#vengeful caretaker

[jordanstrophe]

There's two kinds of caretakers.

The one tending whumpees bedside as they're unconscious in the hospital.

The one hunting down the whumper that put them there.

#whump #whumpee #whumper #caretaker #caretaking #whump prompt #caretaker prompt #hurt/comfort #vengeful caretaker #whump writing #whump tropes

[honeycollectswhump]

EVERYONE PLEASE LOOK AT THIS!! IM GOING TO FUCKING CRY IM GOING INSANE

this commission was done by the lovely @whump-blog PLEASE consider reaching out to them too!! (here's their commission sheet)

[Holding Up The Sky] <- my whump story where this character is from

adding the taglist because you need to see: @octopus-reactivated, @sodacreampuff, @topsheepstudent, @clickerflight

#AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA #THIS IS SO SO PRETTY #HER EXPRESSION!!! THE ANGUISH AND RAGE AND TEARS AND BARED TEETH #THE BLURRED ROD AND THE BLOOD SPLATTERS #THE SMEARED LIPSTICK HINTING AT WHAT HAPPENED BEFORE #I WILL LOOK AT THIS FOREVER #Holding Up The Sky #aveline king (oc) #blood #murder #vengeful caretaker #revenge whump #whump art #whump commission

[whumpy-bi]

“Caretaker, please—have pity!“

“I am. Turn around.”

“You—you saved Whumpee! You beat me! Isn’t that enough?”

“It’s not. Turn around.”

#whump #whumpee #writing #whump writing #caretaker #whump thoughts #whumper #dialogue #vengeful caretaker #whump prompt #protective caretaker

[mightaswell-whump]

Caretaker route: “Who did this to you?” as an expression of concern, of willingness to cross the expanse of space if need be to make whoever did this to their beloved pay the price

Whumper route: “Who did this to you?” as a taunt, a question of who’s more powerful between the two of them, a question of confirmation that whumpee is theirs alone to do whatever they want with.

#whump prompt #intimate whumper #creepy whumper #vengeful caretaker #whumpee x caretaker

[whump3000]

Burn

Caretaker could feel Whumpee’s fingernails digging into their palms as they walked past The House.

It was strange to think of the horrors that once happened behind those yellow drapes. Strange to imagine that once upon a time, a Monster lived in that house. A Monster whose only prey was Whumpee.

They both knew now that they were safe. They knew that until corpses learned to walk the earth, Whumpee would never have to see Whumper again. But this house was a token of remembrance. Proof that The Kidnapping had indeed happened.

Caretaker looked upon the house. The crooked mailbox, the cracked driveway, the climbing ivy. They looked upon the flower beds, and the porch swing, and the bird bath. It should have been a lovely house. Too bad it overflowed with sin.

Whumpee shuddered and huddled close. “Let’s go home,” they breathed.

Caretaker squeezed their hand, letting Whumpee lead them away. But Caretaker’s mind sat with the house. The memories encased inside its walls. The falsehoods overflowing from its mask, withering the flowers and reeking of decay.

Their mind stayed with the house all day, shadowing their thoughts and poisoning their sleep. It wasn’t until they woke up late at night, panting next to Whumpee that they knew. They could feel their heart screaming, chest heaving, dreams breathing a single wicked phrase:

“The House must burn.”

#whump #whump drabble #whumpee #caretaker #whumpee x caretaker #vengeful caretaker #kidnapping #arson #whump thoughts #whump writing

[sleepytimewhumpprompts]

“I’m sorry,” Whumper whined as Caretakers hand caught their chin and they went still.

“No,” Caretaker corrected. “You’re sorry I caught you. When I’m done with you, you’ll be sorry you were ever alive.”

#stprompts #whump prompts #vengeful caretaker

[sleepyiswhumping]

vengeful caretaker that kidnaps whumper and threatens them so theyll tell caretaker where whumpee's being hidden. if they tell caretaker, whumper dies painlessly. if they don't, caretaker will torture it out of them. whumper refuses and withstands the torture, so caretaker kidnaps whumper's family (wife and 2 kids) and shows whumper. "every time i ask and you refuse to answer, one of them dies" whumper laughs it off, assuming caretaker is lying, until caretaker walks his wife into another room and shoots her. "your kids are next." whumper breaks instantly, telling caretaker. whumper's sobbing, the kids are sobbing, caretaker locks the kids in the room with whumper and leaves. after making sure whumpee's okay, and getting them to the hospital, they come back and reveal they didnt actually kill whumper's wife. they let his wife and kids go, because "i won't stoop to your level", and then tortures whumper to death.

#whump #vengeful caretaker #angry caretaker #death #whumper dies #deserved tbh #whumper sucks dw #whumpee's ok now #safe forever

[onlyinmyshadow]

All is Fair in Love and War -7

Warnings: Fever, begging, panic, violent death threat, vengeful caretaker,  mauled by dogs, whumper gets wrecked (No, this is not going to be a whumper turned whumpee thing, as much as I love the trope)

Taglist: @whumpwillow​​ @inkkswhumpandstuff​​, @befuddled-calico-whump​​ @whump-for-all-and-all-for-whump​, @nicolepascaline​​, @kurochan​​ @and-then-there-was-whump​​, @wolfeyedwitch​​, @whump-and-other-things​​ @whumpd-up-kicks​​, @equestrianwritingsstuff​​, @professional-idiocy​, @sacredwrath​​ @kixngiggles​​

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Daliara slowly pushed open the door to her daughter’s chambers, pausing midstep as she saw Cassandra lying on the bed, holding the shivering figure of Prince Kyem.

Worry briefly flickered through her body, but the Queen pushed it away. The Prince was in no condition to harm Cassandra in any way.

Daliara shook herself, pacing over to the bed as quietly as she could manage, looking down at her daugher, and the Tyrant King Ramse’s son.

Even asleep, the boy looked miserable. He whimpered softly, a shudder running through his body.

Again, the queen felt guilt knotting her stomach, guilt that she had denied the boy a proper medic for days.

“Is something wrong, Your Grace?” Cassandra asked quietly.

Daliara sighed. “And here I thought I could avoid disturbing you, though you always were a light sleeper, my darling.”

“What’s wrong?” Cassandra repeated.

“I should have listened to you, about him. But he tried to kill you, and I was blinded by resentment for him.”

Even as she said it, Prince Kyem stirred, his fever-glazed blue eyes fluttering open. As soon as his eyes settled on Daliara, he cowered back against the bed with a frightened sob.

This Prince had been known for his arrogance, his nastiness and mean-spirited pettiness.

Nothing like the broken mess curled up in her daughter’s bed, trembling all over, and crying in hitching sobs.

“Please.” He moaned weakly, and mother and daughter sighed in unison. Kyem shifted closer to Cassandra, whimpering pitifully.

“Please, I-I’m s-sorry, it’s not- I can’t-” He broke of with another sob, and buried his face against Cassandra’s shoulder.

Cassandra gently stroked his hair, murmuring reassurances as he cried.

Daliara shook herself out of her reverie. “You will both need to eat. I will have something brought up for you.” She said calmly, before she leaned in, pressing a kiss against her daughter’s hair.

_______________

Cassandra heard the door close, even as she did her best to soothe Kyem, who was still trembling and weeping in her arms.

“Sssssshhhh.” Cassandra murmured, as his shivering began to slow. “Ssssssshhhh, you’re alright. No one is going to hurt you.”

Kyem moaned something unintelligible, resting his head against her shoulders. He was still boiling from his fever, and clearly still terrified of more torture.

Just thinking it made her feel sick. Her men had tortured him. Aldir had told her the full story. About how he had collapsed and been dragged behind a horse for fucking miles. She’d not realized how long he’d been dragged. Then he’d told her how they’d tied him up outside in the rain, striking and taunting him when he begged for mercy.

Then he’d told her about how some of them had sat around and laughed as he cried out from his fever dreams, as he pleaded for someone to help him, to show him mercy.

Cassandra ground her teeth.

“Aldir!” Cassandra called.

“My lady?” The young soldier replied immediately, opening the door.

“Stay with Prince Kyem. I have something I need to attend to.” She said calmly, standing and heading towards the door.

***

She went down to the kennels first, fetching two of the wolves that she had reared from birth, the two most loyal, well trained, and, when she commanded it, the most vicious. Then, she went to soldiers barracks, specifically, the troop who had been with Soan and abusing Kyem.

They all leapt to their feet when they saw her, standing in the doorway. They must have seen something in her eyes, because for the first time, they all looked afraid of her.

Cassandra grit her teeth, rubbing Morningstar’s silvery-grey hackles, even as the jet black Drifter sat beside her. Then she spoke.

“I have heard talk of what you did to the Prince.” Cassandra said. She did not raise her voice. She did not need to. The barracks were so quiet that one could have heard a butterfly’s wingbeats.

“Do you need me to detail how furious I am, or shall we keep it brief?” There was no answer. Someone gulped.

“Let’s keep it brief then, I have no wish to waste anymore time than necessary on you.” Cassandra said coldly.

“You’re Grace-”

“Silence!” Cassandra barked, as Drifter surged to his feet with a vicious snarl.

Several of the soldiers flinched back at her shout.

When she spoke again, her tone was quieter, but sharp as the edge of a razor.

“I gave strict orders. You all disobeyed me. You all took part in something you knew I would have forbidden had I been there. I should have each and every one of you lashed fifty times for what you did to Kyem.” She said, almost able to taste the fear that hung heavy in the air.

“But as I dislike seeing others in pain, I will not.” Cassandra went on. “However, I have come here to warn you. Each and every one of you, that if you ever do something like this again, if you ever even disobey me again, I will hack you to pieces and feed you to the wolves.”

Both Morningstar and Drifter growled, lips pulled back and quivering over gleaming fangs.

“Morig.” Cassandra called.

“Your Highness.” The soldier replied, stepping into the room behind her.

“This is your new General. Soan, you’re relieved of command.”

“Your Grace-” Soan said, jumping to his feet, and taking a step towards her, reaching out to grab her. Cassandra did not reach for her sword. She did not need to. Both wolves leapt forward knocking the former General to his feet. Drifter sank his teeth into Soan’s arm, but Morningstar had him by the face, her pale grey snout already stained with blood.

Cassandra took a breath, exhaling slowly, before she clicked her tongue.

Both wolves returned to her side immediately, leaving Soan where he had been knocked to the floor.

“Take him to one of the healers.” Briefly, she considered denying him that, handing him over to an apprentice, but she would not sink to cruelty. “Then take him to the dungeon. Make sure he is seen to by a healer regularly, even though raising your hand to your princess can be punished by death.”

With that, she strode out, her wolves by her side.

***

She took them with her back to her rooms, they were her favorites, and she often kept them with her for companionship.

She sat next to Kyem, smiling gently as his eyes fluttered open.

“Morningstar, Drifter.” Cassandra called. “Come, this is Kyem. Kyem is a friend.”

Kyem watched the wolves approach fearfully, but Cassandra ran her fingers through his hair.

“It’s alright, they won’t harm you.”

The wolves sniffed his hand, one at a time, before loping over and laying by the fire.

“They have blood on their jaws.” Kyem mumbled, his blue eyes betraying his fear.

“They were protecting me.” Cassandra said softly. “And now they’ll be here to protect you too. They won’t hurt you, though Morningstar may fight you for the pillow.”

He looked uncertain, and Cassandra helped him sit up, letting him lean against her.

“You’re safe with me, Kyem, no one will ever touch you again. I’ve ensured it.” She promised, letting him fall back asleep, under the catch of his fever, while snuggled in her arms.

#Mauled by wolves #Cassandra and Kyem #vengeful caretaker #Royal villain whumpee #prince whumpee #royalty whump #begging #fear #fever #delirium #animal attack #Regret #blood #mauling

[oddsconvert]

"Stop! Whumpee! Where are you going?!" Caretaker shouts, pounding their fist on the car window as Whumpee turns over the engine.

"To kill Whumper. Don't try to stop me or get in my way, Caretaker... I won't hesitate to go through you."

#idk have a short little idea that came to mind 😌 #unhinged whumpee #vengeful whumpee #caretaker #whump #whump ideas #whump prompt #whump writing #whump community #whumpblr #whump blog #whumpee #whumper #captivity #whump dialogue

[infectedpaul]

quail bfs themed barbie and ken dolls

#dex says things #vengeful caretaker barbie and emotionally reliant ken

[zeldasnotes]

ASTEROIDS IN THE 1ST HOUSE

𝔴𝔥𝔞𝔱 𝔶𝔬𝔲𝔯 𝔭𝔩𝔞𝔠𝔢𝔪𝔢𝔫𝔱 𝔪𝔞𝔨𝔢𝔰 𝔪𝔢 𝔱𝔥𝔦𝔫𝔨 𝔬𝔣

APHRODITE IN THE 1ST HOUSE: Beauty Queen, smothered with compliments, getting special treatment, long lashes, lipgloss collection, overindulging in sex and food, expecting to be catered to, spoiled little prince/princess, having to be the most beautiful in the room, entitled, vain, sex appeal, sought after, turning heads everywhere you go, envious, vengeful, a wandering eye, strong libido, elefant, feminine, overindulging in anything that brings pleasure.

CERES IN THE 1ST HOUSE: Cutie, angelic look, natural beauty, kind, nurtuting, plump lips, the pregnancy glow, chefs & cooks, a strong interest in food or gardening, most comfortable around children, mommy/daddy look, milf/dilf, mom/dad body, prominent belly and breasts, strong need to take care of others, people trying to take advantage of your need to help & be of service, healthy, a ”round” and ”plump” look to you, making people feel safe and accepted, seen as someone who would do no harm, prefering a natural look, unconditional love, being a caretaker, adopting.

NARCISSUS IN THE 1ST HOUSE: Expecting special treatment, entitled, coming across as more arrogant than you actually are, vengeful when not getting the admiration you deserve, constantly looking in the mirror, being beautiful, handsome, unable to get enough of your own reflection, self absorbed, being admired by a lot of people, fixation with your own reflection, umderstanding the way narcissistic people think, spotting narcissists easily, your arrogance and pride being your downfall, misunderstanding things bc of being preoccupied with yourself.

MEDUSA IN THE 1ST HOUSE: Sexy hair, frightening, intense stare, penetrating stare, reptilian look and behaviour, hated for your beauty, envious women plotting against you, manhater, maneater, tease, playing games, shamed, outcasted, blamed, making men nervous, humiliating men, ball buster, making men feel emasculated, being blamed for things that are not your fault, being shamed for being desirable, your desirablility being the source of a lot of painful situations in your life.

ERATO IN THE 1ST HOUSE: The sex symbol placement, writing or reading erotica, eroticism, a muse, sexy selfies, nude model, glamour model, expressing yourself in a sexual way, erotic art, an artist, making yourself the art, being seen as art by others, inspiring others in an erotic way, an erotic image, selfie queen , wanting to be a symbol for eroticism, knowing how to pose, sex sells, igniting sexual desire in others, being desired by a lot of people, good at expressing yourself in a sexual way, an erotic look.

JUNO IN THE 1ST HOUSE: Wifey, husband material, loyal, being considered socially acceptable, pure look, sweet look, put together, standing by those you love through anything, too devoted for your own good, always in a relationship, aging like fine wine, flawless skin, youthful look, wanting to get married young, becoming one with your partner, a good friend, going through hell and back for those you love, afraid of loneliness, prefering to do things with a partner than doing it alone, loving the idea of being in a marriage, taking their role as husband/wife very seriously, posting a lot of pictures with your husband/wife.

CIRCE IN THE 1ST HOUSE: Witchy look, striking, cunning, vengeful, able to transform people, interest in herbs & potions, enchanting, setting traps, knowledgeable about nature, knowing how to tame the craziest of people, making men feel weak, using your sense of hospitality to lure people in, challenging the gender roles, powergames with men, fascination with the underworld, having to transform your personality to fit in, femme fatale, using your sensuality to lure people in.

PEITHO IN THE 1ST HOUSE: Uncanny ability to persuade people, a seductress, knowing what to say to get what you want, talking your way out of anything, fleeing from situations you cant control, doing whatever you can to get your way, knowing exactly what words to use, powerful words, charming people quickly with the way you talk, using your voice to seduce, pushing and pushing until you get what you want, very aware of your seductive powers, knowing when to put on the charm, your biggest power being your mouth, igniting desire in others, word spinning.

BELLA IN THE 1ST HOUSE: Beauty in its finest form, gorgeous, perfection, princesslooks, Beauty Queen, beauty pageant kind of beauty, the kind of beauty considered beautiful by everyone like symmetry and ratio, well balanced, kind, a pleasant look, stunning, face card, classic beauty, timeless beauty, being noticed everywhere you go, compliments wherever you go, the kind of beauty that cant be denied, elegant, natural beauty, well behaved, pleasant, smooth, being considered conventionally beautiful, feminine features.

LILITH IN THE 1ST HOUSE: A lot of suppressed anger that comes out in the form or bitchyness, very petite or very curvy, shorter or taller than average, a body that stands out, bitter, rebellious, a name that reminds people of Lilith: Lilian, Liana, Layla, Lilly, unable to tan or tanning very easily, hate from people with feminine energy, vengeful, angry at society, a feeling of not fitting in, seen as a bad influence, feminine power, in a mans chart can make him more feminine especially mentally & uncomfortable with masculine energy, being accused, outcasted, ppl getting a feeling that you are not being completely genuine, raw & primal, sex symbol, wanting to be seen as confident.

Asteroids mentioned in this post: 37117, 1388, 695, 149, 34, 3, 62, 118, 1

I JUST PICKED SOME RANDOM ASTEROIDS I LIKE SO COMMENT WHICH ASTEROIDS YOU WANT ME TO DO IN PART 2! 🪩

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#astro notes #astronotes #astrology #aphrodite #Lilith #Narcissus #Circe #asteroids #astro observations

[jordanstrophe]

Powerful caretakers, but not the physical kind.

Someone's hurt whumpee? Caretaker may not be able to hunt them down, but they can roll up their sleeves, pick up a phone and go "I'm about to ruin this whole man's career."

#whump #whumpee #caretaker #caretaking #whump prompts #caretaking prompts #caretaket prompt #caretaking prompt #protective caretaker #vengeful caretaker #powerful caretaker #revenge whump #whump scenario

[honeycollectswhump]

Holding Up The Sky

Even though Atlas escaped the claws of his old Master a while ago and built himself a new life, far away from any reminders of his past as a Pet, old habits die hard. While Atlas tries to find his footing as a person, his old Master does not plan to let this offence go unpunished.

Since an accident in her childhood, Aveline hasn't been able to feel pain. After another tragedy strikes, she moves in an attempt to start her life anew. There, she meets Atlas, who seems to crumble under a secret he can't possibly share. The two grow close, and soon Aveline has to decide just how far she is willing to go to keep Atlas safe.

The chapters will be posted non-chronologically but are listed in order here. Most of them can be read as standalones but they fit into a bigger story <3

The Rise

Aveline and Atlas during their college days, as Atlas battles with the remants of his life as a Pet.

The Pet | The Pet 2 | All That Matters

The Fall

Atlas is recaptured and his old Master is intend on making sure he never, ever steps out of line again. Left without any support, Aveline decides to take matters into her own hands.

Gone, gone | Torn apart / away

The New Beginning

After the storm, Aveline is left to pick up the pieces of Atlas. Without any recollection of his past life, what remains of Atlas tries to regain his sense of identity.

Thorns of a Nightmare | Warmth | Whumper's title

Misc. Stuff: character info | picrew 1 | silly memes | commission atlas & aveline (by clickerflight) | commission aveline (by whump-blog)

taglist: @octopus-reactivated, @sodacreampuff, @topsheepstudent, @clickerflight, @rabass let me know if you want to be added or removed :))

#finally got around to making / finishing this masterlist #masterlist #honey's writing #Holding Up The Sky #aveline king (oc) #atlas/mutt (oc) #pet whump #conditioned whumpee #bbu inspired #deconditioning #dehumanisation #recapture #whumpee and caretaker #vengeful caretaker #sadistic whumper #torture #hurt/comfort #recovery whump

[burst-of-iridescent]

What would change in the Zutara ship/dynamic and/or Zuko and Katara individually if Zuko didn't betray Katara in Ba Sing Se and immediately chose her?

i think most canon divergent zutara fanfictions get it right: they'd probably become close friends in no time, and develop a dynamic similar to what they have in the ember island players. but there's a reason this scenario is best left to fanon - as fun as it would be to see more zutara bonding in the first half of book three, there's always something lost for something gained, and in this case it would likely come at the cost of the depth and intimacy they developed in canon through the WAT and TSR arcs.

it is vitally important to their relationship development that katara gets to be deeply, righteously angry at zuko, and particularly that she goes on her field trip to find yon rha while they're still not on friendly terms. not only does her anger bar her from instinctually falling into a caretaking role with zuko as she does with most of the gaang at one point or another, allowing her to be cared for rather than being the carer, it also frees her from feeling like she needs to fit into any perceived image he might have of her. katara makes it clear to zuko that she owes him nothing - least of all her friendship, and everything that entails.

and it is this very lack of obligation that gives katara the freedom to be wholly and entirely herself. people always point to how katara behaves "uncharacteristically" in the southern raiders to prove that zuko is a bad influence, but the truth is that the way she acts in tsr is an inherent part of who she is. katara can be cold, furious and vengeful just as she can be warm, compassionate and friendly, and the fact that she can freely show both sides to zuko isn't because he's pushing her to be someone she's not, but because she has no need to live up to an idealised version of herself.

this would likely still apply to a degree in a no-betrayal au (tsr would happen in any version of book 3, just because it's so significant to katara's arc), but i find it probable that katara might be more hesitant about bringing zuko along, or less willing to bloodbend before him so readily. katara has to witness zuko's lowest point before she allows him to see hers. she has to take her dark-night-of-the-soul journey with someone she knows has neither the right nor the willingness to condemn her choices, in order to be able to focus entirely on herself and what she needs. very telling that she doesn't ask aang, her future husband, to go with her for support.

it's because zuko allows himself to be a whetstone for the blade of her fury, because he cares enough to find out why, because he tries to help when she's given him no reason to do so, because he stands shoulder-to-shoulder with her at her darkest, most conflicted hour without forcing her to bear the burden of caring what he thinks or feels about it, that katara is able to forgive and befriend him. it is because they see each other at their highest and lowest moments that they're able to have the deepest and most intimate relationship of anyone in the gaang. and none of that would've happened without the betrayal in ba sing se.

after all, love is brightest in the dark.

#zutara #zutara asks #zutara meta

[sexiestpodcastcharacter]

Sexiest Podcast Character — Unscripted Bracket — Round 5

Propaganda

Gable (Campaign: Skyjacks):

7ft tall silver-haired thembo of a fallen angel. was the literal sword of god until they killed him! reasons slightly unclear but probably sure to forbidden queer love! super caring for their friends. has one friend they have known for hundreds of years who they HATE but are bound to by the red string of fate. their sword is a part of them, they can sheathe it into a tattoo. they start out indistinct at the edges but as they have continued on through the campaign they have become more and more distinct. they became a flaming engine of justice to kill their friends shitheaded older brother who was following him. they have learned enough necromancy to allow other fallen angels to die, even though they typically cannot. they fly giant birds in to battle.

7ft tall beefcake wielding a sword as tall as they are. vengeful sweetheart

Imagine now: a fallen angel with beautiful gray hair and very big muscles. Now imagine them with a 9 ft sword. Now imagine them as a helmsperson of a pirate ship in a flowy deep-v pirate shirt. Now imagine they're dumb as a fucking rock. And finally, imagine that they killed god. Here, you have made Gable Skyjacks: sexiest podcast character of all time.

7ft tall nonbinary/genderfluid thembo fallen angel sky pirate who wields a buster sword. silvergrey hair with black/gold streaks as they regain feathers/memories of before their fall. back is covered in tattoos that hide the scars of their shredded off wings. killed God. toxic exes with lucifer. they are the keeper of several giant war birds who occasionally crave human flesh. they enjoy getting rowdy/smoking rope with their boys. they collect rocks that they think are neat. When anyone admits they are attracted to them, Gable trips over their words and absolutely swaglessly ends up sounding stupider and sexier by the end of the conversation; the will they/won't they and teasing they dish out to these (un?)lucky few is palpable. Sometimes the buster sword is on fire. They are immortal, they are cringe, they are trying to atone because they believe they are the reason the world is ruined.

Okay so aside from all of the above (giant with a matching giant flaming sword, killed god, extreme dumbass), here's some more propaganda for Gable the Godkiller.

They've escaped death multiple times with their partner in... crime? Like literally they were about to be executed in the most brutal way possible and just. Escaped and killed all their captors in the snowy wastelands.

They are the helmsperson of the Uhuru and take this job very seriously and definitely haven't left it to Bowser (you know, like from Mario) multiple times. Can steer that flying ship in horrible weather and still make it to port safely.

Healed an entire fucking hospital by cutting their hair for someone they had the hots for who was also in the hospital. Imagine being on that level of myth making in some random port city because of a hair cut.

Giant bird caretaker and also took the giant birds out on their friend's bachelor party (this was like. his Xth polyamorous marriage at this point btw) and had a fucking blast getting high on some rope and fucking around. They've also flown these birds into combat and looked cool as hell doing it (see: killing their friend's shithead of an older brother in a joust).

Had a relationship with Lucifer the Morning Star before they fell as an angel and killed God. Literally the reason the stars fell was their love for each other. The world would not look the same without Gable and they are, at the very least indirectly responsible for the creation of the Church of the Slain God and everything it represents (fantasy Catholicism).

And also yeah they are regularly tripping over themself and saying very silly things. 10/10 character we love Liz Anderson and Gable in this house

I am seeing people say that this Nicky fellow is basically trans! That's very cool! Gable is actually trans. Pronouns they/them/any presentation whatever they feel like.

Gable held a bachelor party for a BFF where the attendees hunted from their sky birds, wore dresses, and still managed to keep their eyeliner on point!

Gable killed God because he wouldn't let them be queer. They should rightfully crush anyone in their path.

We are finally going up against a character I know. I can confidently say all sexy moments with Gable are much sexier than TAZ's largely off-screen romances. Mod Note: This was written during the poll versus Killian Fangbattle.

Nicky Close (Dungeons & Daddies):

One armed half-demon man with a sword (also a Dedicated, Involved, Loving Father). (Specifically campaign 2, where he is an adult)

Transmasc bisexual (or at least so widely accepted as such it's basically canon) dilf half-demon let's start with the basics

And by half-demon I mean the literal prince of Hell

But also simultaneously is Saint Nicolas get you a man who can do both specifically this man

Missing an arm cause his ex-friends tragically betrayed him and shot it off but he doesn't need two arms to show you a good time wink wink ;)

The betrayal in question forced him to be seperated from his also hot milf voice actress wife and their son which is sad but in like a way that makes him sexier

Uses his one hand to wield a flaming katana that he used to rescue his son from the FBI

Protects his family with his life very literally which is hot as hell

Big himbo energy couldn't come up with a good plan if he used 100% of his brain

When he does fail at things it's pretty cute honestly

Definitely played a variety of musical instruments before the whole arm thing happened! Maybe he still does idk he's a sexy mystery

2 in 1 deal! This man was born from the merging of two timelines! Kinda sick!!! Also two dads = twice the daddy issues

You'd think the whole being forcibly split from his family thing would mean he isn't very close with his son but nope! His son adores him! They get along great!!!

His mom is simultaneously alive and dead

His mom bagged fucking two different dudes (one of whom FOUND HER DEAD in a different timeline, both of which are demons)

HIS MOMS NAME IS MORGAN FREEMAN, HIS DAD’S NAME IS GLENN CLOSE, AND HIS OTHER DAD’S NAME IS JODIE FOSTER, AND HIS GREAT SOMETHING GRANDFATHER’S NAME IS MERYL STREEP

HIS SONS NAME IS TAYLOR SWIFT

Lifelong pot smoker 👍 (plus drug flower user!!)

CANONICALLY BOTH A POLO WEARER (and yes, has all the stereotypes of that attached with it — a nerd, which is hot) AND A LEATHER JACKET WEARER (which also has all the stereotypes attached with it — a rebel dude person, which is also hot) [<- all widely accepted as canon by the fandom even as he’s older]

A part of the SECOND BIGGEST ship of season two, (Nark) despite the two characters only having one-two canon interactions (one of which JUST happened last episode)

Man’s a himbo what’s hotter than that

So many fucking names. You try to tag him in anything and he takes up half the space. That’s probably hot. For someone out there

This was already mentioned but so very very trans. Like. It’s basically canon

Rock and roll(er)

Joined a group of thieves called the watermice when he was like 13

for a few minutes had a guitar called the Battle Axe of Hatred

definitely had an frienimies with benefits relationship with his childhood friend Lark (sorry ppl that don’t ship nark lol) (it’s canon after ep 44 hah)

I feel like the audio of the entire Nick-breaking-into-the-FBI scene should be propaganda, but I'm copying select bits from the transcript:

Anthony: Yeah, it kind of echoes up through the vent, like the beginning of Metal Gear Solid. You hear a voice that strikes you as ever so slightly familiar, Taylor. Saying—  ??: [a deep voice] [echoing in the vent] Where is he?  Anthony: You hear—  Will: Uh-oh, he’s hot.  Anthony: —a bunch of shouting voices.  [giggles]  Beth: Uh-oh! Anthony: You hear a bunch of shouting voices and people shouting for him to get down on the ground to turn off his flame. To fucking get his hands behind his back. You hear this rhythmic stepping forward— because his footsteps don't sound like anybody else's because it's almost like… y’know when you toss a little bit of water onto a really hot pan and it just sizzles like that? It's like every footstep he's taking, you can hear that— Freddie: Cool  Anthony: — and you can feel some of that heat coming up in this vent, even though you can't see him at this point. And he goes—  ??: [echoing] Where. Is. My. Boy? Anthony: You hear the FBI agent—the FBI in quotation marks agent—in the back going like—  Agent: [echoing] He's safe for now. If you want to go ahead and make sure that he stays that way, you feel free to go ahead and step inside the suite that we've prepared for you, my boy. Anthony: And you hear the hot guy voice saying—  [chuckles]  The Hot Guy: [echoing] I don't think that's going to happen.

...

[a powerful rush of air builds] Anthony: You hear—  [gunfire, and the air rush culminates in a burst of flame; from underneath the fire, metal music starts playing] Anthony: —plumes of flame exploding.  [a person’s pained shout, gunfire and bursts of flame continue]  Anthony: You can feel the heat radiating through this metal vent and it's actually beginning to hurt and burn your hands.

...

Anthony: And you hear blood—  [sizzling]  Anthony: —hitting the fucking ground and you hear sizzling and things boiling and burning. Taylor: That could just be coffee! That could just be coffee. Link, let's go. Anthony: And you are getting closer and closer to the elevator. And you hear that same hot voice say—  The Hot Guy: [echoing] Where the hell is Taylor?

Gable and Nicky Together:

We are on a joint ticket now! This is a truly unbeatable combo. Not even god can nerf it because Gable killed him. Vote for us. Nicky Close will watch your stuff and play with your cats while Gable gives you the night of your life.

Gable and Nicky can literally be yuor angle or ur bevil.

Kravitz (The Adventure Zone: Balance):

Grim Reaper. So hot he managed to date Taako from TV

gotta be krav

Art of Gable and Nicky from @slightlyhopefulromantic.

#Round 5 #Gable #Gable Skyjacks #Nicky Close #Kravitz #Kravitz TAZ #Campaign #Campaign Podcast #Campaign: Skyjacks #Dungeons & Daddies #Dungeons and Daddies #The Adventure Zone #TAZ Balance

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Re-Fucking-Venge

﹂ Yandere!Dabi x Nurse!Reader ‘Come dance with me in hell, won’t you, Father?’ And boy did Dabi fucking mean it. Poor little you to have been his next ledge to mindfuck his father to shards. 

﹂Genre: angst, toxic relationship, slow burn, 18+

﹂ Warnings: AFAB, female pronouns, Kidnapping, non-sexual hair pulling, paralysis, angst, drugging, profanity, descriptions of panic attacks, violence, slight horror, insults, broken family dynamic (both Dabi [duh] and reader's),

﹂ WC: 6.67k

﹂ From Redact: this will be continued! My motivation sucks so I'll try to promise a regular schedule.. I first posted this story at 2k words, then kept editing back to get it up to 6.67k, so I'm reposting it to let the people see the final copy incase yk. If you wanna be on a taglist tell me !!! I'd love to have one

Honestly, everything's turned into a fucking mess.

After the absolute devastation of Dabi’s theatrical exposing of Endeavour, your workplace was swarmed by furious citizens and questioning paparazzi. They were angry. So fucking angry. Angry for the fact that Endeavour had such cruel impositions on his children, angry that his actions caused the root of such a murderous villain, and angry at the fall of heroes being ironically unheroic. Day or night, their anger wouldn’t stop. The continuous flashing lights of cameras, the synchronized yelling, and the fists that shook in the air. With the mantra of harassment towards your hospital, one would think you’re caring for number one himself—the one Dabi framed as the center point for his villainous roots, the one who did most of the hurting. But, no. You weren’t caring for Endeavour. You were the main nurse for his wife, Rei. And that's what truly ticked your soul.

It absolutely baffled you. Why were such a mantra of citizens harassing a regular person? Can’t they properly think that if Dabi’s speech pointed at Endeavour, it’s mainly Endeavour’s doing? Article after article, you started to understand that many hard-luck Endeavour fans were convinced that the abuse Dabi had forsaken was all Rei’s fault.

‘She’s manipulative.’

‘What a fucking gold digger.’

‘No wonder Endeavour had to take out his anger on his children.’

Yet who was the one in psychiatric care? Are these people truly blind to the obvious victim here? It made your blood boil.

You kept Rei under your loving care for years. As someone who had their own fucked up family situation, you felt for her since her admission oh so many years ago. You knew who she truly was, and so, it made you enraged that these strangers yelled at her as though they’d known her all their ignorant lives. As if they had the entire situation figured out when even Endeavour had his own twisted narration of what happened. People believe what they want to believe, and you began to understand that. People protect what and who they wish to protect. It did not matter how morphed and wicked the twists on their perceptions may be—as long as they can justify themselves. As long as they can justify the wrong.

And so, here, Rei was not the object of the crowd’s protection. She was the embodiment of their malformed justifications. The receiver of their hatred, the one to hear the garbage and clunk of cans thrown against her window.

It’s during a time like this that you’re truly brought back. Brought back to the Rei who first arrived. The Rei who was constantly in a fight or flight response. For the first few weeks of her stay, she wore a horrid expression of absolute dread. Her eyes truly had no spark, and her body felt empty of any soul. She always looked down, her chin tucked near her chest as she zoned out into a singular corner of her room. Many of the doctors and nurses complained to the head, saying she was too much for our hospital to handle. Whenever someone merely grazed her arm while cleaning her room, she would scream out in horror—thrashing about as tears threatened to spill from her eyes. Thus, when nurse after nurse had quit being her caretaker, finally you came up to the chopping block, and you had heard a lot about her. Of course, none of which was positive.

‘She’s fucking insane.’

‘That woman makes me want to quit.’

‘Thank god I got switched out.’

‘Goodluck, Y/N, you’ll need it.’

When you first saw her, the barrier you had about yourself slipped. No, you didn’t see a manic woman, nor did you see some form of a psycho. What you saw, mesmerized you. You were entranced. She was truly beautiful. Her white hair gently framed her face, while the sunlight in her room had a cold, blue hue, that you didn’t feel was present anywhere else in the hospital. She had the aura of an apathetic beauty, a flower that was plucked - for even wilting roses had their charm. Her eyes, though, those wonderful eyes. You could tell her deep irises once held the spark of happiness, the spark of hope and care. Yet now, her eyelids hung low, dark circles beneath her lids dragging her visage lower, and her posture as an enervated slouch. It was in that moment when you first laid eyes on her did you truly see who was deep inside the shell of her abused being. She brought you back, brought you back to who you easily could have become—shown you who you would’ve been had you not fought tooth and nail against your resolves. And so, determination flared inside of you. You will help her. You will bring back her spark. No one should fight so alone against something a crowd can’t handle. Thus, even if you’re the only one by her side, you will still be there.

It had taken a couple of months for you to barely disarm her violently defensive walls, but you managed. You always knocked on her door before entering, peering through before stepping into the room. You set up a small stool by her bedside, and every time you came to her you would sit down before getting to your medicinal caretaking. You’d smile, greet her warmly, and tell her silly stories about your day. Tales of the warm old man across the hall, of those pesky UA kids that couldn’t help but fight a little too hard for others. You would go into detail after detail, eyes dancing across the empty walls as you lightly laughed at the memories or clicked your tongue at some of the peskier ones. Although she never responded, you made sure to speak to her every single time.

Furthermore, you were careful, you truly wanted the best for your patients, and she is no different. You were careful when you delicately held the flowers’ stems as you poured in fresh water. You were careful when you gently told her everything you would care for before doing it. ‘I’ll be checking your heart rate, is that okay?’ You’d smile, not even grazing her arm before a sign of confirmation. And it was these careful things you did for Rei that truly made her love you too. Soon, she began to speak. Her voice was delicate and raspy, as she hadn’t used her vocals in such a long time. But still, you smiled at her. Tears welling in the corners of your eyes as you listened to her very first request for a glass of water. Progress is progress. And you were determined to continue it.

From her vaguely written patient file, you had an idea that her husband was the main factor in her descent into your care. But, you were horrified once Rei trusted you enough to spill her heart's deepest sorrows—all caused by her husband. She cried, and oh how her tears fell so quietly it shattered a piece of you that you didn’t know was there. After she began giving you one-worded answers, to replying in whole sentences, her walls soon came down and a woman desperate for help and comfort revealed herself. It broke your heart remembering the number of overtime shifts you’ve spent merely hugging her while she gripped your scrubs. Her arms desperately clinging to you for any minuscule support, her body trembling in the fear that you’ll give up and leave her just as the other nurses did. Those silent tears fell, her muffled cries making you wish you could take away her pain if only for a minute. Every night, that was the scene between you two. And every night, flashbacks of her husband’s cruel words yelled at her from the silence only she could hear. Not only as a nurse, but as a human being, you truly cared. And Rei could feel that sincerity, thus, you two grew close.

Even after Rei exponentially improved, you still tried your best to give her some kind of comfort she could cling to in the emptiness of the hospital’s blank walls. You were so proud of her. She came so, so far in her healing process. And your soul smiled at the thought of her gentle nod whenever you entered her room—she had the misfortune of a hundred lives, and didn’t deserve a single crumb more of difficulties.

So why did fate have the tv running that day?

You ran to her room, the blaring of her EKG racing your mind with worry. It had been long, too long, since her heart raced so. You had gotten used to her health, to her improved state, so how the hell did this happen? When you burst through the door, Rei was slumped on the ground with her hand clawing into her chest as she hyperventilated, her eyes wildly ajarred as her gaze stuck to the screen with tears swelling the corner of her ducts as her lips fell apart in these broken attempts of communication.

'-was born as the eldest son of Endeavour.'

‘Rei! Breathe, breathe, I’m right here for you. Please, what happened?’ You held her comfortingly, rubbing your palm in circular motions upon her back. God, how did this happen? Sorrow wretched your soul when she began to cry harder, frantically looking from the floor before her and the screen upon the tv. She shoved you away with as much force her could muster, you stumbled slightly back, in absolute shock. It had been a while since Rei had a any miniuscle of violence in her outbursts—let alone having an outburst in the first place, and it broke your heart to wonder why it was happening. You could tell her conciousness was slipping from the rapid breaths she choked to take, how her movements became more sluggish. She began to scream, her hands tangling into the hair on the side of her head as she knelt with her face to her knees. You reached into a nearby cabinet, taking a deep breath as you thrashed around the contents until your fingers wrapped about a minor sedative. It pained you, you haven’t had to go to such measures in so long. Your hand firmly on her shoulder, you told her everything was going to be alright before injecting the sedative and keeping your comforting words. 

'I was created for my father's selfish dream.'

‘It’s okay, I’m right here. Don’t worry about a thing, Rei.’ You spoke gently, and her eyelids began weighing down to shut, before she looked deep into your eyes and whispered: ‘T-tell him I’m sorry.’ Your eyes followed her as she tried to look towards the tv. Upon the screen, a man was sitting upon a vintage couch. Throughout his body, horrid patches of purple plastered his skin, barely holding onto his stature with the use of staples, you could see the dip in his surviving skin and the bruised purple from the awful staple job on his body. It looked so painful your skin tingled in discomfort. With such a blatantly iconic look, how could you not recognize the man himself? Dabi. His hair was a messy black, his chin picked up toward the camera, and a darkened gaze of determination and resentment filled his eyes—a stare that would pierce the soul of any viewer.

'-my father would force my mother to give birth to more off-spring.'

How long had his voice been playing in the background? You stared, stared at the TV. You listened, listened to Dabi apathetically recall every horrifying detail Endeavour put his pitiful children through. The same details that had you shaken to insomnia at night when you first heard it through Rei's exasperated cries during her mental break downs. It was awful, Endeavour's actions were horrid. The neglect, the abuse, his cold demeanour, hearing both Rei and now Dabi recount those awful memories made you realize just how cold the air about you became as well - a sudden contrast as though your physical environment darkened from the heavy words Dabi spoke out about. You felt their pain, but you know you could never truly understand it. Not until you had gone through something the exact same, and even then, everyone processes trauma differently. Thus, empathy is such a golden key. The very key that had your shocked visage brim with tears. There wasn't a hint of pain in Dabi's voice, not yet, at least. Yet, you knew that years before, and deep inside his battered body, Touya was will trapped. Crying, begging, trying to crawl his way out. You saw a reflection of Rei in Dabi. The reflection of someone who was in pain but built these sky-high walls to hide any form of vulnerability.

‘Using the blood Endeavour left at the fight in Kyushu,’ his hand propping up a document, ‘there was a 99.99% match.’ 

Truly, it took a while to understand what you heard. Your eyes carefully traced the screen, ears perked up in denial as Dabi described every moment that Rei had described to you. Endeavour, the pain, the abuse, the screaming, the yelling. He recalled it with an absent look of apathy glazed across his face. His eyes reflecting that of an apathetic beauty. A look you recognized from the Rei who first walked into your care. If it weren’t for his unforgiving injuries, he would have been a splitting image of his mother. As you gazed upon his grotesque features, his lips mouthed the same name of the son who Rei prayed so desparately for the return of.

Yet you don’t think her prayers were answered in the best way.

You stared holes into that screen, watching his careful movements, scanning the paper Dabi held in his hands, as you watched his mouth moved it was in that moment that you realized you couldn’t hear. A ringing was blaring in your head as the only sensory you had left was that of sight. Your vision tunnelled, the sides of your perception clouding into black as you silently watched Dabi continue to expose that wretched hero who caused his dear family such tremendous misfortune. Dabi was the same Touya Rei cried to you with gulit over for all these years. The same Touya whos only remains found was a jawbone from the burning forest he died in. The same Touya who fell apart for the sake of his father’s dreams.

How isn’t he dead? It didn’t make any sense. His jaw, how was his jaw found without the rest of him? How had it come off? How did he survive the temperature of those flames being enough to cremate someone alive? Your eyes watched the screen, watched Dabi’s speech continue, that ringing spiking a headache of throbbing pain. Nothing made any sense. And you put your everything into focusing upon the scarred man on the screen so why did this have to happen? Rei was doing so well, it’s not fair, why did this have to happen? She doesnt deserve this to happen she had trued so fucking much. She didn’t deserve this, she was barely healed–

‘Miss Y/N! Is Mrs. Todoroki okay?’ 

Your coworker’s voice snapped you back into reality, and you stammered an apology before carefully placing Rei into her bed and turning off the tv with shaking hands. From the expression on your coworker’s face, you could tell they saw the footage aswell, their eyes nervously tracing to the ajarred cabinet door to the sedatives, understanding the regress in Rei’s stability from this entire situation. 

Sadly, Rei’s instability wasn’t as fleeting as you had hoped. It didn’t take long for Rei to fall apart into the hole she fought so hard to climb out of. With the mantra of angered ex-Endeavor fans accusing her of child abuse, along with the constant paparazzi that flashed bright lights toward her window and posted her tear-struck face all over tabloids, you couldn’t blame her. For days after the incident, you refused to sleep. Staying by her side as she couldn’t rest at all. Although a hospital never sleeps, it still quiets at twilight. But no, not anymore. For even night didn’t tire the fucking protestors. They screamed out, police desparately trying to control the situation, although they were smart. Hugging the gates, not actually on the property of the hospital. Thus, the police couldn’t pull any legalities on them. 

You never left the hospital anymore, every break and after your shifts, you would sit at Rei’s bedside. The aura was both somber and panicked, darkened with the occational sniffles and choked sobs of Rei’s rasped voice. Unlike the usual, you did not speak. You knew the voices in her head had come back now, and if you added your own, Rei wouldn’t be able to hold out any better than she already is. So, the only thing you knew to do was to never leave her alone, and her arms never left your back. You held her in an embrace every night, neither of you sleeping, neither of you talking. Slowly, she began to loosen her hold, gently sleeping a couple minutes a night with her chin resting on your shoulder. Your heart lit with hope, glad she could finally sleep a wink. Before long, she was truly able to fall into a decent slumber, her body resting against yours for a couple hours before she would gasp awake. Slowly but surely, improvement had come. And once Rei’s sleep schedule returned to some extent, you traveled back home to your apartment for the first time in over a week to gather your own well-deserved rest.

You wish you could say your return brought some comfort to you. But truly, the silence was eerie to say the least. Your mind was still worried. Worried that Rei would wake up in the middle of the night, all alone without you there. A part of you missed her already, but your boss became truly worried for your health after the bags under your eyes darkened into a bruise like hue. She demanded you at least go home for a night, and you relented. Truly, your body was giving up, and you needed the rest too.

Your keys twisted inside the lock as you pushed the door open, a familiar creak welcoming you back. You did not feel very welcome. The air was a piercing cold, with all the lights in your apartment off. The fact that it was late into the night did not help, with both an absence of light in your home and no twinkling stars to gaze upon. Everything was pure dark. You sighed, dumping your bag lazily by the door as you kicked off your shoes, taking heavy steps toward your room when you stopped. You stood still, so, so still. From the crack below your closed bedroom door, light bled into the dark hallway. You were scared, truly. You never leave the lights on before leaving, so what was happening here..? Why were the lights on?

A sense of dread filled your body, and you listened carefully. Nothing. No rummaging, no gentle thumps of someone’s steps, just the rays of light dauntingly brightening the floorboards and that white noise of ventilation. Quietly, you walked backward toward the front door, taking shaky breaths as your lungs quivered. You should’ve stayed with Rei. You shouldn’t have come. With how little sleep you had gotten, your mind felt as though you were floating. And obviously, you struggled to form any kind of rational thought about your current predicament. Despite that, you did have one thought. The thought that you must leave. Immediately. You didn’t care for your belongings, your jacket, nor your shoes and keys. All you cared for was to get the fuck out. 

Every pore on the wall felt as though an eye was peering through, watching your pathetically fearful movements. Shivers spiked down your spine and every dark crack of any open door had an imagined silhouette peering through, faces tauntingly smiling to you through the dark. You were panicking.

Your hand gripped the knob, turning it slowly to stiffle it’s persistent creaks before you flung open the door to bolt outside. Your mind raced, breath hitching as steps slapped upon the cement. As you approached a corner, you turned your head back as you kept running—fully expecting the door to fly open and a figure to chase behind you. You couldn’t imagine why you had to have some burglary occur. You didn’t live in an exceptionally poor or rich area, and there were blatant security cameras throughout the building. The more you watched your back, the more you felt a little silly. Nothing came, and you nearly slowed down your bolt as a light chuckle of relief fell before your mouth. You’re safe, your apartment was safe. There’s no threat in your room, obviously, you must’ve forgotten to turn off the lights. You turned the corner as your bolt slowed into a jog. Yet, your momentary relief was short-lived the moment you roughly crashed into something in front of you.

You fell back, falling hard onto your ass with your palms scraping against the unforgiving texture of the floor. Gravel stung, digging into your open skid marks. Athough, that pain was nothing compared to the strike fear over who stood before you. 

The very man upon your tv screen those days before.

The very man who single-handedly wrecked the top two heroes.

Dabi.

He looked down at you, a sickened gaze and smirk plastered over his graphic features. He looked manic, and he was manic. The way he demeaningly leaned down to you, hands dug deep into the pockets of his black slacks, the way he cocked his head to the side, it all made your throat starkly dry. 

‘Why the long face, Y/N?’ You internally gagged, your name sounded so vile on his tongue, in the way his face stared at you with hatred. How does he know your name? What does he want? You stared up at him speechlessly, your jaw falling silent and eyes dropping wide with horror. Your mind raced in confusion. Jumping from one false hope to another, trying to relieve your fear that you might not survive this encounter. Your only connection with Dabi was as the nurse of his mother, was he extrapolating some revenge against her? But why? Endeavour had been the main perpetrator of the abuse, so why are you being dragged into this so mercilessly? You couldn’t think clearly, but you did know one thing. Both of you well knew Rei had barely anything to do with the harm Touya had endured. Yet, here he was. Newly born as Dabi, as the Dabi who stared down at you as though you coddled his worst enemy your whole life.

His hand shot toward your collar, the fabric ripping at certain ends from the sheer force he used to drag you closer to his face. Your hands grappled at his wrist, fingertips digging into his hand before your force hesitated when you latched right onto his staples. You were scared. You were really, really scared. The way his smile grew wider in response to those pathetic tears that welled in your eyes, the way he held you so tightly your windpipe felt as though it was burning in pain. You felt misjudged. Thrown into an undeserving cruelty that you hadn’t even sinned enough to deserve. But obviously, why would a villain care about whether or not you deserved their violence?

‘Why are you so scared? I’m only here to thank you.’ He quirked, eyes wide as he laughed at your pathetic expressions of fear and struggle. ‘You won't die, so don’t be too dramatic.’ He smiled, yet, you didn’t feel comforted. Heck, a part of you here realized how much you wish you could’ve died at this moment. Was living through whatever he was about to put you through better than hell itself?

‘You took care of my dear old mom ever since I left, comforting her all those nights, helping her recover from Mr. Number One.’ His grip tightened, your collar bunching up into his palms, harshly wheezing your throat as you struggled to breathe. You knew no amount of fighting back was going to drain him down to stop. Dabi had you stood completely upright, right up on the tip of your toes as he held the majority of your body weight up by your neck, still leaning forward to truly yell into your face. Even without the threat of his quirk, you’d never stand a fucking chance against him with how he towers over you. You could tell of the venom Dabi had in his recalling of your care as his mother’s nurse, his pupils dialating in fury. Had he felt things were unfair? That he hadn’t had the help Rei needed when he felt so much worse? You tried to be empathetic, trying to find a way so you could make it out alive. But the more Dabi tightened his hold on you, the more you realized you wouldn’t be getting out of this unscathed—far from it, actually.

‘I’m here to repay you. You know? You spent so many years caring for her, so I’ll repay your act of kindness.’ His voice dripped in sarcasm, venom seeping through as his spat out to you right in your face. Suddenly, his expression morphed, his smile churning so wide the staples holding his smile  together began to rip at the corners of his mouth. ‘You know, that stupid woman isn’t the angel you keep treating her to be. Haven’t you seen little Shoto Todoroki? How do you think that scar on his precious face came to be?’ Your breath hitched as his grip tightened, your throat completely wrenched into his lone palm as heat began radiating through his fingers. Don’t listen to him, you told yourself. Rei messed up. She’s wasn’t the best mother. But no one helped her victim until she became the abuser. Shoto didn’t deserve that, neither did Rei deserve the cruelities of Endeavour, and nor did Touya deserve a crumb of the pressure he underwent. Can’t he understand that nearly everyone in this situation is some form of a victim? You felt frustrated trying to hold your tongue back against this man. He was blinded by rage, a rage that began rationally and morphed into something villianously sinister. It made you feel frustrated. He pitied himself too much. Everyone was struggling, Shoto and Rei too, so why was he so upset with you helping someone who needed to be helped?

‘You people disgust me. You save whoever the fuck you want, but leave the people who really need it out to burn up in a forest.’ You shook your head, shutting your eyes tightly in denial to his cruel accusations. You wanted to yell. Yell how stupid his words were, how tunnelled his thinking was. Dabi is being selfish. Yet, despite your anger, you were still striken with fear. You understood you were in no place to speak your mind, yet your words just spilled out in a frenzy.

‘You’re so linear.’ You said shakily, furrowing your eyebrows and trying to wrench your windpipe out of his grip so you could just barely breathe. ‘Rei was hurt too, she’s n-no angel, but she’s not such a demon either.’ You spoke quietly, but considered how you were choked up into the air it was remarkably impressive you could even get a peep out. Dabi seemed to only become amused, an upset form of amusement. Tears streamed down your cheeks, mainly from the physical agnoy, but moreso now that his palm began to luminate blue and heat up.

You were going to die over your fat tongue.

Your crying only seeming to fuel him even more as his smile ripped even wider. ‘I’m sorry— I didn’t mean it badly–‘ You panically wept. His eyes narrowed, a sense of absolute euphoria over the position of power he had. He felt so cocky, you know? He just ruined two of the top heroes’ careers and now he’s taking away the only support and comfort from his shitty mom. His revenge has just fucking started. He nonchalantly dropped your body onto the floor as he adjusted to stand straight. You crumbled to your knees, your hands flying to your throat as you wretched and coughed out. Your neck was painful to the touch, throbbing as you felt the bruise of his grip develop. Suddenly, he knelt down to one knee, looking at you with an unimpressed expression. 

‘Don’t be so fucking dramatic. Be grateful you’re alive.’ He spat, his tone unforgiving. You sobbed, trying your best to sniffle your crying as you bit down on your lip and shut your eyes tightly—too stuck in horror to look at whatever the fuck your current situation was. From the fear of death you just had, you nearly wanted to thank him for sparing your life. Your hands violently shaking as you refused to look up to him, parts of you begging that this was all some bad trip. Suddenly, he laughed. He began to laugh, growing louder and more insane. You stopped breathing, opening your eyes to see him heaving in absolute exhilaration. 

‘Don’t do that,’ He was profoundly euphoric, ‘you’re reminding me too much of how I cried to dear old Endeavour. What, are you trying to send me down memory lane?’ He finally calmed down a little, smiling at you as you knelt before him, fucking speechless. Your relief was immediately drowned out in the panic of what he was trying to do. He reached out, shoving his thumb into your mouth and forcing your jaw open. Taking his other hand, he forced two fingers down your throat without a shred of care. You gagged, grabbing his wrist and digging your nails into his skin as you felt a pill sink into being forced down into your body as he kept his fingers deep in your throat. Eyes wide as you tried to fight him off, jaw stiffening as you prepared to bite down on him. He stared you down warningly, his breaths deepening and hand warming on your jaw. You sobbed, relenting and loosening your grip on his wrist, shutting your eyes tightly. You felt a tear gently trickle down your cheek, it felt warm against your face. But not as warm as the threatening hand on your neck that wouldn't hesitate to burn. Dabi let go, standing up as you coughed out, feeling the pill stay stuck deep in your throat as you tried your best to ignore it. He lazily dragged his hand across your face, wiping your spit off his hand. You started to cry. Sobbing as quietly as you could as you heard. You could tell he was truly annoyed, clicking his tongue as he took heavy steps away from you - but still keeping a close enough distance to burn you alive if you tried to run away. You felt frustrated. What had you done to deserve this? What did he drug you with? Your panic made you hallucinate awful symptoms of the pill. The world began feeling dizzy, your head becoming light, ad your thoughts racing drunkenly. Although, rationally, you knew that you hadn't even digested the pill yet, so you tried your best to calm yourself down before the pill's effects would truly take place.

You didn't realize Dabi had taken his space between you two to take a quick call until he hung up, shoving his phone deep into his pocket before he looked back to you with a bored expression. 'Are you done crying?' He was annoyed. From the expression of apathy and boredom on his face, he resembled a tired dad sick of his children throwing a tantrum over every little thing. The way he looked down at you felt demeaning, and you felt your body shrink a little down into the core of your bruised heart. You wanted to stand up, your legs numb from being forced down to kneel this entire time. Yet, the fear you held over being burnt from any sudden movement kept you scarily still.

'Get up.' There wasn't a shred of care in his voice, but from the way he tangled his fingers in your hair, dragging you forward by it until you were knelt up awkwardly by his side like a dog, you weren't surprised by his verbal violence. Let alone his physical violence. You grabbed his hand, trying to ease the burning pain against your scalp. It felt as though your hair would rip from the root if he pulled just a little harder. Your eyes darted around, confusion to why he propped you up to him so closely. Was there some threat? Was something about to happen? You felt your heart pounding through your blouse, so loud it resonated inside your head. But, it didn't matter how much your scalp burned in pain. It didn't matter how your palms were still scraped open from your initial fall. It didn't matter how you had roughly fifteen minutes before that pill would digest. What did matter was that by the end of those fifteen minutes, you needed to be away from him and whatever he had planned for you. As though Dabi sensed your change in mood from fear to determination, his hand began to heat up.

'If you want to die, go ahead and try what you want. If not, stay down like the trash you are.' You felt the hope you built up crumble, maybe it was from Dabi's words. But mainly, it was from the literal crumble of the ground and roads in front of your apartment building. The way the earth caved in on the infamous stone-like creature that bulldozed through half of Japan—Gigantomachia of the League of Villians. His body was confined down so his brutish face was mere feet away from yours. His eyes were a glinted yellow, so much so they didn't resemble eyes in the slightest—moreso like large fragments of amber-filled or gold his sclera. You watched in horror as large rubbles of the road slipped down Machia's spikes, cracking their area of impact once they fell. Light after light turned on in your neighboring apartments, people opening their doors with pissed-off expressions darkened with eyebags. Looking to curse out whatever fool decided to make such a loud fuss in the middle of the night. Unsurprisingly, as the beast merely turned his head in their direction, and person after person ran out of their homes in wide-eyed fear.

Dabi rolled his eyes, unimpressed at their pathetic attempts at an escape. He raised his palm, flames bursting out from the center as screams of pain erupted. You stared in horror as the people you'd politely smile to every day burnt up before your eyes. You didn't plan it. Your arms reached up and grabbed Dabi's forearm to pull it down into our chest. You cringed when the flame lightly skimmed your shoulder, yet our grip on his arm remained iron. You refused to let people die right in front of you.

'What the fuck are you doing?!' He yelled, his flames dissipating as you watched a minuscule bunch run away safely. Dabi shoved you hard into the ground, glaring down at you in absolute annoyance. Yet you returned his glare, looking up at him with resentment. 'Fine, you wanna die? Go ahead.' He aimed his palm in your direction, a twinge of flames hurling out. Without a doubt, you were scared. You were scared of dying, scared of never seeing your loved ones again, and scared of the sorrow your death would cause. You hadn't had the impact you wished to have yet, yet here you were, about to die before barely making a dent of meaning in your life. But in that fear, you felt angry. Angry that you were being relentlessly harmed over helping someone who needed it, angry that Dabi would mercilessly burn the innocent without hesitation, and angry that he was mad at you over trying to save them. He was so unreasonable.

'God! Can you quit it?! I understand your pain, and I understand where you're coming from. But those people aren't Endeavour, Rei, or whoever else you hate! They didn't do anything to deserve being killed over, just like you didn't do anything to deserve what you went through as a kid. So why are you hurting them?!' You glared at him, adjusting your posture so you were sitting upright, a hand soothing the blistering burn on your shoulder. His flames fizzled out, and you saw his eyes widen. He was silent, still. As though for both of you, time stopped. You heard desperate steps fade away into the background, rubble from Machia falling upon the grass, and the sizzles of Dabi's flames eating away the fresh corpses that littered the scene about you two. His expression was apathetic, you couldn't read him. Yet, you felt his mind racing, before his palm picked up and slapped you, hard, right across your face.

'You understand me? Is that what you fucking said?' He was absolutely livid. You could hear the absolute anger in his voice, yet a soft smile spread across his lips. Your cheek felt stung, warm, and you were absolutely speechless. For some reason, him slapping you across your face felt more painful than the burn on your shoulder and the scrapes on your palms combined. It was the way he looked down at you. Down at you with absolute fury, as though you were a senseless fool. 'Don't you dare say you understand me when you haven't gone through what I did.' You could tell he wanted to kill you in that moment. You flinched when he reached out to you, expecting this to be your final moment. Instead, he threw you over his shoulder and jumped onto Machia's back, being dragged away to god knows where. You looked up to his face, catching a glimpse of his thumb wiping a droplet of blood from the corner of his eyes before wiping it onto his sleeve. Did he become injured? Or was that a common occurance? Truly, you shouldn't care. He had just battered you, violently dragging you upon the back of a rocky beast, and yet here your nursing instincts slapped you across the face to anaylze his aid.

Quickly, your brief confusion, or worry, for Dabi fell apart as you realized your legs couldn't feel the aggressive breeze of the wind against it's skin. You fought to move, to adjust your stature, yet you felt as though your nerves were burning, fighting against an invisble force that kept you scarily limp and still. Your heart began to pound in your chest, heavy breaths shaking your lungs as you nearly began to weep over what awful drug Dabi had foresaken onto you earlier. You felt constrained, uncomfortable, a distant tingle of pain tracing about the entirety of your skin as you tried to fight the stunt in your lower half. Your legs. Your legs were paraylzed. Your mind raced a mile a minute, heart dropping deep into your stomach. This isn't fair. It's not fair. You felt as though your life has fallen so far you couldn't even hear it's impact on the floor so down below. No resonating echoes, nothing. And that nothing was not at all what you deserved. You hand quivered, tracing across your shin to your thigh. It felt as though you traced your hand on another body, or a piece of your body that was no longer attached. You were disturbed, trying to keep your sanity together as your temples and eyes burned with frustrated tears. It wasn't until a tear hit your thigh, and you didn't even feel it, did you truly begin to break down.

Everything is a fucking mess.

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