Nothing is stranger than the fact we actively know that Lyney's stability is tied to his sister. The more I look at his character and the moments where he breaks more, it's makes me realize that he's not as stable as I gave credit for?
Like, that moment in the fortress when he attacked Wriothesley plus moments in his voicelines about delusions points to the idea that he doesn't value his life. He's so willing to throw away his life for his siblings that if he'd make himself miserable to keep them out of what he perceives as danger.
When with his sister, he's a great planner and an excellent manipulator. On his own, he's a lot more reckless and what keeps his anxiety in check is the fact he normally knows exactly what his sister is doing.
When he doesn't, all hell breaks loose. He tends to give in to his anxious thoughts especially when there's anything that validates them.
Then entire Archon quest is just like: Lyney...deep breaths, I'm begging you.
He's just constantly on my mind so I'm subjecting the world to my takes on his questionable behavior. If you don't agree, it's technically a headcannon. 🤷🏿
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A/N: frothing at the mouth hhrrrggg domestic fluff with Dabi
Contains: swearing, referring to reader as 'housewife' but otherwise gn
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Dabi leaned against the doorframe, his azure eyes taking in the sight of you trailing around the kitchen. A small collection of pots stood sizzling away on the stove -- their scent wafting into the hideout hallways. It smelled so goddamn good. The fragrance was what drew Dabi here in the first place. Whatever you had cooking was going to be delicious, he could already tell. It was rather strange to see something like this though. Dabi was so used to taking care of himself, seeing you dart around the kitchen like a precious little housewife was wild. The apron was a nice touch too.
"What's cookin'?" Dabi said, causing you to jump. You very nearly dropped the spoon you were holding, clutching your chest in surprise.
"For fuck's--" you sighed out. Dabi chuckled as you shook your head and recovered from his startling appearance. "Soup. It's soup."
Not exactly the most glamorous meal, but what can you do? You were no miracle worker when it came to supplying the League with food. Their stocks and supplies were almost always low, having to rely on less-savory ways of obtaining goods as villains. So, you did your best with what you had.
Dabi moved in behind you as you worked. "Smells good, sweet thing." His arms coiled around your waist, resting on your hips so he could hold onto you. "I'm starving. Won't you let me have a taste?" he asked before pressing his lips against the back of your neck.
"It'll be done in about twenty minutes..."
"Babe, I don't mean the food," Dabi said. "It's the goddamn apron, I swear. Why'd you have to wear that, huh? Looking like my sweet little housewife."
The grip around your waist tightened. He pulled your hips back against his, strong arms locking you in place. Held firmly in his embrace. Dabi's hot breath caressed your neck as he buried his face against your skin. Lips and teeth nipping at the pulse point on the side of your throat. You gasped -- tensing as he bit down, sucking the skin between his lips to leave behind a bright mark.
"Dabi knock it off, I'm trying to work --"
He chuckled. "And I'm trying to distract you. Is it working?" As he spoke, Dabi squeezed your hips with his palms, kneading the curves and dips of your body with his hands. You fucking hated how good it felt.
"You're the WORST," you said, turning so you could kiss his dumb face and shut him up. Dabi laughed into the kiss -- the sound muffled by your hungry lips. "Consider me distracted. If this burns while we're 'busy' you're responsible for feeding the others."
"We'll be quick," Dabi started. "We can have the main course later."
You were just constantly starving for each other, weren't you?
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