summary: you show up on deku’s doorstep in the middle of a stormy night with a fresh bruise on your cheek. he big mad and takes care of you
genre: angst, fluff, mutual pining
warnings: domestic abuse, descriptions of abuse, descriptions of injuries, spicy elements if you squint, one swear word
w/c: 2.4k
request: Hey there! I am feeling the sad and the numb and feeling like being rescued. So can I request Deku saving female reader from an abusive situation? (up to you whether they are in high school or adults) Like say a boyfriend, or now ex boyfriend, is all mad you've been spending with Deku. So you get in a fight and this now ex boyfriend has the audacity to slap/punch you. Either in front of Deku or like reader comes running to him with a dark bruise on their cheek.
a/n: this has some explicit depictions of the reader being hit by their partner, so if that’s triggering to you i would advise you not to read! it’s not super graphic, but i know it can make some people uncomfy. also, if you or you know someone who is a victim of domestic violence, here’s their hotline: 1-800-799-SAFE (7233) please be safe my lovelies! and enjoy some sweet and soft deku ♡♡
“Y/N…” Deku’s soft yet firm voice only served to force the tears in your eyes to spill over your cheeks against your will. “Who did this to you?”
“Deku, it’s fine,” you said through trembling breaths, trying to regain at least some of your composure. “It’s not a big deal.”
He stepped close to you. Too close, your mind screamed. This was exactly what your manipulative boyfriend had berated you for, this strange closeness between you and Izuku that could no longer be categorized as pure, simple friendship. You had danced along this line for months now, blissfully unaware of the fact that taking even a single step over it, accidental or not, could ruin you. However, as Deku’s warm breath fanned over your face, smelling of peppermint and comfort, you were so afraid. It was blindingly evident in your wavering breaths and trembling hands.
The pads of his fingertips found themselves gently caressing the harsh bruise that mottled your upper cheekbone, his green eyes carefully gauging your reaction to see if you would stop him. You didn’t. You couldn’t.
You melted into his touch and pushed your cheek further into his hand, wincing at the dull, aching pain of the bruise. Pretty soon his fingers were damp with your tears.
“When?” he asked, and you recognized that dark, determined tone lurking just beyond the word.
“Not long before I came here,” you replied. “He…he just lost control. That’s all.”
“No, that’s not all.” Deku pulled his hand away and settled for holding one of yours, still shaking with fear. The callouses and scars that decorated his skin stood out against your own, a reminder that he too was no stranger to abuse. Albeit none of it came from a jealous, manipulative, disgusting boyfriend. “Was this the first time?”
“Yes,” you whispered, swallowing the lump in your throat as you remembered the pure, unchecked rage and aggression that had bubbled in your boyfriend’s eyes just moments before he snapped.
“You’re staying here tonight.”
Fresh fear ripped through you and you violently shook your head, pulling your hand out of his grasp. You didn’t want to think of the consequences you would suffer if you didn’t return home that night.
“I can’t,” you said, wrapping your arms around yourself. “I have to go back, you don’t understand—”
“Hey, listen to me.” Deku reached up and cradled your cheeks, mindful of the bruise. “Y/N, you’re safe here. With me. I will never let that man come anywhere near you ever again, do you understand?”
“What are you saying?” It was hard to focus on anything but his warm hands on your cheeks, his thumbs idly wiping the salty tears that never seemed to stop dripping down your face.
Deku sighed and dropped his face. “I want you to stay with me until we can find another living situation for you. You aren’t going back to that apartment until we pick up your things.” His expression hardened. “You will never have to deal with that pathetic excuse for a man again.”
Your lower lip trembled. “He won’t just let me go, Deku.”
“Yes, he will.”
“How do you know?”
Deku ran his thumbs across your cheeks again. “Because if he doesn’t, I’ll make sure he does.” He slid his hands along your jaw, your neck, your shoulders. He was so warm, so inviting. He was a cozy cabin in the middle of a harsh and unforgiving blizzard, just waiting for you to open the door and let yourself inside.
“Deku,” you whispered, looking up at him through tear-stained eyes. Your hand was on the metaphorical door handle of the cabin, all you had to do was turn it. “I…”
His lips curved into a smile. “You don’t have to say anything, Y/N. Let’s get you inside.”
“Wait, wait,” you said, reaching out to stop him. Your fingers curled around his bicep, strong and corded with muscle. “Deku, you really don’t understand—” Pinching the bridge of your nose before you could say anything else, you sighed. You wanted to scream at him that it was because of the budding feelings you had for him, the feelings that were forcefully pushing back against your inhibitions you had so carefully crafted, but no sound came out of your mouth.
He just stood there, staring at you with those impossibly deep green eyes that reminded you of forests in spring, bright and soft all at once. “Y/N, is there something else? Something you’re not telling me?”
Nothing ever gets past him, you thought to yourself. He was still so close. You could feel the warmth radiating from him.
Your phone suddenly buzzed in your pocket, the familiar ringtone that you had assigned to your boyfriend breaking the strange, heavy silence. Your stomach dropped as you slid it from your pocket with shaking hands, barely able to read the little text bubble.
“Don’t read that,” Deku murmured, and his hands were covering yours and gently pulling the phone out of your grasp. “Can you come inside, please? It’s going to rain again soon.”
The bruise that decorated your cheek was starting to throb, as if somehow you were still connected to your boyfriend through it. Every thought you had of him only made it worse.
“Okay,” you said softly, letting your head fall in defeat.
Deku wasted no more time in ushering you into his apartment, mindful to double-lock the door behind you. The space was a little more cluttered than the last time you had been over, various piles of clothes strewn about the floor and boxes of takeout left forgotten on the kitchen counters.
“S-sorry,” he sheepishly chuckled, clearing some of the clothes out of the hallway with a swift kick. “It’s been a busy few weeks since I last saw you.”
You stood in the middle of the living room, waiting for him to tell you where to go or what to do. Everything felt...muddled. Your toes were up against that invisible line again, but this time they were curious. What was it like on the other side? Your eyes flicked up to watch Deku hurrying andto try and tidy his place for you, his eyebrows pulled together in adorable concentration. He noticed you staring and flashed you an embarrassed grin.
One step.
“Deku,” you said, wringing your hands.
He stopped, his grin dissolving into a frown. “What’s wrong?”
You licked your lips in anticipation, not sure how to approach the words that wanted to spill from them. All you wanted to do was have him wrap those strong, protective arms around you and never let go. “You don’t have to worry about cleaning,” you found yourself choking out, wincing at your own cowardice. “I’m really tired.”
“Oh, right,” he said, dropping the box of takeout he held in his hands into the garbage. “Let me get you some clean clothes to sleep in, is that okay?”
You knew he wouldn’t take no for an answer, so you simply nodded. He disappeared into his bedroom for a moment and then reappeared with a pile of neatly folded clothes; a soft hoodie and a pair of sweatpants. When you took them, his fingertips brushed your knuckles and it sent a bolt of electricity up your arm and directly into your heart. He stood there and stared at you, hands still just-barely touching yours, until you cleared your throat.
“I’m going to go change,” you said, averting your eyes and skirting around him to escape into his bedroom. Once inside, you quickly shut the door and threw the pile of clothes on the bed. You stared at his sheets, still rumpled and messy from whenever he last slept in it. You had no doubt it smelled of him, too.
“I’ll sleep on the couch,” you said from the bedroom door, dressed in his hoodie and sweatpants.
Deku glanced over his shoulder and his eyes traveled over your form, unhidden appreciation all over his face. However, his expression shifted into confusion as he processed your words. “No,” he said, shaking his head. “You’ll take my bed. I’d be a terrible friend if I made you sleep on the couch after what you went through.”
“It’s fine,” you said, unable to tell him that you didn’t want to be completely surrounded by his scent for fear it would only catalyze your feelings that you still refused to acknowledge. “Please, just let me sleep out here, Deku. It’s okay.”
“Alright,” he said slowly before glancing at the clock. “I have some work to finish at the agency tomorrow morning, but I’m going to take a half day and come home early. Will you be okay by yourself for a few hours?”
“I think so,” you replied, absentmindedly running your fingers over your injured cheek.
He stepped close to you again, breaking you out of your thoughts. Your breath hitched in your throat as he reached up and studied the bruise, fingertips tracing the mottled colors. He shook his head and sighed, dropping his hand. His touch lingered on your skin.
“Get some rest,” he murmured, guiding you to the couch and placing a blanket over you. “I’ll see you in the morning.”
You looked up at him standing over you, knowing that it would be so, so easy to twist your fingers in the collar of his shirt and bring his lips down to yours. But a heavy thunderclap shook the apartment and interrupted the thoughts that were stirring in your mind. You pulled the blanket up over your shoulders and pressed the uninjured side of your face into the pillow.
“Goodnight,” you said, already feeling the sleep begin to pull you away from the waking world.
Deku chuckled, giving the top of your head a gentle stroke, before disappearing into his bedroom and drifting off to sleep himself.
A deafening thunderclap jerked you from sleep and you shot straight up on the couch, looking wildly around for any signs of your boyfriend.
“Fuck,” you muttered to yourself, putting your face in your hands. The bruise throbbed incessantly. The rain pattered against the windows, and every few minutes a bolt of lightning would illuminate the apartment.
Without thinking, you were slipping out from under the blanket and walking towards the bedroom. Stop, stop, stop, the little voice in your head started to shout as you placed your hand on the doorknob.
“Shut up,” you growled at it, and you twisted your hand to take that glorious first step over that invisible line you had been dancing along for so many months.
His bedroom was dark but you could make out his sleeping form underneath the comforter. You pulled it back and slid beneath it, already feeling his warmth stretching across the bed.
“Y/N?” came his groggy voice.
“It’s me,” you whispered, and he shifted so he was facing you.
“What’s wrong?”
You swallowed nervously. “I want to do something.”
That got his attention. He lifted his head and blinked before saying, “What do you mean?”
“Just stay still, okay?”
“Okay.”
Your heart melted at the softness of his voice. Before you could stop yourself, you scooted close enough to him that you could smell his sweet breath again, and you hesitantly placed a palm on his cheek.
“Y/N,” he whispered.
“And don’t talk,” you whispered back, bringing your face just centimeters away from his. His hair was soft at the ends of your fingers as you held his cheek, and then you slowly, slowly brushed your lips over his in the softest way possible, so soft that you were sure you had imagined it.
But when the breath he had been holding exhaled over your mouth, you realized you had not imagined it and you had, in fact, just kissed Izuku Midoriya in his bed, in the middle of a thunderstorm.
You pulled back and took a trembling breath, still feeling the lingering touch of his lips. He was staring at you with wide eyes and a slack jaw, no words coming out of his open mouth. A breath of silence passed between you.
Before you knew it, his hands were grasping at any part of you that was available to him and pulling you flush against his body. He placed his lips against yours again, but this time it was like a dam had broken and he was spilling out every single missed opportunity into the kiss. You couldn’t breathe, you couldn’t think, the only thought you had in your brain was of him.
You opened wider for him and he gasped into your mouth, fingers gripping your hips so hard you knew it would leave bruises.
“Stop,” he breathlessly whispered against your mouth. “This...this isn’t how I thought our first kiss would go—”
“You’ve thought about kissing me?”
Deku pulled away and looked at you, the softness returning to his eyes. “Of course I have.”
You were already craving more of him, now that you had gotten a taste. As you leaned in for another kiss, he gently stopped you.
“What’s wrong?” you asked, unable to mask the nervousness in your voice.
“I want to take this slow,” he murmured, running a hand along the side of your face. “I don’t want you to think I’m taking advantage of you and your….current situation. I want to give you the time and space to properly heal and process what you’re going through.”
Is this what a healthy partner does? you thought to yourself as you stared at him. Weird.
“Alright, fair enough,” you finally said, laying back down beside him. Deku automatically wrapped an arm around your shoulder and brought you into his chest, just like you had pined for just hours earlier. He pressed a tender kiss to the top of your head.
“You have no idea how long I’ve waited to kiss you,” he said into your hair, and your eyes fluttered closed.
“I want to do it again soon,” you said, smiling into his chest.
His chuckle rumbled through you and put you at an ease you didn’t think existed. The line you had crossed was long gone now, and you would never think about it again. As his arm tightened around you and the rain continued to pour outside, you felt safe for the first time in a very long time. The apprehensiveness of the future still festered in the back of your mind as you lay there and listened to the rain.
But for now, with his arms keeping you safe from the world, it was enough.
kori’s relationship with her sister is hard to say the least. there is a lot of unspoken feelings between them and a lot of the hard feelings are because of the bad parenting of their parents.
as it’s known, tamaran is planet ruled by the monarchy leaded by the tykayls family from tamarus the capital. the tykayls are kori and kom’s family. komand’r is the eldest sister (kori is the second child and ryand’r is the youngest sibling) and as all the monarchies on tamaran the firstborn child inherits the throne and crown to rule the planet, and that was the plan for komand’r until she’s born. the first child was born with a rare illness which doesn’t let her absorb solar radiation and, in consequence, to fly.
monarchies are monarchies, the same behavior on earth and tamaran. a firstborn ill is seen as weakness and so many other families were salivating already at the idea of the reign of the tykayl’s family ending. that’s why koriand’r’s born was seen as a miracle and their salvation. as soon as they knew their second daughter was perfectly healthy the plans that were for komand’r passed to be for kori. the king myand’r and queen luand’r just decided to change the rules and due to kom’s illness she couldn’t inherit the throne and it will pass to the second child (and the third one when ryand’r was born). so, just like that her parent’s displaced komand’r for koriand’r. all the attentions, classes to rule their planet, the gifts, the titles . . . kom grew up seeing how all that was hers once was given to her sister just because she was healthy. then she became bitter and hostile to the others and kom turned all into a competition between her and her sister. she always wanted to be the best to prove their parents and their people that she could rule their planet in the future. to get back what was hers by birthright. that’s why they were trained by the okaara’s warlords komand’r showed to be the best of the both on hand to hand fight. she also tried to kill kori at the end of their training. but being the best is not enough to rule. while kom was bitter and mistrustful, kori was the birghtest light in the court. always the kind soul and merciful with all the creatures. kori always wanted to be friends with her sister, she never treated kom disrespectfully ar was mean to her. kori always wondered why her sister was so mean and cruel with her.
all the bad feelings she had were never gone. the bitterness and resentment only increased with the pass of the years. the citadel had been a threat for the tamaraneans for some years. being displaced and undervalued by her parents pushed komand’r to the wrong side. she found the way to communicate with the citadel and offered them the secrets of the tamaraneans’ defenses and army in exchange to be the queen when they conquer the planet. she got what she wanted. when the army lost the battle and the conquest was unstoppable the king and queen ran away with ryand’r, they couldn’t save kori from the citadel, who by kom’s orders captured her and made her their slave. they humilliated her, tortured her and even raped her. kori dendured all kind of punishments with dignity because somehow she understood more and more with the pass of the time why kom was so angry and bitter. becuse their parents mistreated her those that were supposed to take care of her and love her no matter what were the first to put her aside and marginalize her. because all the wrong behavior of their parens towards kom only benefited her. finally, after six years of torture, komand’r decided to end her sister’s pain by killing her, or that was the plan until the psions arrived and took both sisters to experiment on them.
they knew that tamaraneans ability to fly was directly linked to the absorption of the sun's rays, the experiment was very simple: force them to absorb as much solar radiation as they can until they explode. kori could free herself before that happened and couldn’t go leaving her sister there, so she freed kom too. her sister tried to kill her again and failed again too. then both discovered that having absorbed all that solar radiation gave them the ability to shot those starbolts from their hands. and in the meantime they had to run for their lifes, to scape from the psions and found a safe place for them.
kori found the earth and the titans. she never knew how komand’r scaped from the psions. kori has tried to help her sister and amend their parents’ mistakes for a long time but nothing she does seems to work. komand’r truly hates her and nothing it’s her or kori’s fault. and even if koriand’r understands that, she also understands that fixing their relationship is something that needs the will of the both of them.
