Request: heyy!! Loved dabi x teenage informat!! Could you do a part 2 please? Maybe after the dabi reveal and how their dynamic is since Dabi’s personality and stuff is different?? Ty!! 💕💕💕
Warning: MAJOR SPOILERS FOR DABI'S CHARACTER DO NOT READ IF YOUR NOT CAUGHT UP
*Part 1*
Dabi’s reveal was not news to you, you’d known that information since you’d laid eyes on him. The world learned something new about Endeavour though it didn’t seem to change anything. Some didn’t know whether to believe the villain and others actively decided to turn a blind eye.
You were probably one of the only ones that could still walk the streets without people noticing who you were. You kept your hood up as you walked through the streets listening in to what people were saying about the league. You jumped at the sound of your phone ringing.”Hello?” You asked.
“Where are you?” Dabi. You don’t know if he was worried or just becoming more manic, over the past few days he seemed to need to know where you were at all times.
“I’m out, just listening to what people think.” You answered.
“And?” He asked.
“50/50.” You answered honestly.
“Mmm, well it’s getting more dangerous out there, be careful, I think the big guys gonna break everyone out of tartarus so the streets will be impossible to walk after that.” You could hear that he had lowered his voice as if he didn’t want someone to hear him. “Get home.”
Getting back to the apartment was easy enough, it was pretty much untouched since you left to help the LoV. You flipped the light switch and smiled to yourself rewiring everything and syphoning off of your neighbours paid off it seemed. You jogged up the stairs and into your room where you were finally able to get showered and changed. During that time you heard the front door open and close. “Kid! You here!?” Dabi. You walked down the stairs and leaned over the bannister.
“Yeah.” You looked at him.
“Things have changed.” He leant against the doorframe. “This will probably be the last time that we see each other.”
“What? No. I follow you anywhere, remember.” You frowned.
“You follow Dabi, not Touya.” It was almost like he was trying to start a fight.
“Touya and Dabi are the same person, they always have been!” You were now standing at the bottom of the stairs now.
“Dabi needed someone that could get him close to Endeavour, Touya doesn’t need anyone.” Dabi leaned forward, standing you over grasping your chin in his hand “When you met me you said ‘you trust strangers everyday’. Find a new one.”
“Why are you pushing now after all this time?” You asked.
“Did you really think that I have any use for family.” Before you could do anything else, Dabi turned away from you. “You can keep this place though.”
“If you think it’ll be safer here then it is with you, you're wrong.” You glared at him and he rolled his eyes, hand on the door.
“If you ever try to follow me or find me after I leave this apartment then I promise you I will not give you another chance.” Then he was gone.
It wasn’t even a few days later that the heroes tracked Dabi to the apartment, you had been sitting on the sofa when they kicked down the door “can I help you?” You asked.
“Does this man live here?” Endeavour was the one to hold the picture up, you looked up at him and shrugged.
“No. Not anymore.” You looked away from the picture picking up the phone that you had been strolling through before.
“He used to live here?” He asked.
“Yeah.” You answered.
“Do you know who this is?” He was trying to get you to look at him but you had no intention of doing that.
“They know who he is.” Hawks, guess he wasn’t as beat up as you thought, you glanced over at him.
“How’re the wings?” You smirked as he narrowed his eyes.
“Kid protecting him will get you nowhere” Hawks stepped forward and you looked at him.
“Helping you get me to the same place, so how about we stream line this and you lock me away wherever it is you lock up the information broker for the league.” You pushed yourself up into a sitting position holding your phone precariously between your finger and thumb.
“Why did you help him?” Shoto Todoroki.
“Why do you still fight alongside your father after everything he’s done?” You dropped your phone to the floor leaning your chin against your hand. “Anyone else want to ask a question that we aren’t going to answer today?”
At least the cell was free, you didn’t have to worry about any other villains and sometimes they let you out when they needed information on villains that they had yet to catch and put back in Tartarus. The door to your cell opened and you glanced up at Endeavour as he walked into the room. “What now?” You asked. “Hawks promised me like 3 more days unbothered.”
“I’m not here for your help.” He leaned back against the door “Touya wants to see you.”
“Uh huh.” You grunted “the last time that he saw me to tell me he never wanted to see me again.”
“Mmm, well this is the last time that you will get to talk to him, so even if you don’t forgive him then maybe you should tell him how you feel.” You looked at him and narrowed your eyes before standing from your bed.
“And you're going to let me see him?” You asked.
“Yes.” He answered.
When you had gotten to where they were holding Dabi you hadn’t expected the only thing that was keeping him alive to be whatever they had submerged him in. “You actually came?” His voice was raspy, almost impossible to understand.
“Mm.” You hummed. “What do you want?”
“I thought I should tell you something… I needed to tell you something.” He answered.
“I know everything you did was to protect me, I know you thought that what you were doing was the right thing but it still sucked and I’m still angry.” You folded your arms over your chest and looked away from him, mostly because looking at him the way that he was, was difficult.
“You were the family that I needed, I kept telling you that I didn’t need you because I thought being away from me would have kept you out of here but we’re in the same place either way.” Dabi said softly, you nodded clenching and unclenching your hands.
“Yeah same.” was all you managed to say as the door opened.
“See ya later kid.” You shook your head.
“You're still lying.” A tear slid down your cheek as you turned away, he gave a dry chuckle before answering.
“I know.”
Request: Heyy I was wondering if, based on your Dabi x teen! reader fic you could write the league finding out that Dabi lives with teen!reader?? (platonic ofc) tyy
Dabi remembered seeing you on the street corner fighting. Some low level thugs who seemed to be trying and failing to push you around, in the end you knocked every one of them out, searched their pockets and took everything that you deemed worth taking. Dabi made himself known after that and when you showed no fear towards him, he saw himself in you, he didn’t say anything that day but he watched out for you whenever he was around.
The second time that he saw you, you were leaning against the wall of an old alleyway, there was some gang leader that he remembered seeing around, not that he could tell you the name of him, you both seemed to be talking about something.The leader dove forward at something to you said but you easily blocked and then moved him against the wall where you said something close to his ear before letting him go. He shrugged you off before glancing around eyes connecting with Dabi at the end of the alley but he was looking at you, he didn’t spare the leader even a glance as he watched you count up money and stuff it in your pocket. “You good kid?” He asked, finally looking at the man next to you with blue eyes glowing in the low light.
“Fine.” You answered, handing over whatever the leader was looking for, he snatched it from you before briskly leaving the scene.
“You shouldn’t be dealing with guys like that.” Dabi said, you just nodded at the statement “then what are you doing out here with them?”
“Need money to live.” You answered “I apparently have a skill that most are interested in using.”
“What’s that?” He asked.
“Information gathering, my quirk allows me to track someone and gather information through computers and cameras as long as I’ve seen their eyes.” You explained “creeped out everyone that I went to school with and I’m sure you can figure out why most heroes were afraid of my quirk.”
“Just by seein’ their eyes?” He asked.
“Mmm.” You hummed.
“That sounds useful, has anyone tried actually recruiting you?” Dabi asked as he walked towards you.
“No ones looking to recruit a teen with nowhere to go and every opportunity to be captured by the enemy.” You answered.
“Well you seem like a useful kid so I’ve got a place for you to stay if you want.” He shrugged.
“And what do you want in return?” You asked.
“Just information when I need it.” He answered.
“Fine.” You answered.
“Really?” he asked. “You're just going to go with a stranger like that?”
“I have to trust strangers everyday, I don’t have any friends or family around to use it on.” You answered. “Not to mention with my quirk no one stays a stranger for long.”
It was a few months later that Dabi decided to join the LoV and even with more people around you were still the only teen that he could tolerate in larger doses. He never told the others about you but you knew about all of them and made sure that they were who they said they were based on the information that you could find on them. Dabi used you to get extra information on the people that they decided to target.
Dabi was sitting in the bar arm resting on the back of the sofa as he watched everyone “Hey scar face.” Shigaraki called from the bar, eyes cast over to look at him.
“What?” He asked, now used to the names that Shigaraki would throw at him, it was a rare and usually dangerous situation when his actual name was used.
“Where do you get your information from?” He asked.
“What does it matter to you?” Dabi asked.
“It’s reliable, why aren’t they part of the league?” Shigaraki asked.
“Maybe they don’t want to be a part of this group.” Dabi shrugged, turning away from him.
“Well you tell me who they are or I find them myself and find out what you're hiding.” Shigaraki warned him.
“Leave ‘em alone, their helpin’ you is that not enough? You paranoid freak.” Dabi grumbled, the silence between them filled with the ringing of a phone.
“He can meet me if that will stop him from doubting you.” Your voice emitted through the phone.
“You don’t have to do that kid.” He muttered.
“It’s okay.” You said.
“Fine, I’ll bring ‘em to you.” He said, you hummed in agreement as you both signed off. “They said that they’ll meet you.”
45 minutes later Dabi was standing in the livingroom of the apartment that he stayed at with you, you must have still been in your room because he couldn’t see or hear you around. “They’re here?” Shigaraki asked.
“Is this where you live?” Toga asked.
“None of your business Brat.” He answered.
“Hey kid you here!?” He called, it was only a few seconds later that you jogged down the stairs, eyes casting over all of the people in the room before waving.
“This is the one you get your information from?” Shigaraki asked, “lying to me will get you nowhere.”
“He’s not lying.” You cut in.
“Prove it.” Shigaraki ordered.
“What do you want to know?” You asked.
“How do you get your information?” Shigaraki answered.
“Your eyes.” You answered.
“My eyes?” Shigaraki asked.
“Well, anyone’s eyes, as long as I’ve seen your eyes I can track you through any camera footage, past or present, I can usually find some kind of photo ID, the rest is just really good computer skills.” You explained as leaned against the banister in front of you.
“You live with this kid?” Compress asked.
“He offered me a place to stay in exchange for information gathering skills.” You answered. “So why do you want to meet with me?”
“I want you to join the league.” Shigaraki answered and you looked at Dabi who shrugged.
“Your choice kid.” He finally said.
“Then I’ll join but the moment that your goals stray from Dabi’s, I leave to follow him, so don’t get too comfortable.” You answered, Dabi smirked as he walked over to you ruffling your hair as you smacked him away.
“Bring her tomorrow, we've got work to do.” Shigaraki ordered as he turned and left the apartment, the others still lingering.
“Didn’t think you had a soft spot, Dabi.” Compress said, you could hear the smirk under the mask.
“Don’t, they serve a purpose.” Dabi answered.
“I’m sure.” Compress waved him off as he gestured for the others to leave, you were sure that the others would have said more if they knew that Dabi wouldn’t kill them immediately but with no guarantee they all left following their leader.
“You did good kid.” He said once the door closed and you nodded taking a deep breath.
“I meant it, if I ever have to choose I will choose you.” You promised.
“Mm.” He hummed, you didn’t expect anything more than that but when you looked up there was a subtle smile and honestly that was enough.
I don’t know if you watched the Disney movie “Haunted Mansion” (the one with Eddie Murphy) since Halloween is just around the corner I thought this one would make you laugh? Imagine the League Of Villains are staying with reader at reader’s families haunted mansion that reader inherited (from a family member) BUUUUUUT……. Reader forgot to tell the league that their family mansion is haunted🤭😅
Just take your time on this one, i understand that college is a pain in the ass but I thought this one would brighten up your day!😃 so take care and remember to eat, drink water, rest and relax you’ll get through it😁👍
Haunted Mansions Aren't for the Weak
FEATURING League Of Villians x Reader (platonic)
SUMMARY Haunted Mansion shenanigans
CONTENT WARNINGS creepy mansions, ghosts, crack
AUTHORS NOTE this idea had me cackling, hope you don't mind the different format :)
Oh my GOD, I can just imagine after a particularly messy job, the League of Villains finds themselves in need of a new hideout. That's when you casually suggest your family mansion. It's huge, tucked away in the middle of nowhere, and basically perfect for keeping a low profile. Without thinking twice, the League agrees.
Upon arrival, the mansion looms before them, towering and intimidating, with ivy creeping up the stone walls and gargoyles perched on the corners of the roof. The overgrown garden whispers in the breeze, and the massive iron gates groan as they swing open. Spinner glances uneasily at the place, muttering, "Great. Of course, it's a creepy mansion in the middle of nowhere."
The inside is even more imposing. Dusty chandeliers, creaky wooden floors, dark tapestries—everything you’d expect in a haunted mansion. But the League doesn't mind; they’ve seen worse. Besides, they're here to lay low, and it's not like anything can scare the most feared villains in the country... or so they think.
You lead them through the darkened corridors and give them a brief tour. “Oh, the rooms upstairs are bigger. Some of them have their own fireplaces. There’s a library down the hall, and the kitchen’s fully stocked. Feel free to explore, make yourselves at home. Oh, and about the ghosts…”
Shigaraki interrupts, scratching at his neck in irritation. “Ghosts? You’re not serious.”
You give a sheepish shrug. “Yeah, well, the place is a little haunted… by my ancestors. But they’re harmless. Nothing to worry about, I swear.”
Dabi, arms crossed, leans against the wall, smirking. “Right. Ghosts. Sure. What are we, five years old?” His tone oozes disbelief, but the moment his arm touches the wall, it groans, and the portrait next to him tilts on its own. He glances at it, then back at you. “You’re messing with us.”
You shake your head, trying to be casual. “Nope. Just, uh, don’t mind them.”
And so, the League settles in, trying to ignore the faint, unsettling noises that seem to echo through the hallways.
The First Night:
That’s when things start to get weird. As night falls, Shigaraki is the first to notice the peculiar happenings. His irritation grows as he hears soft, persistent scratching—from inside the walls. “Who the hell is scratching the walls? Is someone trying to be funny?” His voice cuts through the dark as he storms out of his room, hands twitching with the urge to disintegrate something.
No one answers. It only gets worse as he stalks down the hall, the sounds following him, scratching just out of reach. When he slams a hand on the wall in frustration, the wall scratches back.
“Okay. That’s new,” he mutters, backing away, suspicious now. For once, he isn’t the one scaring people—he’s the one being scared.
Meanwhile, Dabi...
Dabi has always been a skeptic, never one to believe in ghosts or any supernatural nonsense. He scoffs at the others’ complaints and locks himself in one of the rooms, claiming it as his own. He’s dead tired, and all he wants is to sleep.
But sleep doesn’t come easy.
No matter how many flames he conjures, the room stays cold. Icy, in fact. His breath puffs out in clouds as if he were in a freezer. He scowls, huddling under his jacket, muttering, “This is ridiculous.”
Just as he’s about to doze off, something knocks at his door. He groans. “What now?” When he opens it, there’s no one there. He’s about to close it when suddenly, a gust of cold air blows through, extinguishing the fire he had set in the fireplace. The door slams shut behind him, and he grumbles, “Fine. You win, mansion. This place is cursed.”
Despite his bravado, Dabi doesn’t get much sleep that night.
Toga, on the other hand, is thriving.
She’s completely unbothered by the eerie atmosphere. In fact, she’s excited. “Ghosts?” she grins, her eyes wide with curiosity. “I wanna meet them!” She skips down the hallways, gleefully chasing after strange noises and shadowy figures, trying to coax them into playing with her.
At one point, she catches sight of a ghostly figure floating through the walls. “Wait!” she calls out, sprinting after it. She rounds a corner only to find herself face-to-face with a portrait of a stern-looking old woman. The figure from earlier is gone, but the eyes in the painting follow her. Toga laughs. “Aww, you’re shy! Don’t be shy, I just wanna see you!”
The ghost doesn’t answer, but the painting tilts slightly, as if amused by her antics. Toga claps her hands, delighted. “Oh, I like this place!”
Twice’s internal debate hits its peak.
At first, he’s thrilled by the idea of staying in a mansion—it’s way better than the dingy places they’ve hidden in before. But as the ghostly occurrences start piling up, his personalities clash.
“Ghosts aren’t real!” he insists, pacing around his room. “But what if they are?” he counters himself, wringing his hands nervously. “Nah, no such thing as ghosts. I’m not scared of them anyway! Wait, yes I am!”
The lights flicker, and a faint whisper floats through the air. Twice freezes, eyes wide. “Okay, maybe I am scared! No, I’m not! But I am!”
He spends the rest of the night going back and forth with himself, unable to make up his mind if he should be terrified or excited. Every time something creaks or a shadow passes by, he jumps, muttering under his breath about how he’s definitely not scared… except when he is.
Spinner tries to be the voice of reason, but he’s just as shaken.
At first, he brushes off the strange occurrences, chalking them up to the age of the house. “Old houses make noise,” he tells himself, clutching his sword. But when the furniture in his room starts moving on its own, he’s not so sure anymore.
He wakes up to find his bed shifted three feet from the wall. His eyes widen, and he nervously pushes it back, only to find it moved again when he turns around. “Okay… nope. Nope. I hate this.”
Mr. Compress tries to stay composed, but even his patience is tested.
He watches as his finely tuned sleight-of-hand tricks start to malfunction. His carefully hidden compartments seem to open on their own, and the objects inside—his tools of the trade—disappear, only to reappear in random places around the mansion.
At one point, his mask is knocked off his face by an invisible hand. “Well, that’s just rude,” he huffs, hurriedly putting it back on, unnerved but trying to play it off.
Kurogiri, the last bastion of calm, begins to waver.
He usually keeps his cool no matter the situation, but when he appears to check on the others, he looks a bit… frazzled. “There are several spirits in this mansion,” he informs you. “And they are not particularly pleased with our presence.”
You, still oblivious to how badly the League is handling the situation, just wave it off with a laugh. “They’re just bored. They like to play little tricks, but they won’t hurt anyone. Probably.”
The Grand Reveal:
By the end of the night, the League is exhausted, either from chasing ghosts or avoiding them. Dabi is muttering about burning the whole place down. Shigaraki is plotting how to kill the ghosts (if that’s even possible), and Twice is still arguing with himself. Spinner is crouched in a corner, sword in hand, ready to strike at any moving furniture.
Finally, you gather them all in the main hall, completely nonchalant. “I guess I should’ve warned you guys… the house has always been like this. My family made peace with the ghosts ages ago.”
The League stares at you, utterly deadpan. No one is amused.
“Well,” you add with a smile, “at least it’s free rent?”
The rest of their stay is spent with the League trying to avoid the ghosts as much as possible. Dabi never leaves his room without a flame in hand. Shigaraki spends the days glaring at the walls. Toga, meanwhile, continues to gleefully chase after the spirits, making the whole situation even more chaotic.
By the time they leave, no one can deny it—villains or not, haunted mansions are not their thing.
Dabi x Male Reader | Another one off, kinda been wanting to write for Dabi recently, he just like me frfr. Anyway, this one is a little...ehh, just a heads up. Brain no worky today.
Preview: "Shut up." Y/N's voice echoed through the dampened alleyway, instinctively. "I didn’t even say anything." Dabi insisted with fake defense, feeling his mocking gaze focused on you. "You were thinking it," The villain now holding back a hardy chuckle, leaning in over the other man's shoulder. "I can’t help it, you’re just too easy." He replies.
WARNINGS: mentions of fighting heroes, kinda gory in a sentence or two, reader rips out someones throat(not too descriptive), mentions of infatuation, Dabi teasing Reader, Reader teasing back, all playful, low key something there, can be read as platonic or flirting banter, mention of drinking at the end, Y/N is used, he/ him pronouns for reader
WC: 609 | One Offs
An overly warm arm wraps around Y/N's shoulder's, "Don’t you worry boss, we'll handle it." Dabi yelled out, pull them both out the door. The blue-eyed villain sends the other a knowing smirk. Rolling your eyes and huffing out in annoyance Y/N pushed out of the man's arm. Walking a few paces ahead of him, hearing his slow steps behind.
"Shut up." Y/N's voice echoed through the dampened alleyway, instinctively. "I didn’t even say anything." Dabi insisted with fake defense, feeling his mocking gaze focused on you. "You were thinking it," The villain now holding back a hardy chuckle, leaning in over the other man's shoulder. "I can’t help it, you’re just too easy." He replies.
Grinning wide and shaking your head, ready for the inevitable take down that was another mission. Weaving through the city, the two find their target building…heavily guarded and already attacking them of course. Quirk's firing left and right, they fought side by side, mainly blocking, and countered attacks from Dabi's six. Quickly pushing the dark haired villain away as a hero swings in with a blast of a sound wave. Directly attacking Y/N in the process, only to be burnt on the spot seconds later.
"How kind of you," Y/N says through clenched teeth, speeding towards the last hero to the right of Dabi. Embedding their teeth in the hero’s throat, pushing them away with a fierce kick to the gut. Spitting out the remains within their teeth, whipping away the combination of flesh and blood. “Was the biting really necessary?” Dabi rumbled with an unimpressed gaze and raised brow.
Y/N glanced to the dark haired man, “He looked at you wrong, I think that was well deserved.” They countered, breathy laughter ricochets from the man's chest, a hardy yet congested sound running through the villain. "You're fucking weird," Making your way to the entrance of the building, answering him. "You love me anyway."
"Regrettably." He calls back.
They both split at another wave of heroes, meeting back up a few floors above, elevator doors opened to Dabi leaning against the wall with a bored expression. "Took you long enough, ‘healer’." He mocks, with an intense gaze. His lips curling into a harsh smirk towards the other. "Fuck off you bastardized 4 pieces," He fakes a stab to the heart as Y/N passed him. "Oh you really got me with that one," He sarcastically replied.
Pasting back through the streets in the blink of an eye, the two men with their loot in hand, Dabi hums out before speaking, "When was that last time we got fucked up?" Mind-racking memories in light of his friend's question. "We? If I remember correctly, I had to drag your drunk ass halfway across the city last time." Y/N rumbles out in laughter, the edge of his eyes replying the scene.
"My question still stands." Walking through the doorway of the bar, not taking a second to think before answering. "Maybe." Dabi walks pass, hands in his pockets. Expression now playful as he mutters out, "Not gonna let me drink alone are you?"
"Not a fucking chance, drunk you is my favorite you." Y/N commented back.
"I see how it is, you only want me at my absolute worst."
He continues walking backwards, facing you. Tilting your head to the side, glaring at him with a smirk. "I knew it, that’s all I am to you isn’t it? Just a fun little waste of time, huh?"
Y/N shook his head, "Already digging for sympathy and you’re not even tipsy." He retorts back. Dabi gasps dramatically, "Ouch, that one hurt."
"Can’t help it, Dab’s. You’re just too easy…"
DISCLAIMER: I do not own the rights of any of the characters I write about, all the rights go to their respective creators.
'scary? my god, you're divine'; shigaraki and dabi (separate) x villain reader
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content tidbits: reader has a 'vicious/'monstrous' quirk, angst (past traumas on both sides, insecurities, reader is judged heavily but so is tomura/touya so they get it), gore/mention of death, mentions of blood, graphic description/moderate gore, swearing, unhinged but absolutely enamoured shigaraki/dabi, reader losing control during battle and their quirk overtakes them, hurt/comfort, grief/guilt, mildly suggestive but it's lowkey devotional, panic attack almost happens but is stopped, not fully proofread
In Shigaraki's it's during the Paranormal Liberation War and reader has a Dark Fae quirk (use the battle in Maleficent 2 as reference), and Dabi's is set in a battle sometime after he reveals himself as Touya, and the reader has a vampire quirk.
Dabi's word count: 592
Shigaraki's word count: 488
A/N: I had FARRRRR too much fun writing this holy shit 😭 i need to write for villains more, i am so proud of this. Definitely writing for them both again soon, unhinged devotion is my favourite kind of devotion 🙏🏻 also this song because i feel it is very very fitting to the fic
TOUYA TODOROKI/DABI:
The stench was sickening, to all around other than you, who was trapped in a cage of intoxication. Your body, simultaneously agile and wobbly, fell to the ground. Crimson was splattered around the streets, heroes and civilians alike all too weak to get up and look for help.
You, however, felt drenched in pure ambrosia. Despite the ring in your ears, blood covering your face and upper half, and quirk still swirling around you like blood evaporated, you felt free. Like your soul finally exhaled. Your body shook with an unsatiated hunger, but your mind was too foggy to let you move or act on it.
From in the distance, the sound of boots and smell of heavy smoke drifted closer to you. It knelt down beside you, cerulean blue in the distance behind it, shining onto the dripping red. You tried to sit up, but your head swam in a haze of red with every moment.
"Shh... you don’t have to move. You don’t have to do any more. Not now."
You registered the voice; Touya. Even in this state, you could recognise that voice anywhere. You looked up at him, seeing him looking around at the travesty and destruction caused at your hands and teeth. He looked a mixture of impressed and almost awed. Like he was admiring an unexpected success. He knelt down beside you, and your stomach growled slightly at the whiff of his blood- but you had no intention of taking any. You felt a slow swipe of fingertips against your cheek and mouth, his attempt to clean you up a little. But it only made more of a mess. Which to his slight surprise, but also lesser surprise, he liked seeing.
He lifted you up with his arms wrapped around you from the back, hoisting you against him, your lower back against his legs. Your head lolled onto his collar, breath fanning against it. It was grounding, bringing you back to the moment.
Your vision cleared, and you took in your surroundings- your eyes widened in horror. You looked down at yourself, then your reflection in a broken window nearby. The veins around your face and eyes bulged, pupils blown in a dark red, hair a mess, and clothes torn and bloodied. It made you sick, and your heart sped up in panic.
Touya noticed, and held you tighter. "Don't. Don't you dare feel bad. You needed to eventually. It was a matter of time. Let yourself take it in. It's natural."
"No. No, but- I did it. What they said I would, what they expected, what they-"
"What they think is nothing. Look at them now. Can't say much now, can they? So what if you did what they expected? Good. Fucking good. None of them even deserved to have you do it to them. They never deserved anything of you." He demanded. You looked up at him, the pure sincerity in his expression allowing you to calm down again.
"I didn't want this. I didn't want to be seen as a villain." You rasp.
"But you are one. You were before this. What changed?" He asks. He asks, because he knows the way it feels. The way it is. He feels the deep simmer of it in his nerves, crackling and sparking as he thinks of the way you both were pushed out of the possibility of a simple life.
"Nothing." You respond, a slow stream of acceptance going through you.
"Exactly. And for the damn record- I don't want you any other way."
TOMURA SHIGARAKI/TENKO SHIMURA:
A storm of green took up the entire space of the battlefield, the heroes around long discarded. You didn't know what happened to them. You didn't care. Your wings strained and pulled against your back, the two black clouds of feathers begging to be used. An enclosure of branches encroached you, shielding you further.
Tomura stood at the edge of it, the blinding, dark verdigris swiping his already beat body every now and then. Through it, he could just make out the form of you, your hair flicking your face and body tensed, still on guard. He makes the decision to walk through it, activating one of the quirks to make him resistant to its white hot force. He steps into it, but pauses for a moment; to admire. To admire the chaos of it all. The ferocity. You, the creator of all of it. Not even an ounce of his own power or impending glory could compare. It never could.
He at last gets to you, and your eyes shoot to him, almost like a wild animal. And this atmosphere you made is the cage you voluntarily trapped yourself in. He extends his hand, the vined dome around you sifting away into dust at his touch. You stay in your spot, breath heavy and eyes a wicked green, the space around them dark. Your quirk thrummed through you, bordering on incapacitating, only the fact you were choosing to allow it to rampage being why you hadn't cracked and fallen.
He walks towards you, reaching a slow, tentative hand to brush your cheek. You don't turn to dust. Every time, no matter how many, knowing with his power he has control over fate, life and death, it gives him an almost godlike sense of power. But again- it fails in comparison to you, simply you.
You don't flinch. You don't attack. You stand, staring, fuming. But not at him.
"You're everything like this." He says, soft and raspy. "This is the you I waited for. I wanted you to be in this for the power it would give us. But it's different now. I don't have to pry. It's here. It's you alone."
"It isn't okay." You respond, your voice almost echoing through the space.
"No. It's isn't. You’re the embodiment of evil. But god, are you an angel in my eyes." He sighs, admiration and adoration lacing every word.
"It's only ever caused pain. Fear, disturbance." You say, trying vehemently to get across that you are not good.
"Good. Disturb them." He murmurs, moving to stand behind you, his hand tracing your wing. "You are exactly what I want by my side when we win this. I want you, like this, ruling right beside me. All of this is devoted to you. And if I end up missing it in the end," He speaks directly into your ear in a low, twistedly excited tone "I give you full permission to bring it down in my place."
You think Dabi would lose his shit if his kid ended up with the same quirk he had?
oh hi hello yes yes, please ignore the fact that it's taken me 6 months to get to you I am very sorry, I was NOT feeling the best these past few months but I've got my spirit back, but I do like this ask and do not have the heart to delate it so...
TW: Canon typical violence probs, I mean it's Dabi he's a warning of his own, I'll try and keep it fluffy, a little swearing, platonic x reader!
and without further a-do
it's dabi!
I actually touched on his very, very lightly in endeavour's intro/headcanons
(and I also do plan on adding this as an event in my Dad! Dabi series, so excuse me if I'm being vague I don't want to give you spoilers to those who don't want it)
I quote "reader is 4 and gets her quirk in the story. her quirk is a heightened version of shoto’s quirk which I’ll expand on if this is the fan favorite."
And since clearly, it IS a fan favorite I'll expand.
Essenially, reader's quirk allows her to control the temperature of nearly everything around her, not limited to freezing water (ice) or super heating fire (Dabi's blue flames)
say, she could increase the body temp of her foe to cause a heat wave
or chill the air so that heat related quirk's (for example bakugou's explosions) would make less an impact.
I haven't worked out the details too much, I'd be open to hearing your guy's thoughts on all this.
but for the sake of staying on topic, let's say it starts with a regular old red flame popping out of nowhere one day,
Dabi would immediately lose his shit.
I'm not kidding, his first reaction is to panic, his second is to try and calm you down.
holds you and hugs you as if it's the end of the world
even if you're not upset, he'll act as if you're dying!
and since I can't tell you all too many details.
Instead, I'll tell you his thoughts.
"fuck, fuck! she'll burn herself! we need to get quirk cancellers, or something! oh God, it's over. it's over, she's gonna want to be a hero, then- then she'll get a boyfriend won't she- and then she's gonna DIE"
he's a little delusional, but nevertheless, lovingly delusional.
He tells you it's not good to use your quirk, that it's dangerous, and if you do "I'm going to be very sad, you don't want me sad do you?"
at some point, he'll tell you that the reason he's all purple stapled, is because a hero burned him with their fire, and that's why he hates heros and hates fire, even his own quirk.
he says that's the reason he never uses his quirk, and why you shouldn't either.
essenially gaslighting you into thinking that is power you have can only be used for evil purposes.
of course however that can all change if you meet the rest of your family....
I'll leave it there, I hope this was entertaining to SOMEONE out there
dabi x reader where you're also a part of the league of villains; it takes him a while to warm up to u but once he does you're just on his mind constantly, he never wants to let you go, wants to be near you as much as possible ^_^
honestly, i think that having a partner who's a part of the Lov would honestly be ideal for him. it allows him to both focus on his goals, but also slowly learn to trust his comrades and realize that he does deserve love. it also gives him the opportunity for lots of close contact with you, which certainly helps in terms of a growing relationship
similar to how he acts towards the rest of the league, i think Dabi would be very stand-offish and do his best to avoid you, simply because he doesn't want any distractions
however, the more intrigued you sre by him and the more effort you put into pursuing him, he slowly but surely begins to at least accept you as his comrade who he may also have a tiny crush on...
there's something about you that's so,, endearing to him, and he isn't used to the feeling. once he realizes that he likes you romantically, i do think he'd avoid you for a while, both because he needs to process his feelings, and because he's afraid. genuinely doesn't know how someone like you could even handle being around him platonically, and doesn't want to burden you with his feelings that he can't even describe.
obviously you don't know why he's upset, but you can tell he's avoiding you, and i think that seeing you upset by how he's ignoring you would be the ultimate breaking point for him to realize that he truly cares for you- that and the fact that he missed you too.
your friendship with him changes after that incident, most likely blurring the lines between platonic and romantic very heavily. Dabi slowly begins to show you more of his softer side, revealing more of Touya to you, and in return you also trust him more. he's always at your beck and call, willing to do anything you ask but not willing to say it outright. it's obvious to everyone else in the league that you both have something going on, but no one says anything out of fear of yours and Dabi's wrath
he gets a lot clingier and more worried about your safety, such as insisting he be the one to patch up your wounds after a nasty fight or covering for you during a difficult mission when it really isn't necessary for him to tag along
considering his past, i do think that your his first (and most likely last) love, as he hasn't had the opportunity to engage in many- or rather, any- non sexual and intimate relationships. Dabi isn't going to confess, he's not brave enough or romantic enough, but it gets to a point where you either have to outright confess to him or continue dancing around your feelings for eachother for all eternity
if and when you confess, i think he'd be very... confused, to say the least. he doesn't know how anyone could possibly like him romantically, especially you. it takes him off guard, and i think he'd panic and run away or snap and say something harsh without meaning to. either way it's incredibly awkward and he internally beats himself up for it until he gains the courage to apologize and admit that he does like you too
the second the both of you are official the league congratulates you (and all pay Toga $20 for having the most accurate bet on if/when you'd both get together ), and after that you and Dabi are practically attached at the hip
he's suddenly a lot more clingy, and touchier too, but you'll have to initiate at first. like he'll come up beside you and stand uncomfortably close until you get the message that he wants you to hug him, but won't say anything. he's also a lot more possessive, even getting annoyed if you're spending too much time with Toga and Twice instead of him. despite being a fearsome villain known all across Japan as ruthless and cruel, he has an absolutely adorable pout when he's annoyed with you and its impossible to resist
overall, i think a relationship with him in this type of scenario would follow along heavily with the slowburn trope, and you both teach eachother how to love and be loved
if someone told you last year that you'd be laying in bed, snuggled up with one of the most fearsome criminals in Japan, you would have laughed- and yet, sure enough, Dabi nuzzles his face into the crook of your neck as he lays atop you. his lanky form is splayed across your entire body, with one scarred hand clutching your own as his low breathing tickles your skin. one of your hands is tangled in his dark hair, slowly massaging his scalp and toying with the small hairs at the base of his neck. Dabi lets out a groan with each caress, practically purring like a cat as he indulges in your warmth.
"y'know," he murmurs, voice sleepy and rough, "y'used to annoy me when i first joined..."
"everyone used to annoy you," you tease, and he hums lazily in agreement.
a few more beats of silence pass, interrupted only by the sound of your breathing.
"you don't annoy me anymore though.." he mumbles, and you feign a shocked gasp.
"are you finally admitting that you like me? who are you and what have you done with Dabi?"
"shut up, forget i said anything," he grumbles, pulling away from his position against your collarbone to look at you with a disgruntled pout. however, it didn't have the intended affect of conveying his teeth chattering, horrifying irritation as you let out a soft giggle before leaning down to kiss his nose.
"you're so cute, Dabi," you tease, and he huffs.
"this is harassment."
"if anyones harassing anyone it'd be you, mister i'm going to come up behind you and lean all my body weight onto you instead of just asking to cuddle like a normal person!"
"you complain as though you didn't immediately tackle me into bed," he huffs, and you chuckle again.
"not complaining, just observing."
he rolls his eyes. "you're needy."
"and you're cute," you reply, and he glares at you halfheartedly before burying his head back against your neck.
"ignoring you," he mumbles, muffled against your skin.
"aww, am i making the big bad Dabi blush by calling him cute?"
"goodnight, y/n"
...
"goodnight, Dabi. love you,"
...
"love you too."
i am powering through all the fics for his bday omg. this whole event is gonna eat i KNOW IT
Could you do platonic! Tomura Shigaraki x child! reader where he discovers a young girl (a bit younger than Eri) who has the power of Collector (she permanently gains and becomes immune to any Quirk she comes into contact with, for example when she came into contact with Shigaraki's Decay, she now also has Decay and it won't work on her)?
Hey there! I really loved this idea ngl had something fun writing it! I hope you like it^^
A New Chance
Characters:
• Tomura Shigaraki
A cold and volatile villain with a destructive Quirk and a deep hatred for heroes. Beneath his violent exterior lies a man scarred by a traumatic past. His unexpected connection with Lila forces him to confront feelings of responsibility and protectiveness he didn’t think he was capable of.
• Lila (OC)
A five-year-old orphan with a tragic past. She is sweet, curious, and emotionally fragile but possesses an unexplained resilience that draws Tomura in. Lila’s innocence and trust challenge the hardened villain’s worldview, creating a bond that neither expected.
• League of Villains (Dabi, Toga, Spinner, and others)
A chaotic and dangerous group of criminals who reluctantly accommodate Lila. Their interactions with her range from amused fascination (Toga) to wary indifference (Dabi), adding tension to her new life among them.
Trigger Warnings:
• Child endangerment: Portrayal of a young child in precarious situations with dangerous individuals (L.O.V.).
• Death and grief: Discussion of the loss of Lila’s parents and her processing of the trauma. (And a bit of Shigaraki's Trauma ig)
• Violence and destruction: Depictions of the aftermath of violent battles and the dangerous nature of Tomura’s Quirk.
• Emotional vulnerability: Exploration of trauma, loneliness, and the fragile connection between Lila and Tomura.
• Morally ambiguous relationships: The dynamic between a villain and a child raises questions of ethics and safety.
Masterlist
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Tomura Shigaraki hated detours. He hated wasted time, especially after the disaster that today had been. The heroes had interfered with their plans again, and his irritation bubbled under the surface as he trudged through the ruins of a crumbled neighborhood. The cold night air bit at his skin, making him pull his hoodie tighter over his head.
It wasn’t the first time he’d walked through the wreckage left behind by so-called heroes, and he doubted it would be the last. Still, something about this place felt… different.
He stopped abruptly when a soft sound caught his attention—a hiccup, maybe, or a sniffle. His crimson eyes narrowed as he scanned the rubble.
Nestled between two large pieces of collapsed concrete was a small figure. A child.
The girl couldn’t have been more than five years old. Her tiny frame was engulfed in an oversized, torn sweater that hung limply off her shoulders. Her face was smudged with dirt, and her big, tear-filled eyes peeked out from beneath a curtain of messy hair. She clutched a stuffed rabbit to her chest, its fur matted and one ear missing.
Tomura frowned, his fingers twitching at his sides. “What are you doing here, kid?” he asked, his voice harsher than he intended.
The girl flinched, her grip on the rabbit tightening. “Hiding,” she mumbled, her voice trembling.
“Hiding from what?”
She sniffled and pointed at the collapsed building behind her. “The bad people… and the fire.”
Tomura followed her gaze, his sharp eyes taking in the charred remains of what was once a home. The building had collapsed completely, leaving nothing but rubble and ash. He didn’t need to ask what had happened—heroes had probably been too late, as they so often were.
“What happened?” he asked, crouching down to her level despite himself.
She hesitated, her small hands gripping the rabbit tightly. “Mama and Papa… they didn’t get out,” she whispered, her voice cracking. “The big man said the heroes would save us, but… they didn’t.”
Her words cut deeper than Tomura expected. He stared at her, trying to ignore the strange, uncomfortable feeling creeping into his chest.
“What’s your name?” he asked after a moment.
“Lila,” she said softly. “Who are you?”
“Tomura Shigaraki.”
Her little brow furrowed in confusion. “Are you a hero?”
The question made him bark out a bitter laugh. “Not even close.”
She tilted her head, studying him carefully. “But… you’re not yelling at me. And you’re not leaving.”
Tomura stared at her, unsure how to respond. He should leave. She wasn’t his problem. And yet… he couldn’t bring himself to turn away.
“Do you have a Quirk?” he asked, changing the subject.
Lila blinked, confused. “I dunno. Mama said I didn’t have one yet.”
His frown deepened. Something about her was… off. He couldn’t quite put his finger on it.
“Come on,” he said abruptly, standing up.
“Where?” she asked, her voice small and hesitant.
“With me,” he said. “Unless you want to stay here and wait for the bad people to find you.”
Her eyes widened, and for a moment, she looked like she might cry again. But instead, she scrambled to her feet, clutching her rabbit tightly. “Okay,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper.
She reached for his hand, her tiny fingers curling around his. Tomura stiffened, his instinct to pull away overridden by the realization that his Decay hadn’t activated. He glanced down at her, his mind racing.
When they arrived at the League’s hideout, Lila was practically glued to Tomura’s side. Her small hand refused to let go of his, and she trailed after him like a shadow, her wide eyes darting around nervously.
“What the hell, Shigaraki?” Dabi drawled, raising an eyebrow as he leaned against the wall. “Didn’t know we were running a daycare now.”
“She’s staying,” Tomura said curtly, not bothering to explain.
Toga’s eyes lit up as she bounded over to Lila with a wide grin. “Oh my gosh, she’s adorable!” she squealed. “Can I keep her?”
“No,” Tomura snapped, pulling Lila closer.
The girl buried her face in his leg, clutching his pant leg tightly.
Spinner frowned. “And why exactly are we babysitting?”
Tomura shot him a glare. “Because I said so.”
Lila peeked out from behind Tomura, her voice muffled as she whispered, “Is this your house?”
Toga giggled. “Something like that, sweetie.”
“Do you have food?” Lila asked, her stomach growling audibly.
Tomura sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. “Spinner, get her something to eat.”
Over the next few days, Lila clung to Tomura like a lifeline. She followed him everywhere, her small hand always reaching for his whenever he moved. If he sat down, she was immediately in his lap, her rabbit nestled between them.
At first, it annoyed him. He wasn’t used to having someone so close all the time. But gradually, he found himself… tolerating her.
“Why do you scratch your neck all the time?” she asked one day, looking up at him with curious eyes.
Tomura froze mid-scratch, glaring at her. “None of your business.”
She tilted her head, unfazed by his sharp tone. “Does it hurt?”
He blinked, caught off guard. “No,” he muttered.
“Good,” she said simply, leaning her head against his arm.
One evening, as she sat in his lap drawing on a scrap of paper, Lila looked up at him with a serious expression.
“Why didn’t the heroes save Mama and Papa?” she asked softly.
Tomura’s chest tightened. He didn’t have an answer—at least, not one she would understand.
“They’re not as good as they want you to think,” he said finally.
She nodded, as if that made perfect sense. “I don’t like them,” she said. “They’re liars.”
For the first time in years, Tomura felt a strange, unfamiliar warmth in his chest.
“Don’t worry, kid,” he said, his voice low but firm. “They won't be there for long, i'll make sure of that.”
Lila smiled, reaching up to pat his face with her tiny hand. "Thank you. You’re a bit scary, but you’re not bad.”
Tomura stared at her, the weight of her words settling over him. She didn’t know it yet, but she was far more dangerous than he could ever be. And he would make sure no one took advantage of that.
At first I only wanted to draw Leona sleeping with other cats (aka Grim and Lucius), then got the funny HC he might sleep in random different position and Ruggie would immortalize those moments XD.
I'm sorry Leona but since Crowley's vignette of him snoring loudly, I see him sleep in 2 ways : a cute way and a messy one. Obviously I love more the second one :3.
Already said this but I like Grim and Leona relationship :3.
YES I DO!!! Thanks for asking!! And I love it so much and it's my objective of the year to start it! Doesn't start well cause we're soon in June and I barely made the storyboard of the prologue while they're not even in pirate mode :')....
It will only have the savaclaw boys. I didn't want to add more characters in it cause the whole story will focus on Jack-Leona-Ruggie relationship.
Basically it will be like a pseudo Kingdom hearts kind of thing (very specific, you're welcome).
In the prologue, a door will appear in NRC. A door that open to another world. And a key will be reveal to someone who deeply want to change his life... So, yes. Leona. And by some... Circonstances, he will pass the door with Ruggie and Jack.
But once you pass the door, you'll go to another world in a different life with no memories of before.
But they will meet again in another world and another life. They are still bound to meet in every life.
Ruggie will basically stay the same. Even more loyal to Leona, he owns him his life and they met as kids. He's fearless and is Leona's proud second.
Jack will be the MC, a strong young man with a pure heart who will discover the pirate life but still be stuck to his convictions (like no killing, no drinking etc. A goody two shoes as always). He actually looked up for Leona even if he's a pirate cause he's not your usual kind of pirate.
Leona will be a pirate captain respected and feared and actually having fun and the best time of his life. He was second prince of his country but left it with Ruggie looking for his place in the world. And found it.
Problem is, magic. People using magic are outcast and using magic is usually forbidden for a reason I won't spoil.
And while Jack is the MC, we will follow Leona's objective which is... finding a door to change world.
It will be super cute and have eveything I love 🧡 (will also got some sad and hard moments obviously)! I wrote most of it. Drawing it is another story :')... Got a billion ideas about differents stuff. I have a hard time on focusing on one project... BUT I WILL DO IT!
Here some old to most recent drawings I did about it :3.
Draw these incoming pages for fun, but gonna rewrite it obviously, but it summarizes Leona and Jack relationship in it (read from right to left):
And cause I was OBSESSED with the song "Revenge is gonna be mine" from Once Upon a Time (yes, I'm in love with Hook who ISN'T?) that I listened 1200 times since I discovered it in... February this year (yes I'm late into the part, thanks spotify), I drew this for fun :3:
I really really wanna draw it and I can't wait for you guys to discover it! Of course I'll try to stay close to canon personality wise, but I'll take some liberties cause their stories will be different and show their emotional side more.
like/reblog + credit if use/repost . day 3 of @newgod's event: a character that is a true failboy/failgirl . psd credits . renders taken from deviantart , ik♡ra disc server , this post & some made by me !! . all of the images are official art
Ok ok so I’m thinking dabi as a neighbor to teen reader in the apartment building he lives in and teen reader to say the least doesnt have a good homelife and absolutely hates their dad and so basically they kinda just run over to dabis place for some escape?
A/N: I kind of changed your idea, so hope you don't mind!
-S
+300ish words.
TW/CW: Nothing grapphic. Just mentioned that readers father isn't the greatest dad.
You knew that you should do something, anything. You didn’t deserve this. Your home life had gotten much worse in the past few months, and you knew that you needed to get out.
You sat at the bus stop outside waiting for the bus, bags full and all of your money in your wallet.
But even though you knew that you needed to do this you were terrified for the future that seemed so blurry at that moment.
Across the street your neighbor, Dabi, came outside lighting a cigarette with his quirk.
You had met for the most time when you had accidently locked yourself out whilst coming home in the middle of the night. With a fear of waking up your father, Dabi had seen you and helped you to climb to the second-floor window, which was your room.
Dabi was mostly a bit of a loner and kind of off putting, but you liked him. He understood where others didn’t.
“Where you going, kid?” Dabi’s voice broke you from your thoughts.
“I’m leaving for a while...”
“And your dad knows about this... trip?”
Dabi dropped the cigarette to the wet ground, putting it out before walking to you.
“And do you have a plan where you are going?”
Even if Dabi tried to keep his tone just as unbothered as usual, but you could recognize the change. He knew... He knew what you were doing...
Tears welled up in your eyes, and you buried your head in your hands, not wanting to see his face.
“How about you come to my place, and we can talk about your situation.”
Your eyes flew to Dabi.
“You don’t have to go back if you don’t want to, but I can help you, if you let me...”
yo so this is so random but can you write headcanons abt like how aizawa (as a teacher ofc) would react to seeing like scars on a student (reader g/n for the sake of hcs) arms and maybe shoulder-
like just- white and pink lines he caught a glimpse of and how he'd react 💀
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Paring: Teacher!Aizawa x cutting!y/n (PLATONIC STUDENT TEACHER RELATIONSHIP ONLY)
Summary: The moon eventually goes down, and so do you, one in a while it'll appear red and it matches you, someone will notice, someone will care.
Warnings: mentions a lot of blood, gn!reader, reader is a teen (16ish), reader cutting, graphic language? (hell, fuck), THIS IS A PLATONIC STORY, reader is suicidal-ish,
Just Another Problem Child
(A/n) The fic part was longer than I expected, so uhh, good luck with reading it. I hope you like it! Make sure to check out my other mha fics (especially the dabi one), reblogs, and likes are cherished
●. You were well, you the same person who everyone had the same view on, which was that they knew barely anything about you. It didn't matter if you were as cheerful as Mirio or quieter than Tamaki.
●. No one ever saw you in the locker rooms. Hell, you were already changed by the time, Mister. Aizawa called for training. Nobody thought anything different about it. Why would anyone think about you?
●. Now, of course, your classmates might be blind but aizawa is certainly not, I mean, at first, he thought it was just from your quirk or from training. Such a fool he was.
●. Buy now as the villain attacks grew more in size and damage, and with Principle Nezu's great idea to send 16 year olds to battles. The injuries grew more frequently, especially for you, Bakugo (his ego), and Deku.
●. Guess who got hurt. You. Again. For the 5th time. This week.
●. So this time, when it was you, Aizawa had to, unfortunately, escort you to recovery girl. Which was not a pretty sight.
●. Aizawa got so concerned, did he show it. No, but that doesn't matter right now. What even happened? So when your dumbass was sent on a mission with a few other kids from class 1-B were on a mission with aizawa.
●. But alas, even the moon eventually goes down. So here Aizawa is, dragging you to the recovery room where recovery girl is standing there with her hands and her hips.
●. So yeah, you were screwed, Aizawa out of all teachers saw this. Maybe it it were All-Might or midnight you could get by with lying. Guess you got to see how this goes.
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Well, well, just look at yourself. I mean, just three days ago, you were holding a small blade to your shoulder. Watching as the blade ticked off slices of skin and bits of blood. Your eyes were flickering to where flecks of blood landed. Your arms. Oh, your arms, how pretty would they look with pink scars intertwining within each other? But that was just three days before you, Mirio, and Tokoyami left with aizawa for a mission.
"Why is he so damn heavy" one of the medics heaved while attempting to lift Mirio up. No like seriously, what milk is he drinking? All-Might%.
"Yeah, well, at least yours isn't quoting. My Cemical Romance" The other one grunted, pulling Tokoyami's poetic ass onto the stretcher.
It was a difficult one, Mirio and Tokoyami had already been sent to recovery, girl, so had you. Now, you were just resting on the beds, waiting for your wounds to heal. My god, how much homework would you have to make up? Anyway, you could think of those when you woke up, but here stood Aizawa. His eyes skimmed over your sleeping face, but something looked wrong...???
"What has Y/n gotten their selfs into now?"
His eyes dropped just low enough to see the pink lines on your shoulder blade. Oh, how it almost blended in with your skin. Too bad for you now, Aizawa knows one more thing about you. The most important thing about you. Hell, your name is useless compared to this.
"Y....y/n..??"
Next week, after 3rd period Aizawa’s voice called out, breaking through whatever thoughts you were daydreaming about. As a piece of chalk tapped your desk with the soft Tick you shook your head.
"I don't want to push, but those lines on your shoulder. They're not from training, are they?"
Your eyes widened, damn you are cooked, theirs no way you can lie about this now. Well, at least go through your opinions. Come on now! There's "I got attacked by a bird" or the classic "A cat scratched me while on my way home," or maybe you could say, "A bush caught my shoulder." No, you're cooked. Oh well.
"N..no," you mumbled, voice soft and low at the same time. You kept those eyes lowered. There's no damn way you are about to look THE Eraserhead in the eyes right now.
"Hn, I thought so," he clicked his tongue at the last syllable, taking a few moments before speaking.
"You can y'know always talk to me"
How the hell did he say that? So kindly, too. I mean, you were just another problem child among the many others.
"O.. okay?"
It won't matter if you're lying or not. He can and will raid your dorm to remove all and any blades. Yes, even the kid scissors on your desk, yes, even any sharp enough object. He dose not give a single fuck if its apart of your hero costume.
heyyy I was wondering if you could do a Dabi x teen reader who gets drunk at a party for the first time and trying not to get caught by Dabi when they get home? I’m having the WORST hangover rnnn. Tysmm
A/N: Thanks for the request, hope you like it!
-S
+300ish words.
Getting to the hallway had been a struggle even with your friends’ help. You couldn’t stay still and felt the room turn around you every time you closed your eyes.
Your friends had to leave you to go the rest of the way by yourself. The last thing you wanted was Dabi possibly meeting your friends like this.
You bit your lip trying to keep the laughing which was trying to spill from your lips. The idea of Dabi meeting your friends like this would have been hilarious if not most likely deadly.
You pulled your keys from your pocket trying to find the right one but somehow ended up dropping them to the floor, letting out a massive cling.
And of course, when you bent down your vision started to spiral, your balance gave up against your will and you found yourself on the cold and dirty floor.
You let out a deep sigh and took a moment to collect yourself.
“Well, this is unexpected...”
Dabi, your roommate and the closest thing that you had for a family, standing at the door that you had tried to reach.
Dabi had a sly smile on his face while looking down on you.
“Do not start.” You attempted to sound threatening, but it really didn’t seem to work while you were sitting on the ground.
“My bad, I will start to make fun of you only when you feel better.”
Dabi gently pulled you off of the floor and walked you inside leading you straight to your room.
“Are you feeling sick?” Dabi asked, sounding more caring than you had expected.
You shook your head.
“Well, I’m going to get you a bucket anyway. Just lay down for now.”
Dabi did in fact bring you a bucket but also a glass of water and a piece of toast that you ate happily before falling asleep.
You look down at the man resting against your chest, finally asleep. Dried blood coats your fingertips. Touya would show up at your home occasionally and unannounced, but then act as if he had been here his entire life, almost like a stray cat. You absentmindedly brush your thumb along his cheek. A touch careful, tender, merely grazing the scarred skin.
You who trembled in my arms and wept tears of blood…just what kind of story do you have to tell? What kind of life have you led?
Passing thoughts cross your mind, but you won’t actually question it, and you don’t need to really, and that may be what Touya likes about you. You don't need to know everything to understand. After all, wouldn't you know what it's like to crave a silent comfort, free of judgement? What really matters is that you're there. You always are, and you always will be. You glance one last time at his peaceful, resting face, a soft smile creeping its way on your face. And right now, in this moment, that's all Touya needs.
I'd like to request Dabi, Shigaraki, Shinsou, and Toga adopting a cat with platonic!gn reader?
GO KITTY GO!
pairings: dabi x gn! reader, tomura shigaraki x gn! reader, hitoshi shinsou x gn! reader, himiko toga x gn! reader (all platonic)
genre: fluff, platonic
warnings: reader is gender neutral, toga tries to kill the cat (she doesn't), swearing
a/n: hope u enjoy <3 VERY old draft
– dabi
the most time he's spent with cats of any kind is the stray kittens he finds in the alley sometimes, and he didn't have any pets growing up (that he remembers anyway) so he has absolutely 0 clue what he's doing (but I think we all know that).
will steal food and toys nd shit for the cat but will act like he didn't even though it's very very obvious who did it
tries to act like he hates the cat even though you swear you've seen him petting it while it sat on his lap before. don't bother asking him about it. he'll never admit it nor will he tell the truth (the truth being that he loves the little shit)
– shigaraki tomura
i imagine he likes cats just gets a little worried about touching them (worries mainly come from his memories of his dog and... what happened with that)
if we're talking him w the art gloves then he's petting the cat all the time. like, you know those bad guys in movies that turn around in their spinny chair all slow petting a cat that's sitting on their lap? that's boutta be him
another one who tries SO hard to act like a dgaf but you've caught him playing his video games with the cat napping by him. picture evidence and everything so he can't even deny it
– shinso hitoshi
this guy fucking LOVES cats so when u brought the idea up he jumped on that shit real quick (tries to act all chill about it though)
has had to spend a shit ton of money buying more storage for his phone because he legit uses ALL of it on pictures/vids of the cat (also all of his pfps are of the cat, mostly the funny ones). it's starting to lowkey become a problem.
the cats name is suspiciously similar to eraserhead (he says it's because the cat sleeps all of the time like aizawa)
– toga himiko
i'm sorry, but she most likely tried to kill it when u first got it (y'know her whole thing with the bird? yeah, like that). you stopped her just in time, though!! the cat was scared for a while, but now they're besties
her and the cat will just sit there and stare at each other for a while (also do the slow blinking thing). you've seen them do it for 5 min straight before. you don't question it anymore.
makes sure her room is STOCKED with treats, toys, etc, so don't even worry about that (though u should worry about how she got that stuff in the first place)
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