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❥ Big Brother Touya vii [Jealousy]

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♡ Pairings: BigBrother!Touya & Reader [Platonic]

Request: This is my first time suggesting this, so I hope I did it right. So I was wondering if you make Big Brother Touya. I was wondering if in this chapter we get to see more of his jealousy growing and clearly showing his signs of his jealousy when one of his siblings play with you all the time, so choose which sibling you want; it doesn't matter. Take the time to write it as well! - @derya1409

ღ Warnings | Yandere Themes, Manipulation, Obsessive Behavior

Since you were so sweet, I wrote this just for you. I haven’t written for big brother Touya in a while, so I’m a bit rusty. I didn't do 'play'; I just did hints of you guys playing together, so I hope that's okay.

Parts : i | ii | iii | iv | v | vi A/N: Do not repost my work anywhere. If you see anyone reposting or copying my work, please let me know. Thank you!

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[Y/N is 4yrs old]

Today was the big day. Your older brother, Shouto, said he would bring you home a dessert since you got good marks from your tutor. Typically, this would be Touya’s job. He always praised you for doing well in your academics and would take you out for a dessert as a reward. However, that wasn’t an option for you this time. Touya had been so busy, balancing training, school, and everything else your father was piling on top of him. You didn’t want to burden him with your silly request, so you asked Shouto instead.

You and Shouto weren’t typically close; it wasn’t as if you hated him, you two just didn’t have very many opportunities to interact with each other. When you're both home, he usually spends his free time studying, while you spend yours with Touya. However, with his new busy schedule, you haven't seen much of Touya. He had been to a training camp earlier in the month, followed by various courses and classes that you really couldn't keep track of if you tried. The once-constant source of attention in your life began to fade rapidly, leaving you feeling lonely for the first time. This loneliness led to a closer relationship beginning to form with your brother, Sho.

He seemed to pick up on your isolation and started going out of his way to greet you or play with you between study sessions. You really started looking forward to whenever he came home. So when your tutor gave you your test back with exemplary remarks, and Touya was nowhere to be seen, Shouto was the first person you went to. At first, he just gave you a pat on the head and some light praise, but when you explained how Touya normally gave you a treat, he hesitantly agreed to do the same.

“There’s a cafe I pass on the walk to school. I’ll grab you something on the way back.”

So, now you sat on the couch, impatiently waiting by the window for his return. You could hardly contain your excitement. You let out a small gasp as you saw the front gate open, but it wasn’t Sho who came through; it was Touya instead. You were positive he was supposed to be gone for most of the day, so it was a nice surprise, but you didn’t let yourself get too excited, since he was probably just stopping by for a moment to take care of some things. Leaping off the couch and away from the window, you quickly headed to the front door to let him in.

“Touya!” You shouted, quickly grabbing the boy's attention.

Seeing your smiling face had him running over to you in an instant. He lifted you into a hug with one arm, making sure to close the door behind him with the other. With all the training he does, the suffering and agony he goes through daily, these little moments with you are the only thing that keeps him sane.

“Hey, Kiddo, were you waiting on me?” He smiled, setting you down gently.

“No, silly,” you smiled innocently, running back to your spot on the couch that gave you a perfect view out the window. To your young mind, the question didn’t make sense. Afterall, why would you be waiting for someone you didn’t even know was showing up? Though the remark was far from innocent in your brother's eyes. Touya felt his heart stop. Eyes widening at the singular statement as if still trying to comprehend what you said, or maybe he was trying to convince himself he heard wrong. As if it were a joke. It had to be a fucking joke, but if that were the case, why were you staring so expectantly out the window? Your view of the front gate was quickly blocked as the blinds zipped down. You shouted out a ‘hey’, whipping your head around to see your brother standing there with the cord in hand.

“What do you mean, ‘no’? Who are you waiting for?” He questioned, voice bordering on being almost unrecognizable, but you didn't answer. You ran over desperately trying to yank the cord from his grasp. It was futile. He was bigger than you, by a lot, but your brain didn’t seem to register that as you repeatedly jumped up and tried to yank the cord away. Your actions only made him angrier. Who were you this desperate to see come through the front gate? “Y/N, answer my question. Who are you waiting for?” His voice was even, but his emotions weren’t. He felt himself teetering over an invisible line.

“Big Brother Sho, he said he would bring me home a dessert today. Now, can I please hav-”

“Shouto! You're excited for him?” He shouted, making you jump back a bit. He’s never raised his voice at you. He was stern at times, of course, but he never yelled at you before, not like this. You loved your brother, but right now, he didn’t seem like himself, or the self you were used to, leaving you confused and scared. Tears began to form in your eyes, and in an instant, Touya’s arms were around you. “Hey, hey, hey.” He soothed, lifting you into the air as he rocked you back and forth. “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry, Y/N. Please don’t cry. I’m begging you.” His hand gently rubbed up and down on your back as you sobbed on his shoulder.

“You’re mean, Touya!”

He felt his heart clench at your words, but he couldn’t argue with you. He’s been under so much stress lately that it's been eating him alive. You’re the only thing he looks forward to every day, and seeing you so excited for Shouto just broke him.

“I know. I’m the worst. Please don’t hate me.” His voice was frantic. You sniffled, lifting your head up from the crook of his neck.

“I don’t hate you, Touya.”

“But you were so excited for Shouto and not me.”

“But… that was because… that wasn’t because I hate you. Shouto is bringing me a dessert for doing well, so I just got a little more excited for him.” You clarified once you found your words. He was still pissed. Hearing you say you were more excited for Shouto than for him had his body seething.

“I’ll buy you sweets. I’ll buy you anything you want. You just have to name it, so why didn’t you ask me instead?”

“You haven’t been home,” you explained, sadness creeping back into your voice. He’d be lying if he said hearing your voice crack while talking about his absence didn’t make him happy. “You’re always busy now. Too busy to play, or read, or do anything really, so I’ve been doing them with Shouto.”

He was in a state of absolute denial at your confession. This dessert incident wasn’t the only instance of Shouto trying to worm his way into your heart? How could you replace him so easily? No. Nevermind, this wasn’t your fault. How could it be? You were manipulated by that vulture who swooped down and tried to sweep you up while Touya was away. You were just the helpless victim in this situation. Of course, you were just acting out of pure childhood loneliness. It was a feeling he knew all too well until you came around. He’ll always forgive you, but Shouto would have to pay for this.

“Y/N, I am never too busy for you. If you need or want anything, I’ll make time for it. You can always ask me. I love going with you to pick out a dessert. It makes me so happy. I can take you right now, if you want.”

“But what about your studies?” You questioned.

“Already done!” A lie.

“And training?”

“I have today off.” Another lie.

“But Sho-”

“Stop worrying so much and go get a jacket on, so we can leave. I’ll let Shouto know, so it won’t be a problem at all.”

Your eyes widened in excitement at his words. You were finally going to get to spend time with him again, and you couldn’t wait. You nodded your head and rushed down the hall towards your room.

As he stood in the entryway waiting for you, the front door opened. Shouto walked through with a dessert box in hand, a look of surprise briefly crossing his face as his eyes landed on his brother. Touya walked over and smacked the container onto the floor. As his Shouto stood there, stunned.

“You have Dad. You have Mom. You have the perfect quirk. You have everything.” His voice was cold and calculated as he stepped closer to Shouto with every word, smashing the dessert against his shoe as he towered over him. “If you think I’m just going to sit there and let you take Y/N away from me, too, you're fucking wrong.”

“W-what?” He was dumbfounded. Touya barely ever spoke to him. He treated Shouto as more of a nuisance than a brother. Now today, out of nowhere, he’s threatening him over a dessert. “Y/N, asked me to-”

“Shut up, I don’t give a shit. I’m warning you now, so listen while I’m still being nice. No gifts. No playing. No desserts, or any other tactic you’ll use to gain her favor. It ends here. Stay in your lane, or I’ll obliterate you.”

“I’m ready!” Your sweet voice shouted as you came running over, coat in hand. 

In an instant, the once demonic figure standing in front of Shouto was gone. Replaced with a smile as he whipped around to help you put on your jacket. “Perfect timing. Silly Shouto dropped the dessert he brought, so it’s a good thing we’re going out.”

“Aww, I could've had two desserts,” you whined. As he zipped you up and lifted you into his arms. “Are you gonna come with us, Sho?”

Before words could even get the chance to leave his mouth, Touya answered on his behalf. “No, he needs to clean up his mess, so he’s going to stay behind. Maybe he’ll be more careful next time.”

Touya didn’t let you say goodbye. He carried you out of the house before you got the chance, leaving his brother there in complete silence, frozen in place. He isn’t stupid; he knows how overprotective Touya is when it comes to you. Suppose you can even call it that. The whole family knows how crazy he gets over you. It’s a huge reason their parents are keeping him so busy: they wanted to separate him from you, hoping to give him some time to cool off. But seeing everything that just took place over a dessert, if anything, he’s only gotten worse, so much worse.

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❥ Big Bad Wolf ii

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♡ Pairings: Dabi x Reader

Summary: Little Red Riding Hood AU. You just wanted to deliver a basket of goodies to your grandma’s house, but you end up getting mixed up with a wolf who wants more than just your basket.

Parts: i

ღ Warnings | 18+ NSFW, Yandere Themes, AU, Manipulation, Cursing, Virginity Loss, Dubcon, Breeding, Threats, Stalking, References to Last Chapters Smut, Etc.

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“Y/N?... Y/N?” You heard someone call out, waking you from your sleep… that voice… you knew that voice…

“Grandma?” You croaked out, forcing your eyes open.

“Yes, dear! What exactly are you doing out here? Did that mother of yours send you over?” She sighed, “That girl has always been a worrier... and why on God's green earth would you sleep on the porch swing? I’m sure the guest room is much comfier.”

Porch swing? You questioned, as you began regaining consciousness. You lifted your head to look around and saw that she was telling the truth. The pillow for the swing was tucked behind your head, while your red hood was draped over your body. Even your basket was here, pushed off beside you, but seemingly untouched.

“G-grandma, I-”

“Never mind then. I’m sure it was a long journey to make on your own” She dismissed with a wave of her hand, “Not to mention you always were absentminded. Even as a child. Now just forget it and hurry inside! Hasn’t your mother ever warned you that there are wolves about?”

Once inside you had immediately excused yourself to go shower, blaming your desperate need to wash on the long journey over, but truth be told you could still smell him on you. As roughly as you could manage, you washed over every inch of your body repeatedly. Desperately hoping that maybe some of the bruises would come off with your insistent scrubbing as well, but alas, as you looked yourself over in the bathroom mirror it was obvious you failed in that task.

If it wasn’t for the bite mark on your shoulder and the aches of your muscles, you would’ve been sure it was nothing more than a dream. Your head was a bit foggy and pieces of your memory from the night prior were missing more than likely due to the alcohol. You had never drank before and it had seemed to have a bigger effect than you would have thought. 

You don’t remember much of how you got to your grandma's house, but you were positive that you somehow managed to walk yourself here after he had left you in the woods. Then, too tired to make it inside, you made yourself a bed on the old porch swing. After all, it doesn’t make sense that he would bring you here, he doesn’t even know where your grandma lives, and you definitely never mention it to him.

You wanted nothing more than to forget the entire encounter, but it was revealing itself to be next to impossible. You’re not sure what he did to you, but no matter how hard you tried, you couldn’t fully get him out of your head. His voice. His smirk. His touch. You wish the whole thing could be erased rather than just bits and pieces, but it felt as if you were under his spell. 

“Y/N?” Your grandma called out, disrupting your thoughts, “When you’re done in there, I made breakfast for us.”

“Coming,” you shouted back in response, attempting to keep your voice as steady as possible so as not to worry her. How would you even begin to explain the situation you got yourself in? She would without a doubt tell your mother as well. Oh, you could only imagine the fate that would await you if your mother found out. You’d never be allowed to leave the house again, that much was guaranteed.

Quickly, you threw on one of your spare dresses you kept here for whenever you came to visit. You made sure to pick one that would cover enough skin to hide the markings underneath before rushing off toward the kitchen

“Grandma, I should be the one making you breakfast. You need to be in bed resting.”

“Oh hush dear, there’s plenty of time to rest today. You traveled all this way to deliver me some medicine and goodies, the least I can do is make you some breakfast in return.” She grinned, placing a bowl of porridge down in front of you at the table. “I know it’s not much, but I just haven’t been feeling well enough to go into the market. Regardless you should eat, I know you must be starved.”

You were. In fact, you don't think you realized just how hungry you were until the first bite of food hit your tongue. It was almost as if a switch had been flipped as you all but attacked the food in your bowl. Not even attempting to make small talk in the process of eating which your grandma took note of.

“My my, you were hungry. As good as a cook as I may be I don’t recall you loving my porridge quite this much.” She hummed, scooping up another helping into your bowl. Which you graciously accepted. “Now talk to me. You seem more distracted than usual. What’s on your mind, dear?”

“Nothing, grandma, nothing at all,” you lied, not looking up from your bowl.

“Ahh, nothing, is it? I think I know what has my sweet granddaughter distracted. In fact, it's been a long time coming. You’ve found yourself a boy!”

You dropped your spoon at the shock of her statement. The clattering sound echoing through the small room. “N-no, Grandma, that’s not-”

“Ohh hush now, you don’t have to worry. It’s perfectly natural for a girl your age to have these sorts of feelings.”

Your hand traced over your shoulder without thinking. Your fingers gently rubbing the spot above your shirt covering the bite mark that he had left behind. The wound was burning hot. A constant reminder of the so-called ‘boy’ your grandma was referring to, and what exactly he did to you.

“Don’t worry, I won’t tell your mother about this boy plaguing your thoughts either. Lord knows that woman tends to overreact.” She pushed herself up off her chair, “Well, I reckon it’s time to take my medicine.” She excused herself from the table, pulling out a green vile from inside the basket you had brought over. How strange. You don’t recall your mother packing that, but she did pack a lot of random items, and you weren’t paying as much attention as you probably should have when she was going over everything.

“Okay, grandma. I’ll start cleaning up, and once I’m done, I’ll head into the market for you, so feel free to make me a list.”

“What would I ever do without you, dear?” She took a big swig from the vile, face contorting a bit as she went into a coughing fit. You ran over to her and began rubbing circles on her back to help soothe her, but she raised a hand shooing you away before quickly regaining her composure. “If you could get me some new cough medicine while you’re out I would appreciate that. I’m not sure where your mother got this, but I much prefer to be sick than having to take this again.”

After cleaning up your grandma had become quite exhausted, putting herself to bed as you finished up around her home. At first, you were nervous about going out to the market. Afraid that you might run into that wolf again. But you felt reassured when reminding yourself that he didn’t know where you were. You were safe here.

The walkover was a bit more difficult than normal. Your body was sore from the events of the night prior, and your knee was still tender from your tumble, so you were forced to take everything slower than you normally would. The sun was already setting by the time you were returning.

You hummed to yourself along the way back, holding onto the grocery bag of your grandma's requested items. Hoping that she was feeling much more rested upon your return. When you arrived at the front door, you noticed that it was a bit ajar, but you assumed your grandma had accidentally left it open after going outside while you were away. You shut the door behind you, turning around and coming face to face with the blue-eyed wolf from yesterday's nightmare.

“What are you doing here?” You hissed, trying to act braver than you currently felt. His familiar grin bringing a sinking feeling to your stomach. “Where’s my grandma?” You quickly dropped the bag of groceries on the floor as you ran in the direction of her room. 

You barely made it more than a few feet when he had you wrapped in his arms. Your back was being held firmly against his chest, his height causing your legs to dangle helplessly above the ground as you frantically began squirming in an attempt to be released.

“Shh,”  he hushed, his warm breath tickling your ear. A chill ran down your spine at the realization of your current predicament. “Now, now, bunny. Dear old grandma is sleeping, and we wouldn’t want to wake her now, would we? After all, sleeping spells ain’t cheap.”

“Sleeping spells?” You froze in place at his confession as your mind went back to the unfamiliar green bottle. “You put that bottle in the basket?”

He chuckled at your cluelessness. “Of course, I did. I would hate for us to be interrupted. I tend to have a bit of a short temper, and I would hate if Gram Gram had to pay the price for it. Wouldn’t you?”

You felt tears begin to well in your eyes at the mention of losing your grandma. “Please,” you whispered desperately, “Please don’t hurt her, I’ll be quiet.”

“Mmm, good bunny.” He praised, gently placing both of your feet on the ground and releasing you from his grip. You spun around and took a few steps back in order to put some distance between the two of you, which he found more amusing than anything. “Is this any way to act around your mate? There’s no reason to be scared.”

“Mate? I don’t know what that is.” You had no idea how he could expect you to act so casually after what he did to you. In your mind, you had every right to be scared.  “Please, I have nothing for you. Can’t you just leave?”

He began stepping towards you. Slowly, but meticulously like a predator stalking its prey. You shadowed his movements. Taking one step back for every step forward.

“You’re wrong, you do have something I need.”

“Whatever it is, you can have it. Just take it!” You begged, your back now hitting a wall, as he took this opportunity to place his hands on either side of you—his tall form towering over your helpless one. This position was bringing back the memories of him on top of you from last night. That tickling feeling starting to creep its way back into the lower half of your body.

“Oh, I intended to.” He chuckled, blue eyes glimmering down at you, “You’re my mate. That means you were made for me. I could smell it on you from the first moment I saw you. I watched you from afar, waiting for the perfect moment to strike. Until I couldn’t wait anymore.”

You felt the tension continue to grow in the room at his revelation. How long had he been watching you exactly?

“I’m sorry, but you’re wrong. I’m not your mate. I can’t be.”

“Oh? And why not?”

“Well, you’re a wolf and I’m a human, we can’t be together.”

“I see, so you didn’t feel anything the other night? The way you clawed at my back and moaned out my name. The way you withered under me, gripping me with all your strength as if you were begging me to cum inside you. Your body knew who I was even before you did. I bet you're even wet right now.”

“N-no. That's not true.” You fidgeted slightly under his string gaze, rubbing your thighs together in an attempt to shield him from the truth of his words.

“You’re a shit liar, bunny. You know that bite mark on your shoulder isn’t just for show. It connects us. I can feel what you’re feeling, or what you’re desperately trying not to feel. You can try to lie to me all you want, but your body is calling for me. The only reason I’m not ripping your clothes off, and taking you on the floor now is because as much as you may want it, your body wouldn’t be able to handle another round. You humans are weak little things.” He cooed, gently stroking your face, causing you to flinch in response. He gripped your chin forcing you to look up at him, “Now, there’s no need for all of that. This is even harder for me you know, but  I’ll make sure to satisfy your needs another day.  However, in order for that to happen you need to come with me. I gave you one final day with your grandma, now it's time to come home.”

Why did you have a feeling that the ‘home’ he was referring to was not the home you knew and grew up in?

“I can’t go with you. I have a life here. I have a family here. My grandma, and my mother, they both need me.” You tried to reason, but it was all in vain. He wasn’t going to let up on this.

“Your grandma who lives miles and miles away from you rather than in the same town to ensure you can see her more often? Your mother, the same woman who keeps you locked away in that prison you call home. I doubt you’ve so much as stepped a single toe outside of that town other than when visiting your grandma. Am I wrong? Is this the family and the life that you're referring to?” 

His vast knowledge of your life was frightening.

“Listen, I’m trying to play the nice wolf right now, but I’m going to explain this plain and simple. You are coming with me. Kick, scream, fight all you want, but you are coming with me. If this life is what’s keeping you from coming willingly, then I’ll rip it away from you. You won’t have a grandma. You won’t have a mother, All you’ll have is me. Is that what you want?”

You were frozen at his threat. Tears falling at the thought of him taking the only family you had. You wouldn’t be able to live with yourself if you were the reason why he killed them, but you weren't sure if you could live with him either. He was a wolf. He was everything you were warned about. Cunning, strong, fast, and violent. Well known for being naturally vicious carnivores you knew this would be no empty threat. If you didn’t go with him, you would have nothing left.

At the very least maybe, just maybe, you could go with him and earn his trust. Play nice for as long as possible until finding the perfect moment to escape. To run home, and warn your family. All three of you could leave, and you’ll never have to see him again. That might just be your only option.

“...Okay.”

“Okay, you’ll…”

“Okay, I-I’ll go with you.” you cried, taking in a shaky breath as tears continued to fall down your face.

“Smart choice, bunny.” 

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I need to be heard out on something. Imagine a Squid Game AU Fanfiction.

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Imagine your favorite character as the frontman watching over the games. His eyes locked onto the screen as red light greenlight plays on. Players start to run in an attempt to escape, taking down other players with them. Mass panic begins to wash over the crowd, as everyone realizes just how real these games are. Their numbers ring out over the intercom one by one solidifying their death. It's all standard business, the same games, just different people every time. Until his eyes land on you.

Your face is intent. You look unphased by the death surrounding you, but the small beads of sweat starting to form on your forehead tell him that you're more afraid than you're letting on.

"Green Light"

That signal sends you off sprinting forward and weaving in and out of the crowd. Despite your fear, you don't hide behind other players, you confidently stand in front, running with all your strength. Then, quickly you swerve, placing your body in front of someone cowering in the dirt, and moving your hand over your mouth.

"Red Light"

The only thing standing between this person and the doll is you. They're shaking on the ground as you whisper something to them. You are calm and steady, even while talking. Whatever it is you say to them seems to work, because once the words 'Green Light' ring out again, they are locked behind you as the two of you continue to run forward together.

You are either the bravest player he's ever seen or the stupidest he thought to himself. Still, using yourself as a human shield in order to protect this person at least deserved some praise.

For as long as he's been watching the games he knows one thing for sure. With that self-sacrificial habit of yours, you would not make it far on your own. The other players will take your kindness, and exploit it as far as you would allow them to.

"Pull up player 225's file."

On command you file is pulled up on the screen.

Y/N.

The file stated that you are in a large amount of debt due to an ex-partner of yours opening a few bank accounts in your name, and racking up quite the gambling debt. And here you were still playing the hero even when your life was on the line. You really were something else.

"Sir, the first round is almost over," one of the workers spoke up.

He didn't respond, glancing back up at the game to get one last look at you just in time to see you cross the finish line. He gave a small smirk. Maybe while he's down there mingling, and pretending to be one of the players, he could introduce himself.

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I really wanna write this, but I'm not sure what character to use as the frontman in this story. If you guys have any ideas, or wanna see anything specific let me know. I can also do headcanons for individual characters as the frontman instead of writing a whole fic about it, if that's what would be preferred.

I'm also not sure which anime to go with. I could do MHA, or Tokyo Revengers, OR I could stick with an actual character from Squid Game and just add Squid Game to my writing list.

Let me know what you want to see!

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❥ Big Brother Touya v [Nightmare]

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♡ Pairings: BigBrother!Touya x Reader [Platonic]

Request: I love soft yandere big bro Touya with my entire being- the way you write him is so so good!!! Can I pretty please have some soft yandere big bro Dabi🙏❤? And if you could make it comfort that would be extra lovely ❤❤ [Anon]

Parts : i | ii | iii | iv

ღ Warning | Please do not repost my work anywhere. If you see anyone reposting or copying my work please let me know. Thank you!

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It was late at night, and the soft hum of the house filled the silence. You tossed and turned in your bed, your eyes squeezed shut, trying to escape the terrifying dream that has its grip on you. No matter how fast you tried to run the shadows kept chasing you, dark and cold, creeping closer and closer. You weren't able to put any space between the two of you. Every time you tried to scream, no sound came out, and you started becoming hyper-aware of the sound of your own heart. The creature finally caught up to you, reaching out a dark long hand, just about to grasp you by your shirt when you were ripped from your nightmare.

You awoke with a violent gasp, your heart continuing to beat fiercely in your chest as if you were still being chased. Even though the nightmare was over, fear still crowded your every thought. You threw your blanket over your head, hoping it would shield you from whatever invisible force still felt so close, but it was useless. The howling wind outside only made the room feel colder, amplifying your unease.

You couldn’t stay in this room any longer. Panic welled up in your chest, and without thinking, you scrambled out of bed, your feet taking you toward the door. You knew you couldn’t go to your mom’s room—not wanting to wake up your dad—but you needed someone. You need Touya. Your feet moved almost instinctively toward his room. Each step that took you further from your room and closer to his, made you feel one step safer than before.

The second you were outside his room, you gently raised your fist, softly tapping it against the door. You waited a bit, but there was no answer. As quietly as you could, you twisted the door knob and let yourself in.

“Touya?” you called out in a hushed tone.

At the sound of your voice, Touya immediately shot out of bed, as if he could hear the fear that laced your words. His feet hit the floor with a soft thud before he rushed toward you, his hands immediately finding your shoulders.

“Y/N? What’s wrong? Are you okay? Are you hurt?”

You shook your head quickly, trying to find your words, but your breath was still ragged. “It’s not that… I had a bad dream,” you finally managed to whisper, a tear slipping down your cheek.

With your new confession, Touya let out a sigh of relief that you weren't in any immediate danger. But hearing your trembling voice and seeing your eyes filled with fear, he could tell that this nightmare had really shaken you.

“Come here,” he murmured gently, pulling you into his arms. With ease, he guided you over to his bed, your small body still trembling in his grasp. “Don’t worry, Y/N. You’re safe here. I’m not going to let anything hurt you.”

He laid you down beside him, wrapping both of you in the warmth of his blanket. You curled up against him, your body still shivering from the remnants of the nightmare. He could feel the tremors in your small frame, and it broke his heart. He hates when there are things he can’t protect you from. There was no monster he could fight, no villain he could defeat to make this go away.

Hell, he’d burn everything to ash and dust if it meant keeping you safe, but keeping you safe from your dreams was a lot harder to accomplish. All he could do was try to comfort you, but it made him feel so useless.

“Y/N…” Touya’s voice softened as he gently pulled back to look at your face, his fingers brushing the stray tears from your cheek. “Do you want to talk about the dream?”

You shook your head, your small hands clutching his shirt. “No… It was just so scary. I don’t want to think about it anymore.”

Touya nodded in understanding. He didn’t need to know the details to know you needed him. With his hand still gently stroking your back, his voice became a soothing murmur in the quiet of the room.

“You’re safe now, okay? The nightmare is over, and you’re with me,” he said, his voice low and comforting. “No more bad dreams. I’ve got you.”

The weight of your fear began to lift with his gentle voice. “Can I stay here for the night?” you sniffled, voice small but full of trust.

Touya gave you a reassuring smile, “You can stay here forever, Y/N.”

“Forever?” You giggled softly, the idea so silly, yet comforting at the same time. You weren’t entirely awake, but the thought of always being able to stay with him brought a smile to your face.

“Why so surprised?” He questioned with a raised eyebrow, “Don't you wanna stay with your big brother forever?”

You couldn’t help but laugh again. “I can’t do that silly! I’m gonna start kindergarten soon. And then middle school. And Dad…” you let out a small yawn before continuing, “he says I’m going to be a hero when my quirk develops.”

Touya’s chest tightened at the thought of you following the same path he had—hero training, the pressure, the dangerous world outside. He would never let you go through it. No matter what. Even if it meant taking you far away from everything—far away from the nightmares that could hurt you in real life. You’ll be safe. He’ll make sure of it.

“Shh,” he hushed, his voice soft and determined, “You shouldn’t worry about that. Plus, you don’t need a quirk when your big brother is here. I’ll always protect you Y/N.”

The last bit came out more as a whisper when he realized you weren’t even awake to hear it. Your eyes gently shut and your breathing now steady. He leaned down, placing a gentle kiss on your forehead his hand resting lightly on your back, watching over you as you drifted into a peaceful sleep.

“Always…” Touya whispered, one last time. His words barely audible, before joining you in sleep.

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❥ A Pirates Treasure

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♡ Pairings: Dabi x Reader

Summary: Captain Dabi’s crew accidentally caught a creature they never thought existed outside of drunk rumors pirates would spread amongst each other, yet here you are, a mermaid. So cute and frightened. Such a rare find, he can’t let you slip away.

ღ Warnings | AU, Mermaid AU, Pirate AU, etc.

Parts : ii

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You hated fishing season, but this year was especially grim. Even though the fish supply was always low, the pirates were constantly floating atop the waters in abundance. It was well-known to both land, and sea creatures that fish always stuck to the southern waters of the ocean during this time of year, with winter fast approaching. It was also where most ships were spotted during the fishing season. You really wanted to be safe and not go over there, but you were starting to get desperate. It had been three days since you had last eaten. All the fish were nowhere to be found, and a few of your people had even become hopeless enough to leave and search in deeper waters. None returning. 

One of your closest friends was one of the missing victims. He said he would be right back, determined to return with food for both of you, but that was almost three weeks ago. You didn’t like the thought of him no longer being a part of your life, but you couldn’t help the gnawing feeling in the back of your head that he was gone forever. As vast as the ocean is when it comes to predators, by far the scariest predator of them all was man.

You heard the stories growing up. There used to be a time when humans and mermaids would work together. Mermaids dove deep enough where the pirates couldn’t reach, and pirates, in return, taught them the law of the land and welcomed them with open arms. Whenever your bodies became dry enough, your tails would split into legs and the mermaids would use them to visit the people of the sand, who often waited with gifts in hand. But that was in the past. Before the humans became greedy for the abilities of the mermaids. That was about the same time a rumor started, stating that the sea creatures got their abilities from the scales on their bodies. 

If they had their abilities, then the humans would have no need for the mermaids, so they decided to steal their scales. When the mermaids came onto land, they were led to the village, where they were doused with water to force them to transform and take away their ability to run away. Their scales were shucked from their body, as they screamed in agony. It was centuries ago, and now the existence of mermaids is nothing more than a rumor amongst humans, but the fear still haunts your kind, keeping them locked away in the water. You weren’t even sure it was possible to transform anymore, and no one you knew even dared to risk going on land and being caught just to find out.

The story of your ancestors was playing on a loop in your head as you swam south, ignoring every fiber of your body begging you to stay put. You couldn’t just wait there to die. You had already lost a friend to this season and you refused to become the next victim. You wouldn’t be able to survive much longer without getting something in your stomach. You had no choice but to push forward. You knew you were in the southern waters when you started feeling the temperature rise, but there was still no sign of any fish, so you kept going.

Not, but a few moments later you started feeling a change in the water, frantic waves grabbing your attention. The second you turned your head, you were surrounded by a school of fish, the force of their movements spinning you around, and disorienting you. You didn’t start to officially panic until you felt yourself being dragged up from the water, lost within the pile of fish, you felt the water pour off your body as you were dragged into the air and then tossed roughly against a hard surface. Fish flopping desperately around you. You started hearing shouting and rough voices yelling as thumping sounds began to grow closer.

“Aye, hurry up over here, this is a heavy load today.”

“Doubt there’s anything worth keeping—these waters are dead.”

“Don’t say that we… oi, what’s that?”

You felt yourself being released as the rope became limp around you, freeing you from its confinements as the humans huddled around you to get a better look. You pushed yourself as far away from them as you could manage before your back hit a wall. Instantly wrapping your arms around your body in an attempt to bring comfort to yourself, but also as a way to get warmer. The harsh winds collided with your skin leaving you shivering. This was it. They were going to kill you and shuck you for your scales.

“It’s a person?”

“Ya must be one hell of a dumbass. That look like a person to ya?”

“I ain’t never seen a person with a fishtail before,” One of the men spoke up, reaching down to stroke your tail. The feeling of his skin against your scales caught you off guard. You gasped, pulling your tail to your chest to keep it away from him. You started feeling so overwhelmed doing your best to hold back tears and not show weakness.

“Should we tell captain?”

“Tell me what?” A deep voice questioned, silencing everyone’s chatter, as they made way to give him a view of what everyone was staring at. His eyes widened, as you gazed up at him helplessly. He had a red bandana tied around his head, black hair forming around it. His skin was scarred and his eyes were bluer than the sea you desperately wished to be returned to.

“Uh, Captain?” A man asked, causing you to tear your eyes away from him, locking them on the floor instead. “What do ya reckon we do?”

“Get back to work...NOW!” He shouted a bit harsher when no one moved, you flinched as the men began scrambling to look busy. When the crowd faded, he slowly made his way over, kneeling in front of you. “Can you talk?”

You said nothing.

“Alright, then.” He lifted you swiftly into his arms, a frightened gasp leaving your lips as he carried you into a room away from everyone else. You were sure you couldn’t be light for a normal human to carry. So this ‘captain’ man must be strong for his kind.

There was a strange flickering light in the middle of the room that captain set you down right in front of, the heat immediately enveloping your body. He stepped away for a moment, rummaging for something behind you. You took his absence as an opportunity to scoot closer to the light in an attempt to get even warmer. It felt so nice on your icey skin, you reached out trying to grab just a bit more before-

“Hey!” Captain shouted out, but it was too late, you cried out as you yanked your hand away, a burning sensation already spreading. It was a pain you could only compare to a jellyfish sting, something you’ve only experienced a few times, but this was especially painful. “Shit!” The sound of digging continued before he came to sit in front of you, large cloth and silver container in hand.

He leaned forward with the cloth, making you jump back, but he only wrapped it around your shivering form, the material covering your skin and shielding you from the cold. While you were distracted with the soft cloth, he grabbed your injured hand, rubbing a strange oil from out of the container on it. His rough touch over your tender injury hurt, and you tried to pull away, but his grip was strong.

“Stop fussing, this’ll help.” Captain mumbled, “Didn’t think about the fact that you probably don’t have fires underwater.” You cocked your head at the word. The land jellyfish was called fire? You were sure you’d heard that word when your elders were passing down stories of the humans. It was different experiencing it in person though. A bit scarier. “Don’t touch it again. I’m not gonna patch you up every time you get hurt, we’re running low on supplies as is.”

You slowly began opening and closing your hand. The stinging was there, but it was less noticeable than before. “Thank you…” You whispered, but he seemed to have heard you, freezing for a second before regaining his composure.

“So you can talk, huh? Then what are you?” If he didn’t know that you were a mermaid, was there still a chance you could get away? But if so, what should you say? 

While you were debating, he had walked away and returned with a book in hand, he flipped to a certain page and shoved it into your face, interrupting your train of thought. You stared at it with confusion. It had a bunch of random scribbles all over it, but off to the side, you noticed a drawing of something that looked almost like you. “You’re a mer… creature, right? Guardian of the sea?”

Guardian of the sea? Now, this was the first time you’ve ever heard of this, but if he already knows what you are. Does that mean…

“Are you going to rip off my scales and eat me?” You questioned, eyes watering at the thought of never seeing your family again. They were probably so worried about you as is. But when you looked up at him, you noticed his face was covered in not only confusion but...disgust? 

“What the fuck are yo-”

Knock. Knock. Knock.

“What!?” He hollered. You jumped, not noticing the look he gave you out of the corner of his eye.

“Dinner, cap’n.”

“Enter.” One of the men from earlier came into the room handing a tray of food to him. Eyes lingering on your covered form before captain commanded an ‘out’ causing the man to scurry away. “Hungry?”

You were. In fact, it was the entire reason you were in this situation, but was accepting food from a human something you wanted to do? Letting him patch up your hand was one thing, but this would definitely be pushing your luck. Even if the food did smell incredible, and you were sure your stomach was about to growl any second, you shook your head ‘no’.

“What is it you guys eat down there?”

“...fish.”

“That all?”

“Sometimes sea plants, but we can’t eat too much, or else it’ll take away from the other sea creatures and it’s not very tasty.”

“You’ll like this then, it’s fish stew, the fish is cooked and it’s got some beans in it. You ever had ‘em before?”

“We eat fish raw… I’ve never had stew or beans.”

“Try it.” He stated, extending the bowl out to you, but you turned your head away. Causing him to sigh. His calloused fingers squeezing your face harshly and forcing you to look at him. “I fucking told you supplies were low. So you should be grateful I’m givin ya this. We’ve barely been able to catch a cod, maybe 20 or fewer fish this past week have ended up in our net, so I know you probably haven’t gotten much either, and I think you’d be much handier to me alive, than dead. So eat! Or I shove it down your throat myself.”

He shoved the bowl in your hands, the liquid inside sloshing around, almost spilling out completely. You looked at him, then back down at the bowl, gulping down your nerves and bringing the bowl to your lips. Captain’s hand quickly came up, pushing the bowl back down, and pulling out a wooden stick from inside the bowl. It had collected a bit of soup on the end of it. He handed the stick over, commanding a ‘blow’. You looked at him strangely, thinking it must’ve been a strange custom they had. You brought in a deep breath of air, ready to blow it before he covered your mouth. “Gently!”

He brought the wooden stick to his lips, gently blowing on it a few times before bringing it to your mouth. You took a bite, nibbling on the stick a little before it fell into your mouth. It was like nothing you had ever tasted—better than any fish or sea plants combined. You swallowed it, the warmth enveloping your stomach in such a comforting feeling. You opened your mouth, ready for more, and captain only smirked, giving you another bite.

“You like it then?” You only nodded, giving your tail a quick itch, as he continued to feed you, “Good, Twice’ll be happy to hear someone likes his cooking.” He gave you a few more bites before, grabbing something else off the tray, tearing it in half, and handing a piece to you. “This is bread, you’ll like this.” It was a bit hard on the outside but so warm and soft on the inside. It was delicious. As you continued to chomp on your piece of bread, captain began eating the other half, and whatever was leftover of your stew. By the end, you felt perfectly stuffed.

“I’m gonna bring these dishes to the kitchen. Keep that blanket on, I don’t know if you can catch a cold, but I’d rather not risk it and find out. Can’t get you any medical help out here. And don’t touch the fire either!” He called out before the door shut behind him.

You gave your tail another itch. A tingling sensation began to grow, becoming almost unbearable. Why was it so itchy all of a sudden? Have you been on land too long? You trailed your nails up and down your patchy scales.

Wait...patchy?

You removed the blanket completely, giving yourself a clear view of your body, automatically noticing the change. Your scales were fading, and your tail was separating. You were growing… legs? Just like you had heard stories about. You must’ve been dry enough for them to finally start taking form. And it wasn’t a long wait at all, your tail fading into something entirely new before your very eyes.

As your lower body continued its transition, Your eyes glazed over the rest of yourself, looking for anything else new when you landed on a marking on your upper arm. There were flowing lines of light blue circling around your upper arm like a band, almost as if it was mimicking the elegance, and flow of the ocean. It was as if, even with your new legs, the sea was still claiming you as one of its own.

Changing focus you began looking back down at your new legs, hands grazing the newly formed skin. It was so soft. You didn’t know human skin could be so soft. And it looked like legs weren’t the only new human parts you gained. Your whole lower half was entirely different, but you didn’t have much time to admire it before captain was barging back in.

“Here, why don’t you…” His words died just as fast as they came out as he stared, mouth agape, obviously taken aback by your new form. “Now, isn't this interesting?” 

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❥ A Pirates Treasure ii

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♡ Pairings: Dabi x Reader

Summary: Captain Dabi’s crew accidentally caught a creature they never thought existed outside of drunk rumors pirates would spread amongst each other, yet here you are, a mermaid. So cute and frightened. Such a rare find, he can’t let you slip away.

Parts : i

ღ Warnings | AU, Nudity, Scars, Sexual Tension, Almost Kiss, Drunken Shenanigans, Implied Growing Obsession, etc.

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Captain stood there in shock at the sight before him. When he left he was absolutely positive you had a tail, yet here you were, sitting right where he left you, only now you had legs. He had always heard the stories. The topic would come up at least once no matter the country, no matter the port or the pub. Women, who were half fish, with the ability to look like humans. With enough beauty to strike a man down with a single glance. He always just assumed they were nothing more than stories—the drunk ramblings of desperate and lonely sailors.

However, years at sea had only fed his intrigue. On sleepless nights, he would stare out over the waves, hoping to catch a fleeting glimpse of the creatures described in books from ships he had raided, and murmured legends. Still, he never truly believed. Not until now.

Yet, here you sat. You were no myth. You were real. You were absolutely stunning. The pictures and stories truly did not do your beauty justice. He just couldn’t believe that after all these years of hearing about your kind, he finally had one of his own in his grasp.

“Did you know you could do this?” He questioned staring at your new legs among… other parts, to which you shook your head.

“They told us stories, but I didn’t think it was possible anymore.”

“Well, I think this calls for a celebration, don’t you?” he grinned, pulling out a dark bottle from behind his back, “I take it you’ve probably never had rum before?”

“Rum?”

“Yeah, but put this on first. I won’t be able to focus for shit” He mumbled, removing his overcoat and then taking off his shirt, leaving him half bare revealing a lean frame etched with scars. You didn’t think much of it. It was perfectly common in your kind to not cover your top halves, but you’ve never seen anyone with so many markings before. They covered his skin in an intricate pattern. Your eyes were locked on them before he spoke up. “Arms up.”

You obeyed, lifting your arms as he slipped his shirt over your body. Fingers accidentally grazing your sides on the way down, causing you to jolt, and him to mutter a barely audible apology. It was long on you, easily falling down to your mid-thigh.

When the shirt was on, he stepped back, taking in your form before walking over to his desk by the window and pulling two glasses out of a drawer. “This is a delicacy so don’t spill any.”

You were confused, as he handed you a glass filled with barely enough liquid to cover the bottom of the cup. “Drink it. Quick and easy—it burns less that way.” 

With a wary glance, you tipped the glass back, the fiery liquid searing your throat. You erupted into a coughing fit as captain chuckled, pouring another splash into your glass, despite how frantically you shook your head. “It gets easier. Trust me.”  He insisted.

“My… my body feels warm.”

“That means it’s working. Take some more.”

“What is this?”

“It’s like medicine. Help’s clear your head a bit. Now, will you stop asking questions and just drink it?”

Reluctantly, you drank again, and again, the warmth spreading through your limbs, as captain kept refilling your glass. Taking swigs of his own, to match your pace, but he didn’t seem as nearly affected by the drink as you were. It wasn’t long before the room began to tilt slightly, your head was spinning just a bit, and you couldn’t help but feel less nervous around the once very intimidating man.

“Captain, are you the leader of your kind?” You questioned as you continued to drink together emboldened by the haze in your mind.

“You can say that. They do fear me, and not just the men on my ship,” he pondered, “And it’s Dabi. Captain, is just what my men call me. What do they call you?”

“Y/N. My name is Y/N.”

“Well, Y/N... to new friends.” He stated, clinking his glass against yours, and taking a swig. 

‘New friends.’ With those two simple words, your barely competent mind was able to remind you of why you were in this mess in the first place. Humans probably killed your friend Izuku, and here you were in close proximity to one, acting as if everything was normal.

“Now, c’mon princess, why do you have such a glum look on your face? We're supposed to be celebrating.”

You took a small sip out of your glass, before speaking., You didn’t want to pour out all your feelings to the man you just met, but you also weren’t able to hold yourself back due to the rum loosening your tongue. “My friend, he went missing a while ago, and I guess I’m just worried. He said… he said he would be right back, but he wasn't. What if bad humans got him? Wha-What if…?” You couldn’t even finish your sentence as tears began streaming down your face, the thought of your closest friend being murdered making you unable to continue.

Dabi was quiet, seeming to pick up what you meant regardless of the unfinished sentence. So you were worried about your little friend? That made sense. It wasn’t hard for him to notice that you associated his kind with death. The questions you asked him when you first met made that fact obvious. Not to mention the caution laced across your frame with every movement he made. He thought that the liquor would help ease some of that tension, but apparently, it’ll take more than that to help calm you.

“Why are you assuming he’s gone? One of your kind is much more valuable alive than dead. I’d say he’d probably be auctioned off to the highest bidder for someone to cash in on.” He seemed to think long and hard about this fact before continuing, “You know there’s a town with an auction held once a month not too far from here. If he was captured he was probably taken there. How about we dock for a bit, and take a look around?”

He saw your expression brighten ever so slightly “Really? Y-you mean it?”

“Sure, but you’ll have to do me a favor in return.” You felt your unease grow as you awaited his proposal “My men are suffering, we’re all running on fumes, and in order to make the journey to this town, and to afford lodging and food when we get there, we’ll need supplies.”

“B-but I don’t have anything to give you.” 

“On the contrary princess, you’ll play the most important role of all in this plan. You’re going to be our scout.”

“Scout?” You questioned curiously.

“Yep, you’re going to go swim out ahead, and find more humans like us. You don’t have to interact with them. You just gotta come back and tell us where they are. Then, we’ll handle the rest. Do you think you can do that?”

You pondered over his proposal. Even if you wanted to go to this place all on your own, you doubt you would make it far without giving yourself away. It was too dangerous, so going with another human was definitely the safest option. All you had to do was help him find other humans and he would help you find Izuku. It seemed like an easy enough trade. However, you still had a bit of unease about one detail in particular.

“Will you sell me?”

The question seemed to catch the man completely off guard looking at you with pure confusion. “Sell you?”

“You said we’re going to this place, and that my kind is worth a lot of money. How do I know you won’t turn around and sell me?”

A small smirk made its way across his face at your newfound confidence. Maybe the liquor was helping afterall, because he couldn’t imagine the timid little mermaid from earlier being so straightforward. “I suppose you don’t. But can’t I say the same thing? How do I know that the second I release you into the ocean you won’t take off? How do I know you even have a missing friend?” He didn’t even give you a chance to answer before continuing, “I don’t. I’m going to have to trust you. The same way you are going to have to trust me.”

Truth be told Dabi knew your friend wasn’t made up. Being a pirate isn’t easy work, and he’s developed a few crucial skills while climbing his way to the top. One of those skills was being able to detect when people were lying. Small tells that would normally go unnoticed, and he could say with certainty that you exhibited none of them when telling your story. However, he had a point to prove.

Not to mention he would be a fool if he ever sold off something as valuable as you to some lowlifes in that crappy town. And you’re not just valuable gold-wise. You possessed capabilities that would be incredibly beneficial to him. Plus, you were easy on the eyes. It did get awfully lonely being out at sea for long periods of time. The two of you could end up having a lot of fun together.

“...okay, I’ll trust you,” you whispered hesitantly.

Dabi grinned extending his hand towards you. “Now we just made a deal, so we gotta shake on it, so put your hand in mine.”

Slowly, you obeyed, grabbing ahold of his hand as he shook them up and down. It was a silly gesture causing you to laugh a bit.

“How are you liking the new legs?”

“They’re a bit weird,” you answered, wiggling your toes a little. 

Dabi brought his hand over, trailing his fingers on your skin, causing you to flinch at the sudden touch. But he didn’t waver, continuing to trail even higher, stopping mid-thigh, just before the hem of his shirt. The motion caused a strange tickling sensation causing you to rub your legs together. “Need a lesson on how everything works?”

“No, it’s okay.” You appreciated that he wanted to help, but you weren’t sure how well you’d be able to walk in your current state considering how much the room continued to sway.

He took a long sip from his glass, the slightest grin gracing his face before it quickly vanished. "My loss,” he shrugged. He closed his eyes, leaning back slightly and stretching his neck in a circular motion. The movement had emphasized the muscles in his upper arms and chest causing your eyes to lock back in on his scars. You didn’t realize he had caught you staring until he spoke up.

“Ya wanna touch ‘em?”

Embarrassed at having been caught, you quickly looked down at your glass and shook your head. “N-no it’s okay.”

“C’mon, I won’t bite ya.”

He moved closer to you, his hand intertwining with the hand you held the glass in before pulling it away, and setting it down next to you. He placed a hand on your outer thigh, and another on your lower back before pulling you into him causing you to end up face to face right in his lap. Even with the fabric in the way, you could still feel his touch on your skin.

“Do they hurt?”

“Not so much anymore. Most of ‘em are old,” he explained, reaching for your arm when you didn’t make any indications of moving, trailing his hand down your arm before grabbing your hand, and placing your palm on his chest. “Don’t you guys get scars?”

Your fingers began tracing over the markings on his chest. Your movements were light and gentle even though he told you they didn’t hurt. “We do. I just… I’ve never seen so many on one person before. How did you get them?”

“Ahhh, that’s a story for another day.” The movement of your arm caused the shirt you were wearing to jumble a bit at the sleeve, revealing the new marking you had gotten earlier which he took notice of. The more time he spent with you, the more interesting you became to him. 

You were a bit disappointed he wouldn’t tell you where the scars came from, but you also couldn’t seem to stay focused on it too long, your mind already moving on to the next question. “Do all humans scar this much?”

His hand went up cupping your face and forcing you to look into his eyes before he spoke. “I’m not like other humans.”

He was close now, and he was only getting closer. His nose was brushing against yours. Your lips were now centimeters apart. You could feel his opposite hand on your lower back pulling you in further.

“D-dabi?”

“Mmm?”

“The room… it’s spinning really fast now.”

“What?” He questioned backing up a bit to look at you. The small dizzy feeling you had felt earlier was now unbearable. Your head had suddenly become too heavy for you to hold up on your own as you fell right into his chest. Your body slumped a bit as his hands now focused on holding you steady.

“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me.” He let out a frustrated sigh as he felt your breathing begin to steady on his chest. Dabi hoisted you into his arms, in one motion. He just wanted to help you loosen up a bit, but it seems like he went a little overboard with the liquor. He set you into his bed and began pulling his blanket over you.

“I don’t want you to get it confused princess, I have every intention of sleeping with you.” He explained, knowing that what he said really didn’t matter considering you were unconscious. “I will sleep with you, but now doesn’t seem like the right time for that.”

Truly he wasn’t the type of guy who concerned himself with the ‘right time’ when it came to sleeping with women. He was a pirate, a damn famous one at that. There are women who would throw themselves at him any chance they got. But you’re not them.

There isn't a doubt in his mind that if he messes things up you’re just gonna attempt to run right back into the ocean you came from, and he can’t have that. He can’t risk you going somewhere he can’t follow when he has so much planned for the two of you. So he’ll continue to try to build your trust, and get you to rely on him. He’ll continue to play nice… for now.

[cybersvoid]

❥ Big Brother Touya vi [Trick or Treat]

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♡ Pairings: BigBrother!Touya x Reader [Platonic]

Summary: Big Brother Touya wants to take you trick or treating by himself, but unlucky for him, his least favorite sibling is tagging along.

Parts : i | ii | iii | iv | v

ღ Warning | Please do not repost my work anywhere. If you see anyone reposting or copying my work please let me know. Thank you!

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“Y/N. Come on out.” Touya called, looking around your room. He had been searching the whole house for you, ready to hit the road. He convinced their father to let him quit training early to take you trick or treating. Mom offered to take you, but Touya didn’t want to miss seeing you in your Halloween costume. Plus he could train twice as hard tomorrow, so it wasn’t a complete loss. “All the Halloween candy is going to be gone if we don’t leave soon. Come on out.” He was about to walk out when he heard your tiny giggle. So you were in here. “Hmm, where, oh where, could you be?”

“Boo!” You shouted, jumping out of the closet. How cute, you were dressed as a little rabbit. The body of the costume was composed of white fluff to ensure you’d be warm throughout the night. With long ears and a puffy tail, to finish the look off, you even had drawn-on whiskers and a pink nose. Your costume perfectly capturing your small innocent nature. Touya couldn’t help but grin.

“Ahh!” He screamed, throwing his hands up in surrender as he faked surprise, “Wow, you scared me.”

“Did I really?” You asked, eyes wide with excitement.

“Yep. Now come on.” He held out his hand and you eagerly grabbed it, your tiny feet frantically pattering against the floor, trying to keep up with his bigger steps, your jack-o-lantern tight in hand as your excitement grew. “Bye everyone we’re leaving,” Touya shouted, not expecting a response.

“Nooo,” you whined tugging him back in the house.

“What’s the problem little, bunny? Forget something?”

“No, big brother Sho, is coming.”

“No, it’s just me, so let-”

“No! Mama said.” This was the first time he had heard of this. It was only supposed to be you and him. Why the fuck was Shoto coming? He already has the attention of father and the whole family, did he really have to steal you away too? His audacity was starting to piss Touya off.

“Sorry, I’m here.” Shoto’s steady voice cut in. He was dressed as a vampire, hair slicked back, a cape, paired with some fake fangs, and a jack-o-lantern mirroring your own. Touya felt your hand slip from his own once you saw Shoto. Running over to him with a big grin plastered on your face.

“Wow! Cool costume, Sho. Are you ready to go?”

“Yes, I’m ready.” He stated in response.

To say Touya was not happy would be an understatement. He was pissed. This was supposed to be his time with you, a rare break from the constant grind of training. Now he was stuck sharing it with Shoto. Every time you called out his name. Every time you talked to him. Every time you tugged him over to a new house eager to get more candy his anger continued to simmer.

The night dragged on like this, with the roads getting darker and darker until the only thing lighting the path were street lights and lit-up jack-o-lanterns. Your tiny feet began to falter, and Touya could see your energy waning. “Y/N,” Touya began, “It’s way past your bedtime, and you can barely walk anymore. It’s time to go home.”

“Nooo, I’m almost done. I just want to go to a few more houses,” you yawned, barely even able to grip his hand anymore. Your jack-o-lantern had already fallen out of your palm repeatedly, to the point where Touya volunteered to hold it on your behalf. Anyone could tell you were well past exhausted, it just seemed you yourself hadn't gotten the memo yet.

“You can’t even stand up straight,” he said, rolling his eyes as he scooped you into his arms. “Come on, little bunny. You’re done for the night.” You didn’t even have the energy to protest.  Your head gently resting against his shoulder. The only sounds coming from you were small mumbles that couldn’t even be comprehended as words, followed by soft breaths as you let yourself fall asleep in his arms.

The two brothers started back home, the only sound being their unsynced footsteps against the sidewalk before Touya broke the silence.

“Why did you come?” It was a question that could’ve been labeled as general curiosity, but the disdain in his voice made it clear that he saw his brother's presence as an unwanted nuisance.

“Y/N wanted me to.” He stated calmly

“Bullshit. Y/N’s wanted you to come trick or treating with the two of us every year since Mom stopped coming. Every year I tell you to kick rocks, and every year you do, but not this year. So I’ll ask again… Why did you come?”

Shoto was quiet for a moment. As if debating on whether he should tell the truth or not before speaking up. “Mom wanted me to. She thinks you're too overprotective of Y/N, and she's worried that we don’t spend enough time together. She thought this would be a good bonding experience.”

Touya almost wanted to laugh over the stupidity of this plan. The overprotective comment didn’t come as a surprise in any way. In fact, he was well aware of his mother's opinion on the way he cares for you. She had brought it up to him on multiple occasions, but truth be told he really didn’t care. The woman was incapable of protecting her children and he was proof of that, so in what world would he leave Y/N in her hands? As for Shoto, did his mother truly think that one night together would cure his lifelong disdain for his younger brother? There aren’t enough Halloweens in a lifetime for that to happen.

“Our time spent together will be spent training under our father and nothing more. Next year, you're not coming, I don't care what mom says. Training has been taking over my entire schedule, and I refuse to spend what little time I have with Y/N shared with you.”

Shoto sighed, “It’s not like it's a competition, Touya. I’m her brother too. It’s okay if she loves us both.”

Touya’s jaw clenched at Shoto's words. 

“You’re wrong. It is a competition, and it’s one I’m sure as hell not going to lose to you. I’ll make sure of that”

[cybersvoid]

❥ Big Brother Dabi

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♡ Pairings: BigBrother!Dabi x Reader [Platonic]

Summary: Touya is different than Dabi, so in this series, I'll be specifically exploring big brother Dabi related stories in order to better keep them seperated. To get this series jumpstarted I basically made an imagine out of the ask I got a while back.

Referencing: This ask

ღ Warning | Kidnapping, Cursing, Etc.

Do not repost my work anywhere. If you see anyone reposting or copying my work please let me know. Thank you!

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You awaken confused and scared in an unfamiliar environment. Everything was a bit foggy, as you tried to focus on the events of the day prior. You remember you were walking yourself home from daycare. Your mother used to pick you up before she got sick, and then your siblings started stepping up to walk you home in her place. However, with everyone's busy schedule, now and again one of them would forget, and you would be forced to walk yourself home. Those days are now becoming much more frequent.

Four-year-olds aren't normally allowed to be released without a parent or guardian accompanying them, but with your father being the number two pro hero, the staff was very understanding and accommodating of your family's busy schedule, turning a blind eye whenever needed. 

On the walk home, you noticed a strange portal down an alleyway. You had every intention of ignoring it, you were used to seeing strange things in this town by now, when you heard your name being called. It was faint, but it was unmistakably your name.

“Hello?” You called out, making your way toward the purple mass, “Is someone there?”

There was no response, so in your child-like innocence, you got a bit closer. It was a mistake. Once you were a few feet within the portal, you were pulled in.

That’s when everything came back to you. The scary man. How he took you and locked you in this room. You tried using your quirk, but you still didn’t even know how to. It only developed a week ago and you had no control over it. You were so scared that you cried all night until you exhausted yourself to sleep.

You felt tears start to well in your eyes again at how hopeless you felt. You just wanted your family. You just wanted to go home. Why can’t you just go home? What did he want with you?

You heard the door unlock, your kidnapper making his way inside with a bowl in hand, ensuring he closed the door behind him. You were able to get a better look at him now. He was covered in scars, adding to his already scary persona. His eyes were a bright blue that seemed vaguely familiar, but you weren't sure where from. As he approached you, you started scooting further back on the bed, about to make a run for it before he cut you off.

“Don’t even think about it, brat. You are vastly overpowered in this situation and the faster you quit all that crying and realize that, the easier it’ll be for both of us.” He extended his arm out to hand you the bowl, causing you to flinch at the sudden movement. “Will you calm down? It’s cereal. Either eat it, or don't. See if I fucking care.”

He slammed the bowl down on the bedside table before turning around to walk out again.

“Wait!” You called out behind him, “Please, I’m scared. I wanna go home.”

“Why?” He questioned not turning to face you.

“Huh?”

“Why do you wanna go home?”

“I-I miss my family.”

“Your family?” He hissed, whipping around, anger clear on his face, “The same family who forgets to pick you up from daycare? The same family who leaves you home alone for hours at a time? The same family who doesn’t even realize that you're gone? That family?”

You burst out in tears at his words. Crying out as you frantically wiped at your face. “That’s not true, you’re lying! You’re a liar!”

“I’m not, and I thought I told you to stop fucking crying! You’re going to exhaust yourself all over again.” He shouted, only causing you to cry harder. He let out a long groan, running his fingers through his hair, clearly frustrated. He didn’t think taking you would be easy, but he sure as hell didn’t think it would be this hard. Sure, you were young when he disappeared, but there’s no way you forgot him completely. 

He slowly walked over to the bed sitting on the edge facing away from you before speaking up.

“Hey, please stop crying.” He sighed, desperate more than frustrated at this point. Never did he think the day would come when he used the word please, but at this point he would try anything. However, it seemed to work since your bawling began to transition into light sniffling at this point. “Listen, I’m doing this for your own good. I’ll explain everything when you’re calm and ready, but you're not going back there, so it’s in your best interest to get comfortable. Now eat your fucking cereal.”

That was the last thing he said before walking out of the room. Leaving you alone with your own thoughts. You glanced over at the now soggy cereal.

It was Lucky Charms… your favorite.