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Tomura Shigaraki x AllMight!Daughter!Reader

Chapter 12

Premis:

When The League of Villains discovers that AllMight has a daughter, they are quick to snatch you up and hold you hostage. Shigaraki had a careful and thought out plan, but that was before you got there. Now you’re in the mood for some not-so-healthy rebellion.

Word Count: 1,987

Warnings: verbal abuse, mentions of past abuse, family trauma, etc.

A/N:

Sorry this has taken so long. I've been very busy with work and moving, and personal projects.

Chapter 11 Chapter 13

"Y/N." He hissed. "Y/N!" Again. "Y/N!!!" Louder. His voice, hoarse and rough. At first it was an order, but as he called your name, it was getting more and more desperate. You shuttered, struggling to find the source of the sound exactly. Your whole body buzzed with a strange vibration that shook you awake. Slowly your eyes opened as the calling faded away. You expected to see him, but he was gone.

The bright light of the hospital room hit you first. Your vision so blurry you could hardly make out shapes, it was all a mess of colors at first. You tossed your head from side to side. It was heavy, your body was so heavy. Where were you? What's going on? Where's Shigaraki? You just heard him. Where's Toga? She promised-

"She's awake!" Xavier shouted. You groaned. You heard him stand and shuffle around the room frantically. Running out of the room to call for your mother. No. No. This can't be right. No!

"Y/N! Y/N baby!" Your mother rushed in, falling to the side of the bed to hold your hand and give it a tight squeeze. You pulled your hand away the best you could. God, you felt so heavy. You could hardly see her face. Blinking helped your vision, but barley. You huffed with a whine as you brought your hands up to rub your eyes. Only for your left hand to be stopped by a handcuff attached to your bed frame. The loud 'cuclunk!' sound startled you at first. Then the dread seeped in.

"Mom? Mom what's this?" You whimpered. "What's going on?"

"Shhhh calm down baby, you're alright. You're safe!" She tried to reassure. But your head was too heavy, too tired to register and function properly. So you tugged again and again, trying your hardest to break through the cuffs and the metal bar surrounding your bed. When that didn't work, you tried to activate your quirk.

"My quirk- mom- mom what's happening? Where's my quirk?"

"Shhh baby you're safe now. The doctors just gave a little dose to calm your nerves and sooth your quirk like your meds do."

"No. No I don't want my meds. No I'm cured, I don't need them."

"Oh sweetie, they really hurt you bad didn't they?" Your mother looked down on you with pitty in her eyes. Her thumb traced over your forehead as she began to pet your head. You looked up in disbelief. Tears filled your eyes as you shook your head.

"No...No it wasn't like that you don't understand-"

"Oh." A deep voice spoke from the doorway. You looked up, your father stood there awkwardly dressed in a suit and tie. Clearly he had just come back from work. You froze. Your mother turned back to look at him, standing and walking over to address him. "You're awake. Good."

"I think its best if we have a moment alone right now." Your mother told him.

"What? No. What's going on? Why am in fucking handcuffs? Is there a doctor I can-"

"Shhhhh baby relax-"

"Don't 'shhsh' me! Tell me what the fuck is going on! Where am I!?"

"You're in the hospital, Y/N." Xavier cooed softly as he passed your dad to enter the room.

"No! Fuck you! Get the fuck out of here!" You shouted at him. He tried to approach the side of your bed, a sympathetic expression plastered over his face. You kicked your legs in defiance. Trying to shake off the heavy sick feeling. It made your head spin. Xavier stopped and shared a confused glance with your mother.

"Xavier, I think its best you leave us alone for a little while." Your father said as he placed a firm hand on the young man's shoulder. Less of a request, and more of a warning. He begrudgingly complied, turning to steal one last glance of your face before his expression turned sour.

"Toshinori, I can handle this."

"Can you?" You blurted. His voice was upsettingly firm. This was the first time you'd ever seen your father angry. Truly, angry. The room fell silent. You starred at him. His eyes slowly turning from the floor to your mother's bewildered face. "Can you handle this?" Softer now, but still upset.

"Excuse me?"

"Because as far as I'm concerned, you haven't been." Now he seemed weak. Sad even. Like he's a child finally standing up for himself. He was vulnerable, close to tears. "I'm sorry. I just-" He quickly wiped away his tears.

"Am I interrupting something?" A fourth voice spoke. You tossed your head against your pillow and gave a loud groan of disapproval. So many fucking people! Maybe this guy could give you answers.

"Not at all!" You shouted as you pulled at your restraints a few more times. Detective Tsukauchi took a few cautious steps into the room. Xavier watching behind him.

"Y/L/N, it's a pleasure to finally meet you." You looked between him and your parents.

"Who the fuck is this?"

"I am detective Tsukauchi, I am the lead detective on your case. I am happy to see you are, um, relatively well. Considering the circumstances."

"Are you going to tell me why I'm chained to my hospital bed or what?" You huffed.

"My apologies, but until we can make sense of everything that has happened, you are being placed in police custody."

"What!?" Your mother beat you to it. Her jaw hung loose and her brow scrunched up into her forehead.

"I did everything I could, but the more we process the series of events, it seems a kidnapping turned into a terrorist attack. Y/L/N, if I could speak with you, get the story from your perspective-"

"No." You blurted. "No. I don't want to talk about it."

"Y/L/N please-"

"Fuck off!" You screamed, using your free hand to throw a paper cup of water at the poor man. He bowed his head and apologized before ducking out of the room.

"Y/N-" your father whispered in disbelief.

"What!?" He froze. He starred at you. Still and unmoving, fear, confusion, upset written all over his sunken face. You felt no guilt, no apprehension, no anxiety about your behavior or your feelings. You were done with it all. You were done being the good child. The quiet child that did what she was told. You were done with it. Done with them.

"Uh, your wrist-" He croaked finally, his finger coming up to point at you. You looked down. Bruised and bloodied skin suddenly appeared to you beneath the handcuff. You had tugged so hard it broke your skin, and now that you were realizing it, it began to hurt. You stilled for a moment and watched the blood slowly drip onto the blanket.

"Fuck." You cursed as you went to tend to it.

"I'll get the doctor." Your mother rushed out of the room.

"Goddammit." You muttered as you pressed a piece of blanket firmly to stop the bleeding. Your eyes felt dry and hazy. Your chest heaved as your adrenaline rushed through you, making you feel uneasy and anxious. Restless. You could feel your bones vibrating underneath your skin and muscle. It made you nauseous. When the room stilled, you slowly looked back up at your father. His expression unchanged. "I meant what I said y'know. I still hate you." That seemed to startle him. "I hate you for never being around. I hate you for pretending I didn't exist. I hate you for leaving me alone with her. I hate you for ignoring all those years of abuse. You can't tell me you didn't know what was happening all this time. And even if you didn't, I don't know what's worse. Knowing Your ex was abusing your daughter and letting it happen, or being so distant and not apart of her life that you had no idea she was being abused in the first place. I'm not afraid to say it anymore, I'm not afraid to call you out. I don't care anymore. I won't go back to the way things were. I won't. I'd rather die." Hot tears fell down your red hot cheeks as you spoke. Soon he began to cry as well. It was silent for a moment. You could hear the clock on the wall loudly ticking away until you hear him loudly sniff.

"I know. You're right." He began to cry, sob even. "You're absolutely right. I thought what I was doing was going to protect you. I thought by staying out of your life that you'd be able to live free of all my messes. But that's not what you needed. You needed a father, and I wasn't there when I should have been. I know I have no right to ask you for forgiveness, but please, know that I am sorry. And from this point on I will do my very best to be the father you need. The father you deserved."

No. Shut up. SHUT UP. THATS NOT WHAT YOU WANT TO HEAR. You don't want to hear the sniveling fit from an old man you hardly know. Fuck him! And fuck his apology! It made your blood boil. You began to grind your teeth as he continued. It hurt. It hurt worse than anything you'd ever experiences. His apologies, his humble begging, his empathy, all of it. When he was finished you just starred at him. He waited for a response but none came. That was until the boiling of your blood spilling over and flowed from your mouth without any hesitation.

"Get out." You muttered.

"Y/N?" He gasped.

"Get. Out." He didn't respond, he looked stunned. "GET OUT. GET OUT! GET OUT GET OUT GET OUT GETOUTGETOUTGETOUTGETOUTGETOUT!" You screamed until your throat went hoarse. Doctors and nurses rushed in as you fit began. Followed by your mother as they slammed you against the hospital bed. You thrashed the best you could, doing whatever to took to get them off of you. But there were too many and you began to flow in and out of consciousness as the needled pressed a steady flow of drugs into your system once again. Soon your vision went black, and your body laid limp on the hospital bed.

The rest of the week felt like it was straight out of your nightmares. Strapped down to a bed to prevent you from hurting anyone or yourself. High half the time from all the pain killers and drugs they'd given you. Your quirk rendered useless now. Your mother and "boyfriend" dotting over you and repeatedly ignoring your cries for help. You'd started demanding that the nurses or security take them away and sometimes they would go, but other times they would just ignore you. The detective came back every day and every day you refused to answer his questions. You laid there night after night, your poor brain rattling around in your head as you dreamed of how things could have been different. If only you'd gone with them, if only you'd said something different, done something different you wouldn't be here right now.

Late one night you were awoken by a loud tapping at your hospital room window. From your bed you could see the window, a small, long window at the top of the wall. During the day you could see people's feet as they walked around outside. And now, you saw a pair of familiar shoes gentleness kicking at the glass to get your attention. Your heart jumped in your chest. You turned back to the door to make sure no one heard. It was late, so late there was hardly any staff there. So you sat up the best you could in bed and watched as Toga's goofy little grin slowly came into view. She came back for you.

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