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When Dabi says, "My pretty girl takes my cock so well." He's not talking to you, he's talking to your pussy.

Driving around at 2 in the morning with Touya and being his little passenger princess as he holds onto your thighs and you both listen to grandson or MISSIO... maybe Corpse?

You'll never leave me (Yandere!DabixF!Reader)

Hi everyone! It's Vi ✨ I received a request from @oyasumimosura and I hope you all enjoyed it! (I'm sorry if there are any grammatical mistakes, english is not my first language 🙏🏻)

Warnings: yandere themes, curse words

All characters reservations to Horikoshi

Touya's childhood was field with sadness and disappointment. Every passing day he wished his father would look at him and be proud of how big of a hero he would be, strong enough to surpass All Might!

Not even his brother and sister could understand how he felt; no one ever did! Until a certain someone appeared and brought light to his miserable life. Her name was y/n, a little girl he met at the forest he used to go for training.

At first, he was irritated by the fact that a stupid girl was at HIS secure place but couldn't stop staring from distance how wonderful her quirk was. Apparently, the girl had a water manipulation quirk and was practicing next to the lake. Touya felt envious about how much control she had over her power and how it made no damage to her body.

After a while, the little girl notice that there was someone near the rocks and find a pair of blue eyes staring at her. When she saw a boy around her age, she smiled waving at him and Touya felt his heartbeat fasten. He was accustomed to angry stares that made his blood run cold not pretty smiles that made him feel warm. After that day, y/n and Touya became inseparables. They trained together and share bento boxes her mom made for the two of them (he even went to her house when thing got heavy at home)

One particular day when Touya was crying into her arms and she would whisper that everything was going to be okay, they share their first kiss, a little messy but still beautiful, and promised eachother that someday they'll get marry and he won't suffer anymore.

However, as Endeavour's need for Shoto to be better than All might increased, so did Touya's resentment and he started developing really bad habits that worried his new friend. He would questioned whenever she arrived late and got mad if it was because of others; he started showing up covered in scars and eyes field with tears but when she asked him about it he would leave; Also, his flames turned blue and more powerful that she couldn't keep up with him anymore. Due to his sudden change, she became a little bit afraid so she didn't see him as regularly as before but this did not sit well with the blueyed boy.

The oldest Todoroki started following her to the park where she played with her brothers, to her house and even to her martial arts classes. He couldn't understand why did she distanced herself but was too proud to asked so.

If only that day y/n arrived on time, she could have been able to save him...but she didn't and lost her first love in the blink of an eye. After the incident, she concentrated on working her ass off to be one of the biggest heroes this world has ever seen and maybe, by doing that, she could forgive herself for Touya's death. She even tried to keep in touch with the Todorokis in order to save Shoto from ending like his big brother. She usually would call or text the siblings and went to visit Touya's santuari

Some years later, y/n fould herself patroling the streets at night. Since the appearance of the LOV, she had worked a lot more to keep the streets safe but something has been making her anxious. Everywhere she went, the hero felt some pair of eyes watching her every move and she was sure it has to do with some villian

Y/n heard some noises coming from a near alley and decided to check just in case someone needed help. There it was Dabi leading on the wall and looking at her while smirking, as if he had been waiting for her to arrived.

"Well, well, well I finally found you, doll" He said as he took a few steps towards her "It's not a coincidence that we are here tonight. I think we are destined to find each other" he continued to get closer and the hero took some steps back. Something about the way he was looking at her made a shiver run down her spain. The last time they faced each other, he left her with some pretty marks but she wondered why didn't he killed her when he had the chance but soon enough she'll have her answer

Water started to form around her as she was ready to attack but no before saying "You should've killed me that time" and then, with water manipulation, grabbed Dabi's body while she came closer to give him a big blow of water on his stomach and throw him against the wall while blood came out of his mouth. He stood up as it nothing happened and looked a almost as he was enjoying being hit.

"You are stronger than when we were kids, y/n but there is one thing that haven't changed and it's the fact that I'll always win" Dabi said and took advantage of her hesitation to advanced forward enough to make a fire wall to surround them. To say y/n was shocked was understanding. Nobody new her real name, how did he ? And that thing about knowing each other since they were kids?...

Being surrounded by fire made her body temperature raise and ,because of that, her mind felt dizzy but she tried to move in order to attack again but Dabi speed faster towards her and put a cloth around her mouth till her eyes started to close and her legs to trumble.

Once y/n woke up, she couldn't feel her body and the room was spinning around her. From the corner of her eye, she saw someone moving and she remembered who brought her here. Dabi took a sit next to her on bed (she was sitting on a bed with her back against the wall) and run his fingers crossed her cheek tenderly "You do look sexy wearing my clothes but I prefer that red lingerie you wore on monday to work. Damn I almost lost it, doll!" He said while bitting his lip. Hearing what he he just confessed made her want to vomit as y/n realised that he was her stalker! If her mouth wasn't covert, she would've shout or curse at him.

"I see you still don't know how I am so let me give you a guess" He took some piece of jewelry that was hanging from his neck and put it in front of y/n. Her eyes open like plates and everything came rushing back to her head. The ring that was in the necklace was the one she gave Touya all those years ago when they made a promise to get marry. Tears purred down her cheeks as wipe her tears and said "shhh it's okay. It's really me... Finally we are together again, love. And now that you are here no-one is going to take you away from me and you'll never leave me" His face twisted into a manic smile and laughed loudly. Then he took the cloth away from her mouth and she said " I used to love a boy called Touya but you are not him. You murdered and tortured people. You are fucking crazy if you think I'll stay with you" You tried using your quirk but nothing came and he laughed even louder saying "Oh y/n, I almost forgot to tell you...You don't have a quirk anymore. Isn't it great? I just saved you from that horrible life you had and from now and on, it's you and me! And we are gonna get married and you will never leave me!"

"I would never be with someone like you, fucking monster" she screamed at him as she jump of the bed and continued to run to the exit when suddenly, her felt a huge pain in her right leg, so strong that she fell to the floor and couldn't stand up. She looked at her leg and it was broken. Touya was standing behind her with a hammer with a serious face saying "You are not leaving me again so you better get use to it"

At that moment she understood that there was nothing she could do to scape from him and she cried even harder while he carried her to bed and laid her down. He was on top of her as he took her hand an put the ring on finger and smiled satisfied.

"I will get you something to eat, love. Rice with fried chicken, your favourite!" He pause and then said "I love you, doll " and kiss her forehead.

When he was gone, y/n burst out crying and she prayed that all of this was a nightmare but it was far from the truth, the nightmare had just started.

The date (Shigaraki X F!Reader) By Vi ✨

Hi everyone, It's Vi ✨ I decided to write part two of my recent post (if you haven't read it, click here) I hope you enjoy! (Again, I'm sorry if there are any grammatical mistakes, english is not my first language 🙏🏻)

Tag @thickemadame

Warnings: mentions of blood but fluff anyway

All characters reservations to Horikoshi

Shigaraki has been talking with y/n for over two weeks and they already had planned where they would go to have lunch. It actually took that long to organised because of Tomura's "busy schedule" (which meant finding a day where AFO or the league wouldn't need him) and also because he needed to make sure the place they picked was safe (but she didn't have to know any of that)

All this nights spent together talking and playing games, made him believed that maybe there was a chance to be loved and happy in this world. And he liked the person he became around her, made him feel a little more human and not a complete "monster", like everybody thought.

However, he was scared shirtless of her reaction when she'd put the pieces together and realised who he really was and what he was aiming to achieve. But Tomura wished that when it happens, she'll understand him and stays by his side.

The day of their "date", as he liked to call it, was around the corner and so was his anxiety. What if he was too much of a freak for her? What if she saw him at daylight and thought he was ugly (which he believed he was)? How would he talked to a woman when all his life he was rejected or feared by them? So many questions that didn't let him sleep at night. That and the constant thoughts of her soft skin and how good it felt to have her lips on his cheek. He dreamed about having her in front of him and being able to kiss and caress her body.

He didn't have anybody to share his thoughts and opinions about this and he knew he couldn't ask his master; he would say that she was a "distraction" and would try to hurt her. That's why he reminded calmed and did his own research by watching shitty romantic movies and series.

He was in the middle of "Notting Hill" when a new notification arrived, it was a message from y/n!

Cute girl: Hi Tomura! Can't wait to see you tomorrow ❤️

Cute girl: Oh and Sombra also says hi!

His heartbeat increased a lot every time she sent him a text or call. Tomura really enjoyed talking to her; she always had something interesting and funny to say and make his day better. He's excited to see y/n tomorrow! And his mind drifts to what cute outfit would she use and wonders if he should asked her what colours was she going to wear in order to match with hers but realised it might be a little creepy as they haven't known each other for that long.

Suddenly he felt into the realisation that he hadn't thought about an outfit yet and it made him panicked. Running to his closest and looking for something suitable to wear. He couldn't hide his face behind "father" but he also couldn't wear another hoodie so his long dilema started. It took him almost two hours to find something that made him look decent enough and then, he heard another notification.

Cute girl: Hey, it's everything alright?

Cute girl: If you don't feel like going out, it's ok! You don't have to

Oh god no! He had forgotten to respond. Why was he such an idiot? Now she thought he didn't want to come! As usual, he started to scratch his neck furiously till it bleed. Maybe he was overthinking this too much and forgot that he needed to enjoy

Him: Hi y/n!

Him: I'm sorry! I didn't mean to left you on read! I remembered that I didn't have anything planned to wear and I started looking for something and lost track of time

Him: I'm really excited to see you tomorrow

Him: hope u haven't changed your mind about our date

Cute girl: Oh, don't worry! I just thought you didn't want to come and, if I'm being honest, I was kinda sad 🥺🙈

Cute girl: So... Are we seeing each other tomorrow?

Him: Yes!

Cute girl: Yeiiii! I'm so happy!

Cute girl: See you on tomorrow then! ☺️

Tomura was so happy that she seemed to be excited to see him and what was even better was that she didn't corrected him when he said it was "date" so it meant she wanted to date him too! At least, he hoped it meant that

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Tomura arrived half an hour earlier just in case. He didn't want to spoil anything. Today must be perfect! He was waiting on a bench at the park near the restaurant when she appeared. Her h/c hair was down, she had very little make up (as much as he could tell) that made her face lighted up even more and she was wearing a black long sleeve dress with a big scarf that hide part of her face but he could still see the blush on her nose and cheeks. His eyes widened as he took in the sight of her. She looked so adorable and sexy at the same time! How was that even possible?!

When she finally spotted him, she hurried to where he was and gave him a big hug that last more than it should for two people who didn't know each other that well. Tomura stood still while being embraced by her. The last time he was held like this, he ended up decaying his whole family so it made him worried. He wasn't sure if he should reciprocate the gesture so he opted for leaning closer in order to smelt her sweet perfume; she smelt like vanilla and happiness. He wished he smell good enough for her as he took three showers to get rid of blood's smell (he had happened to come across some heroes yesterday and things had scaled quickly)

"It's so nice to see you, Tomura! Thanks for coming" She said while distancing herself from him and he was invaded by sadness as he lost the comfort her embrace provided him.

Then, Y/n looked at him up and down and said "You do look good, gamer boy" and winked at him. At that moment, Shigaraki lost the hability to speak as he was too shocked by her statement. Never in his whole life he'd had someone telling him such a thing and not being joking. Did she truly think he "looked good"? If it wasn't for her innocent smile and those doe eyes, he would've thought it was a joke.

"T-Thanks... You look really pretty" "Thank youuuu! How about we go to the restaurant? I'm starving hahaha" She laughed and Tomura seriously believed it was the greatest melody he's ever heard. As he nodded, she grabbed his arm and pulled from him saying "Let's go then!"

They sat across each other on the floor at a very traditional Japanese restaurant. She did most of the talking and he was glad about it. First of all because he wanted to know everything about her and secondly, cause he still couldn't grasped the fact that he was on a date with the most beautiful woman to ever exist on earth. When food arrived, she went to grab a napkin for both but so was Tomura and their hands touched making her blush adorably and he couldn't help but stared. She looked at him, then to their hands and frowned. He paralysed. Was he staring too much? Did his hand disgusted her? Before he could kept on thinking, she took his hand into hers and said "I don't know what you did but you have to be more careful" as she healed his wounds while caressing them with so much tenderness that he had to suppressed the need to kiss her "There, you are all healed!"

She released his hand and gave him a look full of curiosity "What?" He asked as he was getting nervous of how intense her stare was "Oh nothing... I'm just wondering which is your quirk, if you have you, of course" Tomura remained silenced for a few seconds and contemplated the idea of telling her the truth. He didn't want to risk their possible future but he didn't want to lie to her either "I have a decay quirk. I turn into dust everything I touch with my hands. I know it's kinda creepy but..." y/n didn't let him finished as she said "Wow! That's such a powerful quirk you have! Nobody would mess with you, that's for sure hahaha"

Shigaraki was glad you took it well as their conversation kept going. She asked many questions about his personal life and also talked about the place she worked at. Apparently, she was a nurse that worked at a local hospital (her quirk being really convenient) and she lived alone with Sombra near the league's hideout

After a while, they left the restaurant but didn't want the date come to an end so they went to the park to chat some more as they walked. Tomura didn't want to overthinking about the fact that his hand interviewed with hers and she didn't complained; actually, she seemed really comfortable and he couldn't be happier.

A few minutes into walking, he realised she was shivering and so he copied the same gesture he saw many times in those romantic movies. He took his jacket off and put it in her shoulder while keeping his arm around her in order to kept her warm. Her face was blushing so hard that he thanked all the time he spent watching TV instead of preparing for the LOV next attack

She was so close that he could just leaned down a little bit and kissed her. They remained on their spot while looking at each other intensively and leaned forward for a very expected kiss. But luck was not with them as it started to rain and they had to run to a tree for shelter. When it stopped raining, he took her to her apartment but didn't leave before coming to the door and saying hi to Sombra.

"I had so much fun today! I was thinking that when you are not busy, maybe you could come to my house. I can cook something nice and we can play games... What do you say?" She looked at him waiting for his response but Tomura sword he was in another galaxy. Of course he wanted to spent more time with her and try what she prepared for him "I would love to. How about next Saturday?" "Yes! Then, see you on Saturday Tomura!" She came closer to kiss his cheek and whispered into his ear "I'm looking forward to see you again, gamer boy"

When Tomura arrived at his bedroom, he saw that he had a new notification; a message from you that made him lose the hability to breathe. (Literally *tomura e.x.e stopped working*)

Cute girl: Tomuraaaa, you left your jacket

Cute girl: I'll give it back on Saturday, ok?

Cute girl: Oh and for the record, I would've let you kiss me in the park 🙈

How a relationship with Shoto Todoroki would develop by Vi ✨

Hi everyone, It's Vi! ✨ Today I was thinking about how would a relationship with Shoto be like so I wrote this. Hope u enjoy! ☺️ (Again, I'm sorry if there are any grammatical mistakes, english is not my first language 🙏🏻)

Warnings: none, just fluff

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Strangers to friends

• When you both entered the U.A, Shoto wasn't interested in making friends as his mission was to supperpass Endeavour. He didn't have time for things as trivial as establishing relationships and he made it known to everyone around him. However, everything changed when he scored a low grade at the spanish exam. He actually thought he could manage that class easily without help but it didn't seem like it and that really damage his self-esteem. Aizawa already knew Shoto would've a negative reaction so he suggested to asked his classmates for help and let's just say, the idea didn't thrilled him. Everybody was asking Yaoyoruzu, Bakugou or Deku for help but he was too proud to asked them. He would figured out something by himself.

• Shoto spent the whole week reading Spanish books but he just couldn't grasped the concept. Also, his irritation grew more as his classmates were progressing faster that him (thanks to the tutoring lessons they were given)

One afternoon in particular, Shoto was in the library working on some exercises when one girl from his class appeared. She grabbed a book and sat down near him. As much as he would like to say he couldn't care less about her, he definitely knew who she was. Her name was y/n, she had an air manipulation quirk and a very distracting face. And by "distracting", he meant "the prettiest face he's ever seen" and what bother him so much it's that, more often than not, he would give quick glaces her way during class and completely forget what he was doing.

Shoto has never been able to make friends as his father always put training above more mundane things so he had cero social skills. So this "attraction" he felt towards her was also something he had never experienced before and even he wanted to get closer to her, he just didn't know how so instead, he did his best to ignore her. However, it was kind of difficult as she definitely was the nicest person he's ever meet.

• y/n saw he was struggling with some spanish exercises and offered to help as it was her first language so it was easy for her and eventhough he declined her offer many times, she helped him anyway. It was actually the best decision she could ever make as not only he got on of the highest scores in class but also, Shoto finally let her get closer to him even if he still had this "unapproachable actitud". And that's how their friendship started and honestly, everybody was shocked that the 1A's rain of sunshine was friends with Todoroki.

• At first it was only saying hi to each other, sitting together at lunch and training together. However, over time, Shoto warmed up to her (and also to others) so they hung out at y/n's bedroom where they watched movies and also had this tradition where they would go to different restaurants or cafe every month.

• After the Sports festival, Endeavour offered y/n to do a internship at his agency along with his son but, for Shoto's relief, she said no as she went to pro hero Hawks agency. Eventhough he would've liked to spent more time with her, he wanted to keep his father away from y/n and her quirk. He felt the need to protected her but little did he know that wasn't just him being connected with but something else; something more deeper and he was about to find out...

Friends to lovers

• Fuyumi invited Shoto's friends, Izuku and Bakugou, to have dinner at their house but Endeavour and her were not expecting someone else to appeared after they all were at the table. Shoto had sent a last minute message to invite y/n but didn't want to tell his sister beforehand as she would've pushed the topic and, honestly, he wasn't ready to rationalized those feelings. Because lately, he's been feeling this kind of excitement every time he caught a glimpse of her, smiling a lot more when she was around and his breath was taken away when she would put her head on his shoulder or held his hand. He could be dense sometimes but he wasn't an idiot, deep down he knew this meant something else but was too coward to act on it. Everybody was shocked to see the young lady as Shoto was someone who kept his private life for himself. Izuku, Bakugou, y/n and him survived the tense situation and where about to head home but not before Fuyumi did an interrogation to Shoto about this new friend of his. Her sixth sense told her little brother was in fact, in love with the e/c girl. It was just too obvious! his sister noticed how his normally "irritated face" (because of Endeavour) light up when y/n arrived or how he was always attentive and paying attention to what she did or what she was saying. Also, when she asked y/n if she was Shoto's girlfriend he did not denied but blushed instead. So she really hoped his brother could be happy with her and treat her right

(Of course Fuyumi gave y/n her number for exchanging recipes and update her about his little brother)

•One particularly day, during training, Izuku and y/n were sparing together, something very unusual as she always trained with Todoroki. At first, he thought that maybe she just wanted to try fighting with other quirks (eventhough theirs work perfectly together) so he kept going with his day as usual. However, when she sat next to Midoriya at lunch and were having a very animated conversation, he started to feel a bit irritated but didn't say anything. That night, he had been so busy that he ended up showering really late. As he was walking to his room, he saw y/n coming out of Midoriya's bedroom and when she realised he just caught her, her eyes widened and she nervously said goodbye to him and left in a hurry. Oh, Shoto saw red! If it wasn't for the fact that Deku had closed his door quickly, he would definitely be freezed by now. He didn't like this feeling of pure range but he couldn't help it. Since when they got along so well? What was so fascinating about Midoriya that everybody fell to his feets? Gosh he prayed she didn't like his friend like that cause he didn't know what he would do. All this interaction lighted up an alarmed that remainded him that she won't wait forever, that he needed to confess before he lost her to someone else

• Shoto couldn't sleep that night, planning his confession and imagining possible scenarios and reactions to it. He didn't know if she felt something more than a friendship and honestly, he was scared shirtless cause he didn't want to lose their great friendship, he wouldn't known what to do with himself if y/n rejected him. He couldn't go back to how his life was before her appeared in it and made it worth living beyond a revenge. And, eventhough he was terrified of her response, it was better than to keep those feelings bottled. So the next morning he left a letter on her desk saying he needed to talked to her and that they should met at the school's terrace.

• Once she stood in front of him, he didn't let her ask any questions and just went straight to the point (as he always did) "Look y/n, the reason I called you here today was because something's been bothering me for a while. You and my feelings for you. Since we first spoke, I thought you were too good to be actually true and when you became my friend, I felt blessed to have someone I can trust and who doesn't judge me. Someone who taught me that it's ok to cry sometimes and that my feelings are valuable. I even started to opened up more to others. And all thanks to you! I'm not gonna lie, when I saw you with Midoriya yesterday, my heart hurt cause the thought of being so close to you yet losing you, was just too much. I know I'm being selfish. You deserve someone who has no trouble expressing their emotions or someone who isn't carrying childhood scars that haven't healed yet (emotionally speaking) Maybe you should be with someone as nice as Midoriya" he paused and continued "but what I'm trying to say is that, if you ever feel anything for me that makes you appreciate the good things above all the bad things I have, I swear to love you with my heart and soul. Take it both of them, it's full of you. Take all of me y/n, I'm already yours anyway... It's ok if you don't reciprocate, I mean you don't -" And Shoto was definitely not expecting for her to kiss him but he won't complain. The kiss was a bit clownsly as they were inexperienced but it was beautiful because they loved each other and they would've time to learn. From that day, Shoto kept his promise to loved her and protect her and he felt in love with her every day all over again.

Valentine's Day with Shouta Aizawa by Vi ✨

Hi everyone, it's Vi! ✨ So as you already now it's valentines day in many countries so I decided to do something fluffy for you ❤️ Hope you enjoy! (Again, sorry if there are any grammatical mistakes, english is not my first language 🙏🏻)

Pd: Happy valentine's day to those who have a special someone! And to those who hasn't, treat yourself with some chocolates and flowers because loving yourself is also a reason to celebrate! 💕

Warnings: none, just fluff

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The heroes have won and restored peace. It took some time to rebuild the cities near the fight but in a few months, Japan was functioning like usual. The classes at UA started again and everyone was excited to be back at school (even those who have lost friends, family or teachers) but not Aizawa. He felt terrible about how things turned out and just couldn't move on like nothing ever happened. Not when he has scars that hasn't healed yet. He lost many friends and now he was incapable of using his quirk to save others. Because of it, he felt useless and miserable as he was no longer a hero and all he had left was teaching.

Mic was getting worried about his friend's behaviour; he didn't eat or sleep and started shutting down to everyone around him. It was when Eri knocked the door one night saying she was scared cause Aizawa had locked the door to his bathroom and won't come out, that the hero decided to put an end to this situation. Firstly, he obligated his friend to go the psychologist and then, every week they would go out in order to make him feel comfortable interacting with other people again; this included setting him up on dates against his will. Having a relationship was not something he needed right now and he definitely didn't want to become a burden to anybody. That was until a certain someone came along...

Y/n was a foreigner doctor that arrived to Musutafu a few months ago when she found out what was happening and wanted to help. She had a "sanation quirk" which meant she could cure and regenerate body parts. She's specialised in working with people who had been badly injured and needed to train their body functions from the beginning.

After helping to attend civilians and heroes during the final war, Nezu offered her a job at the UA as "Recovery girl" was finally retiring and she gladly accepted. She was introduced to the other stuff a few weeks earlier but Shouta was nowhere to be seen and definitely didn't pay Yamada any attention when he talked about a "new sexy doctor" or something like that cause, if he had listened to him, he would've been prepared for such a sight. His friend suggested to visit the new college as maybe she could help him to recover fiscally (and also because he knew that the moment Aizawa saw her, he would be hooked) So there he sat rigid without making eye contact while she inspected his injuries. She was so close that he couldn't help but smell her sweet perfume. Y/n (as she has told him) was the prettiest woman he has ever seen or been near, by far; her e/c eyes brought calm when he looked into them and her reassuring smile told him everything was going to be ok and suddenly, he realised how rough this months have been that a simple gesture fold with positivity, made him feel so overwhelmed he needed to get out of the room for a few moments.

Once he came back, the doctor was smiling at him and made him sit next to by grabbing his rough hand into her delicate one He was not expecting such an action as well as not expecting her look at him right on the eye and said "Have some good news for you! First of all, we are gonna replace this pirate bandage you have for an implant and, with my quirk's help, it could regenerate your hability to see and use your power. However, it'll take time. We will work together in rehab and maybe and year from now, you would be able to use your quirk like you did before! (I'm not a doctor, I actually study law, so please understand all of this is fantasy)" Aizawa couldn't believe what he was hearing, he even thought Mic had told her say that so he wouldn't feel so terrible but the look in her eyes was one of genuine happiness and sincerity so he choose to believe and chase, after so many years, the hope of having a good ending where he could finally be in peace with himself.

Six months later, Shouta was quite pleased with how much he achieved. He started eating, sleeping and teaching like he did before it all went down the hill. He really had missed training his students and doing hero work. So he was glad he visited y/n that time, speaking of which became one of his best friends. She was always by his side; on his worst days where everything hurt and he didn't want to keep going, she was there to extend him a hand. Also, on those days were training seemed easy and he would do everything right, she was there to cheer for him. It was just a "mere coincidence" that his favourite days were the ones he spent next to her. Actually, they had their own routine together; they would eat every day the bento boxes she prepared to lunch at the rooftop, also, before going to the teachers dorms, they would have a cup of coffee and tea (a vanilla tea with honey for her. Yes, he memorized her favourite drink because he is a really good friend, right? Right?) and twice a month they would go out to eat alone or sometimes Hizashi joined them.

Some days, she would appeared unexpectedly to play with Eri and they would ended up having dinner together, like a family. Oh, that made Aizawa stay awake at night. The mere thought of having y/n on his life as more than a friend, made his head spin. He would take to his own grave that sometimes, when they were out with Eri, he actually pretended they were a real family and when old ladies comment on how cute their child was, he did not denied and respond "yes, I know just like his mother" just to see the cute blush on her face and for her to hit his arm because of embarrassment.

Her arrival had been a blessing and there was no denying she'd saved him but somewhere along the way, feelings got confusing and their friendship was something more to him. When he was around her, he no longer felt lonely and sad. She made him feel loved when she traced the scars from fights he wanted to forget or when she would put his head on her lap and caressed his hair till he was asleep. Every little thing made him fell in love with her allover again, that's why he had prepared a big surprise in order to confess. He has been leaving romantic letters on her desk with flowers or chocolates, other times he left some vanilla tea with her favourite cake or small gifts such as plushies, earrings and necklaces all from her secret admirer. The girls from class 2A had given him the idea and help him choose a few of them.

When Valentine's Day arrived, Shouta was so nervous he thought he would explode. Today was the day he'll finally confessed. He had made a reservation at the highest building in the city just to have the best view for the fireworks show and the lake. He made sure they served her favourite dish and that were roses on the table. He left a letter on her desk that said "Today I'm going to have enough courage to tell you how I feel. Please meet me at 8PM at xxxx, I'll be waiting. Pd: This is my final gift before reviling identity, please feel free to wear it tonight. Kisses, your secret admirer" and next to it was a box with a beautiful red dress inside. Something modest and elegant but just as stunning as you were. He did a design for Momo to make and he couldn't be happier about how it looked on her, She looked like a princess straight out of a fairy tale. She still hadn't seen him and Shouta panic for a moment, his head filled with bad thoughts like "what if she rejected him? What if she didn't like him?, etc" but once he looked eye with her, he knew everything was going to be alright even if she rejected him. Her eyes were full of curiosity and she was trying to hide the blush on her face by looking around the restaurant so he took this moments to admire her. If he could his the ground she was walking, he definitely would. What a sight she was. Not only with this beautiful dress but also when she wore that cute pijama bunny with her hair on a messy bun. He would choose that sight every day for the rest of his life. From the moment he laid eyes on her, he knew there was no coming back and he gladly accepted that from the start. He was hers to take if she wanted to and he would make sure to give her the best of him, mind, spirit and soul.

He hadn't realised he's been holding his breath for a few seconds until she was in front of him with a timid smile and said "I was hoping it was you all along" and took him by surprise by kissing him and that was how it started. He didn't know what he did to deserve someone as wonderful as her but he'd make sure she won't regret ever choosing him.

Jealous Dabi! X F! Reader

Hi everyone, it's Vi!✨ I decided to write something about jealous Dabi. Hope you enjoy! ❤️

Pd: Sorry I haven't been posting but I was on vacation and didn't have good connection hahaha

(Again, sorry if there are any grammatical mistakes, english is not my first language 🙏🏻)

All characters reservations to Horikoshi

Warnings: suggestive maybe? but not really smut

• Well, let's imagine you are Hawks' quirkless secretary and certain day he asked you to attend to a LOV meeting with him in order to record what they'll say

• Everything was going smooth till a very tall guy with pursing blue eyes sat next to you and asked "what is a woman like you doing in a place like this?" You tried to not be affected by this intense staring and said "I'm here with Hawks since I'm his secretary I need to involve myself for the cause too" Apparently that piece of information caught his attention and gave you an curious look but before letting him speak again you continued saying "Anyways, what do you mean a woman like me?" And he smirked while saying" I meant a delicate and beautiful lady like you being in a shitty hole like this" You were blushing like a tomato and Touya thought it was really cute

• Since that day, Dabi tried to be as near to you as possible every time you were on reunions together. Also, he would text you and appear out of the blue at the end of you shift just to spend time with you even if it meant getting caught by the heroes. At first, Touya thought he could manipulated you to gain information but after a while, he realised you weren't aware of your surroundings and he started to feel the need to protected you from this society. Something in Hawks didn't sit well with Dabi's interested in you but he choose to ignore it and take advantage of it.

• Some time before the heroes attack to the LOV's base, Dabi was waiting for you to get out of work hiding at an alley. It been fifteen minutes and there was no sight of you but before he started to torture some sidekicks about your wereouts, you and Hawks appeared from the sky to land safely at the entrance of the agency. The hero had you prestressed against his chest with his arms around your waist and your hands grabbing his t shirt. This act itself made Dabi's blood boild and without realising, fire started to came out of his arm. How dare that pathetic asshole put his hands on his girl. Yeah, you two didn't have a title yet but that didn't mean he could be touching you like that. He thought everybody knew you were off limits but apparently, he needed to make thing more clear for those stupid heroes that wanted to take you away from him. Oh and he was gonna make Hawks pay but he needed to control himself before he did something infront of you that'll make you scared.

• That night Hawks offered to take you to your house when Dabi appeared next to you wrapping his arm around your waist and giving it a squeeze while pulling you closer "She doesn't need a ride. I'll take her home. We have a long night, don't we love?" He looked at you with range and lust on his eyes while grabbing your chin with his index finger. You weren't sure what he exactly meant by that cause' you both only had shared kisses now and then but never got to something more sexual. However, his words and the way he was staring at you said otherwise.

• "We are going now, doll" They started to walk but Dabi turned around a little to looked at Hawks dead on the eye as if challenging him. Touya knew the hero felt something towards his girl so he wanted to make very clear for him that she was his and his only and that he won't let him get away with those actions.

• Once at your apartment, you were slammed against the door as Touya force you to look at him by grabbing your jaw "I think I haven't been cleared enough with you so let me get this straight" He got near your mouth while looking lustfully at you and said "There is a big difference between that stupid hero and me. He would definitely sacrifice you for the world's benefit while I would burn the whole world just for you (hear this on tik tok and it fits him hahaha well)" He then traced your lips with his thumb as he said "You are mine. You belong to me since the fist day I lay eyes on you and I won't let some idiot believe he can take whats mine. Am I clear?" You simply nodded as he attacked your lips while wrapping his hand around your neck. Once he broke the kiss, his hand remained on your neck and he added a bit of pressure on it demanding for you to say you were his. Then he applied open mouth kisses on your neck while leaving marks on your sweet skin so Hawks and other assholes would see you belong to him. That was just the start of a very long night and let's just say you couldn't go to work the next day.

just passing by, what if our dearest darling reader finally got to escape from the hold of the "bad" yandere men but you know, felt life is a little lacking without her yandere shigaraki and finally understood why she should had just stayed with him instead of trying to refuse plus she knows that shigaraki loves her and he is alone so she worries for him so... now reader will have to crawl back from where she came from explain it to him and tell him how much she love him.

I didn't know you were from Argentina that's amazing

- Anon 04-04

Yandere Shigaraki x Reader

Hi everyone, it's Vi! ✨ I received this request from an anon and thought it was a great idea to write about it! Thanks anon for requesting 💕 Hope you enjoy! ❤️ (Again, sorry if there are any grammatical mistakes, english is not my first language 🙏🏻)

All characters reservations to Horikoshi

Warnings: Yandere content and fluff?

It's been three months since I ran away from Shigaraki's hold. I had been with him for seven months till I saw the chance to scape when the league had a meeting with other villains. At first I thought that I could go back to my old life but the chances of Shigaraki finding me again were too high so I moved to another city and kept a low profile. I didn't asked for the heroes' help as I knew the villain would killed them if I did.

The fist week I enjoyed my freedom to the fullest; I went to the park for walks, went to the cinema or to eat alone at restaurants. However, there were times where I found myself thinking "He would've enjoyed this movie" or "He would've loved this certain place" and, as the days passed, it felt strange not to have him around. On Fridays, we would order take out and watch romantic animes he didn't like but watched just because I liked it and I would end up falling asleep on his arms. Since escaping, I couldn't fall asleep without him so, in order to sleep, all I could do was grabbing a pillow and pretending it was him who I was spooning. Also, every morning I would prepared breakfast for two without realising and a sense of sadness would invaded me each time. I didn't know what to do anymore as I find everything boring; Was life before him this dull? Could it be that he made my days more interesting? It made me really angry that I missed him more every day after hoping to scape from his place for seven months and thinking about going back to his arms made me feel some kind of relieved. However, I stopped those thoughts before I grabbed my keys and leave because It probably was the stockholm syndrome talking and definitely not her being in love with him.

On particular day, I went to the store to buy something to eat and the cashier asked me out. I felt so lonely without Shigaraki that I thought it was a good idea to try to move on and find a reason to stay. So the next day, he took me to an arcade where he tried to win all the stuff animals but couldn't get any and we had ice cream sat on a bench while looking at the stars. It was supposed to be a romantic and intimate moment but, with all honesty, all I could think was how my Shiggy would've won all the prizes just for me and how I really wished it was him next to me watching the sky and not this poor guy who has been talking for fifteen minutes but I wasn't listening. He even took my hand on the way home but it wasn't the same; It wasn't Tomura's rough hand grabbing mine delicately with his pinky finger lift to not decay me. It weren't his lips whose kissed my cheek because if it were his, my cheeks would be blushing like they always do when he kisses me. I entered my house (it didn't felt right to call it home without him in it), alone, and went to find an old Tomura's t shirt (the one I scaped with on) and cry with it in my bedroom floor. I was hard to admit that I missed him but even harder not to be with him. That night, I cryed myself to sleep

My final straw was when, the next morning, I saw on the news that the league's hideout had been attacked by the heroes and apparently, Shigaraki had fought with them but his whereas remain unknown. Tears where rolling down my face without realising. I was so worried yet so scared that something bad had happened to him and I wasn't by his side. What if he died believing I didn't loved him and that I left him for it? I won't be able to live with that thought. I had to find him and make sure he was alright. I needed to tell him what I felt before it was too late.

It was hard to find their location but thanks to Toga answering my phone call, I did. I stood at the door unable to move as my thoughts were running wild and field me with insecurity. What if it was too late and he doesn't love me anymore? What if he is mad at me and wants revenge? Would he want to take me back after all this time? But all of it was interrupted as I was already opening the door. Some of the league members that had survive were hiding here and once I entered, everything got quiet. Horrified looks from everyone in the room but I'm only looking at him (Sorry, I had to put this phrase from Taylor's song hehe), he looked like he haven't been sleeping or eating at all and had many new scars. His eyes were locked in mines and he told everyone to get lost as he needed privacy. The room was silent again and before he could say anything, I said " I know you are probably mad at me and don't want to see me anymore but hear me out first. I need to tell you the truth! All this months I thought I wanted my old life back and that I missed it but once I got it, it was not what I was expecting because I felt that something was missing and that something was you. At first, I didn't want to admit that I cared about you but I realized that life without you had not meaning and if to have freedom I need to be away from you, then I don't want it. I want to be with you but not obliged this time, I want to do it because I love you" At this point my face was on fire and my eyes field with tears but so were Tomura's. He hugged me tight as if he was scared that I would disappear again, kissed my temple and whispered "I was so scared, thought you wouldn't come back to me. I know I'm not the best with words and defenitly not with emotions, but I want to say that I love you and I promise to never let go of you. I promise I'll protect you and to make you happy, just please stay with me" his voice break at the end as he cupped my cheeks tenderly and kissed me with so much love and affection. We stayed hugging each other for a while as I said "I would never leave you ever again"

While you thought you were so capable of scaping and "hiding" from him, he had already known your new location and even had cameras inside your new apartment. He had people following you, telling him what you were doing and remember the guy you went on a date with? Well, he has vanished from earth, Shigaraki made sure of it. He have you time to realised how much you need him and if you happened to enjoy your life without, he would've made sure you never see the sunlight as he'll keep you locked in his room. But you'll never know any of that.

You are looking for asks? Alright!

What is your take on the guys of MHA? Who do you think would most likely be a yandere? Lets say that they have taken notice of person who likes to draw. When she has a spare moment she doesn't play on her phone but instead likes to draw in a sketch book that she carries with her everywhere. After a few encounters one sided encounters (she doesn't notice their presence) she accidentally leaves her sketch book on a park bench. How would yanderes respond to finding the sketch book? What if the sketch book contained the reader's contact information?

Yandere Dabi x artistic reader

Okay maybe I am a simp but i always pictured dabi as a yandere (also he gives: darling guess whose back from jail, vibes )

TW : yandere stuff, simp behavior, bad English since its not my native language

Let me know which mha character I should write about too💜

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I just always saw Dabi as a yandere, I mean think about it. This guy is traumatized to no end, hes clearly obsessed with revenge and seems laser focused on his goals.

So when he spotted you by yourself in a cafe he was intrigued. Everyone in there was looking at their phones except for you two. To be honest he would look at it if he had one, but lets be honest my man is fucking broke. And you, since you were focused on the paper infront of you.

Your sketch book was filled with drawings of everything you could think of, it showed which shows you watch, what your favorite flowers are, even your personal style could be found in the characters outfits. And he was so fascinated by the way you stopped caring for your surroundings and stared at the page.

He couldn’t help but follow you home. He knew he was messed up but stalking was a new level for him. But he loved watching you so much, he always imagined how things would go if he was there too, sitting on the couch watching you draw while one hand was resting on your thigh.

And then his lucky day came. You forgot your sketchbook while some random thief came into the cafe you were sitting in. Poor baby, he thought, so scared of some thief even though he could show you real power.

But now here he was holding your beloved sketchbook in his scared hands, brushing over the stickers you put on it and finally getting a look inside.

Wtf was that ?!?! Why are you drawing those awful heroes?! They are just good for nothings who wouldn’t even care for your existence!!! They are not hot !! … why is there a sketch of Shoto in it ?

Dont worry darling hes coming to get you. Who cares about your old life, he will give you all the utensils you need. He will show you what a real hero is. And he will be just that.

Your hero.

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I hope you liked it darling 💜 please let me know your opinion and further ideas, this ask showed me how much i love writing for mha 💜

Let me know your opinions and what character should be next 💜

Thinking about poor 16 years old touya who was just a kid on a street at night and no heroes helped him...

What if 20yo!reader who was a small hero saved him and took him home with her and took care of him and him slowly become obsessed with her as 3 years went by bc she was the only one who saved him, stood by him. While the reader is so clueless to his obsession <3

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

━ ❥

ℍ𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕔𝕒𝕟𝕠𝕟𝕤

━ ❥

𝙲𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚘𝚗𝚎 : 𝚂𝚝𝚊𝚐𝚎 𝚘𝚗𝚎 : 𝙳𝚎𝚗𝚒𝚊𝚕

𝔽𝕒𝕟𝕗𝕚𝕔𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟𝕤

━ ❥

ℍ𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕔𝕒𝕟𝕠𝕟𝕤

━ ❥

━ ❥

𝙲𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚠𝚘 : 𝚂𝚝𝚊𝚐𝚎 𝚝𝚠𝚘 : 𝙰𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚛

𝔽𝕒𝕟𝕗𝕚𝕔𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟𝕤

━ ❥

ℍ𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕔𝕒𝕟𝕠𝕟𝕤

━ ❥

━ ❥

𝙲𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚎𝚎: 𝚂𝚝𝚊𝚐𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚎𝚎 : 𝙱𝚊𝚛𝚐𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐

𝔽𝕒𝕟𝕗𝕚𝕔𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟𝕤

━ ❥ 𝙰 𝙿𝚛𝚘𝚖𝚒𝚜𝚎 𝚒𝚜 𝚊 𝙿𝚛𝚘𝚖𝚒𝚜𝚎

ℍ𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕔𝕒𝕟𝕠𝕟𝕤

━ ❥

━ ❥

𝙲𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚏𝚘𝚞𝚛 : 𝚂𝚝𝚊𝚐𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚞𝚛 : 𝙳𝚎𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚘𝚗

𝔽𝕒𝕟𝕗𝕚𝕔𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟𝕤

━ ❥

ℍ𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕔𝕒𝕟𝕠𝕟𝕤

━ ❥ 𝙱𝚛𝚘𝚔𝚎𝚗 𝙽𝚞𝚖𝚋

━ ❥

𝙲𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚏𝚒𝚟𝚎 : 𝚂𝚝𝚊𝚐𝚎 𝚏𝚒𝚟𝚎 : 𝙰𝚌𝚌𝚎𝚙𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚎

𝔽𝕒𝕟𝕗𝕚𝕔𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟𝕤

━ ❥ 𝙽𝚘𝚝 𝙸𝚏 𝚃𝚑𝚎𝚢'𝚛𝚎 𝙳𝚎𝚊𝚍

𝚆𝚑𝚢 𝙱𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝙻𝚒𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚐

ℍ𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕔𝕒𝕟𝕠𝕟𝕤

━ ❥

━ ❥

𝙴𝚙𝚒𝚕𝚘𝚐𝚞𝚎 : 𝙰𝚕𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚗𝚊𝚝𝚎 𝙴𝚗𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐 : 𝚁𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗𝚐𝚎

𝔽𝕒𝕟𝕗𝕚𝕔𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟𝕤

━ ❥

ℍ𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕔𝕒𝕟𝕠𝕟𝕤

━ ❥

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."

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.

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

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?

not me romanticizing what it would be like to have a stalker of my own that knew me better than i know myself… what in the actual fuck is wrong with me

Hunger

Pairing: Dark Dabi x (female) Reader

▶ This is a yandere/dark work and it may contain triggering content so please READ THE WARNINGS before. Do not read if minor.

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Female Reader

SUMMARY: Leaving you with an empty stomach is the first step for Dabi’s plan to break you. 

WARNINGS: Implied Kidnapping; Starvation; Manipulation.

AN: Please, reblog and give me feedback.

Finally entering the Bnha fandom. Give me more ideas, pls, a girl doesn't know what to write :)

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You wince at the pain that blossoms in your middle.

Your stomach far too tired to growl properly, having resigned to prolonged painful pangs - a pitiful form of begging to which you can’t answer. Your whole body feels weak, no strength left in your limbs aside from a dizzy mind that keeps drifting away.  

You can’t even remember when was the last time you ate something - courtesy from Dabi. He is a vindictive asshole, you knew that from the start.

Wasn't that the reason you got yourself kidnapped? Your constant refusal to his advances snapping him off enough to kidnap you.

But you didn’t think he’d make you starve for days as retaliation for all the yelling and shouting the nastiest insults you could find at the black-haired man. 

You’d kill for a single bite of that delicious crusty pizza you ate that one time. Or that mouth-watering hamburger that so often appears in television advertisements.

Just the memory of food has your stomach hurting even more and you curl your arms around your body in the bed, feeling yourself getting weaker by the minute. 

As time tediously drags by, you fall into a light slumber, wincing at the regular stomach aches. 

The faint noise of the apartment door opening barely means anything to you, however the subtle aroma of warm food that reaches your nose triggers your eyes open. 

It floats through the small apartment, the smell of delicious cuisine bringing water to your dry mouth and you gulp. Are you dreaming?

Footsteps and the chickling of plates is all your ears catch and it doesn’t take long before Dabi appears at the door, holding a plastic tupperware.

“Wakey wakey, sweetheart. Look what I got here.”

You sniff, head rising fragilely and your stomach growls loudly. Dabi chuckles at that, stepping closer to you.

“Looks like someone is hungry.” he opens the container and you almost choke when the luscious smell of seasoned food hits your nostrils. 

One of your hands unconsciously raises, fingers greedily reaching for the tupperware but Dabi is quick in moving it away from your reach, placing it on the floor behind him, knowing there’s no way for you to reach it given the heavy chain attached to your ankle. 

“Now, now, sweetheart, where are your manners?” 

“I’m hungry…” your weak voice brings a feline smile on Dabi’s voice, features twisting with pleasure at the hunger in your face, your cheeks slightly sunken with malnutrition.

“Not so strong now, are we? What happened? Got yourself into a diet?” he maliciously retorts. 

He slowly sits at the edge of the bed, blue eyes attentive to your reaction but you offer him none.

You’re too tired, too hungry to put up with him. The pit in your belly only worsens with each second and you’re about to beg Dabi when his hand reaches for your face, tenderly caressing your cheek. 

The momentaneous satisfaction in his disfigured face is broken into irritation when you recoil, pulling your face away from him, avoiding his touch.

His fingers harden into an angry fist and he scowls for a moment before forcing himself to calm down. 

“Always an ungrateful brat, aren’t you? An ungrateful stupid brat.” his eyes get colder as he glares at you. “Never able to appreciate all the things I do for you, huh? Always so-”

He stops, shaking his head before straightening his back and then he smiles - a wicked terrifying smile that has you forgetting about your devastating hunger - as he shrugs his shoulders. 

“Nah, but you know what? Brats don’t deserve to eat anyways.” he shakes some invisible dust off his long jacket, sighing as he starts to stand up,

“Well, guess I’m just gonna eat all that delicious food all by myself since I got no one to share it with. I even bought those delicious crispy chips you liked so much, but oh well.” 

You blink, panic and hunger bubbling in your body as you hopelessly reach for the cloth of his jacket. 

“No, Dabi, please!” you cry out, swallowing the last of your pride and honor as you beg, and he slowly sits back on the bed, “I’m sorry, okay? Please…”

His jaw twitches with enjoyment and the corner of his lips curl. 

“Yeah, is that so? Little brat wants to be a good girl now?” 

You nod eagerly despite the knot that tightens in your heart, but you can’t afford to think about any of this. You have to eat. 

“You sure about that? I’m not forcing you or anything, right?” 

The irony of his words would make you roll your eyes if you had the energy for such.

“Then say it. Loud and clear, so there’s no doubt left.”

“I-” you lose track of the words at the sight of his electrifying blue eyes, “I want to be a good girl.”

“Then you can start by acting like a good girl. Come here.” he taps his lap, his hand latching onto your wrist and you don’t resist when Dabi softly tugs you towards him.

A whimper escapes you when your frail muscles are forced to move using the last of your scarce energies but at the end you find yourself perched on top of Dabi’s lap, one leg awkwardly bent while the other lays straight, the chain on your ankle fully stretched.

His arms waste no time wrapping themselves around your waist, your arms getting caught in the way. He nuzzles into your neck, humming in delight despite the obvious tension in your body

“Are you sure you want to be fed? Cause you sure don’t seem very enthusiastic.” his dab is enough to snap you out of your transe and you turn your face towards him, pressing a small kiss to his cheek, cringing when your lips touch the cold staples. 

“That’s better.” he opens into a wide smile. “Wasn’t so hard, after all, huh?”

The rumble from your stomach has you wincing. “Can I eat now?” 

Dabi doesn’t mind you, too busy peppering kisses over the expanse of your shoulder.

“Dabi?”

“Hum, maybe in a while.” he winks at you, and you feel sick to your stomach despite having eaten nothing.

“I need to make sure that my good girl doesn’t turn bad.”

Yandere Royal Gay AU pt 8

Part 7 is here. Check out my MASTERLIST for more.

You didn't want to open your eyes.

You had woken up a while ago and realised you were back home when you heard your father's voice. He was singing to you, more humming than actually saying the words but... you recognised the lullaby. It was something he used to hum to you when you were sick or couldn't sleep as a child.

It was incredibly personal, one of the few memories that you cherished with him.

So why did he have to do it in front of Keigo?

It took every fibre in your being to not get up and strangle him while pulling his eyeballs out.

"You have a soothing voice." Keigo whispered from your side, brushing your hair with his hand, while you clawed the sheets from under the covers.

Dabi smiled, feeling perfectly content now that he had his most precious treasures in front of him, safe and sound. "How are you feeling now? Do your wings still hurt?"

"Not as much. Emperor Kai's healers did their magic. I'll be flying again in no time." Keigo sighed as he looked at you. "Its her I'm more worried about, Dabi."

"Why? Kai already healed any minor injuries she had-"

"Physically, yes, she's healed. But what about mentally?"

"What about it?" Dabi pushed, eyes narrowing. Keigo sat up straighter. "Dabi, regardless of what AFO did or that you saved her-" "we saved her, Keigo." "- right. Regardless, she... she will be affected by all of it. That was her mother's homeland, her people, and AFO was her grandfather. You and I both know Y/n isnt one to just- just hate anyone or hold grudges. She'll be crushed by AFO's death, or all those villagers deaths. I mean, you did see how she reacted to Tomura's death-"

"That's enough." Dabi snapped, voice barely containing the rage he felt. "You will never speak of those names again, Keigo. What happened to them, what I did to them- it was a kindness! A mercy compared to the punishment that they deserved and would've gotten if it weren't for Y/n being there."

"But Y/n-"

"We will take care of Y/n. You and me, together will help her forget about those traitorous bastards and everything will return to normal." Dabi closed his eyes, pausing before opening them again. "We are all that she needs, Keigo. Now more than ever."

The blonde smiled softly before moving off the bed and over to Dabi, the latter gently pulling the blonde into his lap, hands cautiously settling on the base of his wings.

"I never doubt you, Dabi." Keigo whispered as he kissed him. "I trust you with my life, and Y/n's." Dabi smiled against his lips. He adored how protective Keigo was over you, and he's the only one who is allowed to be possessive over you.

"I know, love." Dabi murmured, tightening his grip on the blonde's hips when he tried to move. "Where are you going?"

"Gonna make something for Y/n to eat."

"The kitchen staff-"

"-will mess it up,I just know it. Just let me handle this Dabi. I'll be back soon, hm?"

Dabi sighed. "Dont take too long." He watched him leave before turning back towards you, taking your hand in his as he resumed humming the lullaby.

He traced his thumb over your wrists, staring at it absentmindedly as his mind went back to the events of the battlefield, heart swelling up with joy at his victory over AFO and his entire kingdom. His lips quirked up slightly as he recalled the screams of the people burning.

They deserved it.

They deserved it and so much more for what they did to you, for taking away his one and only child and torturing you in god knows what horrendous way they came up with.

Isn't that why you looked so miserable and devastated at the battlefield?

Dabi's eyes flicked to your face, widening when they met your own.

You were awake.

"Y/n!" Dabi squeezed your hand before getting up to sit on your bed. Taking your face in his hands as he looked at you with concern. "I- are you okay? How are you feeling now?"

Hollow eyes stared at him, your mouth remained sealed shut as you looked at him. But just before it creeped Dabi, you blinked and then tears started to fall down your face.

Dabi immediately (but gently) pulled you to his chest, practically sitting you in his lap like a child, arms wrapping themselves around you like a warm cocoon to calm you down as he continued to look down at you with even more worry when great sobs racked your body.

"Y/n? Oh baby- its okay, its okay! You're fine." He pulled your face away from his chest, cradling your face in his hands as his thumbs wiped away the tears from your cheeks. "No one is mad at you. I am not mad at you, more concerned is all. When you went missing, I- I thought you were dead. I thought you were dead and it hurt, Y/n. It hurt me that you died hating your father, and I never want that. I just-" Dabi closes his eyes and sighs before opening them. "I dont blame you for your actions. You ran away because of me, and while that may not have been the wisest decision, I understand and... I forgive you. You were misled by people you trusted, and they paid for their actions. Now, I want us to start anew again. Put everything behind us and become a happy family again. You, me and Keigo, together against the world, hm? How does that sound?" You all but wailed louder at the mention of that whore's name, but Dabi just percieved it as you being overwhelmed and pulled you tighter against his chest.

With one hand rubbing circles in your back while the other was carded in your hair, Dabi kissed your temple, smiling softly as you cried hard into him.

"Its okay. Let it all out, Y/n. I've got you, baby. I've got you."

And I'm never letting go. Ever.

-

Dabi left once you'd calmed down, saying that he was going to inform Keigo that you were finally awake. You of course, would rather gouge out your eyes than meet that murderer, but that idea was thrown out the window when your nanny knocked on your door, Inko looking visibly surprised to see you awake.

She all but rushed over to hug you, tears falling from her eyes as she pulled away from you suddenly, bowing her head as she apologised for touching you. You smiled sadly before opening up your arms, and Inko hugged you again. She was allowed to drop royal protocol, the woman had practically raised you.

A few minutes later and you heard Keigo and Dabi walking in the hallway. You pulled away from Inko and told her to tell them that you were taking a bath.

"Please! Just tell them you drew me a bath, I- I-" Inko didn't need to be told twice as she ushered you towards the bathroom and quickly shut the door behind her, right in time for Dabi and Keigo to barge in.

"Where is she?! Where's Y/n?" Keigo asked, whipping his around for you, as if you'd be hiding somewhere. Inko bowed, greeting the two men, raising her head only to see Keigo looking at her impatiently and Dabi raising a brow at her.

"Well?"

"The princess is taking a bath, your Majesty. I had recommended it to help heal her wounds better-" She began lying, but Dabi cut her off.

"Let me know when she's ready. Dress her in soft clothes, I want her to be comfortable. You will take care of it, hm?" Dabi ordered, and Inko bowed her head in obedience.

"Of course, your Majesty."

"Come on, Keigo. She'll be back soon. Why don't you continue making her lunch? We'll all eat here." Dabi suggested, his hand on Keigo's back guiding him out of the room.

You sighed as you heard them leave, closing your eyes as it dawned that you had escaped facing Keigo but only momentarily.

Inko entered the bath, smiling apologetically as she knew that you didn't like Keigo.

"I'll draw you a bath, princess. Why don't you wait on the bed, hm?" You nodded, going to sit on your bed just as someone else knocked on the door.

You nodded at Inko and she opened the door to see who it was before harshly whispering at someone to leave.

"Who is it?" You asked, standing up. Inko looked back at you apologetically before pushing the door open and revealing-

"Izuku." You whispered. Your childhood best friend was wearing his Knight armour as he beamed brightly at you.

"Princess." He greeted. "May I come in?" He asked only to be whacked on his head by his mom. "Izuku! She's busy and besides, the Princess needs to rest-"

"Its alright, Inko. He can come in." You nodded, as the woman let out a sigh of relief before going back to drawing you the bath.

Izuku walked towards you and you motioned for him to sit down next to you on the bed. "Its been a while." He started. You hummed. "It has. And I'm sorry."

Izuku gave you a quizzical look. "What for?"

"For how I treated you before I left." You looked down at your hands, playing with your fingers. "For snapping at you. That was uncalled for-"

Izuku grabbed your hands, his large rough ones engulfing yours. "You don't have to explain anything to me, Y/n." You shook your head. "I want to." You whispered, as your voice turned wobbly. "I don't want to lose- I cant- T-Tomura-" Izuku pulled you into a hug before your tears could fall. He patted your back and hushed you. "Shh, you won't lose me. I promise, I won't go anywhere."

-

You sat on your bed uncomfortably with Keigo and Dabi in the room. The maids had brought up a small table and chairs with food to your room, since Dabi thought it'd be best to dine here while you rest. You however, can't rest as long as that murderer is in the room.

Sure, Dabi killed your grandfather and killed many of the villagers, but you could see where he was coming from. Your father's reaction was somewhat reasonable since his daughter, his only heir, was kidnapped and he didn't know whether you were being tortured or dead. And you can see it however you want, but deep down you blame Keigo for AFO's death.

You blame him for the villagers deaths.

You blame him for your mother's death.

You blame him for Tomura's death.

"How's your soup?" Dabi asked.

"Its good." You said without looking up from your plate, just like the past 20 minutes. You can't bare to bring yourself to look up at him, unsure if your heart will break more at the sight of him whoring to your dad or if you'll end up raging and kill him on the spot.

"Of course it is. Keigo made it himself for you." Dabi locked eyes with the blonde, who blushed. "Dont you wanna say thank you?"

Here we go again.

There was a audible shift in the energy of the room. The tension could be cut with a knife, as Dabi once again forced you to interact with Keigo.

Keigo leaned towards the king. "Dabi, I don't think that's necessary-"

"Thank you." You said, finally looking up and directly at Keigo, a small courteous smile on your lips. "It tastes delicious. Thank you for going out of your way for me."

Keigo's mouth parted in shock, this was- this was the first time you looked at him with genuine respect- talked to him nicely. Even Dabi was surprised at your change in behaviour, he didn't expect you to actually be grateful, maybe spat out a forced thanks with a grimace but not this, not you actually finishing the bowl of soup.

"I- oh, it's no trouble. I'm glad you liked it." Keigo managed to say, looking at Dabi with confusion, but the king only grinned.

He was glad you were coming around, beyond happy that you were going to turn over a new leaf with him.

It's about time.

Just then, a guard came in, apologising for interrupting but requesting the king's attention for an urgent matter.

Dabi left, promising to return soon with letters from Enji and grandma Rei, and his siblings.

Keigo cleared his throat as the two of you were left alone. "Oh, you finished your soup! I'll give you some more- oh, where are you going?" He asked, watching you peel the covers away and get off the bed. "To the bathroom? Let me help you-" He moved to grab your hand but you snatched it away, before continuing to move to the bathroom.

You didn't close the door behind you, perhaps you wanted him to follow you if you fell or something. But when you got on your knees in front of the toilet bowl and locked eyes with him, Keigo knew he wasn't going to like what he was about to see.

In the next second, you had shoved fingers down your throat and gagged until you induced vomiting, emptying your stomach out.

Keigo rushed towards you, eyes wide in horror as he asked why did you do that. But you didn't answer him. Instead, you called out to Inko (who intentionally pushed Keigo away from you when she saw you on the floor, looking faint and out of breath).

"Princess! Are you alright? Should I get the physician?" You shook your head.

"No, just- just had some disgusting soup that made me sick. Could you- could you do me favour and get rid of it? I swear, just the smell of it in my room is making me lurch again." You commented while looking at Keigo.

Inko only nodded as she helped you back in bed before taking out all the food in your room, but not before asking Keigo to leave.

"My apologies, sir, but I think it'd be best to let the princess rest for now." She said, not sounding sorry at all, practically blocking his view of you as she stood in front of him, eyes staring into him boldly.

Had Keigo not been shocked by your actions, he would've had smacked her across the face for such blatant disrespect.

But Keigo left silently. He needed to process what just happened.

-

Two more weeks passed by, and you had received many letters from your loved ones and friends. Your father was still far too paranoid or perhaps it was his possessiveness that didn't allow you to have any visitors. The option of you stepping out of the castle was out of the question, even you knew that. But he could've let your grandparents see you, or even your friends who were actually there with him on the battlefield.

At least uncle Shotou was here. He sat by your side on a chair, while you were in your bed, back propped up against the headboard.

"They're all worried about me." You mumbled as you opened another letter. "I feel bad making them worry over me. Don't you think I should meet them to let them know I'm well?"

Shotou nodded. "I agree with you but your father still hasn't budged from his decision. He says that it's just not safe yet for you to meet people, and that you should still rest until you're better."

"But I am better! Any minor injuries that I sustained have healed ages ago." You whined. "Its just- its frustrating being alone in this castle!"

He tilted his head slightly. "You're not alone, Y/n. You have me, your father, the servants, the knights-"

"You know what I mean." You sighed. "Its okay if he doesn't want me too meet anyone else, but can't I at least visit... mum? I can go with him, or you, or even the guards- I just- I just need to see her! It's been too long."

Shotou heaved a sigh. "I had brought it up to Dabi, but... he said no."

You remained quiet for a few moments, looking down at your lap as your brows furrowed.

"He's mad at me." You mumbled.

Shotou's head shot up. "Y/n?"

You nodded, sniffling a little. "He's mad at me. That's why he won't let me meet anyone. That's why he won't let go see mom. He- he thinks it's my fault that I was with AFO." You bit your lip. "And it is. I did run away from him. But only because I was mad at him. I thought that some time away from each other would heal our problems. But... nothing changed. If anything, we're more far apart than we were before. He- he's punishing me. And people are getting hurt because of that- because of me-"

Shotou cut you off by holding your face and turning you to him. "Y/n, this isn't your fault. None of it is. And your dad, he's not mad at you. He's not punishing you. He's just- its just taking him some time to cope with all of this. You have to see where he's coming from, hm? He lost you- he thought you were dead. And now that he got you back, he's just- he doesn't want anything to hurt you, anyone to take you away from him again." He said, which made you cry even more and Shotou pulled your head to his chest, patting your back as your tears wet his garments.

After Shotou left your room, he went upto Dabi's office, hoping to convince him to let you meet Rei and Enji at least. But before he could knock, he overheard Keigo's moans and he immeadiately turned on his heel and left, hands clenching into fists at the thought of that disgusting whore.

He reached his room and sat on his desk, thinking of what to do to help you. Even if Keigo wanst there, Shotou doubts Dabi would've listened to him. So... if he wasn't going to do something, then maybe Shotou could help you?

You are the princess after all, the next heir to the throne. It is his duty to help you in whatever way possible.

Pulling out a sheet of paper, Shotou grabbed his quill and began writing away.

-

Keigo and Dabi laid in each others arms, Keigo's hand resting on Dabi's bare chest while the latter played with the blonde's hair.

"What's on your mind?" Dabi asked.

Keigo raised his brows and shook his head. "Nothing much."

"You should know better than to lie to your king by now, hm?" Dabi commented before asking again. "Come on, tell me."

Truthfully, Keigo was concerned over his last interaction with you. Why were you so hostile towards him? But earlier, in front of Dabi, you were so nice to him.

Keigo sighed, nuzzling closer to Dabi. "I'm just concerned about Y/n."

Dabi softly smiled. He liked it when Keigo worried over you.

"She'll be fine, Kei. She just needs to adjust to everything. Time heals all wounds." Keigo didn't reply and Dabi could see that he was still thinking about you. When you were gone, Dabi felt like this was the end of the world. He could only imagine the heartbreak Keigo was going through. They both loved you, and now that they had you back, their anxiety didn't go away completely. They still couldn't believe it, that you were still alive and well with them. In fact, the first night after they brought you home, Dabi didn't sleep a wink. No, he kept on checking in on you. Keigo, despite his injuries and heavy medication, was in a similar state.

"Why don't you go and check in on her? It'll put your mind to ease." Dabi offered, sitting up to pour himself some wine. Keigo nodded happily as he pulled away, kissing Dabi's cheek before wrapping a robe around him and scurrying out of the room, the king chuckling at the sight.

Even when you were a kid, Keigo often found himself watching over your sleeping form, something about it made him feel at peace. To see you safe and sound, in arms reach to protect you from any harm that should befall you... perhaps that's exactly what Keigo needed at the moment.

He made his way to your room, the guards at your door knew not to stop him- it was Dabi's orders. Keigo softly knocked on your door, waiting to see if you're still awake. After a few moments of silence, he slowly opened the door and crept inside.

There you were, lying on your side, tucked under the floral covers that reached upto your nose. Your hair sprawled out over the pillow, a few wisps framing your face under the glow of the lantern in the room. Your lips were slightly parted and Keigo smiled at how you looked the same as you did when you were a baby.

He walked closer and brushed the hair out of your face, and leaned down to kiss your forehead as his hands pulled the covers closer to you. He turned to leave but halted when he heard a whimper.

He looked at your face, which was now scrunched up as if in pain. Before he could do anything, you started mumbling frantically, your head moving side to side, your voice turning loud as your words became audible.

"No! No! Stop, Im sorry- STOP! STOP! STOP! KEIGO STOP-!" Keigo rushed to wake you up from your nightmare, only for your eyes to snap open as you began thrashing in his arms, pushing away from him as you began screaming for help, tears streaming down your face as you backed away so far that you fell off the bed, still shrieking for him to get away, just in time for the Dabi to burst in your room with your guards.

"DAD!" You yelled, your body shaking as he made his way towards you. "HE'S GOING TO KILL ME! HE'S GOING TO KILL ME!" You cried out, pointing at Keigo.

"Y/n, honey, calm down. He's not going to hurt-" Dabi tried to console you, taking your shoulders in his hands but you were inconsolable. He looked at Keigo, and the blonde saw the slightest flicker of doubt- no, accusation; an incriminating look in those cerulean eyes.

"I didn't do anything, Dabi. She was having a nightmare and-" he tried to explain himself, something he didn't think he'd need to do with Dabi.

"HE'LL KILL ME! HE'LL KILL ME! HE'LL KILL ME LIKE HE HE KILLED TOMURA!" You continued rambling on, tears streaking your cheeks, not taking your eyes off Keigo for a moment, as if afraid that he'd strike you at a chance.

Dabi looked at your face, concern arising at the raw fear in your eyes. Its only when a trail of crimson left your nose and your chest began heaving heavily did Dabi finally say the words.

"Keigo, leave."

The blonde took a step closer towards you. "No Dabi, I can help-"

Dabi snapped his head back at him and with unbridled rage in his face, he yelled at him.

"I'M ORDERING YOU TO LEAVE! NOW!"

Keigo's heart shattered at the venomous tone, and his face showed it. But right now, Dabi was more concerned about his daughter not having a panic attack or passing out. He could worry about Keigo later, you were the priority now.

You're the priority.

As Keigo left, Dabi picked you up and placed you back in your bed, promising to spend the night by your side. With the way your eyes remained wide open, he was worried you wouldn't sleep. But sleep finally overcame you as you were held by Dabi, your head lying on his warm chest, barely hiding the coy smile as he told the guard to inform Keigo that he won't be returning to bed tonight.

-

The next morning, when you woke up, you were still curled up in Dabi's lap. True to his word, he stayed with you the entire time, and it didn't seem like he slept much.

"How are you feeling now?" He asked, eyes slightly tired from the lack of sleep.

"I'm better, thank you." You whispered, getting off his lap. You looked up at him, brows knitting together as you tried to think of what to say next, or about last night. "I- last night... I-"

He waved you off. "We'll talk after breakfast. I think you're well enough to join us in the dining hall, hm?" You nodded as he got up and walked closer to you, cupping your cheek with one hand as he leaned down to kiss your forehead.

"My precious." He smiled before leaving your room, right in time for Inko to come in to help you get ready for breakfast.

Dabi returned to his room where he wasn't surprised to see Keigo pacing around, worriedly. From the dark circles and red eyes, Dabi figured the blonde hadn't slept.

"Dabi, I am so sorry-" He started but was cut off by Dabi wrapping his arms around him.

"Its okay. Not your fault." He sighed, pulling away to kiss Keigo on the lips. But the blonde wanted to still clarify himself.

"I didn't do anything, Dabi- she just- she had a nightmare and I was just trying to he'll her-"

"I know, Keigo. I know." Dabi stared into his scared eyes and his gaze softened. "But you need to understand that when I tell you to do something, you do it without question. Without a second thought. Y/n is- she's still a child, as much as she pretends to be a grown up, deep down all of these events have scarred her in way or another. We have to give her time and we have to help her, hm?"

Keigo only nodded before resting his head on Dabi's chest, wanting to be comforted as well.

"Let's eat, hm?"

-

The three of you sat on the dining table, eating in awkward silence. You and Keigo didn't meet each other's eyes, Dabi kept looking between you two, hoping one of you would finally start talking.

He cleared his throat.

"I'm sorry-!" You and Keigo said together. You spoke again before he could (as you should, according to royal protocol. But everyone knows the King's favourite isn't one to follow rules.)

"I am sorry, for how I behaved last night, Keigo. I- I was having a nightmare and-" you sighed. "-Its not your fault. I reacted very poorly and I shouldn't have pushed you away or been afraid of you, I just- I just-" Dabi grabbed your hand and squeezed it affirmatively when he saw remorse in your eyes.

"Its okay, really. I didn't mind it, and I know it wasn't your fault either. But I have to ask... was the nightmare about me?" Keigo asked cautiously.

You looked up at him before looking away, eyes slowly welling up with tears. That was enough of an answer for him and Keigo could feel his heart drop at the thought of you being afraid of him.

"I am- I think I just need- I need some time to get used to you again..." you say.

Dabi hummed, giving a quick glance to Keigo who nodded begrudgingly as well.

"Well, now that this topic is over, I was thinking of sharing some good news." Dabi said, making the two look at him. "Since you seem to be in good health, I was thinking you could visit your mother. What do you think?"

"Really?" You whispered in disbelief.

Dabi nodded. "Of course, I'd be accompanying. Don't want you fainting or-" you cut him off by a big hug and loads of "thank you's".

He let you be excused so that you could get ready while Keigo watched him with a slightly hurt expression in his eyes.

"So... I shouldn't come with you two?" He asked in a low tone.

Dabi met his eyes and held his gaze before softening them. "I think some space between you both would benefit for her. After last night, I don't think she's strong mentally, Keigo. Her mother is a sensitive topic as it is... I can't risk her having another episode like last night."

Keigo stared at his plate before nodding, not meeting his eyes. "I understand. E-excuse me." He left the room.

Dabi knew being apart from you was the last thing Keigo ever wanted but... he could make him understand later. For now, Dabi needs to focus on you.

-

"Thank you." You said to your father who was behind you, holding the reins of his horse you rode on together. He insisted on sharing one ride, and you felt closer to him while he felt content now that you were in his arms, safe and secure.

"What for?" Dabi asked.

"Everything." You looked down at your hands and then ahead at the road. "For going with me to see mom. And for taking care of her grave. For last night, when you held me."

Dabi smiled and kissed the top of your head.

Soon you two had reached the castle and were getting off the horse when Shotou came out beaming.

"Someone is waiting for you-"

"Y/N!" Rei yelled as she dropped royal protocol and practically ran down the stairs of the entry door to hug you. "My child!" She began crying into your shoulder as her arms squeezed your form so hard that it almost began to hurt.

"Honey, you're going to break her." A familiar voice said, making you pull back from Rei.

"Grandpa!" You squealed as the older man caught you when you jumped, spinning you around as you buried your face into his neck, arms barely reaching around his broad shoulders.

"My doll, my little princess." He cooed as he kissed your forehead, his own eyes getting a little misty.

"Enji, stop hogging her." Rei smacked his arm.

He frowned. "Honey, I'm not hogging her-"

"Yes, you are!" Someone yelled as they yanked you out of his arms and into their own. "I've missed you so much, my baby!" She cried as she rubbed her cheek against yours.

"Hello, Aunt Fuyumi." You chuckled as you patted her arms to let go but she held you tighter. Fortunately, Dabi came to your rescue.

"You're hurting her, Fuyumi." He said as he pulled you away and behind him. Fuyumi gave him a quick bow and "Your Majesty." Before punching his shoulder. "I was worried about you! Would it have killed you to write back to me?!"

"I've been... busy." He replied. "Besides, I needed some alone time with my daughter before you came to hog her."

"I can't help it that she's my favorite neice!" Fuyumi defended.

"I'm your only neice..." you mumbled from behind Dabi. "Also, Where's uncle Natsuo-"

A loud crash was heard, making Dabi immeadiately turn and push you behind him. Of course, speak of the devil and the devil shall-

"I'm here!" Natsuo huffs as he gets off the horse he just crashed into some poor guards (their unconscious bodies are being dragged away).

He walks up the steps and quickly bows to his parents and Dabi before locking eyes with you and manically grinning as he lifts you up in his arms and spins around, making you chortle as you slap his arms to slow down.

"Oh youre a sight for sore eyes, you little brat!" He came to halt and you had to grab his arms to stabilise yourself. He pinched your nose, making you whine. "I'm never letting you go alone now! Gonna take you to battles with me, if I have to. Missed you too much."

You smiled sweetly at him. "I missed you too, uncle."

The Todoroki clan had decided to stay a week or two over at Dabi's castle, much to his dismay. Of course he doesn't like the fact that Enji and the rest of his family will be breathing down your neck, but Shotou convinced him to let them spend time with you here rather than whisking you away to Enji's kingdom where it'll be harder for Dabi to keep an eye on you (and not to mention the trauma he still hasn't recovered from since that was the place he lost you last time).

While you were being coddled and spending some quality time with the Todoroki clan, Keigo was finding ways to stay out of their way. He had initially greeted them when they arrived, but from their cold attitude and death stares, he'd much rather be ignored by them. And it's not like he or Dabi doesn't know how the royal family dislikes Keigo, so Dabi would often leave you with his family while he went to console his lover.

By the end of the week, as much Dabi wouldn't like to admit, you had looked much better and healthier since his family came. You looked happier, brighter. They were all having dinner together in the big dinning hall. Dabi sat at the head of the table, Rei to his right, then you and then Enji because of course your grandparents want you squished between them. Fuyumi, Natsuo and Shotou sat to Dabi's left.

"Baby you need to eat more! I could see your ribs from here." Rei said as she put another serving of food on your plate.

"But I'm full-"

"No, you're not. Now eat those veggies, I don't need your pretty hair falling out." Rei cooed as you begrudgingly followed her orders. She then narrows her eyes at Dabi. "You too Dabi, eat your veggies. Only drinking wine isn't healthy!"

Dabi hummed nonchalantly. "Yes, mom." He said, eyes trained towards the door. He sighed before beckoning a servant, whispering something to him. The servant nodded obediently and left.

"Aww, are you really going to eat veggies? What a good mama's boy you are." Natsuo teased, only to be whacked on the head by Fuyumi.

"Yeah, I'm having them bring more food." Dabi smiled.

A few minutes later, the hall doors opened and in walked-

Concubine Keigo.

The man who had been good at hiding himself for the better part of the week, was now walking towards Dabi. He bowed to him first, before bowing to the rest of the family. Even though his siblings masked their displeasure at seeing Keigo, his parents, especially Rei, made no such efforts.

She threw a nasty look when Dabi had someone bring a chair and seat Keigo next to him.

"You're going to eat with us?" Rei asked, not holding back the disgust in her tone.

"Mother." Dabi warned.

"What?" Rei shrugged, slicing her steak elegantly. "I'm just curious. I thought this was a family dinner."

Dabi's eyes darkened. "He is family." He looked at Keigo before bringing his hand to his lips, kissing it softly. "And if he wasn't before, he will be now."

The table had went dead silent as they all looked at Dabi, anticipating the bomb he was about to drop on them. Somehow, you already knew you were going to dread the news he was about to share.

"We're getting married."

And just like that, the curtain of happiness drops, your world shatters.

"I was going to wait a few more weeks before announcing, but since Y/n had been feeling better and you all came, I decided now would be the best time. I had proposed to Keigo long before Y/n was kidnapped-" you stopped hearing after that, you couldn't even if you tried. Your heart was beating too fast, too loudly for you to hear anything.

Is your father really going to marry Keigo? The man who killed your mother? The man who killed Tomura? Did Dabi even care about you anymore-

"Y/n?" Dabi called. Under the table, Enji held your hand and gave it a squeeze, pulling you out of your thoughts.

You looked at Dabi and Keigo, who were holding hands.

"Congratulations." You smiled. "When's the date?"

Everyone was surprised at your composure, Keigo who was holding his breath finally sighed in relief while Dabi looked proudly at you.

You've really matured.

"Well, we were thinking later this week, since everyone is still here. What do you say, Y/n?" Dabi asks, sipping his wine.

You hummed. "Very wise. Let me know if I could be of any help." The dinner soon ended, and you could feel everyone's eyes on you (except for Dabi and Keigo, they were looking at each other like they wanted to rip their clothes off).

Instead of joining the family in the garden for a walk, you excused yourself and left for your room. And only after you had closed your door did you finally let the tears fall.

How could he do this to you? How could your father marry that murderous skank? Was it to show you up? To teach you a lesson? It couldn't possibly be- because he loves Keigo, could it?

"No." You whispered harshly, as you sat on your bed. If this marriage happens, it'll put Keigo in a much powerful position, and it'll br far harder for you to take him down.

And not to mention, by law, you would have to bow down to him.

Concubines never get to be more superior than legitimate heirs, but since Keigo was already a favourite, and your lack of a quirk makes everyone question your legitimacy as a heir and a ruler, you have no doubt that Dabi will make you kneel to his slut.

Someone knocked on your door. "Come in." You said, fixing yourself.

It was Rei and Enji, concerned looks etched on their faces. Looking at them, you couldn't help the tears that welled up.in your eyes again.

"Oh honey~" Rei cooed with open arms as she hugged you, letting you sniffle into her gown.

"I- I'm sorry-" you tried to say, as you pulled away only for Rei to pull you closer to her. She sat on your bed and positioned herself in a way so that you could lay your head in her lap.

"You don't have to be brave anymore, Y/n." Rei said as she ran her finger through your hair. Your tears slipped down your face as you watched Enji sit on the foot end of your bed, taking your feet in his lap and rubbing your ankles.

"None of this is your fault, Y/n." Rei said. "I still want to go and yell at Dabi for even letting that whore sit with us, let alone marrying him-"

"Rei." Enji warned.

She huffed. "Your grandpa says that wouldn't be wise." She kissed your cheek. "How about you come with us? Hm? I can talk with Dabi and convince him to let you come with us until the wedding is over-"

"No!" You shook your head frantically. The last time you went away, your father proposed to Keigo. Who knows what that blonde will do this time when you leave. Take away all of your mother's belongings? Kick you out? Make Dabi question your legitimacy?

"I- I already told them I'd be here to help them. Besides, I shouldn't be away from my father on this joyous occasion. Really, I'm happy for him- for them." You wiped your tears away as Enji and Rei looked at you with pity. "I just- I just miss mom a little."

They stayed with you the rest of the night.

-

After the announcement to the family, Dabi had announced of his wedding to his kingdom. The news had gotten mixed reactions, they cheered and congratulated Dabi out of fear, while also throwing pitiful looks your way, hushed whispers about "poor princess Y/n". Good thing was that you spent most of your time in your room, so you didn't have to bear the embarrassment much.

You were standing in Dabi's office. He'd called you, and Keigo was there too. You didn't think it would be possible for them to be more closer and show more disgusting displays of affection, but here they are, shamelessly eating each others faces.

"Y/n! How have you been?" Dabi asked as Keigo got off his lap, giving a quick squeeze to his bum (you wanted to burn your eyes with acid).

"I'm well, thank you." You smiled, trying to contain the contents of your gut. "You asked for me?" Might as well come to the topic before they start doing more...stuff.

"Ah yes. Well, since the wedding is approaching, I wanted to ask if you'd like to be the maid of honour?" He said, shuffling through some papers- invites.

"You want me to be your maid of honor-?"

"Mine? No. I have Natsuo. I was asking if you'd like to be Keigo's, since he has no one to walk him down the aisle, Keigo suggested you. And you two are close, so it seems like a good idea, no?" He said in a tone that made it seem more like an order than a question.

How could he ask you that? Has your father lost his mind? Is he that horny to not give a shit about his own daughter?

You looked at Keigo, who was standing there with a chalice, his golden eyes piercing through you, a satisfied smile on his lips.

Of course, he'd convinced Dabi to suggest something as preposterous as this. Perhaps as a revenge for earlier.

"I think it'd be better if someone else stepped in. Perhaps one of the other concubines?" You offered. You'd much rather eat a bag of nails than let his filthy hands hold yours as you walk down the aisle.

"No, no. Keigo isn't close to any of the concubines. Besides, I think it'd show the rest of the world of our united front. Put all the rumours about conflict among you and Keigo to rest." Dabi said, deciding for you.

"Yes, your Majesty." You said, bowing as you left the room.

-

The next day was rehearsal day. The servants were working hard to decorate evey inch of the castle, making sure to prepare for guests from far and away, perhaps because Keigo told them that this was going to be "the biggest wedding of history."

You were standing in the church with Keigo holding your gloved hand. Just because Dabi said you have to walk him down the aisle, doesn't mean you need to touch him. The gloves were only the smallest barrier.

"Thank you for doing this for me." Keigo said as you both walked down the aisle towards Dabi. Every fiber of your being was screaming to rip yourself away from him.

"Anything for my father." Your lips formed into a tight lipped smile.

Ignoring your comment, Keigo asked you something even more cursed. "Have you thought of how you'd address me now that I'm marrying your father?"

Bitch. Skank. Whore. Pig. Murderer. Ostrich. Ass hat. Pile of shit. Slut-

"I have more important affairs to be concerned about." You said, dismissing the topic, but of course Keigo wouldn't let it go.

"Well, I have and I'd prefer if you'd call me dad or papa. Mama is also fine, but spare me the royal titles. I don't care for them and I don't want you to be formal with me. We're family now." Keigo said as you both reached Dabi who took Keigo's hand from yours, both leaning down to kiss your cheeks.

You wonder if his touch would still linger if you placed a hot iron poker.

You were walking towards your room, when you passed by your mother's. Opening the door, you saw Inko was there as well, going through your mother's closet.

"Princess!" She turned around, bowing to you with a gentle smile. "Look what I've found!" She showed you some dresses, your mother's beloved gowns, her tiaras, her jewellery.

"I was thinking that you could wear them on the wedding!" Inko said, as she pulled out a beautiful baby blue gown with jewels and sakura blossoms embroidered on it. "They should be of your size, bit I'm happy to make a few alterations to it if you'd like!"

You smiled as you tried on the gown, it fit you perfectly. "And if you pair it with this tiara and your mother's favourite ring!" She placed the white princess tiara on your head, along with the turquoise ring that had diamonds around it, with a gold band. "Your father gave it to your mother on their wedding night. Your mother adored this ring so much, she often said the turquoise stone reminded her of your father whenever he went away om wars." Of course it did remind her of Dabi, his eyes had the same colour as the stone.

"I'll wear this." You said as you admired yourself in the mirror, happy at how you resembled your mother. "Will you have them polished for me?" Inko nodded as she took the ring and tiara from you.

At least there's something you could look forward to at this awful wedding.

-

Guests had started arriving two days before the wedding. Few had been invited to stay at this castle, while others had rooms arranged for them at the other castles nearby.

You had insisted on at least letting your friends stay at the castle, but Dabi turned you down, saying something about security concerns. But he allowed them to visit you during the day.

"Katsuki!" You giggled as you hugged the barbarian king, who only lifted you up and twirled you around.

"Stop acting like a buffoon. Set her down, she's a princess, not a cat." Momo chided as she fanned herself. Katsuki only huffed as he set you down.

"Empress Yaoryuzu-" you started bowing but she hit the top of your head with her fan lightly.

"Forgetting how you're supposed to address me?" She asked, raising her brow at you. You sighed before giving a peck on her lips.

"Hey! What the heck that?!" Katsuki asked as he pulled you behind him. You placed a hand on his shoulder to calm him. "Katsuki, it's just a traditional greeting in her land."

"Yes, but I don't expect uncultured barbarians to understand what traditions mean." Momo snickered.

"Alright, that's it-"

"Enough!" You yelled at them. "I have bigger matters to handle than to stop you two from fighting like children. So if you insist on bickering, please do it outside of this palace and on your own time. Do I make myself clear?" You glared at them as they finally nodded.

The "matters" that you need to handle are about you making sure that when Keigo marries Dabi, he doesnt get to sign a contract that states all about Keigo's new powers and "governing" opportunities. You need to make sure that Keigo doesn't get more power than needed, that he doesn't get a superior title to you, the legitimate heir, and that he doesn't get to add a clause or two that would benefit him and harm you.

A familiar servant passed by you, gave you a nod. Of course, you had initially thought of finding ways to stop the wedding altogether, so you had a servant bribe some concubines and knights to flirt with Keigo, if only to arouse rumours and better yet, catch him in a compromising position.

But you knew that with the wedding approaching, Keigo would be more cautious than ever, and it's not like Dabi would take off the veil of love off his eyes to even suspect that Keigo is cheating on him.

You sat in the garden after returning from the office, asking your uncle Shotou if the contract for marriage had been drawn up. He told you no, that its still in the works and should be coming in tomorrow evening, and when he asked why you wanted to know, you'd made some excuse about wanting to see whether your father was going to have new stamps made with Keigo's face in it.

He only chuckled, but both of you knew Dabi wouldn't be above doing such an abomination.

"What're you doing here alone, bub?" Dabi asked as he sat down next to you. "Everyone's inside, waiting for you."

You smiled softly. "Just... needed some air. Nothing to worry about."

Dabi hummed as he gazed ahead at the tree line. "I know everything is happening so fast and is hectic, so I haven't had the time to talk to you but-" He looked at you and smiled with soft eyes. "- I want to tell you how proud I am of you. For being so mature, for handling everything with such grace. I know this news wasn't easy for you, but I am grateful that you have accepted Keigo and have chosen to be a part of my happiness."

Chosen? There was never a choice.

You leaned your head on his shoulder. "Of course, dad. I will always love you."

He kissed your forehead. "And I, you."

-

The next day went by blur, mostly because of the guests and servants running rampant. Momo and Katsuki were in the backyard, away from the party, and you only spared a few glances when they began to duel. You couldn't deal with them right now, not when you had to go and read the marriage contract before Keigo could sign it.

You were on your way when you heard Inko arguing loudly with someone. For a sweet lady like her, it's not normal for her to yell at anyone. So, you went to check out the commotion first.

"THIS IS NOT THE JEWELLERY PIECES I SENT FOR YOU TO POLISH!" Inko said furiously, slamming her hands on the table. You peeked at the man she was yelling at, recognising him as the royal jeweller. "WHERE IS PRINCESS Y/N'S RING?!"

"I- um- they-" the man stumbled over his words as you finally let yourself in.

"Your Majesty!" They both bowed, as you waved them off. "What's the matter Inko? Where's my mother's ring?"

She shot a furious glare to the man, who cowered. "That's what I'm trying to find out."

You stepped forward and looked at the man with a calm smile. "Where's my ring? Did something happen to it? Did you lose it?" You asked and you could only imagine Inko's murderous intent if the man said that he did lose it.

"No, princess- I didn't lose it! The ring- the ring it's with- concubine Keigo!" You face never dropped as fast as it did in that moment.

"What? How is this possible?" You interrogated.

"After- after I took your jewellery from Inko, King Dabi had called me in to display all of the royal family's jewels, including yours! When he left the room, he told concubine Keigo to pick anything he'd like to wear in the wedding ceremony, and- well- he picked the late queen's ring, saying that it'd remind him of the King's eyes." He explained helplessly, but you had already left the room, storming up the stairs to take back your ring.

You didn't even have to go to Keigo's Chambers as you found the concubine standing in the hallway, a drunk blush on his cheeks, and wearing something glimmerd in the dim halls-

Your mother's ring.

"Y/n! I've been looking for you! Come, come to papa!"

All sense of logic and manners went out the window as you stormed towards him and slapped him so hard across the face, that he fell.

Keigo hadn't even begun to recover from the shock of being slapped when you began punching him.

"WHO THE FUCK DO YOU THINK YOU ARE!?" You screamed. "WAS IT NOT ENOUGH FOR YOU TO KILL MY MOTHER, TAKE HER THRONE, MARRY MY FATHER, THAT YOU HAD TO TAKE HER RING AWAY TOO?! THOSE ARE MY THINGS! THEY BELONG TO ME, YOU FUCKING SLUT!" You shrieked as Keigo tried to dodge your hits without hurting you.

His eyes went wide when you wrapped your hands around his throat and began choking him. "I'm going to fucking kill you! I'm going to end this for once and for all!"

"Y/N!" Someone yelled as they ripped you away from Keigo. "HAVE YOU FUCKING LOST IT!?" It was Dabi.

"YES!" You screamed. "I HAVE LOST IT, JUST LIKE YOU HAVE WHEN YOU DECIDED TO MARRY THAT FUCKING WHORE! IN FACT, I HAVE LOST A WHOLE LOT MORE THAN YOU! I HAVE LOST MY MOTHER BECAUSE YOU BROUGHT IN THAT FUCKING BITCH! I HAVE LOST MY GRANDFATHER BECAUSE YOU WERE BUSY SCREWING AROUND WITH THAT WHORE! I HAVE LOST MY ONLY FRIEND, BECAUSE YOUR MURDEROUS LITTLE SLUT DECIDED THAT I DO NOT DESERVE TO HAVE ANY HAPPINESS! AND I HAVE LOST MY MOTHER'S ONLY LEGACY BECAUSE YOUD MUCH RATHER GIVE IT TO YOUR NEW BED WARMER THAN TO ME!"

"SHUT THE FUCK UP!" Dabi yelled, getting dangerously close to your face. "I WILL NOT TOLERATE ANYMORE INSULT AND DISOBEDIENCE FROM YOU! TOMORROW IS OUR WEDDING-"

"FUCK YOUR WEDDING! EVERYONE KNOWS YOURE GOING TO BE MARRYING A MURDERER AND ID MUCH RATHER KILL MYSELF THAN BE A PART OF THAT SHITSHOW!" Dabi went silent at your words, deathly silent. Then... he chuckled as he looked over his shoulder at Keigo who was already shaking his head, as if to stop him before he does something he regrets.

"Its about time she knows, eh?" Dabi said as he laughed.

"Dabi, dont-" Keigo started, but you cut him off. "Know what?" You spat.

Dabi looked at you, and his eyes held a cruel expression.

"Keigo didn't kill your mother. I did."

You couldn't- couldn't process the words that had left his mouth. So, you made him repeat himself.

"What?" You whispered. Dabi knelt down to your level, leaned closer to you so you could look into his eyes and see he wasn't lying.

"I. Killed. Your Mother." He said slowly, as if talking to a child. "I hated your mother, and the only reason I had been putting up with her for so long was because she was taking care of you. But one day, she thought she could threaten me by saying that she was going to leave me. I told her fine, signed the divorce papers and gave them to her. She wasn't expecting it, so she said she was going to take you with her. Now, that was something I couldn't allow. So, your mother decided to try to hurt me by poisoning you. When I found her plans, I confronted her and told her to either drink that same poison she bad for you or she was to leave tomorrow morning and never see any of us again. She instead chose to kill herself because she believed it'd be far more of a dishonour to return to her home as a divorcee and without child."

Tears slipped down your face. "N-No, you're lying. I saw Keigo-"

"Keigo tried to save her, but I told him no. I made him stop. The very thought of harming you was punishable. She deserved to die, and I had no sympathy for her when she dropped dead in front of me. I even had the antidote, but I chose to watch her die." Dabi said coldly. "All this time, Keigo had been covering up for me. He didn't say a word when rumors started, knly because he didn't want to have people see me as a murderer. He adored you, he's taken care of you, has quietly taken every insult you've ever thrown his way. And this is how you repay him?"

"Only Keigo and I have truly ever loved you. Your own mother wanted to kill you for her own selfish gains." Dabi said harshly as your world finally collapsed around you.

You couldn't say anything, do anything as you tried to make sense of his words, tried to find a way to that would tell you that he's lying. But you couldn't.

"GUARDS!" Dabi called. "Lock the princess in the hightower. Tie her to her bed, make sure she doesn't hurt herself or escape." He said before helping Keigo up. You couldn't protest as the guards dragged you to the hightower, didn't move a muscle as they tied you to your bed. All you could do was look up at the ceiling and cry mutely.

All these years, all this time, you'd been blaming Keigo, when everything that has ever happened to you was your beloved father's fault. The man you loved, the man you looked up to, the man you cherished... he had been the one who killed your mother?

The more you thought over his confession, the more you felt yourself age. By morning, you didn't have energy to even breathe.

The doors opened, you continued to look up at the wall, tears brimming your eyes.

Dabi walked in, and you didn't need to see his face to know he was still mad at you. No, the anger was practically radiating off him.

"You are to get ready and smile as you walk Keigo down the aisle. If you do something stupid, I will have your friends hunted down and killed. Do I make myself clear?" He didn't wait for an answer.

-

"Princess, please, at least eat something." Inko said pushing the slice of bread to your lips, but you didn't part them. Simply looking ahead in the mirror with a blank stare as the maids did your hair and makeup. "Izuku, she hasn't said a word since morning! I'm getting worried."

Izuku nodded and signalled the maids to leave. He turned your head towards to him and smiled warmly at you. "Y/n... princess, what's the matter? Tell me, so I can fix it, hm?"

Some things can never be fixed.

You didn't say anything, only looking at him with that hundred yard stare, and Izuku couldn't help but feel a little spooked.

He helped you walk towards the church where Keigo was already waiting for you. He was dressed in a white fitted gown that was sleeveless and backless, and had a fishtail. The dress itself had body chains made of gold and Ruby and sapphires sewed in an intricate pattern. And his veil? He didn't opt to wear one.

He looked at you and smiled kindly, although you couldn't really tell the difference at this point. "You look beautiful, Y/n." He held out his arm for you. "Ready to walk me down?"

You didn't have the energy or want to link your arm with his. Inko had to help you place your arm around his.

The doors to the church opened and the choir began singing hymns. The guests turned to look at you and Keigo, who was beaming as he looked at the end of the aisle where Dabi stood, a satisfied smile on his own face.

Your body felt weak, too weak and... different. You were dragging your steps, which fortunately no one could tell since they were hidden under your gown. At some point, it felt more like Keigo was walking you than you were walking him.

You weren't smiling at all. No, you still had the blank stare on your face, which luckily few people noticed since everyone was focused on Keigo.

"What's wrong with her?" Momo whispered to Katsuki as they saw your face. "Why does she look so... disturbed?"

"She must've seen your face." Katsuki remarked, although truth be told, he was also very concerned. Something felt off. Very off.

When you reached the end of the aisle, Dabi took Keigo's from you, and as rehearsed, they both kissed your cheek, but not before Dabi whispered-

"You forgot to smile. Behave."

Shotou guided you towards your seat in the front row, where you were sat next to your grandparents.

The officiant began the ceremony, but you couldn't pay attention to his words. All you could focus was on the turquoise ring on Keigo's hand.

"Y/n, are you alright?" Rei asked, a frown on her face. You didn't reply, opting to look at your father now.

Your father, your dad, the man you trusted more than anyone, the man who murdered your mother, who had murdered Tomura, who had murdered AFO, who had-

You couldn't breathe, you felt too warm, too hot, everything was burning inside you.

"You may now kiss the groom!" They locked lips, only breaking apart when someone screamed.

It took you a few seconds to realise that it was you who was screaming, only because-

Your hand was on fire.

By the time Dabi or anyone else reached you, your entire body had been engulfed in wild blue flames. Flames that were so hot and out of control, that neither Dabi or Enji or even Shotou could control them. Rei tried to use her ice, but it evaporated before it even came within 6 feet of you. The flames began spreading, making the guests panic and leave the church.

Shotou was the first one to piece it together. "Its her quirk!" Immeadiately, Enji and Dabi began giving you commands on how to control it, to calm yourself, to listen!

Dabi even tried to approach you, maybe if he were to touch you, you'd listen. But your fire was too hot, and you backed away anytime they tried to come closer, only screaming in agony as you burned yourself.

After 5 minutes, only when you fainted from pain and exhaustion did the flames stop. Your body... the aftermath made it beyond recognisable. Parts of your limbs were burned so badly, you could see the bone, while the rest of your skin had charred and burned well enough to know that no nerves will be working there.

Despite everything, you were still somehow miraculously breathing... barely. Dabi couldn't believe the nightmare he'd just witnessed, but his disbelief could wait as he gathered you in his arms and yelled at Shotou to get a doctor.

Everyone left the church, except for Keigo. He had dropped to his knees and was trying to wrap his around the horrible sight he'd seen. Be was trying to compose himself, trying to lie to himself that this... this was not his fault.

He knew he was wrong.

-

Dabi couldn't peel his eyes away from you, he needed to make sure that your chest rose and fell evenly. The moment it stopped- it wouldn't- but if it did, he needed to be there to resuscitate you.

Emperor Kai was fortunately right outside the church, waiting to be of assistance. It was a good thing he was from the land of healers, he was able to stabilise you.

While Dabi kept his eyes on your burned form, Kai opted to talk with Shotou. "It was her own quirk that brought out those flames, seemingly she got the dominant Todoroki quirk." He commented, glancing your way. "What she didn't inherit was the skin resistance to bare those very flames. She burned herself quite badly, and it doesn't help that the smoke from her own burning has damaged her lungs as well. She's still in a critical condition, I've done all I can. All we can do is wait and watch to see if her body can heal itself."

He also explained to Shotou that since its very rare to get a quirk at your age, that's why you couldn't control it. Kai reasoned that the reason your quirk did develop at that moment was probably because you were under some stress, maybe something had tipped you over emotionally, making your quirk appear so fiercely and harshly.

"Like an outlet, when we cry when we breakdown. She burned herself to release that stress." Kai explained.

Shotulou had walked him out of the room, only after ensuring that no one else was around did he ask that question.

"Her chances of survival... what are they?"

Kai's blank stare didn't give away the type of news he'd give. "Anything is possible, but it all depends on her body's ability to heal itself, her willpower to live. Medically speaking, I've done everything I can. Now, only she can save herself."

Can you save yourself, Y/n?

So... THOUGHTS????

And yall better fucking comment because I did not waste my entire fucking day on this when I COULDVE BEEN STUDYING FOR MY TEST ON TUESDAY FOR YALL TO BE DRY ASS.

Istg if I don't get interactions and comments and likes, I will make yall regret and kill characters left and right, AND REMEMBER THAT DEATH IS NOT THE WORST THING I CAN DO

Yandere Dabi Headcanons

Warnings: Yandere tendencies (possessiveness, kidnapping, forced affection, etc.), Cursing, mention of our crusty boy (Shigaraki Tomura), drugging mention, a lot of ab3se and toxic things at first — I tried to keep it at a minimum and not so detailed. Killing mention, sexual and physcial abuse mentions/actions, and that’s all. Lmk if I missed anything!!

Author Note: I do not own this character! Nor do I don't approve of yandere's behavior in real life. Somewhat spoilers for his childhood!!! Continue with caution!!!!!!!! This also was longer, I kinda got it in my mind while writing; Dabi is one of my favorite villain characters.

R3blogging and followings are very much appreciated and welcomed. Hope you are well!

Dabi is a villain, a dangerous one at that. He loves to create chaos, people’s nightmares, and sorrow with his quirk and ways of sadistiness.

There are a few ways to get his attention, but the main (2) two are: one (1) is either you were and are his childhood friend, someone who has stuck with him through thick and thin: Much like a villain, has scary privileges, loves to piss off Shigaraki and has a useful quirk that can tag along and help Dabi with descrucation. Or two (2), someone who he can have complete control of: a pet and possession he can use and mess with.

Either way of how you get his attention, your fucked with some degree. He would smile creepily, imagining you being his and his only, whether he was gonna force you to come with him.

He would kidnap you once he starts to feel these emotions towards you and acknowledges it. One day, you would come home, clearly exhausted from the busy day you had, whether from working with Shigaraki or getting yelled at by your boss. Once you walk into your kitchen, he’s sitting there in the dark, waiting immensely; staring at you creepily. Once he sees you, he walks up before you can scream, and covers your face with a rag. He would bring you to a broken down apartment, only knowing the way.

He’s very possessive which means he’s not afraid to do anything in order to get you. He will brutally murder your friends, family members, or even the cashier at the store you frequently talked to; he will kill anyone.

Depending on who you are, it depends on your outcome, much like Overhaul. If you were a person he saw randomly and took attraction, you’re more so a toy, much like a possession and something to play with. He would mess with your head and play with your mind till you're no longer ‘you’ but a doll who follows every rule to the T.

The way you caught his attention is a mystery, even to him. One day he just saw you, took interest, and he couldn’t get you out of his mind. Every day and night you plagued his mind, going in circles around his head like in cartoon shows; you captivated him, hypnotized him, which intrigued him yet angered him to a degree. Once he was free from his ‘home life’, he promised himself he wouldn’t be bound to someone else; wouldn’t be used again or be taught to be on ‘the good side’. Yet, you come along and plague his mind like a fly.

He loves having the idea of controlling your every move. He absolutely adores seeing the fright in your eyes, whether that’s from him threatening, burning, or just scaring you; he carves it like chocolate. This also includes holding your family, close relatives, and friends lives on your line. If you so decide to break a rule, no matter how small; he’s already out the door.

The way he shows he ‘owns’ you, is by burning you, either scorching his name somewhere noticeable (collar bone, legs, stomach, or neck). He forces you to wear his clothes, whether that’s his shirts, jacket, or boxers; he wants to see his things on you, to show he owns you and that you are a ‘nobody’ without him.

Dabi is unpredictable, which makes his yandere tendencies towards you terrifying. He’s brutal, possessive, sadistic, and borderline insane with you. This causes him to be very violent with you and others, the whole ‘relationship’ is hella toxic. Due to this, he blames you most of the time for falling for you and blaming you for things that are out of your control.

Due to his childhood, him getting hurt by his father, being used as a tool and not getting help for his mental and physcial needs; he tends to let out his anger on you, physically and sexually that is. He will force you to do things you want or not want, he really doesn’t care.

However, if you do decide to break the ‘rules’ he has set out for you, you’re gonna be in a lot of pain: physically, emotionally, and sexually. He will, at first, be amused at your attempts to escape, fight back, or defend yourself. He will activate his quirk if you decide to do any of these, slowly stretching his hand inches to your face, showing his sly smirk. Now, if you continue doing it, trying to stand your ground and still willing to get burned; he will force you to do incourse with him.

He won’t show any affection towards you, not even when you beg; sure, he’ll buy a good blanket that will keep you warm at night when he’s not there but he won’t touch you other than sexually or burn you when you ‘misbehave’.

Now, If you were his best friend, he would treat you a bit nicer. He wouldn’t hurt you as much, spoil you with the good sneaky skills he has, and show you some affection. This also goes with his yandere tendencies; he’s more protective, obsessive, and ‘more-patient’ but still as possessive.

The affection you will receive is unpredictable at times, sometimes he will shoo’ you off, not wanting to be close to you because he believes he’ll hurt you and that you should hate him. Other times, he’ll come home and want to be around you 24/7, having his arms around your waist and resting his head on your neck while talking about his busy day. He would touch you a lot, watching TV and ordering your favorite food.

Now, if you decide to break the rules, much like up above; you will be in a lot of pain. He won’t hurt you as much, but he will still burn you. If you decide to run away, I wish you the best luck. He would yell at you, screaming that he wants to protect you while burning you. If you decide to do verbal yelling, he will tell you to zip it while rolling his eyes. Now, if you decide to try to physically hurt him? He will burn you like no tomorrow, and force you to look into his fiery eyes; forcing you to count the amount of burn marks he places as he hums when you plead for anything but his quirk.

Whether you listen to his ways or turn into a broken doll like he wants to, you will belong to him whether you don’t think so.

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I feel like Dabi would be the type of dude who would bully you incessantly at the LOV and for the life of you you can’t figure out why. He’s always around you and making snarky comments or pulling your hair, trying to catch you messing up on missions. You’re sure he hates you, and you do well to stay out of his way, or sometimes when you feel bold you’ll offer a quip of your own. The bullying increases whenever you talk to other guys at the bar, especially when you make Tomura crack a smile, Dabi’s breathing down your neck the second your leader leaves, calling you terrible names and pushing past your boundaries.

Cw: language, nsfw, noncon, manga spoilers, some angst?

In a perfect world, Touya would not have been abandoned and rejected by his family. In a perfect world, Dabi would not exist, and Touya would be eating dinner with his family right now as he shows his little brother how to properly wield fire to its fullest extent.

But there was no such thing as a perfect world, and therefore Dabi did exist. And Dabi doesn’t care for anyone, or anything.

Or so he tells himself.

“Slut”

“Nothing but eye candy, and shitty eye candy at that”

It’s nothing you haven’t heard before, but it doesn’t make it any easier to ignore him

“What was that all about, huh? The fuck are you and crusty snickering about?”

Fed up with his continuous antics, you decide to mouth off a little too.

“Oh nothing, just talking about how adorable you and Hawks would make as a couple. And wipe that sneer off your face, it looks like some of your staples fell out of your mouth.”

It’s nothing too snarky, but in a second he’s shoving you in some dark room, forearm pinned against your throat as his hand is lit up with blue flames merely inches away from you, snarling in your face.

“You wanna be funny, bitch? I got jokes of my own too, why dont I show you what happens to dumb little girls who don’t know their fucking place? I think that would be real funny.”

But his hand is stopped from drawing near your wide eyes when you both hear Twice and Toga calling everyone for their next meeting.

He pushes you away from him, giving you a murderous look over his shoulder as he leaves the room, not paying mind to the way you slide down the wall in the dark.

You take extra precaution to try avoiding him for the next few days, not even making eye contact with him when you two get teamed up for tasks. He never mentions the room incident, if anything he acts as if it never happens. It’s like whiplash for you, he tries to weirdly talk to you more but all you offer him is mumbles and hums of agreement.

The conversation is never long, but it starts to be less talk of degrading you and more of begrudging questioning of what you’ve been up to. You never engage, opting to pretend like you never heard him, and strangely enough he leaves it be.

You give him a side eye one day as he joins you at the bar (much to your discontent), downing your glass just to fill another.

He says nothing as he slides into the stool right next to you, and pours a glass of whiskey for himself as well.

It’s awkwardly silent, you’re not sure if you should leave or not, but you’d be damned if you try to initiate small talk with this psycho.

But then, he speaks.

“Is Shigaraki sending you on the mission to get that UA kid?”

His gravely voice rumbles and cracks from his usual lack of use, and he clears his throat after he talks.

“No.”

“Oh.”

This is excruciating, you think to yourself as he mulls over the drink in his hand for a silent minute or two.

Toga calls you over thankfully at the exact same moment, and you breathe out an inaudible sigh of relief as you slip off the stool to join her.

“Wait-“ Dabi grabs your arm and you flinch out of instinct, expecting a slap or a burn to come from him.

He sees your reaction and shakes his head dismissively, letting you go and muttering a “Nevermind”. You don’t ponder over it as you trip over your own feet to join the eccentric blond.

A week passes, and then two. With each day you maneuver your way around him, request to be partnered up with different people in private, and busy yourself in random tasks. Every time you pass him by the bar he lifts his head from whatever he’s doing and tries to maintain eye contact with you, even going so far as to open his mouth to say or ask god-knows-what.

You try to ignore the foreign hopeful glint in his glacial eyes as you walk right past him, ducking your head as you do so.

It drives Dabi crazy.

He can’t handle any more rejection, he thought his family would be the last straw for him to ever want recognition or love validation from again. He wants to talk to you, to hear your voice as it snaps back with witty comebacks of your own that he secretly enjoys so much, even if it means he has to force it out of you with hateful words. He wants to feel your hair underneath his scarred hands, even if he has to mask the soft wanting of you in forms of yanking the strands. He wants nothing more than to see your eyes fill up with no other sight than him and think only of him, even if it means he has to corner you and scare you into submission.

But your silence is something he’s not used to.

Well, to be fair, you weren’t silent completely, but the only sentences he was hearing from you nowadays was when you were speaking to Shigaraki or the other League members.

You were the only idiot who didn’t notice the smoke curling from his nostrils and ears comically when he’d finally see you stop your stoic act just to open up to other men apart from him. Spinner, Twice, and Compress backed off almost immediately from talking to you for too long when they’d see the look on his face as he watched you surrounded by them, but Tomura would merely smirk from behind your shoulders and keep a level gaze with his subordinate, knowing fully well why he was so pissed off.

You began to notice the weird energy at the base soon after the rest of the men would keep curt conversations with you in comparison to your long talks about video games, sex, and life after you would all win the war.

So you thought it would be best to ask the most semi-normal person there that wasn’t fueled with testosterone and aggression.

“I just don’t get it, why are they all being weird? I mean, we all used to talk so much and now they just...try avoiding me. Except for Tomura of course, he’s still normal I guess. But he always has this smirk on his face when I’m with him and I can’t figure out why.”

Toga stops cleaning her blood-laced needle to give you a sly look, all fangs and glinting white.

“And Dabi?”

“What about him?”

She sits back on her haunches and cocks her head at you. “You really don’t know what’s happening here, do ya?”

“No,” you roll your eyes in exasperation. “But I’ll gladly take any theories here, since apparently I’m the only one who doesn’t get it.”

“He likes you.”

You gape at her for a moment and then burst out laughing.

“What? That’s crazy, he doesn’t like me, he hates me!” He can barely stand being in a room with me, all he does is talk shit and harass me.”

The blond curiously licks at a bead of red from the top of the weapon and you cringe when her own tongue rips from the sharp point.

“You say he can’t stand being in a room with you, so then why is it that he’s always there? He might talk shit, but he talks to you out of everyone else right? Regardless of if it’s something mean.”

You’re thoroughly flabbergasted. She had a point, but it was too much to wrap your head around. She cheerfully hums and gets up to flounce around the room, cleaning her already-tidy room up to a T.

“And that little silent treatment act you’re giving him isn’t helping either. I swear, Jin told me Dabi almost burned his mouth off that one day you, him and Spinner were talking about GTA. He totally cornered the poor guy and threatened his life if he didn’t stop talking to you.”

“You’re joking.”

“Am not. He wanted to do the same to Tomura but I figure he wants to keep his job, so he won’t. Doesnt make it any better for him when you’re all chummy with the one person Dabi can’t stand the most, though.”

No wonder your leader was so smug whenever you two were in the same room, your attention solely focused on him.

You run your hands down your face, moaning about the whole situation being fucked. It’s just your luck that you couldn’t take a clue, but to be fair, how could you? Being called worthless and a waste of space wasn’t exactly what you had in mind for flirty banter.

“Soooo what’re you gonna do now? I heard he’s gonna try talking to you for realsies like, tomorrow or something.”

“Tomorrow?” You yelp, jumping up to your feet. “Why didn’t you tell me sooner? I can’t face him!”

“Oops,” she giggles, twirling with outstretched arms around her room and falling down onto her bed.

“Oh god, I can’t do this. I don’t even know if I like him! He’s such an ass, and even when he tries to come off as normal he’s just so..unsettling. I don’t think I’ve ever had a good conversation with him.”

Toga props her elbow up to rest her chin on her hand, frowning in thought.

“Why not just tell him how you feel?”

You snort and fold your arms. “Yeah, because the psycho arsonist is really gonna take the word no well.”

“Hmm.. I see what you mean. Oh well, whatever you choose, I’ll support you!”

And with that she skips out of the room sing songing for Twice to make a clone for her.

You were fucked.

And sure enough, the next day he approaches you, hands stuffed in his pockets and an almost bored look on his face.

“Yo newbie, I gotta talk to you for a second. Come with me”.

You look blearily up at him through eye bags and mussed hair, a direct telling of your sleepless night. Your stomach drops when you hear his words, but you nod your head and take a deep breath, mentally preparing yourself of the speech you practiced till the sun rose.

No one else is bothering you both today, Shigaraki having gone to visit All For One and the rest of the League left to their own devices. It was something you weren’t so comfortable with, but you doubted a hero would come to save you.

He leads you through the short winding hallways, each step of his growing louder and heavier as the space started growing smaller. Finally, he reaches a dimly lit room and stops outside the door, gesturing for you to go in with a casual wave of his patched wrist.

“After you.”

You raise an unsure eyebrow at his uncharacteristic show of consideration, and do as he says. You’re sweating bullets, fists balled so that your nails are digging into your palms, and vision going in and out of focus as your eyes begin to adjust to your surroundings.

A loud bang pulls you out of your stupor, and you whip around at the sound.

Dabi is already staring back at you with lidded eyes, leaning his weight against the door, his arms crossing over each other.

You shift on both feet, picking at your nails nervously.

“So, what did you wanna talk about?”

He says nothing, but just observes you, his head slightly tilted as if you were some abstract art piece.

“Dabi.”

“You got a lot of nerve, y’know that?”

He pushes himself off the wall and advances slowly towards you, hands stuffed in his trench coat pockets.

You immediately back up with raised palms, sputtering indignantly at his offensive movements coming closer and closer. However you thought his ‘confession’ would go, this was most definitely not starting out like how you planned

“Excuse me? What’re you talking about-“

“I know what you’re doing. You think whoring yourself out to ol’ crusty and the rest of the guys here is gonna make everyone forget just how useless you actually are. What the fuck do you even do here? You fuck up half the missions which I have to come bail your ass out of, you constantly put us in jeopardy by being all friendly with everyone, and you can’t even keep your mouth shut when I need to let off a little steam, as I rightfully should.”

In a perfect world, Dabi would be the light of your eyes, the hero of your world. In a perfect world, Dabi would be able to hold your hand in his smooth one and tell you that he wants you so much that it impairs his rational judgement and makes him say things he doesn’t mean. He’d tell you that your presence is like a weight lifted off his chest, your presence means he doesn’t have to think or worry about the outside world, he just wants you all to himself without anyone interfering.

But this is not a perfect world, and Dabi is not a hero, but rather one of the worst villains.

So he does exactly what one does as a villain.

Instead of a loving look that he knows he’s incapable of, Dabi looks down into your horrified gaze as he traps you against the wall between his scarred arms, spewing misplaced venom at you.

“I don’t know what your problem is, but you need to chill out. First you go ballistic on me ‘cause I talked to Tomura for no reason, then you act all weird and quiet as if you’re some decent person, and now you think you can just bring me in here and tell me how worthless I am? Go fuck yourself, seriously.”

You scoff and make your way to push him but stop when he does what he did a couple weeks ago. You hold bated breath as he casually brings an inflamed hand to scratch at his face as if he can’t feel the hellfire emitting from it, and let out a whine of distress as he lowers his head mere inches from yours, lips almost touching.

“Stop talking to the rest of the guys,” he breaths. “Stop smiling, laughing, or going near anyone who isn’t me.”

You wonder if he knows how insane he sounds. He does, but that’s nothing he doesn’t know already. If anything, it solidifies in his mind that if he is to be as bad as the world has made him out to be, then he is acting exactly fit for the role.

“Why?”

“I don’t need to give sluts like you a reason. It should come as easy, right? What’s putting out for one more person?”

Your eyes are brimming with tears now, your stoic facade showing cracks as you sniffle a little bit.

He eats it up and groans watching salty rivers cascade down your cheeks. Suddenly, he feels as though he can no longer hold back anymore, he feels as though if he thinks for one more second he’ll combust.

So, acting on instinct, he surges forward and presses his lips against yours, swallowing your cries of distress and holding your hands above your head in midst of them frantically beating on his chest.

Your lips are so, so soft compared to his and it’s making him sink deeper into this instinctual daze. He puffs against your writhing lips as he thrusts his hot tongue in your mouth.

You try to bite him but when his hands heat up against your skin you resign to your fate and wail, allowing him to pull his hips flush against yours and start humping your thighs.

He draws back and bites your lips, teeth clacking against yours as he does so. You open your terrified eyes and blanch when you see the look on his face.

Lust is clearly drawn everywhere, from his blown pupils to his heaving chest, all the way to his flushed face and wild eyes. He looks as though he’s about to eat you alive and it’s appropriate that you feel like a lamb about to be slaughtered.

“Dabi, wait, please stop-“

But he cuts your pants off again in favor of slamming his hips against yours again and grinding impossibly hard on your legs, the friction of his jeans catching on your clothed cunt and forcing a mewl out of you.

“I’m not gonna stop. I’ve had enough of you teasing. You’re mine now, and if it takes burning our dear leader alive and this whole place down for you to understand that then I’ll fucking do it.”

He thought that terrorizing you would ease the empty feeling in his heart, that continuously berating you would force him to see you as what he always said you were, just another empty headed cunt. He thought that distancing himself from you and focusing on other things would make him forget about the soft feelings he longed to share with you, feelings he thought perished in the fire he was in when he was a young boy .

Even now, there is an ache in his chest as he hears you beg for him to stop, to let you go, that you’re sorry for whatever you did.

But this is not a perfect world, and not everyone gets their way in life.

You should really learn that, because Dabi already has.

And so Dabi will act accordingly to what life has put out before him .