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I really wanted to see more of y/n and overhauls past dynamic it was really interesting

Aw thanks! I was actually thinking of doing a prequel to this story with overhaul and y/n where is goes into more detail of what happened between them. Is that something people would be interested in?

#my hero academia #mha #shigaraki #overhaul

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You Promised pt. 7

Alrighty everyone, this is finally the final part to this series!! Sorry about the ending... decided to crush some spirits. Pleaseee let me know if you enjoyed, or if you have any requests for my next fic :) 

Bro... this fanart omfg... 😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍

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Everyone was shocked the next morning when I emerged from Shigaraki’s room, wearing one of his shirts with my necks absolutely covered in hickeys. It was obvious what they thought, but neither Shigaraki or I corrected them. It was better than explaining the alternative. 

Luckily, the focus wasn’t on us for very long. Twice burst into the base only an hour after I had woken up, waving a telegraph message we had received from the heroes. They were willing to meet with us in exchange for Bakugou. 

“We can’t attack until the right moment. The heroes are sure to be ready for anything we try, so you all have to follow me.” Shigaraki looked around at everyone, and we nodded in agreement. 

Two new members of the League sat with us; the Usurper and Nine. They had only arrived three days ago, and I still wasn’t sure about Nine. He was quiet, barely speaking to anyone in the League, radiating a silent fury that put me on edge. I didn’t trust him, of course, because I didn’t really trust anyone. But I trusted him less than most. 

I had talked to Shigaraki about it, but we both agreed that we needed the extra man power. So I decided I would keep an eye on him instead.

I met Shigaraki behind the bar as the rest of the League got ready to move. He glanced at me, concern furrowing his brow. 

I smiled, trying to ease his concern. “Shig--Tomura. It’ll be fine.”

He brushed my hair back, careful not to touch all five fingers to any part of me. We were heading into a battle, which meant that his hands were fully exposed and free to use as weapons. 

His eyes were intense as he gazed at me. “You’ll stick by me so I can protect you?”

I rolled my eyes. “I can protect myself.” 

He sighed. “Please just--it would make me less worried.”

“Ok ugh,” I groaned. “I promise I’ll stay near you.” He smiled a little beneath his mask, and I bit my lip. “Tomura…” I wanted to tell him I loved him. It had been true for a while, and I needed to get my feelings on the table soon. But the fear of rejection crept through my mind, making my words stutter. What would I do if he didn’t feel the same way? Or if he was scared away? I knew that Shigaraki hadn’t grown up with a lot of affection in his life, and I worried that he wouldn’t know how to take it. 

So instead, I smirked. “I have something to tell you after this battle.” 

He raised his eyebrows. “Ok then…” 

My heart raced, but I stretched up and kissed him on the cheek lightly. “Let’s go take down some heroes.” 

We had decided to meet the heroes on the outskirts of the city, but the lot was empty as we all stepped out of the portal Kurogiri created for us. My eyes narrowed as I surveyed the quiet silhouettes of the buildings around us. The heroes could be anywhere. 

I glanced over at Katsuki Bakugou, who was chained with his hands behind his back and a gag in his mouth. His eyes were murderous, piercing anyone who looked at him. Ugh, I was glad to be rid of him. 

I felt myself tense as I spotted movement across the lot. Five heroes, All Might in front of them, headed towards us. Shigaraki shuddered beside me, whether from anticipation or fear I wasn’t sure.

“Villains! We have come to the place you specified. Now hand over Katsuki Bakugou.” All Might’s voice echoed over the silent space, and I felt my hands clench in fury. 

Shigaraki stepped forward, his hands in his pockets. “We have a few conditions.” He paused, waiting for any objections, but everyone was silent. “When we leave here today, we do not want to be followed. No one will be attacked or imprisoned. You will provide us with the money I specified in my original message. And…” He sneered. “All Might will step down as a hero.” 

A few of the heroes’ eyes widened, glancing at the symbol of peace. He was still smiling, although his eyes were slightly narrowed. “That wasn’t part of the deal.” 

“It is now.” 

The silence was almost unbearable. My fingers twitched, brushing against the guns and knives hidden across my uniform to make myself feel better. 

We had counted on the heroes making an unexpected attack, but we didn’t prepare for someone from our own side going rogue. 

I heard Toga’s voice to my left. “Nine, what are you doing?”

My head snapped in his direction, eyes widening. The massive villain wasn’t looking at any of us as he shoved forward, his gaze glued to one of the heroes on the front line a few yards away. 

“It’s your fault they’re all dead!” His voice, which had always been so calm and serious for the time I had known him was a high pitched, broken scream as he lunged at the heroes.

“No!!” I heard Shigaraki yell, before chaos erupted. Police swarmed from behind the buildings, gunshots echoing violently across the space. Nine fell before he could take two steps, his blood splattering the pavement. 

I hit the deck, gasping as I watched my friends charge the heroes. Kurogiri opened a portal behind me, and nomu poured into the clearing, their blank eyes fixed on the heroes. Gunshots and yelling overwhelmed me, but I searched desperately for Shigaraki. 

“Tomura!!!” I screamed, but he wasn’t near me anymore, lost to the sudden chaos. All I could do now was fight for my life.

I pulled my gun from my waist belt, pointing it at the blue clad forms of the police officers. I barely felt the kickback as I fired over and over, watching my targets fall as I shot them in their vital points. 

We were outnumbered, but we had the advantage of not caring whether or not we killed anyone. The goody-two-shoes heroes were confined by their morals, and it would be their downfall. 

Time seemed to melt together as I fought the heroes. Things moved unbelievably fast around me, and yet years seemed to pass in the blink of an eye. I had no idea if an hour or ten minutes had gone by when I felt a hand on my arm. I was yanked back against one of the nearby buildings, and my shot went wild. 

“Y/n!” Toga’s familiar voice whispered in my ear. 

“Toga, what—“

“Look! We’re getting overwhelmed! We need to stay out of the way and regroup later!” 

“What?” I whipped around to see that she was right. I hadn’t noticed before, but more reinforcement officers were pouring into the site, their guns pointed at the League. My friends looked beaten down, blood dripping from wounds as they raised their hands in the air in surrender. 

I saw a bright flash of fire, and I felt a low sob burst through my lips as I was Dabi and Shigaraki, back to back as they continued to fight. Dabi took out the long range attackers, and Shigaraki disintegrated anyone who got close. 

As I watched, All Might charged them, a blur of blue, red, and blonde. Dabi was on the ground before I could blink, six guns pointed at his head as the police surrounded him. Shigaraki stood with All Might’s arm around his neck, his arms pinned to his sides to keep him from using his quirk. 

“Surrender! You’re defeated!” All Might boomed. 

I couldn’t hear Shigaraki from my position, but he struggled and spat something in the symbol of peace’s direction. I knew he would never surrender to the heroes. He would rather die. The thought made my stomach clench, and I wrenched my arm free of Toga’s grip. I had to stop this. 

“Stop it!” I screamed as I watched All Might tighten his grip around Shigaraki’s neck, making the villain’s face turn red. Everyone turned to look at me, and I stumbled as I heard a dozen guns reload and point at me. 

Shigaraki’s eyes widened in fear, and he began to struggle harder to desperately try and reach me. 

When All Might saw me, his eyes widened and his mouth formed a name. 

“You bastard!” I shrieked at him. “Let them go!” The hero looked confused and conflicted. “Who are you?” 

My fists clenched, but I straightened my back and plastered on a sneer. “What do you mean? You don’t even remember your own daughter?”

Silence seemed to ripple out in waves. Everyone in hearing distance gaped at me, none of them comprehending or believing. Shigaraki had gone still, and Dabi had his mouth open, eyes wide. 

“Don’t you remember the old lighting quirk number 5 hero, Tempest? Cassidy Yuri?” 

I knew he did. The name he had mouthed when he had seen me was hers. I looked just like her. 

I could see the realization dawn in his eyes, and then rejection. The world was still silent, and I took the opportunity to keep talking. It was as if the words had been bottled up, and now exploded with more force than I would have ever imagined. 

“You left her and your baby. You abandoned us. And it was because of you that I suffered my entire life!” My voice ended in a scream, spit flying from my mouth. 

The first thing I could remember my mother telling me was that it was my fault All Might had left us. She never told me she loved me, she never showed me any form of affection. She blamed all our problems on me, and the first opportunity she got, she sold me to a black market testing facility where they experimented on quirks. 

I remembered the way the electricity would be drawn out of me, scalpels and knives cutting me up to see how my body reacted. I was only three years old, and all I understood was pain. 

All Might never came for me, and I was locked away in the dark. The only person that was ever on my side was ME. At least until the League of Villains. Which was why I wouldn’t let them rot away in prison, not if I could help it. 

I felt an unfamiliar prickle in my finger tips, something I hadn’t felt for fifteen years. I had buried it under hatred and fear, and it was never worth uncovering it to save myself. But now, I was saving something I cared more about than myself. 

“You’re lying...Cassidy would have told me if we had a baby!” All Might was staring at me, his eyes wide. 

“Did you ever stop to consider what happened to her after she dropped off the face of the earth and went crazy? You ignored it, because you didn’t want to deal with the mess!” 

All Might was still shaking his head, but storm clouds were twisting in the sky. Darkness seemed to leak into the clouds, and lighting flashed above us. 

“No, it can’t be true.” He was still shaking his head, and I sneered. 

“You don’t deserve to be the number one hero.” 

I lifted my hands, and lightning arced across the sky in a golden bolt. Electricity rippled over my skin, making my hair stand on end, and I took a deep breath. I had never learned how to control my quirk, which meant that I was going to have to rely on brute strength instead of precision. 

I clenched my fists, and the world erupted. Thunder boomed, shaking the ground, and lighting struck the earth in an electricity storm. The light was blinding, and I couldn’t tell what was happening through the chaos. I prayed I didn’t hit any of my friends. I mostly just wanted to cause confusion so they could escape on their own. 

The lightning flashed again, and I finally found Shigaraki’s eyes. He was running towards me, free of All Might. His eyes were wide as he screamed, and I suddenly felt a gentle touch on my waist. 

“Pretty light show, Mini Might. Too bad it can’t last.” The familiar voice made my heart stop, and the storm seemed to falter. No, not now. Not when I was so close to finishing this. 

My stomach burned, and I slowly looked down. A large knife protruded from my abdomen, blood leaking from it’s tip. 

Overhaul sounded a bit sad as he spoke in my ear. “I didn’t want to kill you, you know. But I need to maintain my honor and the honor of the Shie Hassaikai, and you betrayed me twice. Don’t worry though, the poison will work fast. It’s my last gift to you.” 

I felt his hand brush my hair, but I was scanning the crowd, looking for Tomura. I found him after a moment, still fighting to get to me. His hand mask had gotten lost, and his eyes were wild as they met mine. 

I wanted to tell him I loved him, but my mouth wouldn’t work. I could feel the poison working, slowing my heart down to a sluggish pulse. Why….

My hands shook, and I tried to smile. It would be ok. 

I love you. 

Shigaraki POV (five minutes earlier):

As Y/n revealed her true identity as the daughter of All Might, the symbol of peace, I felt nothing except for fear for her safety. Obviously I was surprised, but I knew she had her reasons for hiding it. If anything, it made me love her even more; we both had been abandoned by the heroes that swore to protect everyone. Once we got out of this alive, I’d really let it sink in. 

Before anyone could recover from that shock, the sky transformed into a blackened spiral of twisting clouds and lightning. I could see that it was Y/n’s rage and desperation that was controlling it, but she didn’t have any sort of handle on her quirk. It responded, but she wouldn’t be able to direct it. 

When the world exploded into electricity and sound, I slid from All Might’s grasp and sprinted towards the powerful, furious assassin. I could see her struggling to keep it under control, her hands outstretched and her eyes concentrated. 

But as she met my eyes, I was hit with a powerful sense of deja vu. Behind her, Spinner was swelling and cracking, his atoms rebuilding to form his true identity, and I realized I was too far away to reach her in time. The terror was just in like the mall, watching her eyes widen in surprise, a knife emerging from her stomach in a spray of blood. I almost threw up at the sight of it. 

I watched her eyes searching desperately, flickering even as her knees began to shake and weaken. When she finally met my eyes, I could see that she was afraid. 

But she wouldn’t die. She hadn’t told me what she wanted to say before this battle. And there was so much that I wanted to do with her. She wouldn’t die when we had just finally found each other. 

I was screaming as Overhaul tugged the knife from her stomach, and she slumped forward. She was dead before she hit the ground. 

Dabi POV: 

I watched Y/n fall, disbelief numbing my whole body. Only seconds before, I had watched her become All Might’s daughter, as well as the possessor of a powerful quirk. I had so many questions for her, and I needed to corner her about them later. 

So why...why were her eyes open and blank? Why was blood pouring from her stomach, forming a sickening halo around her body?

“NO!” I roared, and somewhere, I heard Shigaraki screaming. Rage erupted in me so violently, I could barely see. If anyone was going to be hurt, she was the one I would have wanted to protect; I knew the entire League would feel the same. 

I could feel my skin heating up, feeling too tight for my bones, and I let my quirk shudder out of me in a blue wave of heat and light. The fire pulsed, turning everyone in its path to ashes as it rolled in waves off my skin. 

I heard someone yelling a challenge, and I turned in their direction. The cold killing calm had washed over me, blanking out everything else, but as I met the glowing eyes of my father, it stuttered. My fists curled as I watched the man who had tossed me aside, labelling me a failure and leaving me for dead. The man I had devoted my life to killing. 

I raised my hands, and my blue fire exploded in a pillar of light. Endeavor followed in suit, blocking my attack with his own fire. The heat was intense even for me, and the sky turned purple as father and son faced off for the final time. 

Shigaraki POV:

Piles of dust surrounded me and drifted through the air, looking like ashes in the wind. There would be no bodies of those who challenged me today, just powder. 

I had no idea how long it had been, but I still hadn’t managed to get to Y/n. In the distance, I could see flashes of blue and red flames still battling like they had been for a while. I didn’t have any idea who had the upper hand, but I could see Dabi still fighting. 

My breath rasped past my lips as I gazed around at the rest of my team: Toga and Mr. Compress were in chains, being shoved into a barred truck to be taken to Tartarus. Spinner was dead, killed by Overhaul, and Twice was on the ground having been shot six times. I had no idea if he was still breathing. The nomu still fought, but they were slowly being pushed back. 

A few of Overhaul’s men had joined the fight, identifiable by their black gear and plague masks, but they weren’t working to help us. They fought both the police and the League, creating even more chaos. 

As I watched, one of the Shie Hassaikai (a massive boar monster) charged through Dabi’s blue flames and lunged at him. He managed to turn towards the creature in time, but his eyes were dead and empty. He didn’t even put up a fight as the monster buried it’s fangs into his neck and ripped his head from his body. 

I didn’t care. I just needed to get to Y/n. 

A dozen police officers formed a tight formation around me, their guns cocked and ready to shoot me down if I moved. I just had to get past them, and then I could find her. She had survived worse, so she would survive this. 

I lunged at the nearest officer, but I heard a yell from behind me. “Dart him!” 

I felt a sting against my neck, and the world tilted. 

No. I promised I wouldn’t leave her. I promised….

Everything went black. 

      ~~~~~

I woke up in a white room, my hands locked in iron behind my back. I sat in a chair, and from the way my body ached, I had been there for a while. There was a tinted window in front of me, where I assumed people would come and ask me questions. 

I twisted my wrists violently, trying to free myself. How long had it been? What had happened to everyone? Where was I?

Y/n…

“Where is she?” I screamed, and I felt my wrists pinch as I tore at them. 

There was silence beyond the glass, and I struggled harder. After a long moment, a disembodied voice echoed. 

“Do you mean the daughter of All Might?” 

My face twisted into a sneer. “She’s no daughter of his. By blood maybe, but he abandoned her! Where is she?” The voice paused again, sounding reluctant when it finally spoke. “She’s dead.” 

The words washed over me, passing over my head. It wasn’t possible. 

“Stop fucking lying! Where is she???” I screamed so loud, my throat scrapped. 

Voices murmured on the other side, but no one answered me again. 

“Are there any more members of the League of Villains?” 

I had the unbearable urge to scratch my neck, but my hands were tied. I had promised her I would never leave. She must be so mad. 

The white walls seemed to glow, the luminescent bulb overhead glaring down. I couldn’t think anymore. 

“Don’t worry,” I muttered, staring straight ahead.. “I’ll come back and find you. You can tell me what you wanted to say. We can watch all the movies you wanted, and I’ll even invite Dabi. Ok?” 

“Patient number 0067 has shown signs of clinical insanity, psycho depression, and hallucinations, as well as psychotic episodes…” 

The voice droned on like it usually did. How long had it been? 

The food tasted like dirt. What did dirt taste like again? What did it look like? 

All that remained the same was the white walls, the bulb above me. 

Shadows flickered but--

My mind emptied over time. 

Eventually, all I knew was that I had broken a promise. 

I could never fix it. 

Chapter 6

#Shigaraki #tomurashigaraki #shiggy #shigaraki x reader #Dabi #mha dabi #overhaul #mha #My Hero #my hero academia

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You Promised pt. 6

TRIGGER WARNING: this chapter contains a rape scene. Please don’t read if you get triggered by anything like this. 

In comes Overhaul everyone! And you start getting a bit of backstory hehe

Art by @ndk_hrak on Twitter!!

As we waited in the warehouse for Overhaul and the Shie Hassaikai to arrive, I had never been more nervous. My hands shook violently and a cold sweat trickled down my back, despite all the powerful villains surrounding me. I wore my bodysuit, as well as a black sweatshirt with the hood pulled over my face so Kai wouldn’t immediately single me out. 

The door to the warehouse groaned, and footsteps echoed as Twice led the shadowed figure of Overhaul to our meeting spot. The dark-haired heir to the Shie Hassaikai wore a red and gold plague mask over the lower half of his features, his gold eyes glaring from between dark lashes. He wore white gloves covering his hands, and just looking at them made me shudder. I knew what would happen if he decided to take them off. 

“Well now,” Shigaraki hissed. “You’ve brought us a pretty big catch, Twice.” 

“You think so?” Overhaul said, and I felt a shudder creep down my spine at his voice. He sounded older and crueler if that were possible. “Strange, coming from you, the League of Villains.”

Although Shigaraki wore his hand mask, I could tell he was sneering. “Why did you request a meeting with us?”

Overhaul moved closer, surveying Magne, Mr. Compress, Toga, and I carefully. Assessing the threat. I almost slumped with relief when he didn’t look at me twice. 

“You want to take down All Might. But do you have a plan? A goal without a plan is just a wish. You need direction to achieve your goals, and I have a plan. I didn’t come here today because I wanted to join you.” 

Shigaraki was like a tightly wound spring, fists clenched with anger as he realized what Overhaul was saying. The tension was palpable, and I could feel my heartbeat pounding in my ears. The two powerful villains were glaring at each other, both ready to tear each other apart. What would happen if they actually fought? I couldn’t let that happen. 

Overhaul crossed his arms. “In order to execute my design I need money. Unfortunately, there aren’t many people willing to invest in some obsolete small time Yakuza. Now, your group on the other hand has widespread name recognition. Put yourself under me. Make me your new leader, and I’ll show you exactly how to use the right tools.” 

“Leave,” Shigaraki snarled, his voice low. 

Before Overhaul could respond, Magne leapt from her position next to me, using her magnetism to drag the Hassaikai leader towards her. 

“Sorry about this small fry, but we didn’t band together to serve under somebody’s boot!” She lifted her metal block, readying it to smash Overhaul to a pulp. 

I watched in horror as he tugged at one of his gloves, reaching out to touch my friend on the arm as they collided. “No!” I screamed, but it was too late. 

Magne erupted in a fountain of blood, her top half literally exploding into nothing. Overhaul ducked beneath the gore as it rained down around him, and I covered my mouth with my hand to stop myself from screaming. 

“No! Big sis Magne!” Toga gasped from beside me, and Shigaraki’s eyes were wide. 

“Just remember you made the first move,” Overhaul growled, getting to his feet slowly. “Ugh, I’m filthy now. That’s why I hate the aftermath.” 

I felt more than saw Mr. Compress move from beside me, and I lunged forward, pulling my hood down. I couldn’t let this fight go any further. It was my fault that Magne was dead; I should have stopped her earlier. “STOP!” 

I placed myself between Overhaul and Shigaraki (definitely not the best place to be) when suddenly the wall of the warehouse exploded in a cloud of dust. Three massive figures appeared, all wearing plague masks and carrying huge weapons as they charged us. My eyes widened with fear as one of them leapt at me, but Shigaraki was there, his bare hand grabbing the arm of my attacker and turning him to dust. 

“Are you alright?” Shigaraki met my eyes, and I nodded quickly. 

“Stop now!” Overhaul’s cold voice echoed throughout the warehouse, making his companions freeze in their attack. His gold eyes shifted to me, wide with shock. “You…” 

I swallowed, pushing my hood back all the way back and shaking out my hair. “Hello Kai.” 

I watched his shock fade into confusion. “Y/n L/n? How are you here? How are you alive?” 

“I joined the League of Villains,” I said flatly, pushing my trembling hands against my legs. 

“Why?” His eyes were wide, a little desperate and crazy. “You know I searched for you when you disappeared? I thought you had died!” He reached for me, his voice strained, but I jumped back. 

“I did die. I’m not the same person,” I gritted my teeth. 

Slowly, his face relaxed, the insane light dimming in his eyes. It was like he flipped a switch. “Of course. I just missed you, that’s all Mini Mi--.” 

“Don’t call me that.” 

“What? They don’t know?”

I clenched my teeth and ignored the question. “We shouldn’t fight--we’re all on the same side here. We will not work under you, but maybe we can come to some sort of an agreement to work together against the heroes. We can provide you with money if you give us some of your manpower in return.” 

Kai smiled slightly, eyes crinkling behind his mask. I watched his eyes trail over my skin tight black bodysuit, taking in the changes my body had undergone since I was thirteen. The suit did nothing to hide the curves of my hips or breasts, and I suddenly wanted to cover myself with my arms. 

“You’ve grown up,” Kai said softly, meeting my eyes again. My hands were shaking so hard that I was sure everyone would be able to notice. 

Calm down. 

“What do you mean, work with them?!” Mr. Compress yelled from his position behind me. “He killed Magne!” Tears threatened, and I wanted to punch myself. What was it about Kai that made my emotions go so out of control? It had been six years, and yet nothing had changed.

I glared over my shoulder. “You think I don’t know that? But don’t you think they’d be better allies than enemies?” 

“We don’t need this insolent idiot,” Shigaraki snarled from beside me, glowering at Overhaul. He didn’t understand. None of them did. We couldn’t just leave here neutrally--it was one or the other. Kai didn’t let things slide; if he thought you were sick, he would stop at nothing to “cure” you. 

As if reading my thoughts, Overhaul tilted his head and stared at me. “You know better, don’t you, Y/n? If you’re going to win, you need my help.”

I shook my head, glaring at him. “We don’t need you, you murderous bastard. We just don’t need you as an enemy.” 

Kai smirked. “Come over here, baby. I want to talk to you more.” 

My mouth opened in outrage, and Shigaraki snarled loudly. “Who do you think you are?” “I just want to have a conversation with an old friend. We wouldn’t want things to get...ugly, would we?” He slowly reached for his white glove, and my eyes went wide. 

“Stop,” I snapped. “We aren’t here to fight you.” 

“Then come here.” 

I clenched my fists, my fingernails digging deep marks into my palms. Shoving aside my dignity, I stepped towards Overhaul. 

“What are you doing?” Shigaraki hissed, reaching for me. At the last second, he realized he wasn’t wearing any protection, and couldn’t touch me. 

“It’s fine,” I looked at him imploringly. “Just give me one second.” 

His eyes flashed with fury, but he didn’t move as I walked over to Overhaul. 

Stopping in front of him, I glared. “What do you want?” His eyes softened a little as he examined my face, reaching out a hand slowly to run his palm along my neck. “I want to make a deal with you.” 

I bit my tongue to keep from flinching out of his grip. “What’s your offer?” 

“I and the rest of the Shie Hassaikai will not fight you today, or get in your way ever again. All I ask for in exchange is that you come back with me to our base for the next twenty four hours. We have a lot to discuss since the last time we saw each other.” 

I felt my face drain of color. It was the one thing I wanted to avoid, the worst possible outcome. But...if it meant my friends wouldn’t get hurt…

“I and the rest of the Shie Hassaikai will not fight you today” is what he said. It was an outward threat; if I didn’t go with him, he would kill my friends. 

I glanced back over my shoulder at Shigaraki, who watched my every movement with an intensity that could have burned a hole through the floor. He would never allow it, but I needed him to be safe. It was my decision. 

“Fine,” I whispered, eyes dropping to the floor. 

“Good girl,” Kai murmured, his large hand brushing back my hair in a possessive way that made my stomach clench. It was a warning. 

“I’ll tell them where I’m going,” I said, turning back towards Shigaraki, but Overhaul grabbed my arm. 

“No.”

I tore my arm from his grip, risking his fury. “If I don’t, they will come after me and this deal will have been for nothing.” 

Overhaul’s eyes narrowed, but he didn’t stop me again as I slowly walked back to Shigaraki, out of earshot of the Shie Hassaikai. 

Shigaraki POV:

“I have to do this,” Y/n whispered, her lip trembling a little. “It’ll be fine. It’s only a day, and he won’t permanently hurt me.” “Permanently?” I snarled. I could see the terror in her eyes, more than she had ever shown before. She was always fearless, cocky in face of danger. What was so different about this guy that had her shaking? There was something she wasn’t telling me about him, something that had happened between them. 

My eyes shifted back to Overhaul, who was watching us with dark, greedy eyes. “I can’t let you go with him,” I said angrily. I hated the way he looked at her, as if she belonged to him despite the fact he hadn’t seen her in six years. I couldn’t even imagine what he would do to her when they were alone. The thought made me sick. 

“Shigaraki,” Y/n said, “I have to make sure you all stay safe.” 

I clenched my fists, the urge to protect her against everything erupting in my stomach. “But you…” “I’ll be ok.”

“I promised I wouldn’t leave you again,” I said, carefully touching her cheek with three fingers. 

She leaned into my touch, lowering her eyes. “You aren’t leaving me.” She took a deep breath and pulled away. “I’ll see you tomorrow.” It was her decision, which is why I didn’t stop her as she walked away, back towards Overhaul and the Shie Hassaikai. I would see her tomorrow. And if I didn’t, I would tear apart the world to find her. 

      ~~~~~~

Y/n POV:

I waited in Kai’s room, curled on his huge, fancy bed. The leader of the Shie Hassaikai had left me there over an hour ago, tossing an outfit at me and explaining that he had some work to complete before we could “talk”. The lingerie he had given me was black, made of lace and silk and barely reached the top of my thighs. It made me shudder as I put it on, knowing that to do so was to admit that for tonight, I belonged to him. 

His room was gigantic, and everything in it (furniture, paintings, lamps, curtains) was filthily expensive. It was as if he had just thrown money without caring about what he bought, doing it just to show he could. 

My fists curled in the silken blanket, and I let out a long breath. I just had to make it through the night. 

Exactly half an hour later, Kai stood over me on the bed, eyes almost black with lust as he surveyed my outfit. 

“Sorry, Love, it took a while to finish everything,” he murmured. 

I crossed my arms. “Why did you make me wear these ridiculous clothes?” I knew perfectly well why he did, but my sarcastic annoyance was my only shield against him, and I would use it. 

He didn’t answer as he sat on the bed, still watching me. “Your time after you left me was hard, wasn’t it?” His long fingers traced one of the many white scars marring my skin, cold and uncomfortable. 

“It was better than being trapped in a brothel.” 

His gold eyes seemed to glow as he slowly unclipped the plague mask from around his face. “I was going to buy your freedom, you know,” he said, matter of factly. 

My fists clenched. “You were to buy me for yourself, you mean. I would have become your personal sex slave.” 

The mask dropped away, and I blinked in surprise. Kai had grown even more handsome in his young adulthood, the rest of his baby fat burned away to reveal a strong jawline and a cruel mouth. It twisted into a smile as he turned to look at me. 

“Who knows? We were both young back then.” He ran his hand through his hair, tugging off one of his gloves. I felt my stomach drop. “Oh, don’t look so afraid, Love.”

He reached out and grabbed my face in his hand, his bare fingers stroking along my cheeks. “You know I trusted you, more than anyone. That is, until you stabbed me in the neck with that pin and jumped out the window to escape me.” 

His eyes had taken on a psychotic glint, and his grip was beginning to hurt my jaw. 

“Like you said, we were young back then,” I said, my words garbled around his hand. 

He smirked, shoving me back so my head hit the headboard with a crack. I gasped in pain, my hands going up to clutch my skull, which left the rest of my body completely unprotected. 

Kai grabbed my thighs, dragging my to the end of the bed and crawling up so he was hovering over me, straddling my legs so I couldn’t move. “You’ve gotten to be so pretty. I’m glad I found you again. I might be able to forgive you.” 

“I--”

He silenced me by shoving a hand over my mouth, muffling my cry as he violently ripped the bottom half of the lingerie off me. I began to shake as his large hand ran over my leg, creeping along my inner thigh. His eyes were predatory and wide as he finally reached what he was looking for, gently running his fingers along the most sensitive part of my body. My breath hissed out from between my teeth, not from pleasure but from disgust. 

He buried his face in my neck, his mouth moving and creating a splotchy mass of hickeys along my throat and collarbone. He was doing it on purpose--he wanted Shigaraki to know what he had done to me. 

A small sound escaped me as he suddenly thrust two fingers inside me, making me arch. I wasn’t turned on, so the movement of his fingers was painful and dry. Again, it was probably intentional on his part. 

“You intended to kill me didn’t you?” Kai murmured in my ear. He ran a thumb along my clit, and I couldn’t help the shudder that took over my body. 

“Y-yes,” I gasped. 

His hand moved faster between my legs, and with his other, he gripped my jaw tightly. “You little bitch,” he sighed, as if scolding me. “You’re such a traitor. Do you know what happens to traitors?”

I didn’t speak, pressing my lips together as I avoided his eyes. He wrenched my face violently back in his direction, snarling, “Look at me when I’m talking to you!” His fingers twisted and I whimpered. “Traitors get punished…” 

His hand left my chin, squeezing my arm hard enough to bruise. It was the only warning I had before I felt his quirk taking effect. The skin, muscle, and bone of my arms slowly pulled apart, breaking down at a molecular level, and I felt all of it. 

I arched, screaming in agony, trying to pull away from him as he carefully broke my limb down to nothing. Blood soaked the bed, clinging to my skin and making me choke on the smell of iron that stuffed it’s way up my nose. 

“Please, please, please stop,” I sobbed, my dignity not enough to keep from begging.

He chuckled. “Done already? Hm...disappointing.” He kissed me sweetly on the mouth, wiping away the tears that streamed down my face. “For you, Love, I’ll stop.”

His hand twitched, and suddenly my arm was sowing itself back together before my eyes. The pain continued, and I cried out, but it only lasted a minute. 

He moved down my body, both hands spreading my thighs as he crouched at the end of the bed. I was too weak to do anything but shudder as his tongue swept across me (furry taco, beef curtain, pepe sack, meat sleeve, nether region).

He clearly had gained more experience in the bedroom since our last encounter, and it wasn’t long before I was gripping the sheets, trying not to grind on his face. I couldn’t understand how he could go from torturing to pleasuring me so fast. It wasn’t normal. 

I felt him chuckle between my legs, and I looked down to see his mouth covered in my wetness as he grinned at me through half lidded eyes. 

 “It feels good doesn’t it? But you don’t want to come for me…” He shoved his fingers back inside me, curling them so that I arched off the bed. “Why? Is it because of that blue haired guy? He looked like he was about to kill me when I touched you. What was his name again? Shigaraki?” 

A cry left my mouth as Overhaul said his name, making the villain between my legs cock his head. “Oh myyyy. I didn’t expect this much of a reaction….” He paused, his fingers slowing in their movements. “Do you love him?” 

“N-no, he’s--” I gasped. “He’s nothing to me!” 

“Really?” Kai grinned sadistically. “But then...what if you imagine that this was his hand instead? His fingers inside you…” 

The image came unbidden to my mind and I moaned loudly, thrusting my hips up. Shigaraki…

Kai moved his fingers faster, leaning down again so his breath washed across my skin. “Would he use his tongue too? I’m sure he would love to eat you out. Too bad I’m the one doing it.” 

My eyes rolled back in my head and Overhaul used one hand to press down on my stomach, keeping my hips down. He used the other to lift my leg over his shoulder as he continued to go down on me, expertly using his tongue to make waves of pleasure shudder through my body. 

“Oh god,” I gasped, imagining Shigaraki between my legs instead of Kai. My stomach tightened almost immediately, and I came hard all over Overhaul’s face, gasping. 

“Good girl,” he murmured, slowly standing. His tongue ran over his lips, and he grinned. “Mhm, you taste so good.” 

I panted, exhausted, but I knew Kai wasn’t even close to done. He turned away, tugging on his tie as he unbuttoned his shirt and undid his belt. My eyes swept to the bedside table, looking for any sort of weapon. I needed to get out of here. 

There was nothing in sight, which meant I was going to have to use my hands. To do that...I needed to distract him. Unfortunately, I knew exactly what would keep his mind far away from suspecting my escape plan.  

As Kai shrugged out of his black shirt, his back still turned, I tugged the last of the lingerie over my head. My breasts hit the cold air and I shuddered, but I forced myself to lay back on the bed. 

As Overhaul turned around again, I allowed my hand to drift slowly down my stomach as I stared at him with half lidded, lustful eyes. His eyes went wide, mouth parting as I easily pushed a finger in, my thumb running along my clit as I started pleasuring myself. 

“Ah...” I gasped, throwing my head back. 

“Oh fuck,” Kai groaned. The bed tilted as he practically lunged at me, his face inches from my own. “You’re so fucking hot.” 

“Please Kai, please fuck me,” I panted. 

His pupils dilated. “God, I love it when you beg me.” 

I knew that. I had picked up on his preferences from dozens of experiences. Over time, I had learned what he liked and didn’t like, that way I could keep him happy. And now I prayed it would work in my favor. 

He easily tugged off his pants, reaching into his boxers to grab his dick. Just like the rest of him, it had grown and was now rock hard, leaking precum. I shuddered and arched my back. I didn’t want him to put it inside me, but at this point I didn’t have a choice. I would escape when he was most vulnerable. 

He gently nudged my thighs wider with his knees, leaning down and pushing the head in. It was so much bigger than I expected. 

He didn’t pause as he thrust his hips forward, shoving in me with one stroke. A cry erupted from my lips, tears springing into my eyes at the pain of it. I hadn’t had sex in a while, and the sensation was just as uncomfortable as when I was a virgin. 

It only took a second for him to start moving, slowly at first, and almost immediately it started to feel good. I almost wished it didn’t; I didn’t want to enjoy any part of this. 

I wrapped my ankles around his hips as he gripped the headboard, beginning to pound into me roughly. I couldn’t speak, incoherent noises pouring from my mouth. My hands scrambled along his shoulders, nails scratching his back as he bit the spot between my neck and shoulder. 

“Oh fuckkkk,” I panted. “Kai--oh god--I love you!” 

I felt every muscle in his body clench above me, a shudder rippling through him as he froze. “What did you say?” He whispered, his eyes unbearably bright. He wanted to believe it so much...

I smiled softly. “I’m sorry.” 

He blinked, eyebrows wrinkling in confusion, and I slammed my elbow into his neck as hard as I could. He gagged, and I used the strength in my legs to flip us so I was on top of him, hands around his throat. 

As I pressed my thumbs into his windpipe, his face went red and then purple. “I’m sorry, Kai. You could have been decent if you weren’t such a fucking psychopath.”

It took less than 20 seconds for him to slump into unconsciousness, but it felt like years. I dragged myself off the bed, stumbling over to where Overhaul’s clothes sat. I didn’t want to put on anything of his, but my lingerie was torn up, and I didn’t have anything else to wear.

I glanced over at Kai, still passed out naked on the bed, and I paused. I could kill him...I probably should. I knew he’d come after me later, probably putting all of the League of Villains at risk. But I just couldn’t shake the image of the way his eyes lit up when I told him I loved him. He was lonely and just wanted to be wanted, and that was something I understood. I couldn’t kill him. 

Instead, I ran to the window and kicked it open, shattering the glass and wood. The cold night air swept into the room, and I got a sudden wave of deja vu. Nothing about the scene had changed from six years ago, except that now, I would escape for good. 

    ~~~~~~

It took three hours to get back to the League of Villain’s base. It was the middle of the night and I was exhausted and confused on where I was. 

The bar looked like an empty, abandoned apartment building from the outside, surrounded by a chain link fence with warning signs all around it. To a passerby, it would have looked like an empty lot waiting for construction. 

There was security all across the entire area, but I had been with the League of Villains for months, and I knew the layout perfectly. I had been the one to help set up those traps in the first place. I knew that one of the League would also be patrolling, but I had no interest in running into anyone. Instead, I used the last of my strength to scale the building and slip in through one of the only windows that wasn’t boarded up. 

My feet didn’t hesitate to move to Shigaraki’s room, my body automatically taking me to where I felt the most safe. I knocked softly, not expecting him to be awake, since it was almost three in the morning. But instead, I heard shuffling from inside the room, and the door swung open after a moment. Shigaraki stood slumped with his hands in the pockets of his grey sweatpants, an oversized black t-shirt over it. 

His eyes widened when he saw me, and he blinked a few times as if confirming that he wasn’t dreaming. 

“Y/n? How are you here?” His eyes scanned me, taking in the clothes I wore, my disheveled appearance, and the bruises that were blooming all across my neck and collarbone. His eyes went from confused to murderous in a split second. 

“S-shigaraki…” I was shaking. “I’m sorry, this is all my fault--”

The blue haired villain shook his head, carefully taking my arm so he wouldn’t disintegrate me and dragging me into his room. It was almost fully bare, a few books scattered in the corner and papers on a desk. His bed took up most of the room, and he forced me to sit on it, standing over me. 

“Tell me what happened,” he said in a low voice. 

I quickly gave him a rundown, skimming over the more graphic details as I explained how badly I had messed up. Now that I was away from Kai, I realized I should have killed him when I had the chance. He wouldn’t let my second betrayal go. 

“He might come after the League,” I said, tears threatening. “I went with him to protect you all, but it was for nothing.” 

Shigaraki leaned over to his bedside table, carefully wrapping his fingers in strips of a familiar shirt. He still had the pieces I had given him from the bar so long ago? Turning back to me, he gently petted my hair, tilting my chin up to look at him. His eyes were dark and angry, but not at me. “I’m glad you suffocated him. He deserved it.” 

My laugh came out as more of a whimper, and I reached out, wrapping my arms around his waist. I rested my head against his stomach, breathing in the smell of him. After a short moment, he gently hugged me back, clearly unsure of how to proceed. 

“I’m sorry,” I mumbled against his shirt. 

“Why are you apologizing?” He sounded annoyed. 

“I put the whole operation at risk.” 

“You shouldn’t have even been in the situation to begin with.” He gently stroked my cheeks, tilting my face up to look at him. His red eyes were filled with self loathing. “I’m sorry I couldn’t protect you.” 

I stared at his face, memorizing every inch of it. When had he come to be more than just my ally working towards a mutual goal? 

I stood up slowly, but even at my full height he still towered over me. “Don’t move,” I murmured, gazing up at him. His eyes widened, but he stood stock still as I stood on my tip toes and pressed my mouth to his. 

I opened my eyes, pulling away slightly to look at him. “You don’t need to protect me. I’m happy to be with you now.” 

Shigaraki’s face was utterly shocked, his eyes wide and lips slightly parted. “You...you…” 

I smiled a little, laughing at his flusteredness. “You’re so--”

I gasped as he grabbed my neck, crashing his lips to mine and pushing me backwards so the backs of my legs hit the bed. I slid my arms around his neck, opening my mouth as I felt his tongue slide along my lips. 

He pushed me lightly, and we fell back onto his bed, ending up with him hovering over me. I easily slid Overhaul’s clothes off, not wanting to remember any part of him, and Shigaraki pulled his shirt over his head. 

His eyes were slightly glazed, his cheeks red, his hair all messed up from my fingers running through it. I suddenly couldn’t stop smiling at how cute he was.

“What?” He leaned over me, pushing my hair away from my face. 

“You’re just so attractive I--” I giggled, blushing furiously. 

“Huh?” Shigaraki looked genuinely confused for a moment. “You think I’m...wait but…” He shook his head. 

I gently touched his face, opening my mouth, but he easily silenced me with a finger to my lips. He leaned down and kissed me again, sliding his hand down my bare stomach. I shuddered, leaning my head back as he moved down my throat, his tongue sliding over the marks that Overhaul had made earlier. 

He paused, looking up at me carefully. “Y/n, I don’t think we should do this.”

I blinked, embarrassment making my cheeks flush. “Oh, uh--” “I want to.” His eyes trailed down my bare stomach, towards my legs and back up to my face again. “I really want to. But I don’t want this to be overshadowed by anything, and I want you to feel fully on board. Not just because you want to forget Overhaul.” 

My cheeks went even more red if that were possible, but I smiled. “Ok. Something to look forward to then.” 

He grinned happily, more content then I had ever seen him. 

“Is it ok if I stay here tonight though? Just for sleeping.” I added. 

He nodded, and I shifted over on the bed, tugging up the blankets. Shigaraki padded over to the light switch, sending the room into darkness as he flicked it off. I heard him almost trip on his way back over, cursing violently, and I giggled. What an idiot. 

The bed tilted as he curled up next to me, his arms wrapping around my waist. I relaxed into his touch, the smell of clean, musty clothes wrapping around me. 

“I didn’t do this because of Overhaul, you know.” I whispered in the darkness, wanting him to know that. 

He shifted slightly, and I felt his cheek rest against the top of my head. “Ok, thank god.” 

I smiled a little, but suddenly remembered something else. “Did I wake you up when I knocked?” 

He huffed. “Do you really think I would be able to sleep knowing you were with him? I had already been pacing for hours.” 

“Shigaraki…” I paused. 

“Call me by my first name.” 

“Ok um...Tomura?” 

“Yes?”

I paused, and then laughed under my breath. “I’ll just tell you tomorrow.” 

He kissed the top of my head. “Ok.” 

Chapter 5

Chapter 7

#Shigaraki #shiggy #tomurashigaraki #shigaraki x reader #mha dabi #overhaul #my hero academia #My Hero

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You Promised pt. 5

Okkkk everyone, here comes Overhaul! This chapter is a bit boring, since it just covers the attack on the training camp, but I hope you enjoy! Next chapter gets DARK AS FUCK so prepare yourselves lmao

My fists clenched on my lap, curling into the soft material of my bodysuit. The outfit had been specially commissioned by Shigaraki, and it was equipped with dozens of pockets for hidden daggers and guns despite the fact that it was skin tight. I had my h/c hair pulled back in a loose braid, and a black mask covered the lower portion of my features. The whole outfit kept me perfectly anonymous while also maximizing flexibility and movement; perfect for sneaking into training camps. 

I glanced around at the rest of my team, all ten of them adjusting weapons and masks as they prepared to leave the bar. Shigaraki entered from the back room, Kurogiri behind him, pausing in front of us. 

“Remember,” he growled. “The goal is to get Katsuki Bakugou and kill as many of the other hits as possible.” His eyes shifted over me as if he didn’t see me, which made my fists clench. What the hell was wrong with him? Since the night we played video games, he had refused to be alone in the same room with me, avoiding me like his life depended on it. 

There was no time to question him about it, because Kurogiri was moving to the center of the room and opening a portal. We moved into the darkness towards the danger that awaited at the Training Camp, and I didn’t look back at Shigaraki once. 

Shigaraki POV: 

I watched her disappear into the portal, and my jaw clenched so hard, I thought something would crack. Headed off into danger again, this time without me there to watch her--not that it did any good before. 

When Y/n was in a coma, I had ignored all summons from my master, barely able to function, let alone speak to him. When I finally did talk to him, he had wanted an explanation for my multiple absences, which meant I had to explain the strange, aching pain in my chest that spiked every time I thought about Y/n. I couldn’t bring myself to tell him about how my stomach had swooped and dropped when she sat on my lap, how delicious her lips looked as she stared at me. Unfortunately, my Master had quickly become concerned, even without those details.   

“You have become too close to this girl, Tomura. She is a weakness that you can not have. This is war.” 

The thought of distancing myself from Y/n hurt more than I would have expected, which only increased my resolve that Master was right. I needed to keep away, for the protection of her, the League, and myself. 

Y/n POV:

Smoke choked the air, and I coughed into the cloth Dabi had handed me. Blue flames swirled around us in an eerie maze as we walked through the dark forest, headed towards the direction of the rest of our team. I could see orange gas in the distance, marking Mustard’s continued efforts to distract the UA students. Screaming and sounds of battle echoed through the woods, but Dabi and I discovered no resistance. 

It had been over an hour since we had first made our presence at the camp known. Twice had made a double of Dabi, and the clone was off distracting the hero Eraser Head so he couldn’t interfere. Muscular was overseeing the mountain and making sure no one escaped through that route, while Mustard used his gas to herd the students in our direction. Toga was off attempting to collect as many blood samples as possible, so she would be able to use her quirk of disguise, while the rest of the team were taking on the Pussycats and the other students. 

Dabi paused next to me, eyes flickering, and I listened. What sounded like two students were struggling through the trees up ahead, making insane amounts of noise as they blubbered to each other. 

A knife slid into my palm, and I melted into the shadows before Dabi could stop me. It was time for me to have some fun. 

The kids were easy to find, and I crept silently behind them as they moved together in the vague direction of the academic buildings. Based on their conversation, they had thought that the woods would be safer than taking the main paths, since villains were attacking the obvious routes. They were sorely mistaken about that, and the only thing they managed to do was get themselves utterly lost. 

“I wonder how the rest of our class is--” The girl began, before I slid up behind her and slit her throat. Blood bubbled from the wound, erupting across the horrified face of her classmate, who screamed. 

I grinned, wiping my weapon off on my gloves as the girl’s corpse slumped to the ground. Blood leaked onto the dirt, darkening it and making the girl’s skin turn a sickly shade of grey. 

The boy she was with was frozen, shock clearly taking over his mind, so I decided to give him a little boost. “Run,” I suggested. 

He tripped backward, scrambling away from me towards any hope for his safety. Unfortunately, I wouldn’t let him get that far. 

I followed him through the trees, easily able to keep up but giving him time to try and get away. The chase was the best part. We didn’t have much time for fun tonight though, so I didn’t give him long before I threw my knife as hard as I could at his back. 

Surprisingly, he managed to throw up a weak wind shield at the last second, deflecting my blow but stumbling in the process. Terror was making him clumsy.

I easily skirted around his shield, dropping behind him and wrapping an arm around his neck. My other hand drew another hidden knife, plunging it all the way through his stomach, and I felt him gasp. He began to shake, and I gently stroked the side of his hair. 

“I’m sorry, hero. I’ll try to make this quick,” I murmured mockingly in his ear. His quiet sobs were silenced when I pulled my weapon up, cutting through vital organs and destroying his insides. 

Dabi emerged from the trees as I let the second body drop, his eyes furious. “I told you not to go off on your own! Shigaraki would kill me if he knew I let you out of my sights.” 

“Ugh, fuck off,” I rolled my eyes. 

Dabi glared, eyes trailing to the student. “Why’d you kill them? They weren’t even on the hit list.” 

I shrugged. “For fun. I’ve been bored.” 

The fire villain sighed, shaking his head. “Ok then.” 

He paused, eyes going unfocused as he listened to something through his ear piece. I waited, watching his reactions as he took in the news. 

“Twice says that Muscular is down,” he murmured, and my eyes widened. 

“What? How?” Muscular was physically the strongest villain I knew, and it couldn’t have been easy to beat him. No normal student would have been able to take him on, and even for a teacher, it would have been tough. 

Dabi paused, looking at me. “Apparently Izuku Midoriya was seen headed down from the mountains, looking extremely beaten up.” 

My hands shook with fury. Midoriya took down Muscular? That pathetic brat. I would kill him. 

Dabi continued. “Apparently he’s headed in the direction of our target, Katsuki Bakugou. If we’re lucky, we can take them both out at once.” 

I nodded slowly. “Then let’s go.” 

Dabi and I ran through the forest, following the reports of our allies as we moved closer to our goal. Revenge clouded my mind, making it difficult to focus, but I tried to calm down. I would kill Midoriya eventually--whether it be now or later didn’t matter. The most important thing was getting Bakugou. 

As we ran, we heard the sound of fighting on the main path to our left, and the echo of a roar. 

“What the fuck is that?” I asked, slightly breathless. 

“No idea. It’s not one of ours, so it’s possible one of the students got out of control.” 

We kept moving; it wasn’t our problem. 

After another five minutes, Dabi came to a stumbling halt. 

“What?” I snapped after slamming into his back. 

“Apparently Moonfish is fighting up ahead.” 

I listened, ears straining, listening for the telltale sound of his teeth. Before I could, Dabi grabbed my hand and dragged me forward back into the shadows closer to the main path. The trees parted, and I watched in fascination as the fight finally came into view.  

Moonfish hovered in the air, his teeth erupting in a violent stream of sharp knives that rained upon the ground. Ice had formed a shield blocking the attack, protecting the form of two students still fighting. My eyes narrowed: I recognized Katsuki Bakugou and Shoto Todoroki by their hair. 

I took a step forward, but Dabi grabbed my wrist. “We can’t go yet. Mr. Compress has a plan and we should back him up.” 

I gritted my teeth but nodded. I would trust him. I noticed Dabi’s eyes resting on Todoroki, an odd look on his face. Before I could analyze the emotion there, he turned away and started pulling me in another direction.

“We have to get to the meeting spot where Kurogiri will be waiting. Once Mr. Compress gets there with Bakugou, we can get out of here.” 

“What about everyone else?” I asked, glancing over my shoulder. 

“They know the meeting spot. If they make it in time, then that’s great.” 

My fists clenched as we ran. We were going to leave behind our friends if they couldn’t make it in time? I had always fought for myself, but now…

“What about Toga?” 

“She can take care of herself,” Dabi growled, but his jaw was clenched with concern. He didn’t want to leave anyone behind either. 

We met Twice when we were halfway to the meeting place, and he filled us in with everything he knew. Apparently, he had seen Toga briefly headed in our direction, and Moonfish was still fighting. Mustard had been taken out by two students, which explained why the gas had faded from the air, and Magne and Spinner were still fighting the Pussycats. 

I heard the echo of a roar behind us, but neither Dabi nor Twice paid it any mind. We emerged into a clearing, the meeting spot where Kurogiri would open a portal back to the base, but it was empty. None of our allies had managed to get here yet. The only thing we could do now was wait. 

          ~~~~~

It took another half hour for anyone to show up. Toga burst from the trees with a wild grin on her face. 

“Hey you guys!” She cried, bouncing over. 

“Hey crazy. Did you collect any blood? How many different kinds?” Dabi asked, eying her. 

“One person!” 

“Just one? What gives? Weren’t you supposed to get at least three?” Twice cried, pointing at her. 

Toga shrugged. “That’s just how the night went down!” She glanced at me, grinning. “I’m glad you’re alright!” 

“Same to you,” I said, meaning it more than I could describe. 

“Ah I made so many new friends! And I met a cute boy I’m interested in!” 

Twice shouted. “Is it me?” I covered my mouth to keep from laughing. 

“Shut it, both of you, you’re too loud,” Dabi grunted, eying the sky. I followed his gaze, feeling myself tense as the sound of approaching screaming got louder. 

“What the fuck is tha--” I started, and my eyes widened in shock as I watched Mr. Compress fall from the sky, three other people clinging to his back. 

They hit the ground with a crash, sending dirt and dust into the air, and I coughed. As the dust settled, I saw the three students jumping to their feet, lunging away as Dabi reached out a hand and blasted blue fire in their direction. I rolled, pulling two daggers from my belt and throwing them as hard as I could at the red and white haired boy. He dodged, ice erupting in front of me and forcing me to jump back. 

I watched Toga lunge at Midoriya, knife flashing as she tackled him. Twice attacked Todoroki, and Mr. Compress was helped to his feet by Dabi. 

“Let’s go!” One of the students, the one with the many different arms, shouted, holding up two glowing balls. “I got them!” 

My eyes widened in shock. They had managed to get their friends back? As they sprinted for the forest, the Nomu Chainsaw emerged from the shadows, the weird experiment we had brought along finally coming in handy. Kurogiri also chose that moment to appear, opening four portals around the clearing. Toga and Twice jumped through, waving goodbye to the three students who were still trying to escape with their friends. 

“I’m not leaving without our targets,” Dabi snarled, but Mr. Compress laughed. 

“No need to worry. They were so proud of themselves for searching my pockets that they didn’t even consider the possibility that they were fakes.” 

He pulled his mask aside, grinning and sticking out his tongue. Two glowing blue balls sat in his mouth, the small silhouettes of students curled within them. 

“No!” Midoriya yelled, lunging forward despite his injuries. 

I began to laugh, unable to hold it in as I watched the green haired student fall to the ground. What a failure. He didn’t deserve all the attention he got. 

Before we could jump through the portal to safety, a blue laser blasted through the clearing, slicing across Mr. Compress’s face and making him cough. The two balls went flying through the air, seeming to move in slow motion. 

The student with the many hands snatched one, while Todoroki lunged for the other. But Dabi was faster, his hand wrapping around it before Todoroki could get there. 

I jumped forward, stopping Midoriya before he could get to Dabi. My hands wrapped around his throat, knife resting against his windpipe. “Don’t move, little Deku.” Mr. Compress snapped his fingers, and the two blue balls expanded into students. Bakugou stood with Dabi’s hand around his throat, eyes wide as he stared at the clearing. 

“NOOO!” Deku screamed, struggling against me, reaching for his friend. “Who are you? Please, my friend--”

I tightened my grip. “How does it feel to lose what you care about Midoriya? How does it feel to fail?”

I plunged my knife into his leg, making him cry out in pain. Somehow, despite all his injuries, he was still trying to get to Bakugou. 

I patted him on the head, stepping into another portal that opened next to me. “I’m going to kill you for what you’ve done to me. But for now...remember that you’ll never be good enough to save everyone.”

The darkness of the portal closed around me, and I smiled as I watched his tear stained face crumble when he realized he had failed. The echo of his scream followed me all the way to the bar, music to my ears. 

        ~~~~~~

I decided I really hated kids. Despite the fact that I was only a few years older than Katsuki Bakugou, I wanted to punch him in the face and cut out my uterus. The little fucker would not stop complaining, shouting and cursing at us, his arrogance making me have to pinch myself to keep from attacking him. 

At first we kept him in the bar, tied to a chair, but after a while it was obvious we would need a more permanent prison. The initial conversation had been a complete disaster, ending with Bakugou having to be teleported away by Kurogiri so Spinner didn’t run him through with his sword. 

Shigaraki insisted we talk, try to shift his viewing to a more villainous perspective. The student already had the anger and drive for it, but he was too focused on becoming the number 1 hero and replacing All Might. There was no way we would ever be able to convince him to turn away from the symbol of peace. 

That meant we turned to plan B: using him as bait. We all knew that the great All Might, symbol of peace, pillar of hope, would never leave his student to the hands of the villains. Heroes never abandon those in need. 

Except when it’s convenient to turn a blind eye, I thought bitterly, glaring at the blonde student in front of me. He glowered back at me, not breaking eye contact, starting an intense staring contest between us. Bakugou was tied to the chair, arms behind his back so he couldn’t use his explosion quirk, while Shigaraki sat at the table with Toga, Dabi, and Mr. Compress as they discussed our next plan of action. 

We had decided to negotiate Bakugou’s return with the heroes, hopefully to be able to lure them into an advantageous area to be able to attack them and finally kill All Might. We knew that they’d be expecting this, and would definitely bring hidden backup, which made it more complicated. 

My thoughts were interrupted as the door flew open and Twice jogged in with a wild grin on his face. 

“Good news! We got an offer for a meeting to discuss an alliance.” 

Shigaraki looked up, eyes narrowing. “With who?” “The leader of the Shie Hassaikai. He says his name is Kai Chisaki.” 

I froze, turning away from Bakugou as I felt terror flood my body. I ignored the blonde haired student as he began to mock me for losing the staring contest. 

“What did you just say?” I said, my voice shaking slightly. 

Twice looked at me in surprise. “Kai Chisaki, also known as Overhaul. Do you know him?” 

“Y-yes I do,” I muttered. 

Shigaraki turned to me. “How?” I took a deep breath, chewing my tongue as I considered what to tell them. “He...was one of my regular clients.” 

I had only told Shigaraki, Toga, and Dabi about my time in the brothel, but it had been in passing. Although all of them tried questioning me more about it, I had shut them down and they hadn’t mentioned it again, thankfully. 

Kai Chisaki had only been fourteen at the time, but he had terrorized me every other week for a year when I had still been imprisoned at the brothel. Even so young, he had been cruel, delighting in causing me pain by using his quirk. I couldn’t imagine that he had gotten any better. 

Six years later, and I still had nightmares about the light that came into his eyes whenever he broke down my flesh and reformed it. He was mentally twisted, psychotic, a mysophobic, and sadistic. Not a good combination. 

He was also extremely manipulative and intelligent: he would tell me that he loved me, would bring me gifts, promise to get me out of the brothel as soon as he could, and then the next second he would torture me until my throat tore from screaming. 

The thought of facing him again made my stomach clench. There was a possibility he wouldn’t recognize me, since I wasn’t thirteen anymore, but that possibility was low. Kai was the sort of person to never forget the face of someone who wronged him. 

“Y/n,” Shigaraki’s voice pulled me from the dark memories, and I took a deep breath. His eyebrows pulled together in concern as he surveyed me, probably reading the fear on my face “Should I reject his invitation to meet?”

“No,” I said quickly. Kai was extremely powerful on his own, and the Shie Hassaikai were a massive organization. They would be excellent allies and even worse enemies. Getting on their good side could prove to be the thing that guaranteed us victory against the heroes. “You should meet with them, away from here.” 

I then began the long process of listing everything I knew about Kai and the Shie Hassaikai, which was pretty extensive. I remembered sitting on the cold bed in the brothel, clutching the threadbare blanket to my chest as Kai ranted about idiots he had to interact with from within the organization, or the new drugs he was dealing. He always said they were “sick”, as if they needed to be cured. 

Sometimes I wondered if he loved me, in the only sick and twisted way he knew how. I remembered how he would often cry in that little room, allowing me to stroke his hair as he buried his face in my stomach like a child. The sweetness would never last very long though, and afterwards he would  wipe away his tears and fuck me angrily as punishment both to me and himself. 

I didn’t tell Shigaraki or the others about any of that, or the way he would kiss me tenderly before he left, or hug me tightly when he returned. He never thought I would betray him. 

Chapter 6

Chapter 4 

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You Promised pt. 4

Here’s part 4 everyone!! A lot of angst, one cute fluff scene at the end hehe. Let me know if you’re enjoying this so far :) 

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Shigaraki POV:

Things had happened too fast for me to keep up with. 

I had been standing for over an hour watching pathetic Midoriya wander around, fangirling over the All Might merchandise in one store, and almost making me throw up in my mouth. 

He had just returned to the bench to play on his phone when I heard Y/n scream. Scream for me. It was just enough warning for me to jump to the side, avoiding the crushing fist of a low class mutant villain. 

You fucking idiot! I wanted to scream at the villain, but I was already turning to try and find Y/n amongst the crowd. 

When I spotted her, I felt a level of terror I had never experienced before. Behind her, a man was ripping and expanding into a massive beast, ready to kill everything in its path. Y/n had been too focused on warning me that she hadn’t realized the danger right next to her. 

Something in my chest broke as the monster’s fist slammed into her, sending her flying into a pillar, and I heard an audible crack. 

“No!” I roared, lunging at the monster who smashed stores and civilians a few yards away. As my hand connected with his shoulder, he let out a high pitched shriek and crumpled to dust. 

I sprinted across the mall, aiming for the second monster, shoving screaming civilians out of the way. I would kill it, kill him for touching her. 

When I got close enough, I jumped as high as I could, aiming for his head. He was faster than his friend, spinning to avoid me, but I had been training with highly skilled fighters for months, and I easily twisted in the air to land on his shoulders. 

My hands closed around his face from behind, crushing him as he screamed. The people around me were all running for the exit or helping their injured, so no one noticed me or my quirk. 

The monster wasn’t even fully disintegrated before I lunged for Y/n. She hadn’t moved from her spot on the floor, her limbs bent awkwardly and eyes closed. Blood--so much blood--had pooled out around her, and her skin was sickly pale. 

“No, no, no…” I hissed, scrambled towards her, hands slipping in her blood. 

I reached for her, needing to stop the bleeding, get her to safety, save her somehow--but my hands…

“I can’t--I can’t touch her!!!” I screamed desperately looking for help. I didn’t care if I was arrested by a hero, I just needed them to save her. 

I pressed the button that hung for my waist band furiously, signalling to Kurogiri that we needed an escape portal, and I bent over Y/n to check her pulse. My hands shook violently, but I pressed down on her neck with two fingers, needing to feel something. 

Please, please, please. 

There was a weak, slow pulse beneath my fingers, almost nothing. She was still alive. Relief hit me like a train, but I knew that it wouldn't last long. She was holding onto the last thread of life, but she had lost way too much blood. 

I heard heavy footsteps behind me, and whirled to see Toga and Dabi sprinting towards us. 

“Y/n! Oh god, no no nono…” Dabi slid on his knees, immediately reaching for her and scooping her limp body into his arms. “How did this happen?” He snarled at me. 

I could barely see past Y/n’s pale face, which rested against Dabi’s shoulder. I wanted to pull her away from him, hold her close to me instead. But I ran the risk of accidentally disintegrating her. 

“Two fucking villains,” I snapped, clutching my hair. 

“We’re villains !” Dabi yelled. 

At that moment, a shadow portal opened, leading to the bar. No one hesitated to run through, Dabi still carrying Y/n’s limp body in his arms. 

She wasn’t going to die. I wouldn’t let her. 

~~~~~~

The first night was the worst twelve hours of my life. I paced up and down Y/n’s room, unable to do anything but clutch my hair and scratch my neck until my skin bled. She was so unbelievably pale. 

Twice and Spinner had kidnapped a healer from a local hospital, and we forced her at literal gunpoint to do anything in her power to save Y/n. 

The entire League stayed up into the night waiting for news. Toga sobbed for hours, Dabi sat motionless, head buried in his hands, and I just couldn’t stop pacing. I felt like a wild animal, needing to kill something. 

By the time the sun started rising into the sky, the healer was half dead from exhaustion and the strain of using her quirk for so long. Y/n was still unconscious, barely breathing, and I just couldn’t focus. 

The healer turned to me, eyes wide and desperate. “I need rest, food, water, a break if I’m going to keep healing her. Please!” 

I felt my hands begin to shake, glaring at her in fury. “Will she live?”

“I don’t--”

“Will she live?”

“Five of her ribs were crushed, a lung was punctured, a small piece of her spine fractured, and her skull was cracked. That’s not even including the damage done to her muscles, skin, and nerves. The damage is extremely extensive, and I’ve done my best, but I need fuel if I’m going to save her!” 

My whole body was shaking now, and I slammed the woman against the wall by her throat, careful not to put down all five fingers. “You will eat, and then sleep for an hour. If she dies, I will kill you slowly.” 

The woman choked, face paling as she blubbered out a reply. 

I released her, calling for Kurogiri to get everything and watch over her to make sure she didn’t escape. 

When the room emptied except for Toga, Dabi, and I, Dabi finally lifted his head. 

“This is your fault,” he growled. Even though I knew he hated me, I was shocked at the venom in his voice. “If she dies, I--” His fingers curled in his hair, glaring a desperate hole in the floor. 

I knew it was my fault. I was supposed to be watching her back, protecting her, and she had been the one protecting me. What would I do if she died? I hadn’t let my mind consider it. 

I would continue like always to kill All Might, I told myself, but somehow I knew it wasn’t true. How could I continue on as if she hadn’t existed?

~~~~~~

Dabi POV:

It took three days for Y/n to open her eyes. Three days of utter hell, when I could barely sleep or eat. The rest of the League was restless, unsettled without the familiar sound of her music echoing through the halls, or her sarcastic insults following them. 

I couldn’t believe how much I missed her. I had known her for a single month of my life, and yet I missed teasing her, watching the way her mouth flattened in annoyance, or how her cheeks would redden even as she rolled her eyes at my compliments. I always spoke sarcastically when flirting with her, too afraid of her rejection to actually be serious. But now...I wished I had told her how her smile quite literally took my breath away, or how I looked forward to our practice fights just to be able to be close to her. 

I sighed, leaning back in my chair as I clicked through my phone. It was almost 5pm, and the rest of the League were busy with dinner. I could hear their muted voices echoing through the walls of the building, unusually sober like they had been for the past three days. 

Toga was asleep in the room over, exhausted from staying up all night watching over Y/n and the healer. I had finally forced her to rest after noticing her swaying on her feet, eyes drooping. Like everyone else, she looked like she was falling apart. 

My eyes moved across the room to the only other person who might have slept less than me. Shigaraki’s shoulders were hunched, his blue hair veiling his face as his head hung low. He looked thinner, but the energy radiating off him warned everyone to stay the fuck away unless they wanted to be turned to dust. He had barely left Y/n’s bedside. 

I wondered if he loved her, and I wondered why it bothered me so fucking much. 

“You should eat,” I grunted, glaring at him. 

Shigaraki’s head shifted slightly, his dead gaze meeting mine. Dark circles under his eyes made him look like a skeleton. 

I tried again. “When she wakes up, she won’t want you to look like you’re about to drop dead yourself.” 

Shigaraki made a low noise of anger in his throat, telling me to go fuck myself without actually speaking. 

I stood up. “If you don’t fucking go get something to eat right now, I swear to god I’ll burn this whole place to the ground.” I felt the familiar rush of power blazing to my fingertips, and blue fire sparked in my palm. 

I watched the blue haired villain’s eyes blaze dangerously with fury, and his fists clenched. At least he was showing some emotion. It was better than blank deadness. 

“You wouldn’t hurt her,” he growled, eyes flickering to Y/n’s pale face. Her skin had regained some color over the course of a few days, with the help of the healer’s constant support. Her most serious injuries had been fully healed, as well as some of the nerve damage, but apparently her body had reflexively entered a coma to try and save strength. Whether or not she ever woke up was out of our control. 

When Shigaraki had heard that, I thought he was going to tear the building to bits. He had almost killed the healer on the spot, but I managed to stop him before he ruined our only source of information. Not that she was much use anymore. The constant use of her quirk, the exhaustion, lack of food and water, and the threat of a dozen villains ready to tear her apart had worn on her mind, and had reduced her to a blubbering mess. She sat dazedly in a chair in the corner now, her wrist chained to the leg. 

I crossed my arms as I answered Shigaraki. “Wanna risk it?”

He slowly uncurled his fists, clearly trying to stop himself from leaping at me. “Fine,” He snarled. “Watch her, I’ll be right back.” 

I rolled my eyes. As if I would leave her alone. “Take a shower while you’re at it!” I shouted after him. 

The door slammed shut behind him, and I sighed. My eyes found Y/n’s face, and I gently brushed a bit of hair away from her forehead. “Please wake up soon. I can’t handle him acting like this anymore.” 

I felt every muscle in my body clench as her eyelids fluttered slightly. Was it possible...

“Y/n...Y/n--” I said desperately, clutching her arm. Please be awake. 

Her eyelids fluttered again, and she let out a soft breath. “Wha…” Her voice was so weak, I could barely hear it. But--

“Holy fuck,” I covered my mouth with my hand to stop a sob of relief. She was awake. 

“Dabi?” Her eyes opened slowly, and she blinked wearily at me. “What…” “This is going to take a bit of explaining, gorgeous, but you’ve been asleep for 3 days.” I murmured, my eyes scanning her face. I would give it to her straight; there was no point honeying my words. 

“I what?” Y/n lurched up, eyes wide. Before I could tell her to lay the fuck back down, she clutched her stomach and her face turned slightly green. “Oh god…” 

I lunged for the trashcan, barely managing to get it to her before she puked the feeble contents of her stomach up. She hadn’t eaten in three days, so the vomit was a strange, semi hard mix. I gagged at the sight of it. 

Y/n wiped her mouth on the back of her hand. “What the hell happened? Where is everyone? How did we get back here?”

“Take a deep breath,” I ordered, shoving the trash can into a corner. “You were attacked in the mall, and got some pretty critical injuries. We managed to get you back here in time, but…”

Y/n crossed her arms, awake for two minutes and already looking annoyed. “Just spit it out.”

I paused. “You were minutes away from death. We got a healer to work on you for the last three days, but you’ve been in a coma this whole time. We weren’t sure you were going to wake up.” 

Y/n let out a breath, leaning back on the pillows. “Well damn.” 

I gaped at her. “That’s all you have to say?” 

“I’m alive, aren’t I? What more is there to say?”

I ran a hand through my hair. She had no idea how hard it had been watching her edge the line of death, being unable to do anything about it. Before she could stop me, I jolted forward and crushed her into my chest, hugging her tightly. 

She patted my back gently, looking a bit confused when I pulled away. “I’m happy you’re awake,” I murmured, and she blinked. 

Before she could respond, I got to my feet. “You’re probably starving. I’m going to go get you food and water--stay put, ok?”

She laughed a little at my serious expression, but nodded. “I won’t go wandering off.” 

I practically ran down the hall, bursting into the bar where a few of the League sat. “She’s awake!” I yelled.

Mustard and Muscular jumped up, eyes wide, while Mr. Compress gasped. “Can we see her?”

I paused at that. Shigaraki wasn’t in the room like I had expected, and I was pretty sure he’d want to see her first. “You can see her in like an hour. I want her to recover a bit before everyone swamps her.” 

The villains looked disappointed but sat back down. 

“Do you have any extra food?” I asked. 

Mustard nodded, quickly getting up and scooping some chili Magne had made into a bowl. I filled up a pitcher of water and balanced everything in my arms before striding back down the hall.

When I reached the door to her room, I paused, hearing voices from within. The door was cracked a bit, and I leaned closer to see who was already there. My stomach dropped slightly as I recognized Shigaraki’s blue hair. 

The villain clutched Y/n’s face in a gentle grip, his fingers wrapped so he didn’t hurt her as he spoke in a low voice. Her eyes were intent on his face, one of her hands wrapped around his as she listened to him. As I watched, he circled his arms around her and clutched her tightly, burying his face in her neck as if she was the only thing that mattered. Her skin flushed red, but she hugged him back tightly, hands curling in his shirt. 

My fingers tightened around the bowl I held, but I slowly backed away. I had seen enough to know when I wasn’t wanted.

Y/n POV: 

I felt like Toga hadn’t let go of my hand since I had woken up, and that had been two days ago. She held it tightly as if afraid I was going to disappear, no matter the number of times I told her I wasn’t going anywhere. Even now, at our meeting, her fingers were clamped tightly around mine under the table. 

I sighed. I felt enormously better from when I first woke up, after I ate and drank. My body felt sore, aching, but I didn’t have any major issues. My injuries had been almost fully repaired by the healer. Unfortunately for her, the woman had seen too much and Shigaraki didn’t hesitate to dissolve her now that I was awake. 

Shigaraki stood up and faced the League.  “Our plan to attack the Quirk Training Camp is still in motion. Does everyone still feel ready to do it?”

We all nodded, but Shigaraki’s eyes fell on me. “You’re not going,” he said flatly. 

I blinked in shock, jaw clenching. “What do you mean? Of course I am.” 

“You almost died two days ago. There’s no way I’m letting you go on that mission.” I gaped at him, eyes wide. “You’re kidding right? I’m alive and I won’t be the only one left behind here. What’s the point of me staying here when I can help?” 

Shigaraki’s fists clenched. “Why do you always want to throw yourself into danger?”

“I can take care of myself. And I’m not going to be in any more danger than everyone else! We’re all risking it for the League. That’s our job!”

He glared at me, not speaking because he couldn’t argue. 

He turned, looking at Dabi. “If she goes, you protect her, got it?” 

Dabi nodded, eyes more serious than I had seen. “Yeah, I will.” 

I opened my mouth, wanting to punch both of these overbearing villains in their stupid faces, but I felt Toga’s hand tighten on mine. 

“Don’t argue, Y/n. We all just want you to be safe,” she murmured in my ear, and I felt some of the anger drain out of me. I wasn’t used to people caring. 

I nodded slowly, and Shigaraki sat back down. “Ok then.” 

        ~~~~~~

The next week and a half passed faster than I could have imagined. I worked on regaining my strength, training every day for at least two hours with whoever was available. I didn’t go on any more outside missions, leaving that to the other villains. I didn’t want to push Shigaraki any more than I already was. 

The blue haired villain seemed to be avoiding me. The first few days after I had woken up he had been almost unbearably sweet, staring at me all the time as if he couldn’t get enough. 

But ever since I had convinced him to let me help invade the training camp, he had barely spoken or looked at me at all. Was he upset that I was going? What else could it be? 

I found him sitting cross legged in the living room, the only light coming from the large television that he stared at. I was expecting to see the white fuzzy screen and hear the cold voice of his Master, but instead, it was a basic video game. He wiggled the controller expertly in his hands, making his avatar within the screen jump off a large building and shoot someone in the air. 

“What are you playing?” 

Shigaraki almost jumped out of his skin. “Jesus fuck!”

“Oh sorry.” I covered my mouth with my hand. 

“Ugh, you made me lose my kill streak,” he said, not looking at me. I narrowed my eyes. I knew directly confronting him about what was going on wouldn’t lead to anything; he’d just shut down and refuse to speak. 

Instead, I sat myself next to him on the floor, gazing at the screen. “What game is this?”

Shigaraki was more into video games than anyone else I had ever met, playing them constantly in his free time when he wasn’t busy planning the downfall of the heroes. I had watched him spend hundreds of dollars on different power ups, skins, weapons, and gear within his games using League money, not caring when we all complained that we were going to starve without it. 

He gritted his teeth, clearly fighting with himself on whether or not he should keep ignoring me. I pressed my lips together to contain a triumphant whoop as he told me the title of the game and started going in depth about the lore and the good and bad things about it, as if he couldn’t help himself. I listened happily, glad to have him talking again. 

He paused during a particularly tense moment when three different gunmen came at him at once, and I gasped as I watched his avatar duck and roll, shooting them one after the other in quick succession before sprinting towards the nearest building to get out of view of any snipers. 

“Can I try?!” I cried, excited after the intense display. 

Shigaraki glanced at me, his eyebrows raised. “Hm...let me finish this round.” 

He ended up winning with almost three thousand points, which made my jaw drop when he told me the average score. 

“Ok, give it to me,” I said, and Shigaraki handed over the controller a bit reluctantly. He showed me what each of the buttons meant, but as the game started, I continuously slammed into a wall, unable to get my avatar to move around it. “What the fuck!!! No no, AHHH--” A shooter came up from behind me and shot me in the head. 

Game Over: 0 points. 

“WHAT,” I practically yelled, outraged. Shigaraki was shaking with silent laughter, and I glared at him. “It was my first try, ok?” 

I ended up playing three more rounds, all of them ending in under five minutes. The most points I got was 120, but I still bragged about it endlessly, dancing around the room in excitement. 

“A literal child could have done better than you,” he snapped, but his lips were twitching. 

“No one asked your opinion.” I stuck out my tongue. 

“Do you want me to show you how it’s done?” He stuck out his hand for the controller, and I took the perfect opportunity. 

“Yes actually,” I smirked, marching over and plopping myself directly in his lap. I heard him make a noise of surprise and shock, and I looked over my shoulder up at him. “Can you show me how?”

I grinned in satisfaction as I saw his face flushed red, his eyes wide, but after a long moment, he relaxed as his long arms slid around my waist. His hands (which were wrapped in my shirt) were gigantic compared to mine, and easily enveloped my fingers as he held the controller with me. I leaned back against his chest, and I felt him shudder slightly. 

“Um. You just--” he cleared his throat, and I tried not to laugh. 

We ended up winning with significantly less points than his first round, but it was still ten times the amount I had gotten on my own. 

“I think I’m getting the hang of it,” I grinned, leaning my face back to find him only an inch away. 

“Yeah you—you’re improving.” His eyes flickered to my lips, and I felt my heart stutter.

Before I could catch my breath, he jolted to his feet, making me flinch back. 

“I-I have to go…” he muttered, practically stumbling away, out of the room. I stared after him, mouth open. What was that?

Chapter 5

Chapter 3

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You Promised pt. 3

Hey guys! Here’s part 3... sorry for the cliffhanger lol. As always TRIGGER WARNING for this entire series: rape, violence, murder. 

Art by @ijessbest​ on twitter :) This is a scene in this chapter, you’ll know it when you read it 

I slammed my cup on my counter, glaring at Shigaraki and Kurogiri. “I want to come!” 

Shigaraki rolled his eyes. “I already told you, we need you to stay here, look after the base, and make sure no one fucks anything up. We won’t be gone for that long anyway.” 

“But we might be recruiting someone! And I’m bored.” 

Kurogiri had been constantly on the look out for potential members, which had led to the recruitment of seven new villains. I liked Twice, Mr. Compress, and Mustard, but Spinner, Muscular, and Magne annoyed me. Moonfish was just disgusting. 

Hopefully the two new villains Shigaraki was meeting with would be people I got along with, and were powerful enough to help us defeat the heroes. 

 “If I think they’re good enough to join the League, I’ll bring them back here and you’ll make the final decision.” 

I pouted, still upset. “You’ll have all the fun.”

Shigaraki sighed. “I’ll get you an ice cream on my way back.”

I gasped. “Really? Ok, fine, but you better hurry up.”

I sighed as Shigaraki and Kurogiri disappeared into the shifting shadows, leaving me alone in the bar. My eyes trailed to the utterly massive pile of dishes stacked in the sink and spilling over onto the counter. Unfortunately, there wasn’t any member of the League who was neat in any way, and we all were more likely to turn a blind eye to the disgusting state of the base instead of actually taking the time to clean it. 

I groaned. While Shigaraki and Kurogiri would be having fun recruiting new villains, I was stuck on chore duty. Ugh. 

The one good thing was that the TV in the corner actually connected to a really good speaker system, when it wasn’t hosting Mr. Master Evil within it’s screen. After ten minutes of messing around, I finally got my phone’s Spotify to connect. 

Doing the dishes transformed into a sudsy dance party, with me screaming into dirty spoons and spatulas, pretending I was on Got Talent Global in front of millions of people as I scrubbed the hundreds of dishes. 

Shigaraki POV: 

Dabi and Himiko Toga both ended up agreeing to come back to the League of Villains base with me. I didn’t particularly like either of them, but they were powerful, and they would clearly be a good addition to our team. Dabi’s arrogance and steadfast loyalty to Stain’s ideology pissed me off, and Toga was clearly insane, but if Y/n thought they could help us, I would let them join.

 Kurogiri opened up a portal back to the League, stopping along the way so I could pick up a pint of Americone Dream ice cream for Y/n, before we all headed back to the bar. 

As I led the way inside, I began to hear the sound of pounding music echoing from the bar. What the hell was she doing? 

I shoved open the door, and my mouth dropped open. Y/n stood on top of the counter, holding a spatula in her hand as she sang into it. I recognized the song as “Line Without a Hook” by Ricky Montgomory, because she had played it at least a hundred times during meetings and while she did chores. It was her favorite song. (3:20 in lmaoo if you want to listen). 

“Uh…” I heard Dabi’s low voice behind me as he stared at Y/n, eyes wide. I didn’t like the weird look of infatuation on his face. 

“Oh baby I am a wreck when I’m without you, I need here to stay!” Y/n screamed, walking along the counter as if on stage. 

I walked over to her, waiting for her to notice us standing a few feet away. I cleared my throat, trying not to laugh out loud. 

She gasped as she turned and saw me a few feet away, losing her balance on the counter and almost falling and cracking her head open. Luckily, she was nimble and managed to land on her feet like a cat, spatula still in hand. She fumbled with her phone, clicking pause on her music and abruptly sending the room in silence. 

“Ha... well this is embarrassing,” she said, wiping off her hands and throwing the spatula back into the sink. “Um, it’s nice to meet you?” 

She smiled a bit awkwardly at the newcomers. 

“Hey gorgeous, nice to see you again,” Dabi spoke from behind me, stepping forward with his eyes intent on Y/n’s face. 

My eyes narrowed as her face blanched. Did they know each other? 

“Oh, you again,” she muttered, glaring. She noticed my stare and gave a dismissive wave. “Uh, we used to work together. I don’t really know him.”

Dabi opened his mouth, but stopped as she glared at him. “Yeah, that’s right. Distant acquaintances. I don’t even think I caught your name,” he directed the last bit at Y/n, leaning forward with a secret smile on his face. 

She crossed her arms, looking annoyed. “I’m Y/n. And you are?” 

“Dabi. My hands are doing better, by the way.” He held up his hands, which were completely wrapped in bandages. 

Y/n snorted, and I looked between them again, suddenly wanting to rip Y/n’s shirt from my hands and turn him into a pile of dust. Why was he looking at her like that? 

Toga took the opportunity to bounce forward, her eyes wide and bright. “Hi! I’m Toga! Can we be friendsssss?” 

Y/n glanced at her, eyebrows raised. “Are you interested in practice-fighting with me?”

Toga looked slightly taken aback by the direct question, but then nodded gleefully. “If I get to use my knives!”

“Great. Then we can be friends.” 

“Can we draw blood?” Toga and Y/n began to discuss sparring and quirks, and I turned my gaze back to Dabi. He was still staring at Y/n, his eyes hungry. 

“Stay away from her,” I growled so only he could hear. 

The burned villain tilted his head, glaring at me. “Why?”

My eyes flashed. “She’s mine.” 

Y/n POV:

Toga danced out of reach of my long dagger, her lips pulled in a wide grin as she counterattacked. I dodged, managing to avoid getting nicked and sending her into a blood frenzy. The first time it had happened, she had freaked me out so much that I ended up accidentally seriously injuring her arm. But after a month of having her as part of the League, I had come to love having another female around. 

Toga was an excellent fighter, extremely light on her feet and fast with her knives. It was great to have a partner to spar with, as well as someone to simply talk to and gossip with. Over the course of a few weeks, we had become pretty close friends. She introduced me to spa days, where we painted each other's nails and forced everyone on the League of Villains to do face masks. There was a lot of grumbling, but Shigaraki eventually let me tie his hair back and apply the green moisturizing cream mask to his face. The rest of the League followed in suit, and we ended up just listening to music (Line Without a Hook at least three times) and eating snacks. 

Obviously, we didn’t just mess around. Now that we had a solid team, Shigaraki was working harder than ever to get a plan into action. Toga and I regularly went on spy missions to watch and collect information on different top heroes, compiling everything into different profiles of strengths and weaknesses, including the best way to take them down. 

Shigaraki often stayed up into the night talking to his Master through the TV, discussing who knows what. After the initial introduction, I never spoke to the powerful villain again, and I never found out who he was to Shigaraki. 

Over time, the League became like my family. They got on my nerves more often than not, but we understood each other. We all had goals, whether it be revenge, money, power, or simply chaos, but we worked together to make those goals possible. I didn’t trust them, but I wasn’t constantly glancing over my shoulder waiting to be stabbed in the back either. It was a step up. 

Dabi was the one who flustered me the most. He knew exactly what to say to get under my skin, always succeeding in making me blush or punch him in the stomach. Or both. 

I had covered for him the night he had joined the League, knowing that if I told Shigaraki the truth, he never would have been allowed to join. I hadn’t wanted him to join, but we needed powerful villains on our side, and I knew first hand that Dabi was a formidable opponent. After that, the scarred villain seemed to think we were friends. 

Frustratingly enough, he was an excellent sparring partner, and I always found myself practicing with him or Shigaraki when Toga wasn’t available. He loved to taunt me, making me trip up when I got angry. We started keeping a tally of our fights, neither satisfied in ever losing, but it always seemed that we were on equal footing. 

He was also the biggest fuckboy I had ever met. He constantly made lewd comments about what I was wearing, or complimented me with a huge, smug smirk on his face. Every time that I put on music to do chores, he always came in and spun me around, forcing me into dancing with him. 

Shigaraki hated him, and the tension between them was always palpable. I didn’t know exactly what was going on between them, and every time I tried to speak to either of them about it, they would shut me down. At least Shigaraki hadn’t disintegrated him. 

      ~~~~~~

“Let’s watch a movie!!!” Toga sang. Most of the League sat together in the bar, lazily on their phones or talking. I had been complaining to Toga about how bored I was for at least fifteen minutes, wanting to go train or go out to a club. I didn’t expect her to start pestering everyone in the League to go watch a movie, insisting that it would be a bonding experience for the team and it would be a break from constantly planning. 

Unfortunately, Toga only managed to convince Twice, Mr. Compress, and Mustard, and everyone else scoffed at the idea. 

“Y/n, c’monnn, it’ll be fun!” 

I took in her pleading face, her lip stuck out in a pout, and I sighed. “Ugh. What movie?” 

“I don’t know! We’d all have to come to an agreement on one!” I groaned. “Fine, but you have to promise to train with me every day for the next week.” 

“Done!” “Y/n’s watching?” Dabi asked, glancing up from his phone. “I guess I’ll join.” 

Shigaraki’s eyes darkened, and even Toga looked annoyed. “Really Dabi? You don’t need to be so callous towards the rest of us.”

“What are we watching?” Shigaraki stood up, looking at Toga. 

“You’re joining now too?” She asked, and he nodded. My friend looked at me, an irked expression on her face and I giggled. 

It ended up taking us over an hour to pick a movie, finally settling on an old thriller. I hated scary movies, but I had been outvoted by everyone else. We set it up in the living room, and I got squeezed between Shigaraki and Dabi on the couch, both of them practically shoving each other to get to their position. I just rolled my eyes; their competitiveness was getting annoying. 

The movie started, and almost immediately I was hiding my eyes.

Dabi glanced at me sideways. “You literally kill people for a living. How is this scary?” 

I glared at him. 

He grinned, stretching an arm around my shoulders. “Don’t worry, I’ll protect you.”

Shigaraki gave him a death glare. “If you don’t remove your arm, I will disintegrate it.” 

Twice yelled, “Shut up!” 

Dabi moved his arm, and they finally quieted, allowing the movie to continue. It followed a crazy person who when on a murder streak, filled with jump scares and psychologically twisted schemes. 

“Jesus christ!” I gasped at the fiftieth jump scare, grabbing Shigaraki’s arm and hiding my face in his shoulder. 

“Ugh, this movie is terrible. He could’ve just stabbed her to begin with. Why’d he go through all the trouble of setting up this whole trap?” Shigaraki sounded annoyed. 

I laughed against his shirt. “That’s the entire plot of the movie.” “Well it’s stupid.” 

“Cut the murderer some slack, he’s trying his best.” 

“I could do better,” he scoffed. 

“I’m sure you could.”

The rest of the room told us to shut the hell up, but I couldn’t watch anymore. “I’m going to grab a snack.”

The bar was empty as I rummaged around for some pretzels, so I easily heard Shigaraki’s soft footsteps joining me.

I glanced up at him, noticing that he looked a bit put out as he headed over to where a stack of papers waited. “Are you ok?” 

“Yes, but I can’t watch the movie anymore. I shouldn’t be wasting time when I have to plan the attack of the heroes.”

“Huh? But we have tomorrow. Why not just relax for a night?”

“I can’t--”

“Shiggy, you need to chill.”

“I swear to god, if you ever call me that again, I’ll disintegrate you.” 

“Fine Shig, the party pooper.” He looked murderous, and I laughed. “We’re stronger now that we have more members of the League, and everyone’s ready to follow your lead. That doesn’t mean you have to constantly be working though. We will beat the heroes and create a new world, so whether you do paperwork now or tomorrow, it doesn’t matter.” 

He crossed his arms, face sceptical. “Why do you say that?” 

I shrugged, turning away. “I guess because I trust you.”  He blinked, and I stacked a few bowls into my arms. “Now let’s go finish the movie.” 

~~~~~

The entire League of Villains sat around the massive meeting table, Shigaraki to my left and Toga to my right. After weeks of scouting, we finally had somewhat of a plan put together. Shigaraki had learned the location of UA’s Quirk Training Camp, and we decided that we were going to invade it. The main goal was to capture the student Katsuki Bakugou, but there were also a few students on the hit list to kill if possible. Izuku Midoriya was on that list. 

Every time I thought of that little shit, my hands balled into fists and I wanted to throw my knife at the nearest living thing. Perfect little Izuku, All Might’s prodigy, taken under the great hero’s wing to be molded into a perfect savior. 

I would kill him. 

The plan decided that Dabi, Toga, Twice, Spinner, Mr. Compress, Magne, Muscular, Mustard, Moonfish, a Nomu, and I would be part of the Vanguard Action Squad, and we would work together to take out as many of the heroes and students as possible. 

Shigaraki hadn’t wanted me to go at first, but after I had given him the most murderous glare ever, he had backed down. Just because I was quirkless didn’t mean I was defenseless. I refused to be the weak link. 

The training camp was starting in two weeks, which meant we still had a little bit of time to prepare. This meant spying. We had gathered a shit ton of information on the professional heroes, but still knew virtually nothing about the student’s themselves, besides their quirks.

Which was how Shigaraki, Toga, Dabi, and I ended up sitting on the rooftops across the street from the downtown city mall. Shigaraki sat one building over, Toga next to him, while Dabi and I crouched to the left. My eyes narrowed as we watched the majority of class 1A moving across the street towards the door, talking and laughing. Thinking they were safe. 

Another group of League members was currently watching class 1B, and hopefully we would be able to compile all the information later. Unfortunately, Todoroki and Bakugou, two of class 1A’s top students and also two of our targets, had decided against going on the shopping trip to the mall. It was a setback, but the Sports Festival had given us a good sense of what they could do anyway. 

I saw a flash of dark green hair in the crowd, and my fingers twitched. “They have no idea that I’m going to slaughter them all,” I muttered, a small smile pulling at my mouth. 

“Wow, so sadistic,” Dabi said, tapping me on the nose. 

I glared. “You’re one to talk.” 

“I’m only sadistic in bed,” he smirked. 

I choked, trying to cover it with a cough, but Dabi laughed in my face.

“It’s time to go,” I snarled, standing and pulling out my knives. “If you screw this up, I’m going to kill you.”

“I love it when you threaten me.” 

I ignored him, taking a running jump off of the three story roof. Shigaraki had gotten us all new equipment based on our quirk, or in my case, skill set. I had received a set of priceless daggers that could cut through almost anything without dulling. The material was impossibly rare, and I had pestered Shigaraki for days about where he got it, but he refused to tell me. 

I couldn’t help but admire them as they cut easily into the hardwood of the building’s wall, allowing me to leap from one wall of the alley to the next before getting close to the ground where I could duck and roll. 

“Show off,” Toga cried as she hit the ground next to me. Shigaraki and Dabi joined a few seconds later. 

“We’ll split up to follow them,” Shigaraki hissed. “Y/n and I will go together, and Toga and Dabi. Just watch each other’s back and make sure we don’t get caught.” 

We all nodded, understanding the severity of the situation. If the police caught on to what we were doing, or that we were up to something at all, it would put all the heroes on guard. For right now, they had no idea we were going to invade the camp, but that could change with one slipup. 

“Alright let’s go.” We walked casually from the alley, moving into the crowd to blend. Dabi was extremely identifiable due to his burns, so he wore a black facemask, sunglasses, a high collared shirt, and a beanie crushing his black hair into submission. At first glance, there was nothing off about him. Toga wore a sundress, sandals, and a sunhat, makeup easing her crazy look into simple excitement. I had forced myself to wear shorts and a crop top, my hair pulled into a high bun and glasses resting on my nose. The outfit made it impossible to hide as many knives on my body, but I still had three strapped to my thighs and side. Shigaraki had flat out refused to dress in jeans and a white t-shirt, instead settling on a black sweatshirt with the hood pulled up over his hair. At least he had forgone the hand mask. 

We entered the mall, moving at a leisurely pace to avoid suspicion. Toga and Dabi had disappeared, off to watch their own targets. 

Class 1A split off to go to different stores, but Shigaraki and I sat on a bench side by side, watching Izuku Midoriya and another girl, Ochaco Uraraka talk. My eyes narrowed as the girl blushed furiously, avoiding his eyes. Did she seriously…

I leaned closer to Shigaraki. “The girl has a crush on Midoriya.” 

He blinked at me in surprise. “How do you know?”

“Just the way she’s blushing, avoiding his eyes but always looking back to him...her eyes say run, but her body is staying. It’s obvious.”

I suddenly realized that Shigaraki’s face was literally two inches from mine, and my entire face went hot as I leaned away. “Uh, yeah.” 

Shigaraki licked his dry lips slowly, eyes still on my face. “We can probably use that as a weakness.” 

I nodded, glancing away. Wait, fuck, I had given away all the telltale signs. Hopefully he didn’t notice. 

Uraraka said something else, before turning and practically running away, leaving Midoriya standing alone.

“I’ll follow the girl, see if I can pick up anything. If not, I’ll come back.” Shigaraki nodded, and I stood up, heading off to follow Uraraka. I had to resist the urge to stab little Deku right in the chest as I moved past him; he had no idea how close he was to death. 

I followed the girl for about an hour, attempting to pick up on her habits and how she would react in a fight. It was hard to compare browsing dresses to facing a well trained villain though, and after a little while I grew frustrated. 

I slid from Forever 21, sauntering down the crowded walkway back in the direction of where I had last seen Shigaraki. Hopefully he was still there. 

A few things happened at once: I finally spotted the familiar flash of Shigaraki’s blue hair leaning against a pillar, watching Deku as he sat on his phone. At the same moment, the hulking figure of a medium class villain, probably categorized because of its muscle over it’s brain, emerged from the shadows behind the pillar. 

I realized that this creature was probably here just to kill as many people in the mall as possible, and cause as much chaos and damage before getting caught. Which meant that it wasn’t paying attention to it’s targets. 

I lunged forward. “SHIGARAKI!!” I screamed, desperately trying to warn him. 

His eyes found my face, the warning in my eyes, and he threw himself to the side at the last second. The huge monster’s fist smashing through the pillar Shigaraki was leaning against only seconds before, causing the entire structure to collapse. 

I heard a low groan from behind me, I realized too late that the monster who was attacking the mall wasn’t alone. All my focus had been on Shigaraki, and I hadn’t realized that another person was shifting into a massive creature right behind me. I only had time to throw myself to the left as hard as I could as the giant villain swept his fist in my direction. I managed to avoid a direct punch, but he still hit me in the side, the force of it sending me flying across the space where I hit the opposite pillar. 

I felt something crack, and I slumped to the ground in a heap. My entire body crumpled in on itself, and I wasn’t able to move a single inch. I thought I heard screaming, but it might have just been myself. This wasn’t good--even in my delirious state, I knew that I had never experienced injuries to this extent. 

What a pathetic way to die, I thought as everything went white. 

Chapter 4

Chapter 2

#Shigaraki #tomurashigaraki #shigaraki x reader #Dabi #mha #My Hero #my hero academia

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You Promised pt. 2

Hey guys! I’m thinking there’s going to be around 6 parts to this, and I’ll continue posting. Dabi’s here now... am I sensing a love triangle? 

As usual, TRIGGER WARNING: violence, murder, rape themes (not by Shiggy or Dabi) 

Art by skxviii on twitter!

I got back at 3 in the morning, my entire body covered with sticky blood. I had spent the evening butchering an entire low class gang of drug dealers, so pathetic they couldn’t even be considered villains. They were mostly young, privileged men who had gambled their lives away and were looking for quick cash. The drugs they were shooting up were laced anyway, so I saved them from a much more painful overdose. It didn’t stop them all from putting up a fight. 

It had been a pathetic battle, all of them relying too heavily on their guns in close combat. However, it was fifteen to one, and I had ended up getting shot in the shoulder. Nothing serious, but it hurt like a bitch, and I had lost a lot of blood. 

As I stumbled back into the bar, I expected it to be empty considering the late hour. But Shigaraki was seated with a stack of papers in front of him, scratching his neck in agitation. As the door opened, he looked up, eyes widening.

“What happened?” He snapped, standing up. 

“Ah...nothing...just got...shot…” I panted. 

“You got shot?”

“Yes, thanks for...the reminder,” I gritted my teeth, moving behind the counter to where I knew the bandages were. My fingers shook as I tugged the gauze from the box, the blood on my hands rubbing off on everything and making it look like a murder scene. 

“Can you unzip this?” I grunted, gesturing with my right hand to the zipper running down my back. I needed to get the bodysuit off of my shoulder first. 

“Oh uh--” Shigaraki muttered, quickly coming behind me and jerking the zipper. 

“Please don’t dissolve it...this suit was expensive.” 

“I’m not an idiot,” he snapped, helping me get my injured arm out of the sleeve. 

I realized that from the waist up, I was only wearing a blood covered bra, but it clearly didn’t matter. Not bleeding out was more important. 

After a lot of pain, cursing, and fuck ups, we both finally managed to wrap the bandages awkwardly under my armpit and around my shoulder, adding enough pressure to hopefully stop the bleeding. 

“Thanks,” I groaned, leaning my head on the cold surface of the bar. 

“Are you...ok now?” He asked, sounding unsure.  

I snorted. “I guess we’ll see. If I die in the night, then no.” 

He raised his eyebrows. “I’d rather you didn’t die.” 

“Aw, that’s sweet. Glad to know you care.” 

His neck reddened, and he hissed, “You’re no use to me if you’re dead.”

“Of course, of course.” I grinned widely. “Thanks for the help, Shigaraki.” 

I turned and sashayed from the bar before he could respond. 

        ~~~~~~~

It took a full week for me to be able to start moving around again without any pain, which was more frustrating than I could have imagined. I had only been with the League for a month, but Kurogiri and Shigaraki were surprisingly helpful: the shadow villain knew more about wrapping wounds than I would have guessed, and he helped keep the damage under control, preventing any infection. Shigaraki was like a concerned mother, pestering me into changing my bandages or eating an extra portion of my meals to keep my strength up. It was pretty cute, although it got annoying after a while. 

The most frustrating thing though was that I was forced to remain at the base or in bed at all times. Shigaraki flat out refused to let me go outside, and training was obviously out of the question. Instead, I sat at the bar or did simple chores like sweeping around the base to keep myself occupied. 

“Are you finished with your food?” Shigaraki asked me, glancing at my half empty plate which rested on the bar next to him. 

“Yessss. Don’t tell me--” “You should have some more.” 

I jabbed him in the side with my good arm. “What are you, my mom?” 

He glared. “You need to get your strength back if you’re going to help me take out the heroes.” 

I was so done with hearing Shigaraki complain about All Might and Stain, I could have clawed my ears off. He was like a spoiled child crying over spilled milk, and yet refusing to go get more. It was ridiculous. 

Which was why I mostly tuned him out as he started ranting, a pretty common occurrence these days. 

“Hopefully soon the Nomu will be ready--” 

“Hang on,” I interrupted. “What are Nomu? You’ve mentioned them so much, but never explained what they actually are.” 

Shigaraki raised his eyebrows. “They’re my army.” 

“Your army? Then why do you need me?” I crossed my arms. 

The blue-haired villain stood, gesturing me towards the back room. “Nomu aren’t the most intelligent, and they simply follow orders. They’re strong, but I need more than that if we’re going to transform this world.”

I blinked in confusion, still unsure what he meant by army. Shigaraki led me through the back door, ambling down a few halls and down a set of stairs. 

“These are just some of our test subjects. The real Nomu are in a different location.” 

He pushed open a heavy metal door, which creaked violently as it swung inward. The room it led into was almost completely dark, only illuminated by blue fluorescent lights shining from within large tanks throughout the room. The sickly glow cast shadows across the shapes of brains floating in the water, attached to different tubes and wires. There were also hulking shapes laying across metal tables, the limp forms of muscled bodies, waiting for brains to be attached to them. 

I felt my stomach clench in disgust, hands shaking a bit. These were mindless monsters, and they probably didn’t even know what was happening to them. But all I could see were the white fluorescent lights of the Medical Center, the bonds that strapped me into place, the blank eyes of the doctors that carried scalpels. Even fifteen years later, I could still hear the screaming of the other patients, and feel the pain as I was picked apart and healed up over and over and over…

My body felt hot and cold at the same time, my hands clammy, my heart racing. I needed to get out of here. 

“Shi-Shi-” my voice came out as a low stammer, but Shigaraki immediately turned around. 

“Y/n? What’s--” He reached out one of his hands to steady me, but my arm echoed with the remembrance of the pain his quirk caused, and I flinched back. “I...sorry,” he mumbled, his hand dropping to his side. “What’s wrong?” 

“I just--need some air--” I gasped, images still flooding my mind. Shigaraki nodded and quickly led the way back out of the laboratory. 

The moment we were back in the bar, I slumped onto one of the chairs and took a few deep breaths. Shigaraki got me a glass of water, which was very nice, his eyes wrinkled in confusion and concern. 

“Sorry,” I muttered, knowing he’d probably want an explanation. “That room just triggered some...bad memories.” 

“Oh...I shouldn’t have taken you down there.” 

“No it’s fine,” I waved him off, getting to my feet and groaning. “I’m going out of my mind, and I need a drink. I’m headed out for the night.”

He glared. “You shouldn’t be going out; your arm just healed.” 

I stuck out my tongue. “Who cares?”

“You’re such a pathetic idiot,” he snapped. “If you insist on hurting yourself again, then I’m coming to keep an eye on you.” 

I raised my eyebrows. “Really? I can’t really see you as the partying type.” 

He crossed his arms. “I’m not.” 

I covered my mouth to hide a smile at the image of Shigaraki on the dance floor. He’d probably accidentally disintegrate someone, or scare everyone away with his awkwardness. 

“If you insist,” I smirked. 

Which was how we ended up walking down the streets of Musutafu, twilight already descending on the city in a glow of powdery purple. I knew all the back alleys from all the years hunting and spying on people, and I managed to get us across town in half the time it would have taken any other way. 

I stopped in front of a massive building, which took up almost the whole block. Cars with shattered windows lined the street, and trash and unknown liquids scattered the pavement. All around us, the worst kind of people imaginable roamed, looking for a fight or fuck. These were the druggies, the murderers, the low class villains who couldn’t get their shit together and ended up just living in piles of trash. The scum of the shadows all flocked to this bar to forget their problems. Which was why the place was called the Underbelly. 

“Where the fuck are we?” Shigaraki hissed, the look of disgust plain on his face despite the hand covering his features. 

I spread my hands sarcastically and laughed at him. “What, you don’t like it? This is the best bar in town!” 

He rolled his eyes, but followed me as I crossed the street towards the bar. There was no one at the entrance checking ID, so we didn’t have any problems as we entered the crowded, smoke filled space. It smelled like piss and sweat, and it was packed with people of all shapes and sizes with varying quirks. Music pounded through hidden speakers, shaking the floors and drowning out most other noise. I could see a few fights going on already, and the night had barely begun. Games of poker were set up at some of the booths, and men were fucking paid whores out in the open. I avoided looking at the dead eyed girls. 

Shigaraki and I wound our way through the crowd, taking seats next to each other after I threatened a drunk old man with a knife to the throat to make him get out of his spot. 

“Tequila please,” I called to the spotty bartender, who nodded without looking at me. “Do you want anything?” 

Shigaraki looked extremely uncomfortable, his hands clenching and unclenching on the counter. “I’ll have what she’s having,” he grunted. 

I gently touched his arm. “You good?” 

His eyes flickered to me, calming slightly. “I don’t like big crowds. Might have a...slipup.”

I nodded, glancing at his uncovered hands. “Have you ever considered getting gloves?” 

He shrugged. “My hands are my only weapon, and it’s easier to have access without the extra few seconds to take off gloves. It could mean life or death.” 

The bartender slammed two shots of Tequila onto the table before I could respond, and I looked at Shigaraki sideways. “Can you hold your alcohol?” 

The villain scoffed. “Of course.”

I raised my eyebrows challengingly. “Ok, Mr. Alcoholic, let’s see it.” 

Shigaraki picked up the shot glass, his pinky lifted to keep it from disintegrating.  I giggled with delight as he downed it in one gulp, his face twisting in disgust at the nail polish remover taste. I followed in suit, coughing at the horrible burn as it slid all the way to my stomach. 

“Can we get another round?” I called to the bartender, who nodded and refilled our glasses. 

“Do you do this often?” Shigaraki asked as he drank the second shot. 

I shrugged. “The Underbelly is a place to forget. So yeah, I come here a lot.” I didn’t look at him as I downed the next shot. 

Both Shigaraki and I were sore losers, which meant neither of us wanted to be the first to admit that we had enough to drink. On shot 10, I felt like I was going to throw up, and Shigaraki was laughing so hard I thought he was going to have an aneurysm. 

“O-One more?” I slurred, giggling a little with my hand over my mouth. 

The bartender gave us both looks. “There’s no way you’re getting anymore,” he snapped. 

Shigaraki and I looked at each other and burst out laughing. The blue haired villain grabbed the counter for support, and it immediately began to dissolve, making the bartender yell in outrage. “What the hell are you doing?!” 

“Oh my god, Shigaraki,” I wheezed, dragging him away from the counter. “Here,” I pulled at my shirt with clumsy fingers, finally managing to tear off the bottom in a jagged and uneven strip. 

Shigaraki took the piece, a look of confusion on his face. I rolled my eyes. “You’re drunk, which totally increases the likelihood of you accidentally killing someone.” I grabbed the cloth from him and ripped it in half, using the two halves to cover one finger on each hand. “There! Now you won’t disintegrate shit!” 

He giggled like a child, and I grabbed his hand and dragged him into the crowd, bouncing along to the music. When I glanced back at him, his eyes were wide as he stared at our interlocked hands. 

“Oh sorry, I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable,” I said quickly, almost falling. I went to drop my hand, but Shigaraki’s grip tightened. 

“It’s fine,” he murmured, almost too low to hear over the music. 

Shigaraki POV: 

Y/n dragged me over to one of the booths off to the side of the bar, a little ways from where a crowd of people writhed to the music, sweat pouring off them. I was more relaxed than I ever could have imagined in a situation like this; crowds usually made me twitchy and anxious, and I hated being around scum like the people who resided here. But either it was the effects of the liquor heating up my body, or it was the sheer intoxication of being in Y/n’s presence, because I couldn’t help but smile beneath my mask. 

I squeezed her hand, marvelling at the fact that I was holding her hand. Without killing her. No one had ever wanted to risk close contact with me like this, except for my master. I hadn’t realized how good it felt. 

“Shigaraki,” she glanced back at me, a little breathless. “Want to go dance?” 

I tugged her into a booth, pretending not to hear her question. I didn’t want to go into that crowd, and I didn’t want her to get hurt. I wanted her attention here, on me, nothing else.

“You should be careful of your arm,” I said, glancing at the shoulder that was still wrapped in bandages. It made my stomach clench. 

“Aw, come on! I can be careful when I’m dancing,” Y/n pouted. How could I tell her that I never wanted her to leave my sight ever again? 

My fist clenched under the table, but I let out an angry noise. “Fine, but stay where I can see you.” 

“You’re not going to come?” Was my desperate mind just imagining the disappointment in her eyes? “I don’t dance,” I grumbled, looking away from her. She shrugged, sliding out of the booth. 

“Ok, but you’ll be missing out!” She said in a singsong voice, turning away and disappearing into the crowd almost immediately. 

I hated dancing; it had never appealed to me a day in my life. So why did I suddenly regret not going with her?

Y/n POV:

Music blared through the speakers, pounding through my brain and making the floor literally shake. Or maybe that was just the alcohol. 

I ignored the people around me for the most part, allowing my body to fall into a rhythm, swaying and jumping around. Everyone else was just as drunk as I was, and the night turned into a spiral of laughter and random people dancing with me. I had no idea how much time had passed when a tall, dark figure stopped in front of me. 

“Hi there gorgeous,” a low voice said close to my ear. I looked up, meeting the glassy blue eyes of a guy with black, spiky hair. Half his face, neck, and under his eyes were covered in purple burns, stitches holding the burnt skin to the unharmed parts of his face. Despite the grotesque wounds, it somehow didn’t diminish his good looks, and he smirked in a self satisfied way that told me he knew it. 

“Hi,” I said, my face suddenly hot. 

“Want to dance?” He extended a large hand, and I saw that the burns stretched all the way down to his wrist. My eyes automatically scanned for Shigaraki, suddenly wondering where he was. Although I didn’t want to admit it, the fact that he hadn’t wanted to come dance with me bothered me a bit. I doubted he would care if I danced with this random stranger, and it wasn’t like I was reinjuring myself in any way. 

I shrugged and grinned widely up at the dark haired guy. “Sure,” I said, grabbing his hand. Almost immediately, he tugged me close to his chest, arms sliding around my waist as we moved together. 

“Why is a pretty thing like you in the Underbelly all alone?” He asked, his lips brushing my ear. 

I laughed a little, allowing a knife to slide into my palm. “Pretty things are just as dangerous as anything else,” I smirked, pressing the weapon into his side so he could feel the threat of the point. 

The dark haired guy gave me an appraising look, eyes sweeping over me as he seemed to reassess. “That’s kinda hot.” 

His hands shifted, spinning me around so my ass was rubbing against his dick. My eyes widened; it wasn’t even hard, but it was fucking huge. 

I began to grind on him without prompting, rolling my hips and letting the music wash over me. The image of Shigaraki’s red eyes when I held his hand flickered across my drunken mind, but the Underbelly wasn’t a place for feelings. It was somewhere to get lost, never to be found again until morning. Which was what I intended on doing. 

Shigaraki POV: 

Where had she gone? I had just seen her only a few seconds ago. 

For the better part of an hour, I had been watching Y/n dance to the blaring music, smiling to myself at her horrible technique. She was so skilled at fighting, but apparently the same grace didn’t carry over into everything. 

My eyes scanned the crowd, immediately nervous that she wasn’t in my field of vision. I moved to stand up when suddenly the air in front of me parted in a wave of shadow, and Kurogiri materialized.

“Shigaraki--” Kurogiri stopped, eyes widening as he took in our surroundings. “Where are we?” 

I crossed my arms with a glare. “It’s a bar. Y/n wanted to get out for a bit, and I decided to keep an eye on her. What do you--” 

I stopped as my gaze finally found her in the crowd...and as I took in what exactly she was doing. She was bent over, grinding her ass against a dark haired figure who stood behind her, hands on her hips. As I watched, he gripped her hair and dragged her face back to his, whispering something in her ear. 

I felt my chest begin to burn, something aching violently. I had never felt anything like this. My fingers scrambled along my shirt, desperately trying to stop the pain, which only seemed to grow. Was I dying? One hand gripped the table, and I suddenly wished I could turn it to ashes, turn this whole place to ashes. I would kill that guy, kill everyone here if it just stopped this pain--

But wait...is she happy right now? 

The thought came unprompted, stopping my murderous thoughts in their tracks. If I disintegrated this entire building and everyone in it, would she hate me? Would she be sad? I didn’t want to be the one who did that. 

I suddenly imagined myself in the dark haired guy’s place, me being the one holding her hips and grabbing her hair and whispering in her ear. I wanted that. My hands clenched on the table so hard, I could feel my nails cutting flesh. It somehow hurt less than the burning within my chest. 

“What did you need, Kurogiri?” I said, my voice completely devoid of emotion. 

The shadow nomu hesitated, clearly unsure, but I glared. “Master wanted to speak to you about something.” 

I stood, not looking back towards the dance floor. “Then let’s go.” 

“What about--”

“Let’s go.” 

She would be happier without me here anyway. 

Y/n POV:

“Thanks for the dance,” I smiled at the scarred guy, whose name I still didn’t know. I didn’t care enough to ask. 

He smirked, giving a little bow. “My pleasure. Feel free to bother me any time you like.” 

“I make sure to keep that in mind,” I said, already turning away. I was exhausted, and I wanted to find Shigaraki. A smile automatically pulled onto my face at the thought of all the complaints he was probably going to have. What a crybaby. 

My eyes scanned the booths, resting on the one I was sure I had left him at. It was empty. Eyebrows scrunching together, I searched the others, but his familiar blue hair was nowhere in sight. Worry tugged at my chest, but I took a deep breath. It was fine. He probably went to find a bathroom, or decided to grab another drink. 

I slid into the booth where I had left him, deciding just to wait until he got back. 

I waited for over an hour, but Shigaraki never showed. The effects of the tequila had mostly faded, leaving me with a headache and a ball of worry in its place. Where could he have gone? He wouldn’t have gone home...right? He wouldn’t have left me, not like everyone else. 

There was nothing else I could do but return to the base and see. If he wasn’t there, I could enlist the help of Kurogiri to find him. Everything was fine. 

I got to my feet, swaying a bit as I headed towards the door. I kept my knife close, avoiding eye contact with all the drunken men, not really interested in having to fight my way out of the bar. 

 Thankfully, no one bothered me, and I got into the dark night unscathed. The alleyway was almost pitch black, since it was probably almost 4 in the morning. I paused for a second, letting my eyes adjust as I started my trek back to the base. 

“Hey, beautiful. You’re leaving already?” A low voice said from behind me, and I turned to see the familiar face of the scarred guy from inside. 

“Yeah, I’m kind of in a hurry,” I said bluntly. 

“Oh, don’t be like that.” In a flash, the dark haired guy backed me up to the alley wall, one hand landing on the brick to the left of my head. “I just think we could have some fun.” “Really?” I leaned my head back, giving him a sultry look as I ran my tongue over my lips. “Ok then…”

He smirked, leaning forward. I let my body relax and eyes close, feeling his breath wash across my face. Before he could touch me, I slammed my skull into his forehead as hard as possible, making him yell and stumble back. 

My leg came up, but he recovered quicker than I thought possible, dodging to the right so my kick glanced off his shoulder instead of his chest. The move left us both off balance, but he managed to lift one of his palms in my direction. I hit the floor, body screaming at the impact as blue flames erupted above me. I should have guessed. 

Rolling, I jumped to my feet before the flames could burn me into ashes. I had two knives in my hand within a split second, and as he raised his palms, I threw one as hard as I could. The weapon flew exactly where I intended, slicing right through his palm and colliding with the wall behind him. The impact of the throw lodged the knife into the wall, pinning his hand as blood spurted. 

The scarred guy howled, blasting fire at me with his free hand. I dove beneath it, sliding up and grabbing his free wrist. My second knife slammed through the skin of his palm and deep into the wall before he could react. 

I smirked as he panted in agony. “I tried to warn you not to test me.” 

He glared, but somehow still managed to grin sarcastically. “Fine, what’s your quirk?” 

I moved closer, running my finger under his chin. “Who said I had one?”

The dark haired guy’s eyes widened. “There’s no way you’re quirkless.”

“That’s right. You were beaten by a pathetic, powerless little girl,” I scoffed in his face. “Now, you’ve already wasted enough of my time. Enjoy trying to get out of that little situation.”  I gestured to the knives pinning him before turning on my heel and stalking away down the dark alley.

One side of my neck was pretty badly burned, as was a bit of my hair from when I hadn’t gotten out of the way in time. My fists clenched; if Shigaraki had left me at the bar and gone home without telling me, I was going to kill him. 

I was exhausted by the time I got back to the base. The alcohol and dancing had me spent, and a headache pounded violently under my temples. My adrenaline from the fight had finally begun to wear off, and the pain from my burn was only increasing, making my vision flicker black and white. 

As I pushed open the door, I felt my stomach drop and rage begin to boil. Shigaraki whirled around as I entered, his face relaxing with relief. His hand mask was resting on the counter a few feet away. 

“Y/n--”

“You,” I snarled. “Did you leave me at that fucking bar?” 

He blinked, his eyes trailing over me. I was sure I looked like shit, or like I had just walked through a dumpster fight. 

“Master needed to speak to me, and you looked like you were having...fun.” 

“So you didn’t tell me you were leaving?! Do you know how worried I was? I literally searched everywhere for you, I can’t believe you fucking left me alone!” 

I felt like something had cracked in my chest slightly. I hadn’t realized how much I had begun to rely on Shigaraki’s steady, awkward ways. I had known him for only a month, and yet...I had thought that he was my friend. Or at least someone I could trust. 

The past feelings of abandonment washed over me in waves, the image of my mother’s furious face as she threw a glass bottle at me. Get out of here, you little piece of shit! It’s your fault he left us!

My father had abandoned my mother and I, my mom had sold me into quirk testing, and then eventually sex slavery when experimentation didn’t work out. No one had ever loved me. Any friends I made eventually stabbed me in the back, because that’s how the lives of thieves and murderers worked. 

I buried it all beneath my skin, but something had gotten triggered and now it was erupting. Panic clawed at me, and for a moment I couldn’t see past anything except the memories. 

My fist lashed out, smashing into the glass bottles that were set up behind the bar, trying to overcome my mental pain with physical ones. I could feel the skin on my hand ripping and shredding, a sickening burn lancing up my arm. 

“Y/n!” Shigaraki lunged forward, grabbing my arm and wrenching me away before I could smash another bottle. I felt hot tears spill over my cheeks, and I tried to pull away from him. I needed to run, to fight, to kill something.

His long fingers grabbed my cheeks, forcing me to look at him. I realized he was still wearing my shirt, which prevented me from disintegrating. 

“I’m sorry for leaving you,” he muttered, red eyes intense on my face. I sniffled. It wasn’t good enough. He looked a little awkward, and I paused: had he ever apologized for anything before?

“Why’d you do it?” I said, my voice cracking with a sob. 

“I thought you’d be better off if I wasn’t there.”

I looked at him, taken off guard. It wasn’t the answer I was expecting, and I wasn’t sure what to think of it. 

More tears spilled over my cheeks, and Shigaraki gently brushed them away with the pads of his fingers. “I’m sorry, Y/n. I won’t do it again.” 

My lip trembled. “You promise?”

“I swear. I won’t ever leave you again.” 

Chapter 3

Chapter 1

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You Promised pt. 1

Hey guys! Sorry I haven’t been online in a while, life’s been pretty busy. I wanted to share this Shigaraki x reader fanfiction that’s been in my drive for awhile.  

This takes place over the Stain arc, all the way to Overhaul. Obviously, things aren’t exactly the same as the show but I tried to follow it pretty closely. 

TRIGGER WARNING: Contains themes of rape, murder, torture, etc. 

Enjoy! 

“Get away from me, you crazy bitch!” The large man’s mouth trembled in terror as he gazed up at me, his mustache still dripping with alcohol and his pants wet with piss. As I knelt down before him, I contemplated again why I was wasting my time on such a lowly, disgusting person. 

Remember the money, I reminded myself, tugging a knife from one of the many hidden pockets disguised across my skin tight black bodysuit. 

“Sorry, I wish I could,” I murmured, leaning down and stabbing him right through the back of his hand. 

His scream was loud enough to cut my ears, but we were in the backstreets of Kamakura, where drug dealers, murderers, and villains lived in the shadows. No one would be helping him now. 

“W-why are you doing this?” The man blubbered, snot running down his face. He tried to yank his hand away, only succeeding in making the wound bigger. 

“You shouldn’t have raped and killed John Yurn’s wife. Obviously he’d want revenge,” I tapped him on the nose. “You did this to yourself.” 

I pulled out my gun and shot him in the head, sighing as blood splattered across my feet. “Noo, and these were new shoes too...” I muttered in annoyance. 

Glancing at the body, I shoved my weapons away and turned back towards the street. I had completed one hit for a client, but I still had many more to go. My night was only just beginning. 

Being an assassin wasn’t the most appealing job, and it made me enemies left and right. But it was better than being raped for a living. 

After my mother had been abandoned, she had sold me into slavery at a brothel, where I was raised to fuck men well and make them forget their wives waiting at home. I would never forget the feeling of wrinkly hands touching me, or their disgusting breath in my ear. If we didn’t do well, we were beaten, scarred, or starved, and the only way to escape was buying our own freedom. But the nights spent with different men only got us a few pennies, and the rest went to the greedy pimps that owned us. 

I had learned how to fight within those walls, taught by the dead eyed women who had lived their entire lives as sex slaves. I was thirteen when I escaped, after I slit my rapist’s neck with one of my hair pins and slipped out the window, breaking both my ankles in the fall. I had almost died of starvation on the streets, saved only by the other vagrants who took pity on me. Becoming an assassin had been my only other option after that, and I had followed that path willingly ever since. 

        ~~~~~~

I sprinted down the street, shouts echoing behind me.  I wiped blood from my hands and ducked into a back alley, tugging a shirt from my bag and pulling it over my bodysuit to make my outfit look normal. I also removed my hair tie and ran my fingers through my hair, beginning to stagger down the street, swaying like I had way too much to drink at the club. 

A police car slowed down as it drove by me, and the officer rolled down his window. 

“Miss, it’s not safe for you to be out here at this hour. Do you need an escort to your destination?” 

I looked at him, eyes unfocused and smiled. “Oh! Thank you very much, but my home is just down the block.” I fluttered my eyelashes and slurred my words a bit, my gaze trailing down his chest. 

“Are you sure?” 

“Yes of course! I wouldn’t want to bother you. Thank you again officer.”

He nodded a bit reluctantly, and pulled away. I smiled as he drove out of sight, continuing my leisurely pace down the dark street. In my hand, I still held the chopped off finger of Mr. James Krish, his ring identifying him as the right person. I would have to deliver it to my client in a few days before it rotted. 

“Good performance you put on there, Y/n L/n.” A deep voice echoed down the alley, and I turned slowly. 

“I’m sorry?” I kept my voice slurred and eyes half closed. 

“I know you’re the one that killed James Krish, and I know you’re the famous assassin, Nightingale.”

I widened my eyes.  “W-what are you even talking about? I’m not a murderer! Who even are you?”

The creature moved forward, and my eyes narrowed slightly. He was made almost fully of deep purple shadows, which shifted and moved as if he wasn’t even solid. His eyes glowed yellow from the darkness, and his voice echoed from a nonexistent mouth. 

“I am Kurogiri, a member of the League of Villains, and I’m here to make you an offer.” 

I straightened, crossing my arms. “The League of Villains? I’ve heard of you. You attacked UA and failed to kill All Might.” 

The shadow made an offended noise. “We are building up our strength once again. This time, we will not fail.” 

“What does this have to do with me?”

“My master is creating a team of strong villains, and I believe you would be an excellent addition.” 

I felt a slow smile pulling up my lips. “Me? A quirkless nobody? Wow, the League must be getting desperate.”

“Quirkless or not, you are the most well known killer in Japan.”

“I’m honored. Unfortunately, joining a team isn’t really my style. Thank you for the offer, but I’ll be on my way now.” 

I bowed mockingly and turned on my heel to leave. 

“You will be rewarded, of course. Money and anything else you want that is within our power to give you.”

I paused, feeling an old ache build in my stomach. My hands curled into fists. “Revenge.” 

“What?”

I turned back to Kurogiri. “I want revenge against All Might.”

The shadow creature’s eyes narrowed. “Done.” 

“Then I’ll hear what your master has to say.”

Kurogiri nodded, and his shadows spread out. “My quirk is Warp Gate, which allows me to create portals. If you step through here, it will take you directly to my Master.” 

I paused, two knives sliding into my palm. “If this is a trap, I will kill you slowly.”

Even though he didn’t have a face, I could sense his discomfort. “Of course.” 

I stepped forward, the shadows curling around me as the street behind me disappeared into darkness. For a heartstopping few seconds, I had the oddest feeling of being dragged forward without actually moving in the pitch blackness. But then the empty space in front of me rippled, and I stumbled forward into the light. 

It took a few moments to catch my breath and orient myself to my new surroundings. I stood in a run down bar, the counter made of auburn wood and the stools of cheap red leather that was peeling apart. Behind the counter, the shelves were lined with glass bottles of different kinds of alcohol, and a thick purple curtain covered a doorway to a back room. The only light came from the shelf behind the bar and an old television in the corner. 

My eyes fell on the only other person in the bar, who sat on one of the seats with his elbow on the table. At first I thought he had his face buried in one of his hands, but as I stared, I realized that the hand covering his features was actually disembodied. He wore all black, his posture slumped, and his hair was a messy light blue. 

He turned to me, and I could see his blazing red eyes narrow from between the fingers of the hand.

“Who are you?” He snarled, his voice high and gravelly as he pushed himself to his feet. 

I glanced over my shoulder to see Kurogiri materializing behind me. 

“Tomura Shigaraki. I brought a new recruit,” he said. 

The blue haired hand-guy looked me over, eyes narrowed. “Really…” 

I crossed my arms, annoyed. “I came here because your shadow thing told me too. If you’re a dick, then I’ll be taking my leave.” 

Shigaraki eyes turned furious, gaze turning towards Kurogiri. “You brought me such an insolent girl? Get her out of my sight before I kill her for her disrespect.”

“Tomura please. She is a well known spy and assassin, and she would be an excellent addition to the League. We need new recruits.” 

“What is her quirk?” He surveyed me, and I felt my anger begin to boil. 

“She is quirkless, master.” 

Shigaraki began to wheeze, and I realized he was laughing. “You really expect me to accept a quirkless, useless villain to my team?” I pulled a knife from my suit without blinking, throwing it as hard as I could at Shigaraki’s head. As I intended, the weapon barely grazed his ear and hit the opposite wall where it stuck, shaking. 

I smiled. “Is this immature, contemptuous idiot really your master? There’s no way someone so stupid could be leading this operation. Although…” I paused and smiled arrogantly in Hand-Guy’s direction. “I guess with your colossal failure at UA, I can understand better.” 

“You little brat--!” Shigaraki stood and prowled towards me, his red eyes furious. “How dare you disrespect me!”

I stood my ground. “You disrespected me first.” 

Shigaraki reached a hand towards me, and I pointed my gun at him, preparing to shoot him in the face. Before either of us could kill the other, a portal erupted between us, preventing any further violence. 

“Get out of the way, Kurogiri,” Shigaraki hissed. 

“Tomura, we need more people to be able to defeat All Might and the heroes! Keep your goals in mind before you kill every new recruit.” 

Shigaraki lowered his hand slowly, still glaring at me. I lowered my weapon as well, but kept it at the ready by my side. 

“I’ll give you a chance. But if you fail me in any way, I’ll kill you.” 

I crossed my arms. “All I want is to kill All Might. If helping you will get me my revenge, then I can work with you.” 

Shigaraki turned away, gesturing to Kurogiri. “You can show her a room.”

---

One of the better things about being part of the League of Villains was their training facility. I wasn’t sure how they could afford it, and I didn’t ask, but the room was huge and had tons of equipment. Plus, it was almost always empty because there weren’t many official members of the League yet. 

Shigaraki and I hadn’t spoken after the initial introduction, and I hadn’t asked after him. My job was to provide support to his team, and in return I would get my revenge. There was nothing beyond that, so I was fine with waiting until I was called upon. 

I saw Kurogiri much more often than his master, and he filled me in on some of the League’s goals. Apparently, the hero killer Stain was rising in popularity, his ideals and philosophies taking over the internet. According to Kurogiri, Shigaraki wanted to turn the momentum against the heroes, and shift the focus onto us instead of Stain. I couldn’t care less about the bullshit that was the media. I knew it was a powerful force, driving many people’s understanding of the world, but I just saw it as a web of lies that anyone could manipulate with the proper position and money. 

Because of this, I tried to stay out of the main base, where the TV was always on and Shigaraki lurked at the bar. Instead, I spent most of my time training. 

I slammed my fist into the punching bag again and again, rocking it back a few inches and making my knuckles burn as sweat rolled down my back. I kept my wrists loose and knees slightly bent, kicking the dummy right in the face and rocking it back. 

“Please try to not ruin our equipment,” an annoyed voice complained. 

I whirled around, wiping sweat from my forehead with the back of my arm. “What are you doing?” I asked, narrowing my eyes at Shigaraki. 

He wore a black sweatshirt and black pants, his face still hidden behind the weird, disembodied hand. He tilted his head, watching me with his dark red eyes. 

“I’m here to train. What else would I be doing?”

I scowled. “You train?”  He really didn’t seem like the type. “I was under the impression that you just sat back and let your minions fail at your horribly thought out plans.” 

The little bit of his face that I could see twisted. “I should kill you right here,” he snarled. 

“You can try,” I smiled, a knife snapping into my palm. 

We stared at each other for a long moment, neither of us moving. When he finally lunged, I jumped to the side and kicked out my leg. He was faster than I expected, avoiding my attempt to trip him and easily moving his momentum so he was charging back in my direction. He reached out his hand for my arm, but I rolled under him and punched him in the back of the knee, making him fall. 

I didn’t know what his quirk was exactly, but my guess was that it had something to do with his hands, since he didn’t have any other weapons. I had to avoid them at all costs. 

While he was on his knees, I roundhouse kicked him in the back of the head, sending him sprawling. He didn’t move for a long moment, and I shifted warily. Before I could blink, he rolled and tackled my legs out from under me. I was able to twist in the air, jumping out of the way of his reaching hands and landing on my ass a few feet away. 

We glared at each other, panting, both of us out of breath. Behind his mask, his eyes flickered, and I had only a second to move as he jumped at me. My fist came up and punched him directly in the face, most of it blocked by the mask covering his features. However, the force of my hit knocked the hand loose, sending it spinning off to the side. Shigaraki grunted and grabbed my arm. 

I screamed. 

It was the worst pain I had ever experienced, as though my arm was being torn to pieces or dissolved in acid, and my vision went white. I had just enough control over my mind to instinctually head butt Shigaraki in the forehead, and he released my arm. Unfortunately, he kicked my feet out from under me, sending me sprawling into his chest and making us both crash into the floor in a tangled heap.

I pushed myself up on my hands, straddling his hips and pinning his wrists so he couldn’t touch me again. We stared at each other, both panting and furious. I hadn’t gotten a good look at him without the mask before, but now I blinked in surprise. 

He was much younger than I expected, probably only a year or two older than me. His red eyes burned in contrast to the dark circles under his eyes, and his lips were cracked and scarred. He looked like he could seriously use some moisturizer. 

Despite all that, I felt my cheeks flushing. I was completely caught off guard, and didn’t like it. 

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“Get off me,” he growled, but his eyes trailed over my face slowly and he didn’t sound very convincing. 

I blushed furiously and rolled off him, careful not to touch his hands. “You’re better at fighting than I expected.” 

He sat up, glaring at me with hooded eyes. “Why wouldn’t you expect me to be trained?” 

“I don’t know...I guess I thought that you wouldn’t usually fight since you’re the leader of the League and have other lesser villains to do your dirty work.” 

“I don’t usually fight in the actual battles. But it’s good to be prepared.”

I huffed a laugh, but my stomach twisted. There were too many times when I wished I had been better equipped to fight back. It was why I had transformed myself into the assassin I was...

“What’s your quirk?” I asked, grimacing as I gently touched my arm. 

Shigaraki followed my gaze, regret passing over his features momentarily. “Decay… anything I touch with all five fingers will immediately start to dissolve.” 

I blinked in shock. That powerful? No wonder he didn’t need any weapons. 

“What!? You could have killed me!” 

Shigaraki rolled his eyes. “Yes, that was the point.” 

“Then why aren’t you trying to kill me now?” 

“You’re more powerful than I expected...for being quirkless. You could be useful.” 

I snorted. “Thanks.” 

I opened my mouth to ask him another question when shadows seemed to pull apart the air in front of us, and Kurogiri appeared. 

“Tomura Shigaraki. Master wishes to speak to you.” 

Shigaraki looked at me, and then at Kurogiri. “He would probably wish to meet you.” He said to me after a long moment. 

I blinked. “Are you not the leader of the League?”

Shigarki stood and grabbed his hand mask, placing it back over his face. “I am. But my master helps me and guides me when I need his advice.”

Shigaraki’s tone of voice was strange to me. Over the years locked away in the brothel, I had picked up observational skills which allowed me to read people’s moods and relationships pretty well. When Shigaraki spoke about his master, he sounded reverent, affectionate, and tense all at once. What was their relationship? “Is he coming here?”

Shigaraki did his strange wheezing laugh. “No, of course not. It would be far too risky for him.”

I crossed my arms. “Fine then. How do you communicate?”

Shigaraki answered by gesturing to Kurogiri and I sighed, sheathing my knives and stepping through the shadows. The disturbing sense of pressure across my body pressed down on me, but I stepped into the bar only a second later. 

My eyes immediately went to the television in the corner, which glowed a strange, flickering white. 

“Master,” Shigaraki moved past me, kneeling in front of the TV with his head lowered. “You wanted to speak with me.” 

“Tomura, good. There is news. Have you been able to recruit any new villains?”

“Yes, master.” Shigaraki glanced over his shoulder and I moved forward at his gesture. 

The TV didn’t speak for a long moment, and I felt a deep sense of discomfort as my body prickled. I twitched, unable to shake the feeling that eyes were watching my every move, seeing deep into my soul. 

“Y/n L/n, the Nightingale. It is excellent to meet you.” 

I lowered my head slightly, trying to keep my voice from sounding mocking as I spoke. “To whom do I owe this...pleasure?” 

The TV rumbled with a chuckle. “It’s unnecessary to know who I am. Just know that I am watching this world, and I have decided it should change for the better. Tomura is my successor, who will make this dream a reality. I am glad you’ve decided to join us.”

Make this world better? What could a bunch of villains have to improve? There was something about this “master” that made alarm bells go off in my head. I didn’t trust him in the least. 

Before I could decide how to respond, the TV spoke again. “Tomura, I have some things to discuss in private.”

“Of course, Master.” Shigaraki spoke with childlike admiration, and I scrunched my eyebrows together. He didn’t seem like the type to stoop low without reason. 

I stood. “I’ll take my leave. If you need me, I’ll be out in the city. Just give me a ring.” 

“Where are you going?” Shigaraki watched me, eyes intense. 

“I have a job, you know.” I turned without another word to Shigaraki, heading towards the door. “It was nice to meet you, master,” I called sarcastically over my shoulder. 

It probably wasn’t the best idea to antagonize the guy within the TV; based on Shigaraki and Kurogiri’s loyalty and devotion, it seemed like he was pretty powerful. I also couldn’t shake the chill from my bones from hearing his deep voice. It was that of an ancient creature, who had seen more violence than I could ever imagine. I had no doubt that he could crush me like an ant without a split second’s hesitation. 

The thought made my fists curl. I refused to be powerless anymore, even if it meant antagonizing people who far outranked me. 

Chapter 2

#Shigaraki #tomurashigaraki #mha #my hero academia #My Hero #xreader

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Please write more Levi scenario. Your Levi is just too good

Aw thanks 💕 I definitely will hehehehe

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Coffee Addiction: Dabi x reader part 1/3

This is part 1 of my yandere Dabi series. Let me know if you like it!

WARNING: Minor NSFW 🔥

Art creds @tomomoni 🔥🔥🔥

The entirety of the League of Villains thought that Dabi was addicted to coffee. It would make sense; he frequented the local coffee shop almost every day, and would constantly ask if his fellow members needed drinks. He always seemed in a bad mood if he didn’t visit, and it resulted in Toga buying him dozens of different roasts, as well as a coffee machine for Christmas. 

But it wasn’t coffee that Dabi was addicted to. No, it was the cute cashier that worked Thursday through Sunday, 2:00pm-10:00pm--something that Dabi had confirmed ages ago. 

You had started working at the coffee shop to get a little extra money to pay for your University tuition come the fall, and the cafe was only a few blocks from your house. You actually enjoyed working with customers, and making the drinks wasn’t hard either once you got the hang of it, so all in all you didn’t mind putting time into going. 

The first time Dabi had come into the shop was after a long stakeout mission, where he had stayed up all night marking where the little heroes-in-training slept and spent their time. It was a boring and stupid task, especially for someone of his skill, but whiny ass Shigaraki had insisted. The crusty leader said that “every little thing was important” and making sure the students were taken care of was the first step. 

Which left Dabi practically delirious the next day, after mindlessly staring at the UA building for eight hours straight. His eyes were burning and bloodshot, and he could barely keep on his feet as he made his way back to the League base the next afternoon.

Getting coffee was a split second decision as he passed the shop, something that he never would have normally done. But he knew that a certain piece of dried skin would want a full report when he got back, so it was probably better to get some caffeine in his blood before that ordeal. 

Dabi considered robbing the cafe and killing everyone there, but for one thing he didn’t want to draw attention to himself, and for another he was too tired. Instead, he donned a face mask and a pair of sunglasses, pulling up his hood and stepping inside like a regular customer. 

It was busy, considering it was 3’oclock on a Thursday, and Dabi had to wait another five minutes before the line shrank enough for him to order. It was probably because the cashier engaged almost everyone in conversation, smiling brightly at them as they listed the drinks they wanted. Even the rude people seemed to soften slightly as you chatted amiably, waving your hands around and laughing. 

When Dabi got up to the counter, he had no idea what any of the drinks were, so he just grunted, “Something that will wake me up.” 

You blinked at him in curiosity, raising your eyebrows as you took in the sunglasses he continued to wear inside, but after a long moment you tapped something on the screen in front of you.

“Do you mind it being bitter?” 

Dabi shrugged. “No.”

“Alright, that will be $3.97. Can I get a name for the order?” 

He was beginning to think that getting this stupid coffee was more trouble than it was worth, but he finally muttered, “Shoto.”

Obviously, connecting himself to the Todoroki family in any way was risky, but Dabi couldn’t help but use the name. Perfect little Shoto, the heir to the spot of number one hero and daddy’s favorite. 

It took another ten minutes for the coffee to come out, since the cashier was so backed up, and Dabi practically fell asleep standing up. He got many strange looks because of his attire, but he ignored the idiotic customers sitting at the tables around him or waiting for their own orders. 

Instead, he listened to you hum as you moved around behind the counter, talking with people and making drink after drink. 

Finally, your eyes fell on Dabi. “Here’s your coffee!” You held it up. 

As Dabi approached the counter, you leaned across it and lowered your voice in a secretive way. “So...are you some sort of secret agent?”

The villain blinked. “No.”

“Oh.” You sounded vaguely disappointed. “I just thought because of the--” You tapped your face to indicate his glasses. 

“Huh.” 

You laughed slightly, leaning back. “Well, enjoy your drink.” 

“Thanks.” Dabi stepped back, and then paused. 

“I’m not a secret agent. I’m a spy...don’t tell.” 

The look of delight that crossed your face made the ridiculousness worth it. 

“Ok, I won’t tell anyone.” You made the motion of zipping your mouth closed and tossing the key. Dabi rolled his eyes behind his glasses, and left without looking back. 

----

Dabi thought nothing of the interaction for a while. In fact, any thought of the girl from the coffee shop had left his mind the moment he stepped out of the cafe. That is, until a week later when Dabi finally had time to himself for self care. 

He had been so busy with League business that pleasuring himself had been the last thing on his mind. Every night, he was too tired to do anything but pass out, and he had no time during the day. 

But a week after first meeting you, he found himself in the shower, cock in hand. He let out a low grunt as he fisted himself, moving his hand slowly up and down as he tilted his head back. The hot water from the shower washed over his hair and down his back as he moved a bit faster. 

He closed his eyes, his mind automatically conjuring an image of a big tittied porn star from one of the videos he watched regularly-- but somehow, it wasn’t satisfying. It was almost boring, not enough…

Your pretty face came into his mind unprompted, crying as you knelt in front of him with his dick in your mouth. The choking noises you would make, the helpless little whimpers--

“Shit,” Dabi groaned, coming almost immediately. It was one of the fastest he had finished in his whole life. “What the hell.”

It made no sense. Why had you made him react like that? 

Dabi’s confusion only grew. After the night in the shower, he had gone back to the coffee shop to see you again and confirm that you were just as boring and idiotic as everyone else. When you had spotted him, a wide smile had popped up on your face. 

“Mr. Spy, nice to see you again,” you whispered when he got up to the counter, and Dabi crossed his arms. 

“I’ll get anything,” he finally said, not taking his eyes off you. 

You didn’t seem bothered by his rudeness, and you rubbed your hands together instead. “Ooh, a challenging customer.”

You set about clanging dishes together and starting the blender, muttering under your breath the whole time. When you finally slammed his cup on the counter, you had a proud smile on your face. 

“I call this, ‘The Secret Sip’. You know, in honor of you being a spy!” 

Dabi raised his eyebrows, looking between the drink and the girl. “Ok.”

“Oh, come on, at least look excited to try it.”

“You can’t even see my expression.”

“You radiate deadpan energy.” 

“I...what?”

Another customer appeared at the counter, and you shoved the drink towards him. “Let me know how it is,” you ordered, before going to help the other person on line. 

Dabi waited in an alley next to the coffee shop for another four hours before you finally locked up and started heading home. He was used to being patient from countless stakeouts, but your pace was agonizingly slow as you made your way down the block with your headphones in your ears. The sky was getting dark, and he couldn’t help but wonder about the likelihood of you getting attacked; it was a good thing he was there, watching from the shadows. 

Your apartment was only a few blocks down, and Dabi watched you enter through the double doors and disappear into the elevator. He wouldn’t follow--not yet at least. 

Instead, he stood in the middle of the darkening pavement, looking up at the many windows of the building. It was only three stories, and the windows were pretty large…

Luck was on Dabi’s side that night. He felt something in his chest leap as a light turned on in one of the second story rooms, and then your silhouette moved across the glass. He watched in openmouthed delight as you lifted your shirt from your head, tossing it to the floor and padding away deeper into the room. A moment later you reappeared in only your bra and underwear, rummaging through a drawer next to the window. 

Dabi’s pants felt suddenly tight around his hardening dick, and he quickly turned and walked away. It would be better to just kill you now, but somehow that thought didn’t bring him much pleasure. He didn’t want to kill you. He wanted to fuck you so hard, you would never think of anyone except for him again.

#Dabi #dabi x reader #dabi fanfic #mha dabi #mha #my hero academia #anime #fanfiction #fanfic

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Hey! Did you read the message I wrote underneath the art? I looked for over an hour for the original post, but unfortunately I couldn’t find the artist. I’m not sure if they deleted their account or the original post, but if you happen to know who they are then please let me know. Thank you for your concern regarding the credit but I’m not using it as if it’s my own. I AM giving the artist credit, I just genuinely couldn’t find who they were 😭

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Drunk: Eren x reader pt. 2 🔥

This is part 2 of my Eren fanfic--if you want to read part 1, it’s here! 

I worked with one of my amazing friends on this fanfic (most of the smut 😏) so if you enjoyed this, you should check out her AO3 account @Tawongan_2002

WARNING: SMUT🔥🔥

ALL CREDS TO THE AMAZING ARTIST! If anyone knows their @, please comment; I looked everywhere and I couldn’t find the original, but I would love to give them all the credit they deserve. 

ENJOY!

You could barely look at Eren for a week after “the incident”. Every time you had a free moment, your thoughts would automatically wander back to him, replaying every word and expression, trying to figure out if he meant what he said--or if it was all just a dream your drunken mind had created. 

You had woken up in Eren’s tent, so you knew that at least wasn’t your imagination. But everything else… you couldn’t be sure. And even if it did happen, maybe he wasn’t being serious. Maybe he was just messing with you. 

Your confusion made it impossible to function around him, which meant you were reduced to the classic technique of avoiding him at all costs. It got you into a few awkward moments, when you would turn and walk the other way when he approached, or cut off mid sentence if he tried to join a conversation. You weren’t sure the others noticed, until Armin finally said something a week later. 

“Y/n, is something going on with you and Eren? Did you fight?” Your friend glanced at you in concern, and you felt your stomach sink. Damn, you were hoping to avoid this conversation. 

“What? No, of course not. I….nothing happened.” 

Armin, being the observant person that he was, saw right through you. “Right.” He looked over to where Mikasa and Eren were talking a few feet away, then back to you. “You don’t have to tell me, but whatever it is, you should work it out.” 

“Seriously Armin, there’s nothing going on.” 

He patted your arm before giving you an apologetic look. “Well then you won’t mind…” He turned away, calling out to Mikasa across the field. “Mikasa! Do you want to pair up for combat training?” 

The dark haired woman raised her eyebrows, her gaze immediately going to Eren. 

Armin was quick to notice her hesitation. “Eren can be with Y/n for today.” 

Your mouth fell open in horror, but Mikasa was already shrugging her shoulders in acceptance. 

NOOOOO! you wanted to scream, but Eren was nodding in agreement as well and you were stuck.

Armin smiled slightly and patted your arm again. “Good luck!” Fuck. 

Combat training took place an hour later, and your stomach sank as you noticed Eren moving towards you. 

“Hey,” he murmured as he approached, and you forced a smile. 

“Hi.” 

You avoided meeting his eyes, but all that did was remind you of his words within his tent. “Why don’t you ever look at me?” 

You took a deep breath and pushed the thoughts from your head. You had to focus if you were going to beat Eren. 

A whistle blew, and you crouched in a defensive position, facing off. Eren eyed you carefully, looking for any openings in your stance while you did the same to him. Across the field, Mikasa had already pinned Armin to the ground, and Conny and Sasha had started a dance battle. 

Eren lunged at you, and you jumped backward, avoiding his first punch. You slid to the left, kicking at the back of his knee, but he sidestepped. Again and again you came at each other, neither of you getting the upper hand, until--

You saw Eren’s foot sweeping out to trip you too late, but you managed to collide with him instead of falling on your face. He grunted as you slammed into him, causing you both to tumble backwards to the ground. 

“I’m sorry--” You lifted your head ready to apologize, until you realized that Eren’s face was inches away, his whole body pressed against yours, and your legs tangled together. Your mind went blank and you felt your cheeks flame. 

“Are you ok?” He asked seriously, scanning your face. His hands slid up the back of your thighs, coming to rest on your waist.

“I--yes…” You swallowed. “Sorry.” 

His eyes trailed down to your mouth. “Y/n--”

“Eren!” Mikasa’s desperate voice broke whatever trance Eren had you under, and you awkwardly rolled off of him. The rest of the scouts who had been training were looking over as Mikasa and Armin jogged over, the former already scanning Eren from head to foot for injury. “What happened?” 

You took the opportunity to turn and stride away, heading for your tent as you fought the sudden heat across your whole body. You could feel it pulsing between your legs, something that made a blush of shame creep up your cheeks. You didn’t understand how one person could affect you so thoroughly, and yet here you were.

 The tension racing through your body from simply touching Eren...you had to do something to work it off before you faced him again. 

You barely made it through the flap of your tent before you were shoving your leathers down your legs and falling onto your bedroll, kicking your underthings down to your ankles. Your hand eased between your thighs, and you buried your face in your pillow to muffle your moan. Your fingers were quickly wet with your juices, sliding easily between your folds and up to your clit. The second you touched the sensitive area, you arched and shuddered, imagining Eren’s hand instead. Your breath came in great gasps as you moved your fingers, using your pointer on your clit and easing your middle finger deep inside you. 

“A-ah...” You gasped, your eyes squeezed shut tightly as you imagined Eren sliding your shirt off, his tongue on your nipples as he hiked your legs up. “Oh god--” 

You were so close, somehow nearing an orgasm despite only a few minutes having gone by, your pent up energy making you more sensitive. A moan slipped through your teeth even as you tried to cover your mouth, loud enough that you were sure anyone passing your tent would have heard. 

But you couldn’t find it in yourself to care as your orgasm slammed into you, your legs shaking and your back arching. 

“Oh, fuck.”

Your eyes flew open at the husky voice, and a second orgasm hit you immediately after the first as you saw Eren, his green eyes fixed on your fingers moving between your spread legs. 

“Er-ren?” You gasped in horror, but through the pleasure still ripping through you, it was almost like you were moaning his name. 

“I’m sorry,” he said, but it came out feral and deep. “I didn’t mean to--I wanted to talk to you--fuck--” 

As your orgasm faded, you scrambled to pull a blanket over your exposed body-- like that would do anything to hide what you had just been doing. If you could have chosen a time to die, it would have been then. 

“Please just forget about this,” you said, your voice coming out as more of a squeak as you stared at him with wide eyes. He wouldn’t tell anyone, would he?

Eren gazed down at you, his eyes slightly glazed as he examined your still flushed cheeks. “What were you thinking about just then?” 

“Huh?”  “You came in here to fuck yourself for a reason, right?” 

You swallowed and forced an innocent smile. “I was thinking about Captain Levi, obviously.” 

It was funny to watch Eren’s mouth fall open as he stiffened, clearly not expecting that response. After a long moment, he smirked. “Hm. Want me to go tell him that?” 

“No! Oh my god--” You said, sitting up to plead with Eren. Telling Captain Levi that you had been masturbating while thinking about him would be like opening a titan’s mouth and diving inside. Probably worse, honestly. 

Eren chuckled at your panicked expression. “I won’t.” 

His eyes trailed down and you gasped in horror. Your stupid, traitorous blanket had slipped right off your shoulders...leaving you exposed from the waist up. Your nipples hardened in the cold air, and Eren’s eyes were glued to them. 

You gasped, going to cover yourself with your arms, but your gaze suddenly snagged on the large, growing bulge in Eren’s pants. You went red, your core instantly flooded once again as you imagined just what that meant…

You slowly raised your eyes, meeting Eren’s gaze for a long moment as you both sat utterly still. He swallowed slowly, and it triggered something in your mind. Before your courage could disappear, you reached forward and grabbed his face, crashing your lips to his. He made a low noise of surprise, but then he was pulling you close, his hands sliding into your hair as he tilted your head to push his tongue into your mouth. 

You bit his lip, moaning a little, and your noises seemed to snap the restraint Eren had been holding on himself. He shoved you backwards onto the backroll, coming to hover over you with his arms braced on either side of your head. You sighed as he began to kiss down your neck, his teeth sliding along the sensitive place between your neck and shoulder. His hands held your waist tightly, sliding along your bare sides and down to your ass. 

You shuddered as he slid his tongue down your chest to your nipple, and you arched off the mat as he sucked it into his mouth. Your tits had never been particularly sensitive, but somehow you felt like you could cum just from Eren kissing your chest. 

He laughed softly as he moved between your tits, kissing in a line down to your stomach and stopping where the blanket still covered your hips. 

“Can I…?” He looked up at you, and you swallowed, nodding frantically. At this point, if he stopped you might just implode. 

Luckily, he didn’t hesitate to wrench the blanket from around your waist, leaving you completely exposed. You automatically went to close your legs, but he was faster and stronger. Forcing your knees apart, you went red as you saw how hungry his expression got as he took in how wet you were. You already felt the slick coating the inside of your thighs. 

“You don’t understand how long I’ve wanted to do this…” he muttered, but you didn’t have the time to unpack his words before you felt his hot tongue slide up over you. Your mind went blank and you moaned, shuddering violently at the mind blowing pleasure that shot through your body.  

The moment he fully tasted you, Eren let out a low groan. The dim light of the tent sharpened his jawline and his shirt dipped to expose his collar bone, and you watched as his throat muscles tensed as he swallowed. He hummed softly as he relished the sweetness of you, licking his lips. 

You almost yelped at the sudden stretch of your hips as Eren’s fingers dug into your thighs, pushing them back apart, further than before. His eyes fell on yours lustfully, you could feel the heat rising in your face.

“Sorry Gorgeous, you just taste so good.” 

Erens voice was sultry, almost a dream-like quality about it. You could hear him hum to himself as he leaned down, a small smile flashing on his face until you could feel his hot breath on your inner thighs. 

Eren wasted no time diving in between your folds.  His tongue pushed against you in all the right places as his lips suckled at the sweet flesh. Your hands gripped the bedroll as the tip of his tongue circled around your clit. Small whimpers escaped your mouth as you were already overstimulated. 

 Eren drank in every noise that you made. He wanted to draw this out as long as possible tease you until you were begging, but feeling your hand gripping his hair made him glance up at you. He almost came in his pants at your expression, your head thrown back and your eyes squeezed shut as you whimpered his name over and over. 

“Mhhmmm…. Eren, please--” 

He complied. Mouth closing around your bud he sucked hard, groaning as he felt your nails dig into his scalp. The vibrations went straight to your clit, pushing you over the edge into the third orgasms of the night. Your back arched as you gasped at the jolts of pleasure coursing through your body making your toes curl and thighs clench tightly around Eren’s head. 

Disoriented by the pleasure it was hard to stay in the present, all you could feel was Eren’s tongue still lapping at you, drawing out your orgasm, and his hand pressing your thighs into the sides of his head. 

Your breath was ragged as you fell from your high, Eren released your legs and looked at you with a blissed out smile on his face. The entirety of his mouth and chin were shiny and coated with your juices, making you flush. 

You were about to reach for a towel when he wiped his hand across his face and proceeded to lick his fingers clean. You stared at him in utter amazement. 

Eren leaned back against the post of the tent in pure male satisfaction at seeing you so fucked out because of him. He wouldn’t be able to get the taste of you out of his mouth for weeks. 

As you sat up, you realized he still had a massive boner caged within the tight uniform pants, which did nothing in hiding the fact that Eren was … quite large. 

Before you could even think about what you were doing, you found yourself moving to the end of the bedroll to kneel before him, undoing the button on his pants. Eren looked down at you in confusion. 

“What are you doing?” 

“I was going to return the favor, unless you don’t want me to,” you said, pausing. 

Eren’s pupils widened until his eyes were almost black. “Are you sure?”

You nodded as you pulled his pants and boxers down, freeing his dick. You could hear Eren’s breath hitch at the sudden chill of the air, followed by a deep groan as your hot mouth enveloped his tip. The salty taste of precum sent your head spinning as you swirled your tongue around the head. 

He was so big, you couldn’t fit his entire length in your mouth. Instead, you used your hands on the base of him, forcing him deep enough to hit the back of your throat as you bobbed your head slowly. 

“Ah- fuck, you have to stop.” Eren gently grabbed your hair to stop your movements. You innocently lifted your gaze, meeting his with his dick still in your mouth. You felt him jerk at the image, but he managed not to lose control and force his whole length in your mouth like an animal. “I’m gonna come if you keep this up.” His voice was a breathless groan. 

You smiled slightly, pulling back and standing up. Eren let you push him onto the bedroll, letting you take the lead as you straddled him. 

“Is this ok?” You asked, meeting his eyes. 

“Fuck yes,” he shuddered, his hands gripping your thighs as you slowly began sinking down onto him. Due to his size, there was a slight pinch as you forced yourself down to the hilt; the tip of his dick reached places you had never dreamed of reaching. It only took a moment for the pain to fade, and sighing in satisfaction at the feeling of fullness, you slowly started to move up and down his shaft. 

Each time you sank back down Eren let out a small moan, watching himself disappear into your core. Eren’s grip on your hips kept you at a slow pace, but you could tell he wanted more. 

You tried to pick up the pace but Eren wouldn’t let you. So he thought you couldn’t handle it, huh? Well you just needed to push him to the edge, make it so he can’t help but pound you into oblivion. 

The next time you came down so his entire shaft was inside you, you rolled your hips and squeezed your pelvic floor. Eren let out a deep groan of surprise and pleasure, so you did it again. And again. Apparently the motion to direct yourself in ODM gear is not that much different than Kegel exercises. 

You continued your torment on Eren’s member; rolling your hips in conjunction with constant clenching of your walls around his achingly throbbing cock, you brought both him and yourself into pent up breaths as you both reached your climax. 

“Y/n...” Eren moaned out your name. You could tell he was dying to push you and himself over the edge. 

“Do it Ere–” before you could finish Eren started thrusting up into you at a breathtakingly fast pace. Eren’s strong arms kept you suspended on his cock ruthlessly rutting up into you. You were gasping and moaning with no shame as the tip of his cock pounded into a deep spot within you that had your vision going white as your eyes rolled to the back of your head. 

You barely felt the hot ropes of cum that filled you up as you shook with pleasure. Eren, reaching his own climax, was slumped into your chest, his softening cock still filling you up. 

When you had recovered enough to actually see straight, you slowly slid off his dick and rolled to the side, breathless. 

Eren turned to look at you, brushing his hair away from his face as he smiled widely. “When I said I’d make you moan for the whole camp to hear, I didn’t mean it quite so literally.” It took a moment for you to register his words, realizing how loud you two had been. There would be no hiding what you had been doing. 

“Oh-oh god,” you gasped. “What do we do?!” 

“What do you mean?” Eren raised his eyebrows. 

“Everyone will know!” 

He shrugged. “And?” 

Seeing your expression hadn’t relaxed, he gently cupped your face in his hands. “It’s fine, Y/n. This way, we don’t have to sneak around next time.” 

Your fucked out brain wasn’t able to comprehend this new development of “next time”-- the fact that Eren might in fact want to be with you again-- so instead you just sighed and curled into his side. 

“Plus, maybe Jean will back the fuck up.” 

You snorted at his annoyed expression, making his eyes soften. 

Were you just imagining the affection in that look?

 Part 1 here! 

#eren #eren jeager #eren x reader #eren aot #AoT #attack on titan #anime #fanfiction #fanfic

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Drunk: Eren x reader ☁️

This definitely didn’t go in the direction I expected, but I’m not mad about it LMAO. Just a little Eren fluff for ya’ll. Lmk if you want a part 2 (which may or may not have smut hehehehe)

AGDASA this makes me drool

Art creds go to @suechimu on Twitter! 

Your head was already pounding, and you had only been drunk for a few hours. Not a good omen for the morning; you were dreading the hangover that was soon to come. 

The faint light of the camp by the sea swayed slightly as you stumbled down the path, heading for your own tent where you could finally pass out. You had been with Connie and Sasha for way longer than you intended, drinking far more than you probably should have after weeks of hard travel and planning. Connie had passed out on his bedroll after only three drinks, and Sasha had finally succumbed to the bread she had been storing, which left you alone on your walk. 

The fresh ocean air felt nice on your face, and you breathed deeply as you stumbled along. The darkness made it difficult to tell where you were going, but most people had gone to sleep a while ago, which hopefully meant that you wouldn’t get caught this drunk wandering around. 

Unfortunately, you spoke too soon. 

“Y/n?” A low, familiar voice said from behind you, and you jolted, turning. 

Eren stood a few feet away, his hands in his pockets and his hair pulled out of his face. His eyebrows were raised slightly as he took in your glazed eyes and unbalanced posture, but he didn’t say anything else. 

“Eren,” you muttered, cursing soundly in your head. Of all the people you wanted to run into, Eren was probably at the bottom of the list. Eren, who you had been in love with since the day you met him when you were fifteen, who had broken your heart over and over without even knowing. Eren, who would never, ever know your true feelings. 

“What are you doing out this late?” He took a step towards you, and it took every last sober thought to not sprint away from him at top speed. Or kiss him. 

“Lost track of time,” you said, your words slurring slightly, and his green eyes flashed. 

“Have you been drinking?” 

Obviously. “What do you care?” 

“I don’t.” 

No, no he didn’t. Which was why you would never tell him of the painful, unconditional feelings you had for him. That, and there was also the issue of Mikasa. Your friend who had loved Eren since they were children and had protected him for years… you couldn’t just insert yourself between them like that. The only person you had ever told was Armin, and you made him swear to never tell a soul. 

“I gotta go,” you said, swaying, and you didn’t look at Eren as you turned away. Unfortunately, you had less balance than you expected, and you began to tilt as your body rejected walking normally. 

You didn’t even notice Eren lunging for you until he had you wrapped in his arms, holding you upright. 

“You really shouldn’t be out like this,” he murmured in your ear, and you felt your whole body flush. 

“I-I-” Your words were cut off as he lifted you into his arms, hugging you tightly to his chest as he began to stride through the camp. 

“Hey wait!” You gasped. “Put me down!” 

“You can’t even walk straight. I think it’s better if I carry you.” 

You gritted your teeth, but he was right. You were barely sober enough to walk anymore, let alone make it across camp to your own tent. 

But being this close to Eren…you knew you’d be up all night, playing his words over and over, picturing his face in the dim light, imagining his arms around you all the time—

No. No. You wouldn’t go down this road yet again. “Will you take me to Jean?” 

Eren stiffened slightly, even as his face remained blank. “What?” 

“Will you take me to—“

“I heard you the first time. Why?”

You and Jean had a…fine relationship. You loved one another as friends, but neither of you were IN love. You could distract each other, working off your physical needs every once and a while by spending a night in each other's tent. It wasn’t permanent, and it didn’t mean anything, but you were happy he was around. Especially at times like this, when you needed to pull your thoughts as far from Eren as possible. 

“I want to…see him.” 

Eren didn’t even look at you. “You’re too drunk to continue any… nightly activities.” 

“What?” You gaped. He didn’t answer, and you wriggled in his arms. “Eren, what the hell!”

“You’re clearly exhausted. You seeing Jean won’t help you in the morning when we have to start training again.” 

You glared at him, but your drunken mind was foggy. “Fuck you,” you muttered, but...you relaxed against his chest again. 

Until you realized you weren’t going in the direction of your tent. “Where are you taking me?”

“My tent.” 

You could have sworn something in your brain exploded. “Uh...what?” 

Eren gave you an annoyed look. “I don’t trust that you won’t go wandering out again. You can just sleep on my mat for the night.” 

You swallowed. Twice. “I-I mean--”

Eren stopped in the middle of the path, his face shadowed. “I won’t take you against your will, but I would like to make sure you’re ok.” 

“Ok, fine,” you muttered, leaning your exhausted head back on his shoulder. 

You closed your eyes for only a second, but when you opened them, you were curled inside a small, warm tent, a bundle of blankets over you and a bucket to the right. 

A few feet away sat Eren, who shuffled through a stack of papers on a low table in front of him. You blinked blearily, rubbing your eyes, and Eren immediately snapped his attention to you. 

“You’re awake?” 

You groaned instead of answering, rubbing your temples. “What time is it?” 

“It’s still the middle of the night. Go back to sleep.” 

“But...what about you?” You had taken his bedroll. 

“I’m fine.” 

His eyes were intent on your face, but you avoided his gaze like your life depended on it. Those eyes… so pretty. They were why your favorite color was green. 

You heard him shift, sliding towards you across the floor, and you almost jumped out of your skin as he gently grabbed your face. 

“Why do you never look at me?” His voice was low and annoyed. 

Your eyes immediately snapped to his, your breath coming out in a whoosh. “I do.” 

He shook his head, leaning closer until his minty breath washed across your cheeks. “Don’t lie.” 

A small sound came out of your mouth, and you were sure your feelings were written all over your face. Eren studied you carefully, his eyes sweeping up your reddening cheeks and down to your lips. 

You weren’t sure you were breathing as he leaned forward, barely an inch away, and your eyes fluttered closed. Your heart was pounding loudly in your ears, and you just wanted to close the rest of the distance and kiss him…

But then the heat of his body was receding as he sat back, and you could only blink up at him in bleary, hurt confusion. “What was that?” You stuttered, your voice a little high pitched. 

“I’m not going to do this when you’re drunk.”

“I don’t…” Did he mean he would kiss you when you were sober? You suddenly regretted ever even glancing in the direction of alcohol. 

Eren could apparently see your confusion, because he looked smug. “When you’re mine, you’re going to be perfectly sober and coherent when I make you moan so the whole camp can hear.” 

Your mouth fell open. Eren only grinned in a self satisfied way as he turned back to his papers. “Go back to sleep.” 

Your still drunk mind swirled, and you couldn't be sure this wasn’t just a lucid dream. 

Part 2 here!! 

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Promise: Levi x reader angst 💀

Finallyyyyy completed the holy trinity for Levi: fluff, smut, and angst. If you’re interested, Waking up with Levi is fluff and The Night Before is smut. 

Help I’m obsessed 

“This is shit.” 

Levi Ackerman--your captain, squad leader, and lover--crossed his arms as he raised his eyebrows in disgust at the tea cup sitting in front of him. 

Your mouth dropped open in incredulity. “What!? I did exactly like you said!” 

He shrugged, dismissing you with a glare. “It’s the worst thing I’ve ever tasted.” 

“You’re just an ass.” 

“Don’t be a brat. Some people just aren’t skilled enough to do it right.”

He turned back to the papers sitting on the table, ignoring your disbelieving look. 

You had already been annoyed by the number of laps Levi had made you run during training that day after you had called him a grumpy old man, and you were even more sore due to… other activities. 

But you had decided to put all of that aside and be nice, making him a cup of tea while he worked, since you knew he was stressed.  But this was his reaction? 

You let out a slow breath….and tackled him onto the couch. 

“What the hell--!” Levi grunted as you slammed into him, positioning yourself so you were straddling his hips, glaring down at him. 

“Maybe I just had a bad tea making teacher,” you snapped, leaning down so you were nose to nose. 

Levi’s expression didn’t change, and he gave no warning as he bucked his hips up, flipping you so that he had you trapped beneath him, his arms on either side of your head. 

“Bad teacher, hm? How can I make it up to you?” 

You blinked in surprise at his teasing, something that really wasn’t a common occurrence. Usually it was you who was poking fun at him, while he responded with his usual monotone expression. 

You gave him a sly smile, and he gripped your chin lightly, tilting your face up--

And then there was a knock at the door. 

Levi cursed, rolling off you and heading to the door of his office while you quickly straightened your hair. Of course, everyone knew that you two had been seeing each other, ever since that loud mouthed cadet had walked in on you in bed together. But Levi wasn’t one for PDA and you were fine with that. Private affection was good enough for you. 

“What is it?” You heard Levi’s voice at the door. 

“Captain! I have a message from Commander Erwin regarding the new scouting mission. He is asking to leave in three days, if you think that is possible, Sir.”��

“Three days?” That was sooner than expected, but maybe there was some new information. “Of course. I will begin preparations.” 

One week later: 

You stood at the window, looking out at a pure nightmare. You were within a clocktower towards the east end of the city, and a group of new scouts cowered behind you. And you were completely and utterly surrounded by titans. 

This mission wasn't supposed to be hard; it was a basic scouting mission to examine Wall Rose and plan your next push back against the titans. The scouts that were with you had little to no experience, basically useless against the horrors you faced--you hadn’t been supposed to fight a lot, if at all. 

But you had found the city completely overrun, and it had turned into a bloodbath. You could see gore splattering the street, but no bodies in sight. The titans let none of their food go to waste. 

Levi had left you in charge of the newer scouts, taking the rest of your squad to push down main street and hopefully clear a path. But you hadn’t seen any familiar faces for over an hour, and you could only pray that your friends were safe. Not that it mattered; you would soon be dead if you didn’t figure out how to get out of this clocktower. 

You could hear the sobs of the scouts behind you, their terror practically tangible as you turned to face them. Fear would only lead to paralysis--you had to get them focused if this was going to work. 

“Everyone, listen up!” You called, swallowing hard as you raised your voice. Outside, you heard a crash as one of the titans slammed a fist into the clocktower, making the building shake. A few scouts screamed, but you kept your face carefully calm. “We aren’t going to die here, understand?”

No one looked convinced, and you gritted your teeth. There were too many titans outside to deal with yourself, despite your skill in facing them. You were second only to Levi in your kill count, but this… jumping out there by yourself would be suicide. 

“I need you to listen.” Your voice came out hard and cold, and you glared at the cadets around you. “You all need to be prepared to run. Get as close to the wall as possible, and keep to high ground. The center of town has the most titans, so head north.”  

Most were listening now, and you tightened the straps on your ODM gear. “I’m going to draw them away from you. There might still be a few titans remaining, because I can’t guarantee that they’ll all come after me, but deal with it. This is what you’ve been training for.” 

You looked out the window, clenching your fists as you met the eyes of a titan only a few feet below you. Bastard. 

You turned and faced the scouts once again, nodding in farwell. It was likely that this might be your last time seeing many of them. “Give your hearts.” 

And then you jumped out of the window. 

The wind was an unending howl in your ear, tearing your hair from it’s braid as you swung between the houses, keeping just ahead of the reaching hands of the titans behind you. You had been working to rile them up, moving them away from the clocktower where the young cadets still hid, only pausing for brief breaks on rooftops. You had a few close calls, one ending with your shoulder becoming a bloody mess, but years of training and experience kept you from death. 

Your plan to act as bait had mostly worked; you could see only a few small titans remaining around the clock tower, which would hopefully allow the cadets to escape to a safer place. 

You stumbled as you landed atop a roof, a scream echoing down the block from you. You whipped your head in it’s direction, feeling your heart sink as you took in the form of a huddled scout, cowering before a ten meter titan. The young girl was trying to use her ODM gear to escape, but she was completely out of gas--groundridden. 

You were moving before you could think, leaping from the roof and flying towards the titan which was reaching for the girl. Your blades slammed into the base of its neck, sliding through it’s flesh like butter, and you jumped from the titan’s back as it fell.

You landed in front of the girl, already unstrapping your gear and gesturing for her to do the same. “You’re out of gas?”

She whimpered, but nodded. 

“Take mine and get the hell out of here. Head north and stick to high ground, got it?” 

“What...what about you?” Her voice was weak with terror, and you waved her off. 

“I’m fine.” 

That was a lie. Without gear, you would be completely ground ridden and surrounded by titans. There was no way that you’d be able to survive if you didn’t get to a rooftop. But you didn’t tell her that--you just focused on swapping gear as quickly as possible. 

As soon as she was all strapped in, she hesitated, staring back at you with wide eyes. “You--” 

You shoved her, not needing to hear her desperate words. “Get out of here now.” 

Despite your insistence, you felt your heart sink as she shot into the sky. Because behind you, a titan emerged from the end of the street. 

I’m sorry, Levi. 

All you could do now was run. 

Levi POV: 

Levi slammed into the roof so hard he felt his knees pop, but he was already striding towards the group of cadets cowered a few feet away, the ones he had left under your command. 

Blood covered him from head to foot, both from the titans and his fellow scouts. He hadn’t expected so many casualties--it was why he had put you in command of the newest cadets, since he knew you wouldn’t be on the front lines. But where were you? 

“Where’s L/n?” Levi snapped, approaching the first cadet he saw. The boy stared up at him in terror, not answering. Levi snarled, gripping the front of the boy’s shirt. “Where is she?” 

“Captain!” A young girl stumbled forward, her cheeks tear stained. Despite that, her voice was steady as she spoke. “L/n led the titans away from us so we would be able to escape. Last I saw of her, she was headed west.” 

Levi’s eyes narrowed, feeling his mind go blank. You were smart, fast--but from what he had seen, there were dozens of titans filling the streets. You were such an idiot. 

The survey corps captain turned away without answering, jumping off the roof in the direction the girl had indicated. 

You would be fine. 

It took Levi fifteen minutes to find you, fifteen minutes of utter panic and fury. He had moved through the streets faster than he ever had in his life, pushing the ODM gear far beyond its usual capacity. 

After ten, he had spotted a girl crumpled on a roof, her eyes wide and horrified as she stared across the city at the monsters moving in between the buildings. Levi wouldn’t have stopped except...she wore your gear. 

“Where did you get this?” His voice was almost animalistic as he landed in front of the cadet, indicating the ODM gear strapped to her body. 

The girl looked up at him, tears sliding down her face. “She-she gave it to me…” 

“Why?” He had no time for her whimpering, he had to know where you were. 

“I was out of gas...she told me to run.” The girl’s voice ended in a sob, and Levi’s vision went red around the edges. 

So you were groundridden, with no ODM gear. 

As Levi turned and slid down the roof, the girl began to wail behind him. 

After another five minutes of desperate, panicked searching went by, he finally saw you... and he felt his chest tighten in terror. 

You ran--on foot--- down the cobblestone streets, no ODM gear in sight as you dodged between overturned carts and the wreckage of buildings. Behind you, three different titans lumbered in pursuit, their eyes wide and smiles huge. So much faster than you. 

You lunged to the left, into a side street, and it took the titans a moment to understand where you’d gone, giving you a second to gain a little ground...but then a large titan appeared at the other end of the block. 

You stumbled to a halt, realizing you were trapped between two titans with no escape. Levi could see your eyes going wide, hands shaking even as you took a deep breath. Acceptance, that’s what was in your expression. 

You were accepting death, as if you didn’t matter, as if you didn’t have people who wanted you to fight to your very last breath. As if he didn’t love you with every bit of what remained of his heart. 

Levi moved faster than he could think, spinning viciously as he slammed into the first titans, spiraling between them in a tornado of blades and death. The first three were down in an instant, and he turned to you…

To find you brandishing your blades at the final titan, despite your lack of ODM gear. 

“Run, you idiot!” He roared, but you just flipped him off over your shoulder, cutting through the reaching fingers of the titan and running up it’s arm. Levi wanted to smack you upside the head for being so reckless and stupid--maybe he would, if you survived. 

He wasn’t sure his ODM gear could handle holding two people at once, but he didn’t care. He would either save you, or you would both die. 

The wires hooked into the wall across the street groaned as Levi slammed into you, his strong arms wrapping around your waist like an iron band as you both fell from the Titans shoulder. You couldn’t help the breathless cry that broke from your lips as you tumbled through open air, but Levi remained focused as he twisted and shot the wires of his gear towards the opposite roof.

You could feel tears beginning to brim as Levi set you gently on the roof, but he didn’t say a word as he turned and lunged back at the Titan still scrambling to reach you. 

It was over in a second. 

Levi landed once again in front of you, wiping a bit of blood from his cheek in disgust. When he met your eyes, you almost flinched at the unending rage darkening his gaze, hiding the infinite panic. But...

Safe, you were safe, you were alive. 

“What the hell was that?” Levi’s voice was almost deadly as he stalked towards you, grabbing the collar of your shirt. 

“A cadet needed my help,” you said softly, and your head drooped slightly. 

“What if I had gotten here a minute later? You’re one of our most skilled scouts--” 

“There will be others to replace me. I don’t matter in the long run, but the future of the Survey Corps does.” 

“Did you just say...you don’t matter?” Levi stepped back slightly, his eyes dark. How did you not realize what you were saying? Did you not understand what you meant to him? Perhaps it was his fault for never expressing it to you, showing you how bleak the world would be if you were gone. How precious you were. 

“I don’t--”

“You almost died, Y/n. Do you not get what that would have done to--” 

You stopped listening for a moment, closing your eyes instead as tears welled. Not at Levi’s words; you didn’t care about that, since it was true. 

Instead, it was the realization that you had been seconds away from never seeing him again. Of course, the entire Survey Corps walked hand and hand with death, had seen it countless times in the most awful and horrific ways. But for some reason, now it was different, which was exactly why relationships were so rare within the scouts. 

Levi had stopped talking, and the tears finally spilled over as he gripped your shoulders. 

“Y/n,” he muttered, still sounding angry, but not so much at you. “Hey.” 

He brushed away your tears with the rough pads of his fingers, and you leaned into his hands. 

“Thank you for saving me,” you finally murmured, and Levi gave you an annoyed look. 

“You have to promise...I mean--you can’t do that…” He stumbled over his words, something you had never seen him do, and you realized how upset he still was. 

“Ok,” you whispered, and buried your head in his chest as you hugged him tightly. 

But you didn’t promise.

~

Waking up with Levi ☁️

The Night Before 🔥

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The Night Before: Possessive Levi smut 🔥

Warning! Angry sex, degradation, light bondage

This is technically a prequel to “Waking up with Levi”, a fluffy Levi oneshot; if you’re interested, you can find it here!

Dear god please find me a man that looks at least a quarter as fine as this ^ pleaseeeeee

Art by @/lvovdcn on Twitter! 

Usually you weren’t the type for petty resentment and revenge. It was too childish and took more energy than you were usually willing to put in…  but usually you weren't this angry. And at Levi, at that.

Levi, your captain, scout leader, and...fuck buddy.

You mostly used each other for a physical distraction, something to keep your minds off the horrific things you saw each day and the people that you lost. You had both mutually agreed to keep it physical only, since having any sort of relationship would only result in distraction--something neither of you could afford.

But he made it hard. It was hard when he stroked your hair absentmindedly, or when he grumpily taught you how to make tea after your atrocious attempts, or when he had stood beside you for an hour in the darkness after your friend had been killed, a silent presence as he grieved with you.

It was especially hard when your friend and fellow squad member, Petra, confessed her feelings for Levi to you, her cheeks flushing a lovely pink and her smile growing shy. You had forced yourself to smile, nodding along with her, even as you wanted to scream.

Levi had immediately noticed your bad mood later that day, as you both worked on paperwork in his office.

“Spit it out,” he had grunted, making you cross your arms.

You glared at him, before saying as lightly as possible, “Petra should be coming here to confess her feelings to you soon.”

“Petra?” He didn’t look up.

“Mhm. She just couldn’t stop going on about how handsome and confident you were. Seems like she really likes you.”

“Are you jealous?” A slow smile was tugging at his lips, and you gritted your teeth.

“Of course not.”

“So you’re just being a nuisance?” He met your eyes, but you stayed silent, pretending to look back at your paperwork. Levi didn’t wait for your response as he continued. “Maybe I should just replace you with lovely Petra if you’re going to keep being a brat.”

He was just trying to get a rise out of you; you knew that. But your fists still curled.

“Should fuck her instead? Hmmm...maybe when she comes to confess...”

You stood up, furious and hurt. “Go ahead and do it,” you snapped.

“Ok, then you’d better go before she comes. We wouldn’t want an audience.”

You gritted your teeth so hard you felt them scrape, but you didn’t pause as you stormed out the door.

///

That had happened three days ago, and you had been ignoring Levi since then. He hadn’t reached out to you either, making you wonder if he actually had fucked Petra and decided he didn’t want you anymore. It seemed like the opposite of something he would do, but still.

To make matters worse, you saw them together in an empty hallway, standing close as Petra touched his arm, and he didn’t pull away.

Which was how you ended up sitting next to Commander Erwin and scout leader Hange at dinner, instead of your usual place with Levi and the rest of your squad across the hall. You could feel eyes on you as you spoke with Erwin, laughing at his awkward jokes and telling him animated stories about your last mission. Hange knew exactly what was going on--she had figured out that you and Levi were meeting up only a week after you started--but she decided to play along. You’d have to thank her later.

Towards the end of dinner, she giggled quietly beside you. “Levi looks like he’s about to kill someone.”

You ignored her, turning back to Erwin. “Commander, I have been feeling a bit sick lately. Is it possible for me to be excused from training tomorrow?” The blonde man looked at you in concern, but nodded. “Of course. I can talk to your scout leader about your absence.”

“Thank you so much,” you said and smiled as radiantly as possible, allowing every bit of dredged up happiness shine through.

Erwin looked a bit flustered for a moment, before placing a hand on your forehead. “Are you going to be ok? Do you need medicine--?”

A chair scraped violently across the hall, and Hange muttered gleefully, “Uh oh.”

You forced yourself not to look over, continuing to look at Erwin. “Thank you for your concern Commander, but I think I’m--”

You felt your chair get yanked back, and then you were staring into Levi’s steel grey eyes as he glared at you. “Excuse us, Commander, but I need to speak to my squad member for a moment.”

Erwin blinked at you in shock, but Levi didn’t even look at him as he literally dragged you from the room.

“What the hell!” You snapped as your captain wrenched you into his office, but you closed your mouth as he slowly turned, his face livid.

“What was that,” he growled, slowly stalking towards you.

You swallowed. “Am I not allowed to speak to my Commander?”

“My Commander?” Levi snarled, palm slamming on the wood next to your head. “It sounds like you want to fuck him.”

“Maybe I do.”

Levi’s face twisted, and you gasped as he gripped your thighs. “You’re really such a slut, aren’t you?”

You struggled to breathe as he violently shoved your pants down, his hand tracing down your stomach before curling in between your thighs. You could already feel moisture pooling within your underwear, and you tried to press your legs together to keep him from picking up on it.

Too late.

“Fuck, how are you already so wet?” He chuckled darkly in your ear. “You really want me that bad, huh?”

“N-no,” you whimpered, but then Levi was sliding a finger deep inside you, and the sound you let out proved yourself completely wrong.

He raised his eyebrows, pulling his hand from your pants (to your dismay) but you didn’t even get to open your mouth before he was lifting you up and throwing you over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes. He was shorter than you by a few inches, and yet he carried you with such ease, something that you knew made him feel infinitely smug. What a stuck up bastard.

“What are you doing?” You gasped as he kicked open the door from his office to his adjoining bedroom, where he tossed you on the neatly made up sheets.

“You were trying to get a reaction out of me, right?” Levi growled, crawling over you and pinning your wrists above your head. “Well you got one.”

He crashed his lips against yours, shoving his tongue between your teeth and kissing you hard enough to bruise. You opened your mouth, biting his lower lip gently as you wiggled your hips impatiently. You tried to pull your hands away, but he held onto you tightly, forcing you to remain still as he used his other hand to literally tear your clothes off.

“Mmmmmh…” You sighed as he ran his hand along your stomach, around your breasts, and then he was between your legs. You had already ditched your pants, and you gasped as he jerked your legs apart, sliding down between them. You could feel his hot breath on your skin, and you trembled as he kissed your inner thighs gently, inching closer and closer to your center.

“O-oh god,” you whimpered, meeting Levi’s dark gaze.

Without warning, he slipped a finger deep inside you while finally laying his mouth on your clit, and you let out a breathless scream. Your hips bucked up, but he lay his hand flat against your stomach, forcing you to stay still as he ate you out.

Your entire body trembled as he shifted one of your legs over his shoulder, and your eyes rolled back in your head as he twisted his fingers, clenching down hard as you came.

“Ah-oh fuckkk….Levi--”

“What did you just call me?” He stood up slowly, licking your access juices off his fingers, and he glared down at you.

“I-I’m sorry, Captain.”

“Right.” He leaned over you, gripped your chin tightly as he surveyed your messed up hair and glassy eyes. “Could Erwin ever make you feel like this? Huh?”

You swallowed, a bit of your anger coming back. “Well I heard he has a bigger--”

Levi snarled, cutting you off as he unbuckled the harness on his chest, tugging it off. Your throat went dry as he wrapped it solidly around your wrists, buckling the other end to the bedpost behind you.

“What were you saying?” He said, his wild face inches from yours, and you swallowed.

When you remained silent, Levi slid off the bed and started ditching his clothes, all while surveying your naked body on the bed, arched and helpless before him. Fuck, that’s hot.

He practically pounced on you when he was finally free of the rest of his gear, positioning himself impatiently between your legs. You jerked and moaned as he slid himself slowly inside you, allowing you to feel the press of his dick against your walls.

“Ah-fuck-” he grunted low in your ear, and you arched your back against him. You tried to move as he began to thrust slowly inside you, tried to get him to pick up the pace, but with your arms bound, there wasn’t much you could do.

“More,” you moaned, and Levi grinned, unrestrained for the first time.

He slid out of you, repositioning your legs so they both were lifted over his shoulders, and then he slammed back in. You practically screamed as he hit deeper than he had before, and your hands clawed helplessly on the pillows above your head.

His hips snapped to meet yours over and over, and his panting moans had you seeing stars as the sound of your sex filled the room.

“What if I brought Erwin in here to see you like this? Do you think he would still like such a dirty whore like you?” Levi snarled in your ear, not pausing his movements. His hands gripped your hips hard enough to bruise, and you threw your head back with a cry. “Do you think he’d get off to seeing you like this? All fucked out and sexy?”

You clenched down hard, whining as you felt your stomach tighten for a second time. Before you could come, Levi stopped moving, gripping your face.

“That’s not going to happen, do you understand? Because you’re mine. No one else gets to see you like this.”

You nodded frantically. “Yes, Captain...”

Levi moaned softly at the use of his title, and then slammed all the way to the hilt. It didn’t take long for your lost orgasm to come rushing back, and you breathlessly sobbed as it washed over you, making your entire body tremble and shake.

Levi didn’t stop, slamming into you harder than before, and the overstimulation on your clit had you practically in tears. But luckily, it didn’t take long for him to finish, and you felt his cock twitch inside you as he painted your walls with his cum, groaning your name.

He collapsed on top of you, his dick softening, and you grunted at his weight. He was still heavy despite his short stature, and you could barely breathe.

“Levi, get off,” you groaned, wriggling under him, and for a long moment he didn’t respond. You thought that maybe he had fallen asleep (he could fall asleep abnormally fast for some reason) which would be quite unfortunate since your hands were still tied up above you.

“Do you actually want to fuck Erwin?” He finally said, his voice was low against your collarbone, and you blinked in surprise.

“No…” You swallowed tightly, before forcing out, “Did you sleep with Petra?”

He raised his head, his grey eyes serious. “Of course not. Did you actually think I would?”

You blushed. “I don’t know... I saw you with her so I thought…”

“I told her I’m not interested.”

“Oh. Ok.”

“I’m interested in you.”

You smiled a little. “Will you untie me?”

He grunted in annoyance, but pushed himself onto his elbows and tugged the harness from around your wrists. “Brat.”

“I’m tired.”

“Ok.”

You shifted down under the sheets, grabbing his arm. “Can I stay?”

“Tch. Fine.”

You smiled against his skin, curling against his side as your eyes began to droop.

“Goodnight.”

“Be quiet.”

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Oikawa x reader: Final chapter

Last chapter everyone! Thank you so much if you made it this far, I really appreciate all the likes it makes me so happy if people enjoy it. Love you all 💕💕

Three months later: 

I sat on my bed, fist curled around the letter in my hand. I felt numb, my lips trembling as shock and disappointment seeped down to my bones. I had ended up applying to four large art schools in Japan, not telling my parents about my plans. 

But now...I stared at the crumpled rejection letter in my hand. It had been my second choice, and one of the easier ones to get into. I had sent a portfolio of my best artwork, and with Oikawa and Iwaizumi’s encouragement, I had actually begun to think I could get in. 

Lip trembling, I slowly placed the letter aside and grabbed my phone, dialing before I could think. It was already 1am, but I didn’t hesitate as I began to sob. 

Oikawa answered on the second ring, his voice light over the other end. “Hey Chibi-chan, what’s up?”

I couldn’t speak, not even feeling embarrassed as I sobbed into the receiver. 

“Y/n, what’s wrong?” His voice turned instantly serious and urgent. “Did something happen?”

“I-I-” I blubbered. “I didn’t-”

I heard shuffling over the other end. “Are you at home?”

“Y-yes.” 

“I’ll be there in ten minutes. Stay on the phone ok?”

I nodded, even though he couldn’t see me. “Thanks, Oikawa,” I whispered, tears still sliding down my cheeks. 

He talked the whole drive, telling me about the alien movie he had seen the other night, and the meteor shower that was coming up. By the time he was in front of my house, I was giggling a little bit. 

The second I unlocked the door for him, he stepped over the threshold and dragged me into a hug. I buried my face in his chest, new tears streaming down my face and covering his shirt with snot. 

“Hey, it’s ok,” Oikawa murmured, stroking my hair. “Come on, let’s get you upstairs.”

I clutched his shirt as we walked up the stairs together, and when we made it to my room, he tugged me onto the bed and hugged me tightly. “What’s wrong?” 

I slowly reached over to the bedside table and handed him the crumpled letter. “I--I didn’t get in.” 

Oikawa read it quickly, his eyes hard. “Chibi-chan…” He leaned over and hugged me, practically squeezing the air from my lungs. “It’s ok. You only got rejected from one, and there’s three more to go. It doesn’t matter.”

“But I wasn’t...I wasn’t good enough--” 

“You’re totally perfect. Your art is amazing, and those fuckers didn’t deserve you anyway.” 

I hugged him, my fingers digging into his shirt. “Ok.” 

He laughed a little. “You’re amazing.” 

I tilted my head back to look at him. “Stop,” I poked him, laughing. “You’re just being ridiculous.” 

“Nope, I’m serious.” 

I hugged him around the waist, letting out a low sigh. “If I’m incredible, then you are too.” 

I felt him shrug. “If you say so, Chibi-chan.” 

I began to tickle him, and he shrieked, falling back. “HAHAHA NO STOP!” 

He wrapped me around the waist and pulled me on top of him, preventing me from tickling him but effectively causing me to be tangled up in his arms, inches from his face. I paused for a long moment, wishing wishing wishing, but he wasn’t interested in me like that. If I made a move, I would ruin our friendship and make things awkward. It was better to just enjoy things how they were now, no matter how much it hurt. 

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“What time are we leaving?” I glanced over my shoulder at Kiyoko, pausing my makeup application. 

“Twenty minutes! Are you ready?”

“Yeah, pretty much. You?”

“Mhm!” Her smokey eyeshadow made her eyes look catlike and hot, and her booty shorts hugged her legs. 

“Damn girl!” I grinned, and she laughed. 

Atsumu and Osamu Miya were throwing a house party, and Kiyoko and I had gotten invited through friends. 

I tugged my tube top over my head, hiking my jeans up and tugging my hair into a messy bun. It was simple, but apparently the house party was supposed to be pretty casual. 

Kiyoko and I pulled up in front of the house, which was already pounding with music and crowded with people. I followed my friend inside, instantly surrounded by drunk and high people, dancing wildly around the room. 

“Ugh, I need a drink.” Kiyoko said, and I laughed. 

“Ok, I’ll see you in a bit. I’m going to try and find Aoba Johsai.” 

She gave me a thumbs up, and disappeared into the crowd. 

I began my search, scanning the many people standing around and sitting on couches, looking for a familiar face. I spotted Iwaizumi after ten minutes, sitting in an armchair with Matsuwaka, Hanamaki, and Yahaba around him. 

“Hey guys,” I grinned, taking a seat next to Hanamaki. 

“Want some?” Yahaba held up a joint. I grinned and nodded, lighting the end and taking a fat hit. 

The rest of Aoba Johsai joined over the course of the hour, bringing over more weed, cigarettes, and alcohol. I ended up getting so crossfaded, I could barely speak, and ended up just listening and laughing along to my friends’ conversations. 

It didn’t take long for me to have to go to the bathroom really bad, after all the drinks I had passed through to my bladder. “I-bathroom-” I slurred, stumbling to my feet and making my way in the direction of the bathroom. 

It took a lot longer than I expected, since I got distracted a few times. First by Bokuto, who dragged me off to play a round of beer pong, before I failed so badly that he kicked me off the team. The second time was because I spotted Karasuno and hung out with them for a little, almost peeing my pants when Kageyama tried to take a shot of whiskey and ended up spitting it everywhere.

I finally made it to the bathroom, splashing cold water on my face and laughing at my haggard appearance. Damn, I looked horrendous. 

After a few minutes, I heard a knock on the door. “Hey, Y/n-chan, are you in there?” 

“Oikawa?” I opened the bathroom door, blinking blearily at the setter. “What are you doing here?”

“Have you been in here this whole time? You’ve been gone for over an hour.”

“Oh,” I began to giggle, hand over my mouth. “No, I just got here.”

“Well thank god you didn’t get kidnapped or something.” He rolled his eyes and smirked. “Damn, you’re really fucked up.”

I shrugged. “Nawwww, not really.” I totally was. 

I gazed at him for a long moment, my eyes moving along his face. His hair was messy and sticking up every which way, his shirt was rumpled, and his eyes were red and glassy, but I had never seen a more attractive person. 

“Oikawa…” I let out a long sigh, fists clenching. I wanted to tell him. I bit my lip and turned to face him, suddenly determined. I finally was going to say what I had been thinking for months.

 “I think I’m in love with you.”  

The setter blinked, his brain clearly not completely there. “W-wait what?” 

My thoughts were catching up to my actions, my sober mind realizing what I had just done. Oh...fuck no. “I-I-” 

“What--” He looked blindsided, as if he had been slapped. Oh god, he wasn’t saying anything. 

Bile rose in my throat so fast, I thought I was going to choke. Instead, I slapped a hand over my mouth and stumbled from the bathroom, needing to get away from the words I wished I could take back. Hadn’t I JUST promised myself I wouldn’t confess? 

I heard him behind me, telling me to wait, but I half sprinted, half careened back into the crowd. Kiyoko, where was Kiyoko? She’d know what to do. 

I spotted Karasuno after only a moment, and I thanked the lord for my luck. 

“Oh god, please hide me, please. I just fucked up so bad,” I gasped. 

Daichi, Tsukki, Asahi, Kageyama, Yamaguchi, and Hinata blinked at me in shock, but Kiyoko moved to help me. 

“What’s going on?” She whisper shouted as she forced Asahi to give up his large sweatshirt. 

“I just accidentally confessed to Oikawa,” I murmured, feeling tears threaten. I pulled on the jacket, tugging the hood up over my head. “I need to get out of here, I feel like I’m going to pass out if I don’t.” 

“Calm down with the dramatics,” Tsukki said, but scanned the room, clearly keeping an eye out for Oikawa to see if he was nearby. 

“I’m sober, I can drive you home,” Daichi said. “I wanted to get going anyway.”

“Y/n, you confessed what?” Hinata asked, and I went red. Kageyama looked shocked, and Yamaguchi smiled sweetly. 

“He’s coming this direction!” Asahi said, and Hinata leapt to his feet without hesitation. 

“Great King!” He ran and jumped in Oikawa’s path, preventing Seijoh’s captain from noticing me. 

“Hey short fry, I’m looking for Y/n-chan. Have you seen her?”

Dachi grabbed my arm, practically dragging me from the party as I heard Hinata continuing to distract Oikawa behind us. 

“Thank you for doing this,” I said to Daichi, who grinned. 

“I can’t believe you told him you liked him.” 

“I--” I could barely say it. “I told him I loved him, actually.”

Daichi looked momentarily shocked. “Oh--wow ok.”

My lower lip trembled. “He didn’t...say anything.” 

“Just blame it on the alcohol!” 

I sighed, leaning my head back against the passenger seat. “I don’t know if that will work.” 

Oikawa POV: 

I think I’m in love with you. 

I had imagined her saying those exact words so many times, knowing it would never actually come true. How could this be real? When she had said it, my mind had gone blank. I didn’t understand. Was she kidding? Did she mistake me for someone else? Being high didn’t particularly help, and by the time I had processed her words, she was already stumbling from the bathroom and disappearing. 

No, I needed to find her. I had to tell her…

Y/n POV: 

27 missed calls from Oikawa. 

“What?” I muttered, glaring at my phone. That couldn’t be right. I buried my face in my pillow, embarrassment making my face burn red. Daichi had dropped me off two hours ago, and I hadn’t stopped receiving calls for the entirety of that time. I had considered answering the phone a few times, but forced myself not to. This conversation had to take place face to face. 

It was Saturday, which meant that I had all of Sunday to come to terms with the rejection that was probably coming my way. I was sure after that Oikawa wouldn’t let me avoid him anymore. 

Obviously, that was easier said than done. I researched “10 Ways to Get over a Guy,” and “Methods for Self Love” but it seemed the two biggest ways to help were distance and time, neither of which I had. Instead, I would have to just toughen myself up. 

Monday came, and I did the best I could to avoid Oikawa. I didn’t talk to Iwaizumi either, quite sure that he knew of what had happened. Instead, I kept my head down, skipped the class I had with Oikawa, and ate lunch in my car. 

Unfortunately, as I expected, it didn’t last. 

I ended up being late to my last class of the day, since my previous teacher had to discuss an assignment with me and kept me over time. The halls were empty as I speed walked across the school, exhaustion weighing heavy. I considered just ditching, but I had already skipped one class, and I didn’t want to rack that number up. 

As I got to the end of the hall, I heard the sound of someone running behind me. Before I could turn around, a hand grabbed me around the wrist and wanked me into an empty side classroom. 

“What the--” 

A hand went gently over my mouth, silencing me, and I blinked in shock as I stared into Oikawa’s brown eyes. 

“Finally found you,” he panted. 

“What are you doing?” I mumbled around his hand. 

“You’ve been avoiding me all weekend.”

I looked away, feeling my face flush. “N-no, I was just busy.” 

His eyes narrowed. “Right.” 

I shoved his hand away and wiped my mouth, glancing towards the door. 

Oikawa’s hand slammed next to my head, effectively blocking my exit with his arm. “Where are you going?”

My breath shuddered out in a loud huff. “No where.” 

He tilted his head, leaning towards me. “What did you mean on Saturday night at the party?” “Huh?” I decided that playing stupid was the best course of action for now. 

With the hand that wasn’t blocking my exit, Oikawa grabbed my chin and lifted it so I was forced to look into his eyes. “Did you mean it?” I was blushing so much, I felt like my skin was probably boiling. “I was drunk I-I don’t know what--I don’t want this to ruin our friendship--just forget it--” 

“Tell me the truth, Chibi-chan.” 

I opened my mouth. 

“I-I love you.” 

Oikawa’s eyes widened, his mouth parting as his cheeks flamed. “You--”

He paused, both of his hands coming to cup my cheeks. I bit my lip, trying to pull away, my embarrassment eating me up inside. 

“Just forget it, it’s not--” I gasped as Oikawa’s lips crashed against mine, effectively silencing me. My eyes drifted shut and I wrapped my arms around his neck, pulling him closer as his mouth moved down to my neck, his hands sliding around my waist. 

He pulled away, eyes wide. His fingers ran along my cheekbone and he crushed me in a hug. “I-I’m so happy! I didn’t think...” He laughed. 

I stared at him, my brain slightly short circuited. “Wha--” He leaned down, eyes intense and a small smile on his face. “I love you Chibi-chan, so much.” 

I blinked a few times, before I began to giggle hysterically. Oikawa brushed the hair away from my face and kissed me again, making my head spin. His lips were so soft, and I tugged my hands through his hair, making a small noise as his tongue moved across my bottom lip. 

Suddenly the school bell rang, signalling that we were officially late, and I jumped violently away from Oikawa. 

“What about class?” I asked, still on a weird high and feeling slightly delirious. 

Oikawa huffed a laugh, running a hand through his now-tossled hair. “I guess I’m out of practice with my kissing.” 

“Huh?” I was confused, because he definitely wasn’t…

He leaned down, nose brushing mine. “If you’re thinking about class at a time like this, I clearly have to do better.”

I opened my mouth, my heart practically beating out of my chest. “Do better?” 

Oikawa’s smile turned smug, and he poked my cheek. “You’re so cute! But you’re right, we should probably go to class.” He pulled away, leaving my legs shaking and face red. 

“What? But you just said--”

“Woah, are you saying you want to prioritize me over your education?”

I glared at him, rolling my eyes. “Ugh, can I take back my earlier statement about loving you?”

Oikawa smiled bright as the sun, and he hugged me tightly. “I’ll see you after class.” 

      ✨✨✨✨

Chemistry was one of the longest two hours of my entire life. By the time the bell rang, I was so jittery that I couldn’t keep my hands still. I practically ran out the door, hitching my bag on my shoulder as I went. 

The hall was crowded as I waded towards the door, but I spotted Oikawa outside almost immediately, his eyes scanning the groups of people as they walked by. I instantly felt my face split open into a smile, and I ran over to him. 

“Oikawa!”

He spun around, happiness lighting up his features. 

“Y/n-chan!” He grabbed me around the waist and pulled me into a tight hug. 

I smiled up at him. “How was your class?” “Uhhhh…” Iwaizumi emerged from the crowd, eyebrows raised as he took in Oikawa and I’s close proximity. “Is there something…”

“Iwa-chan!” Oikawa practically bounced over to his friend. “Y/n loves me!” 

I felt my face growing red, and Iwaizumi blinked. “Ok, cool. That took a while.” 

“Huh?” 

He rolled his eyes. “Forget it. I’m glad you guys finally figured it out.” 

Oikawa threw his arm around my shoulders and pulled me into his side, and I felt myself relax. I didn’t know I could be so happy. 

1 month later (this is not the actual official canon outcome in the show, but I changed it for my own story): 

“Go go go go go Seijoh!” 

“Go go go go go Seijoh!” 

Oikawa spun the ball in his hands, preparing for his serve. I could see the sweat glistening on his forehead, proof of the exhaustion that the whole team felt. 

It was the third and final set of spring nationals against Shiritorizawa and Ushijima. Aoba Johsai was playing the best I had ever seen, all of our hard work finally paying off. Shiritorizawa was the best team in the prefecture though, and they didn’t disappoint. Both teams had won one set, and we were now neck and neck in the final one. 

Even though I wasn’t out on the court, my heart raced and my fingers shook as I cheered on my team. I was so proud of them, even if they didn’t win. 

Oikawa slammed a vicious serve, gaining our team another point, but the next one was received and set spiralling into the air. 

“Chance ball!”

Watari received it, and Hanamaki sent it in Oikawa’s direction. 

“Iwaizumi!” 

Iwa was already in the air as Oikawa set it to him, and I gasped as the ball slammed through the hands of the blockers and hit the floor on the other side of the net. 

“YES!!!” I screamed, looking at the score board. We were so close to winning…

My heart in my throat, I watched as Ushijima scored a point for Shiritorizawa, but then Hanamaki took one back for us. 

One more point. We just needed one more. 

Shiritorizawa was up to serve, and the ball moved so fast I could barely keep up. Watari, then Iwaizumi, then Oikawa, then Kunimi with a quick attack. The spike was received and sent spiralling, before Shiritorizawa set it and slammed it towards us again. 

I was on my feet, screaming, completely losing my composure. “Get it! Get it!” 

Matsukawa jumped, impossibly getting his hand beneath the ball before it could hit the ground. Oikawa was already moving, running and jumping outside the court in a long set towards Iwaizumi. 

The ace jumped as if in slow motion, his arm coming down in a vicious spike, and I gasped as his hand barely tapped it. The opposing team didn’t seem to expect the soft spike either, because no one was close to the net to pick it up. They were jumping, falling, reaching for the ball but…

The satisfying thump of the ball on the court seemed to echo, and for a long moment, there was utter silence. 

“WE WON!” I screamed, and the stadium erupted. I sprinted towards Oikawa, who crushed me in a hug and spun me around. He was all sweaty, but I didn’t care as he crashed his lips to mine. 

“Tooru, Tooru you did it!” I yelled, squeezing him with all my might. 

“I did it…” He stared at me, shock on his face. “I did it!” 

The rest of the team clustered around us, yelling and hugging each other, slamming each other on the back. Kindaichi and Iwaizumi were sniffling, and most of the others looked either completely aghast or blissed out. 

I glanced over at the other team, watching Ushijima and the rest of his teammates clap each other on the back, shoulders slumped in disappointment. I couldn’t help but feel a twinge of pity for them. 

Ushijima turned to look at me, and we met eyes. I gave a strained smile, trying to convey an apology in my eyes. I felt a hand on my shoulders, and Oikawa spun me around, kissing me again. 

“Oikawa!” I said breathlessly as he pulled away. He was looking past me towards Ushijima, a challenge in his gaze, and I punched him in the stomach. “Don’t start that again.”

Oikawa laughed and hugged me again. “I can’t believe we won.” 

“I can. You guys are an amazing team, I’m so proud. I knew you could do it.” 

My boyfriend leaned down, lips pressed to my ear. “Are you doing anything tomorrow?”

I glanced at him in surprise. “No, why?”

He smirked, eyes dark. “Because you’re not going to be able to walk in the morning.” 

✨✨✨✨

“Tooru, guess what?!” I practically yelled into my phone. 

“What?!” “I got in!” The letter was laid out on my bed, its polite words burning into my mind. It was my dream school, the one I never expected to get into. “I got into the Art and Design University of Tokyo!” 

“Oh my god, that’s fucking amazing!” Oikawa sounded almost just excited as me. “Holy shit, sweetheart, you’re going to be in art school!” 

“I know!” I jumped up and down on my bed, laughing. 

Oikawa was going to play volleyball for Japan’s team (not canon) and I was going to become a graphic designer like I wanted. We could get an apartment by Iwaizumi, who was going to a school only an hour away. 

I giggled, feeling giddy. “I love you, Tooru.”

“I love you too, Y/n-chan.” 

The End~

Chapter 14

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