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wonderfulworldofmichaelford · 1 year

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Psycho Analysis: Walter White

(WARNING! This analysis contains SPOILERS!)

I went back and forth on whether or not to just review the entire series or just do a Psycho Analysis, but the more I thought about it, the more the answer was clear to me: It has to be a Psycho Analysis. Much like American Psycho, any discussion of Breaking Bad is inevitably going to center around Walter White. It is his story, after all.

And what a story it is! Walter White is one of the single greatest villains in all of modern media, and Breaking Bad is a masterclass character study of just the sort of man he is. He’s egotistical, he’s fragile, he’s toxic, he’s monstrous, he’s sympathetic, he’s irredeemable, he’s still got a spark of humanity left even to the very end… Walter is an incredibly complex character, and maybe I can’t do him justice with this analysis, but by God am I gonna try.

Motivation/Goals: From the very start of the series, Walter makes the claim that his transformation from school teacher to drug kingpin was motivated by a desire to provide for his family once he inevitably dies from cancer. And I think on some level this is true; Walter does care about his family in a very twisted, possessive way. He wants their respect and adoration, he wants to be their sole provider, their knight in shining armor who gives them the life he thinks they deserve. But even early on you can see the cracks in this claim, and as the series progresses other characters like Jesse question this motivation. I mean, if his goal really was to provide for his family, he could have stopped with what he had at many, many points before getting entangled with Gus.

Ultimately, the final season really cements what Walt did everything for: Himself. As Walt himself says to Skyler in the finale, “I did it for me. I liked it. I was good at it. And... I was... really... I was alive.” After five seasons of weaving the most impressive web of lies ever seen, this impressive moment of honesty in his final meeting with his ex-wife really shows that everything we saw was Walt living through some epic power fantasy to comfort himself in what he presumed were his dying days. He was trying to reclaim a life he felt was stolen to him, a life his ego demanded was owed to him.

Performance: Bryan Cranston would have been seen as the a very unlikely pick back in the day, seeing as his most famous role was as the charming bumbling father Hal on Malcolm in the Middle. But Vince Gilligan had worked with him on The X-Files episode “Drive,” and he knew better than the rest of us I’d say. I think the true brilliance of Walt comes from Cranston subverting what we expect because of Hal; Walt is similar to Hal in a lot of ways, and it is ultimately these similarities that make how Walt darkly subverts what we know Cranston best for all the more shocking. Of course, Walt still gets plenty of goofy moments, from his slapstick moments in “Fly” to the ridiculous faces Walt ends up making thanks to Cranston’s mouth acting. It’s just a stellar performance all around, and one that rightfully catapulted Cranston to the A-list.

Final Fate: From episode 1, it is pretty much a given that Walt is going to die. So the question really isn’t ever, “Will Walt make it out of the series in one piece?” The real question is, “How will Walt die?”

The answer ends up being “Going out in a final blaze of glory and trying to write some of his wrongs.” In the finale, Walt manages to set his family up for life (without them ever realizing the truth), be honest with his wife for once, say farewell to his infant daughter, give the location of Hank and Gomez’s bodies so there can be some closure and so Skyler can be safe from prosecution, free Jesse from his enslavement to the Nazis and kill them all in the process, and oh yeah he also slipped the paranoid bitch Lydia ricin while she wasn’t looking. He’s fatally wounded in the process and then is rejected when he asks Jesse to kill him, but he manages to spend his final moments surrounded by the tools needed to make his special brand of meth.

Ultimately, Walt died surrounded by the things he truly loved most in the world, even if he also died alone and alienated from everyone he ever cared about. And yet, he never truly faces consequences for his actions, dying and leaving Jesse and Saul to deal with the aftermath in their spin-off movie and show respectively. As the script says when the police finally arrive in the final moments:

They're too late. He got away.

Best Episode: “Ozymandias,” and it’s not even close. The following two episodes are incredible and the catharsis of “Felina” is incredible, but the sheer brutal misery of “Ozymandias” and Cranston’s performance therein is the stuff legends are made of. Walt begging for Hanks life and his memetic reaction when Hank is killed, the monstrously cruel taunting of Jesse before letting him be enslaved by Nazis, his fight with Skyler… But the most powerful and heartwrenching moment, at least for me, is when he has kidnapped his infant daughter Holly and is trying to comfort her, only for her to begin saying “Mama” over and over. In this instance, Walt truly realizes how deeply he has destroyed everything he claimed to be working for and, in one of the few good decisions in the series, returns Holly. There’s a reason this is the most acclaimed episode of the series.

Best Quote: Walt’s two best known quotes are his “I am the danger” speech and his “Say my name” demand, and on the surface both of these are incredibly badass quotes from our villain protagonist. But when you look below the surface, they reveal a lot about Walt as a character.

The former quote shows just how fragile and deluded Walt is. In it, he claims he’s the one who knocks, that he’s the one who people should fear… and yet, he’s taking credit for something he forced Jesse to do. Jesse is the one who killed Gale on Walt’s orders, and yet here Walt is acting like he’s the ultimate badass force of nature. Keep in mind this is the same man who has a silent hissy fit and essentially screws himself out of getting away with his crimes scot free because someone else might have gotten credit for said crimes.

The latter quote is simpler, in that it simply showcases the real reason Walt does what he does plainly: To inflate his ego. He demands to be called by his cool gangster persona nickname during a drug deal and responds with a “You’re goddamn right” when said name is validated because Walt is essentially an immature manchild who seeks constant validation for his criminal activities despite being one of the dumbest fucking criminals in the world, one who only ever succeeds because he is so lethally stupid as to be unpredictable to the seasoned criminals around him.

There is one quote, however, that is legitimately badass and chilling: The short, simple “I won.” Because in that moment, having killed both Gus and Hector and obliterated one of the most massive drug enterprises in New Mexico out of fear, anger, and spite, Walt actually is every bit the badass mastermind he believes himself to be.

Final Thoughts & Score: Walt is, in a word, incredible.

As the protagonist of the show, we get to see his descent into villainy and all that entails, and it is quite a ride. Now, I do believe that his Heisenberg persona didn’t come from nowhere, and that Walt always had these urges buried away in the darkest part of himself; early episodes show his toxic masculinity slipping through the cracks on several occasions, and even before he commits his truly evil deeds he has moments of unrelenting cruelty, such as forcing his son to continue to drink. But with that being said, I kind of reject the notion that he entirely jumps off the slippery slope so soon.

The first few seasons, most of his evil actions come from a place you can understand. Oh, he kills Krazy 8? The man was a violent drug dealer who was going to murder him in retaliation, hard to fault him there. He let Jane choke to death? She was trying to blackmail him, it’s a dick move but it’s understandable. He sends Jesse to assassinate Gale? I mean, it’s kind of extra but it saved their asses from Gus for a bit… But even then, watching through this, it becomes harder and harder to accept Walt’s rationales and let him slide. Walt’s constant abuse and gaslighting of Jesse really loses him sympathy, as does his treatment of Skyler, but then you get to him doing things like killing Mike just because the man wounded his pride and then teaming up with Neo Nazis to assassinate people in prison, and it’s hard to feel to sorry when the guy is stuck in a cabin with nothing but two copies of Mr. Magorium’s Wonder Emporium for several months.

Going back to Walt’s toxic masculinity, I think he might even be more impressive than Gaston at showcasing this negative trait. Literally everything Walt does is motivated by some sort of latent machismo. There’s the obvious one, the fact he has to provide for his family, only he can do it, but there’s also more subtle things like how he clearly feels emasculated by his son’s respect for his brother-in-law Hank. Then of course there’s his creepy emotional manipulation and abuse of Skyler in the aftermath of her finding out the truth about him, and his numerous childish outbursts when she rejects him due to his lies and schemes (remember the roof pizza?) and Walt really is the embodiment of fragile egos and toxic masculinity.

Then there’s his relationship with Jesse. Dear god. It is one of the most twisted forms of love ever put to film. There is no doubt in my mind Walt loves Jesse as the son he wishes Flynn could be, because while Flynn is undyingly loyal up until he learns the truth, he’s not nearly as malleable as Jesse is. Walt loves Jesse because he can undermine and control him, manipulate and mold him as he sees fit. But deep under the evil surface, I think there is some genuine care for the boy. There are moments, especially before he allows Jane to die, where Walt seems to genuinely value his relationship with Jesse, and in the end Walt does save him (though he was perfectly willing to let Jesse die before he saw the state he was in). It really is one of the most disturbing relationships you could conceive of.

I could carry on for hours about Walt, but long story short: He is one of the single greatest villains of all time. His complex relationships with other characters that inevitably drag all those characters down with him are endlessly fascinating to watch, and Walt himself is incredibly compelling even as the actions he commits become more cruel and heinous. He is a modern masterpiece, and deserves no less than an 11/10. Every TV villain protagonist desperately wants to be Walter White, but it’ll be a long time before any can even come close to accomplishing half of what Breaking Bad did (the only thing that rivals it is its own spin-off after all, but that’s a story for another time). Walter White truly is one of the greatest villains ever conceived, and what’s more, one of the greatest characters ever made.

Bravo, Vince. You did a good job with this one.

#Psycho Analysis #Breaking Bad #Walter White #Bryan Cranston

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starfata · 1 year

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Songs SQQ might know

A year ago I started a list of English language songs that Shen Yuan might have known. Then I updated the list, multiple times through reblogs. This is the compilation of those updates.

The following list is compiled from research into popular English language choices for kareoke in China, and then research into English speaking artists whose world tours have had shows in China, and a few other that made sense to me, like Reflection covers and CoCo Lee who released albums in both America and China. @blondejaneblonde says her SQQ transmigrated when Scum Villain was first published in 2015, so I used that year as my cut off date.

Michael Jackson- Beat it, Billie Jean, Smooth Criminal, Man in the Mirror, You are Not Alone, Childhood

Celine Dion- My heart will go on

Bryan Adams- (Everything I do) I do it for you

Carpenters- Yesterday Once More

Lady GaGa- Bad Romance, Alejandro, Telephone, Papparazzi, The Edge of Glory, Born this Way,

Backstreet Boys- I want it that way, As long as you love me, Show me the meaning of being lonely, Incomplete, I'll never break your heart

Whitney Houston- I Will Always Love You

Josh Groban- You raise me up

Emilia- Big Big World

Taylor Swift- Love Story, Forever & Always, White Horse, Breathe, Red, Everything has changed, We are never ever getting back together, Blank Space, Out of the Woods, All you had to do was stay, Bad Blood, Wildest Dreams, Clean

Elton John- Can you feel the love tonight, Sorry seems to be the hardest word,

Michael Buble- Haven't met you yet, the way you look tonight, Fever, Sway, Come fly with me, How can you mend a broken heart, Moondance, Put your head on my shoulder

Coco Lee- Do you want my love, Reflection (Mulan cover)

Yo-Yo Ma and CoCo Lee- A Love before time

Crystal Liu- Reflection (Mandarin)

One Direction- What makes you beautiful, Live while we're Young, Little Things, Perfect, If I could fly

Ellie Goulding- Lights, Love me Like you do

Beyonce- Crazy in Love, Crazy in Love (remix, 2015), Halo, Best thing I never had, If I were a boy

Adele- Someone like you, Rumour has it, Turning Tables, Hello, When we were young,

Katy Perry- Teenage Dream, Roar, Unconditionally, Dark Horse, The one that got away, E.T., Pearl,

M2M- Pretty Boy

Michael Learns to Rock- Take me to Your Heart

Mariah Carey- When you believe, We belong together, Hero, My all, Fly like a bird, Fantasy

Justin Bieber- One time, Boyfriend, What do you mean, All that matters

Avril Lavigne- Let me go, Wish you were here, Alice,

Westlife- Flying without Wings, My love, When you're looking like that, World of our own, when you tell me that you love me, The Rose

Wham!- Careless Whisper, wake me up before you go

Christina Aguilera- I turn to you, Hurt, Fighter, We remain

Britney Spears-Born to make you happy, criminal

Usher- Burn, Here I stand, moving mountains, DJ got us falling in love

Bob Dylan- It's all over now, Baby Blue, Tangled up in blue, Simple twist of fate, thunder on the mountain, Forever young,

Carly Rae Jepsen had a show in Beijing in May 2015!

Carly Rae Jepsen- Call me maybe, curiosity, good time, this kiss, Tonight I'm getting over you, Almost said it, Take a picture, Really like you, All that, Beautiful (with Justin Bieber)

And performed for the first time at the Beijing China show, "Run Away with Me", "Emotion", "Your Type", "Black Heart", and "Gimmie Love".

Mamma Mia opened in 2011 at the Shanghai Grand Theatre, so we can also include ABBA!

#Shen qingqiu #scum villain #Svsss #Grand unified theory of shen qingqiu #Grand unified theory of sqq #shen yuan #List #Fanfiction lists

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pockethep · 1 year

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Thanks for answering my ask.....if you don't mind me asking (again), who are your favorite romantic relationship's couples in books/ manga/ anime/movies/tv series (can be canon or non-canon)? Sorry if you've answered this question before......Thanks....

No problem, I like doing these. These are some of my favorite couples though there were lots to sort through.

Percabeth (Percy x Annabeth) Percy Jackson and the Olympians

Just like my favorite character list, I love the Percy Jackson series but most important I love a certified wife guy. Percy chose Annabeth over a seat in Olympus. There are multiple points where in life threatening situations he thinks about Annabeth immediately. "A one way trip. A very hard fall" they fell into endless darkness together and came out together. They are the blueprint.

2. Satosugu (Gojo x Geto) Jujutsu Kaisen

This will be a trend but I'm a lover of angst as much as fluff but tragic lovers is a personal favorite thing of mine. Gojo called him his "one and only". The entirety of the events in the story revolve around Gojos choice to not kill him that day in 2006 and, when they met again, destroying the body. It's "Love is the most twisted curse of them all" vs "At least curse me a little at the very end". It's "my six eyes tell me you're suguru geto but my soul knows otherwise". No matter how Gojo held out his hand, there was no way for him, he who the world shifted upon his birth, to reach him. There something poetic about their relationship.

3. Royai (Mustang x Hawkeye) Full Metal Alchemist

They're basically canon. But I mean "When we're alone the colonel calls me Riza" like COME ON. Riza is a "loyal to a fault, dedicating their entire being to the other with little hope of ever getting an ounce of affection back cause she made up her mind and decided it doesn't matter so long as she can remain by his side" character and Mustang is a "self-destructive tendencies combined with +10 charisma and noble ideals who's ready to be viewed as a villain if thats what it comes to and as such can't understand why the other is so loyal." character. Plus its all about the way they hang all over each other when hurt and how she could so easily direct him when he was blind. That trust is elite.

4. Heromari (Hero x Mari) Omori

Another tragic pairing. It's heartbreaking how much they loved each other and even if we didn't get to see a lot of it in game we know from the way everyone describes them and the pictures. Mari's death completely changed the trajectory of Hero's life and although he may heal he'll probably never get over her. Everyday I curse at the sky that they didn't get to have their future together

5. Hualian (Hua Cheng x Xie Lian) Tian Guan Ci Fu

I'll keep this one brief. Tgcf said "only after meeting you did I rediscover that it's such a simple thing to be happy" and "to me, the one basking in infinite glory is you; the one fallen from grace is also you. what matter is you, not the state of you" and "there's no banquet in the world that doesn't come to an end, so i'll say what I want to say" and I went feral for every bit of it. Hualian is such a lovely couple.

6. Kaebedo (Kaeya and Albedo) (Genshin Impact)

Without going into too much lore(another reason why I love this couple). I love the idea of Kaeya and Albedo seeing their shared heritage in one another. Learning together to see it as creative and beautiful and not just a curse or an evil. Also I love the homunculus part, it aids to a lot of good drama and tension.

7. Akiangel (Aki x Angel Devil) (Chainsaw man)

Slightly new to the list BUT the dynamic between the two goes farther beyond the "out of touch, out of time" jokes. It goes even farther than the "man who hates devils falling in love with one". It's about the drinking imagery evoking a kiss, Angel being able to break from Makima for a brief moment because of Aki, and their shared moments of kindness. Also the fan art is fantastic.

8. Chidi and Eleanor (The Good Place)

I love them so much. And even if we only saw them as a couple for a brief period of time, I love watching adults fall in love and I loved watching them both get better.

9. Orpheus and Eurydice (Greek Mythology)

Their story is one of love. A love that could drive one into the underworld. Just gonna drop this "Dying a second time, now, there was no complaint to her husband (what then could she complain of, except that she had been loved?)"

10. Chili and Bandit Heeler (Bluey)

A wild pull but I genuinely could see this in my number 1 spot. It is so refreshing to see a couple that genuinely loves each other, their children, and their lives. I'm tired of the sitcom schtick where the husband and wives hate each other and their jobs and talk about how their kids annoy them by existing. I want more of them and I want what they have.

Some Honorable Mentions:

Ichigo and Orihime, Inuyasha and Kagome, Ninguang and Beidou, Edward and Winry, Luz and Amity, Vanilla Extract and Tumblr Polls, Joe and Cherry, Beau and Yasha, Twilight and Yor, Zelda and Link, Franky and Robin, Akechi and Persona 5 Protag

#my asks #text post #bluey #orpheus and eurydice #the good place #chainsaw man #genshin impact #tian guan ci fu #omori #fullmetal alchemist #jujustu kaisen #pjo

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wasendured · 1 year

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( RAM CHARAN . CIS MAN. HE/THEY . THIRTY-EIGHT ) SIR CAI from the legend of king arthur has found themselves trapped in grimsby. though here they go by TRIPURANENI DEV NAIDU . they reside in sumner heights, and have been passing time working as a LAWYER at CAMELOT & ASSOCIATES. according to the people around town, they're often seen WINING AND DINING POTENTIAL CLIENTS AT THE LOCAL HIGH-END RESTAURANT and they've also mentioned that they're just as - derisive & tormentuous, but as + loyal & adept as ever. + strong notes of patchouli and cacao, an olfactory signature signalling their presence, telling people i’m here, i’m here, i was here, won’t you think of me? / paperwork stacked high on mahogany desks topped with vintage ormolu clocks, gold-fringed, like the legacy left by a father who always had a better option on his other hand — childhood’s painful lament / battle-scars from a battle never-fought, leading to a death that isn’t quite death: how does it feel never knowing how your story ends? how does it feel to get pulled apart? / restlessness, always restlessness always seems to remind people of them. i wonder how well they'll do around here.

. ————— dossier

tl;dr —————

former knight of the round table with an acerbic tongue and a haughty attitude, DEV is a workaholic with, paradoxically, too much time and privilege on their hands. an unabashed nepobaby, they still don't quite know what they're there for, but they participate in the daily grind all the same. day in, day out: clock in, clock out, have dinner, go to the bar, get home. life's pretty empty when you don't have your hands full from slaying (metaphorical & actual) dragons, but they won't have it any other way.

the application —————

YOU ARE NOT THE HERO OF THIS STORY.

the story starts, and you are not fated. the story ends, and you die unchosen. this is what life is like at the sidelines: you are brave, and you are courageous, and you are — above all else — loyal. your father plucks a stranger out of nowhere and consecrates him as your brother. that day, you come to learn the meaning and weight of devotion, what it means to want to die for someone, kill for someone — because one look at him, and you’re gone. you had resolved to be the best knight in the world, the stuff that songs are made of, but these are the whims of children, you come to realise. that day that arthur comes into your life, you are transformed into a planet in orbit, rotating around a sun that burns bright: he, the stuff of light and brightness; you, the space-dirt twirling ‘round.

this is not to say: it was easy to learn your place. the day he pulled the sword out of the stone, you claimed the effort yours; but you are not a villain, not truly, nor are you a scoundrel. you give in eventually, proclaiming the truth and and letting the true king of the britons rise to his throne. in time, you become your brother’s most loyal servant, his seneschal, and one of the first in his round table. there’s a time where you might have been talked of in whispers, where they talk of you like a god: capable of inhuman feats of daring, of being something almost preternatural; but that time is past before it could even bear fruit. there are no songs sung for the chosen one’s brother. there are no songs sung for you. whenever they now talk of sir cai, they always talk of you in relation to your brother.

yet as sir cai, you were used to questing. the curse was supposed to be but another one in the long list of long journeys you undertook for the further glory of your brother’s kingdom. you slew giants, consorted with powers beyond this earth, and it was once whispered that no wound from your sword would ever heal. what was a witch to a knight of camelot, the greatest kingdom on earth? but there is something you’ve forgotten, something important, something pivotal—

YOU ARE NOT THE HERO OF THIS STORY.

this is the story where nothing you do matters, and there are no kings nor knights nor swords in stones waiting to get pulled out. this is the story where you become a man, nothing more than a man, and it bores you. it saves you. it annihilates you, turns you inside out, and makes you question everything you ever thought about yourself. you are sir cai, the unchosen, the braggart, the scornful & the contemptuous; you are dev, the son of a father who is both ghost and memory, who raised you up and gave you everything he had because you are his first and only son. this is the same story but with certain names crossed out, not in anger or jealousy but in resignation. this is the story you’ve written at the back of your head where no one could pluck it out and lay you bare, not even wizards with all their unnatural powers, and you nourished it like you would a babe of your own blood.

this is the story where finally nothing is asked of you and you are you and you are alone. there are no grand battles here, no lines between good and evil, no beasts to slay with your sword from which no wound can be healed. this life is something messy and crumpled and incomprehensible, where it’s all just people in rooms, trying their best to be happy — and who can fault them for that? who can fault you for that?

this is the story that scares you the most, you think, because this might have been the story you were waiting for all your life.

YOU ARE NOT THE HERO OF THIS STORY.

#grimsby.intro #✦ 𝖿𝗂𝗅𝖾𝖽 𝗎𝗇𝖽𝖾𝗋 : DEV → STUDY #this is literally just my app lmfao i'm Very Lazy that way #literally everything else is in the dossier including plots + headcanons

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a-very-fond-farewell · 10 months

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hi! hope this reply finds you.. eventually. I accidentally deleted your ask when I actually wanted to delete another one (sorry) but I was meaning to reply to a few people in a single post anyway and took provisional screenshots! so this was a lucky coincidence!

thank you for reading Children of the Red Dust! my pride and joy :D but since you know me from word of honor I.. kind of guess why you would be confused by my previous post about my “fandoms of interest”, as u say.

so, originally (I believe it was around either 2017 or 2018, cannot guarantee on that I’m afraid) this was a side-blog spurred from my need to compartmentalize and gush about my experience of re-reading a few of my favorite fics from the hobbit fandom. back then, in fact, I was in a slump and needed to pick myself up. so I decided to revisit fandoms who had brought me joy in the past, one of which was the bagginshield ship. hence a “nostalgia” blog!

coincidentally, one of the authors of a particular fic among those would have later on (in 2020) influenced my decision to try reading mdzs since they were considering writing a fic about it. they were (and still are!) one of my favorite fic authors, so I trusted them completely on that and that’s how I stepped into the world of danmei!

first it was the untamed, then winter begonia and finally word of honor, through which you have come to meet me :) isn’t that magical?

now. in regards of your second question.. thank you for letting me ramble about my new shiny interests! :D

so here’s a handy list:

1. hotd & r//haenicent :

oh, where do I start! that’s a tough one bc I’m mostly vibing in here?? like. don’t get me wrong, I love the show as it is and I do enjoy the lore behind it a great deal. I’m mostly absorbing the content and let it either shock me or impress me depending on what’s on screen. I do see the flaws but I honestly don’t care about them. I’m just vibing, as I said. but I do like to see people posting meta about the reasoning behind each character! and I love reading about the actors’ ideas behind their back stories and motivations!

my ship of choice is mostly based on the fact that I do like me some toxic-ladies-twice-divorced energy in the room and I should add that I haven’t probably been able to watch killing eve yet just so I could prepare my tastebuds with the hotd female leads first. I especially love the modern!au edits I’m seeing floating around and for now that’s enough to keep me from starving until the new season arrives.

2. the devil judge :

honestly, my focus would be gone on all planes of existence wasn’t it for @/amethystina’s fic (I don’t want to bother her with me tagging her on this, but do trust me and go read it bc it’s gonna change your life!) Who Holds The Devil. seriously, my anxiety has been so bad recently but there she glows, the most massive brain in the universe, bringing us frequent updates despite her busy schedule (and, apparently?? she wrote an entire 100k words fic in the strangers from hell fandom on a whim?? so if that’s your vibe you can go feast on that baby and have a fucking party while you’re at it. thank me later)

no but for real. it’s almost camp. almost. the drama, I mean. all it needs is a feathered boa and it checks out. outlandish villains that do be sounding a little too similar to IRL egotistical capitalist pigs, dangerous pretty ladies, rich bitches (Kang YoHan included), mysteries™️, boytoys and sassy teenagers. there are a few complains I have, ngl, but the vibes are immaculate imo. I would also offer, in a similar vein, kdramas like little women (a recent favorite of mine!), beyond evil (a classic at this point) and, on a bigger scale, the glory (which I have yet to watch, contrary to the first two).

3. helluva boss :

this one caught me off guard, ngl. I used to see it trending on tumblr often but thought it was just the most recent western brand of animation that people get hooked on for the witty dialogue and vaguely philosophical themes being explored (as u can see idk anything about these things, I thought it was similar to adventure time or smth, the fool that I was!). what I got instead was great animation and complex three-dimensional characters overall. now I’ve rewatched the entirety of the available episodes perhaps ten times. honestly, my anxiety really needed that.

as with hotd, I’m just vibing.. but I’m very engaged. I felt almost euphoric at the thought that animators and artists could just.. have fun with it? I’m sure there’s an enormous amount of work involved in the production of every single episode, so I’m just leaning back and enjoy the show. bad gays are hella entertaining and I’m here for it. coincidentally, around the same time I started actively watching the series I found out about a new queer short film that is being developed called the lovers! it’s gonna be a long wait but it’s gonna be worth it :D

4. don’t hug me I’m scared :

this was a fun one. when it first came out (idr when tho) I remember being very uncomfortable with the material. it reminded me of Flat Eric, a yellow puppet used in dance music videos of some artist or smth: it used to terrify me as a child and dhmis evoked the same reaction out of me in the beginning. but then I watched some video essay on the matter and I grew more accustomed to the feel of it and became interested in the though process behind it instead. first video I watched on the topic was about an interpretation of the show through an autistic perspective and the other was a.. I believe a 3 or 4 hours video making an overview on the whole lore behind it.

I’m not very interested in “finding out what does this all mean” or anything of the sort. I’m just here for the cosplays xD no but really, people are so inventive! and they make merchandise and dolls and drawings and full on costumes all on their own! that’s creative as fuck! and it’s unsettling and evocative at the same time. I’m baffled by everyone’s talents and I’m merely wishing to be as good as them ahah.

5. dune & the hunger games :

not sure how this happened. I have read the latter series but not the first, I don’t have time for that. but I can digest a movie or two and the visuals are very interesting to me! also I am a bene gesserit simp and I hate them and their ways in equal measure. idk why but that’s how it is. similarly, I want to see how the cast for the prequel of hunger games does! I’ve heard the lovely viola davis is in it and I’m thrilled to see her being unhinged :D

but mostly, I re-evaluated the entire hunger game trilogy by reading meta posts and fics exploring the story from different perspective in the past and this new movie reignited the interest for the time being, so I’m excited to give it a try! dune, on the other hand, is new for me and it’s helping me bond with my dad on our shared love for sci-fi. what’s not to love??

6. succession :

I’m honestly not sure about this one. I plan to look more into it but idk when I will have the time ahah. if nothing it will entertain me with rich people drama which is always obnoxiously fun to tap into when capitalism fucks me over one way or another. we will see!

thank you for letting me talk into the void xD hope you have a great day yourself!

#niki answers #sneaky niki

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sirfrogsworth · 3 years

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King of the Bad Climate Change Solutions

I'm rewatching all of the Godzilla/MonsterVerse movies leading up to the big Lizard v Monkey fight.

I have to say, Vera Farmiga's evil plot in King of the Monsters is one of the most frustratingly bad schemes in recent memory. The big villain reveal almost hurt me physically when she explained her plan. My brain nearly melted on the first viewing and I remelted it just now because I must have buried how bad it was deep in my subconscious to try and avoid permanent damage.

It's rare that bad writing will distract me from the brainless fun of giant monsters duking it out—but that's just how dumb her machinations turned out to be.

I know people gave Thanos a hard time for his "just kill half of everything" idea, but Vera's character definitely tops that stupidity with "what if we let ginormous monsters do a genocide to fix global warming?"

She believes that by letting all the creatures fight, they would destroy almost everything and everyone—essentially resetting the world. And all the humans that don't die in the carnage could start over with a clean slate. Turn it off and on again with nuclear fire lizards.

Except that it would probably only take a few decades to get back to the beginning of the industrial age and burning fossil fuels is a lot easier than constructing efficient renewables.

When your best world-saving idea's biggest selling point is that there will be just enough humanity left to bang each other out of the endangered species list...

THAT'S NOT VERY WORLD SAVE-Y!

I would argue that is world endy.

I mean, can we at least try solar panels first? Maybe some thorium reactors? A giant wind farm? GRAVITY BATTERIES?

(Also, I feel like we haven't really given recycling a serious try.)

Do we really need to skip straight to intentional kaiju holocaust?

What I'm trying to communicate here is there are some missing steps in her "Fix Earth" checklist. We could just let all the humans kill each other over the course of time and then when things are just about as bad as they can get... we release the extinction beasts and go out in a blaze of glory

There is no need to rush things, Vera!

We could at least see if George R.R. Martin is going to finish the GoT books. And I want to see at least 30 or 40 more Marvel movies before the world goes tits up.

I feel like her plan is the equivalent of "How to draw an owl" as far as save-the-world workflows go.

Let's call that plan... Triple Z.

As in, we'll go through the alphabet 3 times before we consider that idiotic scorched earth ridiculousness.

I'd rather try Elon's "Let's all move to Mars!" pipe dream before we get to the sanctioned MUTO MMA matches with extinction-level collateral damage.

Sorry... *almost* extinction-level.

Extinction Lite™

We'll make sure there are enough people so there will only need to be first cousin inbreeding in order to repopulate the species. Though we won't be able to make fun of Rudy Giuliani after that. I mean, we'll be able to make fun of him for myriad other things—just not his cousin marriage.

I swear, Millie Bobby Brown has the worst luck with fictional parents. She deserves better.

#gravity batteries don't get talked about enough and they are so simple and elegant

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hello-nichya-here · 3 years

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Ok, so what in your opinion is the WORST mistake that the showrunners for Game of Thrones made in terms of content, either it's addition or redaction?

WARNING: Looooooong post ahead

Themes are for eighth-grade book reports

This absurd quote by one of the showrunners explains why exactly the show fell appart. They wanted to make a story... without themes. Anyone with a minimally functioning brain will tell that this is impossible because every story, even the simplest and least complicated story there ever, has a theme. Even a nihilistic story has a theme "Nothing matters". Every. Story. Has. A. Theme.

But Game Of Thrones didn't, at least not after the writers ran out of books to adapt and did their own thing. Everything every character did was no longer to build a narrative, but to essentially act as click-bait. The focus was to make people keep watching, not on making any content that was worth watching.

The first four seasons had it's problems, just like the books had it's problems, but Martin's writting was so brilliant that it managed to stay good even while being handled by absolute clowns. The moment season four ended was the moment the show stopped being an adaptation and became it's own thing - and like I explained before, said thing wasn't a story.

Shock

Both the show and the books had MANY shocking, heart-breaking and downright horrifying scenes: Daenerys being raped by Drogo; Bran being pushed out the window after accidentally seeing the queen fucking her brother; the whole deal with Craster and his daughters; the Dotrakhi destroying Mirri's village and her revenge against them and Daenerys; Ned's death; Melisandre giving birth to a shadow baby that killed Renly; The Red Wedding; Jeoffrey's death; Tyrion killing his father; Theon being tortured by Ramsay...

The difference is there were REASONS behind the shocking scenes Martin created. Even when you look at things like rape and torture scenes and threats of rape/torture - Martin used those scenes to remind us that the world he created is an EXTREMELY dangerous and downright vile place, and that the characters are never truly safe, and that there are WAY worse things than just being killed.

Dumb & Dumber on the other hand, gaves us scenes like an evil, former man of the night's watch evily making an evil speech to his fellow evil men, evily drinking whine from a human skull while nameless women were being raped in the background - but little does he know that Jon Snow, the hero, is about to wreck his shit. It takes something that could realistically happen (and that did happen in the books) and takes it up to eleven because the writers think shock is the same as quality and that the audience is SO STUPID that they need to practically make the actor jump out of the TV, grab us by the shoulders and scream "I'M EVIL! I'M THE BIG BAD! ROOT FOR THE HERO TO KILL ME!"

Pretty much every bad guy became a parody of Jeoffrey, ironically enough because the writers took Jeoffrey too seriously. He was a cruel, sadistic character, who had WAY too much power - but he was also a spoiled baby whose reply to Tyrion bitch-slapping him wasn't a threat, but "I'M TELLING MOM!" Jeoffrey worked because he was only allowed to do his thing whenever smarter, more competent characters like Tyrion and Tywin where not around, meaning his actions, while inhumane, never reached the point of no longer being believable.

The horrible things that happened to the characters no longer felt "right". For instance, Sansa had just been taken to the Eerie by Little Finger, who has a weird complex in which he sees her both as the daughter he never had with Catelyn AND as a replacement for Catelyn, and she was starting to truly be a player instead of a pawn... and then the writers realized "Oh shit, we should have not cut the Jeyne Pool/Fake Arya' plot, that was important" and forced it on Sansa, making Little Finger hand her on a silver plater to Ramsay and turning her into a victim AGAIN, this time to a man that dramatically fights his enemies without a shirt own, practically saying "come at me bro"

Compare this to Ned's beheading, or Catelyn and Rob being betrayed and killed by the Freys. These moments were shocking and downright depressing - but they were earned. The writting was on the wall for anyone to see: Ned was at the mercy of Jeoffrey, and the Starks had given the Freys, who are notoriously disloyal, a reason to resent them. These twists felt completely natural, were the only logical way for the situation the characters were in to play out, AND they had consequences to plot instead of just making the audience gasp and then being forgotten about.

Plot armor

It's kind of ironic and almost tragic that the show that became famous for killing characters later became the worst type of high-stakes series, putting the characters in situations they could NOT survive, not even if a goddamn miracle happened, and having them live anyway. What's even worse is that it happened repeatedly. If I had to see Jon Snow almost die and then survive anyway one more fucking time I was going to lose my mind.

There's no bigger proof that there were just no consequences for the "main" characters anymore than watching the second, third, and fourth episodes of season either. The first sets up that this battle against the night king and his army of undead is likely going to kill the majority of them, if they're lucky... and then in the third we see the plot armor in all of it's "glory", and then in the forth we find out that the Dotrakhi, who had ALL been killed, actually still have half the numbers they had the night before, somehow. Even red-shirts weren't dying anymore.

DORNE

This disaster needed it's own session because HOLY SHIT, it's a miracle/tragedy that everyone didn't go "Fuck it, I'm never watching another episode of this stupid show."

The Dorne plot in the books isn't perfect, but what the show did to it was so fucking bad that I'm pretty sure the writers didn't even read the Dorne chapters in the books, they just looked at a wiki, wrote down the names of a few characters and then did their own shitty thing.

In the books, Doran Martel is a clever, dangerous man, who pretends to be harmless so people will understimate him and step right into his trap. In the show, Doran Martel... died. That's it. I can't remember anything else that happened to him. Add him to the list of "Brilliant characters that became stupid due to shitty writing", I'm sure Tyrion, Varys and Little Finger will love making him company.

The sand-snakes, one of the main driving force of that plot, were all distinct characters in the books, with their personalities, goals, methods and motivations - basically they were created by a writer who knew what he is was doing. In the show they were all the same "character" who could be perfectly described by that horrible, cringy, PAINFUL line one of them (I can't even remember which) said to Bron "You want a good girl, but you need the bad pussy" (Seriously, if that actress ever kills the show-runners as revenge for having to say that, she'll be 100% justifyed in doing so)

And we cannot forget the driving force behind that unwatchable shit show: Ellaria Sand. In the books, the death of Oberyn made her believe that revenge only leads to more blood-shed. In the show, his death enraged to the point of wanting to avenge him and his family, and she did this... by killing his family. If that doesn't explain how insane and stupid this plot-line was, I don't know what will.

Hype = Character assassination

Many shows are based around the conflict between the bad guys and the good guys. Game Of Thrones is not one of these shows. Or at least it wasn't. As they ran out of ideas, the writers started mutilating every single character until they could be label as "Good" or "Bad", regardless of what felt right to the story and to the point that there was nothing left of said characters. Stannis's actor, Stephen Dillane, straight up said that the only thing he got from being on the show was money and that his character's motivations and decisions were nonsense - ironically enough, that kind of brutal honesty means that the writers had THE perfect actor play Stannis, and wasted his fucking time.

Here's a list of the characters that fell victims to this horrible fate: Catelyn Stark, Tyrion Lannister, Sansa Stark, Arya Stark, Jon Snow, Melisandre, Stannis, Jorah, Daenerys (bonus points for being mutilated into being both a generic, shitty "hero" and a generic, shitty "villain") Greyworm, Rhaegar Targaryen, Lyanna Stark...

Pretty much the only character who became more complex in the show than she was in the books was Cersei. While her book self was never just a "Generic Evil Queen", the show version of her was far more sympathetic, which made the stories she was part of interesting. Too bad the writers ran out of ideas of what to do with her after season six and just left her by the window drinking whine until Dany showed up to kill her. Which brings us to...

Why is this happening?

Cersei was seen as a threat in the last two seasons based on nothing but the things she HAD done. Her story just ended the very second season six did, but since she was still alive despite being one of the bad guys she had to die... I guess. She (and by extention Jaime) joined the list of characters that had nothing to do, but were still around: Davos, Theon, Yara, Melisandre, Bron, Sam, Gendry, Bran (the last one being SO unnecessary that he was cut from season five and no one noticed)

To combat that issue, the writers gave characters "motivations" that made no sense. For exemple: Sandor Clegane. His only reason to be in the show was so he could kill his brother. The problem was that Gregor was already dead. He was a walking corpse. There was nothing left of the abusive brother Sandor once knew, meaning he had no reason to fight him, and that, to keep Sandor around, the writers should have come up something new (like the redemption that book fans have been waiting for, and that has a lot of backing evidence). You might as well have had HIM be the one to randomly fly out of nowhere and kill the night king despite having no connection to him.

And since we're talking about the night king... Arya was the one to kill him. Why? Because the writers ruined Jaime's redemption arc, meaning that the only fitting ending for him was to die with Cersei, and so Arya could not kill Cersei despite wanting to, having the ability to do, AND having heard a prophecy that said she'd "Shutting brown eyes, blue eyes, and green eyes forever", the last one being the only one she had not done AND applying to Cersei. But Dumb & Dumber admitted they had no plan for this, so now that they were at the last season, they needed to do something with it, and they retconned it to mean Arya would kill the night king...

But Arya killing him meant Jon had nothing to do, so Dany had to go mad so he could kill her. To "hint" at that, they ignored all the not at all subtle foreshadowing the previous season had of Dany and Jon having a kid, and they even showed her getting jealous that he was technically the true heir... even though that made no sense since they were going to rule together anyway, and even after Dany went full "Mad Queen" she ASKED HIM TO RULE WITH HER. But anyways, he kills her and becomes king...

Except he doesn't actually become king and him being a secret Targaryen has no effect in the plot, because Bran needed to become king so there'd be a reason for him to be alive, because his magical powers turned into a plot-device. A plot-device that wasn't used at any goddamn point. Seriously, the only thing as bad as Bran becoming king was Euron's existence - dude was THE most useless villain ever AND the worst Jeoffrey parody.

A darker story (literally)

I could not end this rant without bitching about this. What is the point of spending an ungodly amount of money on sets, costumes, make-up, special effects... and then using such poor lighting that no one can see what the fucking is going on?

Anyway, this disaster of a series was so absurd it should be used as an exemple of what NOT to do.

#asks #long post #got #game of thrones #asoiaf #a song of ice and fire #rape #violence #death

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lettrespromises · 4 years

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PLAN À TROIS.— TODOROKI, BAKUGOU.

A.N:

❝ dear reader,

why hello it is i, nikki, back at it again. this post was specifically written thanks to @sasukelore’s big brain, meaning that this one is for the boys with the booming system, top down, AC with the cooler system😔✊🏻. it’s my first attempt at writing smut (which means it’s a direct ticket to hell) so please bare with me, i hope you’ll like it! if you have any feedback, please feel free to send it to me! also, my requests are open for business hehe.

sincerely yours,

nikki.

P.S: “plan à trois” has a double meaning— it means “threesome” in french but it also literally means “a plan involving three people” which is the core of the story, both literally and figuratively. ❞

Genre: Smut. (All three of the characters have been aged up.)

Warnings: Cursing, mentions of drugs (but no actual use of drugs), unprotected sex (please use a condom), nudity, spanking, choking, cunnilingus, blow-job, temperature play, threesome, dirty things.

Word count: 6.5k (she’s a big girl, don’t be shy.)

Letter object: One hotel. One gala. One mission. One person to take down. Three heroes. You and Shoto have to play the perfect fake couple to gain your enemy’s trust, the only thing is, Shoto has no clue how to behave as a couple. The unexpected help comes from Ground Zero who seems a bit too impatient and eager to show Shoto how to really treat a lady.

Metaphorically speaking, the heroes are seen as the predators and the villains as the preys, it’s always been that way— an eternal game of hide and seek, which only ends in binary results, either victory or loss. The latest news concerning the hero world had put this little game to a halt: the hushed rise of the anti-quirks drugs were concerning. The enemy was everywhere and nowhere, it was all whispers, a thread of ‘who said what’, mere illusions replaced authentic clues. The rules of the game had been changed into a paradox where the villains became the predators and the heroes were deemed as the preys.

The rule of silence, which could have easily been personified as the ringleader of this dystopic scenario, was cruel— anyone could be suspected of being a link of the drug chain. But fret not, if you were suspected and voices started to echo around louder and louder, a little bit of hush money was the price to pay to reinstate the rule of silence. Anyone could be a culprit, even (or mostly) into the highest spheres of society. Those who are worshipped in an agnostic way, they were on top of the social food chain and, perhaps even, on top of the drug chain. These elites have been very vocal about their will to suppress the almighty authority pro-heroes possess— feeling threatened for their own sake and their own inferiority complex, they were willing to play dirty to be able to rule the country with an iron fist.

The corrupted elites still remained as elites and enjoyed their mondane occupations— galas being one of them. It was a dream opportunity for you as a pro-hero, a room crowded with highly potential culprits served on a silver plate with a cup of champagne to serve as the cherry on the cake.

Stealth missions were highly dangerous if you didn’t have a cover good enough, and treading on the playground of influential people could possibly cost you your career as a pro-hero, but if you managed to succeed, you were bound to bask in glory. Keeping a realistic cover is the number one check on the list entitled “how not to blow up your whole mission and be hated by the rest of the country.” Luckily enough, your agence had already done all the dirty work for you and sent you everything you needed— a flawlessly cut evening attire, a shockingly well-done fake ID and a full file regarding the background of your character, all down to the tiniest details. And I cannot emphasize enough “all” the details...

“Oh, you’ve got to be kidding me…” Amongst the myriad of details (and some of them were completely unnecessary, I mean, was your favorite fruit really important?), one of them was impossible to ignore. “Shoto Todoroki, really?” His name rolled off your tongue for a reason, you were supposed to play his pseudo fiancée for the night. Your thumb brushed the surface inked with his name, unconsciously wishing that if you were brushing hard enough, his name would disappear and so would your almost wilted high school crush on him.

Your silent complains were cut short, the sound of someone knocking on your door stirred you from the invasion of your thoughts. Then the knocking sound echoed once more. “Just a second!” Has anyone heard of the concept of patience? Waiting a few seconds for someone to open the door isn’t a inhuman task. Eventually (although it could’ve have been funny to let this mysterious person fume because you purposefully took too long), you opened the door to your hotel room and it just felt like you had welcomed a storm in. Much to your surprise, there were two surprise guests, two U.A alumnis just like you— Shoto and Ground Zero.

“Well, shit, were you planning on letting us fucking die in the hallways, woman?! What the fuck took you so goddamn long, ha?” When I mentioned a storm earlier on today, I meant Bakugou Katuski— his annoyance was transcripted upon his face through the frowning of his eyebrows and the wrinkle sitting between them. “It’s good to see you too Bakugou, glad to see you missed me after all this time.” His hands were shoved in his pockets, clearly not keen on listening to your sarcastic remarks nor wearing a tuxedo for the night. “Tch. Keep your smart ass talk to yourself, dumbass.”

You had indeed let a storm invade your hotel room. But unbeknownst to you, you had also welcomed a hypotizing breeze, the polar opposite of Bakugou, and apparently future fiancé for the night: Shoto Todoroki. His facial expression reflected nothing but pure serinity, a signature stoic face which radically clashed with Bakugo’s scowl. Todoroki was so discreet, almost blending his presence with the newfound silence. He was wearing an evening suit of his own, aquamarine was his color after all, it was a known fact since your high school years.

“Y/N, as you may be aware, I am here for the stealth mission. Bakugou is going to accompany us just in case something goes wrong. It was a last minute change, but considering the household names who are going to attend this gala, too much precaution is better than not enough.” Ohh, so that was the reason why the angry gremlin was here. Although, you wondered how Shoto felt about the two of you acting as a fake engaged couple, was he still serene about that? “Yeah, while you two fake lovebirds will be busy eating each other’s faces off, I’m gonna be around to check if there is any intell on these anti-quirk selling bastards.” Each of his word was accompanied by a hand gesture pivoting between you and Shoto and, of course, the same old look of annoyance plastered upon his face. You and Shoto, on the other one hand, appeared a bit surprised at the use of “fake lovebirds”, it just hasn’t sunk in yet... Denial, perhaps?

“Speaking of kissing and shit— you, half and half bastard, do you still have a fucking stick up your ass or do you know how to act in a relationship?!” His interrogation was accompanied with a daring glance thrown in Todoroki’s direction and an eyebrow lifted just to emphasize the characteristic of his question a bit more. A bold question which immediately found its answer from the mouth of Todoroki, needless to say, you felt this remark coming. “Bakugou, you’re the last person here who could pretend having the knowledge necessary to provide relationship advices.” You couldn’t help but let a laugh escape at Todoroki’s remark highlighted by its bluntness, although you quickly changed your mind once you felt Bakugou’s stare landing on you with such rage causing you to hush your laugh by biting your thumb.

“Ha?! What the fuck did you just say, half and half bastard? Use that fucking mouth for yours for good measure and let’s see if you can kiss Y/N correctly. I won’t let this mission be blown up by your stupid ass.” This time, there was a hint of amusement in Bakugou’s voice, it was hard to distinct if he asked that because he truly cared about the mission or if he just wanted to push Todoroki out of his comfort zone. But the ghost of a smirk drawn upon his face seemed to support the second hypothesis.

“Guys, just a second here. I understand why we have to take care of our cover but it’s not like Todoroki and I are going to kiss all night long.” Your gaze alterned between Todoroki and Bakugou, it became impossible to hold your gaze on a fix structure due to how flustered you felt, and soon enough, your cheeks were quick to adopt a rosy tone. “Y/N, are you scared of kissing me by any chance?” You secretly hated the obvious tone of concern in Todoroki’s voice, he was willing to do anything to make this mission a success but also make sure you were comfortable around him. “N-No! It’s just… I don’t mind it.” What a miracle, you finally managed to look at him in the eyes but the blush on your cheeks was as lively as ever. “Then damn, if you don’t mind it just fucking kiss already we don’t have all night, dumbass.” You could tell by Bakugou’s body language that he was growing more and more impatient by the second, his arms were crossed over his chest— he was getting pissed.

Todoroki captured your attention once more when his index brushed the surface of your skin right below your chin while his thumb was carefully set upon your jawline. His orbs shone by their gleam of reassureance, his eyes met yours, as a silent way to ask your for permission and you fluttered your lids shut as an answer. As if it was some kind of second nature to him, his other arm compassed your waist in order to bring you close to him. His lips finally touched yours. Each one of his actions was so soft, you could barely feel them yet, you felt like you were floating on a cloud. His lips were melting ever so perfectly with yours, as if your lips were the sole one which could fit is, you couldn’t help but to hum as the carefulness of his lips overwhelmed you. The kiss was shy, experimental, and yet so agonizing. He was temptingly and agonizingly slow, which only made you crave for more. However, given the lack of oxygen, you had no choice but to (relanctutly) break the kiss. You opened your eyes and basked in Todoroki’s beauty, still in awe at what just happ—… “Oi! Have you ever kissed anyone before, Icyhot? Fucking hell, what was that?!”

Of course this was bound to be expected— the angry gremlin in his natural behavior. You and Todoroki exchanged a look which held a thousand questions before you felt your wrist being caught by a much warmer palm, and eventually, you were yanked straight into Bakugou’s chest (not that you were complaining.) “Open your damn eyes and look, this how you fucking kiss a woman, dipshit.” The sound of his voice roaring against your eardrum made you flinch in the nicest way possible. Bakugou naturally made himself at ease all while maintaining his gaze upon Todoroki who was looking at him in return with a noticeable disdain in his eyes.

Bakugou was challenging him in a way, he perfectly knew that Todoroki was observing his every move, hence why he took the liberty to let his palm roam over the curve of your derrière as a way to taunt him. However, the taunt didn’t last too long not to make you feel uncomfortable. He quickly settled one of his hand on the small of your back (to maintain you as close to him as humanly possible) whilst his other hand was set upon your neck. He didn’t waste any more time and went straight to business.

Bakugou’s kiss was, as expected, a vivid contrast compared to Todoroki’s kiss. While Todoroki’s felt hesitant, caring, sweet… Bakugou’s kiss was rough around the edges and his sole purpose was to make your knees weak. Once he crashed his lips upon yours, he immediately swiped his tongue over the surface of your bottom lip, demanding immediate access to your mouth. You knew better than to upset Bakugou so you pleased and allowed his tongue to explore your mouth— your tongue was at his mercy for a few instants before finding a steady rhythm for you two. His presence was overwhelming— his smell, how close you were to him with nowhere to escape, his mouth, his tongue, everything caused you to rightfully let a moan escape into the kiss. At the sound of it, Todoroki’s eyes widened while Bakugou smirked into the kiss, he knew he made a point. You, in return, started to tug at his blonde hair— the rough atmosphere of the kiss affected your actions as well. Just prior to breaking the kiss, Bakugou’s teeth dug into your bottom lip and applied a few pressures while you were looking at him with pleading eyes to continue. Once he got what we wanted, he ended the kiss with a surprisingly soft peck upon your lips.

With his hand still settled on the small of your back, Bakugou turned to Todoroki’s direction and offered him his biggest smirk to show his secret victory. You were left breathless by the kiss, a series of uneven hot breaths crashed down onto Bakugou’s skin.

If anyone were to walk in your hotel room, they would be able to feel and even touch the graduating tension in the air which almost felt agonizing. The tension was mostly radiating off of the two men, a silent battle for dominance had been declared through glances, holders of pure will to outbest the other.

Todoroki observed the scene on his chair, and unbeknownst to him, Bakugou had indirectly offered him the best seat in the room to watch the manifestation of his talents. An almost inaudible sigh left Todoroki’s lips which translated into a sign of discontentment. “Y/N, come here.” The tone was strict, cold even, and you felt obligated to do as told.

Detaching yourself from Bakugou’s embrace (you could tell he didn’t want to let you go judging from how his palm lingered on your back), you stepped away and made your way to Todoroki, a quizzical look noticeable in the reflect of your eyes. “What now?” You asked. Todoroki gestured to his lap and you knew what it meant, it was a speech without any word necessary.

Paradoxically enough, Bakugou stared at the scenery in front of him in pure silence, and although it was very unlike him, he was mimicking Todoroki’s actions earlier on- he wanted to witness how Shoto was going to respond to his own deeds.

You placed your hands over Todoroki’s shoulders to gain stability before sitting on his lap, it was a foreign feeling, but goodness, it was already addicting as hell and you were not interested in finding a cure. Both of Shoto’s hands crawled on the same spot where Bakugou’s hands used to linger just a few moments ago, you understood rather quickly that he was using his own methods against him. You were the center of Todoroki’s attention, his gaze graced your frame and he was loving the sound of your uneven breath, he wondered if he could make your respiration even more irregular.

He paid no mind to mind to the silent Bakugou who was already fuming in his corner as Shoto delivered a succession of pecks on the delicate flesh of your neck, and you tilted your head just enough to let him play on a wider surface. He traded the pecks for a few daring bites on certain areas, he needed to find your weak spot. “A-Ah... Shoto!” the sound of his name rolling off your tongue coated in such bliss was enough for him to curve his lips into a smirk.

It was a brief moment of peace before he dug his teeth on the same spot and you failed to prevent any whimpers from coming out by biting your lower lip. He knew you were restricting yourself, prisoning these beautiful sounds of ecstasy, and he didn’t like any of it. He focused on your lower lip and rubbed the oh so soft surface with the pad of his thumb to prevent your from biting it, and thus, keeping your sounds of pleasure to yourself.

“Don’t be shy, love. I’m pretty sure both Bakugou and I can agree on the fact that the little sounds you’re making are too divine to be hushed. Will you be a good girl and let us hear the sounds you’re making?” It was as if his voice was coated with honey, just his voice alone was enough to make you feel weak, and if you paid enough attention, you were pretty sure he purposefully blew a fit of cold air onto the skin of your neck. “Yes, please... I’ll be good, so good.” From that moment you knew you were at his mercy and he enjoyed every second of it. “You’re such a good girl for us.”

And so he continued, but it was rougher this time, a harsh contrast compared to his hesitant kiss from just a few moments ago. His teeth dug into the flesh of your skin harder this time, the sole purpose of leaving a mark on your crimson colored flesh was haunting his mind. To accomplish said purpose, Todoroki alternated between biting motions and a few swipes of his tongue on the newly bruised skin. The whimpers coming out of your mouth shamelessly only added fuel to his fire. He knew what he was doing, and you knew just how sensitive this particular area could get.

Once he judged it was enough, he delivered a few pecks on the love bites, a way to kiss his art into your skin. “You’re so perfect, love, so perfect with my name written over your skin.” He whispered between kisses. Your head was thrown back, fingers grasping at the roots of his hair, your mouth agape- your whole body language testified of the addictive effect he had on you.

Such bliss couldn’t last for long, and quickly enough, another voice was being heard, a roar even. “Oi, oi, oi! Don’t even think for a single fucking second that you can have her all to yourself, half and half bastard.” It was almost a miracle that Bakugou had observed you in silence, but as expected, patience was nowhere near his forte. He had already crossed his limit long before you sat on Todoroki’s laps. Bakugou’s eyes were strictly focused on your frame, he was completely under your spell after observing how your chest would rise and fall unevenly to grasp any ounce of oxygen.

Your knees felt weak already, you could only stare at Bakugou and silently ask him to continue, to make you feel even weaker, to make you experience pure bliss. You wanted to say his name, it was right on the tip of your tongue, but as you observed his figure reducing more and more the space between the two of you, you just admired him in silence.

“Hah? What’re you looking at, brat? You want more? Is that it? You want fucking more? Say no more.” You should’ve known that the wicked smirk plastered upon his face was a pre-indicator of what was bound to happen. He lifted you off of Todoroki’s lap, the latter frowned a bit at the lack of your presence on him, and carried you to the bed before dropping you on the mattress. Todoroki was quick to follow from behind and stood right next to Bakugou, his hands already busy taking off his jacket and unbuttoning the first button of his evening shirt. “I’m sure that Bakugou and I can find a little agreement. After all, we can share, correct?” Todoroki’s rhetorical question found its answer once Bakugou let a discreet chuckle escape from his mouth after throwing his jacket God knows where and messily undoing his tie. “We’re gonna take real fucking good take care of you, baby girl.”

You were refraining yourself from already touching you, it took all the strength in the world not to give in to the most passionate temptations. But deep down, you already knew you were bound to be overwhelmed by pure bliss judging by how they were looking at you. You could only hum in response, unsure of how your voice would have sounded under the heavy influence of desire.

Bakugou made the first move, after all, his poor soul felt left alone when Todoroki overwhelmed you with pecks and bites. He crawled over you, his knees were on each side of your waist, his hands however, assured total domination- his right hand clutched your wrists now pinned above your hand while his left palm settled by force on your throat, needless to say, the pressure was already applied on your windpipe. “You wanna’ play that game with me, hah?! Let Icyhot have all of you to himself and I got fucking nothing in return? Babygirl, I don’t watch, I fucking play.” It was too ferocious to be qualified as a whisper, and yet, when Bakugou pronounced the last bits of his sentence right in the shell of your ear, you felt like you were floating in pure bliss. “Answer me.” His grip on your throat felt a bit tighter. “P-Please... Ju-Just do whatever you want... With my body.” The lack of oxygen felt agonizing, you were deprived of fresh air and you were laying on the bed while Bakugou exuded pure confidence and domination, an aura so thick, you wished you could’ve touched it. “That’s my babygirl.”

As Bakugou’s lips crashed onto yours, forcing its tongue into your mouth while maintaining the right amount of pressure on your throat to offer you a panorama of new sensations, Todoroki had already gotten rid of his shirt. If you paid close attention, you could see shy flames on his shoulders, he was absolutely adoring the scenery unfolding before him. Everything about you filled his senses, the sight of you giving in to Bakugou was nothing short of divine, the whimpers leaving your mouth in cascade whether the reason was the lack of air or the fierceness of Bakugou’s intentions was the sweetest melody he had ever heard. Everything was perfect.

You felt the oxygen become one with your body again once Bakugou broke the kiss and allowed his hand to travel from your neck down to your chest, but his eyes were never leaving yours. He wanted to watch you come undone under his touch, he swore it to himself.

“I’ll take the bottom half. Icyhot, I don’t give a damn about what you do, just don’t fucking interrupt me.” His eyes were already set on the prize, your heat in all its glory. Shoto said nothing in response, you were the holder of all his undivided attention. As Bakugou took a firm grasp of your thighs, opening the way to his newfound purpose, Todoroki took over the top half of your body- he started by planting a succession of pecks from your lips down to your collarbone, passing by your neck, and each kiss was amplified by the cold air he was blowing on the surface of your skin. The contrast in temperature cause you to allow a few whimpers to escape, you already knew you craved for more, it was a way of manifesting it.

“You won’t need that, will you, love?” He said while pointing at your shirt, as his index was already hooking the fabric. It was a rhetorical question of course, you simply answered by humming. Your silent response was the only thing necessary for Shoto to send your shirt flying somewhere in the room. He continued his trail of kisses down to the valley of your breasts, the same cold air following him as he went.

Bakugou, on the other one hand, had already gotten rid off your skirt, but not before letting his palms explore the generous cheeks hidden underneath it, and eventually, leaving a slap right on this area which caused you to yelp in surprise. The pad of his thumb was already brushing against the surface of the fabric, oh what a pleasure it was when he felt the sensation of humidity coming through your underwear. A sensation so good, so addicting, so divine that it brought a sly grin to his face. “Already so wet for us, babygirl? You’re not wasting your damn time, hah?” Your skin was burning under his touch, you could already feel the chills running down your spine and he hadn’t even taken off your underwear yet.

Todoroki took the strap of your bra between his thumb and index, and much to your suprise, he used the right amount of his quirk to burn the fabric and applied the same treatment to the other strap. Before you could even protest about the poor outcome of your bra, he planted his lips on your own to keep you quiet. Now, he focused his attention to your breasts and the bits of clothing left which prevented the upper half of your body from being fully exposed. He took the opportunity given by Bakugou who had gotten rid of your underwear which made you arch your back to unclip your bra. There was nothing stopping him now. He let his gaze fell on you, so full of adoration, while he leaned down and caught the last piece of fabric remaining of your bra between his teeth. His eyes held so much envy, so much desires which reciprocated in the reflect of your own orbs.

Shoto threw your bra out of his mouth, and there you were- your body bare in all its glory. “Fuck, you’re so perfect...” He whispered right against your chest, causing you to let out a sigh you didn’t even know you were holding. He used his mother’s inherited side to trace the contour of your breasts, he knew he was going to earn a moan in return and he was so please to hear such a sinful melody at the clash of his cold fingers against your burning skin. His thumb and his index worked in harmony to twist the bud of your nipple and overwhelm it by Shoto’s cold touch while his tongue delivering hot saliva on your skin was already doing wonders on your other breast, a perfect balance between cold and hot which made your arousal erupt even more and someone was quick to notice...

“Oi, doll face, focus on me, not on this goddamn fucker. Don’t you feel so fucking good when I touch you like that, hah?” His burning jealousy amplified the voracity of his deeds. Every single one of his touch served the purpose of pleasuring you, but also outdo Todoroki’s touches. He needed to be the best at everything, including making you melt under his touch. You struggled to keep your eyes open, the desire to close your eyes and let your body attract all the attention while basking in pure bliss was too strong and yet, Bakugou’s voice roared into your mind, you couldn’t help but lay your eyes on him through half-closed lids.

Once he knew he was the bearer of all your attention, he put his body and mind to work. Both of his hands planted your thighs on each side of his body, you felt too weak to move under his touch and did not dare resist the pressure. You whined in advance because you knew what was coming- and boy, did he look good with his face buried between your thighs.

One long, sharp, vertical lick was all it took to let yet another moan escape your lips once more, and to Bakugou, it was the best reward. The heat of his tongue responded to the heat of your core, it was pure harmony. He licked the your core over and over again, tasting you, loving you, worshipping you even. One time he left lingering kisses to the side of your core, another time he was left licking motions all over your folds because your taste was the best thing he had ever felt. His motions echoed to your whines and moans, he was sure of hearing a sinful melody each time his tongue entered in contact with your skin.

“Keep making these noises for me, don’t be fucking shy.” His hot breath on the center of your heat embraced perfectly the succession of his actions, “Y-Yes... P-Please, I want... I need more.” Bakugou couldn’t help but let a low chuckle leave his lips, in response to your needy attitude, he left a harsh slap on the surface of your butt, to which you whined loudly in response. “Such a fucking filthy mouth you have there, hah?” He smiled to himself, knowing perfectly that what he was about to do was bound to leave you as a whimpering mess. Without any warning, he slid two of his fingers inside your core, and fuck, you were tight. His thumb was brushing against your sweet bundle of nerves which had already been cherished by Bakugou’s tongue earlier.

You clutched the sheets of the bed to release some of the buildup pressure inside, it was as if a tornado, a volcano and a firework were exploding at the same time in your stomach, each of them resulting in a series of whimpers and moans at the overstimulation. Your lids were shut close already, yet, they kept fluttering over the invisible crimson touches left by both Todoroki and Bakugou.

Speaking over Todoroki, he was tasting you in such a different way as he started to get the grip of Bakugou’s mechanic. His mind kept roaming and roaming, he knew that just one mark on your neck was not quite enough and he needed to beat Bakugou at his own game- he positioned himself right over your right breast and blew a fit of fresh air, causing him to smile at himself for being the reason of such a reaction, and dug his teeth into your flesh. Motivated by the the way you kept tugging at his hair, he kept biting the same area over and over again until sucking your flesh just enough to create yet another love bite over your breast, such an intimate area, isn’t it? And now his whole name was written on it.

“B-Bakugou... I can’t take it... Ahh! Anymore, please, please...” His fingers weren’t enough anymore, you were pleading his name, begging him to become one with you because you were unsure as to how you were going to keep the unleashed pressure within you ruin you. “So eager for my fucking cock, aren’t you?! You’re gonna count with me each inch entering your fucking cunt, got it?” You were willing to do anything at this point- Todoroki’s bites and his cold touch, Bakugou’s fingers and tongue, it made you fill dizzy but you knew, deep down, you were slowly approaching a pure state of bliss. “Yes... Yes I will.”

For his own purpose, Bakugou took his fingers off your core and flipped you on your stomach so you could be on all fours. You were giving him the view of worthy of a masterpiece: the crimson colored marks on your butt cheeks, the vivid rosy tone of your dripping core, oh he wanted all of you. “Love, don’t you forget that I’m here too, right? Open your pretty mouth for me.” You did as Todoroki preached, opening your mouth for him to stick his index in there. “Suck.” he commanded, to which you obliged by creating hollows in your cheeks and embrace his finger around your tongue, this feeling was beyond perfect, beyond the wildest fantasies his imagination had to offer. He could only let his subconsciousness roam about how his cock would feel around your perfectly pouted lips.

Bakugou’s hands gripped your hips tightly, his fingers turning white in the process while your flesh adopted a reddish tone in response. With the use of the pad of his thumb, he spread the pre-cum leaking all over his length, and so it began: the first inch. “One.”, it sounded more like an order than a statement, “...One.” you echoed, your response didn’t come quick enough to Bakugou’s liking, making you earn a harsh slap on your cheeks in return. Then another inch “Two.” , another faint sound coming from your lips “T-Two...”, yet another slap on your abused flesh. And so it went on, the process remained the same- another inch, another whisper escaping your mouth between sobs, another spank.

On the other side of the bed, Todoroki was stroking his own length at the sight before him. You were on the brim of tears, and Bakugou didn’t show any mercy regarding your current state. “I’m sorry, her mouth is going to be full soon, she won’t have room to count out for you.” Bakugou grunted in response to Todoroki’s taunt. His strokes became gradually faster, like a crescendo if you will. His other hand, however, was placed right underneath your jaw to give you some support and your mouth was already open in anticipation for what was bound to happen.

With his hand to keep your jaw steady, you welcomed Todoroki’s lenght into your mouth and he automatically let a groan as the tip of your tongue caressed his sensitive tip. You imagined how rewarding it must have felt for them to hear your own moans and whimpers because hearing Todoroki’s moan felt like a blessing to your eardrums.

Your tongue circled around his cock, your hand was pumping his length, and Todoroki wondered if this is what heaven looked and felt like. Your whimpers were hushed by the presence of his member in your mouth, but somehow, even these half silenced sounds of pleasure sounded even better to his ears. He felt his lids shut close under the miracle work of your tongue while his hand lingered in your hair to motivate you to keep going.

Bakugou, frustrated by this change of plans due to Todoroki’s own personal pleasure, slid the entirety of his phallus into you abruptly. The shock caused you to remove Shoto’s member from your mouth momentarily to catch your breath and release yet another whine before pleasuring Todoroki again. That came as a surprise to no one, not even Shoto himself, but Bakugou’s pace was rough and almost animalistic.

The sound of his testicles clapping against your flesh testified of the pace and yet, it felt so enticing. Bakugou was not so vocal, but he did leave his fair share of grunts as he buried himself into you more and more until reaching your cervix. It was too much, your core was burning, hell your whole body was on fire. The tears that threatened to fall had put their threat to execution, you knew you were close, the overstimulation was getting the best of you leaving you in a whimpering, trembling mess.

You continued to stroke Shoto’s length with your tongue, but his need to take control took over him. The same hand that rested in your hair suddenly took a firm grasp of your hair and he thrusted himself into your mouth and from there, his grunts became more repetitive. Truthfully, it was the only push he needed to bring him over the edge, the previous work of your tongue had put him under a spell. A spell he never wanted to wake up from. He knew what was coming, you felt it too but how the tip of his phallus was tickling your throat deeper and deeper.

Shoto didn’t even notice the small flames making their apparition on the blades of his collarbone, meaning that it was finally time for him to cum. He set your mouth free and hinted his length towards your chest, letting the drips of cum color your skin, and allowed the most magical moan to leave his already parted lips in satisfaction. “Love, look what you fucking did to me. You’re so beautiful, so beautiful with my cum all over you.” Your first instinct was to fill your lungs with oxygen, something so common yet it was cruelly needed. You looked through your lashes at Shoto with pleading eyes while he looked at you with a glimpse of adoration in his. His digit was carefully wiping the excess of cum leaking down your chin to place it right into your mouth. He could only stare in awe at the sight of you tasting him. He felt so full, and fulfilled. He was finally at peace, soaking in pure bliss.

The grasp Bakugou was holding over your hips became even harsher, which you though was impossible just a few seconds before. “Fuck, fuck, fuck.” He grunted, trying to keep his volume at bay by digging his teeth into his lower lip but it was all too much to be contained. He knew his climax was close, so close that he could picture it if he closed his eyes just for a second. Bakugou’s name fell on your lips like a forbidden prayer, his name had turned into the only thing you were able to say. “I-...Ah! Inside, inside, fuck, please...”, you felt a wave of pleasure taking over your body, a pleasure so intense, no word could have done it justice. Oh well, that was the sole indication he needed to hear before digging his nails into your sides, causing you to arch your back and bite the sheets, already preventing the cascade of whimpers from echoing in the room. “Fucking hell... Cum with me, now.”

With one last thrust, Bakugou came within you, his face was facing the ceiling as he came undone with you. His cum slid within you and in return, your body thanked him by letting your own juice flow all over his length.

Silence invaded the room. No more grunts, no more moans, no more cries. Pure silence inhabited by the uneven breaths of three protagonists who had just touched heaven by the tip of their fingers. Three victims of passion.

Bakugou pulled out of you, earning a whimper in return at the sudden feeling of vacuity. Your legs were shaking, and you secretly thanked every God for allowing you to stay relatively steady on all fours for this long and be able to endure the bestial-like pace of Bakugou. Needless to say, you were panting, you mouth was agape and you were crying for air. Your body immediately crashed onto the mattress, the soft feeling of the sheets enveloping your skin after reaching heaven made you feel as if you were floating on a cloud.

Bakugou and Todoroki shared a look, a small grin even, before crashing down onto the mattress next to you. You were unable to move, your mind was comparable to a wild blur as a result of your orgasm. A rush of words flew through your air but absolutely none of them was powerful and meaningful enough to qualify how you were feeling. At peace? No, not strong enough. Full? Nope, did not carry enough meaning. It was a unique feeling, worthy of all the praises in the world.

Todoroki draped an arm over your waist and left a trail of kisses upon the flesh of your shoulder, a silent way to thank you for allowing him to experience heaven in a rush. Bakugou, on the other one hand, was facing your back and allowed his index to draw invisible patterns on the skin of your back. Paradoxically enough, the silence carried more words and emotions than an actual speech. Until...

“So... Um, about the mission?”

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I would like to ak you about Stain and Dabi, at the very least Stain seemed to consider Deku and Shoto "true heroes", with All Might at the example to follow. Meanwhile it seems Dabi doesn´t believe real heroes exists, not even All Might. Why do you think that´s the case?

So your question here is whether Dabi is following Stain’s will or not? Dabi’s ideals may not line up 1:1 with Stain, but I would say he’s far more loyal to Stain and his ideals than to anybody else in the manga. He may even be more loyal to Stain to the point of being disloyal to the rest of the league of villains. A comparison of ideology and methods of both Stain and Dabi underneath the cut.

1. Stain’s Number One Fanboy

There are lots of aspects of Dabi’s reveal that were clearly inspired by and are even a continuation of what Stain did that made ripples in society. First and foremost Stain’s greatest success was that he got the actual public talking about him.

This has always been the difference between the League of Villains, and Stain. Even when the League of Villains has points to make and try to communicate with others, they often get dismissed as villains who chose to be villains for selfish reasons. With Stain, even characters like Deku who are often too naive to grasp this can recognize why Stain’s motivations eventually pushed him into becoming a villain.

Stain is the one villain so far we’ve seen the heroes react to with something other than, “Well obviously they just chose to be a villain, because they’re evil, mean, nasty and selfish.”

To us, the audience Shigaraki makes more sense as a character. We know exactly why Shigaraki does what he does because we see him as a human. However, Shigaraki is not human to hero society.

Someone like Stain is more palatable, because his ideals are a warped version of Hero Society’s own. Rather than being someone who rejects the idea of heroes entirely, Stain merely says, I want the number one hero to be like All Might, pure and selfless. Every hero should be like All Might. Stain only rejects a certain type of hero, not all heroes in general, and not the way Heroes are given too much license and power in this society.

Stain notices the flaws within hero society, however rather than addressing it as a societal issue, he believes if he kills a few posers then the real heroes will step up. Stain takes what is a societal issue, and wants people to take individual responsibility for it. Which is why he ends up taking it out on completely innocent people too. There are family legacy heroes who are just in it for the job, and the glory (cough, cough, Endeavor) but Tensei was not really one of them. It’s not really Tensei’s fault that all of hero society is corrupt, at least not particularly more than anybody else is, he’s just a well meaning guy doing his job.

This is why Stain’s actions can blur the line between justice, and personal revenge. Stain thinks that it’s okay to kill people in service of a cause, but in this case isn’t he just beating up someone who was otherwise a good guy because he wanted to someone else to take the blame for the ills of society?

It’s true Stain will go as far as to spare, or even save those he deems as worthy, but at the same time it’s only ever on his personal value of worthiness. He also, only saved Deku from a nomu after his battle was already lost. When they were getting in the way of him killing Tenya, he was only a little bit relucant to try to kill both of them because they were in the way of his mission at the moment.

So anyway those are all of Stain’s bad points. Stain emphasizes the exact same kind of survival of the fittest and individualism that only saves some people in hero society and damns all the rest in the first place. Stain’s good points, he actually did mean what he said. Stain genuinely believed his actions were going to make the world a better place.

Stain called Endeavor a fake, he also insists on personal responsibility that he has to do something to be the one to fix society he can’t just pretend to be ignorant of it. Stain as we know was a hero student, but couldn’t stay a student when he began noticing all of society’s flaws. In a manga where most characters are ignnorant, the fact that Stain is one of the first characters to point out something might be wrong here, and then had to act on at least his personal sense of justice does mean something.

Stain’s wors also managed to reach people and stif them up that there is “something wrong here.” They got a response out of people. Which as we’ve been seeing this arc is hard to do. The fact that villains are only evil because they choose to be is just so ingrained in things that it’s hard to shake off.

So I’m going to list three ways Dabi primarily took after Stain.

Televised Broadcast

Insistence on Personal Responsibility

Heroes Must be Pure

The reason Stain reached so many people is primarily because of the broadcast. It’s how we see it reached even Dabi himself who was apparently either just a minor crimminal, or living in hiding until that point. Dabi realizes that nothing is going to happen, no concrete change will happen, even if he’s right, unless he gets the public on his side.

This is also why even though Shigaraki has some points to make, almost no heroes listen to him. Shigaraki one does not know how to make his point in an understandable way, and two does not know how to play the game of public opinion.

Dabi always mentions casting public doubt on heroes, and making a stir in thenews. As long as they get a foot in the discussion, they’ve won somehow.

Stain reached so many people because his news coverage was a spectacle, and it sparked mass debate. Dabi has been aspiring for a long time to cause the same kind of spectacle and stirring. That’s why he intentionally lets Endeavor gets victories to build him up, that’s why he burns people and leaves them to be found to increase his own notoriety. He was creating a narrative to sell to the public, one that would be easily digestible. Taking inspiration from Stain, he wants to make another news blitz to throw everything into question. He wants to be just like Stain, seen as someone driven to villainry by their intense ideals, and their desire for a betterworld.

In fact Dabi is even a lot smarter than Stain in some aspects. Stain attracted the wrong crowd. For the most part after the news story died down, the most people that came to the league were those not really invested in his ideals. However, here comes Dabi who knows exactly how to frame himself. Just look at the difference between the way he addresses other people, and the way he addresses Shoto and Endeavor.

Dabi’s playing his cards as best as he can to create a narrative that will get talked about, because the greatest impact that Stain left behind is that he got the masses attention for a litlte white.

Number two - Individual Responsibility

Just like Stain, Dabi takes everything on his shoulders, for good or ill. He’s a staunch individualist. In some aspects that means Dabi can’t ever leave well enough alone. There are some injustices he can’t forgive, so he goes out of his way to punish them.

Part of what is happening really is just consequences for Endeavor’s actions. Something that both the rest of society, would have just let him get away with. Dabi, Stain as individuals, can’t swallow any kind of injustice, and can’t be quiet about the things they notice as wrong or hypocritical in their society.

Hypocrite or not, I believe Dabi is moved by some kind of ideals, some idea of justice. One that easily overlaps with personal revenge, in the case of Stain, that can very easily branch out and beat up perfectly innocent people who have nothing to do with it besides the fact that Dabi is in a bad mood and wants to feel like he’s punishing an individual for the ills of society.

For good or ill, Dabi does repeat Stain’s habit of purging as well. Like I said because of the overemphasis of personal resposnability, the belief that an individual has to overcome society all on their own (pulling themselves up by their bootstraps), if someone fails to meet Dabi and Stain’s sliding scale of standards, whoever they are, they may just decide it’s appropriate to murder them.

This behavior also lashes out and hits people who were almost completely unrelated. Tensei gets hit by Stain’s purge. Dabi’s plan to invite Hawks into the league (probably to dig up dirt on him) ends up hitting Twice as well.

However, there is also a strong sense of personal responsibility that should be noted. Dabi is like one of the only league members to express remorse over killing people. Not just live on television, but also to himself in the aftermath of the pro hero arc.

There’s also a tragic element for this as well. Dabi’s decision that he has to do everything on his own, means he can’t open himself up to cooperation. He can’t accept the friendship, the sympathy, or the sense of community for the leaguethat’s been offered to him multiple times. Of course, it’s sadder for Twice because he’s dead. But at the same time Dabi can’t trust anyone, can’t work with anyone, it’s extremely unhealthy and self destructive behavior in the end.

#Heroes must be Pure

Here is where Dabi and Stain differ a little bit. It’s also where Dabi differs from his brother Shoto. Both Stain, and Shoto were inspired to beieve that real heroes exist because they witnessed All Might. Shoto beliees even if his father is corrupt, he can become a hero like All Might which is the utlimate way to reject his father.

For both Stain and Shoto, they can believe that good heroes exist because they have All Might as an example. As far as we know, Dabi doesn’t even seem to mention All Might.

So for Dabi, we still have the idea that heroes need to behave a certain way, heroes need to be pure. He points out that Endeavor is a bad pillar because he’s not ideologically pure, he’s not a hero who saves others like All Might. He also believes like stain that if he culls the bad heroes, then the good heroes will rise up from that destruction.

However, I think Dabi himself may have trouble believing the idea that good heroes even exist.

Dabi shares the same purity / stain motif with Stain himself.

Once things are stained they’re impure. Impure things need to be cleansed. He can’t forgive the dirty past of either Endeavor or Hawks. He can’t let someone who has already dirtied their hands pretend to be a hero.

However, I think Dabi goes a step beyond Stain in that Stain thought if he picked off a certain amount of heroes within the society then the good heroes will do better. Dabi must believe that there is no way for a hero to remain ideologically pure in this society. So, his attacks are levvied at the society that’s incapable of producing good heroes.

Stain had a tendency to attack individuals while demanding ideological purity from them, Dabi has the same habits but he goes one step further and suggests that society is ignorant, that society needs to question whether these heroes it uplifts really are good people.

Which is also what I think leads to what you said that Dabi treats Deku and Shoto differently than Stain would. Dabi can’t believe in real heroes, so he sees the kids aspirations to be a hero as proof of their ignorance.

I would say he doesn’t think Deku or Shoto could be a true hero because one, he doesn’t see them as individuals, he looks down on them as kids. Two, he believes they blindly follow the false heroes. He even mentions directly he doesn’t really see Shoto’s individual will, or his desire to become a hero to save his mom. He just thinks Shoto is the perfect puppet Endeavor raised him to be. Dabi is unable to separate himself from Endeavor’s abuse of him, and therefore he’s also unable to separate the idea of Shoto from Endeavor.

So yeah, that’s the best way I can explain it with “the vague approximation of Dabi” that canon has given us right now. Basically Dabi is pretty loyal to Stain actually, he follows Stain’s ideals to the letter,he copies his strategy, he even has the same flaws, individual emphasis, black and white thinking, blurry line between “sacrifice for a better society” and “vigiltante justice because I think I’m right.”

The main differences come from either Dabi just seeing the UA kids as either kids who don’t know better, or blind followers in the system. (This makes sense if you realize Dabi is someone who was raised by a hero since childhood, not someone who just became a zealot like Stain). And Stain has All Might for his idea of a “pure hero” whereas Dabi either believes no good heroes exist period. Or no good heroes can exist in the current society. I hope that answered your question, nonny!

#Anonymous #stain #dabi #toya todoroki #touya todoroki #todoroki touya #todoroki toya #mha meta #metasks #league of villains #league of villains meta #i can't believe you got me talking about stain this much #i don't even like stain #his greatest contribution to the story was when Shigaraki stole his hype all his followers and then made them into his found family #shigaraki is passing off bong hits with his college age and teenage rebel friends and compress the one adult and designated driver #meanwhile stain is just sitting in a jail cell bored

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Little Firefly

This is a sequel to my other story Little Birdie which can be found here.

Thank you to @silentprincessofhyrule for the awesome banner.

This story is for people 18+ only.

Please read the warning list, there is some darker stuff in this.

This isn’t a kinktober fic but it might as well be with all the stuff in here. I hope you enjoy.

Warnings: 18+, swearing, smut, stalking, kidnapping, light voyeurism, predator/prey, yandere behavior, restraints, violence, injuries, breeding talk, cockwarming, hickeys, unwanted kissing and groping, attempted noncon, oral sex (receiving), vaginal sex, some angst, and some sappy fluff.

It had been about a month and a half since your encounter with Hawks. You hadn’t heard from him which you thought was for the best anyway. You had only done what you did because Dabi had asked you and although it was fun, it was not something you wanted to do again. You only wanted one man in your life and that man was not Hawks. He seemed liked a nice guy and you still felt a little bad about what you did but you did it to help your love and that was all there was to it.

You entered your apartment and threw your jacket and bag onto the couch before stretching and heading to the fridge for a drink. It had been another long day of work for you and you were glad to be home. Now if only Dabi would come home too. But you knew that there was a chance you wouldn’t see him tonight because he was busy doing some mission. He just better stay safe, you think to yourself as you take a gulp of your drink before placing it onto the counter.

You walk over to the windows and begin your nightly ritual of closing your shades and curtains when movement from the roof of the building next to yours catches your eye. You strain to see what might have been the cause but it was very dark and the light of the moon was being blocked by some clouds. You shrug your shoulders. Probably just a shadow, you think as pull the shade down and the curtains over to hide your home from any prying eyes that might be trying to see in.

You head into your bedroom removing your sweatshirt and leaving yourself in your tank top as you make your way over to cover the window in here as well. You begin pulling the shade down when your vision is once again captured by a movement on the roof along with the glint of the revealing moonlight off of something. You furrow your brow. There has to be something up there, you think to yourself as you feel a shiver run down your spine and a wave of unease wash over you. You quickly pull the shade and curtains into place.

Lately you had begun to feel as though somebody was watching you, following you wherever you went. You had yet to see any indication of that being the case, however, and so you dismissed it as paranoia. But now, after this, maybe you weren’t being as paranoid as you thought. You sit on your bed and rub your arms trying to get some warmth back into your chilled frame.

A couple of hours later Dabi found himself opening the door to your apartment with his spare key, fully expecting to see you on the couch watching TV as usual. He had finished the pointless mission he had been sent on much sooner than anticipated and had been eager to get home and to see you. He might not really say it much and he would never admit to it but he loved you and he was always at his happiest when he was with you. He sees that you aren’t in your usual spot as he closes and locks the door behind him. Hmm that’s odd, he thinks but tries not to read too much into the situation and instead goes to look for you.

The expression on your face as you were sitting on the bed was not something he expected to see. You looked genuinely unnerved, something he had never seen from you in all of the two years you have been together. Nothing seemed to freak you out. So why were you sitting there like you just saw a ghost? Dabi comes in through the doorway.

“Hey, what’s the matter my little firefly? You look like you’ve just seen the devil.”

Hearing Dabi snaps you out of the trance you had been going in and out of. You look up and meet his beautiful blue eyes before getting up and hugging him close.

“I’m so glad you’re home. The strangest thing just happened.” You say to him.

Dabi wraps his arms around you and rubs your back soothingly, the slight waver of your voice not escaping his notice.

“It’s ok. I’m here. What happened?”

“I was closing the shades like I usually do, when I saw something move on the roof across the alleyway. At first, I thought it must have just been a shadow or something because I didn’t see anything there. But then I came in here and was closing the shade when I saw it again and this time the moonlight glinted off of something. Someone was up there and I think they were looking into the apartment. I couldn’t see who. It was just the briefest of glimpses.”

Dabi furrows his brow. “Are you sure it was a person?”

“Well I’m not certain, it’s dark. But it gave me the creeps, especially since lately I feel like someone has been following me and watching everything I do.”

That statement grabbed Dabi’s attention.

“What was that?” He asks you as he walks you over to the bed where you both sit and face each other.

“I know I sound paranoid. I haven’t seen anyone, that’s why I didn’t say anything. But after tonight, I don’t know, maybe someone is.”

“How long?” He asks you. “How long have you thought someone was following you?”

“The past three weeks or so. Should I be worried?” You ask with concern.

It couldn’t be, he thinks to himself, though I knew it seemed suspicious.

“No, it’s ok. Don’t worry. You know I’d always come find you if anything happened. Well, if you didn’t kick the person’s ass first yourself.” He says with a chuckle, eliciting a little laugh from you as well.

You throw your arms around him once again and bury your face into his chest as he wraps his arms around you and holds you close. As he returns your hug, he furrows his brow once more, concern for you washing through him. I’ll get to the bottom of this, he thinks.

“Alright, let’s get some sleep. Nothing will happen to you now.” He assures.

“I know, I always feel safe when I’m with you.” You say as you both settle into bed.

What an ironic statement considering I’m a villain, he thinks, but it is true. You snuggle into him as the two of you drift off to sleep.

A couple of days had passed since the ‘incident’ as you were now referring to it as. You’d checked the past two nights and had seen nothing and you were starting to wonder if you were losing your mind.

You were unable to shake the uneasy feeling since then and you were on high alert, observing everything that went on around you as much as you could. You were even more uneasy because Dabi had been sent on another mission and you didn’t know when he’d be back.

Concern for him and concern for yourself at the prospect of being watched had left you frazzled. You were wondering what else could possibly happen next as you made your way home after another long and exhausting day.

Maybe that was why for all your increased vigilance, you hadn’t noticed you were being followed.

The lock opened with a soft click, before the man quietly opened the door and slipped into the apartment. Well that was easy. Lucky for me she didn’t lock the deadbolt but also incredibly dangerous. She’s lucky it’s only me. The man thought to himself as he carefully closed the door behind him. Just more reasons why she needs my protection.

He took in the familiar surroundings of your apartment with a smile on his face as he cautiously made his way into your bedroom. The sound of running water alerts him to your whereabouts. He goes over to the bathroom and peers through the small gap of the partially opened door and sees you in the shower in all your naked glory.

Even better than I remember, I can’t wait to bring you home and show you how much I’ve missed you, he thinks as he licks his lips and continues to watch you.

You get out of the shower and dry your body with a towel before wrapping it around you and then use another to dry your hair a bit. Once done you secure your hair into a bun using some hair pins. You walk into your bedroom and throw the towels into the laundry basket before putting some clothes on.

“Hey there baby bird, you’re looking as beautiful as ever.”

You nearly jump out of your skin at the unexpected voice behind you and quickly pull your shirt down. You spin around to where the voice came from and watch as the number two pro hero, Hawks, emerges from the shadows.

“Holy shit Hawks!” You say in a startled tone as your hand goes to your chest. “What are you doing here? How did you even get in?”

“Oh come on now, I told you what to call me last time.” He says with a devious chuckle. “It was easy. You should really be more careful, you know. The deadbolt is there for a reason so you should use it.”

“What the fuck? Did you pick the lock?”

“Yeah, you’re so reckless. What if it had been someone else who came in? They could have hurt you, It’s ok though, I’m here now.” He says confidently.

You furrow your brow. “What are you doing here Haw—“ He gives you a bit of a glare. “I mean Keigo.” You finish.

“See, that’s better. I’ve come to bring you home of course.” He tells you matter-of-factly.

“What? I am home. This is my home.” You say.

“Oh no. You deserve much better than this dump and then I’ll be able to properly protect you from any threats.”

He gives you a smile but it feels off somehow. You break out in a cold sweat as you slowly inch towards the door, never taking your eyes off of him. Hawks sees where you’re moving and rushes over to you, pushing you against the wall next to the doorway and caging you in with his arms.

“Where are you going, lovebird?” He sweetly asks.

Lovebird? What the fuck? I think he’s lost it, you think to yourself.

“Just going to get a drink. Would you like one?” You coolly ask as you try to maintain your composure. Fuck. Think. I have to get away from him, but how.

“No thank you, we really should get going. You don’t have to pack anything, I’ll buy you whatever you want.”

You decide that you need to make a move, if you could get out of your apartment then maybe you could alert one of your neighbors.

“That’s very generous of you.” You say with a smile before shoving him with all of your might and running for the door. You knock things over and throw stuff at him as you go.

“Aww come now lovebird, that’s no way to act.” You hear him call as you run.

Almost there, you think as you pass the couch, arm outstretched for the doorknob.

All of the sudden you are hit by a solid mass and get sent crashing into the couch, knocking it over in the process. The wind gets knocked out of you as you hit the ground, Hawks on top of you.

“Let me go!” You yell out as you frantically kick, hit, and scratch at the pro hero atop you.

Continuing to struggle, you manage to squirm away from him and kick him in the chest causing him to fall back. You scramble to your feet, overturning the end table as you try once more to reach the door. You’re just about to grab the doorknob when Hawks grabs you by the upper arms and slams you hard into the door. You hear a sickening crack and feel a sharp pain as something warm trickles down your forehead before the darkness overtakes you.

Your eyes flutter open and you groan as you are hit with a wave of pain from your head. You go to touch where the pain originates when you realize you are unable to because of the handcuffs shackling you to the headboard. The previous events come rushing back to you as you begin to panic. You look around the room as you pull at the handcuffs.

How long was I out for? You think when you see daylight streaming in through a window. It had been night when Hawks had come to your apartment. You look around for the man in question but don’t see him.

“Where the fuck am I?” You say out loud to yourself as you continue to look around and pull at your restraints. You can feel pain in your wrists from your struggle but continue to do so regardless, no matter how futile the attempts are.

“You’re home lovebird. This is our bedroom. Once you get settled in, you can decorate however you want.” Hawks says happily.

“Settle in? You have me shackled to the headboard!” You bitterly reply.

“Oh, well that was for your own safety. Can’t have you running and hurting yourself again. I had to patch your head up after the last time.”

“Yeah because you slammed my head into the door.” How the fuck was he just trying to act like it was an accident or something. He’s fucking delusional, you think as you glare at him.

“I’m sorry about that baby bird but you were acting crazy. Why were you trying to run from me?” He asks with a straight face.

“Is that some kind of joke? You’ve kidnapped me for fucksakes, Hawks.”

“What did I tell you about that name?” He says darkly with a menacing look on his face.

“What the fuck? Aren’t they both your names, Keigo?” You say putting emphasis on his name.

“Yes, but you’re the only one I’ve told my real name to and I want you to use it. My love should call me by my true name after all.”

“Your love? Haw—Keigo, we barely even know each other. You never even contacted me. So how the fuck are you in love with me now?” You ask in confused exasperation.

“Well I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you since that night. I just knew that you were the one for me, so I started looking after you to make sure you were safe. Every morning at 8:45 when you leave for work until you go into the building at 9:00 and then I come back at 12:30 to make sure you’re safe on your lunch break and then again at 9:00 when you head home. There are a lot of dangerous people out there, you know. Then I watch your apartment until you close the shades because you usually go to bed an hour after that.” He says all this with a big smile on his face, proud of the way he’s been ‘protecting’ you.

You look at him with a horrified expression as he tells you all this. You had been right, you were being followed.

“So you’ve been stalking me?” You ask in disbelief, wondering if that meant he’d seen Dabi coming to your place as well.

“No, I haven’t been stalking you. I’ve been watching over you like a guardian angel. It really isn’t safe for a beautiful woman like yourself to be all on your own.” He clearly explains.

Ok so I guess he hasn’t seen Dabi, you think as you continue to stare at him in disbelief. He really is delusional.

Hawks walks over to you and sits beside you on the bed before leaning down and kissing you. Having been caught off guard, you let out a little gasp and Hawks takes the opportunity to slide his tongue into your mouth. You struggle with your restraints more and let out noises of protest, neither of which deter him. You bite down hard on his tongue to get him to stop.

“Ow fuck!” He exclaims as he pulls away from you. “That wasn’t very nice lovebird, but then again you always have been a feisty one.” He smiles at you seductively as he trails his fingers lightly down your neck and over your clothed breasts, down your stomach, and briefly over your pussy.

Your eyes go wide at his movements and your mind begins to race. What was he planning on doing to you?

“I know, maybe you would just prefer it if I kissed you elsewhere. What do you say baby bird? Do you want me to devour that sweet pussy of yours? You enjoyed it last time.” He smirks. “Or maybe what you really want is for me to plunge my fat cock deep into that tight little cunt.”

Your eyes grow wider and you let out an audible gasp.

“So what? You’re just going to take me against my will then?” You ask in a terrified tone.

There was no way you could fight him off, not with your wrists cuffed to the bed. Hawks lets out a mocking laugh.

“No. I would never do that to the woman I love. I’ll wait for you to ask me for it because I know you will.” He says with absolute conviction.

“You’re going to be waiting a long time then.” You tell him causing him to laugh once again.

“Such a stubborn one. I know you love me. If you didn’t then you would have brought someone else home with you by now from one of your nights out. But every time you come home alone. You’ve probably been thinking about me just as much as I’ve been thinking about you.”

“Oh yeah? If you’re so sure, then why didn’t you just call me and ask me to hang out?” You ask hoping to break him out of his delusion.

“I couldn’t run the risk of you rejecting me because you’re too stubborn to admit your feelings for me. And it looks like I was right, since you still don’t want to admit it even though I can see it in your eyes, lovebird.” He says with a triumphant smile fully believing in his deranged thinking.

A couple of days had passed since you’d been kidnapped and a routine had been established. You were only allowed out of the handcuffs to feed yourself, use the bathroom, shower, do your hair, and only while Hawks watched you. Any other time you were allowed unchained, Hawks kept a hold on you one way or another. His favorite being holding you in his lap whenever possible.

You had hoped that he would have to go to work and you might be able to escape, but he must have taken vacation because he never seemed to have to go anywhere. At least he had kept to his word about waiting for you to ask before doing anything sexual to you. The most he would do is let his hands wander when he was kissing your neck and leaving some marks along the way. At night you would be chained up again as Hawks slept beside you and used you as his own personal body pillow, wrapping his limbs and wings around you.

On night three of your captivity you lay awake, wrists bound as usual as Hawks cuddled you close, softly snoring.

Fuck, of all times for Dabi to have to go on a mission, who knows when he’ll be back. I know he’ll come find me but who knows how long that will take either. If only this bastard would roll over and let me go. Maybe I could pick this lock and make a run for it before he woke up. You think to yourself.

At that, Hawks did just as you wanted, he turned over and let you go. You waited a few minutes to see if he’d turn back or wake up when you once again heard his soft snores. You manage to grab one of the pins you always wear in your hair and proceed to attempt to pick the lock on the handcuffs.

You struggle with it for a good twenty minutes constantly checking to see if Hawks was stirring, trying your best to hurry before he did. Just as you were about to give up, you hear a soft click and the cuff on you left wrist loosens. You almost cry with joy but stop yourself from making any noise.

Quietly and carefully you pull the cuffs from the headboard. Your right wrist was still secured in the other cuff but you were free and had no time to waste trying to unlock the other one. You slowly raise yourself from the bed and silently put on the only footwear you have, your slippers.

You cautiously make your way to the door and undo the locks, thankful that the hero hadn’t seemed to think a security system was necessary. You close the door behind you and run for the stairs, unsure of just how long you’d have before he woke up and noticed you were gone. You briefly consider banging on someone’s door and asking for help but realize that even if someone did open the door, they would just call the resident pro hero for help. They would never believe you if you told them he was your captor, so down the stairs you go as quickly as possible.

By the time you get to the bottom, you are breathing heavily and your legs feel painful and fatigued. You couldn’t take time to rest, however, it’d taken too long already to get down those stairs. You run out the door and into the cool night air that felt refreshing against your heated skin. You weren’t even sure where you were but you continued to run ducking out of view whenever possible. After all when he came to look for you, and you know he will, he would be flying with a perfect view of the area. You weren’t sure what you were going to do. You just wanted to get as far away as possible and find a place to hide before your legs gave out on you and by the way you were feeling that was going to happen sooner than you’d like.

“Oh little lovebird, where are you?” You hear Hawks call in a sing song voice.

Shit, he’d almost caught up to you already. Panic begins setting in as you run into a wooded area hoping the trees would provide you with some coverage. You make your way slowly through the woods looking out for any holes or upraised roots that could cause you to fall, all the while trying to stay as quiet as possible. You hear a twig snap a little ways off and duck behind a tree.

“Smart and beautiful, I knew I chose the right woman. Very clever of you coming in here knowing that I wouldn’t be able to just fly around and find you.” Hawks calls out as he searches.

You try to make your way through as silently as possible when you spot a nearby thicket that you can hide in. Just as you reach it, however, you fail to notice a small hole and twist your ankle in it. You bite back a curse as you crumble to your knees, pain surging in your injured ankle. Luckily you are close enough to the thicket to crawl your way inside.

Hawks chuckles to himself as he walks through the woods searching for you. Did you really think you could outrun him? The fastest man around? It was very clever of you to come in here though, the tree coverage was just dense enough to block an aerial view. Still, it was just a matter of time before he found you.

“I didn’t know you liked to play these sorts of games, lovebird. But what do you suppose is going to happen once I capture my prey?” He calls out knowing that you can hear him.

There was no way you had gotten very far.

“I’m not sure what you were thinking though. You know I have the advantage. I’m a hawk after all, a bird of prey. This sort of thing comes quite naturally to me. It is a fun little game though.”

He hears a noise to his right and makes his way towards it.

“I knew you’d come around, setting this little game up for me, though it was a bit of a shock to wake up to you missing.”

Hawks sees the thicket. Ah so you’re hiding there, he thinks as he smiles and makes his way silently over.

You find yourself holding your breath, dread growing every time Hawks says something, hearing as his voice grows louder. He’s close, you think as you try your best to keep an eye out for any sign of him from your position in the thicket. Please just leave, you silently plead.

Suddenly a face drops into your view.

”Gotcha.” Hawks says with a smug expression.

Your face falls in defeat. You tried your best but you failed and now you were done. Hawks pulls you out of the thicket and you wince in pain when you put pressure onto your injured ankle. It does not go unnoticed.

“You hurt yourself? See this is what I’ve been saying. You need to stay with me so you don’t get hurt. I did enjoy this little game though.” He says before his face grows dark. “I mean, that’s what it was, right? You weren’t trying to leave me, not after everything I’ve done for you.”

Despite wanting to cry, you hold back. You have to stay strong. You put on the best smile you can muster to appease your captor.

“Of course it was a game. I just thought you might want a little fresh air after being indoors for so long.” You tell him in a placating manner.

Hawks smiles. “That’s what I thought but although this was fun it was also dangerous and you got hurt. Next time we’ll just play monopoly.”

“Right.”

He scoops you up into his arms and walks out of the woods before taking flight heading back towards his place, the sun just beginning to rise.

“Shit the sun will be up soon.” Dabi says to himself as he runs a hand through his hair.

It had been three days since he left on yet another waste of time mission, but as hard as he tried he hadn’t been able to duck out any sooner. He was tired and wanted nothing more than to cuddle up with you. It was times like these when he realized just how much you meant to him, how lucky he was to have you even if he didn’t deserve you. You were an angel and you deserved much better than a demon like him.

He shook his head as he climbed the stairs to your apartment, no he shouldn’t think that. You didn’t like it when he said things like that. You would always tell him that you decided who was deserving of you and that he was the only one who was, that he could never be a demon and not to call himself that, and if he refused to listen, well then, he was your little demon. He smiles to himself as he takes his key out and unlocks the door.

“Hey babydo—“ he stops in his tracks at the state of disarray within the apartment.

Couch and table overturned, things knocked over and scattered all around. What the fuck happened while he had been on that mission?

“Babydoll!” He shouts out as he checks the bedroom and bathroom for you.

The fact that he hadn’t found your lifeless body somewhere was a small comfort to him. You were gone. And he had no idea what could have happened or where you could be unless… His thoughts drift off as he tries to get the hammering of his heart under control. He pulls the GPS tracker for the device you had placed on Hawks that night from his pocket. Regret hits him at the memory of what you had done for him. He never should have dragged you into his bullshit and now what if something had happened to you because of it. He would never be able to forgive himself if he lost you.

Standing there in the living room with his emotions at war within, he begins to turn on the device when he hears someone’s voice.

“Excuse me, but you’re her boyfriend, right?” An older lady questions Dabi.

He looks at her, instantly growing uneasy at the situation.

Had she heard him? Now that she sees who he is, will she go call the police or heroes? He really didn’t want to have to incinerate her, she was your neighbor after all. Let’s see what she has to say and then I’ll decide, he thinks to himself.

“Yeah I am. Who wants to know?” He says severely.

“It was the hero with the wings, Hawks. He took her. I saw him carry her out and she looked unconscious. I heard a lot of noise and I went to see what was going on. I called the police but they wouldn’t listen to me. They just kept saying: he’s a hero, why would he kidnap someone.”

“Tch, of course they did.” He responds with malice in his voice.

“I know who you are too.” The lady says.

Dabi snaps his focus back to her.

“Is that right? Then why are you helping me? Shouldn’t you be calling the heroes?” He cautiously asks, ready to dispatch her if necessary.

“I have no intention of calling anyone. I’m helping you because she’s a nice girl. She always checks up on me and she’s always talking about how wonderful her boyfriend is. I see why she never mentioned your name now.” She chuckles a bit. “She loves you very much and always worries about you. And I can see that you feel the same way.” She smiles warmly.

“You think so, huh? You sure about that?”

“Of course. I heard you shout for her. Your voice was full of concern and I saw the panic in your eyes when I first came in. If you didn’t love her then you wouldn’t have cared.” She plainly tells him.

Dabi sighs and relaxes his posture some.

“Hmph. When did this happen? He asks.

“It was three days ago. I don’t know where he took her.” She replies.

“Shit” He curses to himself.

If only he had just not gone on that stupid mission like he wanted, he would have been here and that fucking pigeon would never have gotten you, he thinks. He knew something wasn’t right and after you said you thought you were being followed, he knew for sure. The GPS had Hawks in and around the vicinity of your apartment and job. At the beginning he thought it might just have been that he was doing his ‘hero’ work there but then it was happening at the same times every day. When you told him your suspicions, he knew. There’s no such thing as coincidence. Still he didn’t say anything because he didn’t want you to worry. He didn’t think the bird would do anything, he had a heroic reputation to maintain. He should have known better. But the question was, why had he taken you? Had he found out what you did and now wanted to interrogate you or get revenge? All he knew was he had to find you and get you back as soon as possible.

He is snapped from his thoughts by your neighbor’s voice.

“You might be a villain, but to that girl, you’re her hero. Good luck. I know you’ll save her. I’m sorry I couldn’t stop him from taking her.” And with that she retreats back into the confines of her own apartment.

Dabi stands there thinking to himself. Hero, huh? That’s one word I never thought I’d be called.

He turns on the GPS device and checks to see where Hawks, and therefore you, could be. Unfortunately there was no longer a signal being registered.

Fuck, it must have broken, damn it. All hope was not lost, however, he pulls up the location history and begins scanning it. Although it lacked the pinpoint accuracy of an active signal, it still listed a general area. Too bad the location that showed up most frequently, and was likely where the winged bastard lived, had many apartment buildings located there. Dabi curses under his breath. He couldn’t just go there and sneak into every apartment building looking for you.

“I really don’t want to have to do this.” He says to himself “But there’s no way I can let him get away with this, he’ll pay for what he’s done to her.” He takes his burner phone from his pocket just as sunlight begins to filter into the room.

“There. All done.” Hawks cheerily states as he finishes wrapping your injured ankle.

Once again you find yourself shackled to the headboard, though this time you were also naked. When you had gotten back Hawks had cleaned you up, confiscated all of your remaining hair pins, and bandaged your raw bruised wrists and injured ankle.

“Don’t I take such good care of you, lovebird?” He asks with a dangerous twinkle in his golden eyes. He gingerly places your now bandaged ankle onto the bed before moving up next to you. “I know how grateful you must be.”

He leans down and begins peppering kisses along your jaw and then down onto your neck. You squirm trying to push your body down into the mattress and away from him, feeling vulnerable due to your state of undress. He continues his procession of kisses down to you cleavage and then onto one of your bare breasts as his fingers begin to slowly stroke your slit.

“Wait!” You call out, causing him to momentarily cease his actions. “I thought you said you wouldn’t do anything unless I asked?” You frantically say.

“True, I did. But it’s ok baby bird. I know that you want to thank me for all that I’ve done for you, I can see it in your eyes. I think it’s cute that you’re embarrassed to say so.” He replies with a twisted smile.

“No! Don’t!” You cry in a pleading tone. “Stop it! I don’t want this!”

“Don’t stop? See I knew that I was right and that you’d come to see things my way. And because my sweet little lovebird is so eager maybe I’ll just skip the foreplay.”

“What?! No! I don’t want any of this. Stop it Keigo!”

Unfortunately your pleas are falling on deaf ears as Hawks climbs in between your legs and spreads them wide. He removes his phone from his pocket and places in on the bed next to him before freeing his hardened cock from the confines of his pants. He takes hold of it and begins to line it up with your entrance.

“You’ll be all mine after this. Mine forever. Maybe if we’re lucky, I’ll put a little chick in you too. I’d like to be a dad and I know you’ll be a great mother.” He smiles down at you.

Your eyes widen in horror at his words and your face goes pale, a cold sweat breaks out over your body as your brain frantically tries to think of a way out of this. You thrash and pull at your restraints and then your stomach drops at the reality of the situation, a few tears escaping your eyes. This is it, no one can save me now, you think.

“You’re so excited by the thought of having my baby that you’re crying tears of joy. That’s so sweet. It’ll be wonderful, we’ll have our own little family.”

He leans down and captures your lips with his own as more tears slip down your cheeks. He rises back up and guides his cock to your hole, but before he can bury himself inside you, his phone comes to life next to him. He stops and leans back away from you. He looks at the caller ID.

“Fuck.” He looks from the phone to you and back again, a conflicted look on his face as he tries to decide whether or not to answer it.

Oh god, please let that be an important call, you think, your last chance at salvation resting with it.

“This fucking bastard has the shittiest timing.” He looks at you. “I’m sorry lovebird, I have to take this. I won’t be long so don’t go anywhere.” He tells you, chuckling at his own joke before answering the phone. “What do you want? I’m kind of busy right now.” He walks into the other room.

You let out a sigh of relief and can only hope that he won’t be able to continue with his plan. His voice grows louder as he comes back to the room.

“Fuck man. Why now? Alright fine. This better be worth it.” He enters the room as he ends the call.

A wistful sigh escapes his lips as he gazes at you naked and shackled form.

“I’m really sorry baby bird, I know you were really looking forward to me making love to you but it seems as though that will have to wait for a little bit. There’s something I have to do but I’ll be back as soon as possible.” He walks over and presses a kiss to your lips before saying seductively into your ear, “I can’t wait to bury myself deep inside you and fill your little womb up with my seed.” He smiles devilishly and throws a blanket over you before leaving the apartment.

You begin to sob after you hear the door close behind him. That was too close, you think. Whoever had been on the phone had just saved you without even knowing it.

Hawks lands in front of the small abandoned building and enters through the door. He walks a few feet in before stopping and appraising his surroundings. The space was small, dark, and musty with ceilings too low to allow him to freely fly around. The only light was streaming in through a handful of dirty windows, too small for a person to fit through, that were scattered around the space.

I don’t like this, I’m at a disadvantage, he thinks to himself, lost in his evaluation.

Maybe that’s why he didn’t notice when someone emerged from the shadows and placed himself between the hero and the only way out,

“Hawks,” a deep voice says in a serious tone.

Hawks stiffens slightly in surprise before relaxing once more. Shit he got behind me, he thinks as he turns around and faces the icy cerulean gaze of the man.

“Well this place is dark and depressing, very on brand for you Dabi.” He snidely says. “So what was so important that I had to come here right away?”

“Where is she?” Dabi asks with hostility.

Hawks furrows his brow in confusion, unsure of what he’s talking about. He surely couldn’t mean you. How would he even know you?

“Where is who? I’m not sure who it is that you’re referring to.”

“You know who I’m talking about. Now tell me, or it’s about to get a lot hotter for you, little birdie.” Dabi says with a smug smirk and a deadly look in his eyes.

Hawks stiffens and his eyes go wide at hearing the nickname you had given him on that magical night fall from Dabi’s lips.

“See? I told you. I can see it all over your face, you know exactly who I’m talking about. Now, last time, tell me where she is.” Dabi demands with a lethal glare, blue flames sparking in his hand.

“How do you know about that? How do you even know her?” Hawks questions in disbelief.

Dabi ignores his questions and asks one of his own. “Why did you take her?”

“I just bought her home where she belongs, not that it’s any of your business, she’s my lovebird. So why the fuck do you care?”

“Wow, you’re fucking delusional. It is my business. She belongs to me and no one is going to take her from me. I’m going to save her from you.” Dabi says with finality. Hang on my little firefly, I promise I’ll be there soon, he thinks to himself, his concern for you growing.

Hawks lets out a somewhat crazed laugh.

“Now who’s the delusional one? Do you think you’re some kind of hero now? Because you’re not. That’s my job. You’re a villain, you can’t save anyone.” He says mockingly.

Dabi lunges for Hawks as he lets out more crazed laughter. Before the winged man can move, Dabi punches him hard in the face, a satisfying crunch beneath his fist as blood pours from the hero’s nose. The force of the punch knocks Hawks to the ground.

“Yeah I might be a villain to society but not to her.”

He sends a stream of fire at the hero who narrowly dodges. Hawks sends out some feathers in defense as he stumbles to his feet. Dabi incinerates the feathers and sends a barrage of blue flames at Hawks who continues to dodge but ends up getting burned in a number of places as some of the flames graze him. Dabi doesn’t relent until he’s forced Hawks into a corner. He wraps his hand around the hero’s neck, pinning him to the wall.

“How much do you value your life?” Dabi asks. “Tell me where she is now or I’ll kill you. Fire is your weakness after all.”

“Ok fine.” Hawks chokes out from the strong grip around his neck.

Dabi only eases his hold enough for him to speak, never fully releasing him.

“She’s at my apartment.” He says before telling him the location of the place as well.

Dabi stares intently at him. “Never come near her again or next time I’ll kill you. I should just do it anyway.” He says before slamming the hero’s head into the wall rendering him unconscious.

He releases his grip and lets Hawks fall to the floor out cold. With one last parting glare of disgust, Dabi turns and leaves the building.

She better be ok, he thinks to himself as he heads to your location, otherwise he’s a dead bird.

You lay on the bed with your back to the door looking at the clock once again. It had already been two hours since Hawks had left and with every passing minute your dread grew. How much longer before he gets back and picks up where he left off?

Despair washes over you and you feel yourself begin to cry once more. You hear a loud bang come from the other room.

Fuck, I guess he’s back.

Dabi kicks the door to the apartment open and looks around. Not seeing you, he heads through an open door. He stops in the doorway, slightly winded from rushing over, and spots you. Your back is to the door as you lie on the bed, blanket covering you, hands shackled to the headboard, and your body trembling.

“Babydoll,” he says gently, concern lacing his voice.

You quickly turn your tearstained face in his direction.

“Dabi?” You question, uncertainty on your face.

He rushes over to you and uses his flames to release your wrists from the handcuffs, freeing your hands from their current position. You sit up causing the blanket to fall down, revealing your nude form. Dabi’s eyes grow wide at your current state.

“Are you ok?” What did he do to you? He thinks as his anger surges. “I knew I should have fucking killed him. Did he ra—“ He stops, unable to complete the question, fearful of what the answer might be.

You instantly respond. “No. He almost did but then his phone rang.” You pause for a moment. “Was that you who called?”

He nods. “I’m so sorry my little firefly. This is all my fault. I never should have asked you to help me.” He says with a pained expression.

“No, don’t do that. You aren’t responsible for his actions, it’s not your fault. There was no way you could know that this would happen. I don’t think anyone would believe he was capable of doing something like this. Besides, you saved me by calling when you did.”

You throw your arms around Dabi and bury your face in his chest. He pulls you close to him and holds you as he places a kiss on the top of your head and then rests his cheek there.

“Ok little firefly, I promise that from now on I won’t let you out of my sight.”

You raise your head and pull back a bit to look at him.

“Why do you call me that?” You ask with a tender smile. “You’ve never told me, there must be a reason.”

Dabi smiles warmly at you.

“I’ll tell you when we get home.” He says with a sly smirk.

“Promise?”

“I promise.” He tells you before removing his jacket and putting it onto your naked body. “Let’s get out of here.”

You nod and pull his jacket around you to cover yourself before standing up. You wince as pain shoots through your injured ankle. Dabi frowns at your reaction as he looks down and sees your bandaged ankle.

“What happened?” He asks.

“I twisted it during my escape attempt.”

“You tried to escape from the fastest hero there is?”

You nod. “Of course. I had to get back to you after all.”

Of course you would try, he thinks as a look of pride comes across his face and he smiles.

“That’s my baby.” He says as he carefully picks you up. “Don’t worry. I’ve got you now.”

Dabi opens the door and carries you into the apartment.

“Ugh, what a mess.” You say as you look around at the chaos, a frown coming to your mouth at the memory of how it was created.

“It just shows that you put up one hell of a fight.” He says to you as he carries you into the bedroom and gently places you down onto the bed before sitting beside you.

“So tell me. We’re home now.” You say.

“Tell you what?”

“You know what.”

“Oh. You mean why do I call you my little firefly? I don’t know babydoll, if I tell you it would blow my whole bad boy image that you love so much.” He smirks.

You pout and playfully hit him in the chest.

“You’ll always be my bad boy, no matter what. Besides you know that isn’t why I’m in love with you anyway.”

He gives you a loving smile. “Yeah I do know that.” He says as he reaches out and tucks some stray hair behind your ear.

His face becomes serious as he gazes tenderly into your eyes.

“You’re my little firefly because you’re the spot of light in my life that shines when I need it the most. Thanks to you, I know love.”

You feel yourself get a bit teary eyed at his touching words.

“Oh Dabi, I love you so much.” You say before pulling him into a loving kiss.

He wraps his arms around you and returns your kiss. You pull away after a couple of minutes as you try to catch your breath.

“Does that mean you want me to show you how much I love you, my little firefly?” Dabi asks with a mischievous grin.

“Yes.” You say without hesitation.

He looks into your eyes. “Are you sure?”

It’s a simple question but you can feel his concern for your wellbeing after what you had just endured.

He doesn’t want me to push myself, you think as your heart swells with love for your beautiful man. You give him a smile filled with love and adoration.

“I’m sure.” You say confidently before affixing your lips to his once more in a steamy kiss that he eagerly returns.

As your need for oxygen grows, Dabi removes his mouth from yours and begins brushing kisses along your jaw, the column of your neck, down one shoulder as he pushes his jacket off, across your collarbone, and down your other shoulder removing the jacket from your otherwise naked form.

He takes off his shirt and tosses it to the side before pulling you closer. He places a loving kiss to your lips before descending upon your neck where he sucks and nibbles the sensitive flesh leaving a scattering of dark marks in his wake. You let out a low hum at his ministrations and allow your fingers to trace over the taut muscles of his chest and abdomen beneath his unmarred skin. He gently lays your back onto the bed as he begins to kiss from your neck to your breasts.

“You’re so beautiful, babygirl. I want to kiss every inch of your soft skin>”

He places a few kisses to the tender flesh of your breast before swirling his tongue around your hardened peak and taking it into his mouth where he begins to suck, his hand kneading your other breast and rolling your stiff bud between his fingers. You let out a moan as Dabi tends to your breasts, his free hand tenderly caressing up and down your side. You wrap an arm around his back as your other hand finds its way into the hairs at the back of his neck. As your desire increases, you begin to squirm beneath him, mewls of pleasure escaping your lips.

After thoroughly tending to both of your soft mounds, Dabi begins to kiss down your stomach and onto one hip and then the other. His adoring gaze meets your loving one as he begins to kiss down your inner thigh.

“I should burn my name into your skin, then if anyone tries to do anything to you they’ll know exactly who they’re going to have to deal with. I’ll never let anyone take my little firefly from me again.” He smiles and kisses his way up your other thigh.

You smile down at him as he spreads your legs and looks at your pussy glistening with the effects of your arousal.

“All ready for me, I see. Good. I could use a drink.” He smirks and places a kiss on your lower lips before spreading them open. “I’m going to treat you the way you deserve to be treated, like the angel you are.” He tells you with a loving smile. He licks a stripe up your folds to your clit. “Mmm, you taste so good.”

You let out a gasp at the feel of his tongue as a spike of pleasure goes up your spine, you moan louder than before.

With one hand on your thigh and the other on top of your lower abdomen to hold you in place, Dabi swirls his tongue around your sensitive bundle of nerves. He flicks his tongue against it a few times before dipping his tongue into your drooling hole. Like a cat lapping at water, he drinks your arousal sending you ever higher into ecstasy.

“Ohh fuck, that feels amazing. Ahh Daaabi, mmm.” You breathily moan.

“Oh babygirl, I love the way you sing my name. It the sweetest song I’ve ever heard.” He says, sending vibrations to your core, intensifying your rapture, sending you ever closer to your peak.

You let out another loud moan and weave a hand into his raven tresses, the other gripping the sheets as your body writhes from his treatment of your sex. He replaces his tongue with one and then two fingers, the other hand keeping you firmly in place. He slowly pumps his digits in and out of you, hooking them so he can caress that spongy spot inside you.

He locks eyes with you and smiles watching all the delightful expressions that cross your face as he continues to pump his fingers.

“Ah Dabi, fuck. Daaabi, uhh.”

“That’s right, keep singing my song babydoll. Don’t hold back. I want the whole fucking building to hear who it is you belong to.”

He smirks and then latches his mouth onto your slit and sucks hard, his fingers never ceasing their motions. You shriek in response to the forceful suction and fist the sheets, feeling your orgasm quickly approaching. At the first clench of your walls around his fingers, he moves his mouth down to your opening.

“That’s it babygirl, cum for me, flood my mouth.”

The added vibrations of his words send you crashing over the edge. Dabi’s name along with some incoherent words fall from your lips as you ride your high, your juices pouring into his mouth and coating his chin. He swallows all you have to offer and wipes his face with the back of his hand. He rises onto his knees and smiles down at you.

“Mmm, you’re fucking sweeter than any nectar, babydoll.”

He pecks your lips as you catch your breath before removing his pants and freeing his erection. Reclaiming his place between your legs, he grabs ahold of his impressive cock and slaps it against your tingling pussy a few times eliciting a groan of pleasure and anticipation from you.

“Are you ready for this cock?” He asks as he rubs the head up and down your still dripping slit.

You bite your bottom lip and look from his face to his cock and back again and nod.

“Always love. Fill me up with that glorious cock of yours.” You give him a playful smirk.

He responds with a light chuckle and a smirk of his own to your words and begins easing himself into your depths. A blissful groan escapes his lips at the feel of your walls clamping down onto his cock and sucking him in.

“Fuck, you’re so tight. So perfect for me, my babygirl.”

A loud moan is ripped from your mouth at the feeling of him simultaneously stretching and filling you up. He lifts your legs around his waist and you hook them together at the ankles, too lost in a world of pleasure and love where only the two of you exist, to acknowledge the painful protest of your injured ankle. You pull him in closer to you and he bottoms out deep inside you.

He stills and leans down. Capturing your lips in a passionate kiss, he begins thrusting inside of you. You swallow each other’s pleasurable sounds as you continue to kiss deeply, tongues engaging in a sensual dance as Dabi thrusts deeply into you at a steady rhythm,

He detaches his mouth from yours, leaving you breathless as he begins to kiss and suck on your neck, marking up any skin he missed earlier before descending to the juncture where your neck and shoulder meet. He bites down hard and you feel a warm drop start to roll down before it’s licked up by Dabi. Your pussy clenches around his cock at the sharp sting of the bite.

“Oh fuck babydoll, if you keep clamping down on me like that I’m not going to last much longer.”

He rises back onto his knees, moves your legs onto his shoulders, and begins slamming into you. This new angle allowing him to hit your sweet spot with every thrust, his cock going impossibly deeper, the tip of it kissing your cervix each time. Dabi starts moving faster, pounding you into the soft mattress and causing you to shout out.

“Fuck Dabi! I’m gonna c—“ You are unable to complete your thought, as a guttural moan rips from your throat.

“Do it babygirl, cum all over my cock. Milk me dry.” A rumbling growl rises up and spills from his lips.

You pull him down to you, your knees pressing up against your chest, and capture his mouth in another deep kiss. He continues pistoning his hips and driving into you as he returns your kiss. A few strokes later and you fall over the edge once more, his name a litany flowing from your lips. Dabi gives a few more erratic thrusts before reaching his own climax, rope after rope of his hot cum filling your womb.

“Fucckk!” He shouts as you milk his cock for every last drop.

He collapses on top of you as your legs fall onto the bed, his softening length still buried inside of you. Wrapping your arms around him, you hold him close as you both catch your breath.

After catching his breath for a bit, Dabi props himself up on his elbows and pushes the hair stuck to your forehead out of your face. He gazes into your eyes and what he sees there is a look that no one before you had ever given to him. It’s a look full of admiration, adoration, and unconditional love and with your hair fanned out around your head like a halo, you look exactly like the angel he knows you are, his angel. He feels warmer inside than usual and starts brushing his fingers through your hair as the emotion bubbles up within him.

“Marry me.”

Your eyes widen in surprise.

“You really want to marry me? But you’ve never even mentioned it before.”

“That’s because I never considered it before. I didn’t think I deserved that kind of love. But then an angel came to me and I’d be an idiot to refuse heaven.”

Tears prick at your eyes and you pull him down into a sweet kiss.

“Of course I’ll marry you then, I love you.”

Dabi feels the happiness radiate through him, something he only ever feels with you, and gives you a devastatingly beautiful smile.

You smile back at him before saying, “I’m not sure what’s gotten into you with all these sweet words today but I do love it.”

“I could have lost you and I would never have been able to forgive myself if I did. So I just really need you to know how much you mean to me since I know I don’t say it very often.”

He removes his cock from inside you and rolls onto his back, pulling you onto his chest. You let out a little groan of protest at the loss and he gives a little chuckle at your response.

“Just don’t tell anyone about it, I have a reputation to maintain.” He says with a smirk,

“Don’t worry, I want to keep that part of you all to myself, no one else gets to know about it.” You reply with a slight chuckle at his words.

“Well it’s all yours then, along with the rest of me.” He kisses your forehead and pulls you closer as he absentmindedly drags his fingers up and down your arm. “We’re going to have to disappear, at least for a while. You know that, right?” He looks at you regretfully.

“That’s ok. As long as I’m with you I’m home. It doesn’t matter where we end up.”

He smiles and kisses the tip of your nose.

“Alright we’ll leave at first light tomorrow then. Now try to get some sleep. I’m right here so nothing will happen to you.”

You nuzzle into the crook of his neck.

Still smiling, he kisses your head. How he had gotten lucky enough to find you, he wasn’t sure, but he was grateful that he had and he would make sure to keep you safe and happy.

“I know it won’t. I’m safe in your arms.”

“Always, my little firefly. Always.”

Hawks returned home to his empty apartment after waking up on the warehouse floor. He gingerly rubbed the painful knot on the back of his head. He couldn’t believe that burnt bastard had knocked him out.

I guess I shouldn’t complain too much though, it could have been a lot worse, I could be dead, he thought to himself as he made his way into the bathroom.

Taking out his first aid supplies, he began tending to the burns he had sustained in the fight as he glanced into the mirror. His nose was swollen and had dried blood around it but at least it hadn’t been broken like he first thought. He winced from the sting of the antiseptic as he thought back to the warning Dabi had given him before his world went dark.

How dare he tell him to stay away from you? You were his and he knew that you knew it too. Why did you have to be so damn stubborn? No matter, he thought, I’ll just have to get her back.

“I’m just going to need to heal up a bit and a much better plan. After all this did just get a whole lot more dangerous for me.” He pauses. “But it’ll all be worth it once I get my baby bird back here where she belongs. I’ll do whatever it takes.” He says to himself as a disturbing grin stretches across his face.

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