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Mind Games Chapter 12

Chapter 12: Hana

See Chapter 1 for synopsis, trigger warnings, rating, etc.

Chapter 13: The Complete Set

A/N: This chapter is a little shorter than usual. I felt I needed to end it where I did. See you next chappie! - Cartoon ✨

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“Who is Kotaro Shimura?”

Shigaraki groaned, his fingernails digging into the skin on his neck once again. “This again?”

You swallowed nervously. “Well?”

“Tell me about All Might’s power first, then we’ll talk.”

“He’s your father, isn’t he?” Much to your surprise, Shigaraki turned his back to you. You had thoughts of running your knife through him right then and there, but more emotional matters left you paralyzed. “Which is also why you aren’t outright killing me.”

Shigaraki just stood idly, dawn’s red sunlight bleeding into the surrounding scenery. Out of the blue, you remembered the name of the little neighbor you knew so long ago.

“…Tenko?”

You hoped you hadn't made a mistake by calling him that.

“He is,” Shigaraki finally spoke up, clenching his fists.

The villain looked back at you, long hair draping over his vermillion eyes. Your palms began to sweat, a feeling of dread washing over you as he pulled a literal hand out of his pocket and shrugged. You knew of his regular attire, in which he was usually decked out in multiple severed hands, but ever since you'd met him all he dressed in was a black trenchcoat and red sneakers.

“It seems my Master isn’t the only family I have left.”

You stumbled backwards, your quirk suddenly behind you. Kindly enough, the clone helped steady you.

"What's wrong, Aya? Am I really so repulsive that you can't even stand on your own two feet? Father's to blame here, not me."

You stayed silent.

“Whatever,” Shigaraki shoved the extra hand back inside his coat, “And you’re absolutely right. I’m not at all sure what to do with you.”

He stepped towards you, Mindscape now holding you in place.

“To be completely honest, this explains a lot. Every time I look at you, I see her… Hana.” His hand moved to cup your cheek, but you pulled away in fear of Decay. He snapped back into reality, remembering the power he wielded. You had no idea who Hana was, but she must've meant a lot to him. “If it weren’t for her, my life may have looked very different,” Shigaraki grimaced. Oh. Maybe not. “I’m curious, Aya,” he whispered to you. “Knowing all this, would you still side with the Heroes? Or would you join me in becoming their savior…?”

“I don’t think you’d like my answer,” you whispered back, locking eyes with Tomura. “You’ve chosen your family and I’ve chosen mine.” Immediately after, you stabbed your quirk in the thigh, causing it to release you. It gasped and took a few steps back, blood spurting from the wound you inflicted. Mildly annoyed, Shigaraki lunged at you and took ahold of your wrists, the middle finger of each hand lifted so he wouldn’t reduce you to dust.

“You’re so damn dramatic. It reminds me a little bit of him,” he growled, causing you to scowl. “And I’ve had enough drama for one day.”

Your frowning turned to shuddering the moment you recognized severe pain shooting up and down your right arm. You heard the thud of your knife plummeting to the ground, all five of Shigaraki’s fingertips squeezing the life out of your wrist.

“Why must you string the Heroes along if you don’t plan on becoming one?”

Feeling like your hand was about to fall off, you couldn’t even bring yourself to answer.

“Wouldn’t joining your brother make more sense?”

“H-half-f-f,” you winced in agony.

‘‘This can stop if you just agree to ditch the Heroes.”

All of a sudden, Midoriya practically teleported into view, freeing you from your attacker by violently kicking him into a brick wall. Immediately after, he relentlessly threw your quirk into a tree.

“Ouch!” your doppelgänger exclaimed. “Izuku, that hurt! If you wanted to dance, all you had to do was ask.”

Midoriya protectively placed himself between you and Tomura, who was slowly standing back up again.

“You again,” Shigaraki sighed as he rolled his shoulders. “Midoriya, was it?”

Uh-oh. Shigaraki is…a very talkative villain. Could this be one of Muttering Midoriya’s greatest weaknesses? No, he gets too anxious. Besides, being quippy isn’t exactly a trait of Izuku’s.

“Aya, are you hurt?” Deku asked instinctively, completely ignoring Tomura, much to your surprise.

“A little,” you replied, heart pounding as you gathered your bearings. You bent down to pick up Doppelgänger’s knife with your non-dominant hand, hesitantly examining the eerie discoloration of your rotting wrist. “My arm feels weird more than anything.”

“Holy crap! That’s not ‘a little’, Aya—I, uh, I mean—I’m sorry! Don’t worry, more help is on the way.”

“Tomura,” your doppelgänger coughed, attempting to get up. “That was quite the beating I took just now.”

“That attack should’ve killed your quirk… The copies aren’t the most durable…” Deku murmured to you. “Which has me wondering. How is it still alive?”

Your doppelgänger continued on. “How much longer do I need to keep this up? I don’t think…I can…”

“We have what we need, Toga,” Shigaraki replied, staring the One For All user down as he spoke. You and Deku stood back-to-back between both villains. “Stand down.”

“I can barely stand up.” Your copy melted away to reveal Himiko Toga once again. “Thanks for the disguise, Aya-chan,” she commented, managing to creepily smile despite her injuries. Her next statement made you shiver. “Your blood was soooo tasty!”

All Might stirred for a moment, catching Midoriya’s attention. “What’s up with All Might?”

“Aya-chan attacked him,” Toga snickered evilly, pointing a shaky finger directly at you.

“She’s got it all wrong,” you said defensively, your face turning pale. “It’s a long story but he’ll be okay, promise!”

Izuku glanced over his shoulder, piercing green eyes meeting your wide ones. “I think I saw your real quirk a minute ago,” he stated, suddenly changing the subject. “I’d assume it’s been sneaking around collecting peoples’ thoughts and information—go look for it, please. I’ll deal with Shigaraki.”

“What about Doppelgänger…?”

“Mr. Aizawa’s got that part covered. His quirk basically cancels out Doppelgänger’s. If you can imagine, Doppelgänger wasn’t very happy.”

You nodded. “Please be careful.”

“Of course.”

Before going to search for your legitimate doppelgänger, you unexpectedly veered towards Toga, your feet moving on their own. Seeing how off balance she was, you forced her onto the ground again by poking her in the chest with a single finger.

“Don’t make me regret this,” you sneered as you untucked your white shirt and cut some of the fabric, handing it to Toga. You were practically in a crop top now. “Make sure to wrap it tight.”

“Why are you helping me…?” Toga asked curiously, her back leaning against the tree she was hurled into. “And you better not give me some ‘Heroes are supposed to save people!’ mantra.”

“It’s actually pretty simple. I didn’t intend to stab you in the first place.”

“I find that very intriguing, Aya. Are you sure about turning down Shiggy’s offer? Things are about to get very messy around here.”

“I’m not.”

With that, you spun around and jogged away, your eye immediately catching movement behind a nearby bush. You dashed towards the noise, leaping through the brush and attacking — “Aoyama?!” you shouted, your knife pressed against the student’s neck.

“Calm down, please!” Yuga squealed underneath you wearing nothing but pajamas. “Your quirk went that way! I was following it!”

You looked to your left to see a silhouetted figure trotting away. As much as you wanted to stay and interrogate Aoyama, you pried yourself off of him and pursued what you assumed was your quirk. It didn’t take long for you to cut a few corners and catch up, quickly identifying your clone and pinning it to a tree trunk. It just stared at you, your head oddly beginning to throb and ache.

“You’re afraid,” the doppelgänger murmured to you, perfectly mimicking your voice.

To tell the truth, you were. Thanks to your quirk’s big mouth, you knew exactly how to proceed.

“And so…unsure. You know, you don’t have to do this. Don’t you want to be free of me?”

“That’s enough,” you declared as you ran your knife through the clone’s chest, its body disintegrating into dust. “Things are different now. We have people counting on us.”

The next thing you knew, your decaying hand had fallen clean off.

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Chapter 13: The Complete Set

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bakugosatoru · 4 months

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Pretty for the Press

Requests Open! Warnings: Graphic Smut (This is pure PWP smut, MDNI) Genre: Smut Fic Type: Medium Length Fic (4.5k Words) Fandom: My Hero Acadamia Ship: Dabi x Hawks Authors note: My first longer fic! I'm not sure how I feel about it but I like it enough that I do want to share it! I've been working on it for an embarrassingly long time so I hope you like it! Also Dabi is really soft in this and its a little out of character but oh well. Synopsis: Hawks has defected to the side of the villains and is now standing in the League of Villains hideout bathroom, and he needs a haircut. Dabi offers to help. What could go wrong.

Also here on AO3 if you prefer to read over there.

It isn't exactly the Marriott. The yellowing porcelain of the benchtops and the stained brown sinks work to remind him exactly where he is. The bathroom at the league of villains hideout. The porcelain is cool against his hands, his face leaning in towards the cracked and dirty mirror.

It's been three months since Hawk defected to the side of the villains, away from the world of heroes, the world of being a hero. So here Hawks stands, instead of his hero funded penthouse with the nicest things money can buy, he stands in a bathroom, staring at himself in the mirror. Tugging at the strands of his hair. He always forgets how quickly hair grows when not being cut every two weeks to keep up an appearance.

“So this is why you spend so fucking long in the bathroom huh? Damn you really love looking at yourself that much Birdie?”

Dabi stands, lounging against the doorframe dressed in black sweatpants and a ratty old tank top. Hawks scowls, wondering how long he’d really been there.

“Fuck off Dabi, was just trying to figure out which one of you psychos I’d trust with scissors to cut my hair” The ex-hero smirked, leaning back from the mirror to meet Dabi’s gaze.

“And what was the verdict?” Dabi mused as he wandered over to stand next to Hawks, whose wings quickly tucked into his body to make room.

Hawks didn’t answer, just going back to pulling and rearranging his hair before huffing and messily tying it back in a stubby ponytail. Dabi spun around and sat against the sink, watching Hawks intently. Hawks feathers puff and ruffle slightly, subconsciously, as he feels Dabis gaze dig into him. It's not often they get time alone together, usually they are either surrounded by other members of the league or fighting for their lives. Doesn’t exactly leave a lot of time for talking. Dabi picked up the discarded and rusted scissors off the counter and held them in front of his eyes, cutting at the air a few times for good measure.

“I mean, I could do it..” Dabi said, spinning the scissors around his pointer finger and tapping his other hand mindlessly against the counter.

“Promise I won't slice ya”

“Well that just fills me with confidence” Hawks scoffed.

“I mean, the offers there if you want. If you want to keep growing out your hair ‘till you start looking like a homeless guy hanging outside the headquarters that's your call Birdy”

Hawks paused for a moment, looking over at Dabi. Dabi glanced at him momentarily before returning his gaze to the scissors spinning in his hand. Hawks hated to admit that Dabi was probably his best choice. He couldn't trust Compress or Twice to just do a small trim (they always had a flair for the dramatic), Himeko might get a bit too snip-happy with the scissors and Shigaraki isn't exactly a big fan of… hygiene in general.

“Fine” Hawks huffed, finally leaning back from the counter.

“Yea?” Surprise painted Dabi’s voice as he hopped off the counter and strolled behind Hawks, yanking a cheap plastic chair over from the corner of the room and placing it right in front of the mirror.

“Well take a seat, get comfortable. Want me to wash your hair first, scalp massage maybe? Perhaps I should get you a cup of tea?” Dabi mocked in a sing-song tone.

“Oh please do, I expect only the best service from a stylist as famous as yourself” Hawks scoffed as he rolled his eyes. He sat down on the chair and leaned back, Dabi now towering behind him in the mirror. A moment paused between them as Dabi looked down at his hair, a hand reaching out gingerly to hold a few strands between his fingers, the back of his hand brushing against Hawks neck gently. Hawks felt a shiver pass through his body to the tip of his wings and he just prayed Dabi didn’t notice.

“Uh actually I might have to wash it…” Dabi mumbled, all the joking bravado in his voice replaced with a nervousness Hawks had never heard coming from the villain before.

“Hm?” Hawks questioned, tilting his head to look up at Dabi, seeing the living skin on his face dusted with a soft pink hue.

“It's just easier to cut wet hair.” Dabi said as he spun the plastic chair around, so that Hawks was now facing him, his back to the sink. Hawks' breath caught in his throat as he looked up at Dabi, who was leaning over to turn on the faucet. Was Dabi going to wash his hair? This really hadn't been how he expected this to go, he assumed Dabi would cut a few inches off his hair and be done with it, but this was a side of Dabi he hadn't seen before. A softer side.

“Okay lean back, the water shouldnt be too hot but my hands aren't exactly great for gauging temperature so if your skin melts off, not my fault.” Dabi said as he moved over to the shower in the corner of the bathroom and snatched up a bottle of shampoo and conditioner. Hawks leant back, awkwardly tilting his head under the faucet to line himself up so the water was in his hair instead of covering his entire face.

“Twice will kill you if he finds out you're going to use his weird expensive shampoo”

“No, he’ll kill you. You're the one using it, I'm just putting it in your hair” Smirked Dabi as he strolled over to the left of Hawks and reached into the sink to help rinse his hair. Hawks felt himself tense as Dabis fingers brushed against his scalp, before relaxing into the touch and letting his eyes shut to prevent getting water in them.

“So what about that tea you offered?” Hawks smirked as he felt Dabi pour some shampoo on his head and start massaging it into his hair. If he tried really hard he could probably pretend he was back in one of those swanky hair salons his agency used to send him to, but honestly? He preferred this, though he wasn't fully sure why.

“Hey what the-” Hawks sputtered as he felt water be splashed onto his face. Dabi laughed as Hawks wiped his eyes with his sleeve, opening his eyes to look up at Dabi. His mouth opened to scold him but he paused, Dabi had this mindless smile on his face, not one of his signature smirks, but a genuine smile.

Hawks hadn’t ever seen Dabi smile like this before.

“I was about to say you were good at this but after that I might have to retract that statement” Hawks teased.

“Aw c’mon Birdy, you like it”

“Yea I guess I do” Hawks said, his voice quiet, so quiet that Dabi nearly didn't hear him…. But he had heard him.

“I’m sure you had this done all the time when you were a hero” Dabi snipped, a strange venom in his voice, but Hawks just shook it off.

“Yea, too much actually. They would send me every few weeks to make sure my hair was always perfect. ‘Gotta keep up appearances’ they would tell me. So they’d send me to some overpriced salon and get me all dolled up for the press” Hawks sighed, remembering his old life wasn’t exactly his favorite pastime.

“Which do you like better?” “Hm?”

“Your old salon experiences or this one?” Dabi asked as he washed the last bit of conditioner out of Hawks hair and swapped to rinsing the hair clean. Hawks paused for a moment, staring up at Dabi.

“My old hairstylist was never so gentle” Hawks mumbled, still gazing up at him. Dabi tensed at his words, pulling his hands away and wiping them on a towel. Hawks scolded himself in his head, he was having the perfect moment with Dabi and he had to go say something stupid and spook him.

He opened his mouth to apologize, or try to play it off, or do something to turn back time to only a few moments ago, but he was stopped by Dabi’s hand resting against his cheek as he leaned in and began to softly dry his hair. Hawks leant forward so he was no longer halfway in the sink as Dabi gently dried his hair with the towel before using the towel to wipe away the water that had splashed on Hawks face.

“I'm sure your old hairstylist never did this either.” Dabi whispered as he placed the towel on the counter and leant down, cupping Hawks face in his hands and brushing their lips together ever so softly, as if asking for permission. Permission that Hawks was more than happy to grant as he reached up and wrapped his arms around Dabis neck, kissing him deeply. Hawks’ mind was racing at a hundred miles an hour. Never in his wildest dreams could he have expected this. Of course he liked Dabi, Dabi was strong, funny, passionate and beautiful. But Dabi was also, well, Dabi; he didn’t expect him to feel the same way.

“Well?” Dabi asked, breaking the kiss but not pulling away. Their lips softly brushed against each other as he spoke.

“Oh, huh?” Stuttered Hawks, every thought in his brain fully occupied with what had just happened.

Dabi chuckled softly, gazing at Hawks' kiss-drunk expression.

“Have any of your hairstylists ever done that before?” He smirked, kissing Hawks for just a moment before pulling back to allow him to answer.

“No, but I don't mind if this one does” He murmured, mustering every ounce of confidence in his body to stand up and pull Dabi back into a scathing kiss, his hands gripping his black spiked hair, being careful not to pull any staples or hurt the scarred skin. Hawks was usually good at this kind of thing, being a confident hero was all part of his image. Swooning the ladies, charming the press, it was second nature to him. But this? This was different, he had never felt so exposed, he was laying himself bare for a man who he had assumed wanted nothing to do with him. He was offering himself to Dabi, and if Dabi pushed him away now? He would never recover.

But Dabi took his offer

“Wanted to do this for months” Dabi whispered against Hawks lips. Scarred hands gripped his thighs and lifted Hawks up onto the bathroom counter. The plastic chair clattered to the side as Dabi stood between Hawks thighs, kissing him deeply. One of Hawks hands began to tug at the hem of Dabis' shirt. Dabi lifted his arms, allowing him to lift the shirt over his head and toss it to a corner of the bathroom. His hands began to trail along his scarred chest, his finger gently tracing the seams between scarred and living skin. For the first time, Dabi seemed to pull back, breaking the kiss and turning his head to the side.

“You okay? Does that hurt?” Hawks quickly started to pull his hand away but Dabi grabbed it and placed it back on his chest, holding it there and squeezing it slightly.

“No it's fine, just… been a while since anyone touched them, I guess; weird feeling. Just…keep going” Dabi sighed, his head dropping against Hawks shoulder, his hand dropping to the birds thigh as he began kissing along his neck.

“Okay” Hawks whispered, his hands dragging along Dabi’s chest, dragging down towards the hem of his sweatpants, mindlessly fiddling with the drawstring for a moment as he felt Dabi bite down against his neck, licking at the indent left behind.

“Shit- Dabi” Hawks hissed, his hips twitching.

“Your room, now, please”

“Don't gotta tell me twice songbird” Dabi hummed, stepping back and dragging Hawks off the counter.

Songbird… Hawks liked that one.

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Hawks got the wind knocked out of him as Dabi slammed him against the now closed door to his room. He was going to wake up the entire League and he truly didn't seem to care. Because he finally had that stupid bird in his arms.

“Do you know how long i've been trying to get your attention?” Dabi growled against his ear, his hands grabbing Hawks waist. Hawks let out a whine, flattening his chest against Dabis.

“So fucking pretty birdy, everyone wanted to be with the hero Hawks hm? Fucking sucks for them all, ‘cause I get villain Hawks and he is so much better.” Dabi used his grip on the ex-heros waist to push him towards the bed, shoving him backwards. He fell back, his wings splaying across the bed. Dabi couldn't help but smirk. Laid out just for him. He crawled over and straddled Hawks, before leaning forward to catch his lips in a kiss once again, their hips rolling against each other sloppily. They were making out like two teenagers and they couldn't care less. Hawks broke the kiss for a moment to rip his own shirt over his head, but it took a little longer as he had to slide his wings out of it, which Dabi thankfully helped with.

“Always wondered how those wings got in the way of getting dressed, guess now I know” Mused Dabi, his thumbs rubbing circles in Hawks thigh.

“Heh, yea, just as cumbersome as you would think” Laughs Hawks as he finally manages to escape his shirt, launching it across the room.

Dabi paused for a moment, his hands now pressed flat against Hawks chest as he shifted his weight, sitting on his lap.

“Well Birdy, how do you wanna do this?”

“I mean, being on the bed is a good start…”

“No you dumbass,” Laughed Dabi.

“Do you wanna top or bottom, I don’t mind either, I mean I usually top but I could be convinced to switch…I just need to touch you” He hummed as he dragged his nails across Hawks chest.

“Oh yea.. um” Hawks paused, his heart leaping into his throat as he looked at the ceiling, his face going bright red.

“Songbird?” Dabi paused, his hands flattening out to gently rest against Hawks hips.

“We don't have to do this if you don't want to. I didn't mean to…” Dabi trails off, self doubt filling him. Did he force Hawks into this? Hawks was probably grossed out. Was it his scars?. Dabi's mind raced a hundred miles an hour as he slowly went to climb off Hawks lap.

“No No it's nothing like that” Hawks exclaimed with a slight panic, his hands pulling Dabi back to his lap. He paused, Hawks entire face was burning red.

“I've just… fuck this is embarrassing. I've never done anything like this… before?” He mumbled, his eyes still avoiding meeting Dabis at all cost.

“What? Really? This is your first time with a dude?” Dabi exclaimed. He didn't mean to sound so surprised but, the number 2 hero? The professional flirt? Had never been with a guy?

“No not just with a guy” Hawks whispered, he looked like he wanted to curl in on himself until the world itself disappeared.

“Birdie, you a virgin?” Dabi asked, surprise lacing his voice.

“Yea…. The commission didn't exactly like letting me out of their sight and dating or hookups were out of the question so…” Hawks shrugged.

Dabi paused for a moment before reaching a hand out and gently tilting Hawks chin down so their eyes met.

“Songbird, do you want to do this?” He asked, his voice that soft whisper from before that made Hawks heart melt.

“Mhm”

“I need words, Birdy.”

“Yes,” Hawks said before kissing Dabi softly. There's no one else he'd rather have his first time with. He threw his old life away to join the league, but deep down, he threw it away to be near Dabi, he wanted a new start, he wanted to do all the things he could never do, and if one of those things is getting railed by his hot edgy villain friend? Then he was going to do it.

“Alright then Songbird, here’s what we’re gonna do, you're going to leave everything to me, I’ll take the lead and take care of ya’. Any point you wanna stop, just say the word and we will.” Dabi smiled, that sweet smile again. Hawks would trust this man with his life… ironic considering their past. Dabi hooked his fingers into the loops of Hawks pants and worked to pull them off his legs. Hawks lifted his hips so Dabi was able to fully free him, his boxers doing absolutely nothing to hide the shape of his arousal straining against the fabric.

“This hard for little ol’ me Birdy? I’m flattered” Dabi teased, his mouth latching to Hawks exposed collarbone as one of his hands gave Hawks a light squeeze over his boxers. Hawks opened his mouth to reply, but he was only able to muster a whispered whine as Dabi set his mind racing with just a few touches.

“Fuck, your voice Songbird” Dabi groaned as he pulled back for a moment, quickly ridding himself of his own sweatpants. He grabbed Hawks hand and pulled it to feel against the growing bulge in his boxers.

“Feel what you do to me baby?” Dabi asked, Hawks didn’t respond, his hips shifting as he fought to get any friction against the growing desperation between his legs. Dabi smirked. Watching Hawks get so desperate before even getting his boxers off was driving him crazy. Dabi finally gave Hawks some respite, grabbing the waistband of his boxers and pulling them off him, his cock red and the tip wet with precum.

“Lie back for me okay? I’m going to make you feel so good” Dabi murmured as he tilted Hawks back on the bed before positioning himself between Hawks legs. He leaned over to the nightstand and grabbed the small bottle of lube he kept there for… personal reasons. He quickly discarded his own boxers before pouring some of the lube on his fingers and warming it up.

“This might feel weird at first but I promise it gets better” Dabi said as he dropped his slicked up finger down between Hawks legs, gently circling it around the rim before pushing it in softly. Hawks let out a hiss as his body got used to the strange intrusion. Dabi leaned forward and kissed along his collarbone in apology as he began to work his long finger in and out. He kept going until he was sure that Hawks was ready.

“Shit” Hawks moaned quietly as Dabi slipped a second finger into him, moving them around and scissoring them apart gently, working him open.

“Oh just you wait Songbird” Dabi smirked as he started to move his fingers slightly deeper, moving around, looking for that spot that would make his Birdy see stars.

“Fuck Dabi!” Hawks clenched around his fingers as he moaned loudly.

There it is.

Dabi let out a chuckle as he slipped a third finger into Hawks, loving how the ex-hero had begun rocking back onto his fingers. He kept working him open, making a conscious effort to only brush against his prostate once and a while, as to not end their fun too early, it was the birds first time after all. Hawks moans grew louder as Dabi continued to fuck into him with his fingers, his lips attacking any blank patches of skin across the birds chest, covering him in hickies. They would definitely have some questions to answer from the rest of the league tomorrow but neither of them could care at this moment.

“Dabi, fuck me please, I can’t take it anymore” Hawks whined out, his hand gripping against his partners scarred shoulders.

“Well how could I say no to that pretty voice baby?” Dabi purred out, but his mind was anything but calm. He didn’t realize how much of an effect Hawks voice had on him, he was shocked he didn’t cum right on the spot from hearing him beg, he was even more shocked he had just called Hawks baby. But no time to unpack that right now, right now all he needed was to get inside the stupidly sexy bird hero strewn in front of him. He quickly poured some more of the lube onto his hand, stroking his neglected cock a few times. He locked eyes with Hawks, the ex-hero was breathing heavily, his eyes watching Dabi hungrily, his whole face and neck bright red, besides the patches of hickies that were already starting to turn purple. Every breath seemed to send a quiver through each and every one of the feathers that sprouted from his back.

“Deep breath for me Birdy” Dabi pushed Hawks thighs apart as he lined himself up between his legs and slowly began to push inside.

“Holy shit”

“You okay? Need me to stop?”

“Stop and I’ll rip your dick off”

Dabi let out a laugh that quickly tapered into a groan as he bottomed out inside Hawks. He paused for a moment, his thumbs rubbing circles in Hawks hips, in an attempt to give the bird a moment to adjust. Hawks quickly let out a frustrated chirp and began to rock himself back against Dabis cock.

“No fucking patience” Dabi smirked as he slowly started to thrust into Hawks, not wanting to be too rough and hurt the poor bird. He dragged his nails up and down Hawks chest and shoulders, worshiping his toned body and the way his feathers quivered every time he brushed them with his fingers. But it wasn’t enough for Hawks, he wanted more. Don’t get him wrong, he was very thankful that Dabi was being so gentle and patient, but he didn’t want gentle, he wanted Dabi to make sure he never forgot this feeling. He wanted Dabi to make him scream. He rocked his hips impatiently back into Dabi’s thrusts, willing him to speed up.

“More Dabi, please” Hawks pleaded again, in that begging voice that Dabi couldn’t resist.

“Your fucking insatiable” Dabi chuckled darkly.

“Here I am, trying to be a gentleman” He slowly pulled out, until only the tip was still in.

“Be nice and gentle for your first time, but I think you just want me to fuck you into this mattress… isn’t that right Birdbrain” Dabi quickly slammed back into Hawks, yanking his thighs to bring them flush against each other. Hawks let out a choked moan, nodding eagerly as Dabi set a brutal pace, using Hawks hips and thighs to yank him back to meet his thrusts. Moans began spilling out of Hawks mouth completely unashamed, his hands gripping into the sheets for any kind of support as his body shook with each of Dabi’s thrusts. Dabi reached up and grabbed Hawks face, yanking him into a searing kiss, his tongue exploring every inch of the whimpering bird's mouth.

“Fuck me your tight” Dabi growled against Hawks lips.

“Your jus -fuck- just big” Hawks choked out between his moans, eliciting another laugh from Dabi. He gritted his teeth, still slamming his hips roughly into his whimpering Birdy. Dabi really didn’t want to cum first but fuck did Hawks feel fucking incredible.

“Hey Birdy, roll over for me okay, wanna try something” Dabi said, pulling out and helping Hawks roll onto his stomach, his wings splaying out into the air after being cooped up against the bed for so long. Dabi slowly pushed himself deep back into the ex–hero, Hawks letting out a satisfied coo as he felt himself be filled again, this position making it feel even deeper. Even more intense. Hawks lifted his hips up, leaning forward on his knees, arms folded on the bed, his head resting against them. His ass on full display.

“Fuck Birdy, you’re gonna be the death of me” Dabi growled out as he returned to the brutal pace he had started before. Hawks kept up his chorus of moans, whimpers and chirps as he felt Dabis cock hit his prostate head on, this position making it even harder for him to keep it together.

“Dabi” He stammered through his whimpering tears “Not gonna last”.

“Gonna cum for me Songbird? Need to feel you clench around me, come on baby” Dabi cooed, one of his hands snaking down to Hawks dripping neglected cock, stroking it roughly in time with his thrusts, while his other hand grabbed the base of his wings roughly, his fingers curling and tugging on the sensitive feathers.

“Agh- Fuck Dabi!” Hawks let out a litany of loud moans and whines as his back arched into Dabi’s touch, his climax hitting him at full force, painting his stomach and the mattress with his cum.

“That's it Songbird, just a little more, you're squeezing me so tight… shit” Dabi gasped out between gritted teeth as he felt Hawks climax rack his body. Both his hands shot to the base of Hawks large wings, gripping them tightly as he hit his limit. He collapsed forward against Hawks back and wings as he came, filling Hawks as deep as he could. Hawks mewling and chirping from the overstimulation.

They laid there, both desperately trying to catch their breath. Dabi using the last of his energy to pull out, earning him a quiet whine from Hawks, and flop to the side of his sweet, exhausted bird (being careful not to crush his wings).

“C’mere birdy” Dabi mumbled, yanking the tired bird onto his chest, allowing him to nuzzle into the crook of his scarred neck, a hand gently running over his sides and the tips of his wings. The large wings had curled around the two of them, covering them both in a soft red canopy.

“You good?” Dabi asked, turning his head to press a kiss onto the side of Hawks head.

“Mhm, so good” Hawks sighed, his words muffled by Dabis' shoulder. Dabi lets out a relieved breath he didn't realize he was holding and wraps both his arms around Hawks waist tightly, kissing the top of his head.

“You know, we still have to cut your hair, Songbird” Dabi mused, resting his head against Hawks’.

“Can do it tomorrow, don’t wanna move” Hawks whined.

“I have a feeling we’ll be a little busy tomorrow” Dabi smirked.

“Why? I didn't think we had a mission” Hawks asked, suddenly much more conscious.

“We don't, but Birdy, you just moaned on my dick loud enough that I'll be shocked if anyone didn’t hear it. We’re gonna have some questions to answer” Dabi laughed, rubbing Hawks back as he saw his neck and ears turn red.

“Shit…” Hawks let out a groan. He had forgotten about that… tomorrow was going to be a long day. Dabi let out a laugh, hugging Hawks tightly to his body.

“A problem for tomorrow Birdy, get some rest for now” Dabi sighed, pulling the blanket over the two of them and relaxing back into the mattress, clutching his Birdy closely to his chest. He finally had him, he wasn't going to let him go any time soon.

#my hero academia #hawks smut #dabi smut #hawks x dabi #mha smut #my hero acadamia smut #boku no hero academia #bnha #mha #keigo takami #toya todoroki #hawks #dabi #dabihawks #dabihawks smut #NinesWritings

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pocketramblr · 2 years

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Ask game: 38. “They’re coming. Kiss me!” for tddk, please!

I could link to the same prompt with the same ship or. I could do it again electric boogaloo

... Anyone ever read The Wide Awake Princess?

"They're coming." Prince Shoto shouldn't look so beautiful, lit by the harsh blue light of the enemy on their heals, face blank against the fear that thrummed in Izuku's heart. "Kiss me, do it now."

Izuku could have choked, if he felt he even had enough air before for it.

"What- but that's not the plan-"

"Better than letting them catch us now. Most of the plan is the same anyway. You can get us out of there."

"We don't even know the- if the kiss will work like that-"

Shoto's hands were on his shoulders.

"Midoriya. I trust you."

Izuku took a breath, then kissed him.

It was wonderful, the small part of his brain that wasn't screaming noted, until Shoto went limp and Izuku barely caught him.

He looked beautiful now too, face relaxed in sleep like it wasn't when he was awake.

Izuku almost wanted to laugh.

"I can't believe that worked." He breathed.

"Yeah, I can't believe it either." Another voice drawled, and Izuku jumped, clutching Shoto a bit tighter.

A man stood against a tree, hawk on his arm. Golden eyes glinted in the night.

"I happen to know King Todoroki went through a lot of trouble to keep his heir curse free. So it's interesting that as I swoop down to see the two of you enjoying yourself, he gets hit right with a sleeping curse." The eyes tilt a bit, studying him. "How'd you do it, kid?"

Izuku swallowed. "Who wants to know?"

"You know who." A second voice said, another figure stepping through the trees- this one illuminated, by a fire along his arm.

"Dabi." Izuku gulped.

"In the flesh."

"So, how'd you do it?" The other repeated. "And why?"

"Why?" Izuku repeated, hysteria beginning to show. "Why? Because I should have been happy that his majesty dragged me out of bed one morning and said we had to flee, that the King was sending us out? I should have been happy he noticed me of any servant and take me from the castle, I should have been pleased the King only threatened my mother to get us to turn back? I should be thrilled and brave that he'd rather us both be killed by the League of Demons than return home? I should be thrilled my one plan worked and now I'm facing down two of you alone?"

Dabi stared.

The other blinked slowly.

"Well, that's a lot to take in. Did you not think your plan would work?"

Izuku looked down, still shaking. "I thought he'd kill me faster than either of you for it, at least."

"So, that's the why," Dabi shook his head, "which I didn't care about. The how?"

Izuku shrugged. "Secret. Why should I tell you, you'd just kill me then."

"Smart, skilled at sorcery, and scared shitless." Dabi mused. "You'd make a good recruit. We'll take you to Shigaraki, you can show off your skill, beats working for his majesty or Enji Todoroki, doesn't it?"

"I guess..." Izuku looked up. "Ok. You're on."

"Good. Hawks, lead him through."

Hawks smiled, and beckoned as a smokey portal opened through the trees.

Izuku followed with Shoto over his shoulders, counting to six before Dabi tried to strike.

He turned, arm out, and diffused the magic of the fire spell before he continued quickly through the shrinking portal.

Shigaraki tried to turn him to dust three seconds after he emerged, but his magic likewise failed him.

Izuku was offered a job, which he took with as little trepidation showing as he could manage.

- - -

The best part was that Shigaraki’s Demon Lord apparently understood Izuku’s desire to lock the sleeping prince in a cell only he could access, so it wasn’t too hard to keep Shoto safe from his highly fratricidal brother.

The worst part, Izuku felt, was every other part of their plan.

Their plan was such:

Izuku was magicless. Not merely bereft, Magic itself could not touch him.

He had what King Todoroki wanted for his heir- complete invulnerability to curses and hexes.

Unfortunately, he also had what King Todoroki desperately did not want- an inability to manage even the slightest spell. Magical words could not even pass Izuku’s lips if he tried to speak them, even though he could read them and knew how they should sound.

And the King had good reason to want to have Shoto protected from curses- the royal family of that kingdom was constantly under something or another. It honestly made Izuku feel glad both that he was from more peaceful lands, and that he was magicless.

According to Shoto, his father occasionally turned into a demon, his older sister had fallen into a sleep until her true love woke her, and his older brother was doomed to burn with each spell he cast.

(His other older brother was cursed to be forgotten whenever one turned away from him.)

Only Shoto had escaped, and through great unethical effort on the King’s part.

That was why he was so sure his plan would work.

The curse on the eldest princess of the family to sleep until her true love woke her with a kiss- unless Izuku happened to step nearby, when the magic would fail and she’d blink awake until he left the room.

If Izuku kissed the youngest prince of the family, the magical protections on him should fail- and the family’s history of curses turn inward.

He’d fall asleep with a kiss- if that kiss happened to be someone who’d warp the magic a certain way.

And, insane as the theory was, it worked.

There was one problem though.

Izuku wasn’t sure how to wake him up, after he’d destroyed the rest of the Demons by striping their power (and in some cases, motives) from him.

Hawks- apparently actually Lord Takami, from Todoroki’s court who had realized Izuku was lying about his story because he didn’t recognize him from that castle’s staff- had suggested that if the end of one curse had become the beginning of the other, they should try to follow that and have someone who hated Shoto yell at him,or say something nice.

They’d dragged Dabi in to test that theory, but it didn’t work.

Or at least, the first one didn’t work, they couldn’t force him to say something nice but figured it wouldn’t have panned out either.

They made their way back to the castle on foot, and Hawks had quickly spread word of Izuku taking down the League after preventing a curse from killing Prince Shoto. The whole court searched for a way to wake Shoto, but to no avail.

Other sorcerers and sages were called, until finally a short old man called Torino came in.

He didn’t even bother with Shoto lying on the bed, just walked straight towards Izuku.

“So, you did this.” he started. “Let’s get to undoing it then.”

Izuku blinked. “But I can’t undo it, it was caused by not-magic.”

Torino stared at him. “You not-magiced the protection from his curses.”

“Aye.”

“But you didn’t not-magic the curses themselves, or he wouldn’t be snoozing now.”

“I... guess not, they’re all family curses though-”

“Doesn’t matter. You got two ways of fixing this, lad. You can either decrease your not-magic so it the protections return and he awakens, or you can increase your not-magic so the curses are fully negated. Instead of being half-way, turn your power to one side or the other.”

Izuku stared, but- well, it did sort of make sense. Magical fire didn’t touch him, but he could entirely put one out if he tried. He’d always attributed that to increasing his physical range though, not his magiclessness itself.

But he’d also stopped Shigaraki’s curse in a second, while Kurogiri’s portal had merely started to shrink in his presence.

Huh.

If he’d been augmenting the strength of his not-magic all along, then he’d probably managed to kiss Shoto to sleep because he’d had an end in mind. That’s how spells with magic were supposed to work at least anyway, it could be similar.

Izuku considered.

If he decreased his magiclessness, Shoto should wake and return to normal, though there was a chance his protections against curses would be slightly weaker for having been broken a while.

If he increased it instead, targeting the curses... could he stop the whole family’s at once?

It wouldn’t hurt to try.

Izuku took Shoto’s hand, and pushed inward.

The curses strained against him, but couldn’t really put up a fight once he touched them and moved past, avoiding where he imagined Shoto’s spellcasting ability to be.

Shoto’s eyes blinked open.

He sat up right away, looking around.

“I assume because I’m not in the League’s lair and you’re not in chains, it all worked?”

Izuku burst into tears and pulled Shoto tight.

“It worked!” Natsuo shouted, running from the room. “It worked, he’s awake!”

“Is that Natsuo?” Shoto asked, awkwardly patting Izuku’s back and ignoring the tears soaking them both. “Wait- I can remember Natsuo!”

The third prince’s words mingled in the hall with more cries that Princess Fuyumi had awoken as well, and while her room was empty.

“I knew you could do it.” Shoto sounded far too pleased, but Izuku didn’t even care.

“It worked. I’ll listen to everything you ever say.”

“Really?” Shoto pulled away finally, wiping Izuku’s tears with his sleeve, uncaring of the fine fabric. “Even if I tell you to kiss me again?”

Izuku froze, but he found no sign of jest or desperation anywhere.

He swallowed, then it was his turn to say “I trust you” and Shoto’s turn to lean in to kiss him.

Neither collapsed into any kind of sleep immediately afterwards.

#OTL #well that one was long #gentrychild #Pocket talks to people #prompt game

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trashballerina · 2 years

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JJBA Fic Recs Part 3

Hello! I like all these fics but the little star ⭐ means its extra funky. I’m sorry these are almost all from part 5. I swear its not my favorite part. First two links are for fic recs part 1 and 2

Jojo Fic Rec 1

Jojo Fic Rec 2

a guide to self-care: by pannacotta fugo and purple haze distortion by icaberries (oneshot) ⭐

“Stands are a manifestation of our souls,” she says, voice clipped with professionalism yet soothing as she pets the brown, doglike Stand curled up around Fugo’s shoulders. “What they feel, you feel. If we cannot take care of ourselves, we can project our needs to our Stands and deliver it through them. If we do not know how we feel, we can look into our Stands and understand ourselves. By caring for your Stand, you care for yourself, although not directly.”

“I don’t know where to begin.” Haze isn’t like the Sex Pistols who are easily pacified by food. He’s not like Spice Girl who can express herself and her needs freely.

Fugo learns how to take care of himself and Purple Haze, with a little help from his friends.

Thoughts: LETS GOOO Fugo Trish friendship supremacy. Also I’m such a huge fan of stand centric fics so I’m automatically bias. Fugo enjoyers should def check this one out. It’s a good fic. Just Fugo learning to love himself and what more could you want??

Piove Sul Bagnato by pearliegloom

“I apologise Signore...?” “Kujo. Kujo Jotaro.” “I apologise Signor Kujo. I don’t believe I heard you correctly…?” “Your biological father is the stand-wielding master vampire, Dio Brando, who, in 1889, stole my great-great grandfather’s body and attempted to take over the world. I killed him once, nearly fifteen years ago now- but it seems… The bastard just won’t stay dead.” Giorno blinks at him before motioning for Mista to refill his wine glass. “Leave the bottle,” he tells him.

Thoughts: The summary looks a bit janky but the fic is spaced out. The fic is OOC but funny as hell, and consider the author and I just enjoy seeing Giorno and Dio being sassy. Jotaro/Rohan is not something I ship but man,,,,, I was forced to enjoy it okay. Rohan was just so funny I couldn’t not like it. Damn you author, I might seek out more now. All character interactions are just gold and I keep coming back for serotonin. Like, here’s a very small interaction

Mista is still frowning, studying Dio’s face like it was going to be on a test.

Giorno just watches him do it- watches the cogs in his head turn like a complicated old clock.

“...He’s kind of hot.”

“Mista. No.”

Very Funny 10/10

5 Times Giorno Relied On Narancia by li2

+ 1 time the rest of the team noticed.

Thoughts: Just as the title says. What more do you want?? Its sweet and I love the orange boy.

And Another One Bites the Dust by Origamidragons (oneshot)

In which quirks are mistaken for Stands, Stands are mistaken for quirks, and weird hand-related complexes are in abundance.

Or: Tomura Shigaraki and Yoshikage Kira switch places. They have fun. Nobody else does.

Thoughts: I never knew I needed to see Local Mega Bestie Bros Josuke and Okuyasu make Shigaraki their bro. I never knew that’s what I needed. Kira has a ball and the rest of the league collectively lose their damn mind. Please give them rest. Its a very fun fic. It feels very fast paced because of how often the point of views switch but it really keeps my attention as I read because I can get distracted from longer fics.

somebody's baby boy ain't coming home tonight by simkjrs (oneshot) ⭐

He rolls back the sleeve on his left arm and looks at the scabbed-over words that have been cut into his skin.

KASAI 181 BRING PEN

It’s not like Jotaro makes it a habit to listen to what other people say to him, but this is too strange of a case. He doesn’t remember doing this to himself, but if he didn’t do it, then who? And if he did do it, then why can’t he remember?

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Four months after Egypt, and there is something strange happening back at home.

Thoughts: author wHY WOULD YOU WRITE THIS that hurt. Jotaro centirc and it’s a long one shot. As per the authors words, “ I'm just sitting here like can everyone grow up and read this really fucked up and evil thing I wrote already?” Just some warnings real quick part 6 spoilers and there are some extra warnings in the notes. There’s an oc if that counts at a warning but we love the oc so read it. Once again, that hurt. Very well written. I felt very immersed in Jotaro’s thoughts and feelings. It felt so raw at some points. The ending is very good so go read

#Jojo Part 5 #JoJo's Bizarre Adventure #JJBA #jjba fanfic #fanfic recs #fic recs #fanfiction recommendation #jojo fic recs #giorno giovanna #jotaro kujo

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about

Heya, I'm Moon, and welcome to my selfship care blog! This blog is mainly for selfshippers who can't get what they need from typical blogs like these. As said before, I'm a trans male 22-years-old, who's gray aroace mlm. I like history, creative writing, philosophy, studying mythologies, folklore etc, horror, the moon, nighttime, and the stars! I'm a pretty chill guy, I tend to sometimes have a short fuse but it has gotten better over the years!

rules

Please specify what character and fandom your f/o is from. If you want to add a picture of your s/i, go for it!

I won't know EVERY fandom and I'll read up on them to get the overall vibe.

Please let me know what you want within your request.

Please do not rush me or pester me when I'll get them done. I am an adult and I have a life outside of here.

If I need to tag any triggers please let me know!

I won't do anything that falls under the label of proship / comship / dead dove.

Have fun!

Live-action f/o's are allowed.

I have the right to refuse any request.

what i do

-aesthetics -moodboards -little blurbs of a pov from your f/o -letters from your f/o -selfcare packages fandoms i WON'T do -boyfriend to death -yandere simulator -your boyfriend -killing stalking -attack on titan dni

Terfs, MAPs, transmeds, proshippers/anti-antis, anti lgbtq+, you exclude ace, aro, and aroace people, if you are into yanderecore/or associate with people who are into yanderecore, if you support dsmp/mcyt, you like Your Boyfriend, Boyfriend to Death, Yandere Simulator, Killing Stalking, you support Fuboo, the creators behind Boyfriend to Death, you support Yandere Dev, exclude xenogenders / neo pronouns, you ship yourself with minors/or deage yourself to do this.

(teeth divider by mmadeinheavenn.) If anyone is curious, my f/o is Tomura Shigaraki! If you selfship yourself with Tomura Shigaraki, I'd prefer if you dni.

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lavenderwhore444 · 3 years

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hi! can i request soft shiggy where reader and him are just cuddling and sharing sweet kisses/words? thank you! <3

yes! Yes! Sorry, this took so long. I just got over covid, and I could barely stay awake 😅 it's pretty short; I'm sorry my brain is still loading in.

InteractiveFics

Master List

If you want to use interactive fics, it's easy and makes reading fics SO much better. First, you download the Google Chrome extension. You'll see it in the top right corner of your screen. Next, you enter your name in the first box. If you want to change something other than y/n, please click on the text that says “want to change something other than y/n?” here, you can change any word you want to a different word. When I talk about your quirk I will use y/q

here’s a song i like ☺️

Saying it was late was an understatement. It was that weird twilight zone between early morning and night. Tomura was curled into your side and despite the late hour, you wouldn't have it any other way.

“And then I used my last powerup my very last one and I still fucking lost! I wasted it on that dumb tournament, ”

Shigaraki had been complaining about his game for the past hour. You didn't mind; hearing his voice was always music to your ears no matter what he was saying.

“I'm sorry, babe, ” you said, stroking his hair, “I think you did a good job, ”

“Well, that's what you have to say since you're my girlfriend. You don't mean it, ” he said.

“Of course I mean it, Shiggy. I think you're amazing. So amazing, ” you reassured him.

“Whatever, ” he mumbled obviously flustered.

You ran your fingers over the scars on his neck. You moved his head from the crook of your neck so he was face to face with you. Your lips ghosted over the scars on his eye and lips. His cheeks quickly became a light shade of pink that stood out against his pale skin.

You couldn't help the triumphant grin that stretched over your face. You finally kissed him properly, scratching his head with your nails. He hummed happily, resting his hands on the sides of your stomach (pinky up of course, even though he had his artists gloves on)

“Sometimes I think that this is all a dream, ” he said after pulling away, “it's too good to be true. We've got the upper hand on the heroes. We found a new safe house. Hell, even Dabi is behaving himself, ”

You chuckled at the last part.

“And, ” he whispered, “the most beautiful girl in the world is laying in bed with me. I'm so worried you're going to disappear y/n. Sometimes I hold you so tight that it's hard to breathe. It's not on purpose. I just don't want you to leave, ”

You looked so beautiful in the blue light of his PC. He wished he could hold you closer, but it was clearly impossible. He settled for draping his leg over your hip and wrapping his arms around your torso.

“I think you're the prettiest boy I've ever seen, Tomura Shigaraki. You've gone through so much, and I wish I could go back in time and fix what happened. All I can do is tell you how much I love you and-” you cut yourself off as your eyes widened.

“Love me?” he whispered after a few moments of silence.

“Y-yeah. I- I love you, Tomura, ” you said, stroking his cheek, “you don't have to say it back, ”

“I love you too, y/n. And that scares me so much. Everyone I ever loved...i lost. And I don't...i don't want to lose you. Ever. It's like I'm cursed, ” he said.

“You are not cursed Tomura Shigaraki. I won't leave you. Never ever. Not in a million years will I wake up without you next to me, ” you said before kissing him.

You tried to pour every ounce of love inside of you into the kiss you were sharing with him, and he did the same. Trying desperately to hold you even closer. To eliminate the nonexistent space between the two of you.

“Love you, ” he whispered, “love you, love you, love you, love you. Forever, ”

“For longer than forever, ” you corrected him.

“I'm pretty sure there's nothing longer than forever y/n, ” he said “that's the point of forever, ”

“Well...shush, ” you grumbled, having no response.

“Let's get some sleep, honey. I don't want you to be tired tomorrow, ” he said.

“That ship has sailed, ” you yawned, tucking his head under your chin.

You wrapped your arms around his small frame and buried your face in his hair.

“Babe, ” you said.

“Yeah?” he responded.

“We’re showering tomorrow. Your hair is all greasy, ” you said.

He laughed softly, “yes ma'am, ”

#tomura x reader #tomura imagine #shigaraki tenko #tomura x y/n #mha tomura #tomura shiragaki #tomurashigaraki #shigaraki tomura #shigaraki x reader #mha shiggy #mha shigaraki #shigaraki fluff

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boytouya · 3 years

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Can I please request an ftm reader who's in a relationship with tomura? where has a tik tok where he posts about jokes, dead memes, food. Hot topics in Japan, screaming randomly seeing a little frog at the Park all while speaking English so basically live stream where reader consumes all types of hot wings and sauces where the viewers see the LOV while seeing the mystery famous tomura shigaraki brings jugs of milk and laughter. Would tomura learn English to understand his bf tik tok? As readers fanbase they hear language barriers which is why reader can get away with it.

𝐂𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐚 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐩𝐞𝐫

a/n: if anyone is fluent in japanese please let me know if i wrote something wrong or used the wrong tone!

Warnings: me using unreliable sources for japanese, brief mention of shig’s childhood

You didn’t want to consider yourself an influencer. Sure, you had over four hundred thousand followers, some of which loved to dm you random things, ask questions about personal life, and seek out advice. You even had a Japanese following, probably because you taught phrases to your viewers every once in a while and it had peaked their interest. And okay, maybe you worked on a brand deal or two. But you hated the idea of being labeled as an influencer. You were just a man doing what he loved, cracking jokes about your favorite subjects, telling stories, sharing recipes, livestreams showcasing your favorite places in Japan. Your boyfriend, leader of the League Of Villains, Tomura Shigaraki, only knew broken English. It was often taught at a young age, but because of his childhood he never got to fully learn the subject. Plus, with barriers to his memory, it made it harder for him to understand your TikToks. Every Friday you take the time to teach him common phrases, though! He still liked every video, tuned into every livestream, and let you use his phone if you needed two of them. You never planned things out, you just went with what called out to you for the day.

Your last TikTok livestream had been a wild one, you were rambling about your spice tolerance when someone in the chat had mentioned trying the Hot Wing Challenge. It blew up overnight, and you woke up to your twitter chiming with excitement over such a simple suggestion.

That led you to where you were now, blinding yourself with a ring-light and setting up Tomura’s phone. You tried your best to hide anything that gave away your own, along with your roommates’, whereabouts. After doing so you adjusted your shirt and started your live, smiling at the camera. The chat rolled in whilst you struggled to read questions. After a failed attempt at reading them out loud, you pick up the plates beside you and hold them up to the camera.

“You guys wanted me to try it,” You hold up multiple different sauces, one of which has a skull and crossbones over it. Surely you’d be paying for this later when you need to use the bathroom. “They all ship at different times.”

Behind you, a raspy voice asks a question that the audience can't translate, but they put pieces together as you laugh and shake your head. You respond with "Damare!” (Shut up!) before making a show of putting way too much sauce on a drumstick and sinking your teeth into it with faux aggression. You chew quickly, hoping that the faster it’s gone the less it’ll obliterate your taste buds. It doesn't necessarily taste good, and even if you like spicy food it isn’t exactly satisfactory on the tongue. You must be making a funny face because there’s two more sets of laughter behind you, and the chat is moving much faster than before.

There are five levels and five different drumsticks, so only four more to go. A voice that doesn’t belong to Tomura, but a cheery teenage girl, almost breaks the sound barrier as she chants “Skip it! Skip it! Go to the last level!”

Curse Toga and her influence. She was a popular guest (though it was her voice only), lots of people had commented how they loved her when you made a collaborative TikTok with her, and she had a huge impact on your viewers. The chat that had just been telling you you needed to every wing had now jumped to telling you to move onto the spiciest level, just because Dracula incarnate had just told you to.

“Fine!” You grumble, picking up the smallest drumstick and pouring a generous amount of ‘Blair’s Ultra Death Sauce’ on the small wing. The moment you let it sit on your tongue you regret it, forcing yourself to swallow and tapping the table aggressively. “What the fuck? What the fuck?!”

Your nose is runny, tears fall from your eyes and you make the mistake of rubbing them away with your palm. Shooting up from your seat with a groan, the only thing you can say is “Water! Tsumetaimizu! (Cold water)”

Your skeleton nearly jumps from your body when Tomura (or at least you think it’s him, you can barely tell from squinting your eyes in effort to remediate the burn. He hands you a glass of milk with maniacal laughter. There are people in the chat bullying him for his laugh, calling him cute, and freaking out because they think they recognize him.

“Manuke, (Dumbass)” Tomura laughs mid sentence, the milk slightly spilling onto his fingers as you rush to grab it from him. “You should see your face right now.”

You chug the glass down, wondering if squeezing some into your eyes would help with the burn. You force them to fully open, watching as every member doubles over with laughter. Of course they’d laugh at the suffering of others.

“Our eyes match,” Tomura says quietly. Then, he picks up your half eaten drumstick and takes a bite, making a high noise in the back of his throat. You get ready to laugh in his face and call him a moron, but he doesn’t seem phased at all. Quite the opposite, really. “Totemo oishii desu (It’s very tasty).” He says with a smirk. You’d kiss the stupid look off his face if there wasn’t sauce on his lips and an audience of nineteen thousand.

#🥞. shiggy #tomura shigaraki x you #shigaraki x male reader #bnha x male reader #mha x male reader #bnha x trans reader #x trans reader #shigaraki x y/n

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villainsandvictimsalliance · 3 years

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asked a million times, will ask another million again: shigadabi for the ship meme!

LET'S GO SHIGADABI NATION. THIS IS A QUESTION I'LL NEVER STOP ANSWERING. SO SEND IT AS MANY TIMES AS YOU WANT.

You guys know why I love this ship? This is god material, ladies and gentlemen and my fellow nb friends. This is "against the odds, even after all the suffering and the trauma we've been through, here we are. Two lost boys in the hands of fortune and fate".

This is the ship that keeps happening in every alternative universe. Somehow, they find they're way to each other time and time again. Their real identities and their current identities are intertwined, so there's no scape. The more they try to get away, the more they fall into the other.

And I'm gonna put the cut in here because this is going to be a long one with spoilers from the manga, so let's enjoy the ride.

Tenko had black hair, red eyes. Touya had red hair (it became white later) with blue eyes. After going through their respective traumas, they changed. Shimura Tenko, now Shigaraki Tomura, got his hair blue and later white. Todoroki Touya, now Dabi, dyed his hair black.

Let's start with Shimura Tenko and Todoroki Touya, shall we?

Do you see where I want to go? They share the color palette. No? Still aren't you convinced? Well, mix white and black, mix red and blue, and you're going to obtain gray and purple, the other two colors that Shigaraki and Dabi share.

They both come from notorious hero families with money. They both had siblings, siblings that didn't protect them because it was not their jobs to do so. Siblings that would do anything to mend it. Mothers that failed them by not being able to get them out of their abusive houses, fathers that broken them so much, they still have flashbacks.

They even wear a sort of parody of their families hero costumes. Dabi's sacrs are a parallel of Endeavor's suit and Shigaraki's outfit when he got All For One was a parallel to Nana Shimura's suit too.

They both have their own arcs, being two of the most important arcs in the manga when it comes to the falling of Hero Society. They're respectively calling out the two best heroes on Japan, pointing out how fake they are. Yes, you can look for it in the manga, there's a parallel between Endeavor and All Might, because they've failed Touya and Tenko and they almost broke Izuku and Shoto.

If you ship TodoDeku, let me tell you some news: Dabi and Shigaraki are their parallels. They share the same story, but the difference is that Shoto and Izuku found someone to rescue them and had friends. Tenko and Dabi were abandoned and isolated from society.

And yes, in the manga, it is clear that Izuku wants to save Shigaraki as much as Shoto wants to save Dabi. Because they understand.

Shigaraki and Dabi are not in a mental state to ask for help and they won't. Who are they going to ask for help anyway? The same society that failed them and turned them into villians and tried to killed them every time? Denying their voices and arguments and identities?

So yes, their speech is pretty similar.

Shigaraki says "this society is corrupted and doesn't work so we need to take it down in order to rebuild it from zero". He doesn't want to be the supreme leader, like AFO. Anyone can do as they please in the new world. He just doesn't want no more corruptelas people in positions of power claiming they're heroes or saints.

Dabi instead, explains that there are no real heroes. Not even one. Shigaraki just wants to live, he's tired and he wants to live. Dabi doesn't. He's suicidal, he wants to make his father pay and then he can die in peace. He wants to show them all that he once believe in heroes and in his father above them all, but they failed him. They're incapable of doing what they say their gonna do. They can't protect them.

Shigaraki and Dabi both feel helpless. They are desperate for some control, just like every victim of abuse is. They want people to acknowledge the things the hero society did to them, to say that their hurt is valid.

And that's exactly why this ship is for me one of the best ships in the whole bnha / mha world.

The things they've gone through are things that cannot be explained. Not even Hawks can understand completely the type of hurt Shigaraki and Dabi has gone through. A cut só deep they can't forget or forgive. They have said it. They can't forget. They can't forgive. Not matter what people tells them, they're trapped in their memories, in the loop of the feelings of the moment when it all fell apart.

But they don't have to explain themselves when they're together. Dabi can say "none of the recruits were worth it" and Shigaraki doesn't ask. Shigaraki can tell part of his story and Dabi won't even blink. They have this agreement: we say what we want to say, we do what we want to do, we use each other to reach our goals, but we don't ask, we don't ask for something we're not ready to give.

When you've been through a lot, sometimes you find comfort in being with someone that doesn't demand you stuff. You can let your guard down because you don't have to take care of them. If you hurt them, well, they knew you were dangerous, right? And they don't interact with you with pity or sorrow or like if you were made of glass. You're equals. You don't need any of that bullshit.

In the meantime, you start feeling comfortable. No restrictions, no rules, no expectations. So you are just... Yourself. And you don't feel the need to destroy as much as before because there's no one making you angry. There's no one making you sad. You can go and argue with him for a little but... It's pointless. You're comfortable around him. He makes you feel... Safe, maybe?

And then shit's go down. Because you start to laugh when you want to laugh and you start to relax and be more friendly. And he does the same, because you two are not trying to impress anybody. You don't care if you're gross, he doesn't care if he's mean. You two know the worst the other can do, so it's not like someone can point the worst in them to make you change your mind. You've already know it.

The surprise comes when he starts showing his best side and you do the same. Oh boy, oh boy, that's dangerous. Even more dangerous than his hands when they're ready to kill, are his eyes when his looking at you across the room and they're glowing. Why are they glowing. Way are they looking at you like that. Why he is suddenly calling your name and you are feeling weird. It's not annoyance. It's... It's something else.

And if they ever tell each other the full truth about their pasts, well, the bond will only get deeper.

That's the funny part. I see Shigaraki as a demisexual and Dabi as a demiromantic. That means, Shigaraki doesn't feel sexual attraction unless he has a deep bond with someone and Dabi doesn't feel romantic attraction until he is close to someone in a feeling-mind type of way.

That means that Dabi is making Shigaraki explore his sexuality and Dabi is falling in love with Shigaraki AND THEY HATE IT. NO. They hate the idea of being vulnerable around the other but it makes sense. They hate that fact even more. They hate that it's only getting better and they're only getting closer. They hate the fact that they can read each other minds so easily or understand the other with few words between them. They are becoming predictable. They're getting frustrated.

And with frustration comes the sexual tension. Oops. And with the sexual activities, comes the vulnerable moments and the confessions. They're getting intimate. And it's too late to pretend that it's not happening.

Now I need to apologize for ranting for so long about them. But I told you all. I told you guys. This is my otp. I have Shigadabi brainrot. It's terminal.

What's the point of saying they are my 10/10, fav ship in the fandom, if I already wrote this much. Dear @viruscide, look what you've done. I hope you're proud and I hope you enjoy my spiral into insanity.

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YANDERE ALL FOR ONE X F! READER

In this chapter: All For One gets a manicure. The reader gets a headache.

Entire story rating: Explicit

Entire Story TW: Rape/Noncon, gore (non-reader directed), All For one too many kinks to count them all. Highly mentally and sexually abusive relationship. This story is absolutely not for minors and readers should consult the warnings/tags at the top before reading.

Read the entire story at: Archive of Our Own

Chapter 28 Excerpt:

Shigaraki loosed your arm as you entered the compact storefront, leading you by the hand instead. He strolled to the back and pointed to a few rows dedicated to nail polishes. Most of the colors were beiges or pinks. Among them, you could pick out a few juicy reds and glitters. The little glass bottles sparkled under the fluorescent lights.

“Go on,” he prompted, waving his hand like a father shooing their child off to the playground. He put his hands in his pockets.

You squatted down, eyes scanning over the different brands. The two with the most colors were Canmake and Nailholic. Seeing all the colors laid out brought back memories of high school days long gone. Canmake had been your friend Kana’s favorite. She preferred the subtle pinks. If she were there “Peach Latte N18” would have been perfect for when she did her french tips. Meanwhile, your friend Hanako, secretly lusting to be a Kogal, always loved the vibrant colors that would get her in trouble at school. Nail Holic’s bold aqua sparkle BL971 would have been her favorite (especially because it contained the letters “BL”). Finally, your friend Chiharu always wanted her nails white. No brand loyalty. No sparkles. No color. Just plain, bland, white. Half the time you wondered if she just painted them with paper correction fluid.

Seeing the bottles staring right at you was like falling through a portal in time. In an instant, you were back on the floor of your bedroom, smelling the acetone remover. Utada Hikaru’s “Automatic” was playing in the background as the three of you gossiped about boys and the future. Kana always had a hot boyfriend, but they were always dumb as a box of rocks. Hanako couldn’t stop shipping the baseball team long enough to look for herself. Chiharu would be sitting on the bed, flipping through her book, pretending she didn’t care. The way her ears twitched told you she did.

And you? Well, you’d just been quietly hoping for the very traditional dream of a loving, handsome husband who appreciated your cooking and wanted kids.

Too bad your friends were probably all dead at the hands of your cruel, handsome husband who utterly adored your cooking and really wanted kids.

As your eyes glazed over, a firm hand shook your shoulder.

“My dear?”

You looked up, tears starting the well in your eyes.

Shigaraki’s face fell from a proud smile into a concerned curiosity. His hand reached out and stroked your head. “Is something the matter?”

You wiped your eyes with your sleeve. “I just…” You paused as his fingers grazed you scalp. A spike of phantom pain tugged at your skull as aching memories of him, in the car, yanking the strands from your skin played across your mind. Cringing at the thought of a repeat performance, you tried to think of something that wouldn’t make him angry again. Your eyes fell to the tile. Softly, you murmured: “Just feeling a bit sentimental I guess”

“Ah… ” He ran his hand through your hair, letting his nails scrape along your head. It sent a pleasant tickling down your spine. “Well, you are rather hormonal right now. I suppose you becoming overly emotional is to be expected.”

Just like your husband being a dismissive, self-obsessed bag of dicks is to be expected, right, Dar-ling?

You sat silent as simmering anger bubbled quietly in the back of your mind. You crossed your arms along your knees and pretended to give a flying about his stupid nail polish. It wasn’t going well.

All at once, you heard the buzzing of Shigaraki’s phone. He stood and reached into his pocket and pulled it out. You lifted your head and stared at it in horror. Your husband tapped open the message, his eyes scanning the screen. With a frown, they flicked to you. “Ah,” he muttered in a hard voice.

Thanks, Katsumi. Thanks a lot.

“Well.” He tucked the phone back into your pocket. “I can’t say I’m pleased to hear you are thinking of others when I’m the one trying to give you a special treat.”

You threw yourself to your feet, mouth opened wide to protest but he already had your arm in his hand. Before you could speak, you were out the door and being dragged along the street. Your shoulder hurt as his long legs set an uncomfortable pace.

“I had hoped that the cheaper brands would make you feel less concerned about “the budget”.” He sent you an irritated glare that silenced your would-be protests before they could even leave your lips. “I should have anticipated this I suppose,” he grumbled to himself. “Rather short-sighted of me to not just have Katsumi handle it.” The corner of his lip twitched. “This is what I get for being too soft with you.”

“Tsu-Tsukasa?” you called in hesitation. Your husband didn’t look back. You winced as you nearly tripped on your own toe. Your ankle snagged on a crack in the sidewalk and a tinge of pain shot up your leg. “You’re hurting me…”

Your husband came to a halt, flinging you in a circle by your wrist until you were forced to face him. He snatched the other wrist in his hand and squeezed. Your arms ached from the pressure.

“I’m hurting you? I’m hurting you ?” He demanded with a callous laugh. His eyes flashed like the glint of cold steel. “You really can be quite a selfish little thing, can’t you, my dear?”

For that moment, you were frozen to the ground just as you had been at the beach the night the heroes told you to run. Your head pounded in your chest as whispers of your darkest memories warned you to stay still. You closed your eyes, your body beginning to tremble under the oppressive aura. Your head ducked into your shoulders, like a turtle into its shell.

All at once, you felt a warm touch on your cheek. Your eyes creaked open only to meet ice blue orbs. The soft strokes on your skin didn’t match the cold irritation in his eyes.

“Why do you insist on putting everyone else before me?” he murmured. “Every little thing I do and it’s never enough, is it?” All For One leaned down and pressed his forehead against yours. “You’re the one that said you wanted to free yourself from your past and yet you refuse to move on.” He frowned. “Do you enjoy trying my patience? Is it some sort of game to you?”

Your jaw trembled.

All For One’s mouth was set in a grim line as he gripped your chin. “Answer me!" he insisted, giving you a shake.

The bubbling fire in your blood seemed to grow by the second. Fueled by fear, the flame of rage filled your veins until there was no more give. There was a nearly audible “snap” as your composure tore open to expose the raw tension underneath. With a sharp inhale you glared at him.

“You’re the one that won’t be happy no matter what I say!” you pointed out, stamping your foot.

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jeehye · 3 years

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© all written work is created by JEEHYE. boku no hero academia is a manga created by kohei horikoshi. i do not claim to own bnha / mha and the characters that are from the manga / anime. header by mangaterials

requests are: open

please refer to this before hitting me up with a request, ask, or before simply approaching my work!

—just because you request a fic/headcannon/etc, does not mean i am obligated to do it! so please do not yell at me if i look past it, i am a crybaby hero-san :c i will do my best to try to write stuff for you, but i am also very busy person.

—i try my very best to keep my writings somewhat gender-neutral, unless specified in the tags, but i would like to say my “reader” tends to come off more feminine, so i am very sorry if my writings are not for you or i do not write yourself correctly when you request something! you can always specify, but there are things i have no knowledge about.

—please be nice! constructive criticism is okay and welcomed, bullying and lashing out because of “i didn’t write your favorite character correctly” is not. all writers have different views and takes on each character, so please do not say “oh this writer wrote ___ better”, i am sure they wrote it well, but i am not them and they are not me. a lot of times fanfic writers are writing, not for monetary gain, but because they love to and want to share it with their readers, so please be kind.

—18+ content, means 18+ content. if you see “18+, do not interact” or “18+, dni”, DO NOT INTERACT! i started off writing sfw work, but i am exploring into 18+ work as well; so well my content may sometimes be minor safe, it sometimes may not be. i will check from time to time if minors are interacting / liking my 18+ work, and if i see a minor liking it—well i am sorry honey but i gotta block you for your safety, so please be careful.

—please read the warnings carefully, i do not want to make anyone uncomfortable and so if you see something that could be a potential trigger to you—avoid it! i try to keep all my writings under “read more” button just to be extra careful, but sometimes it could be bugged so please look carefully! and if there is a trigger i forgot to add onto a warning, please, please let me know—i don’t want anyone hurting from my works (｡•́︿•̀｡)

—my writings may be spoiler free (unless specified), but the things i reblog may not be! so, if you do not read the manga and don’t want to be spoiled, please do not follow me.

i will never write, under any circumstance:

— explicit content for characters under the age of 18.

i have an absolute zero policy for explicit content with minors, ESPECIALLY pedophilia. if i see a pedophilia request, i will block and report you. i do not take pedophilia lightly, and neither does the US government ᕕ( ᐛ )ᕗ please note, that doesn’t mean i am against writing sfw content for minor aged characters (like deku, bakugo, etc), but the reader will be their age too (if that makes sense)—meaning no 18-year-old with 15-year-old shit. and if i ever were to write explicit content for those characters, they will be aged-up!

other things i probably won’t write:

and nothing against people who do write these things, these are just things that are simply not my cup of tea, or i have no knowledge about.

— character x character ship, unless it is poly with reader

— pegging / rimming / ass-eating

i don’t mind exploring a dominate reader, but idk about pegging that is done by a fem!reader :c

— feces / piss

— bestiality

— mental illnesses that i don’t have adequate knowledge about

— ageplay / petplay / hybrid animals

i don’t mind writing about a puppy!reader / neko!reader, but that is pretty much it.

who i will write for:

don’t see a character? feel free to ask, these are just my personal favorites!

sfw / 18+: shigaraki tomura, dabi, hawks, overhaul, todoroki natsuo.

sfw/ aged-up 18+: midoriya izuku, bakugo katsuki, todoroki shoto, shinso hitoshi.

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1. So what’s a zine? A magazine or fanzine based around one thing. For this particular zine it will be a collection of artworks and one-shot pieces created by fans for the League of Villains.

2. Will it be physical or digital? Both will be made available for purchase on Gumroad.

3. Will it just be a zine or will there be extras? Zine and Merch will be available; extras will be determined after initial sales have been made.

4. How many contributors will there be? We will be accepting five (5) writers, five (5) merch, and ten (10) artists for this project.

5. What if we need to drop out? If any contributor needs to drop out, they will need to give us a week's notice so that we can contact a backup.

6. Is the zine SFW or is NSFW allowed? SFW, please. So no death and no excessive gore. Blood is fine.

7. Is this limited to certain members of the league or does it include all members? All members! Typically Dabi, Toga, and Shigaraki get a lot of the focus but we would like to feature all of the members of the League.

8. What about the money? Money will be used for printing physical copies, getting merch made and cover the cost of shipping. Anything left over will be donated to a charity of the mods choosing.

While we would love to compensate contributors for working on this project it isn’t something we can promise.

Why?

Because we don’t know how much revenue will be brought it. We don’t know how much we’ll have remaining after production. If we could pay the contributors, we would, but because these factors are unknown, the mods have determined that a charity is the best way to go about it with leftover money.

9. What charity would the money go to? #HateIsAVirus. It’s a movement to combat the xenophobia and racism against Asian Americans fueled by COVID-19. You can check them out and read more about them here: https://hateisavirus.org/

10. What are the requirements for illustrator / comic artist / merch designer applications? We’d like three (3) samples as well as a website you use as a portfolio of art so we can see more work you have done. Please allow one (1) piece to have a background and one (1) of these pieces be My Hero related.

11. What are the requirements for the writer’s application? We ask you show three (3) pieces that you think are your best with a maximum of 2k words. Published or unpublished. We would also like a link to your writing portfolio (AO3, tumblr… whatever it may be). Please also include at least one (1) My Hero works.

12. Is traditional art allowed? It sure is. As long as you’re able to scan your work and give us a high quality image, traditional art is more than welcome and we encourage it.

13. Can I apply for more than one position? Yes! Just keep in mind that you will only be accepted into one of the positions you apply for.

14. Are couples allowed? Implied is fine but please do not make a couple be the main focus of your piece.

15. Can I sell the zine? No, you cannot. Unless you get permission from everyone involved.

16. How can I support this zine? Spread the word, tell your friends, purchase a copy when it’s available, reblog / retweet posts.

17. So I get a copy, right? Yep. By contributing to this zine you will receive a copy of it for yourself.

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cartoonfuel · 1 year

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Mind Games Chapter 9

Chapter 9: True Vision

See Chapter 1 for trigger warnings, rating, etc.

Chapter 10: Don’t Let It Kill You First

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After being binded, blindfolded, gagged, and dragged around for felt like hours, you were grasped by the arm and catapulted into a small room, your body slamming into a cement wall. Following that, the blindfold was aggressively ripped off your head and you were forced to roll over, finding yourself face to face with the scarred villain, Dabi. He was leaning over you, close enough for you to be able to count the number of stitches around his jaw and eyes.

“Don’t try to escape,” he growled, clutching the hair on top of your head with one hand and igniting the other with incandescent blue flames. “Your quirk isn’t really fit for a prison break, so I’d just wait for a hero to arrive if I were you.” He paused, his cyan irises glowing in the firelight. “Oh wait. No hero ever will.”

“Dabi,” an eerily recognizable voice snapped, coming from the doorway. “Shigaraki's asking for you.”

You couldn't believe what you were seeing.

Hawks.

It was Hawks.

Normally, you'd be excited to see the Number Two Hero, but the only feeling flowing into your veins was dread.

Dabi groaned, shutting off his quirk and releasing you. He stood up, stalking off to join Hawks in the hallway. The two slammed the door and locked it behind them, a crimson feather falling to the ground in front of you. The peace and quiet finally reached your ears, allowing for a brief moment of rest. You had been able to read people's minds this entire time, but the constant commotion and influx of psychotic opinions and desires made it nearly impossible to focus.

Just when you thought you had a moment to yourself, the red feather zipped toward you, causing you to jump backward and attempt to guard yourself. However, no pain followed. You moved your hands into view, realizing your wrists had been cut free.

“What are you up to, Hawks…?” you whispered to yourself.

Hawks’ feather came to life again, moving towards the door and slicing the handle clean off. You gulped nervously, feeling as though every ounce of confidence you had gained while at UA had vanished.

You quietly stepped out of the room and into a short hallway, no longer than five meters in length. Across the hall was another small holding room. To your left was what looked like more of a main entrance and to your right were some double doors. Hawks’ feather flew past your ear, moving in the direction of the doors on your left. You trekked down the path, following after the feather and waiting—

I’m so bored, can’t we start a war with the heroes sooner?

I’m having a blast!

Classic Tomura, heh.

I feel like this League never gets anything done.

—waiting to hear any nearby voices or thoughts.

You could hear more and more internal dialogues as you approached the door, but you weren’t sure how far away the sources were. Your gut was telling you to go the other direction, but your brain wanted to know what Hawks had up his sleeve. You weren’t entirely convinced he was a part of the League of Villains.

All of a sudden, the door swung wide open to reveal the villains Twice and Mr. Compress. Behind them was Hawks, his unexpectedly cold demeanor making you want to shrivel up and die on the spot.

It's not what it looks like, Aya.

Let the chase begin!

I knew she would do it!

Play along.

Here we go!

So predictable.

Surprising!

Please.

You blinked at the trio before you, uncertain of whether to say something or run in the opposite direction.

You chose the latter, playing right into the hands of Doppelgänger, who was waiting patiently for you to turn around and run into him.

"Hey,” Doppelgänger smirked deviously, his fingers intertwining with yours. He twirled you around as if you were his dance partner, then sent you flying past the villains, signaling to Hawks. Hawks launched several feathers your direction, the attack pinning you to the wall of what appeared to be the inside of a warehouse.

“Way to string her along, Hawks!” Toga snickered, scampering towards you. “That was way too entertaining. How’s it goin’, Aya?”

“Great,” you retorted with a scowl. "Thanks for asking."

"Haha, she's funny!" Twice proclaimed, his attitude changing dramatically two seconds later. "Actually, she's a pain in my ass!" His thoughts were the ones you'd need to tune out the most...for blatantly obvious reasons.

"And thanks to Hawks," Dabi entered the room, "We got to meet her. Isn't that right?"

Hawks casually shrugged. "It was a coincidence."

Dabi chuckled darkly, glaring daggers at the Pro Hero. "Always so stoic, Hawks. Loosen up."

"Why am I here?" You interrupted bravely. "I know you have a reason."

"I told you, we want to help," Doppelgänger explained, playing with one of his many knives. "That much hasn’t changed. We've seen you struggle with that quirk of yours for a long time now. With me around, I can repair your quirk and make it easier to manage."

You could tell several villains in the room were battling to control their thoughts. Their minds were acting sporadically, meaning they were hiding something from you. "Wait, you told me you could erase quirks, not modify them," you snapped. "And what's with the name? Do you have a twin running around somewhere?"

"That's none of your damn business." Doppelgänger started pacing back and forth. "You see, my quirk didn't develop until very recently, which is uncommon for someone my age. I've had enough time to explore it, develop it...I'm sure you understand."

"Your other option is joining the League," Mr. Compress cut in. "Either way, your quirk is impressive. The League wants to grow you."

"Into a Villain?" you sneered, struggling against the feathers for a moment. “Right, because that went so well for you last time.”

A Villain?

A new and rather disturbing voice sprang into the mix—one you were expecting to hear but ultimately hoping you wouldn't. "No, no, not a Villain," a silhouetted figure interjected, silencing the room. "We all know you don't want to become a Hero or a Villain. You're exactly what we're looking for."

“Why ‘The League of Villains,’ then?” you asked point-blank.

Tomura Shigaraki stepped into the light, his vermillion eyes targeting you like a wolf hunting prey. “We’re actually looking to change that soon. Something more along the lines of a…Liberation Front.”

“What will you be liberating people from exactly?“

“The world’s hierarchical hero society of course. It does nothing but tear people apart from the inside out.”

Aya.

You could say that again, boss.

He’s baiting you.

You glanced over at Hawks, whose expression was very challenging to read. You believed he was trying to tell you something, but he was being cautious, not wanting to spell it out. Either way, you had to be on your toes.

“Yeah?” You said, your gaze returning to Shigaraki. “If I recall correctly, the last time you tried to kidnap someone from UA, things turned south very quickly. What makes you think this will be different?”

”Unlike yourself, Bakugou was sold on someday becoming a Hero.”

“On the bright side,” Spinner cut in, “We managed to destroy the Symbol of Peace.”

“No,” you argued. “No you didn’t. You just created a new one.”

“And who might that be?” Shigaraki interrogated, creeping towards you.

You couldn’t possibly tell them the answer was Izuku Midoriya. So instead, being light on your feet, you gave them a different answer. “Endeavor. Isn’t that obvious?”

Enji Todoroki, the new ‘Symbol of Peace.’

How so upside down this world has become.

I can’t wait to burn it all down.

Your eyes shifted over to Dabi, catching his attention almost immediately. His nonchalant expression reflected that of anger and loss. Shigaraki started laughing, now only a couple feet away from you.

“What an embarrassment to society,” Tomura continued, still laughing. “Be honest with us, Aya. What would you do if you were the Number One Hero?”

You were hesitating whether or not to answer honestly. Ever since seeing what your quirk had done to you and your family, a part of you despised the way quirks have been worshipped in recent years. For over ten years, your power had done nothing but corrupt your livelihood. “I would…dismantle the ranking system,” you blurted out.

Listen to me, Aya!

Clever answer.

They won’t fix your quirk!

Because of what she said about my dear dad, she’s officially on my hit list.

They’re going to take it from you!

Wonder what her blood tastes like!

Don’t let them!

I hope Tomura will let me find out!

Your quirk is perfect just the way it is!

What an entertaining kidnapping!

They’re lying to you.

Can’t wait to.

Doppelgänger has an addiction.

Can’t wait to!

He is addicted to using his quirk.

Oh, Shoto.

If you join, they will attack UA.

And if you don’t join, they will attack UA using YOUR quirk.

It’s a lose-lose scenario!

I’ll try to get you out of here, but I absolutely cannot blow my cover.

“Shut up,” you mutter.

“Come again?” Toga raised an eyebrow.

“Shut up, shut up! Shut up!” You screamed. As a result of your outburst, Doppelgänger slapped you across the face, a welt beginning to form.

“Doppelgänger,” Shigaraki said, “Call in your friend. We’re going to try one more thing and see how it goes.”

A complete stranger entered the room. She was tall, muscular, and wearing a costume. You stupidly assumed she was a villain.

“This is Revelation,” Doppelgänger explained. “One of my many friends. She possesses a quirk known as True Vision. Isn’t that right, Rev?”

Revelation nodded.

“True Vision allows the target to discover and understand their true nature and past. It’s quite fascinating!”

“Get to the point,” Tomura barked.

“I want her to use True Vision on you, Aya,” Doppelgänger stated. “Just so we know exactly where your loyalty lies.”

“Will it hurt?” you inquired.

“Dunno,” he shrugged.

A flash of light and you were unconscious.

Your eyes shot open to reveal the long hallways of UA High School. There were no students present, but you did notice a young child at the end of the corridor. He was skipping toward you, playing with a paper airplane and laughing along the way. A toddler was chasing after him, giggling and smiling as she followed the dark-haired boy down the path.

Once the kids had vanished around the corner, you faced forward again and immediately froze.

Just ahead of you was none other than the leader of the League of Villains, Tomura Shigaraki.

“It…worked.” The corners of his cracked lips perked up into a sinister smile. “You’re not dreaming, so don’t bother asking.” The villain turned his back to you. “Follow me,” he commanded.

Ignoring the shivers that crept up and down your spine, you agreed to follow, traipsing behind the villain. You blinked, and in a matter of seconds, you were no longer at UA, but inside your childhood home.

A young version of yourself went waddling by, clearly no older than one year. Your Dad hid behind the living room couch, waiting for you to come and find him. Meanwhile, your mother was at your side guiding you through the room.

“Slow down, Aya!” Mom giggled. “You just started walking two days ago, I can’t have you getting hurt.”

As soon as Young Aya made it around the couch, she showed visible excitement, dashing toward Dad. He gave her a hug and picked her up, spinning her in a circle.

“Great work, Aya!” Dad beamed, turning and hugging Mom as well.

“Cute,” Shigaraki cut in, suddenly standing beside you. “I’m assuming these people are your parents?”

“I think so,” you replied. “My mother was a retired Pro Hero.”

“She’s so young.”

“She lost her quirk in her last battle, becoming quirkless. Had to retire early and decided to settle down and have me. She never really spoke of her life as a Hero, though.” You paused. “What are you doing here anyway?”

“According to Dop—Revelation, True Vision can work on multiple people at one time, linking they’re stories together if applicable,” Tomura explained.

“Why the hell is that?” You angrily turned towards him. “Thinking I’ll show you sympathy or some shit?”

“Perhaps,” he replied calmly. “If True Vision is used on two people that have never met one another, they will simply gain knowledge about each other. I’m hoping you realize heroes and villains are not so different.”

“And what if the two victims of True Vision have a history together?“

“I’m…not entirely sure.” He paused. “I wanted to be a Hero more than anything…but my quirk chose a different path for me.”

Another flash of light and you were standing outside of a house in a suburban neighborhood. A hand rested on each of your shoulders, fingers lightly tapping you in quick succession. Every single muscle in your body was tense.

You knew everything about Decay and did not want to ever be on the receiving end of it.

“Intriguing,” Shigaraki said in your ear. “This was my home. I wonder why it’s a part of your True Vision. Unless True Vision bounces between both participants?”

All of a sudden, you witnessed yourself and Mom wander out of Shigaraki’s front door. The young boy stood there with his own mother, holding her hand and waving goodbye to you. You could tell you were two years old and Shigaraki was close to five or so. “Have a great day!” Mom said to them. “Let’s do this again sometime.” You and Mom then crossed the street and returned home.

Shigaraki backed away from you, his consistently evil persona starting to lose shape. “We were…neighbors?”

“Guess so,” you replied, clenching your fists.

Another flash, and you were playing in Tomura’s backyard.

“Tenko, Tenko!” you shouted as you ran toward your friend. “Look what I found!” You held out a frog. His sister raced outside to take a look at the critter as well.

Another flash, and it was as if Shigaraki’s—Tenko’s—house had been demolished by an earthquake.

“We moved away after that,” you revealed to Tomura, who was facing away from you. “Was…that because of you?” you asked him.

He didn’t respond.

Flash.

“Awe, Mommy!” a tiny Aya had shouted, running up to hug Mom’s leg. “I love you, too! Hm…Mom! That’s a naughty word!”

Mom’s eyes widened. “Okay, this is happening. Sweetie, I think you may have developed a quirk...”

“You think? This is so exciting, Mommy!”

Flash.

Your quirkless father stared down at you.

His thoughts mortified you.

“Guess what, Aya?” he said, a strange look in his eyes that you couldn’t identify. “For six years, I thought you were my little girl, but...you’re not my daughter at all! You’re…someone else’s…”

You held your breath, anxiously watching the scene before you unfold.

“Shimura…Kotaro…Die…”

You noticed Shigaraki visibly stiffen one moment, staggering backward the next. You looked back at him. “Shigaraki,” you spoke, “Who is Kotaro Shimura?”

“Doppelgänger, stop this,” Shigaraki demanded, staring at the ground. “Stop this right now!”

Flash.

You were back at the League’s Hideout, collapsed on the floor next to Shigaraki.

“What the hell happened?” Doppelgänger queried, kneeling down to check on the both of you. Revelation was nowhere in sight.

Shigaraki reached out, grabbing ahold of Doppelgänger’s forearm and activating Decay. “Remove Aya’s quirk now.”

In a panic, Doppelgänger locked eyes with you, a bizarre sensation washing over you as you fell to the floor once more. Feeling completely disoriented, you tried to watch as Doppelgänger tore his arm away from Shigaraki, clearly shocked by the villain’s actions.

Dabi approached Tomura. “What happened in there?” he asked. “Things don’t seem to be going according to plan.”

“I’ll ask you one more time,” Shigaraki muttered, ignoring Dabi and turning toward you. “What would you do if you were the Number One Hero?”

You coughed up blood, still attempting to recover from Doppelgänger’s quirk. “Dismantle the hero ranking system,” you repeated.

Now towering over you, Shigaraki said, “Me too.”

You glanced upward, hoping to respond to Shigaraki but finding yourself speechless instead.

Standing in front of you was a near exact replica of yourself.

“Aya,” Doppelgänger interjected, noticing your shift in behavior. “Meet your quirk.”

At that, you finally realized how peaceful the world around you had become. No more haunting thoughts, no more being forced to listen to the disturbing wants of others—and yet you felt incomplete without Mindscape.

Very angrily, you gathered your bearings and hoisted yourself up, quickly shoving your “quirk” aside and stomping towards the League’s leader. The nearby villains were at the ready, prepared to defend Shigaraki at any cost. Once close enough, you asked Tomura, “Who is Kotaro Shimura?”

Shigaraki’s expression darkened, his blue hair draping over his eyes. “Kotaro Shimura was no one.” He grabbed you by the throat and lifted you off the ground, his quirk beginning to take effect. He threw you down, raising one foot up over your shoulder to make sure you felt powerless underneath him. “If you say a word to anyone about this,” he whispered, “I will personally kill you.”

Shigaraki backed away from you, approaching Dabi next. “She’s too much of a distraction at this time, we don’t need her to join,” he explained. “But I can assure you, things are still going according to plan.”

“Toga, did you get the blood?” Mr. Compress asked, wandering up to you.

She smiled and held out a vial of blood. “Sure did!”

“Let’s get going then,” Shigaraki ordered, your clone following after him and Doppelgänger. “Hawks, I have another test for you. Stay here and keep an eye on our guest.”

Hawks chillingly rotated around to face you, sending a single feather underneath your chin to caress it. “Happy to.”

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Chapter 10: Don’t Let It Kill You First

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maybe for pirate kai pt.2, Reader had been working for overhaul for a while, when an enemy ship attacks the Shie Hassaikai ship and the captain of it takes reader cuz he's interested in her. this makes kai furious and fights to rescue her, which makes him realize that he actually developed feelings for her at the end?

"You missed a spot." That voice which you came to hate and feel shivers at only hearing from afar spoke from behind you as you scrubbed the floor with a mop.

You turned to give him a dirty look behind your shoulder as he merely raised one of his eyebrows with arms crossed over his chest.

How you wanted to give just a piece of your mind to this fucked up Captain... but the fear of being throw on a icy cold sea surrounded by sharks just like the last time. So it was better than remain quiet and atture.

... but that doesn't mean you couldn't at least give one or two snarky comments to him.

"If you think that is such a shitty job then why dont you do it asshole?" You mumbled while aggressively shoving the mop on the bucket and then splashing rather close to his shiny boots.

"What is the fun of having a slave then? I can clean properly later, is much better when I can see you here paying for what you did, and slowly watch that hope to get out of here fade away." His boots echoes on the deck as he threw you a dark glance before walking off.

You mimicked him talking with your hand before continuing scrubbing the floor.

"You should be grateful!" You deadpanned at hearing Irinaka's voice from above you "Captain doesn't speak with actually no one asides from you!"

"Wish he just could shut it up instead and leave me alone!" You shouted back, flinching at how the strand led shout of a crow left his throat and almost killed your earbuds.

You heard laughter and shouting at your little discussion with Rappa until he shouted again some incoherent words while landing on the deck with a hard thud.

"What the-" you holded the mop close but then he ran past you and shouting after Overhaul.

"CApTAin! FuCK THErE ARe A enEmY ShIp NeArBy And TheY wAn-" overhaul lifted his palm at the man, an action you learned that it was a quite polite 'shut up' but then a canon ball hitted close to Setsuno's head as you screamed.

His golden's eyes narrowed at the direction it came the canon ball as he put it on his hat and started to walk.

"LIFT THAT CANDLE AND GET READY TO ATTACK YOUR BAND OF VERMS!" You widened dyour eyes and clinged onto teh mop in shock at hearing that man shouting and how fast everyone followed to his rules.

"W-What do I do now-?!" You looked at your sides but then Overhaul came by and grabbed your arm and dragged you to the coffins of the ship "LET GO YOU-YOU-! YOU PIRATE!"

"Goadly to know you have some sense." He growled out and pushed you into his office "Dont get out of here." He glared at you before slamming the door.

"Hey!" You punched the door and kicked as the ship started to shake "LET ME OUT OF HERE!"

You heard damon balls and shots and ju God did it scare you shitless. You started to wander off at hearing more and more shouts as you started to search for something, anything that could potentially be useful for self defense.

His desk was clear as ever and some old paintings and books were sprawled and tossed by the way the shipton was going as you looked for anything on the sheets.

You found a book and opened out of curiosity and widened your eyes at it.

"The jerk's jornal..." you muttered as you started to flip pages... even fouding the date where you were prisioned by these pirates.

It had been months since you were kidnapped... by as you started to read the notes and descriptions of ever treasure and how the sea looked for future provisions for traveling you saw your name writen over it.

You furrowed your eyebrows at it...

This (Y/n) is quite a feisty one. Cant follow any of my rules, give snarky comments. By seas, I guess even Rappa Kendo can be more respectful towards me than this little thief rat.

Yet I cant deny there is something... intriguing about her... She does this... witchcraft on my chest. Ever time she leople back at one of my orders I just have to talk back... I have to remain as best as I can to have her on this ship.'

"... this man is crazy or what?" You muttered while reading until you screamed when the door bursted open to see a blue haired man looking his ruby blood eyes with yours and smilling.

"What do we have here?" He spoke nonchantly as you clenched on the diary.

"Another pirate and just a slave of other.maybe?!?!?!" you shouted and yelped when he pointed a gun towards your head.

"Captain Tomura. Pleasure to meet you slave, now come with me before I decided to burst your brains on this neat office of that Captain of yours."

You gulped and followed his orders.

This Compress guy was good with swords despite having one fucking arm.

"Glad to see you havent changed!" The man smiled and hitted his swords along with his befor ehe twirled Compress's sword and threw at the air and pointe the tips of both at him, one at his throat and other at his heart.

"You miserables never change." He growled before hearing a shot gun and looking at Shigaraki keeping you captive.

Fuck..

"Stay right there Oveehaul, unless you want one of your stolen things yo have her their brain busted."

"P-Please dont. I prefer the cleaning maniac then this man seriously-" you whimpered and Shigaraki laughed as his own crew smirked and giggled.

"Owww! Can we keep her?!" Toga squealed as he threw a dirty look at the teenager.

"We will." Shigaraki smiled "Take us out of here. Kurogiri!" He shouted as some black and purple clouds started to surround the ship as Overhaul saw that one by one were dissapearing.

"Dammit-!" He threw his swords and ran towards Shigaraki, even extending one of his hands towards you "SHIGARAKI GIVE HER BACK-!"

You widened your eyes as Shigaraki grabbed your neck amd put his face close to your before dissapearing.

"Come get her then, Captain Overhaul..."

And just like that they were gone and Chisaki only grabbed the air as his eyes widened.

"Overhaul!" Chrono shouted and came to his side "They hadn't rook anything besides (Y/n), so I guess there is no prejudice-" he flinched when Chisaki pinched the wall of the ship so hard that it broke.

"DAMMIT!" HE shouted so loud that even Rikiya shivered, and just when it finally ended his shouting he ran towards the wheel, even letting his hat fall as he harshly turned the wheel towards where Shigaraki ships had dissapeared.

"The fuck you're doing?!" Rappa shouted while clinging to some place as others did the same to prevent being throwed in the water "THERE'S A STORM COMING OUR WAY YOU FUCKER! WE NEED TO GET OUTTA OF-"

"They stolen something that was mine AND I WONT HAVE LOSE IT! EVERYONE JUST ON THEIR POSITION AND IF ANYONE DARES TO DISOBEY MY ORDERS-" He pointed at the sea while the clouds started to get darker and even some thunder started to echoes "I'M FEEDING THEM TO THE FUCKIING KRAKEN HIMSELF!"

Everyone lowered their heads as Chisaki lead the ship, clenching his jaw at feeling the salty water and drops of rain hit his skin.

You sighed, rolling your eyes at being tied up on the mast as Shigaraki walkes around while reading Overhaul's diary which you might or not accidentaly stolen.

"My, so you are more than a slave then."

You chuffed and looked at him with hate as the indigo haired man tighten the rope even more around your waist, chest to the mast.

"Yet it seems that you are... huh. Quite special to that fucked up project of a Captain."

"To be honest he does keep his ship and subbordinates better than you do." You mumbled before the ropes around you were cutted and throw over to see Shigaraki glaring at you.

"Kneel, slave." You glared at him back and spitted on his boots as he threw a look to a lizard man.

"Kill this bitch."

You sometimes hated how you were always a snarky woman.

Just before the lizard could even step closer to you a thunder echoed along with a guttural amd terrifying shout as you widened your eyes at the sign of the known ship.

"SHIGARAKI!" The ma shouted and pulled his swords before taking one rope of his ship, running and even throwing himself at the deck of the other ship as the other did the same. Landing perfectly on two foots... excluding Rappa whose fell face planted.

His golden eyes narrowed as he growled at the other male as you could only blink.

"Attack!" Shigaraki commanded as one 13 old boy grabbed you by the waist and dragged you to the top of the mast by climbing on ropes. How? You didn't know.

He clenched his teeth together as he went forward, not caring how much blood he had to drip as he cutted with his swords at anyone who got in his front.

He grabbed one rope and jumped and crawled until you.

"One more step and she is food for the sharks!" The boy shouted while holding only your arm as you were being holded just above the sea as teh thunders echoed.

"Drop then." His comment was so nonchantly as you send him a desperate look.

"Wait what?" The boy spoke as you repeated his words but with more hate and desperatioms towards then.

"Drop. Her." He growled as the boy shrugged.

"You miserable son of a-" you screamed as the boy let go of your wrist and you fell towards the water.

you closed your eyes but when you thought you were going to find frozen water, you were simply ripped off and brought to a warm chest and an arm holding you very tightly against it.

you opened your eyes and screamed again when you realized that Chisaki had also jumped and caught you in the last second, grabbing a rope while you two seemed to fly around the boat.

"WHAT'S HAPPENING MY GOOD NEPTUNE LOVED THAT'S IT- ?!"

"Do you want to stop screaming?" he asked as if it was nothing and turned his head to his subordinates to give the final attack while he fell on his own ship, holding her in his arms in a bride style.

You later on noticed you were clinging to death on him and soon yelped when you meet his nonchantly gaze. Throwing yourself out of his arms.

"L-Lets forget about that." You mumbled as he put his hand behind his neck, only for you to gasp at him grabbing your hand and pulling you to a safe place.

"Stay there."

This time you decided to follow his orders... mostly because you can tease about the blushy om his cheeks later.

So he had feelings towards you for real? Huh....

What a weird pirate...

While he jumped and managed with his swords couldn't get the thoughts of you out of his head... even when he was battling with shigaraki.

Maybe he should invite you to tea later...?

Wait-

"WHAT?!" He shouted while lifting one punch and attacking one enemy from behind.

He was fuming in embarrassment at even the thought... why?! Why did he ever thought about that?!

"Overhaul?" His crewmates asked but he could only concetrate on the tone of your voice and just was actually waiting for him to get back.

What the actual... did he... fell? For a thief rat?

Boy he was screwed.

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