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jeehye · 3 years

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Fragments (Shigaraki x Reader)

shigaraki x f!reader

warnings: mentions of alcohol, blood, gore, anxiety, death, trauma, OOC shigaraki

genre: angst

word count: 1.2k

song choice: ventus’ theme - lizz robinette

a/n: hello i am jeehye! i hope you enjoy ;w; please read the song quotes as like quotes / “fragments” from y/n ( you of course :3c)! this goes into intervals of flashbacks, so I hope it isn’t too confusing! i tried my best to separate everything.

“Don’t be afraid, I won’t let shadows touch your dreams”

What was this nightmare his mind trapped himself in?

Heavy downpours of rain came crashing down against the three panel, cracked window, some of the raindrops getting through the fractures and causing water damage. Thunder followed suit, roaring through the sky, and shaking the beaten down building.

The weather was almost befitting of how he felt inside after she left him.

No.

After she abandoned him.

And even though she was gone now, he was still haunted by her.

“When you awaken I will be by your side”

He could hear fragments of her voice serenade his subconscious mind. Occasionally, these fragments seemed so real that he thought he heard her in the room with him. Sometimes he even swore he felt the ghost of her hand brushing the hair away from his eye, causing him to scratch at his neck raw in a fit of anxiety.

Her very existence, or what was the remainders of her existence, plagued him every day.

He tried drinking to get these fragments out of his mind, but when he became subdued by the alcohol it just made these feelings, these memories, more intense—more unbearable.

And he hated it, he loathed how much of an affect a person had on him. It made him want to decay his mind—anything to get her out of his head.

Memories of her always got carried a long with a soft breeze, the scent of her followed with it.

“we’ll look up skyward and the stars, they will shine in your eyes”

The couple sat a foot apart from each other, both staring off into the cosmos above them. There was a slight breeze that carried her sickly-sweet scent and all he wanted to do was envelope himself in it.

They sat in silence for a couple of minutes before she broke it.

“I wish we could leave this all behind one day,” she said, hugging her legs tightly as her head rested on top of her knees.

He turned his gaze towards at her, the sight of her nearly taking the breath out of his lungs. She looked like an ethereal goddess—her silky, h/c hair falling perfectly around her face and the moonlight shining in her gorgeous e/c eyes.

The white-haired man hummed in response, too captivated by her beauty to give an actual verbal answer.

“You know…I am not afraid of dying”, She smiled sadly, tucking a piece of hair behind her ear, “Sometimes I feel like this is the destined, sick fate we villains have”.

The glimmer of silver caught his eye, and he moved his attention to the thin band that adorned her dainty ring finger, which symbolized the promise they had made together.

“Do not talk about stupid things,” he frowned, not fond of this conversation they were having. “You made a promise you were not going to leave me”.

He started feeling the sensation of something crawling on his skin, and as he lifted a hand to scratch the itch away, she slinked her arms around him.

“I will never leave you Tomu”, he could feel her soft lips being pressed on the back of his head and part into a smile, “I will always be here, even if I become a fragment of your memory”.

‘Never’, he thought to himself.

His hands balled into a fist, his knuckles turning ivory from the grip he held them in. He should have never believed her empty promises and kind smile. He was a fool for ever believing a word that graced her lips.

“You no longer have to face the evil in the dark”

Shigaraki let out a blood-curdling scream and punched the mirror in her—his room just to feel something other than the pain from his heart.

He could feel the blood dripping from his hand, but other than that it felt numb.

He slumped to the ground, his bloodied hand scratching ferociously at his neck, smearing the red ichor around.

“You fought so bravely, my dear”

“Boss! Y/N…she isn’t going to make it!”, the raven-haired fire-wielder shouted, holding her near lifeless corpse in his arms as he rushed towards Shigaraki.

The moment he took one look at her he could feel his whole world shatter and break a part right in that instance. He took her from Dabi’s arms, carefully making sure he left a finger from each hand off her.

Shigaraki slunk to the ground, coddling her.

She was so pale, as if all the color was flushed out of her.

“I told you to stay out of this fight”, He cried, applying pressure on her stomach wound with eight of his fingers. He could hear his heart booming from his chest, he knew she was not going to make it.

She looked up at him hovering over her, blood pooling in her mouth and dribbling down her chin. “If I didn’t do anything it would have been you instead”, she grasped his cheek and rubbed her thumb against his tear-stained face.

He left out an exasperated cry and started hyperventilating, his shoulders convulsing from his breakdown, as he continued to apply pressure onto her wounds. “You can’t leave me Y/N, you promised!” He screamed out.

Y/N gave him a sad smile, “Protecting you Tomu is more important, and I promised I would protect you no matter the fate I may face”. She pushed his hands away from her stomach, “You have to go, the heroes will catch up to you if you do not leave now, Dabi please…”, she motioned Dabi to get Shigaraki off her.

Dabi reluctantly grabbed Shigaraki’s shoulder, which he aggressively shrugged off. “I can’t leave you like this; we need to get you patched up; you need the doctor!” He sobbed, trying to lift her body but fumbling from the shock and exhaustion his body was going through.

She looked at him, her eyelids getting heavier every second she was awake, “Go”, she pushed his shoulder to encourage him to leave, using the last of her strength, and breathed out her last words.

“I love you Tomu”.

Shigaraki looked at his hands, pieces of the mirror sticking out from his knuckles. His hands were almost as bloodied as they were when he held her for the last time.

He bit his lower lip to fight back the tears, he could feel himself calming down from his outburst, and the anger was now replaced with shame.

Shame that he wasn’t there to save her.

Shame that he blamed her for leaving him.

He felt the band around his neck burn against his bare chest. He grabbed what was attached to the necklace with four of his fingers and stared at it.

It was the ring that once graced her finger. The ring they made a promise with.

Shigaraki looked at it pitifully, tears flooding down his face. He missed her. He missed everything about her, and all he had left were the memories and this ring.

He laid on the cold, damp floor and cried. However, just as he did so, he felt a hand rub his back and a cool chill surround the room along with her scent. Normally he would have grimaced at the fragment of her, however in his current state it was so comforting that it lulled him to sleep.

“Just rest your mind and leave your pain behind”

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after-witch · 4 years

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(Horrorfest) Be Good to Him (The Boy Au!Shigaraki x Reader)

Title: Be Good to Him (The Boy AU!Shigaraki x Reader)

Synopsis: The Boy!AU. You’ve come to accept that the live-in ward you were hired to nanny is a doll--no, more than a doll: a ghost, the ghost of a poor boy who died in a tragic accident. But escalating possessive behavior from your spectral responsibility has you rethinking your plans to stay. And Tomura doesn’t seem to like that very much.

Inspired by a quote from The Boy (2016): “You wouldn't hurt me, would you Brahms?”

Word Count: 2796

notes: inherent yandere, creeper Shigaraki

The sound of slamming cupboards and pounding footsteps jerks you out of a grey, dim sleep. Your brain, still foggy and restless, takes a few moments to get adjusted to being thrust out of rest.

You've been losing so much sleep lately, trying to keep up the large house and take care of Tomura and follow the rules, all while dealing with a new, bizarre reality: ghosts are real, very real, and you've been assigned to care for one.

This sudden awakening is just one of many, lately. Tomura normally kept quiet at night, when you put him to bed just right, following the rules: pajamas, bedtime story, tuck-in, kiss goodnight.

If you missed a step, he got cranky, but could you blame him? The tormented ghost a little boy, forever doomed to wander the halls of his home, trapped in the body of a lifelike doll. It was your burden to bear, it seemed. But lately the burden has been taking a mental and physical toll, grinding you down, down, down to the bone.

It makes you think of your friend. The only one you have left, long-distance, since all your new local friends got tired of you refusing to go out with them months ago. You weren't supposed to leave, except for special errands, or else Tomura would feel neglected. You didn't want him to feel neglected. Texting, at least, didn't seem to bother him.

You reach for your phone, grasping blindly on the bedside table. It's not there. The table, where you always set it before you go to bed, is completely empty.

Fuck, you think. Was it Tomura? It wouldn't be the first of your things he's taken, sometimes as a game, sometimes to show you that he wasn't happy you were slacking off. Ghosts, you realize, can be very particular.

You toss your legs over the side of the bed, bringing you fully out of the hazy remnants of sleep and back to reality. You have to find your phone. The thought of being without it makes you feel helpless and even more alone. You grab your robe and pull it over your thin white night-gown, then slide your fuzzy slippers over your feet to keep them warm on the cold wood.

The house is dark, barely lit here and there by electric candles jutting out of the walls; they were probably replacements for real antique ones that were there when the house was first built, you once mused. They're fine enough to keep you from tripping in the hallway, but you'll never find your phone like this, in the near-dark. You decide to head to the kitchen and call your phone from the landline.

As you enter the kitchen, however, you spy something new sitting on the counter: a slip of paper. You approach the note with trepidation, a quiet anxiety which only increases when you see what's on the page. It's a printed list of the rules, the rules you were given when you first came here, the rules you now followed as closely as possible. On the bottom of the page, however, scrawled in ink: "No phone unless Tomura gives you permission."

The sight of the words, hastily written, makes your blood freeze. Tomura had never... that is, you had never seen him write anything. You had experienced unusual, then-unexplained occurrence. Your clothes went missing, only to reappear somewhere else. Gifts were sometimes left at your door. Tomura's clothes or shoes would appear on the end of his bed, as if he picked out his own outfit that day. And footsteps--you sometimes hear footsteps, unexplained until you'd realized the truth about Tomura and his spirit residing in the house, in the doll.

But this sudden development makes your stomach twist, and you feel the first prickings of tears in your eyes. It's getting to be... too much. Too much to handle. Taking away your phone? Wanting you to get permission? You sigh deeply, rubbing your eyes, and think on what to do. You can't call the police--they will think you're crazy. You don't know your friend's phone number without using your phone--a fact which inwardly makes you cringe as your mother's voice tut-tuts in your memory: "One day you'll lose your phone and you won't be able to call anyone!"

You don't know exactly what to do, but you do know one thing: you don't want to stay in this house without your phone all night. You feel more uneasy than you have in the months since you discovered the truth behind the doll. You weren't exactly scared of Tomura, most of the time. But the lack of sleep and the constant demands and eggshells you walk on to follow the rules--and now this, on top of it all--has you overwhelmed.

You'll go into town, you decide. Just for the night. You'll book a hotel, find somewhere with a computer in the morning, then message her on Facebook and... maybe. Maybe accept her offer. Or talk to her about it. Ask her advice.

For this, you'll need your purse. Your keys. Your regular shoes. You head back the way you came, ignoring the slight rattling of the photos hanging on the walls. Could be the wind--could be Tomura. Either way, you didn't want to deal with it tonight. You reach your room and flick on the light, squinting in slight pain as your eyes adjust. You grab your purse and stuff the keys on the desk inside them. You head to the dresser and start throwing out a few things, socks, underwear, that you'll need for a day (maybe two, you think, two nights sleep doesn't sound bad) away.

All the while, a nagging feeling of guilt begins to build up inside you. You were just going to leave Tomura, leave this poor ghost, all alone? Just because you're... what? Annoyed at not having your phone? No, you correct yourself. You're leaving because it's not acceptable for anyone--ghost or not--to deprive you of your phone, but you're too tired and stressed to have a serious conversation with Tomura right now. With a good night's sleep, you can come back (maybe) and deal with it then.

You're fishing around your closet when you hear it. Stomping feet. You glance up to see a framed photo of flowers on your wall rattling like crazy until it falls down, sharp glass crashing when it hits the floor. You jump and take a few steps back.

"T-Tomura! Stop it right now!" You say, clearing your throat to give it an inch of nanny-esqe authority.

But he doesn't stop. The noise doesn't stop. The rattling only gets worse, as anything pinned or hung on your walls begins to fall down, one after the other, as if Tomura is going around the room in a circle. There's a dreadful, loud, angry pounding on the walls that begins to mimic your growing heart-rate. He's never done anything like this before.

"Stop it!" you yell, practically shrieking. "I've followed the rules! I've followed all the rules! Just stop it!"

The sound of a voice cuts you to the core.

"I know. You've done so well. I like you more than the others."

It’s a childish voice, high-pitched and thin.

You drop the bag you're holding and feel your knees turn to jelly. You're not crazy. You're hearing a voice. This is not items missing or stolen phones or shadows out of the corner of your eye. This is a tangible voice, one you think you could record if your phone hadn't been taken.

You swallow, thick and bitter. "Who's there?"

The voice giggles. There's an unnatural raspiness to the sound that makes you shiver.

"Who do you think, silly (Y/N)?"

You know who it is. But you whisper, anyway: "Tomura?"

You hear footsteps. You hear footsteps coming from behind the walls. You follow the sound of them until they reach the large vent on the wall facing away from your bed. Your heart hammers in your chest as you hear rattling--hear the vent rattling--until the golden grate is suddenly pushed out of the space. The clattering sound as it hits the floor makes you want to jump, but instead you're frozen to the spot, unable to look away.

A hand reaches out from the darkness behind the vent, curling around the wall and giving leverage to the figure that emerges from the dark. You try to make a sound, try to scream, but only a faint breathy gasp escapes your lips.

You watch as the figure goes from crawling to standing. It's Tomura--but it's not Tomura. It's not the doll you've been carrying around, tucking in at night, a doll you've been kissing and reading stories to at bedtime. It's a fully grown man, who seems to tower above you even at a distance. There's a mask over his face, a simple doll's mask, which you think must have once been white but is now streaked with dirt. He simply stares at you through the mask, breathing heavily.

Your body moves backward involuntarily, wanting to get away from the icy terror in your skin, and you bump into the wall. You can feel the picture that fell down earlier at your ankles. A piece of glass from the shattered frame crunches under your slipper.

The movement catches his notice, and he stalks towards you until he's practically pressed up against you. You look up at him and try to think of something, anything to say, anything that might make sense of the bizarre, horrific situation you've found yourself in. You take in his face, or rather, the mask that fills most of it. Limp, dirty hair clings to the sides of his face, clings to the mask; there's a sheen of sweat and a stale smell that permeates the air. Old clothes, stale air, and a clear lack of proper bathing.

He leans in, and you can now make out his eyes, red and intense, behind the holes of the mask.

"You can't leave," he says. His voice is awkward and muffled by the mask. It lies somewhere in between the strange childish voice you'd heard earlier--you realize with a shudder that he'd been putting on the voice of the little boy you'd assumed him to be, sweet and cheeky--and the voice of the adult man standing before you. Raspy and clearly underused.

You realize he's waiting for an answer and take a few shuddering breaths, trying to ignore the stale air that you suck in with each breath. "I wasn't... I was just... I needed to go get--"

"Liar."

Your eyes are suddenly blinking away a bright light, and you see that he'd pulled a phone out--your phone. The screen is showing the last text message conversation with your friend, the offer you'd been mulling over since you received it the day before. They offered to pay for a plane ticket home, offered you a place to stay until you got back on your feet. "Maybe," you'd texted back. "Idk. This is all getting to be too much. I don't know if I can stay."

He tosses the phone on the floor. You consider reaching down to grab it, maybe you'll be fast enough--but his arm suddenly juts out, slamming against the wall next to you. You scream without thinking.

"Mine. You're mine," he rasps. "The letter says so."

You shake your head, aware that you're now crying. "I can’t--I can't stay here."

He presses a dirty finger to your lips, shushing you. You can taste grime and salt. You’re afraid to talk, lest he stick it inside.

"You don't get to leave. It's in the rules. It's in the rules." His voice has taken on a childish, whining tone again.

The situation leaves no room for argument as you realize, helplessly, how can you hope to argue with a man who’s currently got you trapped in a bedroom, in a big house, so far from town that you have to drive?

So you nod, slowly. If you can placate him long enough… you can grab your purse, or just the keys, even, and get the hell out of there.

He slowly removes his fingers, and your mind whirls as you think of a plan to distract him. “Tomura, it’s… it’s way too late, isn’t it?” You stare up at him, offering a shaky smile. “You need to get back to sleep, young man. It’s past your bedtime.”

He looks down at you. You can hear his breath hitch.

“Did you hear me?” you say, taking on a haughty tone you used to use playfully, back when you thought he was just a wayward, lost ghost--and not a fully grown man who clearly had been living in the walls. You push down the revulsion that comes with realizing that he’s been watching you all this time. “I’m in charge, and--”

His hand is on your cheek, suddenly, and you flinch before you can help yourself. He strokes your cheek, petting you like a precious thing.

“Can I tuck you into bed tonight, (Y/N?)” He’s back to using the childish tone, sweet and syrupy. You stare at him, stuttering out something before he continues. “Please? Then I’ll go back to bed. I promise.”

You swallow and take a deep, sighing breath. Then you nod, smiling and hoping it’s not too much like a grimace. “All--all right. Just this once, because it’s a special night, right? I got to see you for the first time.”

He nods quickly, an affected gesture of giddiness. He giggles.

You just have to get through this. Let him tuck you into bed. Then wait until he’s… retreated, grab your things, and tip-toe to the front door. It’s doable, you think. It has to be.

“Let me just put these on the desk,” you say, grabbing up your purse and clothes in a deliberately casual gesture, dumping them on the desk like you’re not giving them a second thought. He doesn’t seem to notice or care, which gives you some slight relief.

You keep your eyes on him and you sit back down on the bed and slowly pull your legs up, stretching them out and giving your best careless smile, considering the circumstances. “Well? Tuck me into bed, then it’s off to bed with you, okay?”

Tomura takes a few tentative steps forward. You almost jerk your legs away when he reaches for them, but the knowledge that you need to keep him placated until you can get out of here keeps your legs still. He gently lifts up one foot, almost studying it, before slowly pulling off the slipper.

“Mustn’t wear these to bed,” he says, trailing a dirty finger up your soft naked sole. You do flinch, then, letting out a shaky breath.

“Don’t,” you say, “I’m ticklish.”

He giggles. “I know.” But he takes off the other slipper without further fanfare, to your relief. Next, he lifts up the crumpled comforter, and you let your legs slide underneath as he pulls it up closer to your chest.

Your heart is hammering as he leans in close to you. The goodnight kiss. His closeness is unwelcome, not only for the fear but for the increased awareness of the stale, unpleasant smell; sweat and body and what is probably years of living in grime.

His fingers ghost against your thin satin nightgown, toying with the straps and gently tickling your shoulders.

His eyes are wide open as he leans closer. The mask presses against your lips and your fear reaches its peak in that moment. What if he doesn’t stop here?

But in the next moment, he’s back to standing. He softly tucks a piece of your hair behind your ear.

“Good night. Sleep tight.”

You smile primly. “Don’t let the bed bugs bite?” He nods and you shoo him away--playfully, you hope. “Okay, okay! Now off to bed! A… a growing boy like you needs his sleep.”

You turn slightly over on your side, as if preparing to fall asleep yourself, and close your eyes. You listen as his steps walk away from your bed, thinking wildly: please-let-this-work, please-let-this-work, it’s-working-it’s-working-it’s--

Your stomach drops when you hear him jangling the keys--your keys--in his hands.

“Good night, (Y/N). I’ll see you in the morning.”

The locks to your bedroom are as loud as the hammering of your heart.

#the boy #tomura shigaraki #horror writing #yandere shigaraki #yandere tomura shigaraki #afterwitch writes #horrofest

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saintshigaraki · 2 years

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Hey Vic, I’m trying to look at your tags to see what all your poetry corresponds with but the link in your pinned takes me to your masterlist 😅 Could you direct me to your tags post, please?

RIP i just fixed that thank u for informing me anon dfhid. i actually do not have a list of my poetry tags there though, although that is a really great suggestion and something I'll probably put together this weekend!!

but for now ill give u a short list of my poetry tags and what they correspond with!!

mother martyr masochist and its own breed of horror are my motherhood tags

a walking wound is my dabi tag

a messiahs burden is shigarakis tags...sort of. sometimes some early christian saint stuff gets thrown there too

i picked these flowers off my grave is my resentful housewife tag

the anatomy of a martyr is where my martyr and martyr adjacent posts go. some medical stuff too

lord i worry that love is violence is my tag for the crossover that sometimes exists between love & violence

a house or an open wound is a tag for my ghost!shouto wip, but also other childhood memories related poetry

the taste of divnity; a rot is my horror & divinity tag

andromeda chained to the rocks is a tag for a dabi wip of the same name, but also my love & grief tag

and finally...my old man i will eat your heart tag is where my women who kill stuff goes

#hello im so flattered u went looking though I'm <33 #ask

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plush-rabbit · 3 years

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I Want To Hear You Say It

Chapter 4: Missed Comfort

Word Count: 3.8K

A/N: I just realized that this is my story and I can choose what happens

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Memories are fragmented, pieces of glass that has broken and shards that escape him and hide elsewhere, leaving his past broken, blurry and incomplete, painful to pick at and there has to be a reason why, there has to be a reason why whenever he thinks about who he was before he was found by All For One, that he scratches at his skin, tearing the flesh off from body, dirty blood that covers his hands and leaves him gasping for air, making him fear that he’ll suffocate before the memory grows clear. He can remember kind words, he can remember breakfast and playing, he can remember something soft under his chin, he can remember love for a moment, a moment that leaves him sick and broken, clasping his hands around his neck and hoping that he’ll die. He can remember the harsh stare, eyes that belong to a monster, eyes that are unforgiving with a hand that is merciless, the harsh feeling of the ground and the eyes that can only look away until he’s forced to face the monster in front of him, the monster that strikes over and over again and it fills him with hatred, it fills him clarity, the one moment where he can breathe and he stares into his reflection, covered in his own blood with red rimmed eyes, and he’s home.

Tomura Shigaraki stands in a room with few possessions, his body cold as he lays above the worn out bed, springs that dig into his back and a pillow that is far too flat to bring any sort of comfort.

He grew up in the care of All For One, molded and cared for, the embrace clear in his head and there are flashes of memories that are clear, ripe for the picking and allowing him to view who he is now. But he brushes past them. He brushes past the dust on the floor and the tantrums, past the cold wooden floorboards under his feet, the weight of the hands on him are lighter and heavier all at once, lifting him into the air with the promise of love. The hands pinch around his body and threaten to drag him into the depths of hell, moaning out to him, his name broken and unsure, calling him something too different and too similar that leaves him retching and covering his mouth with his hand.

Tomura Shigaraki can remember Kurogiri. He can remember the wisp of a man, purple and black mixing, shades light in certain areas, mixing and swirling with the darker colors, creating a beautiful shade that disappears and is never shown, a shade that was never meant to be seen hides deep within the man. He can remember the apprehension, the choked up feeling, like something small was lodged in the base of his throat, uncomfortable and manageable. He can remember the soft words, the hands that touched him, defying physics and the vapor having actual feeling to it, actual touch that moves the hair across his face. He can remember the shared meals, proper and simple, the hatred in his eyes that soon turned into acceptance and silent compliance with every meal.

People come into his life and they leave. So far, the League of Villains has remained whole. Kurogiri separated but for the good of the mission. For the good of the plan. For the good of him- Tomura Shigaraki. People separate and they come together.

He doesn’t want to admit it, but he’s developed a kinship with the team. He’s developed genuine emotions towards them. He doesn’t want to call them friends. It feels odd- heavy and foregin, the word unspoken of, even when he was just a child, he never spoke the word, flinching when he thought of it because he knew that he was alone. All For One was his sensei, his master, a father-like figure to him but never a friend. Kurogiri was … something. Kurogiri was something else, heavy and comforting, wanted and pushed away. The team right now, they are his comrades. They are the people that he cares about- their wishes and likes, their desires and wants- that’s what he cares for. He’ll spit at the idea of caring, deny it with a wave of his hand, but he cares.

He’s lived a lonely life. And in the blink of an eye, it became filled with people. And he was accepting of that, he can handle people following his bidding, he can handle people if they’re there to serve his cause. But then you come along.

You aren’t there to serve anything. You are nothing to him. And yet, you still fill his mind. He lets it wander and you come into view, the way you brushed his hair and dried it for him, offering to pick something that he’d like to eat. You called him a friend. You were lying. You told a lie to save your skin from a prying neighbor. It’s easy for him to believe that you told a lie. You did. You lied only to protect yourself. But then he can feel your hands again and the touch has faded, it’s nothing more than a ghost that caresses his skin when he’s falling asleep, his own hands crawling to hold the place where you held and his sleep ruined when his hands are not like yours. They don’t hold the same delicacy, the gentleness that made him feel at ease- they aren’t your hands. Your touch is fading and he hates it. He hates that he misses the way you cared for him, the way you let him into your home and cared for him. He is a wounded man, alone in a world with only a few companions, and it’s been so long since he’s felt a touch that wasn’t filled with malice, that wasn’t a rough, teasing punch or a reassuring squeeze of a shoulder, but one where it was focused on him and being gentle, treating him like he were glass.

He doesn’t want to admit it to himself but he wants to see you. He needs to feel your touch again. He needs a moment where your hands are on him and then he can be satisfied, he can be fine without your touch that haunts him.

Learning your schedule is relatively easy. People don’t want to admit that they’re predictable, they want to remain a mystery, they want to be hidden from view and open up when they feel like it and you are no different. You stick to yourself. You don’t talk to people in your apartment complex- minus a few people who stop to chat, a forced smile that takes place on your face. Even at work, you give polite smiles, you eat alone in your car, watching a video on your phone and always peering outside the window, like you’re scared that someone is watching your every movement. You’re polite and you stick to a routine, you treat yourself to the bakery and leave with a white bag curled in your hand and you pass by the alleyway where you first met. And there’s a leap in his heart when you pause, and he can see your hand tighten around the paper bag and then you move on. You continue to walk, faster, a pace that catches the eyes of a few pedestrians and before you can reach the stairs, your keys are in your hands, and you’re inside your home and you’re out of view.

It has to be a sickness that he has. He has to be sick with the way that he always finds himself wandering into the alleyway, crouched where you found him and he hates that he can’t remember your scent, hates that he was too disorientated to focus on the important details that you had. He hates that he only realized that he wanted- that he craved and desired your touch when you were gone. He doesn’t bother lying to himself, he’s not in the area to clean any loose ends, the blood that had fallen from him has long since dried, fallen into the crevices of the ground, weeds that have bloomed and raised where he had squashed them. He’s here filled with hope, hope that diminishes whenever you don’t arrive at the same time that you once did. And he hates himself when he feels disappointment, the feeling coursing through his body and leaving him empty, leaving him with acid in his mouth and blood on his neck.

It was fate then. You worked a late shift and you came to him. You had saved him because he was meant to continue on. You pushed him to live another day. He wonders if you know who he is. How would you react? Would you accept his views? Do you believe that society is damned? That everything within hero society is corrupted and needs to be changed? Would you accept him?

He laughs to himself. It’s a short burst of laughter, bubbling past his lips and it’s short until he presses himself further into the brick. Of course, you’d accept him. Of course you would accept him. You did it once. You let a stranger into your home, welcomed him and brushed his hair, held him in your hands and let him live in your life for a moment- you’d accept him with open arms.

It was a miscalculated risk. Heroes that were unaccounted for due to how close they were. He’s injured, face trickling with blood that mixes with his sweat and he’s unsure of where the wound is. His clothes are singed at the end, fabric crumbling and fingers painted in soot as he runs through the night, gasping for air. It’s cold and sharp, entering his lungs and chilling his throat, every breath painful and heavier, as he runs. Red ruins his vision and he swipes it away with the back of his hand, blood flickering onto the pavement, seeping into the cracks and leaving nothing but dark spots. He runs and he runs. His legs hurt, aching at the joints, muscles pulled taut, and he knows that if he stumbles, he’ll collapse. Father is held tight against his face, piercing at his skull, hands pulled taut around him, pulling him back and the hands on his neck choke him.

He knows where he’s going. He’ll deny it to himself, lie and say that it was his own moving on it’s own accord, leading him past the convenience store, hands ripped from his body and shoved into pockets, bulging and pale gray fingertips that peek beneath the pockets, stiff fingers intertwined with each other and he’s lying to himself, telling weak lies that even he can’t believe. He runs towards you, running and gasping, a burst of adrenaline spiking through his body and sirens are ringing through the air, colors flashing and you’re so close. He runs, sweat mixing with blood, a heavy red color that reminds him he is only human, he’s covered in his blood, he’s covered in people’s blood and ash, weighing him down and clinging to his ankles, dragging him to hell as the devils rush behind him. His steps are heavy, slapping against the stairs and he’s knocking at your door, pounding and there’s a moment of fear where he thinks someone else will awaken before you do and he’s begging, calling your name in a whisper that cracks and cuts through his alreadys scarred lips and he’s begging for you to open the door, a silent prayer that is echoed into the night and there’s nothing more than he wants to do than to touch you. He’s close to touching the doorknob, desperate to find safety inside until the light turns on underneath he’s cursing you in his mind for being so careless, for letting the person outside- letting him know that you are home- and he steps away and the door opens and you stand him front of him with heavy eyes, a disheveled appearance with an annoyed expression that only lasts for a second, a moment where he has you entire attention and then you break and you call his name and he stumbles inside and he’s safe.

The door is closed behind him and the ringing stops. He’s inside your home, leaning against the wall, and he’s filthy, coated in grime and sweat, blood that runs down his face from an unknown wound, legs heavy and he slides down the wall and he can see you, standing away from him, a horrified look on your face and maybe this was a mistake. That you didn’t feel whatever he felt. That you were just trying to be nice. A hand reaches, fingers outstretched and he can imagine how soft you’d be, the look of horror frozen on your face as he’s the last thing you see and then you kneel down, and you’re shaking and your words are stuck in your throat.

Your hands are soft. Softer than he remembered, cusping his face and he’s grateful for it, leans into your touch until you grab at something foreign on his face, and Father is removed and held so tenderly in your hand. His eyes widen. He forgot to remove Father. Sirens grow closer and you look out the door and he’s weak and unable to stand as you lift and walk towards the door and there’s a shake of your hands, you clasp around the door knob and you seem to struggle with yourself internally before you latch on the locks and turn back to him. You call his name and he calls yours and he wants to lean in but he’s bloody and you are clean, and he sits against your wall as you hold Father and walk away.

He sits on the floor and closes his eyes for a second and when he opens them, you’re crouched in front of him, Father beside him and he watches as you bring up a wet rag and whisper to him. “I’m just going to clean you up, okay?” Your voice is shaky, hands matching as they dab against his forehead, your other hand pushing his pale blue hair upwards. “Tomura?” He grunts in response. You pause, your lip is bitten and he wants to know what you’re thinking. “Why are you here?” You dab and the pale blue cloth in your hand turns into a horrible shade, sweat, blood and dirt standing the ruined piece of fabric. Realization has set into your eyes, the fear leaking off of you and yet your hands are nothing but gentle.

“I wanted you to touch me,” he mutters and your hands still. “I needed it.” He lets his words hang in the air. He can feel the press of your palm against him, and you don’t respond. You clean him, cleaning the sin from him. “Do you know who I am?”

“I think I can take a guess.” Your hands leave him and you turn from him, pulling out a pack of wipes, the white bright against your palm and then you’re cleaning at him again, discarding the wipe after wipe, the pack becoming thin as you clean him. “Are you going to-” you swallow nervously and you meet his eyes, unsteady and glistening with unshed tears- “you know.” Your eyes dart to his hands and then back to his eyes.

He laughs. It’s rich and filled with something indescribable and he leans towards you, peeling himself away from the wall and you stiffen when his forehead rests against your shoulder. Father has slipped and is on the floor. You’re still, faltering against him and he wants nothing more than to touch you. His lips brush against your neck and he can hear a sharp intake of breath, hands that react and grip the sides of his shirt, pulling him closer to you, and he wonders if you’re crying as he’s pressed against you.

“I could never hurt you,” he whispers against your neck, nuzzling closer, feeling your pulse quicken. “You were so nice to me-” his hands are unsteady as they brush up your shirt and he hears you whine, and his fingers are pressed against the soft side of you, and he smiles, hidden from you- “I will never hurt you.” It’s the truth- a wholehearted truth that he will never use his quirk against you, he’ll protect you, watch over you and dig his nails into you. He won't ever hurt you, he won’t have you bleed because of him, he’ll keep you with him and protect you, have his hands wrap around you in the loving way that his do, remind you that he’s letting you live and giving you all his love- whole and innocent, twisted and pure. “I love you,” he murmurs and there’s a swell in his chest when you twist his shirt in your hands and your pulse beats against him. “Perhaps it’s too quick to tell each other that-” he hums into you, smelling the sweet scent of vanilla on you- “but I love you. And I’ll protect you.” His nails dig into your skin, red appearing, a pale shade that stings and doesn’t stain his fingertips.

Perhaps it was too quick to give each other your love. But when he pulls away and he sees you crying, hands still gripped against his shirt, a rise and fall of your chest and he smiles. His hands leave you and your shirt flutters and it’s covered in grime, sticking to your chest and it’s wrinkled. Tears fall from your eyes, tracing down the curve of your face, polling and dripping off your chin and you can only look at him with wide eyes and you’re doubling over, gasping for breath, your hands wrapped around you, trying so desperately to control your breathing and you look over, watching the door with hope that vanishes in a second. It’s quiet outside. There are no heroes around. You look back at him and he smiles at you.

“Shigaraki?” You ask him, and there’s a frown on his lips. You need to check if it’s really him, praying that this is a sick joke, exchanging your life for a moment of false reality, to be laughed at because this is some cruel, sick joke that doesn’t exist and isn’t happening before your eyes. “Tomura Shigaraki?”

“You can call me Tomura,” he coos, his hands bringing your face up, held so tenderly, so carefully, with poised and raised fingers, trying not to touch you and you’re crying and he’s shushing you. “You don’t have to cry,” he murmurs. “I mean it-” he leans in closer and your eyes shine with fear, colors mixing together to create a lovely shade of color that he has never seen before and when you cry, it glosses over and he tilts his head, smile stretching past his lips- “I would never hurt you.”

“Be-” your voice cracks and there's a soft pink that licks at your lips and he leans in. “Because I was nice to you?” You’re so hesitant and so scared, trembling under his palm and your tears pool onto him.

“Because you cared for me, yes.” He could never hurt you, never bring himself to cause you to cry. He’s so careful to pull away, hands fisted once he’s moved and he looks around and grabs at a wipe, brings it under your eyes and he shushes you when you flinch from him, his hand gripping at the side of your face, string and firm. “I hate seeing you cry,” he murmurs. You’re scared and new to these feelings. He won’t push you. He’ll stay by your side, faithful and patient, wait for you to come to him and profess your love, and he’ll wipe away your tears. “I love you,” he repeats.

He rises and pulls you up and you stand in the entrance, you stumbling into his chest, and his arms holding you up and he’s nuzzling into the crown of your head, and when you start to sob, shaking into his chest and clinging to the back of his coat, hands threatening to spill from the pockets, he pats your back carefully, run the side of his hand down your back in a comforting motion, slowly turning until his palm is against you and your sobs are muffled into his chest, with your tears staining his shirt. Your name is whispered into the room and you cry until you pull away and he stares at you patiently and you can hardly meet his eyes when you tell him he can use the shower and he stands alone, as you walk into your room, letting the door remain open.

He showers and he lets the water fall from him, dries himself with the same towel he had used from the other day. He washes himself free from grime and wears the same clothes, filthy and hanging from his body, sticking uncomfortably and he wears clothes that are his and he smells like you. His hair is wet and tangled and he brushes at the knots, and makes himself look presentable. He won’t have the first night that he sleeps here cognitive sullied by the outside world. He sits on the chair in your room, watches as you pull the blankets up to your chin and have your back turned to him. He comes to sit at the edge, his hand slowly coming down until he’s holding onto your neck, stroking it, feeling the way that you jerk and go painfully still, and he whispers your name. It's a gentle call, feeling you brush against his fingertips, calling out to you because he knows you’re still awake.

“Yes, Tomura?” You respond and there’s a level of politeness that sticks to your words and makes him frown.

“I’ll be back to see you soon, okay?” He has to leave for now. He needs to go before he can give in to his wants and touch you, to let himself bury into your chest and hold you, and sleep beside you. “But I’ll be back, okay?” He pulls away and the bed creaks as the weight shifts. He’s closing your door, and his eyes are on your body and he’s smiling to himself. “Don’t try anything dumb, okay?” He doesn’t wait for an answer- you’re smart, you know who he is. It isn’t a threat, it’s just a phrase that he knows will keep you in line from trying anything reckless- he’s viewed you, watched you and he knows that an empty threat will keep you in check. “I love you.” He whispers your name and it’s filled with love, enough to make him sigh and close the door, lean against it for a moment and let his imagination wander on how you’d welcome him into bed and hold him. The door to your apartment clicks shut and he’s walking out, Father holding tight against his face, and a strange calmness flooding throughout his body.

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potatoes-is-are-food · 4 years

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How did you meet?

NSFW -- Tomura

***Slight dubcon

You're sitting at the bar, nursing a drink and rubbing your fingers gently over the hand Tomura has resting on your thighs.

It's one of the quiet, boring days where pretty much everyone is lounging around day drinking like the degenerates you are, but the quiet is nice. Toga and Twice are a little loud, but everyone else is either scrolling on their phones or chit chatting quietly.

Suddenly, you feel a hand on your shoulder furthest from Tomura, and you turn to see Himiko, hand curled under her chin as she leans on the bar.

"Hm?" You acknowledge her, taking another sip of your drink. Tomura doesn't look up, watching something on his phone that doesn't interest you.

"So you were with boss man before we got here," she started, "how long have you been with him?" You hadn't expected anyone to probe into your relationship with Tomura, so the question catches you off guard.

"Oh, like two years almost now?" Your voice trails up as you look to your partner for confirmation, but looking back to Himiko as he just shrugs.

Neither of you were good with dates anyway.

"Cool, cool..." you already feel a pit forming in your stomach as she readies her next question. You can practically sense the shit-eating grin on Tomura's face.

"How did you guys meet?" There it is. The dreaded question. It feels like all the blood in your body rushes to your face as Tomura perks up, leaning over you and hanging an arm around your shoulders as he addresses the blonde,

"That's my favorite story," he starts, grin widening as he stares you down. You shake your head a little bit, silently begging him not to tell her the real story.

"We met in a game store," he starts, and you nearly sigh heavily with relief. His hand smoothes through your hair in a silent "you owe me". You give a lighthearted nod to Himiko, but Tomura gets the message.

He gives her a brief bullshit story about wanting the same game, flirting, then agreeing to play it together. She seems satisfied with his answer, although with how weird you seemed, she probably knows it's a lie. Either way she doesn't seem to care and before long she's off, mentioning something about getting food.

You look back to Tomura as she walks off, exiting the bar.

"Thank you," you whisper, and he rolls his eyes.

"I don't see what the big deal is," he shrugs, "the way we met was hot." You grimace.

"Shut up," you plead, cringing at the memory.

There's movement in the corner of your eye and you turn to see Dabi leaning against the counter where Toga was. You grip Tomura's sleeve nervously.

"So how did you two meet, then? Must be an interesting story if it makes you so flustered." He looks bored, but you can tell there's a hint of perverted interest behind his eyes.

Tomura perks up. He might not tell Toga since you two are friends, but he doesn't care if Dabi knows, or any of the rest of the LOV. If anything it'll show everyone how off limits you are and how much you belong to your player one.

"Tomura, please," you can sense his train of thought. The bar is eerily silent and you notice everyone else either seemingly scrolling on their phones or staring off into space, no doubt listening in. Even Kurogiri doesn't seem to be paying attention to his task of cleaning up behind the bar.

Tomura's grin is back full force and he pulls you closer to him by the waist as he starts telling the dreaded story.

"Well it was a couple years ago, no one knew who I was yet and I was on a train heading to a video game cafe." You're pulling on his sleeve, silently begging him to stop. He ignores you,

"Y/n was on the train, too, facing the window and scrolling on her phone. She had on this cute little skirt," his fingers toy with the hem of that very same skirt currently gracing your form, and you curse yourself for choosing to wear it today.

"Did you perv on her in the train?" Dabi's eyebrows raise, a smile threatening the corners of his mouth. You feel your face heat up and look down, wishing the floor would open up and swallow you.

"Oh it was more than that," Tomura brushes the hair out of your face. You feel the memory playing back in your head, as clear as if it had happened yesterday.

You'd been scrolling through social media, one hand clasped tightly on the handhold of the train and the other flipping through pictures of cats. The train was pretty crowded, so you didn't think anything of the boy pressed behind you.

He bumped against you, muttering sorry in a raspy voice. You turned to look at him and took in his appearance. You noted his rough skin and scars, but his eyes were what you focused on.

You felt your cheeks heat up and mumbled that it was fine, shuffling awkwardly and feeling your heart thump heavily in your chest.

Tomura's lips curled into a predatory smile. So docile. Perfect prey for him to get in some sick fun he could use to jerk off to later.

He bumped into you again, slipping a finger under your skirt and ghosting along the curve of your ass this time. He felt you shudder, but you didn't even look at him. He made his move then, putting an arm against the window you were facing and trapping you against him, pressing his growing erection against your ass.

You looked at him through the reflection of the window, feeling your heart pound even harder at the feral look on his face. His other hand placed itself on your hip, one finger lifted. He pulled you back against him, grinding against your ass and taking note of the way your breathing sped up.

Your hands pressed against the window and you pressed back against him. His reflection looked shocked and he finally locked eyes with you. He leaned over your shoulder so his face was resting against your shoulder and spoke into your ear,

"Did you want this to happen? Got the hots for degenerate looking strangers?" You turned to look at him directly.

"You're cute, just stay quiet. I'm not gonna hurt you," he said softly, tilting your chin and kissing you. You sighed into the kiss, leaning into his touch.

He broke away, gripping your face to have you look back out the window. His hand moved lower and slipped under the fabric of your skirt, two fingers pressing against your clothed clit and rubbing from there to your entrance.

"You're wet," he pushed your panties to the side and gathered some of the wetness from your slit, immediately bringing his fingers to his mouth and sucking with a groan.

Once satisfied, he pressed his saliva-coated digits to your lips, groaning again as you immediately took them into your mouth.

"Good girl," he muttered before he could stop himself. You watched his reflection as the hand dipped back down, fingers immediately playing with your folds. You stifled a moan, bringing one hand up to cover your mouth and hooking the other one over your assailant's shoulder.

"You're very interesting," he murmured, pressing one of his slender fingers into your wet cavern. You stifled another moan with your sleeve as he started to pump another finger in and out of your heat.

He captured the hand over your mouth, bringing it down and palming himself with your hand. You groped him through his jeans, wanting to feel more of him. His groan was loud in your ear and you tried to turn and see if anyone could see what was happening, but his fingers withdrew from you and held you in place.

You whimpered and pulled at his arm, Tomura laughing a bit in your ear and letting you pull his hand back to your throbbing heat. His fingers toyed with your clit clumsily, as though he hadn't done it before, but combined with the setting and situation it wasn't long before you were cumming, moaning as quietly as you could stand.

His arm hooked around your waist as your knees gave out, holding you up against him. He watched you pant as he sucked his fingers clean, wiping his spit on his pants when he was done.

"Do you, uh.." he was stammering a bit now, and struggling to look you in the face as you gazed up at him.

"Do you wanna come to a video game cafe with me?" He asked softly, blushing a bit. He let you lean heavily on him as you regained your footing.

"Yeah," you slid your hand into his, and he carefully closed four fingers around it, grateful you didn't question it.

"I'm Tomura Shigaraki." He leaned down and spoke the name quietly into your ear, awkwardly placing a kiss to your cheek before he leaned back up.

"Y/n" you said softly, leaning your head on him.

"And then we ended up going out a few times before I brought her home." Tomura shrugs like it's a normal story and he hadn't just finished telling everyone he fingerbanged you the first time you met.

Your head is in your hands, trying to hide from the shame. Dabi's laugh sends a chill up your spine.

"Damn, Shigaraki," you peek through your fingers and see the smirk on his face as he turns to leave. You want to die.

Twice and Spinner are mumbling to each other and Kurogiri has returned his full attention to scrubbing a glass. You pout up at Tomura, who tilts your face up and leans close, ghosting his lips over yours.

"At least I didn't tell Toga," he presses his lips against yours briefly and sighs contentedly at your shame covered face. You bury your face in his neck, whining his name quietly. He pats your head and gently pulls you away from him.

"Wanna go to a video game cafe?"

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that-bajan-kid · 4 years

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Boku No Hero Academia Chapter 270 SPOILERS

( LET'S GET THIS PARTY STARTED)

Yeah let's leave the guy with no plot armor to watch the big bad. I'm sure nothing bad could possibly happen.

I think you should leave that to the professionals, buddy.

(EDIT: Foreshadowing. Also I retract my earlier statement. He should of destroyed it.)

Mic is carrying Ujiko down the hall and I'm marginally surprised/jealous of his upper body strength. The doctor doesn't look light and Mic is holding him off the ground by his collar. Seems Mic's noodle arms aren't as noodly as I thought.

The doctor is going on about how everyone laughed at his quirk sigularity (or whatever it's called) theory 70 yrs ago, which makes me question how old this man is. He'd have to be at least a hundred, right?

Close enough. He's almost as old as AFO. Speaking of, I'm guessing Ujiko's disappearance had something to do with the devil man himself.

I should really just keep reading the manga cause Ujiko confirms this literally the next page. He says he was shunned by society and had no where to go, but then the big bitch himself showed up and with his level 100 charisma charmed Ujiko into not only thinking he was God himself but also into giving him his "preservation" quirk. A quirk that let's him live super long but at the cost of his athleticism. A drawback that doesn't seem to hinder AFO in the slightest but I digress.

While this is going on someone is narrating about how their hatred for being touched is back and how they have a horrible feeling and I'm very scared that it might be Shigaraki waking up.

Never mind it's not Shiggy but I still feel very uneasy. Ujiko says the quirk he currently has is a duplicate of the original, which is with AFO. Shit he brought up Shiragiri. I swear if he's saying he wanted to give Shirakumo the preservation quirk.

Ujiko says he's in contact with a terribly large and dreadful thing. What terribly large and dreadful thing are you- OH MY GOD IS HE TALKING ABOUT GIGANTO?!?!?!?

This is arguably way worse. Very fitting that Shigaraki's mindscape is basically disintegrating hands and city streets. Is this supposed to represent his broken psychy or just his quirk and personality? Or both?

Shigaraki recognises the place and is about to tell us it may or may not be his childhood home when someone interrupts him saying "Daddy really did say all that stuff" and oh, wouldn't you know, it's the voice of his dead sister. Yay!

Ok so what's basically happening is he's seeing his memories of that day and Hana-chan seems to be the star of the show.

Oh. He's reliving all his memories. Hmmm. I don't know where this is going but I don't like it.

We see Baby Tenko telling his mom he's five now which is immediately follow up by his dad yelling at him for being in the study and we get an image of baby Tenko that looks an awful lot like Izuku but that's not important right now.

From the darkness emerges The Bitch as he calls to Shigaraki to join him in the darkness.

I'M SORRY WHAT!?!?!? OH SHIT OH FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK-

WHAT KINDA OFA GHOST PREDECESSOR BULLSHIT IS THIS? That's it. Their dead. Everyone is going to die when Shiggy wakes up because there's no doubt he will anymore. Fuck. Mic, Aizawa, y'all need to haul ass outta there yesterday.

Are they trying to stop him from going back to AFO? Also I like that they're grabbing him in the same places he wore their hands on his body.

THISE WHERE HER HANDS ON HIS HEAD!!! Oh my heart can't take this.

Shigaraki tells them to stop and they all crumble away (T~T)

Shigaraki walks towards AFO and we see Nana's crumbling face and someone, her I'm assuming, says don't deny her anymore. We pan back over to X-less who is still with Shig's dead body and, oh no, there's a live wire dangerously close to the puddle of water they're in.

HE'S ALIIIIIVVVVVVVEE!!!

His spidey senses are tingling.

Okay. This was a fucking ride to read. I wonder if he knows because of OFA.

Shit. Now that party can really begin. If we don't cut to Midoriya next chapter I will be sad.

Until next time.

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khorale · 5 years

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Bnha 240

Surprisingly, still a villain chapter!

Pfft yeah, eyewitness report. How reliable, these eyewitnesses.

It’s the question of whether citizens have the right to arm themselves. One side states that allowing this directly contributes to the death toll, but the general public is more swayed to the other side that proclaims that they’re allowed to protect themselves. It’s a thing that officially it’s illegal due to the many varieties and unpredictable quirks, but people are known to look the other way when things like that happen, as we are shown all the way back during the Stain fight. Being able to use their quirks, to have something that they can use to defend themselves, provides a sense of control and confort to people who live in a society without All Might. At the same time, this is swaying them to follow the Liberation Army’s ideology. Nicely played.

The truth of Deika city may eventually come to light given the fact that there’s a lot of holes to this story. Some questions that could arise: Are those 20 people named? What quirk or device do they use to make that giant crater?

Compress finally got his sushi! I can’t believe we actually get to see the sushi party! Although I wish Shigaraki could eat with them - the only thing he ate on screen was a biscuit 20 chapters back.

I can see a pretty nasty scar there on her face. I wonder if she lost an eye or if the eyepatch is just protecting it while her eye heals. It’s still too soon to tell.

Seems like it’s not “bye bye trauma” after all... I know it’s more realistic this way and you don’t instantly get better, but... Poor Twice. Also I love all the casual LoV banter.

I also love that sushi loading screen! The League is making the Liberation Army pay for everything from food to clothing 🤣. I’d feel sorry considering all the medical bills, but... the Liberation Army was the one who picked the fight.

Dissention being buit up between the Liberation army members and LoV despite working together. Hanabata referred to Re-Destro as the supreme leader still before he corrected himself, and that’s the only reason they’re doing this. Plus they are raised to follow Destro’s will no matter what.

Still, it’s still different from the time Magne was killed and Toga and Twice had to go over to the yakuza - they were ready to screw Overhaul over despite not given clear instructions to do so. Meanwhile, Curious is dead via Toga and nobody mentions it except the news. Nobody in the Liberation army had a genuine emotional reaction (Hanabata’s incitement doesn’t count). I hope this won’t follow the trend and have the Liberation Army backstab the LoV at a bad time.

New costume! 👀 Shigaraki actually wearing a suit!

It’s still not specified why he’s still wearing a hand. But I’m thinking he only destroyed Father who physically hit him, and he won’t be crumbling his other family member’s hands. Plus, many people knew Shigaraki Tomura as the guy with a hand on his face so he’ll be more recognizable/iconic this way. Another reason is that he hides his face from people he doesn’t trust, so even if there are spies (ahem, Hawks) in the crowd, they won’t get identifying features from his face. For instance if he tries to go out incognito and people know what he looks like, that will make it much harder to steer clear of heroes.

Hopefully we’ll get more explanation in the future.

Also, Gigantomachia is at the back of the crowd! Is he still naked...?

Wow, Re-Destro. Your fanboy is showing. It’s crazy to see Shigaraki inspire such intense idolization and loyalty unintentionally. Boy’s leveled up in charisma stats.

His parka also looks like Geten’s. Like Geten just had a spare one in the wardrobe and lent one out to be used as a cape.

Paranormal Liberation front sounds like you’re liberating ghosts lmao. I’ll stick to the League and Liberation army. OR Battlefront (from the leaks translations) Unless Mangastream or Viz gives better names.

Someone noted that gap between Compress and Skeptic shows a clear divide between the group. It also could have been Curious’s spot. I hope that with time the group can learn to work together and mesh better. It won’t be any fun if they separate again and the League go back to sleeping in dumps.

“Go wild.” Yess sir. I just realized that Shigaraki had a script in his hand and was reading off of it until he went “screw it this is irrelevant” and said just a single phrase to drive everyone wild.

We also get Geten face reveal! Cool. Not sure if girl or pretty boy.

Hawks_is_mentally_screaming_and_dead_inside.jpg

That’s a brutal slice across the corpse’s face. But Dabi is skeptical about if it’s actuall Best Jeanist so we at least have that bit of hope. Otherwise... the #3 hero is dead and the heroes lost another important firepower and Hawks will be enduring emotional backlash as well as public backlash if/when he’s found out.

Look at Re-Destro! His happy little smile and his head above the clouds. Totally lovestruck, man. I don’t even need to look for ship material they’re just there.

He’s like a puppy following Shigaraki around, eager to please now.

I also think Shigaraki told him to get lost so that the Liberation army people don’t get to see him fall and look weak and stuff. He doesn’t trust them that much yet. With white hair + red eyes, a cane and the general grumpy attitude, he reminds me even more of Accelerator from A Certain Magical Index.

“The Bare Minimum” sounds like a taunt, because Shigaraki did all that and more. He ended up gaining the Liberation army alongside Machia’s loyalty, on top of regaining his memory and power boost.

While Ujiko talks to Shigaraki on the phone, Hawks had one of his feathers to spy on the conversation by sensing the air vibration. Dabi really shouldn’t have brought him to the meeting because now he has like a surveillance device.

Hotwings shippers come get your food~.

Before Shigaraki gets that “power”, he has to go on a quest. Hmm... I hope it’s not about the quirk bullets and the doc needing Eri to make more of them.

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His Daughter; mha fanfiction

tw: cursing, abuse, smoking

Enjoy the series! one

Around the table sat four villains, all silent for the moment as they looked at each other. One with a hand on his face and blue hair, with horrible pale skin. Tomura Shigaraki, age 22. Next to him was a man who wore a butler suit and looked like a portal, but he had limbs and bright yellow eyes. Kurogiri, age unknown. Across the table was a woman with dark blue hair and a single streak of silver. She was younger than all of them, but much more intelligent and useful. Sakuya Ririko, age 17. The woman next to her was older, with a pink pixie cut. Kuriyama Tsukiko, age 39.

“Now, you weren’t exactly clear with your instructions. You just said-” Shigaraki put his hand up, interrupting the pink haired lady. “I know what I said, and if you had a brain cell you’d understand! I need a child who will impress my mentor! Forget it, this is stupid.” Shigaraki stood up, about to leave before Kurogiri grabbed his arm.

“Don’t be so quick to give up throw a tantrum Tomura... now we have many files here that would interest you. We found the best of the best for you, ranging from mental quirks to quirks that could possibly destroy an entire city all at once.”

Tomura turned around, looking at the young blue-haired girl who was speaking to him. “Now if you’ll look at the files, we have this 11-year-old boy first. His father was a pro hero who died and was placed in a foster family. His quirk is ice spike-” Shigaraki swiped the file away, as if to say ‘next’.

“Well then... we have this boy who lives in Australia. His quirk is heat rays.” Shigaraki swiped it away, rolling his eyes. “No, you promised a child with a powerful quirk. Something new, something different. Everyone has some sort of fire or ice quirk these days, and I know that Endeavor’s child has both for that fact so no.” Shigaraki was about to step away again when she pulled out a third file.

On the front was a picture of a young girl with a large black eye, who could be no more than ten. “W-what’s with the black eye?” Kurogiri asked as the girl smiled sadly. “She developed her quirk recently. Poor thing was walking around and made the vase fall to the floor. Her father was... not happy as you can see.” The pink haired girl took the file as it caught Tomura’s attention.

An abused child...

“Mitsuku Mamoru. She just turned seven, and her quirk is to move things with her mind. The catch is that she must know what the thing looks like from a 360 view, or else she can only manipulate the part she sees. Like, if she only saw half an apple, she could separate the half from the rest and only control that half.” Tomura grabbed the file from her, reading it himself.

She had developed her quirk only two months ago, and was trying to use it. “I want this one. It’s perfect.” The girls smiled at the term it. “Now, what do we owe you?” Kurogiri asked as the girls smiled evilly. ‘Oh nothing at all. Just that when she turns 18, we get to meet her.” The pink haired girl responded as the blue hair girl spoke up.

“Kiriyama here adopted me into the system when I was seven too. It would be nice to see how she... turns out.” She smiled innocently, but the two men would not be fooled by such. “Anywaysss, how do we get the kid.” Shigaraki asked as the two girls giggled. “Oh right, almost forgot! Let me just-” The girl with the blue hair closed her eyes, immediately sensing the location.

“She’s in 136 at the Apartments on Kanako Road. She’s right... ah, there she is! She’s in her room in the back corner, on the side facing the pool. Can you get there Kurogiri?” She asked as he nodded, a portal forming on the side of the wall. “Move in, move out!” The pink haired woman told the younger girl as they walked in.

Looking past them, Shigaraki could see you sitting there, playing with your dolls as you stared at the girls with a horrified look. “Come here sweetie! We’re here to help you!” You stood up, holding onto a teddy bear tightly and sucking your thumb. “Good girl! Come here!” Shigaraki snickered at the fact that they were treating you like a dog.

As he snickered, you met his bright red eyes. Without the hand on his face, you couldn’t help but stare at him. Shigaraki immediately noticed that he had peaked your interest.

“Mitsuku! Get your ass down here and tell me who moved my cigarettes!” A loud, booming male voice could be heard from downstairs, followed by the sound of someone walking up the stairs. Fearfully, you took one glance at the portal before running into it. You didn’t run into the arms of the girls, oh no. You raced towards Tomura, hugging your arms around his legs tightly.

“Woah, um.” Shigaraki stared down at you, and how small you were. You didn’t go above his waist. “Aww how cute.” The girls walked through the portal, letting Kurogiri close it. “W-where am I? Who are you?” You began to yell, looking around fearfully at your surroundings as your arms stayed tight around Shigaraki’s legs.

“Don’t worry sweetie. Don’t stress.” The pink haired woman opened up her palm as a small pink mist flowed out, flowing towards you. You wobbled on your feet, before falling on your back. Shigaraki used his shoe to make sure you didn’t hit your head.

“Your quirk is like Midnights?” Shigaraki confusingly asked, not sure what was happening. “Oh no, my quirk is much, much better. Her quirk can put people to sleep, while mine can alter their memories for the next hour. Whatever you want her to think, I’ll say it and she’ll replace that memory with the old one. Now, let’s go with this.” She leaned down towards your sleeping self, closing her eyes as she began.

“Your old father was a terrible man who was a pro hero and abused you terribly. Your father, Shigaraki,-” Shigaraki’s eyes widened at that sentence. He hadn’t realized what he had gotten himself into. “-had been in a fight with the villain, saw you beat up, and took you in once he killed your father like the good person he was.” The pink haired woman stopped with the mist as it disappeared. “Well then, gentlemen. She’ll be out for around 50 minutes so I’d get her back to the base and learn everyone’s names. No mentioning any names outside of the League though.”

The woman with the pink hair tried to explain, but Shigaraki wasn’t listening. “If she hears something that isn’t what she remembers, it won’t be good. It can lead to death if the brain decides to shut down after realizing it was altered. Now be careful about that.” Shigaraki waved away the girls, picking you up and swinging you over his shoulder to walk you into the alley and on your way to the hideout.

“Hmm, can’t wait to see what happens with that train wreck.” The girls chuckled, closing the doors as the guys and you left.

Walking into the League, they smiled at the empty place. Kurogiri had found it for cheap, and was planning on renovating it into the perfect place for their new League. So far, the only members were Kurogiri, Muscular, and then Shigaraki. All Might was in his prime, and you were the first step to build a League so great to stop that.

Shigaraki laid you down on the couch, walking away to the kitchen and getting lost in paperwork and, eventually video games.

He was in the middle of Mario Cart, his OG favorite from when he was a kid, when you woke up, walking over and sitting next to him. At first Shigaraki didn’t notice, until he had to look twice and realize that there was a child next to him.

Your hair was dark black, and your eyes were bright red. You were short, and fairly tan for a child. Tomura was a small bit jealous. You were adorable though. “What do you want?” Shigaraki asked you as you cuddled up against his arm, not taking your eyes off the screen in front of you. Shigaraki tried to maintain his cool, even though he wasn’t the most familiar with such affection, especially from a young child.

“Can I play too Dad?” You asked, looking at him innocently. Shigaraki stopped moving, not caring if he was losing now. Looking into your eyes, he saw light, adventure, and comfort. “The hell...” He murmured to himself before you smiled at him. “Pleaaaaseeee?” You asked, smiling wide as he couldn’t help but feel confused. Every child that he had ever met had been terrified of his face or features.

He had greasy hair, ghost-white skin, dried lips, cracked skin, and scary red eyes with messy blue hair. Every child he had ever met had hidden away from him, or screamed.

Not you though, here you were smiling at him while wanting to play video games. The same thing had happened in your kidnapping. You had looked at him, and had run to him for safety, and not the two girls. Did you see him as comforting? Did you see him as... not scary? Normal maybe?

“Aren’t you scared of me? Of my face?” Shigaraki asked quietly, as you began giggling. “Of course not! Why would I be!? You have blue hair which I really want to braid, and you have red eyes like me! You’re really tall which is awesome because I can get on your shoulders, AND you play video games! I could only play video games at my friends’ houses!” You smiled, still looking at the controller to Shigaraki’s right.

“Now stop avoiding my question Mister! Can I please play Marie Cart?” You asked as Shigaraki melted at the mispronunciation of Mario Cart. You were too cute to say no to.

That day, you and your new “dad” spent all day playing video games. You roasted him in “Marie Cart”, and he taught you how to play PubG. Of course, some would say that those types of video games were too violent. But you were being raised to be the best villain in the world, and you loved it!

“Hehe, look at my guy! He’s got a man bun.” You giggled, looking over at Tomura. “Can I do a man bun on you?” You asked sweetly, grinning as he hesitantly nodded. You smiled, taking a rubber band from your wrist and crawling to the other side of the couch and doing his hair.

“Wow! You look great!” You smiled, running to the other side to look at him. “Right? I think you look very handsome!” You grinned, and at that moment, Shigaraki saw you as the daughter he had never known he had needed.

You spent the next years together growing a bond unlike anything the two of you had ever had before. You had always needed a father figure, and he had always needed someone to love him for him. Your childhood involved him learning how to braid your hair, him teaching you how to play many sports, you learning how to cheerlead, and the League evolving as you did as well.

Eventually, you had to go out in public again when it was obvious you loved your new family. Shigaraki died your hair a light blue like his, and let you cut it to your shoulders. He also gave you a new name, a better name. One that didn’t remind you of your dark past.

Your name was Koji, Koja Shigaraki. Or Koja Hanako to the public of course.

As you grew up though, your father trained you harder than any child before. Harder than any Todoroki child even. Night and day you focused on evolving your quirk, making improvements, and evolving yourself. Why wouldn’t you? You were going to be All Might’s competitor after all. That’s the true reason why Shigaraki had gotten you after all.

He was going to train you into the villain’s world greatest weapon.

Better than any Nomu out there.

You would become The Greatest.

#mha shigaraki #shigaraki headcanons #shigaraki tomura #shigaraki imagine #shigaraki fanart #shigaraki #tomura lemon #Tomura shigaraki #tomura #bnha x oc #child oc

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BNHA Fics I really like

Btw, the ones with a ⭐ are my favorites

journey to the past

https://archiveofourown.org/works/15046934

Izuku is five years old the first time he's saved by heroes. He's an instant fan of the woman in pink with her cheerful smile and the man with his ice powers and fine-boned features, even if they both refuse to tell him their names.

For most of his life, Izuku has been the centre of villain attacks, but he has never been injured. Every time, he's saved by bright, unknown heroes—heroes who smile at Izuku, and ruffle his hair or ply him with hugs, and seem mesmerised by how small he is.

Heroes that the rest of the world doesn't believe exists.

Opinion: Honestly, it’s really pure and heartwarming with a side of angst. Seeing a young Izuku fanboy is adorable and from what I remember it's pretty well written. I honestly really love this one.

Lies in the guise of truth

https://archiveofourown.org/works/15124007/chapters/35067359

All Might is the world's #1 hero, the symbol of peace, the pillar that the world knows they can stand on. He dominates every room he's in, from press conferences to his Hero Agency.

It's pretty easy for everyone to overlook Yagi Toshinori, All Might's 'quirkless secretary'. But he's still there.

Opinion: I really love Dadmight. Like I really love Dadmight so I may be a bit bias. It diverts a bit from canon, but I was alright with that. It’s wholesome, cute, and Toshi deserves some love

I Would Understand ⭐

https://archiveofourown.org/works/12729852

Shinsou Hitoshi had a bit of a problem, and that problem was that he’d gotten attached to Aizawa Shouta. And somewhere along the line had started seeing him as a parental figure, a replacement for all the foster home parents who’d passed him along and never quite done their job.

A kid who's been in foster care his entire life spends a normal, average day after training with the teacher who seems to care a little too much.

Opinion: I have found myself revisiting this fic thrice already lol. Honestly, the first chapter is my favorite and well written--as are the other chapters. I love the melodic and somber atmosphere of some of the scenes and it really feels so sweet but hits me in the feels. The EraserMic in here is beautiful and great Dadzawa.

Ghosts of Flowers

https://archiveofourown.org/works/19851709

Shigaraki gets the chance to carefully sift through the pieces of his recovered memories and tries to hold them close.

There is something that bothers him a bit though: Hana seems—oddly familiar.

It’s not until he’s reviewing the U.A. training exercise footage their mole got them that he realizes it.

The Yaoyorozu heiress, with her long, dark hair, her elegant eyes, and her confident smile, she looks just like—

But she can’t be Hana.

Opinion: I love this one a whole lot. The concept is interesting and executed really well. I really love the characterization of the characters and you get some great internal dialogue and inside thoughts. While I do think the story goes a bit fast, I really enjoyed and understand there’s a lot to tell in ten chapters.

Not a Spare Part

https://archiveofourown.org/works/18974530/chapters/45052543

In one universe, Tony Stark closed his eyes to a world where Superheroes were a rarity.

In another universe, Tony Stark opens his eyes to a world where Superheroes are the norm.

(An AU where after the events of Endgame, Tony Stark finds himself inhabiting the body of a young quirkless boy named Midoriya Izuku and figures out that the world could use... another Iron Man)

------- Basically, Izuku becomes Iron Man.

Opinion: I really like this fic. Tony is giving Izuku the confidence he needs and makes some new friends and builds old ones.

Reconfigure ⭐

https://archiveofourown.org/works/16893972

It's been years since the League of Villains was disbanded. Out on parole and stuck in therapy, Tomura Shigaraki is coasting through life. While he's no longer a villain, he's not exactly a productive member of society either. When an awkward past fling shows up, he's met with a shock: a 3-month-old baby girl. Turns out motherhood is hard when you're a serial killer. Suddenly saddled with the responsibility of a child, Shigaraki has a choice: keep his life the boring way it is or become a father for his kid he didn't know he had.

He knows nothing about being a good parent (and neither does the recently paroled Dabi/Touya Todoroki), but help comes in the most surprising of forms, specifically pro hero Uravity. All Ochako Uraraka wants to do is be a hero, so when she stumbles across the former villain with a baby, she can't help but worry. With Shigaraki clueless, Uraraka decides to do her best to help. What starts out as a chance meeting between two old enemies turns into something else as they find themselves in a strange predicament and more people get involved. They say it takes a village to raise a child. Sometimes, it's a handful of mostly reformed villains and the heroes they tried to kill when they were teens.

Opinion: Alright, before you dismiss this one, hear me out: Tomura/Ochako really works in this fic. This fic has become one of my favorites because of how its written, characterization, and Tomura’s child--because I’m a sucker for wholesome parent and child content. I honestly really love this fic and had a lot of emotions throughout.

Something Still Remains ⭐

https://archiveofourown.org/works/22737019

“Are you Shouta?” the shadow-man asks, and his tone is polite but there’s something verging on almost desperate behind it.

Shouta considers. He’s unarmed, facing an unknown person who knows his home address and his first name, he hasn’t slept in thirty-six hours, and he’s wearing kitten-patterned pajama pants. Despite all of that, he’s still confident in his ability to handle himself in a fight, but nothing about this situation is making sense, and it’s sending him slightly off-kilter.

Starting with how the shadow man knows his name.

“Maybe,” he says, after his silence has dragged on a beat too long. “Who’s asking.”

Opinion: It’s a one-shot, but a heckin good one at that. The tone of this fic is so gentle and quiet. Also, Kurogiri characterization is great. I’m absolutely craving more.

How to kidnap an underground hero and an UA General Studies student- A guide by Present Mic

https://archiveofourown.org/works/23068645/chapters/55178836

Hizashi knew what the villains were planning, he was one of them after all. But they wouldn’t hurt what was his and the plan was rather simple. Really.

Step 1: Convince them that it is just going to be a family holiday and that they desperately need a bit of a break

Step 2: Get Shinsou to take quirk suppressants, make him believe it’s a good thing and that it would help him, tell him that they would wear off on their own, not that they do

Step 3: Put the pills into tea, not coffee, the latter could cause health problems

Opinion: I have so many feelings about this. Like way too many. It’s not finished, but I need more. Erasermic, Shinsou, and Eri, and literally everything I love

it's a chatfic, but with villains

https://archiveofourown.org/works/11777448/chapters/26554635

DABnation added NotDeadpool, Ketchup, Magic Mike, BIG MEATY, MoonMoon, FidgetSpinnerPro, MAGNIFICENT, and Loan Snake to the group.

Stab Lick Delicious:Why is Kurogiri crying DABnation: i think DABnation: he realized he made a mistake

Opinion: It’s been a while since I’ve read and it’s unfinished, but I remember having a really fun time reading this and having quite a few laughs.

Karma in Retrograde

https://archiveofourown.org/works/14924609/chapters/34574417

When Dabi is struck by a de-aging quirk that regresses him to the most influential part of his life, he finds himself turned back into a sixteen-year-old U.A. General Studies student with lots of self-esteem issues, parent problems, a destructive quirk that he can't manage, and no memory of the years that he's lost - not to mention the fact that his little brother is now the same age as him and one of the top students in the U.A. hero course. In U.A.'s attempt to make up for what they missed and help the Dabi of the past, present, and future, he is placed with the only students that know him and have yet to find out what truly makes the difference between a hero and a villain. There, they must face the question of whether he can change or his destiny is already set in stone.

Opinion: I really like this fic. I really love young Dabi. It’s been a while since I’ve read, but I really love this one.

komorebi ⭐

https://archiveofourown.org/works/16717599/chapters/39209133

The change can't be immediate, or it’ll seem forced. It has to take time, in order to be realistic. He knows that.

He’ll need to seem like a villain. But he’ll be a hero.

And for that, Hitoshi thinks he’d do just about anything.

Or,

Someone's selling UA's secrets, and Shinsou Hitoshi definitely doesn't have anything to prove.

Opinion: If you haven’t noticed, I really like Dadzawa. This one is super interesting, written really good, and I love the characterization of Shinsou. Like some chapters had me rioting I thought they were so good. I love the alternating moods ins scenes and I feel that I can really feel the atmosphere--if that makes sense lol.

Mendacium ⭐

https://archiveofourown.org/works/21297146/chapters/50713442

"Why are you doing this?" Shouta couldn't help but ask. Really, this kid couldn't be much older than his class, and he was already out his risking his life to fight... and was good at it. That was the worst part of all, that a child would act like an experienced soldier in the face of danger. "If you stop now, I won't report you. You can just go on home to your family, and maybe try to be a hero-"

A laugh cut him off, but it was more sad than condescending. "Mr. Trash Bag, I'm doing all I can to get home. But like hell I'll be a hero. I've been used by the government too much." A slight European accent colored his words, and his Japanese was a little hesitant, but the determination was clear. "I have to admit, though, your quirk is really awesome. The ability to stop others' energies... remarkable."

The boy tensed, and Shouta activated his quirk on reflex.

"Too bad it doesn't work on me, then. Can't erase what you don't have, after all!"

OR: Edward didn't want to help Truth. He didn't want to go to a different world to defeat yet another Father. He didn't want to become a vigilante there.

He also wanted his brother back. The choice was obvious, even if Truth is a massive asshole.

Opinion: 10/10. Superb. Love our short funky blond alchemist. There’s ling chapters, great Edward Elric, and it had me rolling a few times with laughter. I thoroughly love this fic.

Demons of the Past ⭐

https://archiveofourown.org/works/17642501/chapters/41601551

For Enji Todoroki, hero name Endeavor, reconciling with the past is easier said than done. Even more so when a dead son comes back to haunt him.

Opinion: I had this before BUT HEAR ME OUT! This fic is absolutely amazing. I was blown away with the characterization of Enji and I know so many people hate him-- I included--but I think his perspective is interesting. The high emotional scenes really had me feeling. Honestly, give this fic a try and you’ll see what I mean.

Black Cat Cafe ⭐ ⭐ ⭐

https://archiveofourown.org/works/15442725/chapters/35844969

Aizawa Shota was a man tired of life, bitter and jaded from the endless horrors of the world. Six years ago, he disappeared, his existence erased.

Redeye is a stoic man with a mysterious past, who runs a tight shop, cares for his young ward with his whole heart, and makes a flawless cup of coffee.

He also has an unabashed fondness for stray cats.

(Otherwise known as a bitter Aizawa makes café Switzerland, adopts twenty hero-in-training children, some villains, and Shinsou, and then kicks All for One’s ass into next week. And maybe falls in love.)

Opinion: This is the one bois. I think this is my favorite bnha fic. The concept, the characterization, the PINING. I am absolutely in the with this story and the author.

Sure As the Setting Sun ⭐ ⭐ ⭐

https://archiveofourown.org/works/12111294/chapters/27462717

Mob never aimed to be a hero, despite being an apprentice to one. He only wanted to make sure his quirk never hurt anyone ever again. However, an incident that occurs in his third year of middle school spurs him into action despite his wishes. Mob enters into UA academy, the top heroics school in all of Japan, and winds up with several new friends and much more trouble than he bargained for.

Opinion: It hasn’t been updated for a while, but seeing my two favorite cinnamon rolls together melts my heart. Mob is in the hero course but has the moral dilemma of fighting, and honestly, it is so interesting to see how it’s handled.

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Well, I hope you enjoyed the list. I really tried not to star everything (I like them all!). I’m probably going to make more for different fandoms and more in-depth tbh. I had a lot of fun doing this! If anyone has any fic recommendations for, please don’t feel shy to send me some! I love talking about writing!

#bnha #fic reccomendations #fanfic #dadzawa #deku #fic list #my hero academia #mha #boku no academia #bnha fanfiction

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After-Witch Masterlist

My masterlist! Will be updated regularly. Please note yandere content will contain the ‘Yandere’ descriptor before a character. Content is broken up by fandom, with headcanons listed at the bottom of each category. Multi-part pieces will be noted [Complete] when they are finished.

[Hopefully these links will work on desktop and mobile... if not I will work on a Google Doc version!]

Updated 04/28/21

Boku no Hero Academia/My Hero Academia

Birthday Gift: Part 1 - Part 2 [Yandere Overhaul x Reader] [Complete]

You finally get up the nerve to ask your captor for a special gift–a birthday gift.

Bad Day [Yandere Overhaul x Reader]

You’re in one of your dark moods again. Overhaul wants to help you.

Just One Night [Yandere Overhaul x Reader]

You really, really want to go see The Nutcracker. Will your captor grant your request to continue an annual tradition?

Damned to Live Forever [Yandere Vampire Aizawa x Reader]

You fall prey to the whims of a vampire with a penchant for lost, helpless souls.

Don’t Fall Asleep [Yandere Dream Demon Dabi x Reader]

You can’t stop dreaming about a terrible man with scars. You’ll be okay--if you can just stay awake.

Takeout [Yandere Dabi x Reader]

You haven’t been eating. Your captor brings home takeout.

Just a Name [Yandere Dabi x Reader]

Dabi wants a name, that’s all. Things will be easier if you give it to him.

So Close [Yandere Hawks x Reader]

You ran and ran from Hawks and came... so close.

So Far [Yandere Hawks x Reader]

Sequel to ‘So Close.’ Hawks realizes he has to break you down to build you back up.

Vacation All I Ever Wanted [Yandere Hawks x Reader]

You agree to visit Japan with a friend for vacation, despite it being home to your controlling ex-boyfriend.

Threats and Lies [Yandere Shigaraki x Reader]

Your bratty behavior inspires threats and lies from your captor. Inspired by the prompt “I could kill you if I wanted to.”

Be Good to Him (The Boy!AU Shigaraki x Reader]

You’re a nanny responsible for the well-being of a doll-turned-ghost. You want to leave, and Tomura really doesn’t like that.

Birdsong [Yandere Shigaraki x Reader]

A rare outdoor picnic leads you to temptation. Inspired by the prompt “Don’t you dare fucking try it. You know you can’t outrun me.”

Adoration and Pain [Vampire!Yandere Overhaul x Reader]

You are his pure doe, his precious lamb. And his personal blood bank.

Let’s Split Up, Gang [Yandere Hawks x Reader]

You have a stalker. Thankfully, your boyfriend Hawks is there to help you investigate.

Mortality [Yandere Dabi x Reader]

Dabi muses on mortality after a hard day. For request: “Uhshh for the horror movie special I thought the quote “Fire is the reflection of or own mortality, we’re born, we breathe, and we die” from “Get Out” would work super well with dabi.”

Doctor Doctor [Yandere Overhaul x Reader]

You’re afraid of doctors, which naturally means it’s time for your checkup.

Down the Drain [Yandere Dabi x Reader]

You and Dabi have a little... chat in the bathroom. For request: yandere dabi x fem reader.

White Picket Fence [Yandere Overhaul x Reader]

[Part 2]

You’ve been with Kai Chisaki for three years. Your life is quiet and cozy and soothing. But what do you do when you realize you want more? For request: yandere overhaul x reader with stockholm syndrome

Pluck [Yandere Hawks x Reader]

You tried to run–no, fly–away. And Hawks is going to make sure you never try that again.

Sweet Dreams [Yandere Overhaul x Reader]

Overhaul watches you sleep and has an… unexpected reaction.

Big City [Yandere Shigaraki x Reader]

You’re about to leave for a new university in a new city in a new country. Your friend doesn’t seem pleased. You agree to meet up before you leave in the hopes of keeping your friendship alive.

It’s My Party [Yandere Shigaraki x Reader]

You’re having a party and Shigaraki is not invited.

You Would Cry Too (If It Happened to You) (It’s My Party Part 2) [Yandere Shigaraki x Reader]

Quality Time (It’s My Party Part 3)

Shigaraki won’t let you go to the bathroom.

Office Hours [Yandere Shigaraki x Reader]

He gave you the outfit. The blouse, the skirt, the nylons–the heels. A secretary’s unofficial uniform. You can’t help but feel mocked, in a way. Hurt. Was he being cruel on purpose, to make you think about your life before all this?

Thank You For Your Donation [Yandere Shigaraki x Reader]

For request: “ Shigaraki gets obsessed with a twitch stream and deluded himself into believing they’re together until he finally takes her home “

Sketch Memory [Yandere Overhaul x Reader]

Chisaki lets you indulge in your little hobbies. But he’s starting to suspect that you’re taking advantage of his “generosity.”

Fragile Little Thing [Yandere Hawks x Reader]

Your “boyfriend” is having a rough day and he doesn’t appreciate you being such a difficult partner. If you can’t behave, maybe he can’t behave, either.

Revelations [Yandere Overhaul x Reader]

So you don’t eat, you don’t follow his rules; so you hurt yourself. It’s all you can do to keep up the fight against an obsessive captor who thinks he knows what’s best for you.

Sweet Escape [Yandere Overhaul x Reader]

Escape isn’t easy. Nor is it very long-lasting. When Overhaul’s men drag you back into captivity, you brace yourself and wait for what your captor will do with you.

Comfy Couch [Yandere Hawks x Reader]

It’s fine if you’re not paying attention to Netflix, really. But not paying attention to your boyfriend? That won’t fly.

Corsets and Blackmail [Yandere Dabi x Reader]

Dabi wants you in a corset. What Dabi wants, lately, Dabi gets.

Baby Mine [Yandere Overhaul x Reader]

Rest Your Head (Baby Mine Part 2)

Close to My Heart (Baby Mine Part 3)

Never to Part (Baby Mine Part 4)

The first time you laid eyes on your child, you knew: You had to get out. Set in the ‘White Picket Fence’-verse.

Serpent [Naga!Yandere Overhaul x Reader]

You’re so lucky to have wandered into his den. Others might have eaten you, but he’ll keep you safe.

Pinned [Yandere Shigaraki x Secretary!Reader]

Follow up to Office Hours. You’ve given him a kink and isn’t that your fault, really?

Headcanons

Yandere Overhaul and a darling with chronic health problems

Yandere Overhaul General Headcanons

Yandere Aizawa General Headcanons

Yandere Dabi and a depressed darling

Yandere Hawks General Headcanons

Yandere Dabi and a depressed, clingy darling

Yandere Overhaul with a darling who has EDS

Yandere Shigaraki and a darling who doesn’t mind being kidnapped

Yandere Overhaul with a darling who hates mornings

Yandere Shigaraki + Secretary!Reader Headcanons

Yandere Shigaraki and secretary musings

Yandere Overhaul with pregnant reader headcanons

Bungou no Stray Dogs

With Friends Like These [Yandere Dazai x Naive Reader]

One of your friends thinks your new boyfriend is controlling. Your new boyfriend doesn’t like that at all.

Dinner Party [Yandere Fyodor Dostoevsky x Reader]

Your friends cancelled, one by one, leaving you with the only person in the world who seemed to care about you.

Flight [Yandere Nikolai Gogol x Reader]

You’re a fantastic actress when you’re on the stage. But your captor isn’t fooled when there’s no stage magic to hide your real feelings.

Character Development [Yandere Fyodor Dostoevsky x Reader]

You’ve been given a gift by your captor for good behavior. Too bad it’s a shitty book.

Headcanons

Yandere Dazai with an oblivious and nurturing reader

Yandere Dazai and Chuuya with a darling that has post-punishment nightmares

Yandere Dazai and Chuuya general headcanons

Death Note

Oh Sugar Sugar: Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 [Yandere L Lawliet x Reader] [Complete]

You’re the owner of a cute little pastry shop. One of your customers falls in love with more than just your baked goodies.

Darling, Light of My Life [Yandere Light Yagami x Reader]

Inspired by a scene from The Shining. You found the book. He wants it back.

A Christmas Interlude [Yandere L Lawliet x Reader]

Set in the Oh Sugar Sugar series. It’s Christmas--and you have a gift coming. Deleted scene here.

Ginger Tea [Yandere L Lawliet x Reader]

You’re sick. Unfortunately, your captor has no intentions of leaving you alone to recover.

Sunny Day [Yandere l Lawliet x Reader]

He knew there was a high chance that your reaction to being kidnapped could end with depression. But what he didn’t know was how, exactly, to deal with it.

Final Fantasy 7

Compound [Yandere Sephiroth x Reader]

After being caught trying to escape, Sephiroth punishes you.

A Private Cell [Yandere Reno x Reader]

Part 2

For request: Can I request FF7 Reno with reader as his prisoner?

No Turning Back [Yandere Sephiroth x Reader]

It’s hard, being with Sephiroth–belonging to Sephiroth. Especially when your own heart belongs to another.

Headcanons

Yandere Kadaj General Headcanons

Yandere Yazoo General Headcanons

Yandere Vincent Valentine with shy female reader Headcanons

Hetalia

Wine? [Yandere Spain x Reader]

You “settle” in for dinner. Inspired by the prompt “I’m sorry, I know it hurts.”

Cold [Yandere Canada x Reader]

You ran away and that’s not good. Inspired by the prompt “I’m sorry, I know it hurts.”

Under a Bridge [Yandere Norway x Reader]

You’ve been under Norway’s thumb, trapped and caged in more ways than one. You seek help from otherworldly beings, but a deal once made, can’t be undone.

Headcanons

Yandere America General Headcanons

Yandere Japan General Headcanons

Yandere Canada General Headcanons

Yandere Denmark General Headcanons

Yandere Iceland General Headcanons

Inu Yasha

Moving On [Yandere Sesshoumaru x Reader]

You misspeak when instructed by the demon lord who’s taken you. Inspired by the prompt “I didn’t quite hear that, care to repeat yourself?”

You Can Run [Yandere Sesshoumaru x Reader]

For request: “Could you maybe do something with Sesshomaru? Maybe his ‘darling’ trying to escape not knowing that it would literally be impossible?”

A Gift [Yandere Sesshoumaru x Reader]

Your demon lord captor presents you with an unusual and unexpected gift.

In Sickness [Yandere Sesshoumaru x Reader]

You were not often alone with the demon lord who took you captive. Then again, you were not often touched by the demon lord who took you captive, either.

Knives Out

Yandere Ransom Drysdale Imagine

Imagine meeting Ransom Drysdale...

Hook Line and Sinker [Yandere!Ransom Drysdale x Reader]

You’ve broken up with Ransom Drysdale, and you mean it this time. But the freedom that comes with the breakup leads to a series of unexpected coincidences that leave you wondering: was it worth the price?

Yandere Ransom Drysdale Headcanon

Sticking up for Ransom at a family dinner.

Emotional Loan [Yandere Ransom Drysdale x Reader]

You shouldn’t be this nervous about telling your boyfriend that you want to transfer to a college out of state. Ransom is nothing if not generous with you–so why is your stomach in knots?

Labyrinth

The Pain Sweeps Through [Yandere Jareth x Reader]

You’re not the first one he’s brought into the Goblin King’s Labyrinth. You’re not the first one to best him, to get to the center and beat him at his own game. But you are the first one to beat him and give in: “Fear me, love me, do as I say and I will be your slave.

Misc Horror Movies

Kim So-Hee x Reader Headcanons (Wishing Stairs)

The Slayers

Yandere Xelloss Headcanons

Trigun

Yandere Knives x Reader Headcanons

Original/No Fandom

Wife or Death [16th Century Witch POV]

You’re a 16th century witch who finds herself pursued through the woods by a witchfinder. Out of options, you pray to the only lord that might save you.

Floss [Yandere Dentist x Reader]

You hate going to the dentist. You really do.

In the Mirror [Doppelganger x Reader]

She just wants to make your life better. Of course, that’s hard to believe when you’re trapped inside a mirror.

And Home Before Dark [Wendigo x Reader]

Living in the practical wilderness of new France, you knew you were never meant to be in the woods after dark. After all, there was something in the forest that was dark and dangerous and it wanted you.

Madame Guillotine [18th Century Aristocrat Reader]

It’s the French Revolution and you’re a former aristocrat on your way to meet your death at the scaffold.

Down the Cellar Stairs [Early 20th Century Reader]

It’s just a game, just a silly game to play on Halloween. But you may find more at the bottom of the cellar stairs that you bargained for.

#afterwitch masterlist #yandere #horror

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babes-and-baddies · 5 years

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Magic Touch (yandere!shigaraki/f!reader)

(’Meant to Be’ series oneshot (post-POAF)) (2.2k) (NSFW) (AO3)

parts (1) (2) (3)

You fell back onto the bed with a groan, conflict brewing in your stomach.

Already over a month has passed since Tomura took you. While you resented such confinement, still filled with fear at the prospect of never seeing your loved ones again, part of you had grown comfortable in the routine. For all the constant fear and uncertainty that shackled you into complacency, it wasn’t until you were without it that you realized how right it felt. So, when Tomura was gone for the week on a mission without giving any idea of when he’d return, you were left in the house with too much restless energy-- too much need stirring in your gut and no outlet in sight.

Tomura was a horrible villain and a murderer, sure, but despite it all… everything he did felt good. From the way he touched you to the way he seemed to genuinely care about your interests and small personal tics like no one else had, you felt special. You felt loved, needed, cared for; you quickly found yourself craving more.

But he wasn’t here now, even as you bit your lip to try and drown out the growing need pooling between your legs. You should have been thankful for his absence and the time it gave you to think about how you felt about things; you should be glad he was gone, not feeling whatever feeling this was. And yet you couldn’t help it, this need washing over you for reasons you couldn’t figure out.

But you didn’t care. It’s not like this had to mean anything; you had an itch to scratch and nothing better to do. With a sigh, you shimmied out of your pants and laid back against the mattress. This was just a little bit of self-care, something for yourself. Not him.

Closing your eyes, you trailed your hand down your chest, over your breasts, across your stomach until shy fingers nestled between your thighs, right where you needed them. You shyly slid your fingers along your folds, teasing yourself with fleeting touches- just like he did when trying to punish you or make you beg. Fuck, he knew just how to touch to make you- No, no, I won’t think about him. I’ll just… let off some steam.

You furrowed your brows, pushing your thoughts away as you moved your fingers up to circle your clit. It felt good, the slight pressure sending sparks down your spine.

It wasn’t enough.

Huffing in frustration, you moved your hand down again, fingers running over your cunt in familiar exploration. You’d touched yourself before all this- you knew how to make it good, but when your fingers slowly pressed into yourself, you couldn’t help your slight disappointment. It wasn’t the same. You felt good, but it wasn’t enough. With mounting frustration you roughly shoved your fingers in, thoughtlessly hoping the sharp sting of pain might make you feel something more. All it did was heighten your annoyance.

You’d started this, and now you were going to finish, no matter what. Stopping halfway would only make things worse. With furrowed brows, you forced yourself to continue to explore, curling your fingers just so and using the palm of your hand to put friction on your clit. Fuck, yeah, that was what you needed. You felt yourself grow wetter around your fingers, pussy clenching as heat continued to gather between your legs.

Mind aimless, you let yourself focus on your pleasure. Who did you imagine at times like this, before your freedom turned to dust in Tomura’s adoring grasp? Images flashing through your memory, you felt like you did those months ago while still seeking your own pleasure alone; just like before, you thought of what you wanted, mind wandering on your own terms to imagine something more than what you could have. The strength and power of your favourite hero, how perfect it would be to be taken care of and adored; the beautiful, lithe form of an imaginary lover, wondering what it would be like to hover over them and take what you needed; the bright red eyes of a friend-

But that didn’t matter, you were focusing on yourself!

This physical pleasure was so good, so much, and it had nothing to do with your red-eyed captor or his damnable touch. Even if, before he took you, errant thoughts of his hands on your body was enough to take you to the edge, you didn’t need him. You didn’t need him, but- fuck- images of his manic grin, his adoring gaze, it was enough to take you to the edge. Gritting your teeth, you ignored your mind which was so helpfully reminding you of the pleasure his presence never failed to provide. You didn’t need him, you didn’t care about him, you didn’t.

So why did your continued touch never lead you any closer to cumming? Frustration spilled out as you bit your lip, exploring your cunt in hopes of something being what you needed.

You were shaking in need, but release evaded you. It wasn’t fair. Why wasn’t this enough, why weren’t you enough? Why did only the thought of his hands inside you truly manage to make your breath quicken, blush spreading across your skin in pleasure? Hands shaking, you continued to pump them between your folds in the hope it would fill the emptiness invading your mind.

What you needed was to relax, to let go. You didn’t need Tomura to do that. Except, maybe, you did?

Red eyes flashed through your thoughts, and you let out a whine. If he was here, this would be better, wouldn’t it? His touch was cruel, deadly, and always able to take you apart in ways that left you craving more as much as you dreaded it. There was something in the way he took what he wanted, in how he took care of you, his desire obvious in every touch, every glance, every breath through his lungs. He wanted you, needed you, loved you in his unhealthy and misguided way; it was addictive. Just the thought of him, of his love however suffocating it may be, was enough to make you whine out as a wave of pleasure washed through you.

Fuck. Would he think you were pretty like this? All naked and open, legs spread wide and cunt dripping in need? Maybe he’d ask you to put on a show for him, letting you tease yourself as you showed him just what was his until he couldn’t hold back and had to feel for himself. You threw your head back, moaning at the prospect of getting fucked like you needed.

Unbidden, Tomura’s name passed through you lips. You didn’t want to think about this, not when you were free of his presence; it was the thought of him above you, inside you, that finally brought you near the release you so desperately needed. No one else made you feel so beautiful, so adored, so treasured. You could just imagine Tomura palming himself through a pair of sweats, scarlet gaze possessive and reverent as it traced your shaking form.

The soft gasps and wet sounds of your fingers pumping into yourself was almost enough to drown out your thoughts, but- Tomura always loved the sounds you made, didn’t he? Praising your gasps, your whimpers, your screams of his name. He called you his, his princess, his player two, and all he asked for was to give you what you needed. For you accept all he had to give.

His love wasn’t so bad, was it? Even if it was expressed in misguided, cruel kindness, he really did his best to take care of you in every way he could. Obsession shown through his touches, always searching, caressing, worshiping the skin you presented as an unwilling offering to all that he was. And he’d treasure all that he took, making sure you knew his hands were made to hold you, to shape you, to take you apart as he’d fill you so much you felt you could explode from all of his love. It was, it was euphoria, it was completion, it, fuck, it was so good, so right, what you craved and needed and deserved and, fuck, Tomura, you NEEDED him, you-

“TOMURA!” You bit your lip harshly as you rode the waves of pleasure, mind blanking in a blissful moment of sensation. Even as your thoughts fled, you still felt the ghosting caress of his eyes on you; Tomura always loved to watch you cum, knowing your expressions of absolute pleasure were something only for him, only because of him. Even now, alone in your room, Tomura was who made you feel this way.

Laying in bed, panting and weak as you regained your senses, disgust settled into your stomach.

You didn’t want to think of him. You wanted to create something outside of his obsession, and yet here you were, cumming to the thought of your captor, the one who stole you away from everything you loved. The man you still weren’t sure how to feel about. You needed to take a shower, washing your thoughts away with the sweat gleaming across your skin. Even boneless as you were, everything you just did, it wasn’t worth it. You got off sure, but it did nothing against the emptiness eating away inside. With a frown, you sat up to head to the bathroom.

Across the room, there was movement.

Freezing suddenly, your eyes darted to the doorway in alarm. Why was there movement? The door should be locked, no one had a way in or out, so why-

The next thing you knew, you were being shoved roughly against the bed, dazed as hot breath puffed against your neck.

“Fuck, look at you,” Deceptively strong arms pushed you back, leaving Tomura far enough above you to let his gaze hungrily roam your flushed skin, “Did you really miss me that much?” Tomura licked his lips, eyes flashing with toxic devotion.

“And to think if I got home any later I would have missed out on such a show. Were you thinking of me when I was gone?” He crooned softly, lips ghosting over your ear as he leaned forward, hand trailing down your exposed stomach, rubbing softly into your thigh, “You must’ve been. But it’s okay, I’m here now… I’ll take care of you, my precious little player two.”

As he slowly reached downward, cruelly working his way to where you needed it most, you couldn’t ignore the way you gave in to his voice, his words, his presence. You let out a keening whimper, embarrassed and ashamed by the way you started to melt under his deadly touch.

“And to think you’re such a slut you can’t keep your legs closed for one week. But it’s okay… I missed you too. It’s fine as long as you only want me. You’re a slut only for me, right?”

You let out a small sob as you nodded, feeling your doubt once again be overwhelmed by desire. It always happened like this, and you always hated yourself for it, but… you were stuck here. Was it really so bad to let yourself feel something good in the midst of all your fear? Was it wrong to give in to the love so eagerly offered to you? Wiggling in his hold, you tried to urge Tomura on. He simply grinned, one hand pinning your wrists above your head while the other slowly teased between your thighs.

“So, were you thinking of me? You should tell me if I’m not giving you enough, I’d hate for you to feel lonely,” Tomura littered kisses down your neck, ardent and cruel as teeth lovingly pierced your skin. “Tell me, tell me how much you missed me. It tore you apart inside, right? I know it did, being away from you killed me too, and I know you love me, I know you can’t live without me.”

Biting your lip, you nodded. You didn’t truly want any more touches. In fact, you were better off without them, but god they felt so good. Maybe in a way, he was right. You did need him. Your thoughts earlier were enough proof of that. “Y-yes, yes Tomura! I missed you, I need you, please!”

You could feel the shape of his smile against your neck, butterflies starting to unwillingly flutter in your stomach, blush rising to your cheeks.

“I couldn’t help it, Tomura... I-I felt so lonely without you, and... The thought of you felt so good,” you couldn’t stop a shudder from running down your spine as Tomura tightened his grip around your wrists at your words, pulling back to take in your furrowed brows and flushed skin, “but it wasn’t enough, I need you!”

His grin was feral, bright, unhinged. When Tomura looked down at you, licking his lips while eyes filled with hunger, you couldn’t help the heat pooling in your gut at the sight.

“Good girl.” The growing softness in his eyes, in his smile, only made you more fearful of the pleasure you were sure to receive. You knew he loved you; you knew there would be no mercy tonight.

“Don’t worry, sweetheart, I’ll give you exactly what you need.”

#shigaraki tomura #shigaraki tomura x reader #yandere shigaraki #yandere x reader #bnha x reader #smut #lmao this is basically just reader touchin herself to thots of shiggy #which..... fuckin MOOD #its also readers POV which hopefully yall like #its hard bc we all got different headspaces so idk if yall can get into y/n's #aaahhhhh the wonder of reader-insert fics. its always difficult to find a balance of how much personality to give

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plush-rabbit · 4 years

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Giran’s Daughter

On surface level, you aren’t like your father at all. You’re too caring, too open with your expressions and you’re too soft. But you were still raised by your father. Still raised by the same man with unwavering loyalty and confidence who acts as if he doesn’t care. You act like you care, act like you’re too weak to do much but you’re stronger than what others assume.

Shigaraki:

Giran introduces you to him at the same time as Dabi and Toga. He finds you insufferable at first, you’re quirk isn’t anything physical, only similar to Giran where instead of making memories vague you just give them excruciating headaches that last for five minutes. You aren’t worth the trouble with your quirk is what he tells you in front of him but what you lack for flashy quirks you make up for speed and skill. You’re quick to dodge the flames and knives and hands, quick to pull out your own and barely manage to escape Kurogiri’s portal.

You aren’t like Giran at all nor do you look much like him except for the smile. You give a wicked grin when people underestimate you, immediately showing off just how painful a headache could be when you turn the tables and end up with bloody knuckles.

You’re a simple reason for him to jerk off at night. Shigaraki doesn’t have many options when he wants a quick session and he isn’t going to spend his time looking for the perfect material when you’re already there. It’s quick and leaves him feeling good and you don’t even know about it so there’s really no harm done.

But then after one night, he’s hungry and he goes and gets a snack. You’re sitting there still dressed in the outfit from that mission and you’re just staring off. He has to snap his fingers a few times in front of you until you’re broken from your trance. You look at him with tired eyes and mumble an apology, muttering how you often just get lost in your thoughts.

It’s a long night that night. You two have a talk about nothing in particular, just about the mission as you swirl the watered down contents in your glass. You talk to him as a person and he can admit that you’re attractive but when the flickering lights of the room make you smile and joke about how there’s a ghost, he realizes that you aren’t so bad.

He follows you around for the next couple of weeks. He reminds you of a puppy in that sort of way, walking near you and sitting beside you after you offered him a taste of friendship. He’s nicer to you. He lets you tag along on missions without much complaint as long as you stick near him. He engages with you more often, offering to let you go into his room and trying (but failing) to clean up. He doesn’t like it when other members tease you, often cutting their rambling short and all it takes is a gentle hand on his bicep to calm him down.

Shigaraki won’t ask you out officially, it’s more of a slow progression into things until you’re making out on his bed, with your hands entangled into his hair and mouths wet with heavy breaths. He doesn’t bat an eye when you lean on him during meetings, only shifting so you’re more comfortable. You two already spent so much time together and he’s a lot less irritated when you’re around so it only made sense for the two of you to move onto something romantic where you stayed with him at night and pressed kisses down his neck.

The relationship is laid back. There’s nothing extravagant about it (not like there can be) but it’s still really nice to be with him. You feel safe with him, you seek him out for comfort and bury yourself deep in him, sighing in relief when his arms wraps themselves around you. Dates are spent inside, eating junk food and watching some random movie that happens to be on, ripping it apart and ending in cuddles and wandering hands.

Shigaraki is respectful around Giran but if you want to snuggle up to him while he’s talking to him, he’s not going to push you away. Your father isn’t thrilled but he has a sort of respect for the League and Shigaraki so he isn’t going to say anything other than a side glance and twitch of his hands. He’s still your father at the end of it and as much as he’ll try to look at this as a good thing, he still feels protective over you.

That being said, Giran will still pull you aside and attempt to give you a talk about dating and horror stories that he’s heard from around the block. You laugh him off and tell him you feel safe around Tomura. You have this faraway look in your eyes and your smile is something that he hasn’t seen in a long time, it’s soft and small but it isn’t fake or forced. He’ll scratch the back of his head and shrug. Your life, do whatever you want, kiddo.

Compress:

He’s smitten with you the moment he lays his eyes on you. You’re just so pretty and wow, you can cause really painful headaches, that’s just interesting, please say more. He’s genuinely excited to hear more about you, glad that his appearance covers up the redness that’s spreading across his face. He just really likes to hear you talk about your quirk and he knows that you don’t have the chance to show off very often just what it is by the way you stand up straight and have this wide grin.

If there’s ever a mission, he always asks if you want to come along, saying how you’re a good assistant and heavens! He didn’t mean it in a bad way, just that you’re good help is all. He likes having you around, likes knowing that you have his back just in case something goes amiss. During a mission, he’s much more likely to show off if you’re there. He’s a showman at heart, he loves being in the center stage and having eyes on him. But knowing that you’re watching him, well it just makes him so much more excited to perform.

He only realizes that what he feels for you is a strong admiration when you take a hit meant for him. He’s startled that you’d do that for him, he knew you were caring but you still risked your life for it. It hits him hard like a freight train and he’s left breathless and thanking you. His demeanor changing to something gentler as he tells you how magnificent you were.

Atsuhiro doesn’t leave room for doubt that he likes you. He’s always complimenting you, always throwing his arms around you and lets you be around him without his mask. If you complain you’re cold, he’s covering you with jacket and buttoning it up until you’re snug. He’s patting your head and letting his hand slide down to cup your cheek and only giving you a smirk when you turn flustered.

When he asks you out, he has to make sure everything is perfect. He knows you like him, you stick around and give him applause after he does something extraordinary. You go out of your way to spend time with him and always ask if he wants to spar rather than any of the others. But why is he still so nervous? Why is he still fretting over the little things like the place where he’ll ask you if you want to be more? The timing of it? It’s all so frustrating and he hates it.

He talks too much and it isn’t him monologuing; it’s different this time. Words are spilling out and he’s lost his composure and he feels like a teenager with his first crush all over again. But you just stay there, giving him a half smile and by the glint in your eyes, he knows you’re enjoying this all too much. Ugh, Atsuhiro really wishes he wore his mask. But then you kiss him and return his feelings and he’s stunned and flustered and grateful that he didn’t wear it.

The relationship is a lot. He wants to show you off and get you everything that you want and deserve but he can’t do that for a lot of reasons. But he’s still a villain with a rather useful quirk so most of the time, he does bring you things he think you’ll like and if the plastic chip is still on it, well that’s something he can get rid of later. He’s sweet and that’s all that really matters.

Atsuhiro likes it best when you touch him on your own accord. He loves the confidence, the shaky hands that turn steady as soon as he relaxes into your touch. He loves knowing that he has you and that you actually want him back. He melts into your touches, if you want to wrap your arms around him, he’s adjusting himself until you’re uncomfortable, if you want to lean on him, and he’s going to fix his posture. Cup his face and press kisses around his face and he’s putty.

He isn’t frightened of Giran but he does respect him. You are his child, and you are dating a villain whose quirk requires touch and he’s down an arm. He understand the odd looks and when Giran pulls you away only for you to brush him off and situate yourself back on his lap. He tries to keep the PDA to a minimum around him; he doesn’t want the man to feel awkward just because you happen to be in a loving mood.

Giran has no real bad blood with him so he’s fine with you you’re dating and fine, he gets that you don’t need his approval, but give your old man a break, he’s just looking out for you, he swears, cross his heart and hope to die. He knows you can handle your own but given your current lifestyle, you don’t make the best decisions.

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