice was like poison venom. Any sense of hurt that was there before, disappeared. His eyes darkened as you gulped yet again, realizing he figured out your unplanned scheme. Before you could speak, he had harshly yanked your wrist, dragging you out the mall with him.

"Staying glued to my side ain't enough for you, huh doll? I try being nice to you and taking you out for a little shopping and you think of running away? Think it's time I glued you to the house instead. Might remind you how I'll feel the next time you try to escape."

And that was what happened. He had thrown you back where you first started. The basement. A soft padded shackle was attached around your ankle, but even that couldn't tame the soreness pulsating there. The chains tight and cold, with no warmth to protect you.

That was one of the consequences of trying to escape. Getting locked in the basement with his clothes as the only covering for your body. But it was better than his sexual punishments. It was actually his favorite rule. Either you dress in his clothes or you stay nude.

It was disgusting, how sickly he'd smile, thinking it's sweet you wore his clothes. How he'd dress you like a child in them, preferably his oversized t-shirt and boxers. And how you'd smell exactly like him. You hated this rule with all your heart.

He'd even bathe you with his shampoo and body wash. He dried you with his towel, gave you his socks and even dress you in his pajamas. And if the pants were still too big, even after folding them, he'd just give you his boxers.

It made you gag, every time you saw his mawkish sweet smile, his sick apologies and reminders after he punished you. He says he doesn't want to, he doesn't want to be anything like his father. But how could he not when you're been misbehaving with him?

The basement door creaked open, and in entered Dabi, his boots clumping down the rough ground, echoing in the silent room. You backed yourself against the wall, feeling your throat run dry by just his presence.

He had obviously sensed your terror as he bent down, making a soft shushing sound. His fingers moved to run through your hair, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead. You couldn't help but choke on a sob as you tried to pull away from his affectionate gestures.

"Why're you doing this to me?"

He sighed, fluttering his eyes shut as you spoke. That question again. It was getting him exhausted, telling you over and over again that it was his unconditional love for you, and that the world out there is cruel. His eyes met your teary ones, and guilt started eating him out.

"Doll, please don't make me repeat myself."

"I just wanna go home–"

"–I'm protecting you sweetheart, I can't let anything happen to you–"

"–Please Dabi– I swear I won't tell anyone–"

"–Y/n... that's enough–"

"–I just want to see my dad–"

"Y/N!"

You let out a choked sob as he raised his voice, yelling out your name. A hiccup crawled its way up your throat, escaping your lips. He let out a sigh, lifting his sleeve and wiping the tears that clung to your soft eyelashes.

"I don't wanna yell at you..."

There was an underlying tone of jealousy in his soft, raspy voice. Maybe it was that you had a relationship with your dad he could only dream of. Maybe it was the fact you wanted another man more than him, even if it wasn't romantically. Whatever it was, he didn't like it.

There was a long silence, occasionally broken by your sobs as he wiped your face clean of your tears and snot, only to be met with fresh ones dripping down your (e/c) eyes. He didn't like when you cry, but you had deserved this punishment for trying to escape him.

"Doll, stop crying."

He spoke in a soft but firm voice. He knew you wanted to go back to your old life. He knew you missed your family. He knew you missed it when you were oblivious to his stalking. But that couldn't happen. You're his now, and he's never letting you go.

"You can't go back to your old life... you know that right?"

You nodded, reaching up to wipe your eyes with him. No matter how much you wanted to, you couldn't. You couldn't go back home, you couldn't talk to your parents again, make sure they're all good and well. You couldn't... not... unless...–

"I'll make a deal with you."

His eyes lifted to meet your glazed ones, cocking an eyebrow at your hurried statement. He was wary of your intentions, knowing you always had a way to go around his words.

"How can I trust you won't deal anything unappealing?"

"I'll follow all your rules... and stay with you. I won't escape, I won't do anything against you."

He paused at that, taking some time to think over it, before speaking again.

"Even the rule about wearing my clothes?"

Your body stiffened slightly as he mentioned it. That rule. It hadn't been two minutes since you proposed the deal and you were already having second thoughts. You didn't want to, but you couldn't back down. You had to do this.

"Yes... even– even the one about wearing your clothes."

A grin erupted on his face as he heard your acceptance. That same nauseating grin he always gave you when he was satisfied.

"Alright... I'm listening."

You felt your body froze. He accepted it? Just like that?

"You promise to keep the deal?"

"Yes doll."

"Even after I tell you what it is?"

"As long as you're not going to run away from me."

"Yes, I won't. I promise..."

His grin widened as gave you a gesture to continue speaking. Taking a deep breath a deep breath and praying to god that he wouldn't lash out, you got yourself ready to propose the deal. You just hope that you'd buttered him up enough to let him accept it.

"I want to text to my parents. On your phone. I just want to tell them that I'm okay... and–and nothing's wrong."

His eyes narrowed at that, suspicion stirring inside him.

"You want to text your parents, huh?"

His voice was slightly mocking, with an underlying tone of softness but also condescending.

"Yes. Just want to tell them that I'm okay. You can go through my chats, read my texts while I message them, supervise me, everything!"

He raised an eyebrow at that. You were willing to give up your freedom, just to text your parents? As cute as it was, it made him wanna outright laugh at it. But he didn't. Instead, he just considered you for a moment before speaking.

"I get to monitor your texts?"

"All of them."

"No video calls."

"Deal."

"No voice messages."

"Fine."

"No audio calls."

"Okay."

"And no photos or videos of you to them."

"Agreed."

"And only once a week."

"You have my word."

He stared at you, seeing your breath slightly quickening as you anticipated his answer. Finally, he spoke, almost reluctantly.

"Deal."

You let out a whimper of happiness, throwing your arms around him from pure joy and relief. His eyes widened shocked as you did so. You never hugged him willingly, not even if he forced you. It was extraordinary to watch this. His grin slowly reappearing as he hugged you back.

"Good girl. Looks like you're already starting to follow my rules hmm?"

You felt your cheeks flush red as you immediately pulled away. He chuckled, getting in real close to your face till your noses were just brushing each other. Your tried to glance away but he gripped your chin, forcing you to look at him.

"You look cute when you blush babydoll."

He chuckled, pulling out his phone from his pocket.

"What's the number dollface?"

You told him your parent's number and he typed it in, adding it to his contacts list. You tried to reach for the phone, but he held it away from you, clicking his tongue disapprovingly, his expression a look of mockery.

"Ah–ah. You're still punished dollface. You can text them, but only when I've freed you of your punishment."

You sighed, falling back down against the wall. It only made him smirk wider, leaning down and pressing a rough and dominating kiss to your lips.

"Promise you'll let me?"

"Of course. A promise is a promise."

Your setup is so yummy, I wanna devour it <333333

Aww thanks <33333

𝐃𝐚𝐛𝐢/𝐓𝐨𝐮𝐲𝐚 𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 ━━━ ❥

ᴍᴀsᴛᴇʀʟɪsᴛ ʀᴜʟᴇs : ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴀsᴛᴇʀʟɪsᴛ ɪs ᴅɪᴠɪᴅᴇᴅ ɪɴᴛᴏ sᴇᴠᴇɴ ᴅɪғғᴇʀᴇɴᴛ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs. ᴀʟʟ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs ʜᴀᴠᴇ ғᴀɴғɪᴄᴛɪᴏɴs ᴀɴᴅ ʜᴇᴀᴅᴄᴀɴᴏɴs ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴅɪғғᴇʀᴇɴᴛ ᴘʟᴏᴛs ʙᴜᴛ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴛʜᴇ sᴀᴍᴇ ɪᴅᴇᴀ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ.

𝙿𝚛𝚘𝚕𝚘𝚐𝚞𝚎 : 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙰𝚌𝚚𝚞𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚎

𝔽𝕒𝕟𝕗𝕚𝕔𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟𝕤

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ℍ𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕔𝕒𝕟𝕠𝕟𝕤

━ ❥ 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙲𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚝𝚊𝚔𝚎𝚛 (𝚢/𝚗 𝚊𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝙻𝚎𝚊𝚐𝚞𝚎'𝚜 𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚝𝚊𝚔𝚎𝚛)

𝙲𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝙾𝚗𝚎 : 𝙵𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚕𝚢 𝚃𝚎𝚊𝚖𝚖𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚜

𝔽𝕒𝕟𝕗𝕚𝕔𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟𝕤

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ℍ𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕔𝕒𝕟𝕠𝕟𝕤

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𝙲𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚃𝚠𝚘 : 𝙰𝚝𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗

𝔽𝕒𝕟𝕗𝕚𝕔𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟𝕤

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ℍ𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕔𝕒𝕟𝕠𝕟𝕤

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𝙲𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚃𝚑𝚛𝚎𝚎 : 𝙲𝚘𝚗𝚏𝚎𝚜𝚜

𝔽𝕒𝕟𝕗𝕚𝕔𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟𝕤

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ℍ𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕔𝕒𝕟𝕠𝕟𝕤

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𝙲𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝙵𝚘𝚞𝚛 : 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙵𝚒𝚛𝚜𝚝𝚜

𝔽𝕒𝕟𝕗𝕚𝕔𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟𝕤

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ℍ𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕔𝕒𝕟𝕠𝕟𝕤

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𝙲𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝙵𝚒𝚟𝚎 : 𝚃𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝚃𝚒𝚖𝚎𝚜

𝔽𝕒𝕟𝕗𝕚𝕔𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟𝕤

━ ❥ 𝙸𝚝'𝚜 𝙲𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚍 𝙸𝚗𝚜𝚎𝚌𝚞𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚢

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ℍ𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕔𝕒𝕟𝕠𝕟𝕤

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𝙲𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚂𝚒𝚡 : 𝙴𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚝𝚢

𝔽𝕒𝕟𝕗𝕚𝕔𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟𝕤

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ℍ𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕔𝕒𝕟𝕠𝕟𝕤

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𝙴𝚙𝚒𝚕𝚘𝚐𝚞𝚎 : 𝚃𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝙳𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚑 𝙳𝚘 𝚄𝚜 𝙿𝚊𝚛𝚝

𝔽𝕒𝕟𝕗𝕚𝕔𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟𝕤

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ℍ𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕔𝕒𝕟𝕠𝕟𝕤

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𝐘𝐀𝐍!𝐃𝐀𝐁𝐈 𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 ━━━ ❥

ᴍᴀsᴛᴇʀʟɪsᴛ ʀᴜʟᴇs : ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴀsᴛᴇʀʟɪsᴛ ɪs ᴅɪᴠɪᴅᴇᴅ ɪɴᴛᴏ sᴇᴠᴇɴ ᴅɪғғᴇʀᴇɴᴛ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs. ᴀʟʟ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs ʜᴀᴠᴇ ғᴀɴғɪᴄᴛɪᴏɴs ᴀɴᴅ ʜᴇᴀᴅᴄᴀɴᴏɴs ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴅɪғғᴇʀᴇɴᴛ ᴘʟᴏᴛs ʙᴜᴛ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴛʜᴇ sᴀᴍᴇ ɪᴅᴇᴀ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ.

𝙿𝚛𝚘𝚕𝚘𝚐𝚞𝚎 : 𝙱𝚎𝚐𝚒𝚗𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐 : 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚂𝚝𝚊𝚕𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐

𝔽𝕒𝕟𝕗𝕚𝕔𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟𝕤

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ℍ𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕔𝕒𝕟𝕠𝕟𝕤

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𝙲𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚘𝚗𝚎 : 𝚂𝚝𝚊𝚐𝚎 𝚘𝚗𝚎 : 𝙳𝚎𝚗𝚒𝚊𝚕

𝔽𝕒𝕟𝕗𝕚𝕔𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟𝕤

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ℍ𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕔𝕒𝕟𝕠𝕟𝕤

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𝙲𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚠𝚘 : 𝚂𝚝𝚊𝚐𝚎 𝚝𝚠𝚘 : 𝙰𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚛

𝔽𝕒𝕟𝕗𝕚𝕔𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟𝕤

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ℍ𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕔𝕒𝕟𝕠𝕟𝕤

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𝙲𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚎𝚎: 𝚂𝚝𝚊𝚐𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚎𝚎 : 𝙱𝚊𝚛𝚐𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐

𝔽𝕒𝕟𝕗𝕚𝕔𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟𝕤

━ ❥ 𝙰 𝙿𝚛𝚘𝚖𝚒𝚜𝚎 𝚒𝚜 𝚊 𝙿𝚛𝚘𝚖𝚒𝚜𝚎

ℍ𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕔𝕒𝕟𝕠𝕟𝕤

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𝙲𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚏𝚘𝚞𝚛 : 𝚂𝚝𝚊𝚐𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚞𝚛 : 𝙳𝚎𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚘𝚗

𝔽𝕒𝕟𝕗𝕚𝕔𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟𝕤

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ℍ𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕔𝕒𝕟𝕠𝕟𝕤

━ ❥ 𝙱𝚛𝚘𝚔𝚎𝚗 𝙽𝚞𝚖𝚋

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𝙲𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚏𝚒𝚟𝚎 : 𝚂𝚝𝚊𝚐𝚎 𝚏𝚒𝚟𝚎 : 𝙰𝚌𝚌𝚎𝚙𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚎

𝔽𝕒𝕟𝕗𝕚𝕔𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟𝕤

━ ❥ 𝙽𝚘𝚝 𝙸𝚏 𝚃𝚑𝚎𝚢'𝚛𝚎 𝙳𝚎𝚊𝚍

𝚆𝚑𝚢 𝙱𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝙻𝚒𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚐

ℍ𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕔𝕒𝕟𝕠𝕟𝕤

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𝙴𝚙𝚒𝚕𝚘𝚐𝚞𝚎 : 𝙰𝚕𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚗𝚊𝚝𝚎 𝙴𝚗𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐 : 𝚁𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗𝚐𝚎

𝔽𝕒𝕟𝕗𝕚𝕔𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟𝕤

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ℍ𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕔𝕒𝕟𝕠𝕟𝕤

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𝐑𝐔𝐋𝐄𝐒 ━━━ ❥

━ ❥ This blog is written for Dabi and it is +18! There will be yandere themes, dark content, suicide, abuse, gore, swearing and such. So minors, do not interact!

━ ❥ I will also write fluff and and soft wholesome romance for those who do not want to read yan!Dabi. There will be a separate masterlist for each.

━ ❥ I will not write any Dabi x MHA Character or from any other manga or anime since I don't ship him with anyone and because I WRITE THIS MAN IS ALL FOR YOU PEOPLE!

━ ❥ I won't be writing any fantasy AU's or such since I almost suck at it! yan!Dabi and Normal Dabi/Touya is what I'll be writing, but I may add something like "y/n being his best friend" or "y/n being a new recruit" or stuff like that.

━ ❥ Requests are open so if you have any requests, feel free to drop it down in my ask box. No hate comments please.

━ ❥ No smut or any kind of thirst NSFW! Things might get slightly suggestive in the content, but aside that, I won't do any lemon.

━ ❥ I am a "Dabi is a todoroki" writer so people who don't believe in that, get the fuck out of here!

━ ❥ Do not steal my work or copy it. If you're gonna reblog, give credit to me.

━ ❥ No readers with mental health disorders or something. I might mention it here and there in the headcanons/fanfics but I don't wanna build the whole plot on it. ━ ❥ Please be respectful on my blog, no hate towards me, any commenters, tumblr bloggers or any characters of any anime or manga. And Dabi/Touya haters, I will block you!

𝐖𝐄𝐋𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐄 ━━━ ❥

This blog is +18. Minors Do Not Interact!

Welcome to my blog. You can call me Miss Martian or just M. This blog contains mature content, like yandere and dark themes, self–harm, suicide, abuse, gore and such. But it will also contain wholesomely soft romance and fluff as well. Still, Minors Do Not Interact! Requests are open but I don't write smut at all! But things might get very or slightly suggestive. Nevertheless, please do not request any. I mostly write for Dabi so there will be two masterlists, one for yan!Dabi and one for Dabi/Touya (not yandere). Those two masterlists will further be divided into two parts; dark and fluff. I will be linking the masterlist and more detailed rules of my blog below.

Links ━ ❥ 『𝕓𝕝𝕠𝕘 𝕣𝕦𝕝𝕖𝕤』 『𝕕𝕒𝕓𝕚/𝕥𝕠𝕦𝕪𝕒 𝕞𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕝𝕚𝕤𝕥』 『𝕪𝕒𝕟!𝕕𝕒𝕓𝕚 𝕞𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕝𝕚𝕤𝕥』