#escaped reader

[cluelessatthispoint]

Dragon's Horde part 14

(inspired by bluegiragi and docdudo)

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The tall trees seemed to go on for miles and miles. The bitter cold of the wind left stinging prickles along your tender flesh. Vast expanses of trees loomed overhead miles in every direction. North, trees. South, trees, East, trees. West, trees. stabs of electricity run up and down your shins with each step you take. Looking back, there is no sign of the cave in sight, not even the mountains which the hybrid's cave is. Theres nothing. oddly enough, it feels right. It's hard to tell how much time has passed; the sun went down ages ago. The woods bathed in darkness under the cover of night and the light of the moon.

'Should've paid more attention to the travelers back in town.' Spitting at the very notion of them. They never helped you, not even once. But the stories they would tell in exchange for coin has proven helpful more than once. Which mushrooms to avoid for one, how to make a simple snare, too bad one of the traveling men shooed you away when he was telling how to pinpoint direction by light of the moon. with the past in the past, there was no use in ruminating over what could have been. especially now more so than ever with the way the wind picked up in baleful gusts. It was as if even the very forces of nature were against you and your plight. Moisture gathers, sticking to your eyelashes. Making the act of opening your wind swollen lids ache with a strange sort of burn. Wiping your running nose on your forearm, the feeling of mucus drying on your cold and clammy skin sends a curl of disgust to your face. A small grimace that only grows bigger over the span of seconds as the wind dies. The sudden change leaves you near breathless as shivers wrack your being.

"Well now, aint you a small'un."

Jolting at the sudden voice. your eyes widen as large as dinnerplates. Looking to your right, then to your left. Swirling around until you can find the source of the voice.

"H-hello?" it's almost pathetic how small you sound. How you barely sound intelligible.

"Cold? Well, can't have that now can we." Automatically it's as if the shadows of the forest curl in around at your ankles. Before you can jump away out of instinct, a heavy arm drapes itself around your shoulders at the same moment a solid body presses itself at your side.

"Dragon, Harpy, Werewolf and even a wraith. My, my, you are a strange creature indeed."

Turning, the arm around your shoulders doesn't move to stop you. Even in your state, you could feel how if he wanted to, he could do so much worse than hold you still. Looking up, it's strange how the moonlight makes this stranger's form pop into being. Scowling, you bring you gaze to a face so pale that it rivals the moon in all its glowing splendor. Pale blue eyes flash red for only a moment; you could swear that it was as red as blood.

"w-what? who-"

"ah ah, not important. however, what is important. Is why a small little thing like you, is out alone at night. It's quite late, and dark. Are you scared of the dark?"

"No!" the feeling of indignation wells in your chest. You're certainly not a small child anymore. Not a baby. Even being treated similarly to one for these past months couldn't dampen the rage at being asked something so demeaning. recoiling, you stamp your foot on the ground to solidify some sort of boundary.

"Who are you." The man doesn't flinch at your tone, nor at the fire in your eyes when you settle him with a steely stare. 'He's blonde' you notice. The more you look at him the more it seems like the shadows that were clinging to you earlier dissipate.

"Just a friend, a friend who is worried about a child wandering around my woods at night."

"Your woods?" You blurt out. Embarrassment follows swiftly as the man cocks his head at you. Amusement or something of the like graces his lips.

"That's right, my woods. And you're trespassing."

Crossing your arms over your chest for warmth, the wind makes it moment to pick up again. Being labeled as a trespasser stings, but the woods have no one owner.

"No I'm not, these woods-"

"-Are no place for a child, and a barefooted one at that. Cold?"

The scowl on your face only grows deeper as you start to shiver again. The evidence of your disposition is clear on your face and the cold clear remnants of snot on your arms as well as your body language. Nodding silently, the stranger's face doesn't even change when you admit to what he can see as clear as day. Without wasting a beat, the man smiles. Not condescendingly, but softly. A smile that looks unnatural on his fine features. He almost looks handsome you think, almost.

"I'm-m cold...yeah." Whispering, it's a miracle he can hear your voice through the call of the wind.

"How about this, I take you to my campsite and get you warmed up. Food's almost ready." You find yourself nodding along in agreement. 'But if there was a campsite nearby, wouldn't you have seen the glow of a fire nearby, or the smell of smoke?' Your brain fizzles out a last-ditch rational thought as you slip your hand into his larger, outstretched palm.

"How..why did you say..dragon? and all that stuff?" You find yourself asking as you allow the man to lead you in an entirely different direction than you were walking before. His shoulders sag as he heaves out a sigh. Almost sound over-exaggerated, his tired sigh gives way to a stifled laugh. The type that has you wondering if you said the wrong thing or if he finally cracked his gourd by travelling in the dark for so long.

"I've got a good sense of smell. It's rare, mighty rare to meet the child of all four creatures as those. But you're just a lil human. Same as me." The way he tightens his grip on your hand leaves you with a bitter taste, his accent slipping out catches your attention more than anything else. As if sensing your confusion, he shoots you another small smile. A glint of white from behind his pink lips draws your eyes to his mouth. Gently, he shakes your hand. Your focus momentarily shifted from teeth to hand to the darkness surrounding you both. Squinting, just up ahead you can see the small glimmer of a campfire.

"Is that your camp?"

"Sure is. And now it's yours to."

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WOOOO its a spooky vampire and reader doesn't know it yet~ oooh~ spooky.

[seijorhi]

Could u do something w the reader finally breaking away from dabi only to realize that she has absolutely nothing and needs him?? Idk maybeee?? Sorry if this is a trash req 🤡🤡🤡nanshsjanzbdsiminsecurejsbsjsn

Bby, no!! Not a trash request at all 💕

Dabi x female reader

TW implied abuse, implied non-con, Stockholm syndrome, kidnapping, reader has some issues

Warmth

It’s been raining for a while, the droplets falling like sleet in the howling wind, soaking you to your skin.

You haven’t moved.

Sitting on the cold pavement, arms wrapped loosely around your knees, you try again. You take a deep breath, open up your palm and bite your lip…

White petals bloom, a daisy unfurling in your trembling hand-

And wilts, just as quickly.

You don’t have the energy left to cry as you slowly let the rotting flower fall to the asphalt. It joins the countless others littering the ground around you, dead before they ever really grew.

They used to bloom in the cracks of the pavement as you walked by.

Is this what a year without using your Quirk does? Or is it just… is it just you that’s broken?

A siren wails somewhere in the distance, but you pay it no mind. The city’s a dangerous place - you know that better than most, but tonight it doesn’t bother you. In the midst of a storm, tucked away down an alley with a broken streetlight you’re all but invisible to those not looking.

And nobody’s looking. You’re nothing but a shadow here.

Another gust of wind blows past and you shiver, pulling the thick, black hoodie tighter around yourself - for all the good that it does. Even the rain hasn’t washed away its lingering scent of smoke, whiskey and menthol. It wraps around you like a vice squeezing you tight, but it’s familiar in its own way. He’d only been wearing it the night before, his arm slung over your shoulders as the two of you spent the night drinking at the bar. Well, he drank - you nursed yours all night long, only taking tiny sips whenever those cerulean eyes flickered pointedly over. He knows you don’t like to drink, especially around them, but he seems to find it mildly amusing to drag you with him when they go out regardless.

You’d grabbed it without a second thought as you’d sprinted out of the bedroom. You could hardly go running down the street in pretty lace panties and an oversized wife beater.

The warmth of the afternoon sun, the soft breeze that tickled at your skin as you ran, it’d felt like heaven. Freedom. Even as fear and paranoia chewed at your guts and pushed you forwards it was… exhilarating. You wanted to laugh almost as much as you wanted to cry - from happiness or grief or an overwhelming, indecipherable mix of both, you honestly couldn’t say.

How quickly that joy turned to ash.

“Oh no, honey. They moved out - when was it, dear… maybe six months back?” the elderly woman turned to her husband, who nodded sagely.

“Yep, ‘bout then. It’s such a shame, I hear somethin’ awful happened to their daughter. Killed in a Villain attack if I remember rightly?” he mused. “I think it must have been too painful to stay, but I suppose…”

The rest of his words had faded into white noise.

Dead.

He’d never said a word about your family, but you’d always thought… some part of you hoped that they were out there searching for you, waiting for you to come home. And even when he stuck that Quirk cancelling cuff around your ankle, when his lips burned against yours as he moved inside of you, you held onto that hope so tight.

But the home you’d dreamed of is gone.

Your life is… gone.

And what’s left of those pretty daydreams? You’re nothing but a ghost. No money, no possessions, no clothes but the ones and your back and even those aren’t really yours at all. You have nothing.

Even your Quirk, the pretty parlour trick that it was, has abandoned you.

So why bother moving? The rain is icy as it lashes at your skin and there’s a gnawing ache in your stomach - you haven’t eaten since last night.

You have nothing left.

More dead petals fall and you hug yourself tighter, sniffling under the downpour. Where were you supposed to go?

Did Dabi know that the rest of the world had moved on without you? He’d never brought up your family or your friends, not even to threaten them when you acted out. It was as if the moment he’d stolen you away, they ceased to exist. You were his now, and that was all that should have mattered to you. He wasn’t wrong, you suppose. Everyone likes to believe that they’re special, irreplaceable but… they’re not. You’re not.

Except, maybe, to him.

“Mine,” he growls, one hand wrapped around your throat, the other entwined with yours as he fucks you into the worn down mattress. “My girl, my fucking- hah - my fuckin’ babydoll.” He steals another kiss, always too rough, too much teeth and tongue, but the heating broke last week and Dabi is so, so warm.

He’s softer, later. One arm slung over your waist, your bare back flush to his chest. There’s a brand on your hip, and his fingers trace it idly. “We’re leavin’ this shithole soon,” he murmurs after a while. “Heroes sticking their noses where they don’t belong and all that crap, gotta lay low for a little while. Means I’m gonna be home a little more than usual, but… ” he breaks off, and you can feel his lips curl into a smirk as they brush along your neck, “you don’t mind that, do you, babe?”

We. Always we. From the moment he’d stolen you - saved you, in a twisted turn of events you preferred not to linger on - there was never a doubt in his mind that your future was his. Whether it was with the League or going at it alone, your place would always be with him.

He stole you. Kept you chained to his bed, fucked you until you were a babbling mess and burned his name into your skin. He hurt you when you acted up and sometimes just because he liked the way you looked, all scared and trembling in his arms. He teased you mercilessly and forced his love onto you at any and every opportunity, but-

“You know I’m never gonna let you go, right?”

He’s said it enough times that you don’t stiffen anymore, but you roll over regardless to meet those burning blue eyes. “Why?” you whisper.

Dabi’s silent for a little while, staring at you. You’ve been with him for months now, and not a day has gone past that you haven’t wondered, but never once have you asked him.

Afraid of the answer, maybe.

You still don’t know what possessed him to step in that day, whether that was truly the start of this obsessive mess, or merely the tipping point.

Eventually he shrugs, “‘cause you need me,” he says, like it’s a simple fact - an undeniable truth of the universe, “and I fuckin’ need you.”

You should hate him, and maybe a part of you does, but when the air around you crackles and blue flames flicker to life a few feet away, it’s not fear that races through your heart.

Dabi’s soaking wet, his normally wild black hair plastered to his skin, his ragged tee translucent and hugging the toned muscles of his abdomen - even his flames sizzle ominously under the deluge, but if the downpour bothers him, he doesn’t show it.

His cerulean eyes are fixed firmly on you - huddled in the corner, pale and trembling, illuminated only by the soft glow of his Quirk - and the grin on his face is almost manic.

“Time to come home now, doll, don’tcha think?”

It’s almost definitely a threat. You know him well enough by now to recognise the rage that blazes under that too wide smile.

You could try and run. See how far you make it before those pretty blue flames reach you. You might even be lucky - if you’re quick enough, maybe you could lose him in the dark warrens of the city’s underbelly.

But as you rise to your feet, soaked to your skin, teeth chattering and shaking like drowned rat, you don’t.

It’s a cold night, and Dabi is so, so warm.