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omgggg you just came in the right time i've bee. Suffering from the leak of toga himiko fics💔💔💔💔 can i request some hd for her with female reader(T . T)
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Pt. 1
Pairings : Himiko toga x Fem!Reader
NOT PROOF READ
Quirk: Hemokinesis
The ability to create and c
Hi! I’m so so sorry It took me so long to get to your request. I’m working on writing the second part rn, I hope you enjoy!
The ability to create and control blood. You can control the blood in other people’s bodies, as well as your own. You can create blood from nothing and can use that blood to form items, If you can picture it you can make it. This Has its limitations. Over use can lead to extreme light headedness, fainting, and vomiting up blood.
Summary: After many years held in Tartarus you finally escaped. You now find yourself at the mercy of an old friend with a few too many connections. He takes you to meet with some sort of villain crew on the condition that you help them with their missions, and they give you a place to stay. But what happens when you find yourself falling for a girl who’s all too similar to you.
You still remember reading the headline off of some newspaper just days after you had escaped.
“Security Breach At Tartarus! Inmate 2286 Escaped!”
You couldn’t help but scoff, not even willing to call you by name. To them you were nothing but a number.
You read on.
“The suspect may be armed and dangerous. If you come into contact with this individual do not engage. Inmates' quirk is Hemokinesis. This individual is extremely dangerous and has been convicted in the murders of her mother and father and is a possible suspect in many more..”
You sighed as you read on. Same physical description of you they had used the first time you were in the news. Your fingers pinched the bridge of your nose as you read further. A repeat of the same bullshit story they had used when you were caught.
“An innocent family brutally slaughtered by their own daughter.”
You bit down on the inside of your cheek. The taste of iron slowly filling your mouth as you crumpled up the newspaper, throwing it off the roof you had been resting on.
Himiko’s POV
“OW!” Twice yelped, hand rubbing the side of his head; voice echoing off the walls of the alley way.
“So much for not drawing attention.” Shigaraki hissed through clenched teeth, his steps quickening.
“Oh hey what’s this? Looks like total trash! Let’s read it. Probably some boring crap anyways!” Twice went on as he picked up what was seemingly some sort of discarded newspaper.
Toga watched as twice began hastily straightening out the pages. His eyes scanned over it quickly before he spoke once again.
“Whoa inmate escaped from tartarus that's cool- LAME! Who cares?! We should recruit them!”
An escaped inmate wasn’t something people heard about often.
“Hey let me see!” Toga shouted, attempting to read over Twice’s shoulder, before choosing to instead just pull it from his hand. Her eyes flickered all over the page before landing on something that immediately caught her attention.
Hemokinesis. Another blood quirk?
She continued scanning the page until her eyes fell on you. Her lips pulled into a grin. She giggled to herself admiring the picture.
“Toga put that trash away, let's go.” Dabi spoke, waiting for her to catch up with the rest of the group.
Toga rolled her eyes begrudgingly, tearing out the front page folding it up and tucking it away in the pocket of her cardigan. Making a mental note to bring it up to Shigaraki once he was in a slightly better mood.
Your POV
It's been 5 days since you escaped and the streets had been lined with heroes and cops and it was getting harder to stay out of view. You decided to call the only contact you still remembered.
Riiiing
Riiiiing
Riiiiiing
“Heyyy! I knew ya would call.”
You let out a sigh of relief
“Giran, god I thought you wouldn’t pick up.”
He chuckled “Come on! No names remember? We can’t be too careful now!”
“Shit- sorry it's just been a while.” You spoke somewhat apologetically.
“It's all good, y’know I couldn’t hold a grudge. Hell, you getting outs was the most exciting news I've heard in a long damn time.”
You smiled to yourself slightly. “Thanks, I really do appreciate it…” you paused.
“Listen- uhm I really hate to ask you this but I'm in a tight spot right now. I just- I really need a place to stay.” You grimaced.
He laughed once again “Didn’t you think I’d know that? I mean seriously who did ya live with the first time you were a runaway?”
You felt yourself relax as your heart rate finally started to slow a little. You smiled, “You, I lived with you.”
“Exactly, now- you remember where you and I met?” Giran questioned”
“Mhm”
“Perfect, you meet me down there and I can get you a nice place to rest up alright?” You could damn near hear his grin through the phone.
“Yeah, got it. Thank you again” You replied before he hung up.
You spent the next hour or so slowly sneaking your way through the city. Godamned heroes lining every corner made it much harder than it needed to be but you finally made it. You smiled. Of all the things that had changed while you were away you were thankful to see that the old building the two of you had met in hadn’t changed a bit.
You slipped in through the same broken window you had the night everything happened. Same place but it felt so different.
The blood on your hands long since washed away but the feeling still remains.
You cringe at the sound of broken glass beneath your feet. Your eyes squinting in a desperate attempt to adjust to the dark. You always felt like it was a shame this place had closed down, it was just a small long abandoned restaurant but something about it always felt safe to you. The old booths you used to use as a bed still were just as comfortable as you remembered.
You slumped into the booth head resting on the back of it. A creak at the door made you sit upright. Blood swirling around your hand forming a knife as you held your breath.
Suddenly the door swung open, you shot up from your seat instinctively throwing the knife at the figure standing in the door.
You heard a yelp as the figure ducked.
“Whoa whoa whoa!” He yelled, hands raised in surrender. “So much for a warm welcome.” Giran laughed.
Your eyes widened, realizing you’d damn near stabbed an old friend.
Giran just smiled as he moved towards the booth you were previously sat at. The crimson knife in the wall losing its shape, blood retreating back to your body.
He collapsed onto the booth wasting no time lighting a cigar. The familiar smell immediately flooding your senses.
“Soo- heard ya made a guy bleed out through his eyes. That true?” Giran asked absentmindedly
“Wow, great conversation starter Giran.” You sighed not exactly wanting to talk about that.
He grinned “Fine finee, story for later. Maybe I could interest ya in talking about something else then?”
You caulked your head slightly.
“What do ya know about the League of Villains?” He questioned
Himiko’s POV
“Hey Tomura! Read this” Himiko chirped, waving the paper in his face.
Tomura shot her a glare, snatching the page out of her hands.
“An escaped prisoner from tartarus hm?..” he grinned
“Maybe we’ll have to arrange for a visit.” He spoke gruffly
Your POV
“Uhuh, so you're telling me some sorta big bad villain groups trying to recruit me? Sure sure.” You laughed.
Giran sighed leaning forward in his seat. “Hey, I'm being serious. They’ve taken some real interest in ya.”
You smiled but it didn’t quite reach your eyes. “I know you're being serious. I know. But come on seriously? What? I go back to risking my life for some team of villains for what? More poorly written articles? I'm sorry but I don’t think so.” You retorted, leaning back against the seat. Your eyes fell to your lap.
“How about a permanent place to stay? A home. I mean fuck kid aren’t ya tired of all this running. From the moment ya left that house that’s all you’ve ever done.” He spoke
You looked back up at him. Something about his words struck much deeper than they should’ve. The two of you sat there in silence as you weighed your options. Deep down you knew it was your best option. But a part of you felt sick thinking about it. Finally gaining freedom just to put it in the hands of some villain group you’d never even heard of. But what options did you have left? Keep running, keep sleeping on roof tops until you inevitably get caught? Forced back into a cage where you’ll live out the rest of your life?
“Fine.” you huffed.
Giran beamed, smoke from his cigar spilling from his lips. “I knew you’d come around!” He put his cigar out before standing up, stretching his arms above his head.
“Well then now thats outta the way, lets getcha a place to stay until the league’s ready to meet ya.”
The next few days were mainly spent catching up on some much needed rest on Giran’s couch. It was a bit strange, a kind of safety you hadn’t felt in god knows how long. It was nice, just a place to exist without rules or guidelines.
Freedom.
“Wakey Wakey!” Giran shouted, pulling the blanket off of you. You groaned, hiding your face in your hands. Giran chuckled.
“Fine fine i’ll let ya rest for a bit longer, don't forget you’re meetin’ the league today.” he said.
His words immediately woke you up, You bolted upright on the couch hand running through your hair. “Shit- that's today?!”
Giran laughed. “Yeah kid, that's today. In just abouuut- two hours actually!” he gestured to the extremely old clock on his wall. “Ill leave ya to go get ready, i’ve gotta take a call in the other room anyways. There's clothes on the bathroom sink for ya, it's nothin’ fancy but it's what I could find.”
Himiko’s POV
She sat on the bar feet absentmindedly swinging off the edge.
“Isn’t she so cute?” Toga giggled admiring your photo, her fingers tracing along the jagged edges of the page.
Kirogiri just nodded silently, his eyes peering at the page.
Shigaraki joined the group spinner, dabi, and compress following behind.
“Toga get up, we’re leaving.” Shigaraki spoke, eyes shifting to Kirogiri who just gave him a small nod as the fog began to grow around the league.
Your POV
You groaned, minutes felt like they dragged on for centuries as the two of you waited for the leagues arrival.
You slumped against the rusting walls of what seemed to be some abandoned shed as you continued to not so patiently wait.
Giran stood leaned up against a wall, cigar in hand. His eyes shifted to you as he smirked.
“Jeez kid, calm down they’ll be here eventually.” He shrugged, smoke slipping from his lips as he spoke.
Just then like he’d somehow spoke it into existence a cloud of purple takes its place in the center of the room. You bolted upright and your quirk activated on instinct. Blood seeping through your fingertips swirling around your hand in an effort to form some sort of dagger.
This action was cut short as Giran piped up, “Told ya they’d be here soon.” he spoke with a cocky grin.
You relaxed, the half formed dagger began to drip back into nothing but a puddle on the ground. Your eyes regaining focus on the portal ahead of you.
You were immediately taken aback by some figure absolutely covered in what seemed to be- hands?
“what the fuck?..” you muttered, the words slipped out before you could even process what you were looking at. Giran chuckled behind you.
You watched as the portal closed behind them revealing a rather fancily dressed man, face hidden beneath layers of purple smoke. Giran walked towards the group, you took it as a sign to follow.
“Heeeey! Glad to see ya finally showed up.” Giran smiled.
Your eyes scanned over the group nervously until they landed on her.
HI DARLINGS IM BACK!
I just want to say i’m so so sorry for being gone for so long, I just had alot going on but i’m finally getting back into writing and I will be posting a lot more soon.
Hi yall! I’m so sorry i’ve been away for so long ive been unfortunately really sick but im finally gettin better, im hoping ill have a new fic out by this week😭
Loved your Dabi fic! I was wondering if you would be okay with writing headcanons for pro hero Dabi? Maybe something sweet like how he and reader may have met or their day to day routine with one another. What about endeavor too? What does he think about dabi’s relationship, he does he even now at all? Will he ever find out?
Hope that helps with your writers block! And please feel free to ignore this if you don’t want to write it. Stay safe!
Prohero!Touya Headcannons
Pairings: Prohero!Touya x reader
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You met in UA your first year. Touya was quiet and tended to keep to himself most of the time. You had always been somewhat curious about him, so you decided to sit next to him in an effort to get to know him.
You'd catch him looking at you every once in a while, but he never spoke.
You were the first one to start a conversation. It was nothing big- you just introduced yourself, but you couldn't help but notice the slight smile he had when he spoke to you.
He'd write little notes on your papers during class just so he could see your smile.
His chest nearly exploded the first time he made you laugh.
One day, instead of the usual bad jokes or little drawings, it was a request.
"Meet me behind the school after class.”
You stared at him, confused, and he just gave you a weary smile, hands nervously fidgeting on his desk.
He had left class early that day, claiming he was sick and had to see Recovery Girl immediately.
When you finally made it out of class, you sped outside as fast as you could.
Your hands were sweating, and you felt like your heart was going to burst. And there he was, leaning against the wall, scarred hands fidgeting nervously.
"Touya?" you questioned quietly. He looked up, a nervous smile spreading across his face. "Uhm... hey." he said with an extremely shaky smile.
"Touya, what is this all about?" you spoke, concern clouding your mind.
He cleared his throat slightly. "Listen, I like you. More than like- Y/N, I love you, " he sputtered. "And I understand if you don't feel the same, and I know that I'm not the most attractive," he joked, gesturing toward the scars on his face with a small smile.
"But I just couldn't pretend that what I was feeling wasn't true. I couldn't keep pretending I'm not in love with you." he said, taking both your hands in his.
"If you don't feel the same, I promise you it's okay- just tell me now a-" He was cut off as your lips hastily pressed into his.
His hands let go of yours, moving to your waist as yours cupped his face.
The two of you have been together ever since.
Touya holds you extremely close , both figuratively and literally. When the two of you are at home, he is all over you. a hand resting on your thigh when you're on the couch, or arms wrapped around your waist from behind as you both make dinner.
In the mornings, if he's the first awake, he likes to make you breakfast and will wait until you're awake to bring it to you in bed, always planting a soft kiss on your forehead.
When you have a rough day- sickness, a bad day at work no matter what, he never hesitates to wrap you in his arms, always making sure to ask if you need to talk.
At night, when the two of you go to bed, he absolutely loves when you lay your head on his chest. He always wraps an arm around your waist, holding you close. He finds it grounding, like a constant reminder that you're not going anywhere.
He enjoys the little things. The way you light up when you tell him about your day, or your smile when he catches you staring at him. The way you lean into his touch never fails to make him melt.
Endeavor has met you before. You and Touya attempted to test the waters. He introduced you purely as a friend from another agency, but even that much did not go well.
Endeavor, having an apparently very massive and sharp stick up his ass at all times, deeply disliked you. He found you to be a "distraction" to his son and didn 't like that you were unafraid to say how you felt around him.
The two of you have decided to keep your relationship a secret from both him and the public. There's a handful of people in your lives that know.
Shoto, who may or may not have found out about your relationship when he walked in on the two of you making out while you were in Touya's office at the agency, is extremely fond of you. On multiple occasions, he has also helped the two of you sneak around.
Touya fully intends to tell Endeavor about your relationship one day, but for now, the two of you are happy keeping things as they are.
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@blue-flower-lady Thank you so much for the request i really do hope you enjoyed it as much as i enjoyed writing it.
If anyone has any sort of requests feel free to send them my way. I’ll be sure to make a master list soon!
If any of yall lovely people have any MHA requests please feel free to absolutely bombard me! I’m experiencing major writers block and would seriously appreciate it!
Summary : Being in the public’s eye is often given as a pro hero. Unfortunately for Touya he’s not immune to this, it becomes overwhelming and he decides to let his walls down just enough to seek comfort from his secret lover.
Warnings : Swearing (If there’s any others you feel I Should put leave a comment and i will fix it right away!)
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The media was aggressive. You both knew that. They were ruthless. In a way, it was their job. You and Touya were no strangers to the cruel tricks they would play to get a good story, even if that meant drastically stretching the truth or just being outright cruel.
Touya was especially used to some rather harsh treatment. Over the years, he learned to close off and not give them a reaction. The media's comments never seemed to get to him as much as they did to you. You admired him for it, as if all of it just bounced right off of him.
That was until today.
It had been an unfortunately draining day for Touya, and all he could think about was coming back home to you.
"Touya, over here! "
"Do you have anything to say about the future of the Endeavor Agency?!"
"Hey! Could you just answer some questions for us?!"
"I heard you're seeing someone, is that true?!" a woman shouted in the crowd. It was a harmless question and typically a baseless one. Touya sighed, choosing to continue to ignore it, not quite understanding why it stuck out to him in the first place. Unfortunately, like many others in the media, she was relentless.
As Touya made his way through the crowd just trying to get to his car, she followed quickly behind him.
"Touya! There are rumors that you're dating someone. Could you please tell us more?!" He glared back at her , hoping she would take the hint.
She sped in front of him, her camera now uncomfortably close to his scarred face. "Who am I kidding? Of course you aren't! Nobody would ever want to be with someone as horrid as you, isn't that right, Touya?!" she taunted.
His fist clenched at his side as he felt himself lose all the patience he had left for today.
CRACK.
For just a moment , the crowd backed away. The woman stood there in shock, now holding her very broken camera.
"Anyone else?" Touya hissed , eyes scanning the now eerily quiet crowd around him.
He looked at the now visibly red faced woman in front of him and rolled his eyes . "You know where to send the bill.” he grumbled as he pushed past her, finally getting into his car.
Touya wasted zero time pulling off as he sped away from the crowd behind him. His hands gripped the steering wheel so hard it's a wonder it didn't break. The adrenaline finally began to wear off, leaving a new feeling in its place as he pulled into the driveway.
He turned off his car as his head fell into the headrest of his seat. His chest finally allowed him to breathe properly.
Touya sighed, looking at his hands, still loosely wrapped around the steering wheel, mentally preparing himself for the media shitstorm that was to come.
He begrudgingly pulled himself out of his car, footsteps dragging toward the door.
Much to his surprise, the door swung open before he could reach for his keys.
"Touya!" you beamed as you practically threw yourself at him, arms wrapped tightly around him. He felt all the tension melt off of him as he buried his face in your neck, arms making their way around your waist.
"Hey, doll." he smiled to himself, still holding you like his life depended on it.
Touya pulled away , pressing a soft kiss to the top of your head as he led you back inside.
You closed the door behind you as Touya crashed face-first onto the couch. You giggled quietly and decided to kneel down by the couch.
"Long day?" you asked , gently rubbing his back.
" Mhhhhm, " Touya groaned, face still buried in the couch.
You rolled your eyes and began pulling him up , forcing him to sit up. "Coomeee on."
"Nooooo , " Touya groaned dramatically, his head falling back on the couch as he sat up.
You straddled his lap, hands cupping his face. "There you are." You smiled as your eyes scanned over his face.
He sighed, gaze avoiding yours.
Your brows furrowed slightly in worry. "Touya, what's wrong?"
"It's nothing , doll, just a long day at work, y'know?" he muttered as his face rested on your shoulder. You nodded, hands gently ghosting up and down his back.
"Do you want to talk about it?" you spoke softly.
He wrapped his arms around your waist once more , pulling you closer to him. "It was just the usual media bullshit… they always find some sort of way to take it too damn far , " he grumbled.
You just held him as your fingers brushed through his hair. That was when he said something that made your heart ache.
"Hey, Y/N?" he muttered. You hummed in response.
Touya pulled back, eyes downcast as if he'd just been kicked. "Do you think I'm scary?" he questioned, gaze not daring to meet yours.
"Oh, Touya..." you spoke as your hand gently lifted his head up in an attempt to get him to make eye contact with you.
"You're not scary in the slightest." You smiled reassuringly. His eyes finally met yours, his shoulders relaxing slightly.
" There's not a single thing about you that could ever scare me away. You are perfect in every way." you said as your thumb gently ran over his scarred cheek , practically melting as he pressed his face further into your hand.
"Scars and all?" he questioned. You smiled, pressing a soft kiss to his lips.
"Scars and all. " you assured him.
He smiled and kissed you. It started out soft, almost hesitant, hands making their way into your hair.
The kisses became quicker, messier, and more desperate. His lips left yours as the two of you were left panting for air.
Touya chuckled and placed a soft kiss to your forehead before resting his chin on the top of your head.
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