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I need some yandere platonic Hawks and Dabi with a teen reader who just meets Toga through them and just see toga and is like: SHES THE LOVE OF MY LIFE SHES SO HOT A CUTE. Also toga sees us and thinks the exact same thing but more intense and becomes a yandere for us after we have our first conversation. I need it please. And if you already have some out them in the comments or tags me in them.

Platonic yandere dad hawks/Dabi pt1

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Platonic yandere dad Hawks and Dabi with a non-binary reader curses like a sailor because they got mixed up in the wrong group in 6th grade then lost contact with them and now going into 9th grade they have like 2 friends and hawks saw reader walking down the street and stuff and then got a lot of info on them. And told Dabi about them and now they are both yandere dads for them but reader doesn’t know them. So when they are walking down the street at night after hanging out with our one friend hawks just scoops us up and brings us “home”. We are just screaming and cursing at him until he puts his hand on our mouth then we bit his hand. Also maybe mixed in is just a gremlin reader. We also have a teleportation quirk but it’s tiring when we use it a lot. We just don’t talk about our quirk and don’t use it a lot. We also have on our birth certificate that we are quirkless just because why not. So once we get comfortable(like he keeps kidnapping us and we decide to stay for a couple days since we got into a argument with our parents and that kept happening so now are are comfortable with them AND we set some ground rules or we aren’t going to stay here or visit at all) with them we’ll just randomly teleport there get snacks, stay there for a bit when we’ve had a fight with our parents, to eat with them, have movie nights, and to talk about stuff the bothers us. At some point after the like 2nd or 3rd time we’ve stayed at hawks we tell him and Dabi about our quirk. Hawks will take us out to lunch when we teleport out of school. Since they can’t really keep us there until they somehow get quirk canceling cuffs and get you to put them on they just have to deal with it. Like we’ve waken up to them about to our quirk canceling cuffs on us and have just teleported out of there. We also really like fire so we bond with Dabi kinda quickly asking him to show us the flams. Hawks gets jealous 100% but we bond with him soon after that. Dabi would also have to calm hawks down and help him look for us when we teleport away. He also helps Hawks understand the rules that we have and tells him that the more we trust them the more we’ll open up and stay longer.

I might turn this into some sort of a series with platonic yandere dad hawks/Dabi

Yandere dad Hawks/Dabi pt2

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Yandere dad Dabi and Hawks weren’t really happy about our quirk but it explains why we always were able to get out of/in the house without any of them noticing. Reader was at there house doing gymnastics things on there trampoline and the hurts there knee really bad while doing a Ariel. Like we can’t walk because of the pain we are in and we are crying a bit which we never do. So they teleport inside to get some ice, teleport to Hawks house to get some snacks because we don’t have the ones we want at our house, teleport to the couch and lay down put ice on our knee and put pillows under it. All while thinking we shouldn’t be at hawks house because he’ll over react and stuff. So we turn on the tv and just fall asleep while watching a random show we put on. Imagine hawks surprise when he sees us laying on the couch, melted ice near our knee, sound asleep, with dried tears on our face. So, then, he does the most obvious thing, ✨panic✨. Which in return wakes us up in panic and we fall of the couch and scream shit while then sitting up and holding our knee. So he immediately picks us up and flys us to the hospital which we are just like “HAWKS STOP TOUCHING MY KNEE IT HURTS SO FUCKING MUCH” but that only makes him fly faster to the hospital. So once he gets there, demands a doctor see us right away, and the doctor does some examinations (X-rays, feeling around our knee to see where it hurts), they concluded that our bones in our knee banged up against eachother but if they still hurt in 2 weeks then we have to come back for a mri or some shit. The doctor just gives us a drace and says we should be on our knee too much which for hawks translates into we should be on our knee at all but hawks is just relieved that it’s nothing too bad. Like we won’t need surgery because of it. So he thanks the doctor, gets our brace and then just picks us up and walks out checking us out and paying the bill. Once we are back to the house hawks immediately puts us on on our bed, elevates our leg, and tells us to not move at all which we don’t listen too and end up in the kitchen jumping around on one leg getting chips. He sees us, sighs, picks us up, puts us in bed, gets our chips and then just sits with us cuddling while watching The Dragon Prince in readers room. We just use the brace mostly when we are with our bio family but hawks is working on a case to frame our parents of a really bad crime so he can adopted us and keeps us safe at his house with Dabi. Dabi is 100% helping him especially after us getting hurt and being able to hid it from our parents so well.

Yandere dabi has please?

Of course!

Triggers: possessive behavior, obsessive behavior, manipulation, manipulative behavior, heavy manipulation, toxic relationship, unhealthy relationship, force relationship, mention of kidnapping, and yandere like behavior. Please be careful when reading.

Enjoy.

Dabi

Dabi is an...odd yandere.

He's quite the interesting blend of possessive and manipulative.

Though Dabi is a playboy, it's not that easy to get his attention.

Dabi is a busy man, and doesn't like his time being wasted.

To catch his attention, it's going to be two types of people.

One, someone who is just as flirtatious and playful as him.

He likes having someone he can relate to and have some fun with.

Hell you two just might have a flirt contest, whoever blushes first loses.

And the second kind of person he would likely be attracted to is someone who is serious and knows what they want.

They are straightforward and aren't afraid to ask for what they need.

He loves this type of person because they are so entertaining and mess around with.

He loves how quickly he can irritate them.

~

Now there's a huge difference between Dabi going yandere for you, and him just having a crush.

It's going to take quite a bit for him to go full out yandere.

But that doesn't mean that his yandere tendencies won't show up when he does have a crush on you.

An example of those tendencies would be him manipulating you to hang out with him and him alone.

Or maybe not allowing you to go on any other missions except with either him or Toga.

But Madden! What does it take for him to go yandere? You might be asking.. well patience my dear reader.

You are going to have to get a pretty close bond with Dabi for him to start going yandere.

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Dabi is a tough nut to crack.

So getting him to bond with someone is going to take a lot of patience.

It would likely start off with you just wanting to be friends with the half burnt man.

And you would make constant attempts to carry out conversation with him, but that would always fail.

Yet you still tried and tried, until one day he finally cracked and decided to talk back.

This was the beginning of a great friendship.

Awkward small talk will eventually evolve into actual conversation about a mutually like topic between you two.

And that topic will eventually lead into you telling childhood stories.

It's going to take a while, but Dabi will eventually start to tell small child stories of when he shoplifted from a convenience store or things of the like.

It's going to take a long time.

But he will eventually tell you about what his actual childhood was like.

And once that happens there's no going back.

Dabi will start to catch feelings at this point.

Dabi will start to want to have you hang around him and him only.

You're having a talk with the entire league?

Not anymore you're outside in the alleyway hanging out with him while he smokes.

You don't have a say it.

And if you dare try to protest, he'll put on puppy dog eyes and say something along the following lines.

"What do you mean you wanna go back inside? Doll, I thought we were best friends...I was just feeling kinda down and needed some time with ya."

And can you really say no to him after all that he's been put through?

No, no you cannot.

And he'll make sure that you'll never be able to say no to him.

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It won't take Dabi that long to kidnap you.

It's likely going to only be a few weeks after he catches feelings for you before he takes you.

The kidnapping itself will be fairly smooth.

You'll be asleep when he does it so there won't be any struggling.

But don't worry. As long as you're good he'll treat you well.

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In short: He's an interesting one.

Word count: 633

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Thanks for reading!

Toddler! *Yandere!* Bnha x Reader

So i was planning on making this a series but you know gotta test the water first and i oop-. Okay lets be clear on the title, they were yandere before turning into a toddler. The girls will be genderbend cause why not.

Welcome to the forst part of how ever long this shit will be.

Well this isnt the FIRST part it basically and intro so like im explain this shit first and put all the warnings here.

There will be like little mini special chapters like for hoildays, birthdays, crack moments (there will be plenty of those) and even you guys can request scenarios.

So here are all the warnings

Swearing (kacchan and me, i cuss a lot)

Smut (its may not be good but i tried)

Lime

Craziness

Sexual themes

Grammar mistakes

A few yandere moments

I thinks thats, it im terrible at writing agnst, i cant write it at all so sorry.

But i do hope you guys in enjoy this, i would like to hear from you guys.

Bye, i luv u.

Toddler reader: Daddy why do you have so many scars?

Dabi: I had to make myself ugly to keep the ladies away.

Reader: Oh… Shiggy said it’s cause you messed up your quirk while lighting a candle.

Dabi: We’ll shiggy is a loser who has no friends

Yes, but imagine this:

Toddler Y/n: but why do you want to keep the ladies away?

Dabi, shrugging: because then I wouldn't have time for you. If I'm ugly, I'll scare everyone away and get to be with you all the time, bub.

Y/n, lips wobbling: y-you burned yourself for me?

Dabi, master manipulator: hmm... sure, you could say that. So, don't ever leave your scary old dad, hm?

Y/n, bursting into tears and hugging Dabi: I- I promise I'll never leave you dad! And- and you're not ugly! Or scary! You're the handsomest man in the world!

Dabi, hugging you and feeling slightly guilty for manipulating you: aww, thanks bub.

But then a few days later, Dabi walked I'm on his toddler trying to burn herself... with a candle. "Y/N!" He yelled as soon as he saw you placing your hand on the candle. You only got to burn the tip of your pinky before you got startled by Dabi, who immediately pulled you away.

He grabbed your hand to inspect your burn, eyes narrowing at it before looking at your face. "WHAT WERE YOU DOING?!" His yelling and the pain from your finger made you burst into tears, and when Dabi asked you again, you answered with pitiful hiccups.

"I- I just wanted to- wanted to look like you! So then I'll never have to leave you too!"

Oh no.

Dabi's eyes immediately softened and he pulled you into his chest, shushing you with soft coos.

"Oh, Y/n, princess- you don't have to do that. No, no. I know you won't leave me. I know." He pulled you away from his chest to cup your cheek. "I won't ever let you leave me. I swear."

You sniffled, nodding.

After Dabi was done bandaging your finger up and gave you a thousand kisses, he made you promise something.

"Y/n, I want you to promise me that you'll never do something like this again. You'll never burn yourself, you'll never play with fire- you'll never even go near one, okay? Promise me?"

You nodded, linking your other pinky with his.

Too bad you were gonna acquire the same quirk as him. Its only matter of time that it will be seen whether your body can handle it or not.

Idea for a yandere Dabi x reader and yandere Hawks x reader

Warning: poor writing

Let's say when Hawks meets the reader while he was under cover and they've just started to gain Stockholm syndrome with Dabi. He sees that they're not even part of the LOV/PLF, but also Dabi's kidnapped darling. Soon Hawks gets better obsessed with the reader and plans to "rescue" them *cough* and make them his spouse *cough *. Dabi notices how hawks was starting to act around his darling, he'll hug endeavor before he lets some birdbrain hero even be near what's his (key word "lets"). Dabi even tells the reader to stay the hell away from hawks and because of fear and the beginning of stockholm syndrome; they listen (or atleast trys to). So there's another reason for specifically these two to be fight each other.

Who'll win? Who'll get the precious reader? Or will someone actually save the reader from these yanderes?

UGH- Thinking about Dabi having suspicions that you're gonna leave him because you're being so distant, so he decides to confront you in his own... personal way. Which in turn includes him grabbing you by the throat and whispering hotly in your ear. Telling you that you can't leave, you fucking can't... or he'll have to kill you and... you don't want him to burn you alive, right? Princess... do you really want him to turn you to ashes doll?... No? He didn't think so. But oh you poor, poor, dumb little thing... just tell him why?... you know his secret? What secret dollface, he has many, you gotta be more specific. Oh- oh but the way his pretty blue eyes narrow when you tell him to... "Stop, you're scaring me Touya"

I'd like to thank @dabislittlemouse post about his s/o finding out he's Touya before he announced it for this post lol

Dabi with a darling who has an oral fixation so he has you suck him off for a cigarette.... or what's left of it-

He thinks you're adorable, truly he does, and he tells you so. The way you chew on your lip or gnaw on your nails until they're bleeding. The way you'll bite on the tips of your fingers when you're engrossed in something, he adores that little pout of yours when he tells you it's something a child would do. He'll give you the occasional lollipop, letting you suck on it as he stares at you then taking it from you to pop it in his mouth. The little whines you bless him with when he does so, is probably his favorite. Occasionally, he'll catch you staring at him when he smokes, the way your eyes stay on the cigarette as he blows the smoke out the window. Tapping the ash off the tip and closing the window as he puts it out and ruffles your hair, "It's bad for you, babydoll." The way your little pout wobbles as he walks away, has him almost groaning aloud as he shifts his semi-hard cock in his pants. Dabi's not entirely mean though, he'll have no problem letting you suck on his fingers or let you keep his cock warm with your sticky tongue as he watches the latest news about him. It's because he's so nice that he has you on his lap right now, letting you grind on his cock as he blows the smoke in your face, with a hand curled around your hair to pull you away from his face as you try and wrap your lips around the stick in his hand. You're such a persistent little thing, aren't you? That's ok, he finds that shit adorable, he'll make you a little deal, princess, yeah? "You wanna suck on it, dolly?" you tilt your head at that, "...suck on what, the cigarette?" he waves the stick in your face, chuckling when your eyes follow the little stick of nicotine, "yeah baby, what else were you thinking about?" You shake your head at him, "I thought you said..." He blows the smoke in your face, watching you as you cough into your elbow. "I said it was bad for you, babydoll... but, I'm willing to let you suck on it if you can complete a little task, how 'bout it, prettygirl?" There's an immediate nod after your coughing fit. He hums as he kisses you with a grin and pops the cigarette back in his mouth as he unbuckles his belt and pulls out his cock. "You make me cum down that little throat and I'll let you have whatever's left of it."

TW: abusive relationship, implied kidnapping, hints of infantilization, brief mention of a panic attack, dabi being an asshole (like always)

Dabi hates the words "shut up"... but only when they come from you. He couldn't careless if someone else were to say it, he'd just set them on fire if they ever even thought of disrespecting him that way. But, when it comes from you, it feels like a whole new level of disrespect. The little sneer you give him as you utter his least favorite words that slip from you, you do it so easily too. Whenever he pisses you off or goes a little too far with the teasing, pushing him away with a little huff of, "shut up, Dabi." Oh, it's so much fucking worse when you use "Dabi" knowing damn well you always call him Touya now.

It pisses him off, truly it does. There's always this nasty urge clawing at his chest to grab you up by your hair and make you apologize to him. It gives him a strong feeling of sadistic-glee to see you spewing apologies of, "sorry, Touya"'s and "it won't happen again, Touya"'s until your tongue feels heavy and your eyes are lined with red as they get puffy from all your whining. That's when he truly adores you, when you're clingy and compliant, huffing when he gets up even for a second, reaching for him as he climbs into bed with you.

"C'mere baby, come give me a kiss," you know it's not a question, but a demand. You don't care though, he makes you so mad. Taunting you, pulling at your hair and slapping your ass until there's hand-shaped bruises appearing only hours later... only to demand kisses afterwards. There's a nasty little glare you give him when he glances away from the television to look at you.

With a scowl, you move further away from him, "no." At that he gets off the couch and yanks you up by your arm with a scoff, "the fuck you mean no, doll? I wasn't asking." There's an immediate thrashing coming from you, "shut up, no, let go Dabi." There's a slap to your ass as he makes you stand on your feet. "Say that shit again, I dare you to say that shit again." You can feel your throat start to close up as you fight to get him off of you. Your breathing becomes ragged as your eyes get bleary.

"You wanna go in the corner, huh? Answer me before I make the decision for you." There's a shake of your head as a cry scratches itself from your throat, the sickly taste of bile starts to become apparent as Dabi continues to squeeze your arm tighter. "I'm not a f-fucking child Dabi," you croak out, your throat becoming dryer with every inhale.

He grins so wide his staples almost pop loose, "you're not a f-fucking child, huh? 'Cause you're certainly fuckin' actin' like one." He mocks, sitting back down on the couch as he pulls you into his lap. Forcing your head into the crook of his neck, he pets your hair as he shushes you. He waits a couple minutes for you to calm down before he speaks again, "... you know I hate hurting you, baby. It tears me up, it really does. You know I got too though, right? You know I gotta teach you good behaviour?" There's a nod into his shoulder as your sobs quiet down. "Good. It'll be so much easier for both of us if you keep up your good behaviour, that way you won't get punished."

Dabi truly hates when you spit that ugly phrase at him, it makes him become this monster, one that causes him to leave blunt, cresent-moon shaped marks in your skin. A monster that thrives on your fear when doe eyes quickly turn to fear as azure flames lick at your skin, leaving ugly red splotches on soft flesh.

Thank you so much @mostlyheinous for letting me make a little post based off your one Dabi audio. I hope I made you proud. 😭

TW: abusive relationship, degradation, physical abuse, verbal abuse, toxic Dabi.

Dabi is an asshole, you knew that, hell- everyone knew that. He never tried to hide it, never feigned nice, never even tried to give a compliment. He absolutely didn't know shit about privacy and personal space, either that or he just didn't care. You're willing to bet it's the former. So it's no big surprise when Dabi bursts into your room unannounced, with a scowl. He looks severely unhappy, looking you up and down and scoffing.

"What's your problem?" you ask with a sneer, adjusting your dress. He stands quiet for a minute before rolling his eyes and giving your dress a once-over. "You look like a slut," he shrugs, shutting your door and throwing your clothes mindlessly on the floor, and plopping down on your bed- if you can even call it that, putting his nasty, muddy shoes on your comforter.

Whipping around, you throw a tube of lipgloss at him, but unfortunately he catches it, throwing it to the side. "Who the fuck are you talking too? Get the hell out Dabi, go bother someone else." You scowl at him, turning back towards the mirror. He stares at you for a moment, getting up he grabs you by the hair, wrapping it around his fist and yanking you up. There's an immediate struggle on your side, hitting at his hand and pushing his chest.

"Who the fuck am I talking too? I'm talking to you bitch," there's a slap to your face, one of his rings catches your bottom, busting it open. "The fuck are you even wearing, huh? You found a new job at the street corner? How much you make a night sucking cock, hm? You let anyone fuck you, don't you? I fucking knew you felt looser, dirty bitch." There's blood leaking down your chin, getting on your chest and staining your dress. You try to push him away but he just slaps your hands away, grabbing your face, squeezing your cheeks together.

"Dabi stop!! Let go, you're hurting me," your crying now, mascara leaking down your cheeks. Dabi rubs at your wet eyes, ruining your eyeliner in the process, he snarls at you. "Shut the fuck up, I'm not hurting you, dumb bitch." He spits on his hand, rubbing it all over your face. "There all better, now you look a little less ugly," he grins.

You're sobbing now, repeatedly attempting to push his hand away, slapping at his chest. He ignores your attempt of a broken struggle, pulling you towards the bed and throwing you on it back first. Climbing on top of you, he rips your dress open. "Stop, stop, this was expensive."

He stops at that, looking up at you, he laughs in your face. Singeing the rest of your dress, he leans back with narrowed eyes. "That shit was expensive? That fucking rag costed money? It wasn't even covering shit, you had your fucking tits out and everything- if you can even call these tits," he grabs handfuls of your chest. Pulling at your nipples through your bra and spitting on your chest. "These barely pass for a fucking B cup." His saliva drips down the valley of your breasts, making them sticky.

"Dabi... please stop, please.." your voice comes out in a croak, chest still heaving with sobs. He scoffs at you, climbing off you and running a hand through his hair. It's quiet for a few minutes, cept for your sniffles now and again. "I told you I didn't want you going out, you didn't fucking listen to me. This is all your fault you know... if you're gonna blame someone blame yourself." You close your eyes, trying to steady your breathing before you nod at him. He hums at you, "are you gonna listen next time- actually there won't be a next time. You're not allowed to go out anymore if I'm not with you. I don't care if Toga asks, you come to me first." You nod at him, pushing yourself up on your hands, "I'll ask Dabi, I promise." He nods at you, "good." Throwing a make-up wipe at you, he leaves.

I don't think I could ever verbally explain how much I love this, I adore when Dabi is soft because he rarely shows it. It's just so honoring to have him this vulnerable.

★彡SOFT YANDERE DABI SHORT DRABBLE☆彡

Soft Yandere Dabi x Darling!

Synopsis: You read something that disturbs you greatly, your heart aching and in need of comfort. Your captor is happy to clear up some misunderstandings. (I do not condone any book or author burning, it’s just for the story)

Warnings: Soft NSFW (smut), light yandere themes, cursing, pet names (doll, sweet girl, princess), afab reader, FLUFF, fingering, penetrative sex, mentions of murder, Dabi is not a soft man even if he’s being soft

You didn’t realize you were crying until you tasted your own tears. The pages in your hands slowly blurring as you tried to rationalize with yourself. It’s just a story, fiction, not real. Though, try as you might, your empathetic heart aches with the thought of something so horrid ever happening to you. The main character in your novel, the adventurous and wonderful protagonist, meets a torturous end at the hands of the one they loved most.

Manipulated, used, abused, and left behind like trash.

The first hiccuped sob is a bit loud, as you quickly move to stifle the next. Why this was hitting you so deeply, you truly couldn’t fathom. Maybe it was the thought of him doing it to you. The man in question certainly capable and able of bad deeds like no other, but when it came to you he was always gentle. Even when he claimed he wasn’t, that he was going to be “rough” and “show you who was in charge”, they was empty threats followed by pleasure and loving hands thereafter.

It might be due to your attachment to the series, a different protagonist and antagonist in each book but all set in the same world and slowly intertwining as you near the end. This was the second to last book, but the ending has you struggling to pick up the next. It was just so sad, and the author depicted the emotional and physical pain so well.

You sniffled, putting the book on the night stand and getting up to go get a glass of water from the kitchen. Dabi was gone on mission, and you weren’t sure when he would be back anyhow. It was best to put the TV on and find something to distract yourself.

Is what you thought, but just as you passed the front door, it unlocked and opened to reveal your tall captor dressed in casual street wear. A black torn up hoodie with a white t-shirt underneath, the hood up over his head and a black cotton mask hiding everything but his electric blue eyes. His black jeans with a spiked belt and combat boots were a little muddy, but it wasn’t too unusual since it was the rainy season. He held a plastic shopping bag in his right hand, and the house keys in the left. Both dropped to the ground though, and faster than really should be normal, your face was cradled in his hands as he looked down on you in a panic. Water dripped off his soaked clothing and onto you and the floor below.

“Hey doll, wanna tell me what’s wrong?” It was nearly threatening how he asked it. Especially with his mask covering up a lot of his expression, but you were familiar with the concern in his gaze, despite there being a hint of malice attached too.

“Oh, no it’s nothing important!” The embarrassment of having been caught crying over a story was enough torture, let alone explaining it aloud to a man who could very well laugh at you because of it. The thought of being ridiculed by Dabi left a sour taste in your mouth, and you were eager to change the subject.

“You’re all wet! Let me grab a towelー” When you tried to move away, his grip changed on your face. Instead of the gentle caress a moment ago, he now gripped your jaw and cheeks in one hand, and his atmosphere changed. Despite him being a flame quirk, the chills he could evoke were terrifying. “Try moving away again when I ask you a question, I don’t really feel like punishing you tonight, but if that’s what you want…” He trailed off, and you didn’t need to be told twice.

Maybe it was the tone of voice he used now, or the threat of punishment… even though they were never really punishments in your opinion, but the flood gates opened nonetheless. Your tears were thankfully enough for his irritation to evaporate back into concern, strong arms wrapping around you and pulling you close to lean on him. He smelled like rain and smoke, and a bit spicy. He’d likely been active, but the way he smelled was familiar and comforting. It was no longer a scent which evoked terror in you, instead you melted into his damp embrace.

“Okay, okay, how about this? You go start the shower. Set the temperature just how you like. I’ll be there to join you in a minute, yeah?” His raspy low voice turned soothing, a gentle hand cupping your cheek so he could press his forehead against your own. You felt a shiver run through you, the sick feeling in your gut lessening with his idea. He did always complain about your preferred shower temperature, and the teasing wasn’t lost on you as you sniffed and nodded. Blowing your nose also sounded like a good idea, snot probably on his hoodie already. He gave your head a quick kiss, pushing you in the direction of the bathroom as he moved to shut and lock the door behind him. You followed his order, padding across the floor and onto the tile of the bathroom, the chill traveling up your spine and setting you into motion.

The spray of water hitting your bare skin was uncomfortable at first. You really did just want to curl up in a ball and pretend this all wasn’t happening. You struggled to formulate a better plausible reason for you acting like this, but your mind kept coming up blank.

It was too late, as the bathroom door opened and Dabi entered. The clear glass door hid nothing from his eyes as he smirked and shamelessly watched you for a moment. His face mask was gone, along with his hoodie. He easily stripped off his shirt, his body on display this time for you as he slowly undid his belt. You liked when he did this, put on a show of sorts, even though when he’d first taken you, he hardly ever took his shirt off even when you were intimate. His crude attitude made him come off confident, if not overly, about his looks. You knew better now though, the insecurities his burns and scars carried. You always did your best to turn that around though, to tell and show him how much they amplified his charm and appeal to you. His gaze caught yours as he finally joined you, both of you naked and exposed but the water and tight space seemed to make it less vulnerable.

He wasted little time in grabbed your body wash and soaping you up. His touch teasing and light, riling despite his denial in doing so. Grazing your nipples so innocently, as if he truly is just interested in washing you. Only just barely applying pressure to your clit, and pretending like he hadn’t teased you until you were dripping. “I’m just trying to clean you up doll, and you’re getting off on it?” His tone was mocking, but you could care less as he dipped a finger and then another inside you. The ache in your chest lessened by a new ache in your belly. He’d barely pumped his fingers a few times in you, and you were already close.

“Dabiー”

“Shh… I know. Just come for me, don’t think about anything else. You can do that for me can’t you?” He was behind you, front flush with your back and his hard cock pressed between your ass. Your legs were shaking, arms hooked behind you to hang on as he began teasing your clit too.

It was too much. “Dabi please, I can’t!”

“You don’t really have a choice doll… don’t make me tell you againー fuck, good girl.” You were falling apart in seconds, your pussy drenching his hand and the tension in your belly snapping.

He washed you again, this time methodically. His touch was no longer arousing, more intent on massaging your muscles and loosening the rest of the tension you carried. Though his lips pressed against your own, and he whispered praises in your ear, nothing else took place.

He dried you off, dressed you in one of his shirts, and pushed you towards the bed.

“Now…” he looked serious, climbing onto the bed after you in only a pair of dark boxers. You leaned back, nervous as he took position over you, arms and legs caging you in. “Care to tell me what upset you?” His gaze was daring you to lie, and you were certainly tempted to do so, but you were already drained. He’d hardly been home for half an hour and was crumbling your defenses.

Dabi was nothing if not observant and meticulous when it came to you.

“Something sad happened to the protagonist in my book…” Your tongue dipped out to wet your lips, his eyes tracking every little twitch and movement you made like a predator waiting to strike.

He didn’t speak. His stony expression didn’t give way to the ridicule you expected either. His only indication for you to continue was a slight nod of his head. You chose to settle your stare on his collar bone, easier than meeting his intense gaze. “A-and it, um, it made me sad… I guess? It made me sort of… compare it to u-us. Like, if it happened to me…” Your eyes flicked briefly up to his own before back down again. The confession messy and hardly worth noting, at least in your own opinion.

He grunted, making you look back up as he cocks a brow down at you in his usual mildly condescending attitude. “You think I might do the bad thing that happened in your book to you?” His guess was a bullseye, and it didn’t make you feel good to even paint him in that light. You knew logically he’d never do something so atrocious to you, not if he meant how he felt for you.

But insecurities don’t listen or feed off logic.

He must’ve gotten some non-verbal confirmation from you, because in the next moment he was reaching over the bedside table and grabbing up the offending novel, setting it ablaze right before your eyes. The dust and ashes lightly decorating your torso as you gaped in shock. He grinned, looking pleased as he brushed the remnants of the pages off you. “I don’t read all the books I get you, no point and they don’t really interest me, but I do read their synopsis and spoilers. You think I’d let me friends fuck you?”

You felt the atmosphere getting dangerous as he looked downright feral. A warm hand on your chest pressing you flat on your back into the mattress.

“Think I’d sit back and watch while a bunch of deranged shit bags had their fill of you?” His tone was menacing, hissing out his visible disgust even as he spoke. “This is clearly my fault, isn’t it doll?” You weren’t sure how to answer him, but he laughed when you quickly shook your head. The rhetorical question seeming to lead nowhere good. “No, I think we need to have a revisit to an old lesson. Who you belong to, is me, and me alone, sweet girl.” His hand drags up your chest to your throat where his long fingers encircle it. He doesn’t squeeze hard, but he does place enough pressure for you to feel to dominance he’s displaying. “Have I been to nice with you? Is that why you don’t know the answer to what I’d do if anyone tried to even touch you?” You weren’t able to fully shake your head, so it forced to speak even though it came out strained.

“N-no… I-I’m sorry Dabiー” he cut your apology short by briefly cutting your oxygen.

“Nu-uh doll, we aren’t doing little apologies right now. We’re having open and honest dialogue here.” If he wasn’t currently choking you and pinning you to the bed, maybe you’d believe that. He released his tight grip, going back to gentle pressure as you gasped for air, panting.

“No, we’re going to have a test. If you get at least 80% correct, I’ll pass you. If you don’t however…” he trailed off, looking down at you with mock pity. It made you nervous and excited all at once, and he must’ve noticed the way you squeezed your thighs because he sat up on his knees now. His free hand pressing on your lower abdomen and moving down to your bare cunt under his shirt. “Always so ready for me, aren’t you doll?” You wanted to argue he was always teasing you, that was the true explanation behind your arousal, but it might end whatever was happening so you kept quiet. He trailed a finger up through your folds, your legs spreading wider in invitation for him to do more. He doesn’t though, just softly spreading your arousal over your clit before moving back down to do it again. It felt good, but it wasn’t enough. Not even close to what you needed to send you over the edge. Your little whines and pleas would go ignored, Dabi loving edging just as much as he loved overstimulation. Either produced the reaction he truly adored, your body and mind unable to function without him.

“Now… question number oneーpay attention” he sent a sharp slap to your clit that had you jerking and crying out in his hold, “ーwhat is the fastest way to piss me off?” Your poor clit throbbed, but you swallowed and did your best to answer coherently.

“L-lie to you…?” Another slap to your clit had you whining as you dug your heels into the bed to push away from him to little avail. It was the wrong answer.

“Not what you do to piss me off, I mean in general, doll. What’s the quickest way for someone to burn?” He spoke so casually about murder, it barely registered as anything odd to you. You took a moment longer to think about it, and he kindly let you as he returned to teasing your slit.

You shivered, “To hurt me…” you whispered softly, but moaned loudly the next moment when he sank a finger into you. Your head leaned back as he began pumping into you at the perfect pace, curling up even as your hips lifted to meet him. “Good girl…” he murmured, but he was watching the way your tight cunt took his finger.

“Next question.” He chuckled at your whine, clearly you weren’t an eager student. “Who would kill everyone if anything happened to you?” Despite his horrendous words, you couldn’t fathom caring as you felt the coil tightening inside you. “Y-you would, oh there!” You moaned wantonly as he slipped another finger inside and curled them to rub at that perfect spot. The sound of him finger fucking you was erotic and distracting.

“Fuck you’re so wet, I think you like these lessons…” his expression was salacious, and you tightened around him seeing it. He licked his lips, and you knew he was nearing his own limit if the tent in his boxers was any indication.

“Question number three, would I ever fucking let someone else touch you, let alone share you?” You moaned, feeling your orgasm approaching, fingers clenching the sheets in a death grip as you struggled to speak. He was doing it on purpose. Just a little more andー

He slid his fingers out before you could come, “Please!” It was a useless and futile plea.

He laughed, looking so amused as the grip around your neck got tighter and he pushed you back into the mattress. “Answer me sweet girl, or you won’t come again tonight.” It wasn’t a threat, it was a warning, and you knew from experience to take it seriously. He’d edge you the entire night. “N-no! You wouldn’t! You wouldn’t!”

Your fervent answer must’ve satisfied him, or he’d reached his limit. It hardly mattered when his thick cock bumped your clit. The swollen and reddened tip so hot in comparison to the cool metal of his piercings. You couldn’t spread your legs any further, only able to arch your back and beg for him to just fuck you already. He used his hand still wet with your juices to pump his shaft a few times, groaning when he finally did sink his tip into you.

Then he slammed fully inside and had you wailing.

“Fuck yes!” He hissed, gritting his teeth in a savage grin. His free hand now anchored your hip down, as he began a brutal pace of possessiveness and ownership. He was claiming your cunt as he fit every inch of himself inside you. Bullying your poor cervix as his balls slapped against your ass. He knew how to angle his hips to grind into your clit as well in this position, and it had you seeing stars when you came so suddenly.

His rhythm faltered only momentarily when he realized you’d came so quickly, chuckling as his ego soared. “Oh yeah? You love my cock that fucking much, dirty princess?” He wasn’t kind as he fucked you right through your orgasm. He grunted, pulling out of you only to flip you on your stomach and yank your ass up to fill you again from behind. It was a whole new stretch and pressure that had you noisily crying out as he pressed your face into the mattress. His chest against your back and vicious thrusts were animalistic but also so intimate. It was grounding as all thoughts left you and you surrendered to just feeling.

He must’ve felt it too, as he leaned back and slowed down to a more manageable pace for you to breathe.

“Last question… who owns this pussy?” It had you shivering, as you quietly managed to choke out his name.

His hand came down on your ass now, both sides smacked painfully. It only made the pleasure intensify as you tightened around his cock, making him moan. “Louder!”

“Dabiー” two more hits landed on your ass, the burning sensation coupled with the perfect way he filled you up had you nearing another orgasm.

“Poor thing,” he mocked, “Am I just fucking you that good? You can’t fucking think now? Who owns this pussy!?” He was already spanking you again as you wailed out your answer.

“You! Dabi! Dabi owns my pussy!” He was fucking you again in earnest and it only threw you over the edge again as you came on his cock for the second time. Both hands on your hips to rip you back on his cock as he bounced you off. Your head was spinning as you babbled nonsense, unable to keep your chest up as your arms gave out. He was chasing his own finish now though, roughly fucking you down into the mattress as you finally felt him say your name lowly and his hot cum fill you up.

You stayed like that for a minute or so as you both worked to catch your breath. As always though, Dabi recovered quicker as he lazily slid out of your twitching cunt now dripping his white hot load out and onto the bed. He reached out to spread you wider, a closer view to watch it run out of you. Then he used one hand to catch it, this time pushing it back inside of you and causing you to whine at the contact to your sore cunt.

“Dabi…” his name on your lips hoarse.

“I know, doll. Tired?” He asked so sweetly while still fucking his come back inside you.

“Yes…” he only hummed, finally losing interest as he helped you onto your back and kissed your tear stained cheek.

“You feel better?” His eyes were gentle and face relaxed as he began drawing mindless patterns across your face with the tip of his thumb. The soothing action had you blinking tiredly. You only nodded, a soft smile on your lips as the earlier ache and worry disappeared.

You should’ve known better. This man was a lunatic and out of his mind, your fears were unfounded.

“Good. Go to sleep, I’ll clean you up.”

When you’d finally drifted off to sleep, Dabi cleaned himself up and got dressed.

He had an author to burn alongside the book after all.

You are looking for asks? Alright!

What is your take on the guys of MHA? Who do you think would most likely be a yandere? Lets say that they have taken notice of person who likes to draw. When she has a spare moment she doesn't play on her phone but instead likes to draw in a sketch book that she carries with her everywhere. After a few encounters one sided encounters (she doesn't notice their presence) she accidentally leaves her sketch book on a park bench. How would yanderes respond to finding the sketch book? What if the sketch book contained the reader's contact information?

Yandere Dabi x artistic reader

Okay maybe I am a simp but i always pictured dabi as a yandere (also he gives: darling guess whose back from jail, vibes )

TW : yandere stuff, simp behavior, bad English since its not my native language

Let me know which mha character I should write about too💜

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I just always saw Dabi as a yandere, I mean think about it. This guy is traumatized to no end, hes clearly obsessed with revenge and seems laser focused on his goals.

So when he spotted you by yourself in a cafe he was intrigued. Everyone in there was looking at their phones except for you two. To be honest he would look at it if he had one, but lets be honest my man is fucking broke. And you, since you were focused on the paper infront of you.

Your sketch book was filled with drawings of everything you could think of, it showed which shows you watch, what your favorite flowers are, even your personal style could be found in the characters outfits. And he was so fascinated by the way you stopped caring for your surroundings and stared at the page.

He couldn’t help but follow you home. He knew he was messed up but stalking was a new level for him. But he loved watching you so much, he always imagined how things would go if he was there too, sitting on the couch watching you draw while one hand was resting on your thigh.

And then his lucky day came. You forgot your sketchbook while some random thief came into the cafe you were sitting in. Poor baby, he thought, so scared of some thief even though he could show you real power.

But now here he was holding your beloved sketchbook in his scared hands, brushing over the stickers you put on it and finally getting a look inside.

Wtf was that ?!?! Why are you drawing those awful heroes?! They are just good for nothings who wouldn’t even care for your existence!!! They are not hot !! … why is there a sketch of Shoto in it ?

Dont worry darling hes coming to get you. Who cares about your old life, he will give you all the utensils you need. He will show you what a real hero is. And he will be just that.

Your hero.

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I hope you liked it darling 💜 please let me know your opinion and further ideas, this ask showed me how much i love writing for mha 💜

Let me know your opinions and what character should be next 💜

𝐘𝐀𝐍!𝐃𝐀𝐁𝐈 𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 ━━━ ❥

ᴍᴀsᴛᴇʀʟɪsᴛ ʀᴜʟᴇs : ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴀsᴛᴇʀʟɪsᴛ ɪs ᴅɪᴠɪᴅᴇᴅ ɪɴᴛᴏ sᴇᴠᴇɴ ᴅɪғғᴇʀᴇɴᴛ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs. ᴀʟʟ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs ʜᴀᴠᴇ ғᴀɴғɪᴄᴛɪᴏɴs ᴀɴᴅ ʜᴇᴀᴅᴄᴀɴᴏɴs ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴅɪғғᴇʀᴇɴᴛ ᴘʟᴏᴛs ʙᴜᴛ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴛʜᴇ sᴀᴍᴇ ɪᴅᴇᴀ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ.

𝙿𝚛𝚘𝚕𝚘𝚐𝚞𝚎 : 𝙱𝚎𝚐𝚒𝚗𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐 : 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚂𝚝𝚊𝚕𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐

𝔽𝕒𝕟𝕗𝕚𝕔𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟𝕤

━ ❥

ℍ𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕔𝕒𝕟𝕠𝕟𝕤

━ ❥

𝙲𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚘𝚗𝚎 : 𝚂𝚝𝚊𝚐𝚎 𝚘𝚗𝚎 : 𝙳𝚎𝚗𝚒𝚊𝚕

𝔽𝕒𝕟𝕗𝕚𝕔𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟𝕤

━ ❥

ℍ𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕔𝕒𝕟𝕠𝕟𝕤

━ ❥

━ ❥

𝙲𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚠𝚘 : 𝚂𝚝𝚊𝚐𝚎 𝚝𝚠𝚘 : 𝙰𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚛

𝔽𝕒𝕟𝕗𝕚𝕔𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟𝕤

━ ❥

ℍ𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕔𝕒𝕟𝕠𝕟𝕤

━ ❥

━ ❥

𝙲𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚎𝚎: 𝚂𝚝𝚊𝚐𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚎𝚎 : 𝙱𝚊𝚛𝚐𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐

𝔽𝕒𝕟𝕗𝕚𝕔𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟𝕤

━ ❥ 𝙰 𝙿𝚛𝚘𝚖𝚒𝚜𝚎 𝚒𝚜 𝚊 𝙿𝚛𝚘𝚖𝚒𝚜𝚎

ℍ𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕔𝕒𝕟𝕠𝕟𝕤

━ ❥

━ ❥

𝙲𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚏𝚘𝚞𝚛 : 𝚂𝚝𝚊𝚐𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚞𝚛 : 𝙳𝚎𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚘𝚗

𝔽𝕒𝕟𝕗𝕚𝕔𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟𝕤

━ ❥

ℍ𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕔𝕒𝕟𝕠𝕟𝕤

━ ❥ 𝙱𝚛𝚘𝚔𝚎𝚗 𝙽𝚞𝚖𝚋

━ ❥

𝙲𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚏𝚒𝚟𝚎 : 𝚂𝚝𝚊𝚐𝚎 𝚏𝚒𝚟𝚎 : 𝙰𝚌𝚌𝚎𝚙𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚎

𝔽𝕒𝕟𝕗𝕚𝕔𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟𝕤

━ ❥ 𝙽𝚘𝚝 𝙸𝚏 𝚃𝚑𝚎𝚢'𝚛𝚎 𝙳𝚎𝚊𝚍

𝚆𝚑𝚢 𝙱𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝙻𝚒𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚐

ℍ𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕔𝕒𝕟𝕠𝕟𝕤

━ ❥

━ ❥

𝙴𝚙𝚒𝚕𝚘𝚐𝚞𝚎 : 𝙰𝚕𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚗𝚊𝚝𝚎 𝙴𝚗𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐 : 𝚁𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗𝚐𝚎

𝔽𝕒𝕟𝕗𝕚𝕔𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟𝕤

━ ❥

ℍ𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕔𝕒𝕟𝕠𝕟𝕤

━ ❥

ℝ𝕖𝕢𝕦𝕖𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕕 𝕓𝕪 𝕠𝕣𝕖𝕟𝕛𝕚𝕟𝕖𝕜𝕚

ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢ : ɢᴏʀᴇ, ᴍᴇɴᴛɪᴏɴs ᴏғ ɴᴜᴅɪᴛʏ, sʜᴀᴄᴋʟᴇs ᴀɴᴅ ᴅᴀʀᴋ ᴛʜᴇᴍᴇs, sʟɪɢʜᴛʟʏ sᴜɢɢᴇsᴛɪᴠᴇ ᴛʜᴇᴍᴇs.

ᴘʟᴏᴛ : ᴀғᴛᴇʀ ᴀ ғᴀɪʟᴇᴅ ᴀᴛᴛᴇᴍᴘᴛ ᴏғ ᴛʀʏɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ᴇsᴄᴀᴘᴇ, ʏᴏᴜ ᴍᴀᴋᴇ ᴀ ʀɪsᴋʏ ᴅᴇᴀʟ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴅᴀʙɪ

ᴍɪɴᴏʀs ᴅᴏ ɴᴏᴛ ɪɴᴛᴇʀᴀᴄᴛ

ᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ : 2.1ᴋ

(sᴏʀʀʏ ɪғ ɪᴛ's ɴᴏᴛ ɢᴏᴏᴅ, ᴛʜɪs ɪs ᴍʏ ғɪʀsᴛ ᴛɪᴍᴇ ᴡʀɪᴛɪɴɢ ғᴀɴғɪᴄᴛɪᴏɴ)

𝐀 𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐚 𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐞 ━━━ ❥

You shouldn't have done it. You shouldn't have tried to escape. You tried everything to break the shackle, but each item failed you. You could feel your sore ankle throbbing madly at your chained bruise, which only made you regret your choice even more.

Earlier today, Dabi had taken you lingerie shopping since you had been so nice for him for the past month. At this point, you had given up trying to escape, for every plan you ever thought of always backfired. And it only ended up punishing you worse than the last.

It was like he knew you inside out. He knew every small flaw, every tiny imperfection, every little detail there was to know about you. You were almost like a subject textbook he had learnt by heart, including the first boring pages students normally tend skip.

It freaked you out, how he could read your mind. You liked a lingerie? He was already holding it out for you. You eyed a set you found cute for a second? That went in the bag as well. It wass almost as if his piercing turquoise eyes were seeing the world through your (e/c) orbs.

Then again, when had it not?

You had just stayed quiet after that, letting Dabi do the shopping for you instead. Occasionally, he'd pull out a set, showing it to you, and you'd just nod or shake your head in response. Each set got more softer or degrading than the last.

While he stood there, shopping you for some bras, you turned your gaze away, outside the shop were people were crowding up. Just normal people, enjoying there freedom, safely guarded by cops.

And that's when you saw it.

Cops.

Lazily strolling around the mall, going to grab a box of donuts were men dressed in black and white. Your father worked for the police force, and soon enough, a familiar male had caught your eye from the small crowd of men.

Your heart skipped a beat at the sight. Your father was walking along, his saunter lazy but serious. Dull, a little pale and unhealthy, but otherwise fine, he was chatting it up with his mates, walking to the donut shop. He was so close, the urge to run to him was unbearable.

You glanced back at Dabi, who was still occupied by his lustful fantasies. As though acting on its own, your feet slowly started to move, hastily gaining speed as you began running to the crowd. Your heart was racing a mile. The flicker of hope you thought you lost was igniting again.

That was, until you felt a familiar cold hand grab your wrist, pulling you back before you could reach them.

"Where do you think you're going dollface?"

Your eyes widened as you felt Dabi's fingers digging into your skin, causing you to wince from the pressure. His cold turquoise eyes were narrowed with darkness. Anger and betrayal was swimming in his chilling orbs, which sent a shiver up your spine.

"I asked, where do you think you're going dollface?"

Fear crashed down every nerve of your body as he enunciated every word darkly. He hated when you didn't answer back, but you couldn't even find the words to when you felt your throat go dry. You gulped, feeling your legs turn to jelly as his grip tightened even more.

"I was just– I just– I wanted to go see the donut store–"

"The donut store huh?"

It was as if thunder crashed collided with you when his words reached your ears. His tone was cold, dark and unbelieving, with an underlying tone of hurt. Your body shivered at his unkind voice, immediately sensing trouble.

"I–I just thought it'd be nice if we could go see the donuts to take back home–"

"We?!"

Wrong move. His eyes flared up with pure anger and you felt yourself shrink down in his shadow. His gaze was locked on yours so ferociously you shrunk even further. God, why were you so stupid at this?

"I thought–I thought it'd be nice if I could go see the donuts to take back home–"

"Without me? While the cops were in that shop too?"

Your heart stopped as you felt his stinging words pierce into you. His voice was like poison venom. Any sense of hurt that was there before, disappeared. His eyes darkened as you gulped yet again, realizing he figured out your unplanned scheme. Before you could speak, he had harshly yanked your wrist, dragging you out the mall with him.

"Staying glued to my side ain't enough for you, huh doll? I try being nice to you and taking you out for a little shopping and you think of running away? Think it's time I glued you to the house instead. Might remind you how I'll feel the next time you try to escape."

And that was what happened. He had thrown you back where you first started. The basement. A soft padded shackle was attached around your ankle, but even that couldn't tame the soreness pulsating there. The chains tight and cold, with no warmth to protect you.

That was one of the consequences of trying to escape. Getting locked in the basement with his clothes as the only covering for your body. But it was better than his sexual punishments. It was actually his favorite rule. Either you dress in his clothes or you stay nude.

It was disgusting, how sickly he'd smile, thinking it's sweet you wore his clothes. How he'd dress you like a child in them, preferably his oversized t-shirt and boxers. And how you'd smell exactly like him. You hated this rule with all your heart.

He'd even bathe you with his shampoo and body wash. He dried you with his towel, gave you his socks and even dress you in his pajamas. And if the pants were still too big, even after folding them, he'd just give you his boxers.

It made you gag, every time you saw his mawkish sweet smile, his sick apologies and reminders after he punished you. He says he doesn't want to, he doesn't want to be anything like his father. But how could he not when you're been misbehaving with him?

The basement door creaked open, and in entered Dabi, his boots clumping down the rough ground, echoing in the silent room. You backed yourself against the wall, feeling your throat run dry by just his presence.

He had obviously sensed your terror as he bent down, making a soft shushing sound. His fingers moved to run through your hair, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead. You couldn't help but choke on a sob as you tried to pull away from his affectionate gestures.

"Why're you doing this to me?"

He sighed, fluttering his eyes shut as you spoke. That question again. It was getting him exhausted, telling you over and over again that it was his unconditional love for you, and that the world out there is cruel. His eyes met your teary ones, and guilt started eating him out.

"Doll, please don't make me repeat myself."

"I just wanna go home–"

"–I'm protecting you sweetheart, I can't let anything happen to you–"

"–Please Dabi– I swear I won't tell anyone–"

"–Y/n... that's enough–"

"–I just want to see my dad–"

"Y/N!"

You let out a choked sob as he raised his voice, yelling out your name. A hiccup crawled its way up your throat, escaping your lips. He let out a sigh, lifting his sleeve and wiping the tears that clung to your soft eyelashes.

"I don't wanna yell at you..."

There was an underlying tone of jealousy in his soft, raspy voice. Maybe it was that you had a relationship with your dad he could only dream of. Maybe it was the fact you wanted another man more than him, even if it wasn't romantically. Whatever it was, he didn't like it.

There was a long silence, occasionally broken by your sobs as he wiped your face clean of your tears and snot, only to be met with fresh ones dripping down your (e/c) eyes. He didn't like when you cry, but you had deserved this punishment for trying to escape him.

"Doll, stop crying."

He spoke in a soft but firm voice. He knew you wanted to go back to your old life. He knew you missed your family. He knew you missed it when you were oblivious to his stalking. But that couldn't happen. You're his now, and he's never letting you go.

"You can't go back to your old life... you know that right?"

You nodded, reaching up to wipe your eyes with him. No matter how much you wanted to, you couldn't. You couldn't go back home, you couldn't talk to your parents again, make sure they're all good and well. You couldn't... not... unless...–

"I'll make a deal with you."

His eyes lifted to meet your glazed ones, cocking an eyebrow at your hurried statement. He was wary of your intentions, knowing you always had a way to go around his words.

"How can I trust you won't deal anything unappealing?"

"I'll follow all your rules... and stay with you. I won't escape, I won't do anything against you."

He paused at that, taking some time to think over it, before speaking again.

"Even the rule about wearing my clothes?"

Your body stiffened slightly as he mentioned it. That rule. It hadn't been two minutes since you proposed the deal and you were already having second thoughts. You didn't want to, but you couldn't back down. You had to do this.

"Yes... even– even the one about wearing your clothes."

A grin erupted on his face as he heard your acceptance. That same nauseating grin he always gave you when he was satisfied.

"Alright... I'm listening."

You felt your body froze. He accepted it? Just like that?

"You promise to keep the deal?"

"Yes doll."

"Even after I tell you what it is?"

"As long as you're not going to run away from me."

"Yes, I won't. I promise..."

His grin widened as gave you a gesture to continue speaking. Taking a deep breath a deep breath and praying to god that he wouldn't lash out, you got yourself ready to propose the deal. You just hope that you'd buttered him up enough to let him accept it.

"I want to text to my parents. On your phone. I just want to tell them that I'm okay... and–and nothing's wrong."

His eyes narrowed at that, suspicion stirring inside him.

"You want to text your parents, huh?"

His voice was slightly mocking, with an underlying tone of softness but also condescending.

"Yes. Just want to tell them that I'm okay. You can go through my chats, read my texts while I message them, supervise me, everything!"

He raised an eyebrow at that. You were willing to give up your freedom, just to text your parents? As cute as it was, it made him wanna outright laugh at it. But he didn't. Instead, he just considered you for a moment before speaking.

"I get to monitor your texts?"

"All of them."

"No video calls."

"Deal."

"No voice messages."

"Fine."

"No audio calls."

"Okay."

"And no photos or videos of you to them."

"Agreed."

"And only once a week."

"You have my word."

He stared at you, seeing your breath slightly quickening as you anticipated his answer. Finally, he spoke, almost reluctantly.

"Deal."

You let out a whimper of happiness, throwing your arms around him from pure joy and relief. His eyes widened shocked as you did so. You never hugged him willingly, not even if he forced you. It was extraordinary to watch this. His grin slowly reappearing as he hugged you back.

"Good girl. Looks like you're already starting to follow my rules hmm?"

You felt your cheeks flush red as you immediately pulled away. He chuckled, getting in real close to your face till your noses were just brushing each other. Your tried to glance away but he gripped your chin, forcing you to look at him.

"You look cute when you blush babydoll."

He chuckled, pulling out his phone from his pocket.

"What's the number dollface?"

You told him your parent's number and he typed it in, adding it to his contacts list. You tried to reach for the phone, but he held it away from you, clicking his tongue disapprovingly, his expression a look of mockery.

"Ah–ah. You're still punished dollface. You can text them, but only when I've freed you of your punishment."

You sighed, falling back down against the wall. It only made him smirk wider, leaning down and pressing a rough and dominating kiss to your lips.

"Promise you'll let me?"

"Of course. A promise is a promise."

ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢ : ᴄᴏɴᴛᴀɪɴs ɴᴜᴅɪᴛʏ, ᴅᴀʀʟɪɴɢ sʜᴜᴛᴛɪɴɢ ᴅᴏᴡɴ ᴀɴᴅ ɢᴏɪɴɢ ɪɴᴛᴏ ᴅᴇᴘʀᴇssɪᴏɴ (ɴᴏᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴛᴏᴏ ɪɴ ᴅᴇᴛᴀɪʟ ʙᴜᴛ sᴛɪʟʟ ᴍᴇɴᴛɪᴏɴᴇᴅ), ᴍɪʟᴅ ᴠɪᴏʟᴇɴᴄᴇ, ᴍɪʟᴅ sᴀᴅɪsᴍ ɪғ ʀᴇᴀᴅ ʙᴇᴛᴡᴇᴇɴ ᴛʜᴇ ʟɪɴᴇs ᴀɴᴅ sʟɪɢʜᴛ ɢᴏʀᴇ.

ᴍɪɴᴏʀs ᴅᴏ ɴᴏᴛ ɪɴᴛᴇʀᴀᴄᴛ

𝐁𝐫𝐨𝐤𝐞𝐧 𝐍𝐮𝐦𝐛 ━━━ ❥

yan!Dabi who is all too happy to see you emotionless and empty, staring into abyss with your hollow ass orbs, not knowing shit that's going on.

yan!Dabi who can now enjoy holding you in his arms without you throwing tantrums and kicks everywhere, all while giving you soft kisses and praises.

yan!Dabi who simply adores the compliance in you now, letting him to anything and everything to you without an utter of protestation or anger.

yan!Dabi who loves giving you baths, something which he never got to enjoy peacefully when you were still yourself, punching and screaming at him if he ever dared to touch your bare body.

yan!Dabi who can now enjoy your naked soapy body to his heart's content, washing you up and down, every nook and corner until it's squeaky clean, and also feeling your wet body against his palms.

yan!Dabi who can feel shivers run up his spine as he sees you laying helpless in the bathtub, empty and dead after he's done bathing you, all wet and soft, waiting for him to pick you up and dry you.

yan!Dabi who enjoys drying you off with the towel, feeling every curves and edge of your body as the piece of fabric runs over your damp body, soaking up all the water sticking to your exposed body.

yan!Dabi who then carries you onto the bed, laying you down and standing back, admiring your unclothed figure, his piercing turquoise eyes running over every flaw and perfection before dressing you.

yan!Dabi who picks out his comfiest pair of boxers and sweatshirt for you to wear, sliding the fabric effortlessly over your frame, sometimes taking slower than expected just to tease you (even though he knows you won't give a reaction)

yan!Dabi who has purposefully excluded putting a bra on for you, since he admires your breasts sticking out through his sweatshirt, whether it may be big or small. He finds it adorable.

yan!Dabi who has now bathed and clothed you, carries you to the kitchen koala style, your limbs wrapped around his waist and arms around his neck as he sits you down on the counter, rummaging for some snacks.

yan!Dabi who knows you like the back of his hand but still holds up your favorite snacks in front of you, just to see which one you'd like to eat or not.

yan!Dabi who'd pick some for you, which normally consists of healthy but also sweet snacks, if he is met with your pleasurable silence instead of a nod or shake which he was expecting.

yan!Dabi who is living his life, loving your emotionally broken self as he carries you back to the room, gently setting you down on the bed before flicking through the TV, searching for some good movies to watch.

yan!Dabi who then strips his own shirt since he likes feeling your frame against his body, loving how it fit perfectly against it, almost like puzzle pieces coming back together.

yan!Dabi who has picked your favorite movie for you, crawls under the sheets and pushes his thighs apart, settling you down between them and lays your head down against his bare and scarred chest.

yan!Dabi who now has you tucked cozily in his between his legs, presses a warm hand down on your belly and rubs it tenderly, loving the tiniest reactions he could coax out of you with this.

yan!Dabi who feeds you your snacks throughout the movie, relishing in the sense of taking care of you properly without having to deal with your bratty frenzies and stubborness.

yan!Dabi dotes on you relentlessly, pressing kisses and nibbles to your neck and face, focusing more on you as if you're the movie instead of the picture playing on TV.

yan!Dabi who can't keep his hands to himself, letting them wander all over your body, from your hips to your arms, leading to your legs, finding its way to every part until he has it mapped out in his memory.

yan!Dabi who now has the freedom to cuddle you close, making you follow all his rules without your bratty behavior getting in the way, which eventually led to slightly bloody or sexual punishments.

(Okay you guys when I mean bloody I mean tying a shackle to your ankle or shit without it being padded, which makes it super uncomfortable it sometimes starts to bleed. I don't want you guys thinking he'd beat or shit, NO THIS GUY IS TOO GOOD FOR THAT, EVEN IF HE'S YANDERE)

yan!Dabi who has switched off the annoying movie so you can pay more attention on him, running his calloused fingers through your hair, occasionally bringing it to his nose to inhale your pretty scent.

yan!Dabi who is mindful to do your skin care routine for you (if you have one) massaging all your serums, cleansers, exfoliators and such over your skin before tucking you in bed.

yan!Dabi who strips his boxers off your legs so you're exposed and bare, pressing your body flush to his own and caressing your unclad legs tenderly.

yan!Dabi who swears to protect your helpless existence with his life, promising to never ever let you go, not even when death does you part. Because when he dies, he'll kill you with him too.

𝐍𝐨𝐭 𝐈𝐟 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐲'𝐫𝐞 𝐃𝐞𝐚𝐝 ━━━ ❥

ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢ : ɢᴏʀᴇ, ɪᴍᴘʟɪᴇᴅ ᴍᴜʀᴅᴇʀ, ᴅᴀʀᴋ ᴛʜᴇᴍᴇs, ʏᴀɴᴅᴇʀᴇ ᴛʜᴇᴍᴇs, sᴛᴏᴄᴋʜᴏʟᴍ sʏɴᴅʀᴏᴍᴇ, ᴘsʏᴄʜᴏᴛɪᴄ ʙᴇʜᴀᴠɪᴏʀ, sᴇᴅᴀᴛɪɴɢ, ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ ʜᴀᴠɪɴɢ ᴀ ɴɪɢʜᴛᴍᴀʀᴇ.

ᴍɪɴᴏʀs ᴅᴏ ɴᴏᴛ ɪɴᴛᴇʀᴀᴄᴛ

ᴘʟᴏᴛ : ᴀғᴛᴇʀ ᴀ ᴅɪsᴛʀᴇssɪɴɢ ɴɪɢʜᴛᴍᴀʀᴇ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴋᴇᴘᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ᴜᴘ ᴀʟʟ ɴɪɢʜᴛ, ᴀɴ ɪʀᴋᴇᴅ ᴅᴀʙɪ ᴅᴇᴄɪᴅᴇs ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʜᴇ ʜᴀs sᴏᴍᴇ ʙᴜsɪɴᴇss ᴛᴏ ᴛᴀᴋᴇ ᴄᴀʀᴇ ᴏғ.

ᴀ/ɴ : ᴏᴋᴀʏ ɪ ᴡᴇɴᴛ ᴏɴ ᴀ ʀᴀᴛʜᴇʀ ʟᴏɴɢ ʟᴇᴀᴠᴇ ʙᴇᴄᴀᴜsᴇ ɪ ᴄᴀᴍᴇ ᴅᴏᴡɴ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴀ ʙᴀᴅ ғᴇᴠᴇʀ.. ᴀʟsᴏ, ɪ ᴅᴇʟᴇᴛᴇᴅ ᴍʏ ᴅᴇᴘʀᴇssᴇᴅ ᴅᴏʟʟ sɪɴᴄᴇ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴡᴀs ɴᴏᴛ ᴍʏ ʙᴇsᴛ ᴡᴏʀᴋ. ᴀɴᴅ ɪ ᴊᴜsᴛ ʀᴇᴀʟɪᴢᴇᴅ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴀғᴛᴇʀ ʀᴇ-ʀᴇᴀᴅɪɴɢ ɪᴛ. ᴍʏ ᴀᴘᴏʟᴏɢɪᴇs ғᴏʀ ɪᴛ, ᴍʏ ʙʀᴀɪɴ ᴅᴏᴇsɴ'ᴛ ʙʀᴀɪɴ ᴍᴜᴄʜ ᴡʜᴇɴ ɪ'ᴍ ғᴇᴇʟɪɴɢ ᴜɴᴡᴇʟʟ. ʙᴜᴛ ɪ ʜᴏᴘᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴇɴᴊᴏʏ ᴛʜɪs sᴛᴏʀʏ ᴏғ ʀᴇᴅᴇᴍᴘᴛɪᴏɴ ғᴏʀ ᴍʏ ᴘʀᴇᴠɪᴏᴜs ᴅᴜʟʟ ᴡᴏʀᴋ.

ᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ : 1.7ᴋ

It seemed real.

The azure flames were nowhere in sight. Nor was his figure or voice that always haunted after you. Where had he gone? He told you to run. And you did. But did he abandon you back into this cruel world? The world he always kept you away from?

Maybe it was a bad idea to have begged him to take you out. But you'd been such a good girl for him. Obedient and compliant. And he did say you could choose what you wanted as a reward. Although now, you were starting to regret your decision.

You kept wandering around the woods, hoping to find your captor. Well, not captor anymore. More like, your love. He told you run after being surrounded by rival villains. And, being the compliant doll you were broken into now, you obliged.

Like his good little girl.

But now you had lost him. And fear was paralyzing every thought that fluttered alive in your head. You never thought you'd worry for someone who kidnapped you. But now, all you could think of was Could he have been killed? Would they come for you next?

Oh, what would Dabi do if he was in your place? Probably not be a coward, that's for sure. But your fright had overpowered your bravery a long time ago. All you had for company was a bunch of wooden towers, ending with nests of leaves and branches at the very top.

The trees were merciless, blocking off every ray of moonlight they could so you only had to depend on instinct to guide you. Occasional footsteps would reach your ears, but you brushed it off as the tramping of a wild animal.

That was, until you felt a palm grasp your waist. You gasped, praying it was Dabi as you whipped around to see who it was. Your hopeful wish, however, was shattered when you saw another man standing there, a psychotic grin on his face.

His rival in villainy.

You scream never left your lips when he shoved a gag into your mouth, tripping you down onto the earth beneath you. The grass, ruthless as it was, broke your fall with a loud thud, piercing it's hardness into your skull as it started to drip with blood.

The man stood over your injured figure, grinning widely at you. Fear immobilized your body as you felt your throat gulp your spit down. Big mistake. It was an action of fright. Enough to make him pounce on you.

You tried to scream through the gag as he pinned you down against the soil, silently pleading for Dabi to come and save you. But he was nowhere in sight, which gave the man more of a reason to mock you. He grabbed your chin, spitting at your face wickedly.

"Did you actually think the burned pig on steroids would take me down? How cute."

He let out a derisive laugh, smashing your head back against the ground again. Blood dripped out of every exit it could, creating a makeshift pillow of liquid underneath you. Tears swam in your eyes from the pain. What had he done to Dabi?

It was almost as if he could read your mind, for he replied to your question in a condescending tone.

"Oh don't worry. I took care of him. He's in a better place now. At least, that's what your parents paid me handsomely to do so anyways."

Your heart dropped at his words, and you swore you felt your life go off for a second. If it were you before the Stockholm syndrome, you would've been crying from joy. But now, all you could sob for was Dabi's life. Your parents did this to him. How did they find out?!

Again, he seemed to have read your mind. His voice dropped a few decibels, speaking in a low, eerie voice.

"A little birdie told them, in case you were wondering. He had guts, and he lived to keep them too. Your little "captor" on the other hand, just wasn't strong enough. And now I've got you all to myself."

Your eyes widened to the size of saucers at his words. You tried to lift your legs to kick him, but he held you down from each side, leaving you completely helpless. You lifted your head to head bump him, but he crashed it against the ground, causing more blood to drip out.

You let out a muffled cry, several more tears trickling down your eyes as you started to sob. He, on the other hand, looked gleeful at your crippled state. His eyes traced down your teary eyes, flushed cheeks, runny nose, bleeding hair. It was all too good for him.

"Let's go home, shall we doll?"

"–Doll?"

"–I'm gonna have so much fun with you–"

"–Doll wake up–"

"–You're all MINE now!"

"Y/N!"

You awoke with a sobbing scream, jolting your body up as you did so. Your eyes were already filling with tears. Your breath was coming out in short gasps and you felt your head go dizzy. Your eyes adjusted to the dark room in front of you, and the worried Dabi beside.

You let out a choked whimper before breaking into sobs, feeling yourself go onto autopilot as you crawled into his lap, crying. His eyebrow perked up in confusion, but he instinctively wrapped his arms around you, pulling you closer. Was the nightmare that bad?

A mixture of emotions were running through him. Satisfaction, giddiness, confusion, and most of all, boiling anger and jealousy. True, you had just started to crawl to him after you accepted his love for you. But it still felt nice to see you come willingly again and again.

But his giddiness was overpowered with rage at the filthy nightmare you were having. How dare it make you cry? If it weren't for it's inability to exist physically, he'd have burned it to ashes by now. His lips reached down to your ear to coo in his sickeningly sweet voice.

"Oh poor babydoll, did the nightmare scare you that bad?"

He couldn't help but keep a hint of mockery in his tone, but by now, you were used to it. You sniveled pathetically, nodding your head at his sweetly jeered question. He couldn't help but wanna snicker at your pitiable state. But he couldn't deny he felt a bit perturbed too.

"What did you dream about dollface? What made you so scared you came crawling to me?"

You told him your dream, occasionally broken by whimpers or tiny sobs. And by each word, his gaze darkened. All his excitement and giddiness had crumbled into a raging fire of anger, vexation and jealousy. By the end of it, he was reeking of hostility.

"You dreamt of that scumbag killing me and taking you away?"

You could hear the low, dark tone in his voice, which immediately made you shiver in his arms. You were stuck. If you denied, he'd punish you. But if you agreed, he'd punish you too. You didn't have a choice either way, but denying seemed worse. So you played victim.

"I–I'm sorry Dabi. I–I know no one could e–ever take me away from y–"

"And you dreamt of your family paying him for that?!"

"Dabi, I am so, so sorry, I didn't–"

"Shut up."

He voice was spitting venom as he ordered you to shut your trap. Your whimpering apologies quietened down, looking at him fearfully. Yet he didn't show signs of hurting you. No. He was gonna hurt someone, just not you.

Without another word, he laid you back down on the bed and tucked you in gently, almost too gently. His fingers went to stroke your hair as his other hand gathered up all your plushies, pushing them up to surround you.

"Go back to sleep baby, I've got some business to take care of, hmm?"

You blinked confused, but he just leaned in, letting his lips tickle your forehead. He placed a few more sweet kisses on your face before getting in, spooning you in his arms and waiting for you to fall asleep. He needed you asleep before he took care of this situation.

But you didn't.

You kept tossing and turning, forcing yourself back asleep, which irritated him. He tried to whisper sweet nothings to lull you to sleep, caress your body, stroke your hair. But nothing was working. He felt his rage reach it's peak.

Finally, he threw the covers off him and got up, storming out of the room. You felt yourself gulp, throwing the covers over your head. The worst possibilities started coursing through your head. Was he going to punish you for not falling asleep?

Nope. He just came back with a box of sedatives. He was gonna sedate you to sleep. You sighed, a mixture of helplessness but great relief coursing through your veins. If you denied this, you'd definitely get punished. Plus, you could use some sleep.

"Open your mouth baby."

You obliged obediently, opening it wide open. He smirked at your compliance, making a mental note to reward you for it later as he put the pill in your mouth. You swallowed without argument, reaching over for the water bottle on the nightstand and taking a swig.

A few minutes later and you were drowsy, yawning and droopy eyed. Dabi's smirk widened even more as he bent down, pushing your hair out of your face and giving you a soft yet possessive kiss. You could feel his psychotic grin through the kiss, but you didn't argue.

Good doll.

He pulled away, just in time for you to shut your eyes and fall asleep. His fingers tangled in your hair, stroking and combing your locks before leaning in close to your ear, giving the outer shell a teasing flick with his tongue.

"Sleep well doll. Dabi's got some business to take care of."

He stood up, giving you one final glance of obsession before turning and walking out of the room. He was going to make sure you were safe from that despicable bastard and your filthy family. After all, they won't be able to hurt you when he's around.

Not If They're Dead.

ᴘᴀʀᴛ ᴛᴡᴏ ᴄᴏᴍɪɴɢ ᴏᴜᴛ sᴏᴏɴ

𝐖𝐡𝐲 𝐁𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐋𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 ━━━ ❥

ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢ : ʏᴀɴᴅᴇʀᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ᴅᴀʀᴋ ᴛʜᴇᴍᴇs, ɢᴏʀᴇ, ᴄʀᴇᴍᴀᴛɪɴɢ, sʟɪɢʜᴛʟʏ sᴜɢɢᴇsᴛɪᴠᴇ ᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴇɴᴅ, ᴍᴇɴᴛɪᴏɴs ᴏғ ᴀʙᴜsᴇ. ʀɪᴠᴀʟ ɪɴ ᴠɪʟʟᴀɪɴʏ ɪs ᴍᴀᴅᴇ ᴜᴘ, ɴᴏᴛ ᴀᴄᴛᴜᴀʟʟʏ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍʜᴀ ᴜɴɪᴠᴇʀsᴇ.

ᴍɪɴᴏʀs ᴅᴏ ɴᴏᴛ ɪɴᴛᴇʀᴀᴄᴛ

ᴘʟᴏᴛ : ғᴏʟʟᴏᴡɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄʀᴇᴍᴀᴛɪᴏɴ ᴏғ ʏᴏᴜʀ ғᴀᴍɪʟʏ ᴀғᴛᴇʀ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʜᴏʀʀɪғɪᴄ ɴɪɢʜᴛᴍᴀʀᴇ, ᴅᴀʙɪ ᴅᴇᴄɪᴅᴇs ᴛᴏ ᴘᴀʏ ʜɪs ʀɪᴠᴀʟ ɪɴ ᴠɪʟʟᴀɪɴʏ ᴀ sᴄᴏʀᴄʜɪɴɢ ᴠɪsɪᴛ.

ᴘᴀʀᴛ ᴛᴡᴏ ᴛᴏ ɴᴏᴛ ɪғ ᴛʜᴇʏ'ʀᴇ ᴅᴇᴀᴅ

The sound of combat boots hitting the concrete pavement was the only thing audible in the sleeping city. Smoke was still emitting from his arms and body, but he couldn't care less. He wasn't done with things yet.

His azure flames, burning far behind him, were still cremating the remnants of your parents. He could faintly smell the scent of his loyal quirk, licking at every part of the filthy people they called "your family" as it continued to turn into nothing more than ashes.

One Down, One To Go.

His smirk dissolved into a sadistic grin as he continued to stroll along the neighborhood, away from your parents' burning house. Or rather, what were your parents. Dolls like you didn't deserve families. They don't get anyone but him.

And he made sure to remind you that every day. And he'd make you repeat it back to him, whether you liked it or not. He could hear his own words echo through his head, replaying his sentences like a Talkboy recorder.

"I'm all that you need, doll. Dolls like you don't deserve filthy people like them. They'd just use you for entertainment and throw you away once you've become a hassle."

"That's not true!"

"Oh yeah? Why hasn't anyone come after you then? Why hasn't anyone tried to "save" you from me like the fucking heroes they are? Your family, your friends, those sullied bastards know that you're all mine and that it's best to keep it that way."

"N–No. You just b–burn all of th–them for trying t–to save m–me from y–you."

"And I do that for us, babydoll," he'd coo in your ear, activating his sickly sweet voice to lure you in. "I do that to protect you from them. They don't understand love. They don't understand what I have for you."

You'd crumble into tears, just the way he likes it, giving him an open opportunity to pull you into his arms.

"There, there, dollface. It's alright. I'm here to protect you from the world outside. I punish you to teach you a lesson. To not go out there again. They'll hurt you doll, they're all ruthless. Like the brothers of Satan. I'm doing this because I love you."

"Y–You're just br–brainwashing me. Y–You're just using it as an e–excuse for your h–horrible acts."

That always earned a derisive laugh from him. His sadistic howl always sent shivers down your spine.

"You don't think I know what love is, doll? Trust me, I know love more than you ever will! You have no idea what love is. If you did, you'd damn well know that love... true love, is selfish. Love is a prison, you naive little fool. Love is possession. Love is obsession. You might think I'm insane for this, but you can't understand what love like this is like. You think love is all sunshine and rainbows. Going on cute little prances and meeting their parents for dinner. Well, it's not. This is what real love is. This is what true devotion looks like. I'd do anything for you, doll. Even burn the whole fucking world into ashes for you. Until it's just the two of us. And you'll regret for ever thinking otherwise. Over my knee. NOW! I'll make you repeat every fucking word on what true love actually is with every spank I give."

He smiled at that memory, adoring the way you broke into sobs two minutes into his lesson. He loved holding you close after punishing you and cooing his little half-assed apologies in your ear, calming you down with kisses and nibbles. But you never believed he was sorry.

And you were right. He wasn't.

Because why should he be when you were acting like such a brat? He won't lie, it did feel nice, playing the cat-and-mouse game with you. But he also won't deny that it irked him when you kept pushing it. And bad girls like that deserved to be punished for it.

But he didn't have to punish you frequently nowadays. Because now, you had already acquired your Stockholm Syndrome and broken completely for him into nothing more than his sweet, compliant doll. And he savored every minute of it.

He was broken from his obsessive daydream by the sight of an old warehouse in the distance. Perfect. His pace started to gain a little speed as he continued to saunter to his next victims. His hands were shoved into his pockets, still smoking from his previous cremation.

He lifted his right leg, kicking the door open with a loud bang. Bits of cobwebs and grime unlatched themselves from the dirty walls, falling to the floor. The sudden action made several heads turn up, alerting everyone of Dabi's entrance.

The yandere stitched a smirk, hiding his gleaming cerulean eyes that could make the strongest men shiver behind his spiky bangs that fell over his forehead. Not enough to make them unseen though. It stood out in the dimly lit room and the other dull-colored orbs of his victims.

Viper, the leader of them all, raised his tedious gray eyes from the documents to the intruder of their meeting, staring at the pyromaniac villain before him. His dry lips turned into a sleazy smirk, lifting himself off his high chair.

"Well, well, look what the cat dragged in. If it isn't the burned pig on steroids."

The other men howled at his witty comment, jeering a couple of insults after that. Dabi just chuckled, lifting his head just enough for his piercing turquoise eyes to be on show. That silenced everyone immediately.

He took a few steps forward, keeping his lazy saunter on as he eyed them with underlying disgust and hatred. They'd be reduced to ashes in a matter of few minutes, so why not just let them have their last time of glory?

Viper followed his movement, taking a few steps toward him too, matching his sauntering gaze. He looked like a sleazy man who smoked, his lips dry and cracked, a faint odor of stale tobacco lingering around him.

"So, what brings the patchwork to our humble abode?" Viper sneered, keeping an air of bravado and cockiness.

Dabi's smirk widened as he let out a wry chuckle, replying in his cold tone filled with mockery.

"And here I thought some fights with me would've given you a bit of common sense. You really shouldn't say things like that in front of someone who can turn you into a pile of ash."

The laughter in the room died down a little at his words. Viper's smirk faltered, but he maintained his sneering composure, scoffing right at his scarred face.

"What? You think an empty death threat would make us back down?" he jibed, folding his hands across his toned chest. "That's cute Dabi, but you're really making yourself look like a puppy if you think a few flames can scare us off. You're all bark and no bite huh?"

Dabi's eyes darkened with malice as he stepped closer, causing the atmosphere to thicken from the tension. The other minions held their breaths, all exchanging nervous glances with each other. Their boss was playing a scorching game with fire here. And Dabi knew it too.

"Oh, I don’t need to scare you off Viper," he said, his tone darkening with his eyes. "I know you know what I'm capable of. I just need to give you a reminder."

He lifted his palm, igniting a little flame of bluebell, and letting it dance around his palm and fingers, casting an eerie glow of sapphire around the dimly lit room.

"You distressed my doll Viper. And I never let what hurts my doll live."

Viper's persona broke, a flash of confusion and fear flickering in his eyes.

"Has all those years of insanity meddled with your burned brain or something? I've got no idea what you're talking about."

"I know you don't. So why don't I fill you in with a little story of what happened?"

Dabi's lips smirked as he played with the flame in his palm, twirling it around his fingers menacingly. His slender legs moved to circle around Viper like a predator would to its prey.

"My pretty doll woke up upset a few hours ago, Viper. She had a little nightmare of you killing me and kidnapping her as your captive. And her parents paid you handsomely to do so. It's obvious why it has angered me so much because I've never seen her cry as bad over a nightmare as she did tonight."

Viper's silver eyes widened, taking a step back from him. His voice still came out in a sneer, though it had an underlying tone of confusion and slight fear.

"And how does this concern me?"

Dabi chuckled, stopping a few feet away from Viper's left. He twirled the flames around his index, watching it lick his calloused skin with no damage done.

"I thought you had the measure me better than anyone Viper. I don't let what hurts my doll live. Her parents are still burning some miles away, I'm sure, probably crumbled to cinders."

Viper felt his throat tighten at Dabi's words. Never once in his work of villainy did he actually feel pity for a person dying without a cause. But in Dabi's eyes, it was for a cause. The cause to protect you.

"You're just being foolish now, Dabi. Burning people for something could never d–"

Dabi didn't give him a chance to speak, cutting off the last of his words. His tone turned low and eerie, almost too eerie for their liking.

"Foolish, am I? Foolish, am I, for wanting to keep my doll's fears six feet below where they belong? Foolish, am I, for wanting to burn anything that hurts my little pet in any way? You think I'm playing around Viper? You think I came here for just a midnight chat?"

"Oh, so it's clear now, that your insane stupidity has no ends to it."

That was the last straw for Dabi.

"You're a bigger idiot than I thought... lemme show you just how idiotic."

In an instant, Dabi's hand was raised and bluebell flames ignited, flying out of his palm and latching onto the meeting table, licking hungrily at the wood. Several men yelled, causing chaos to erupt in the room.

The scent of smoke and carbon dioxide filled the atmosphere within minutes. Viper, who looked visibly shaken and angered, hissed his command, pointing his finger at Dabi.

"GET HIM!"

But his command was shot too late. Dabi lifted his palm so the flames surged higher, lashing and engulfing the nearest man there. The man howled in pain, his screams bouncing off and echoing through the room.

The others roared, charging at the scarred man. Dabi’s laughter rang out, dark and triumphant as he lit his flames onto them too, aiming with great preparation and calculation. Each one burned after the other, feeding his greedy and vengeful ego.

"See how everything crumbles," he purred in a deranged manner, relishing in the screams and cries of Viper's minions. "This is what happens to foolish people like you who think they can play with fire and not get burned."

Viper stumbled backward, fear finally emerging on his features.

"You’re insane! You're fucking insane! This isn’t how it’s supposed to go!"

Dabi let out a laugh close to maniacal, echoing through the room as it mingled with the screams and cries of Viper's minions. Flames tangoed around the room with a burning passion of its own, lighting anything that came in its way as though to impress its owner.

Dabi's smirk twisted into a dark smile, stretching onto his face.

"Maybe I am insane. But let's not get ahead of ourselves. You're still the real monster in this situation."

He stepped closer, the sound of combat boots hitting the battered floor, singing through the smokey atmosphere. Flames licked a side of his face as they erupted from his corrupt anger, springing into action, waiting for his command.

"Look around you, Viper." he sneered, his tone worthy of Viper's own sneer, or maybe even more. "This is what happens when you threaten my doll."

Viper's eyes darted around the fumes-covered room, trying to find a way of exit from the yandere maniac in front of him. Dabi's flames were loyal to him, just as loyal as you were to him, blocking every exit they could so Viper was cornered with no escape.

"Wait, WAIT! Please! We don't have to do this. J–Just let me go, okay?"

Any part of cockiness had faded from Viper's persona, leaving him trembling in fear and desperation. Dabi's eyes darkened at his disloyalty, sending a flicker of flames shooting down his ankle. Viper howled in pain, clutching his blazing ankle, trying to put it out.

"I've lit your worthless goons on fire, and all you care about is your own life. Pathetic! This is exactly the kind of disloyalty I protect my doll from. From vermin scums like you!"

"You've already burned their bodies down to cinders. There's nothing I can do."

A smirk of satisfaction drew on Dabi's face, scoffing at his mindfulness.

"So now you know what I'm capable of. After I've burned your lousy crew into nothing nothing more than ashes."

"We can talk about this, okay?! Just let me go! Let me go and I won't come near your doll ever again."

Dabi leaned in closer, his face now just a few inches away from Viper’s. The heat of his flames radiating off him was almost unbearable.

"Oh, we can talk, alright. But I don’t think you’ll like what I have to say." He said slowly, twirling another flame in his other palm he sprung alive around his fingers.

With a swift motion, Dabi grabbed Viper by the collar and yanked him forward, forcing him to meet his gaze.

"You see, unlike scumbags like you, I know a thing or two about loyalty and love. You think you can run a gang and call them friends, but you don’t know the first fucking thing about real devotion. I would burn this whole entire fucking world to keep my doll safe, and that includes you too, Viper. Love is a twisted game where you kill the worthless to keep your doll protected. But how would you know? The best you must've ever got was the kisses your mother ever gave you after the pity she feels for not holding you in her womb long enough for you to die of oxygen right then and there."

Viper’s heart raced at Dabi's cruel words, his face flushing in embarrassment. He opened his mouth, stammering our pathetically.

"Y–You’re delusional! You think she cares about you after all–all this?"

Dabi's expression darkened, smashing Viper's head down on the fiery floor beneath him as he had done to you in your dream. And just like he wished, blood dripped out of his unruly black hair, burning with the fire he emitted.

"Care? No, she loves me! She loves me like the little compliant doll that she is. Like the doll I've broken her into! And I love her in a way so true I'd light her a match with my flames to burn the world with me. Call me a psycho, call me what you want, but I’m her protector, and I’ll do whatever it takes to keep her from harm."

"Y–You’re insane. You’re–You're going to kill me? Over a nightmare?!"

Dabi chuckled wryly, amusement lacing his tone.

"Ding ding ding! We have a winner. Let's make it clear how, shall we?"

Before Viper could scream, Dabi lifted his palm and emitted the hottest flames he could, sending them flying straight at his next victim. Viper's screams rang through the burning warehouse as he crumbled along with his crew mates.

Dabi watched in cold satisfaction, smirking at the sight before him The flames brought him a sense of comfort, the scent of burning flesh filling the air as Viper’s desperate cries faded into silence. He relished in the crackling of his flames, having done their work obediently.

As the last remnants of Viper and his goons fell to cinders, Dabi turned away from the inferno he created for you. He couldn't help but feel satisfaction, knowing he made the world a little safer for his doll. And that was all that mattered.

The sound of combat boots hitting the concrete pavement filled the sleeping city once again, alerting the morning of 1 AM that he was retreating back home from his late-night activities. Back to his sweet little doll, who was probably still sedated and fast asleep.

Maybe if he dove in between your plush thighs and ate you out till you cried, you'd feel better. He could already feel himself drooling as he pictured your wet folds, eagerly waiting for him to pleasure and cum. That would oughta do you some good from the nightmare.

He didn't look back at the blazing warehouse behind him. He didn't look back at his hostility. Not if they were to keep his doll safe. After all, if someone was going to hurt his doll...

Why Bother Living?

Yandere Royal Gay AU pt 8

Part 7 is here. Check out my MASTERLIST for more.

You didn't want to open your eyes.

You had woken up a while ago and realised you were back home when you heard your father's voice. He was singing to you, more humming than actually saying the words but... you recognised the lullaby. It was something he used to hum to you when you were sick or couldn't sleep as a child.

It was incredibly personal, one of the few memories that you cherished with him.

So why did he have to do it in front of Keigo?

It took every fibre in your being to not get up and strangle him while pulling his eyeballs out.

"You have a soothing voice." Keigo whispered from your side, brushing your hair with his hand, while you clawed the sheets from under the covers.

Dabi smiled, feeling perfectly content now that he had his most precious treasures in front of him, safe and sound. "How are you feeling now? Do your wings still hurt?"

"Not as much. Emperor Kai's healers did their magic. I'll be flying again in no time." Keigo sighed as he looked at you. "Its her I'm more worried about, Dabi."

"Why? Kai already healed any minor injuries she had-"

"Physically, yes, she's healed. But what about mentally?"

"What about it?" Dabi pushed, eyes narrowing. Keigo sat up straighter. "Dabi, regardless of what AFO did or that you saved her-" "we saved her, Keigo." "- right. Regardless, she... she will be affected by all of it. That was her mother's homeland, her people, and AFO was her grandfather. You and I both know Y/n isnt one to just- just hate anyone or hold grudges. She'll be crushed by AFO's death, or all those villagers deaths. I mean, you did see how she reacted to Tomura's death-"

"That's enough." Dabi snapped, voice barely containing the rage he felt. "You will never speak of those names again, Keigo. What happened to them, what I did to them- it was a kindness! A mercy compared to the punishment that they deserved and would've gotten if it weren't for Y/n being there."

"But Y/n-"

"We will take care of Y/n. You and me, together will help her forget about those traitorous bastards and everything will return to normal." Dabi closed his eyes, pausing before opening them again. "We are all that she needs, Keigo. Now more than ever."

The blonde smiled softly before moving off the bed and over to Dabi, the latter gently pulling the blonde into his lap, hands cautiously settling on the base of his wings.

"I never doubt you, Dabi." Keigo whispered as he kissed him. "I trust you with my life, and Y/n's." Dabi smiled against his lips. He adored how protective Keigo was over you, and he's the only one who is allowed to be possessive over you.

"I know, love." Dabi murmured, tightening his grip on the blonde's hips when he tried to move. "Where are you going?"

"Gonna make something for Y/n to eat."

"The kitchen staff-"

"-will mess it up,I just know it. Just let me handle this Dabi. I'll be back soon, hm?"

Dabi sighed. "Dont take too long." He watched him leave before turning back towards you, taking your hand in his as he resumed humming the lullaby.

He traced his thumb over your wrists, staring at it absentmindedly as his mind went back to the events of the battlefield, heart swelling up with joy at his victory over AFO and his entire kingdom. His lips quirked up slightly as he recalled the screams of the people burning.

They deserved it.

They deserved it and so much more for what they did to you, for taking away his one and only child and torturing you in god knows what horrendous way they came up with.

Isn't that why you looked so miserable and devastated at the battlefield?

Dabi's eyes flicked to your face, widening when they met your own.

You were awake.

"Y/n!" Dabi squeezed your hand before getting up to sit on your bed. Taking your face in his hands as he looked at you with concern. "I- are you okay? How are you feeling now?"

Hollow eyes stared at him, your mouth remained sealed shut as you looked at him. But just before it creeped Dabi, you blinked and then tears started to fall down your face.

Dabi immediately (but gently) pulled you to his chest, practically sitting you in his lap like a child, arms wrapping themselves around you like a warm cocoon to calm you down as he continued to look down at you with even more worry when great sobs racked your body.

"Y/n? Oh baby- its okay, its okay! You're fine." He pulled your face away from his chest, cradling your face in his hands as his thumbs wiped away the tears from your cheeks. "No one is mad at you. I am not mad at you, more concerned is all. When you went missing, I- I thought you were dead. I thought you were dead and it hurt, Y/n. It hurt me that you died hating your father, and I never want that. I just-" Dabi closes his eyes and sighs before opening them. "I dont blame you for your actions. You ran away because of me, and while that may not have been the wisest decision, I understand and... I forgive you. You were misled by people you trusted, and they paid for their actions. Now, I want us to start anew again. Put everything behind us and become a happy family again. You, me and Keigo, together against the world, hm? How does that sound?" You all but wailed louder at the mention of that whore's name, but Dabi just percieved it as you being overwhelmed and pulled you tighter against his chest.

With one hand rubbing circles in your back while the other was carded in your hair, Dabi kissed your temple, smiling softly as you cried hard into him.

"Its okay. Let it all out, Y/n. I've got you, baby. I've got you."

And I'm never letting go. Ever.

-

Dabi left once you'd calmed down, saying that he was going to inform Keigo that you were finally awake. You of course, would rather gouge out your eyes than meet that murderer, but that idea was thrown out the window when your nanny knocked on your door, Inko looking visibly surprised to see you awake.

She all but rushed over to hug you, tears falling from her eyes as she pulled away from you suddenly, bowing her head as she apologised for touching you. You smiled sadly before opening up your arms, and Inko hugged you again. She was allowed to drop royal protocol, the woman had practically raised you.

A few minutes later and you heard Keigo and Dabi walking in the hallway. You pulled away from Inko and told her to tell them that you were taking a bath.

"Please! Just tell them you drew me a bath, I- I-" Inko didn't need to be told twice as she ushered you towards the bathroom and quickly shut the door behind her, right in time for Dabi and Keigo to barge in.

"Where is she?! Where's Y/n?" Keigo asked, whipping his around for you, as if you'd be hiding somewhere. Inko bowed, greeting the two men, raising her head only to see Keigo looking at her impatiently and Dabi raising a brow at her.

"Well?"

"The princess is taking a bath, your Majesty. I had recommended it to help heal her wounds better-" She began lying, but Dabi cut her off.

"Let me know when she's ready. Dress her in soft clothes, I want her to be comfortable. You will take care of it, hm?" Dabi ordered, and Inko bowed her head in obedience.

"Of course, your Majesty."

"Come on, Keigo. She'll be back soon. Why don't you continue making her lunch? We'll all eat here." Dabi suggested, his hand on Keigo's back guiding him out of the room.

You sighed as you heard them leave, closing your eyes as it dawned that you had escaped facing Keigo but only momentarily.

Inko entered the bath, smiling apologetically as she knew that you didn't like Keigo.

"I'll draw you a bath, princess. Why don't you wait on the bed, hm?" You nodded, going to sit on your bed just as someone else knocked on the door.

You nodded at Inko and she opened the door to see who it was before harshly whispering at someone to leave.

"Who is it?" You asked, standing up. Inko looked back at you apologetically before pushing the door open and revealing-

"Izuku." You whispered. Your childhood best friend was wearing his Knight armour as he beamed brightly at you.

"Princess." He greeted. "May I come in?" He asked only to be whacked on his head by his mom. "Izuku! She's busy and besides, the Princess needs to rest-"

"Its alright, Inko. He can come in." You nodded, as the woman let out a sigh of relief before going back to drawing you the bath.

Izuku walked towards you and you motioned for him to sit down next to you on the bed. "Its been a while." He started. You hummed. "It has. And I'm sorry."

Izuku gave you a quizzical look. "What for?"

"For how I treated you before I left." You looked down at your hands, playing with your fingers. "For snapping at you. That was uncalled for-"

Izuku grabbed your hands, his large rough ones engulfing yours. "You don't have to explain anything to me, Y/n." You shook your head. "I want to." You whispered, as your voice turned wobbly. "I don't want to lose- I cant- T-Tomura-" Izuku pulled you into a hug before your tears could fall. He patted your back and hushed you. "Shh, you won't lose me. I promise, I won't go anywhere."

-

You sat on your bed uncomfortably with Keigo and Dabi in the room. The maids had brought up a small table and chairs with food to your room, since Dabi thought it'd be best to dine here while you rest. You however, can't rest as long as that murderer is in the room.

Sure, Dabi killed your grandfather and killed many of the villagers, but you could see where he was coming from. Your father's reaction was somewhat reasonable since his daughter, his only heir, was kidnapped and he didn't know whether you were being tortured or dead. And you can see it however you want, but deep down you blame Keigo for AFO's death.

You blame him for the villagers deaths.

You blame him for your mother's death.

You blame him for Tomura's death.

"How's your soup?" Dabi asked.

"Its good." You said without looking up from your plate, just like the past 20 minutes. You can't bare to bring yourself to look up at him, unsure if your heart will break more at the sight of him whoring to your dad or if you'll end up raging and kill him on the spot.

"Of course it is. Keigo made it himself for you." Dabi locked eyes with the blonde, who blushed. "Dont you wanna say thank you?"

Here we go again.

There was a audible shift in the energy of the room. The tension could be cut with a knife, as Dabi once again forced you to interact with Keigo.

Keigo leaned towards the king. "Dabi, I don't think that's necessary-"

"Thank you." You said, finally looking up and directly at Keigo, a small courteous smile on your lips. "It tastes delicious. Thank you for going out of your way for me."

Keigo's mouth parted in shock, this was- this was the first time you looked at him with genuine respect- talked to him nicely. Even Dabi was surprised at your change in behaviour, he didn't expect you to actually be grateful, maybe spat out a forced thanks with a grimace but not this, not you actually finishing the bowl of soup.

"I- oh, it's no trouble. I'm glad you liked it." Keigo managed to say, looking at Dabi with confusion, but the king only grinned.

He was glad you were coming around, beyond happy that you were going to turn over a new leaf with him.

It's about time.

Just then, a guard came in, apologising for interrupting but requesting the king's attention for an urgent matter.

Dabi left, promising to return soon with letters from Enji and grandma Rei, and his siblings.

Keigo cleared his throat as the two of you were left alone. "Oh, you finished your soup! I'll give you some more- oh, where are you going?" He asked, watching you peel the covers away and get off the bed. "To the bathroom? Let me help you-" He moved to grab your hand but you snatched it away, before continuing to move to the bathroom.

You didn't close the door behind you, perhaps you wanted him to follow you if you fell or something. But when you got on your knees in front of the toilet bowl and locked eyes with him, Keigo knew he wasn't going to like what he was about to see.

In the next second, you had shoved fingers down your throat and gagged until you induced vomiting, emptying your stomach out.

Keigo rushed towards you, eyes wide in horror as he asked why did you do that. But you didn't answer him. Instead, you called out to Inko (who intentionally pushed Keigo away from you when she saw you on the floor, looking faint and out of breath).

"Princess! Are you alright? Should I get the physician?" You shook your head.

"No, just- just had some disgusting soup that made me sick. Could you- could you do me favour and get rid of it? I swear, just the smell of it in my room is making me lurch again." You commented while looking at Keigo.

Inko only nodded as she helped you back in bed before taking out all the food in your room, but not before asking Keigo to leave.

"My apologies, sir, but I think it'd be best to let the princess rest for now." She said, not sounding sorry at all, practically blocking his view of you as she stood in front of him, eyes staring into him boldly.

Had Keigo not been shocked by your actions, he would've had smacked her across the face for such blatant disrespect.

But Keigo left silently. He needed to process what just happened.

-

Two more weeks passed by, and you had received many letters from your loved ones and friends. Your father was still far too paranoid or perhaps it was his possessiveness that didn't allow you to have any visitors. The option of you stepping out of the castle was out of the question, even you knew that. But he could've let your grandparents see you, or even your friends who were actually there with him on the battlefield.

At least uncle Shotou was here. He sat by your side on a chair, while you were in your bed, back propped up against the headboard.

"They're all worried about me." You mumbled as you opened another letter. "I feel bad making them worry over me. Don't you think I should meet them to let them know I'm well?"

Shotou nodded. "I agree with you but your father still hasn't budged from his decision. He says that it's just not safe yet for you to meet people, and that you should still rest until you're better."

"But I am better! Any minor injuries that I sustained have healed ages ago." You whined. "Its just- its frustrating being alone in this castle!"

He tilted his head slightly. "You're not alone, Y/n. You have me, your father, the servants, the knights-"

"You know what I mean." You sighed. "Its okay if he doesn't want me too meet anyone else, but can't I at least visit... mum? I can go with him, or you, or even the guards- I just- I just need to see her! It's been too long."

Shotou heaved a sigh. "I had brought it up to Dabi, but... he said no."

You remained quiet for a few moments, looking down at your lap as your brows furrowed.

"He's mad at me." You mumbled.

Shotou's head shot up. "Y/n?"

You nodded, sniffling a little. "He's mad at me. That's why he won't let me meet anyone. That's why he won't let go see mom. He- he thinks it's my fault that I was with AFO." You bit your lip. "And it is. I did run away from him. But only because I was mad at him. I thought that some time away from each other would heal our problems. But... nothing changed. If anything, we're more far apart than we were before. He- he's punishing me. And people are getting hurt because of that- because of me-"

Shotou cut you off by holding your face and turning you to him. "Y/n, this isn't your fault. None of it is. And your dad, he's not mad at you. He's not punishing you. He's just- its just taking him some time to cope with all of this. You have to see where he's coming from, hm? He lost you- he thought you were dead. And now that he got you back, he's just- he doesn't want anything to hurt you, anyone to take you away from him again." He said, which made you cry even more and Shotou pulled your head to his chest, patting your back as your tears wet his garments.

After Shotou left your room, he went upto Dabi's office, hoping to convince him to let you meet Rei and Enji at least. But before he could knock, he overheard Keigo's moans and he immeadiately turned on his heel and left, hands clenching into fists at the thought of that disgusting whore.

He reached his room and sat on his desk, thinking of what to do to help you. Even if Keigo wanst there, Shotou doubts Dabi would've listened to him. So... if he wasn't going to do something, then maybe Shotou could help you?

You are the princess after all, the next heir to the throne. It is his duty to help you in whatever way possible.

Pulling out a sheet of paper, Shotou grabbed his quill and began writing away.

-

Keigo and Dabi laid in each others arms, Keigo's hand resting on Dabi's bare chest while the latter played with the blonde's hair.

"What's on your mind?" Dabi asked.

Keigo raised his brows and shook his head. "Nothing much."

"You should know better than to lie to your king by now, hm?" Dabi commented before asking again. "Come on, tell me."

Truthfully, Keigo was concerned over his last interaction with you. Why were you so hostile towards him? But earlier, in front of Dabi, you were so nice to him.

Keigo sighed, nuzzling closer to Dabi. "I'm just concerned about Y/n."

Dabi softly smiled. He liked it when Keigo worried over you.

"She'll be fine, Kei. She just needs to adjust to everything. Time heals all wounds." Keigo didn't reply and Dabi could see that he was still thinking about you. When you were gone, Dabi felt like this was the end of the world. He could only imagine the heartbreak Keigo was going through. They both loved you, and now that they had you back, their anxiety didn't go away completely. They still couldn't believe it, that you were still alive and well with them. In fact, the first night after they brought you home, Dabi didn't sleep a wink. No, he kept on checking in on you. Keigo, despite his injuries and heavy medication, was in a similar state.

"Why don't you go and check in on her? It'll put your mind to ease." Dabi offered, sitting up to pour himself some wine. Keigo nodded happily as he pulled away, kissing Dabi's cheek before wrapping a robe around him and scurrying out of the room, the king chuckling at the sight.

Even when you were a kid, Keigo often found himself watching over your sleeping form, something about it made him feel at peace. To see you safe and sound, in arms reach to protect you from any harm that should befall you... perhaps that's exactly what Keigo needed at the moment.

He made his way to your room, the guards at your door knew not to stop him- it was Dabi's orders. Keigo softly knocked on your door, waiting to see if you're still awake. After a few moments of silence, he slowly opened the door and crept inside.

There you were, lying on your side, tucked under the floral covers that reached upto your nose. Your hair sprawled out over the pillow, a few wisps framing your face under the glow of the lantern in the room. Your lips were slightly parted and Keigo smiled at how you looked the same as you did when you were a baby.

He walked closer and brushed the hair out of your face, and leaned down to kiss your forehead as his hands pulled the covers closer to you. He turned to leave but halted when he heard a whimper.

He looked at your face, which was now scrunched up as if in pain. Before he could do anything, you started mumbling frantically, your head moving side to side, your voice turning loud as your words became audible.

"No! No! Stop, Im sorry- STOP! STOP! STOP! KEIGO STOP-!" Keigo rushed to wake you up from your nightmare, only for your eyes to snap open as you began thrashing in his arms, pushing away from him as you began screaming for help, tears streaming down your face as you backed away so far that you fell off the bed, still shrieking for him to get away, just in time for the Dabi to burst in your room with your guards.

"DAD!" You yelled, your body shaking as he made his way towards you. "HE'S GOING TO KILL ME! HE'S GOING TO KILL ME!" You cried out, pointing at Keigo.

"Y/n, honey, calm down. He's not going to hurt-" Dabi tried to console you, taking your shoulders in his hands but you were inconsolable. He looked at Keigo, and the blonde saw the slightest flicker of doubt- no, accusation; an incriminating look in those cerulean eyes.

"I didn't do anything, Dabi. She was having a nightmare and-" he tried to explain himself, something he didn't think he'd need to do with Dabi.

"HE'LL KILL ME! HE'LL KILL ME! HE'LL KILL ME LIKE HE HE KILLED TOMURA!" You continued rambling on, tears streaking your cheeks, not taking your eyes off Keigo for a moment, as if afraid that he'd strike you at a chance.

Dabi looked at your face, concern arising at the raw fear in your eyes. Its only when a trail of crimson left your nose and your chest began heaving heavily did Dabi finally say the words.

"Keigo, leave."

The blonde took a step closer towards you. "No Dabi, I can help-"

Dabi snapped his head back at him and with unbridled rage in his face, he yelled at him.

"I'M ORDERING YOU TO LEAVE! NOW!"

Keigo's heart shattered at the venomous tone, and his face showed it. But right now, Dabi was more concerned about his daughter not having a panic attack or passing out. He could worry about Keigo later, you were the priority now.

You're the priority.

As Keigo left, Dabi picked you up and placed you back in your bed, promising to spend the night by your side. With the way your eyes remained wide open, he was worried you wouldn't sleep. But sleep finally overcame you as you were held by Dabi, your head lying on his warm chest, barely hiding the coy smile as he told the guard to inform Keigo that he won't be returning to bed tonight.

-

The next morning, when you woke up, you were still curled up in Dabi's lap. True to his word, he stayed with you the entire time, and it didn't seem like he slept much.

"How are you feeling now?" He asked, eyes slightly tired from the lack of sleep.

"I'm better, thank you." You whispered, getting off his lap. You looked up at him, brows knitting together as you tried to think of what to say next, or about last night. "I- last night... I-"

He waved you off. "We'll talk after breakfast. I think you're well enough to join us in the dining hall, hm?" You nodded as he got up and walked closer to you, cupping your cheek with one hand as he leaned down to kiss your forehead.

"My precious." He smiled before leaving your room, right in time for Inko to come in to help you get ready for breakfast.

Dabi returned to his room where he wasn't surprised to see Keigo pacing around, worriedly. From the dark circles and red eyes, Dabi figured the blonde hadn't slept.

"Dabi, I am so sorry-" He started but was cut off by Dabi wrapping his arms around him.

"Its okay. Not your fault." He sighed, pulling away to kiss Keigo on the lips. But the blonde wanted to still clarify himself.

"I didn't do anything, Dabi- she just- she had a nightmare and I was just trying to he'll her-"

"I know, Keigo. I know." Dabi stared into his scared eyes and his gaze softened. "But you need to understand that when I tell you to do something, you do it without question. Without a second thought. Y/n is- she's still a child, as much as she pretends to be a grown up, deep down all of these events have scarred her in way or another. We have to give her time and we have to help her, hm?"

Keigo only nodded before resting his head on Dabi's chest, wanting to be comforted as well.

"Let's eat, hm?"

-

The three of you sat on the dining table, eating in awkward silence. You and Keigo didn't meet each other's eyes, Dabi kept looking between you two, hoping one of you would finally start talking.

He cleared his throat.

"I'm sorry-!" You and Keigo said together. You spoke again before he could (as you should, according to royal protocol. But everyone knows the King's favourite isn't one to follow rules.)

"I am sorry, for how I behaved last night, Keigo. I- I was having a nightmare and-" you sighed. "-Its not your fault. I reacted very poorly and I shouldn't have pushed you away or been afraid of you, I just- I just-" Dabi grabbed your hand and squeezed it affirmatively when he saw remorse in your eyes.

"Its okay, really. I didn't mind it, and I know it wasn't your fault either. But I have to ask... was the nightmare about me?" Keigo asked cautiously.

You looked up at him before looking away, eyes slowly welling up with tears. That was enough of an answer for him and Keigo could feel his heart drop at the thought of you being afraid of him.

"I am- I think I just need- I need some time to get used to you again..." you say.

Dabi hummed, giving a quick glance to Keigo who nodded begrudgingly as well.

"Well, now that this topic is over, I was thinking of sharing some good news." Dabi said, making the two look at him. "Since you seem to be in good health, I was thinking you could visit your mother. What do you think?"

"Really?" You whispered in disbelief.

Dabi nodded. "Of course, I'd be accompanying. Don't want you fainting or-" you cut him off by a big hug and loads of "thank you's".

He let you be excused so that you could get ready while Keigo watched him with a slightly hurt expression in his eyes.

"So... I shouldn't come with you two?" He asked in a low tone.

Dabi met his eyes and held his gaze before softening them. "I think some space between you both would benefit for her. After last night, I don't think she's strong mentally, Keigo. Her mother is a sensitive topic as it is... I can't risk her having another episode like last night."

Keigo stared at his plate before nodding, not meeting his eyes. "I understand. E-excuse me." He left the room.

Dabi knew being apart from you was the last thing Keigo ever wanted but... he could make him understand later. For now, Dabi needs to focus on you.

-

"Thank you." You said to your father who was behind you, holding the reins of his horse you rode on together. He insisted on sharing one ride, and you felt closer to him while he felt content now that you were in his arms, safe and secure.

"What for?" Dabi asked.

"Everything." You looked down at your hands and then ahead at the road. "For going with me to see mom. And for taking care of her grave. For last night, when you held me."

Dabi smiled and kissed the top of your head.

Soon you two had reached the castle and were getting off the horse when Shotou came out beaming.

"Someone is waiting for you-"

"Y/N!" Rei yelled as she dropped royal protocol and practically ran down the stairs of the entry door to hug you. "My child!" She began crying into your shoulder as her arms squeezed your form so hard that it almost began to hurt.

"Honey, you're going to break her." A familiar voice said, making you pull back from Rei.

"Grandpa!" You squealed as the older man caught you when you jumped, spinning you around as you buried your face into his neck, arms barely reaching around his broad shoulders.

"My doll, my little princess." He cooed as he kissed your forehead, his own eyes getting a little misty.

"Enji, stop hogging her." Rei smacked his arm.

He frowned. "Honey, I'm not hogging her-"

"Yes, you are!" Someone yelled as they yanked you out of his arms and into their own. "I've missed you so much, my baby!" She cried as she rubbed her cheek against yours.

"Hello, Aunt Fuyumi." You chuckled as you patted her arms to let go but she held you tighter. Fortunately, Dabi came to your rescue.

"You're hurting her, Fuyumi." He said as he pulled you away and behind him. Fuyumi gave him a quick bow and "Your Majesty." Before punching his shoulder. "I was worried about you! Would it have killed you to write back to me?!"

"I've been... busy." He replied. "Besides, I needed some alone time with my daughter before you came to hog her."

"I can't help it that she's my favorite neice!" Fuyumi defended.

"I'm your only neice..." you mumbled from behind Dabi. "Also, Where's uncle Natsuo-"

A loud crash was heard, making Dabi immeadiately turn and push you behind him. Of course, speak of the devil and the devil shall-

"I'm here!" Natsuo huffs as he gets off the horse he just crashed into some poor guards (their unconscious bodies are being dragged away).

He walks up the steps and quickly bows to his parents and Dabi before locking eyes with you and manically grinning as he lifts you up in his arms and spins around, making you chortle as you slap his arms to slow down.

"Oh youre a sight for sore eyes, you little brat!" He came to halt and you had to grab his arms to stabilise yourself. He pinched your nose, making you whine. "I'm never letting you go alone now! Gonna take you to battles with me, if I have to. Missed you too much."

You smiled sweetly at him. "I missed you too, uncle."

The Todoroki clan had decided to stay a week or two over at Dabi's castle, much to his dismay. Of course he doesn't like the fact that Enji and the rest of his family will be breathing down your neck, but Shotou convinced him to let them spend time with you here rather than whisking you away to Enji's kingdom where it'll be harder for Dabi to keep an eye on you (and not to mention the trauma he still hasn't recovered from since that was the place he lost you last time).

While you were being coddled and spending some quality time with the Todoroki clan, Keigo was finding ways to stay out of their way. He had initially greeted them when they arrived, but from their cold attitude and death stares, he'd much rather be ignored by them. And it's not like he or Dabi doesn't know how the royal family dislikes Keigo, so Dabi would often leave you with his family while he went to console his lover.

By the end of the week, as much Dabi wouldn't like to admit, you had looked much better and healthier since his family came. You looked happier, brighter. They were all having dinner together in the big dinning hall. Dabi sat at the head of the table, Rei to his right, then you and then Enji because of course your grandparents want you squished between them. Fuyumi, Natsuo and Shotou sat to Dabi's left.

"Baby you need to eat more! I could see your ribs from here." Rei said as she put another serving of food on your plate.

"But I'm full-"

"No, you're not. Now eat those veggies, I don't need your pretty hair falling out." Rei cooed as you begrudgingly followed her orders. She then narrows her eyes at Dabi. "You too Dabi, eat your veggies. Only drinking wine isn't healthy!"

Dabi hummed nonchalantly. "Yes, mom." He said, eyes trained towards the door. He sighed before beckoning a servant, whispering something to him. The servant nodded obediently and left.

"Aww, are you really going to eat veggies? What a good mama's boy you are." Natsuo teased, only to be whacked on the head by Fuyumi.

"Yeah, I'm having them bring more food." Dabi smiled.

A few minutes later, the hall doors opened and in walked-

Concubine Keigo.

The man who had been good at hiding himself for the better part of the week, was now walking towards Dabi. He bowed to him first, before bowing to the rest of the family. Even though his siblings masked their displeasure at seeing Keigo, his parents, especially Rei, made no such efforts.

She threw a nasty look when Dabi had someone bring a chair and seat Keigo next to him.

"You're going to eat with us?" Rei asked, not holding back the disgust in her tone.

"Mother." Dabi warned.

"What?" Rei shrugged, slicing her steak elegantly. "I'm just curious. I thought this was a family dinner."

Dabi's eyes darkened. "He is family." He looked at Keigo before bringing his hand to his lips, kissing it softly. "And if he wasn't before, he will be now."

The table had went dead silent as they all looked at Dabi, anticipating the bomb he was about to drop on them. Somehow, you already knew you were going to dread the news he was about to share.

"We're getting married."

And just like that, the curtain of happiness drops, your world shatters.

"I was going to wait a few more weeks before announcing, but since Y/n had been feeling better and you all came, I decided now would be the best time. I had proposed to Keigo long before Y/n was kidnapped-" you stopped hearing after that, you couldn't even if you tried. Your heart was beating too fast, too loudly for you to hear anything.

Is your father really going to marry Keigo? The man who killed your mother? The man who killed Tomura? Did Dabi even care about you anymore-

"Y/n?" Dabi called. Under the table, Enji held your hand and gave it a squeeze, pulling you out of your thoughts.

You looked at Dabi and Keigo, who were holding hands.

"Congratulations." You smiled. "When's the date?"

Everyone was surprised at your composure, Keigo who was holding his breath finally sighed in relief while Dabi looked proudly at you.

You've really matured.

"Well, we were thinking later this week, since everyone is still here. What do you say, Y/n?" Dabi asks, sipping his wine.

You hummed. "Very wise. Let me know if I could be of any help." The dinner soon ended, and you could feel everyone's eyes on you (except for Dabi and Keigo, they were looking at each other like they wanted to rip their clothes off).

Instead of joining the family in the garden for a walk, you excused yourself and left for your room. And only after you had closed your door did you finally let the tears fall.

How could he do this to you? How could your father marry that murderous skank? Was it to show you up? To teach you a lesson? It couldn't possibly be- because he loves Keigo, could it?

"No." You whispered harshly, as you sat on your bed. If this marriage happens, it'll put Keigo in a much powerful position, and it'll br far harder for you to take him down.

And not to mention, by law, you would have to bow down to him.

Concubines never get to be more superior than legitimate heirs, but since Keigo was already a favourite, and your lack of a quirk makes everyone question your legitimacy as a heir and a ruler, you have no doubt that Dabi will make you kneel to his slut.

Someone knocked on your door. "Come in." You said, fixing yourself.

It was Rei and Enji, concerned looks etched on their faces. Looking at them, you couldn't help the tears that welled up.in your eyes again.

"Oh honey~" Rei cooed with open arms as she hugged you, letting you sniffle into her gown.

"I- I'm sorry-" you tried to say, as you pulled away only for Rei to pull you closer to her. She sat on your bed and positioned herself in a way so that you could lay your head in her lap.

"You don't have to be brave anymore, Y/n." Rei said as she ran her finger through your hair. Your tears slipped down your face as you watched Enji sit on the foot end of your bed, taking your feet in his lap and rubbing your ankles.

"None of this is your fault, Y/n." Rei said. "I still want to go and yell at Dabi for even letting that whore sit with us, let alone marrying him-"

"Rei." Enji warned.

She huffed. "Your grandpa says that wouldn't be wise." She kissed your cheek. "How about you come with us? Hm? I can talk with Dabi and convince him to let you come with us until the wedding is over-"

"No!" You shook your head frantically. The last time you went away, your father proposed to Keigo. Who knows what that blonde will do this time when you leave. Take away all of your mother's belongings? Kick you out? Make Dabi question your legitimacy?

"I- I already told them I'd be here to help them. Besides, I shouldn't be away from my father on this joyous occasion. Really, I'm happy for him- for them." You wiped your tears away as Enji and Rei looked at you with pity. "I just- I just miss mom a little."

They stayed with you the rest of the night.

-

After the announcement to the family, Dabi had announced of his wedding to his kingdom. The news had gotten mixed reactions, they cheered and congratulated Dabi out of fear, while also throwing pitiful looks your way, hushed whispers about "poor princess Y/n". Good thing was that you spent most of your time in your room, so you didn't have to bear the embarrassment much.

You were standing in Dabi's office. He'd called you, and Keigo was there too. You didn't think it would be possible for them to be more closer and show more disgusting displays of affection, but here they are, shamelessly eating each others faces.

"Y/n! How have you been?" Dabi asked as Keigo got off his lap, giving a quick squeeze to his bum (you wanted to burn your eyes with acid).

"I'm well, thank you." You smiled, trying to contain the contents of your gut. "You asked for me?" Might as well come to the topic before they start doing more...stuff.

"Ah yes. Well, since the wedding is approaching, I wanted to ask if you'd like to be the maid of honour?" He said, shuffling through some papers- invites.

"You want me to be your maid of honor-?"

"Mine? No. I have Natsuo. I was asking if you'd like to be Keigo's, since he has no one to walk him down the aisle, Keigo suggested you. And you two are close, so it seems like a good idea, no?" He said in a tone that made it seem more like an order than a question.

How could he ask you that? Has your father lost his mind? Is he that horny to not give a shit about his own daughter?

You looked at Keigo, who was standing there with a chalice, his golden eyes piercing through you, a satisfied smile on his lips.

Of course, he'd convinced Dabi to suggest something as preposterous as this. Perhaps as a revenge for earlier.

"I think it'd be better if someone else stepped in. Perhaps one of the other concubines?" You offered. You'd much rather eat a bag of nails than let his filthy hands hold yours as you walk down the aisle.

"No, no. Keigo isn't close to any of the concubines. Besides, I think it'd show the rest of the world of our united front. Put all the rumours about conflict among you and Keigo to rest." Dabi said, deciding for you.

"Yes, your Majesty." You said, bowing as you left the room.

-

The next day was rehearsal day. The servants were working hard to decorate evey inch of the castle, making sure to prepare for guests from far and away, perhaps because Keigo told them that this was going to be "the biggest wedding of history."

You were standing in the church with Keigo holding your gloved hand. Just because Dabi said you have to walk him down the aisle, doesn't mean you need to touch him. The gloves were only the smallest barrier.

"Thank you for doing this for me." Keigo said as you both walked down the aisle towards Dabi. Every fiber of your being was screaming to rip yourself away from him.

"Anything for my father." Your lips formed into a tight lipped smile.

Ignoring your comment, Keigo asked you something even more cursed. "Have you thought of how you'd address me now that I'm marrying your father?"

Bitch. Skank. Whore. Pig. Murderer. Ostrich. Ass hat. Pile of shit. Slut-

"I have more important affairs to be concerned about." You said, dismissing the topic, but of course Keigo wouldn't let it go.

"Well, I have and I'd prefer if you'd call me dad or papa. Mama is also fine, but spare me the royal titles. I don't care for them and I don't want you to be formal with me. We're family now." Keigo said as you both reached Dabi who took Keigo's hand from yours, both leaning down to kiss your cheeks.

You wonder if his touch would still linger if you placed a hot iron poker.

You were walking towards your room, when you passed by your mother's. Opening the door, you saw Inko was there as well, going through your mother's closet.

"Princess!" She turned around, bowing to you with a gentle smile. "Look what I've found!" She showed you some dresses, your mother's beloved gowns, her tiaras, her jewellery.

"I was thinking that you could wear them on the wedding!" Inko said, as she pulled out a beautiful baby blue gown with jewels and sakura blossoms embroidered on it. "They should be of your size, bit I'm happy to make a few alterations to it if you'd like!"

You smiled as you tried on the gown, it fit you perfectly. "And if you pair it with this tiara and your mother's favourite ring!" She placed the white princess tiara on your head, along with the turquoise ring that had diamonds around it, with a gold band. "Your father gave it to your mother on their wedding night. Your mother adored this ring so much, she often said the turquoise stone reminded her of your father whenever he went away om wars." Of course it did remind her of Dabi, his eyes had the same colour as the stone.

"I'll wear this." You said as you admired yourself in the mirror, happy at how you resembled your mother. "Will you have them polished for me?" Inko nodded as she took the ring and tiara from you.

At least there's something you could look forward to at this awful wedding.

-

Guests had started arriving two days before the wedding. Few had been invited to stay at this castle, while others had rooms arranged for them at the other castles nearby.

You had insisted on at least letting your friends stay at the castle, but Dabi turned you down, saying something about security concerns. But he allowed them to visit you during the day.

"Katsuki!" You giggled as you hugged the barbarian king, who only lifted you up and twirled you around.

"Stop acting like a buffoon. Set her down, she's a princess, not a cat." Momo chided as she fanned herself. Katsuki only huffed as he set you down.

"Empress Yaoryuzu-" you started bowing but she hit the top of your head with her fan lightly.

"Forgetting how you're supposed to address me?" She asked, raising her brow at you. You sighed before giving a peck on her lips.

"Hey! What the heck that?!" Katsuki asked as he pulled you behind him. You placed a hand on his shoulder to calm him. "Katsuki, it's just a traditional greeting in her land."

"Yes, but I don't expect uncultured barbarians to understand what traditions mean." Momo snickered.

"Alright, that's it-"

"Enough!" You yelled at them. "I have bigger matters to handle than to stop you two from fighting like children. So if you insist on bickering, please do it outside of this palace and on your own time. Do I make myself clear?" You glared at them as they finally nodded.

The "matters" that you need to handle are about you making sure that when Keigo marries Dabi, he doesnt get to sign a contract that states all about Keigo's new powers and "governing" opportunities. You need to make sure that Keigo doesn't get more power than needed, that he doesn't get a superior title to you, the legitimate heir, and that he doesn't get to add a clause or two that would benefit him and harm you.

A familiar servant passed by you, gave you a nod. Of course, you had initially thought of finding ways to stop the wedding altogether, so you had a servant bribe some concubines and knights to flirt with Keigo, if only to arouse rumours and better yet, catch him in a compromising position.

But you knew that with the wedding approaching, Keigo would be more cautious than ever, and it's not like Dabi would take off the veil of love off his eyes to even suspect that Keigo is cheating on him.

You sat in the garden after returning from the office, asking your uncle Shotou if the contract for marriage had been drawn up. He told you no, that its still in the works and should be coming in tomorrow evening, and when he asked why you wanted to know, you'd made some excuse about wanting to see whether your father was going to have new stamps made with Keigo's face in it.

He only chuckled, but both of you knew Dabi wouldn't be above doing such an abomination.

"What're you doing here alone, bub?" Dabi asked as he sat down next to you. "Everyone's inside, waiting for you."

You smiled softly. "Just... needed some air. Nothing to worry about."

Dabi hummed as he gazed ahead at the tree line. "I know everything is happening so fast and is hectic, so I haven't had the time to talk to you but-" He looked at you and smiled with soft eyes. "- I want to tell you how proud I am of you. For being so mature, for handling everything with such grace. I know this news wasn't easy for you, but I am grateful that you have accepted Keigo and have chosen to be a part of my happiness."

Chosen? There was never a choice.

You leaned your head on his shoulder. "Of course, dad. I will always love you."

He kissed your forehead. "And I, you."

-

The next day went by blur, mostly because of the guests and servants running rampant. Momo and Katsuki were in the backyard, away from the party, and you only spared a few glances when they began to duel. You couldn't deal with them right now, not when you had to go and read the marriage contract before Keigo could sign it.

You were on your way when you heard Inko arguing loudly with someone. For a sweet lady like her, it's not normal for her to yell at anyone. So, you went to check out the commotion first.

"THIS IS NOT THE JEWELLERY PIECES I SENT FOR YOU TO POLISH!" Inko said furiously, slamming her hands on the table. You peeked at the man she was yelling at, recognising him as the royal jeweller. "WHERE IS PRINCESS Y/N'S RING?!"

"I- um- they-" the man stumbled over his words as you finally let yourself in.

"Your Majesty!" They both bowed, as you waved them off. "What's the matter Inko? Where's my mother's ring?"

She shot a furious glare to the man, who cowered. "That's what I'm trying to find out."

You stepped forward and looked at the man with a calm smile. "Where's my ring? Did something happen to it? Did you lose it?" You asked and you could only imagine Inko's murderous intent if the man said that he did lose it.

"No, princess- I didn't lose it! The ring- the ring it's with- concubine Keigo!" You face never dropped as fast as it did in that moment.

"What? How is this possible?" You interrogated.

"After- after I took your jewellery from Inko, King Dabi had called me in to display all of the royal family's jewels, including yours! When he left the room, he told concubine Keigo to pick anything he'd like to wear in the wedding ceremony, and- well- he picked the late queen's ring, saying that it'd remind him of the King's eyes." He explained helplessly, but you had already left the room, storming up the stairs to take back your ring.

You didn't even have to go to Keigo's Chambers as you found the concubine standing in the hallway, a drunk blush on his cheeks, and wearing something glimmerd in the dim halls-

Your mother's ring.

"Y/n! I've been looking for you! Come, come to papa!"

All sense of logic and manners went out the window as you stormed towards him and slapped him so hard across the face, that he fell.

Keigo hadn't even begun to recover from the shock of being slapped when you began punching him.

"WHO THE FUCK DO YOU THINK YOU ARE!?" You screamed. "WAS IT NOT ENOUGH FOR YOU TO KILL MY MOTHER, TAKE HER THRONE, MARRY MY FATHER, THAT YOU HAD TO TAKE HER RING AWAY TOO?! THOSE ARE MY THINGS! THEY BELONG TO ME, YOU FUCKING SLUT!" You shrieked as Keigo tried to dodge your hits without hurting you.

His eyes went wide when you wrapped your hands around his throat and began choking him. "I'm going to fucking kill you! I'm going to end this for once and for all!"

"Y/N!" Someone yelled as they ripped you away from Keigo. "HAVE YOU FUCKING LOST IT!?" It was Dabi.

"YES!" You screamed. "I HAVE LOST IT, JUST LIKE YOU HAVE WHEN YOU DECIDED TO MARRY THAT FUCKING WHORE! IN FACT, I HAVE LOST A WHOLE LOT MORE THAN YOU! I HAVE LOST MY MOTHER BECAUSE YOU BROUGHT IN THAT FUCKING BITCH! I HAVE LOST MY GRANDFATHER BECAUSE YOU WERE BUSY SCREWING AROUND WITH THAT WHORE! I HAVE LOST MY ONLY FRIEND, BECAUSE YOUR MURDEROUS LITTLE SLUT DECIDED THAT I DO NOT DESERVE TO HAVE ANY HAPPINESS! AND I HAVE LOST MY MOTHER'S ONLY LEGACY BECAUSE YOUD MUCH RATHER GIVE IT TO YOUR NEW BED WARMER THAN TO ME!"

"SHUT THE FUCK UP!" Dabi yelled, getting dangerously close to your face. "I WILL NOT TOLERATE ANYMORE INSULT AND DISOBEDIENCE FROM YOU! TOMORROW IS OUR WEDDING-"

"FUCK YOUR WEDDING! EVERYONE KNOWS YOURE GOING TO BE MARRYING A MURDERER AND ID MUCH RATHER KILL MYSELF THAN BE A PART OF THAT SHITSHOW!" Dabi went silent at your words, deathly silent. Then... he chuckled as he looked over his shoulder at Keigo who was already shaking his head, as if to stop him before he does something he regrets.

"Its about time she knows, eh?" Dabi said as he laughed.

"Dabi, dont-" Keigo started, but you cut him off. "Know what?" You spat.

Dabi looked at you, and his eyes held a cruel expression.

"Keigo didn't kill your mother. I did."

You couldn't- couldn't process the words that had left his mouth. So, you made him repeat himself.

"What?" You whispered. Dabi knelt down to your level, leaned closer to you so you could look into his eyes and see he wasn't lying.

"I. Killed. Your Mother." He said slowly, as if talking to a child. "I hated your mother, and the only reason I had been putting up with her for so long was because she was taking care of you. But one day, she thought she could threaten me by saying that she was going to leave me. I told her fine, signed the divorce papers and gave them to her. She wasn't expecting it, so she said she was going to take you with her. Now, that was something I couldn't allow. So, your mother decided to try to hurt me by poisoning you. When I found her plans, I confronted her and told her to either drink that same poison she bad for you or she was to leave tomorrow morning and never see any of us again. She instead chose to kill herself because she believed it'd be far more of a dishonour to return to her home as a divorcee and without child."

Tears slipped down your face. "N-No, you're lying. I saw Keigo-"

"Keigo tried to save her, but I told him no. I made him stop. The very thought of harming you was punishable. She deserved to die, and I had no sympathy for her when she dropped dead in front of me. I even had the antidote, but I chose to watch her die." Dabi said coldly. "All this time, Keigo had been covering up for me. He didn't say a word when rumors started, knly because he didn't want to have people see me as a murderer. He adored you, he's taken care of you, has quietly taken every insult you've ever thrown his way. And this is how you repay him?"

"Only Keigo and I have truly ever loved you. Your own mother wanted to kill you for her own selfish gains." Dabi said harshly as your world finally collapsed around you.

You couldn't say anything, do anything as you tried to make sense of his words, tried to find a way to that would tell you that he's lying. But you couldn't.

"GUARDS!" Dabi called. "Lock the princess in the hightower. Tie her to her bed, make sure she doesn't hurt herself or escape." He said before helping Keigo up. You couldn't protest as the guards dragged you to the hightower, didn't move a muscle as they tied you to your bed. All you could do was look up at the ceiling and cry mutely.

All these years, all this time, you'd been blaming Keigo, when everything that has ever happened to you was your beloved father's fault. The man you loved, the man you looked up to, the man you cherished... he had been the one who killed your mother?

The more you thought over his confession, the more you felt yourself age. By morning, you didn't have energy to even breathe.

The doors opened, you continued to look up at the wall, tears brimming your eyes.

Dabi walked in, and you didn't need to see his face to know he was still mad at you. No, the anger was practically radiating off him.

"You are to get ready and smile as you walk Keigo down the aisle. If you do something stupid, I will have your friends hunted down and killed. Do I make myself clear?" He didn't wait for an answer.

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"Princess, please, at least eat something." Inko said pushing the slice of bread to your lips, but you didn't part them. Simply looking ahead in the mirror with a blank stare as the maids did your hair and makeup. "Izuku, she hasn't said a word since morning! I'm getting worried."

Izuku nodded and signalled the maids to leave. He turned your head towards to him and smiled warmly at you. "Y/n... princess, what's the matter? Tell me, so I can fix it, hm?"

Some things can never be fixed.

You didn't say anything, only looking at him with that hundred yard stare, and Izuku couldn't help but feel a little spooked.

He helped you walk towards the church where Keigo was already waiting for you. He was dressed in a white fitted gown that was sleeveless and backless, and had a fishtail. The dress itself had body chains made of gold and Ruby and sapphires sewed in an intricate pattern. And his veil? He didn't opt to wear one.

He looked at you and smiled kindly, although you couldn't really tell the difference at this point. "You look beautiful, Y/n." He held out his arm for you. "Ready to walk me down?"

You didn't have the energy or want to link your arm with his. Inko had to help you place your arm around his.

The doors to the church opened and the choir began singing hymns. The guests turned to look at you and Keigo, who was beaming as he looked at the end of the aisle where Dabi stood, a satisfied smile on his own face.

Your body felt weak, too weak and... different. You were dragging your steps, which fortunately no one could tell since they were hidden under your gown. At some point, it felt more like Keigo was walking you than you were walking him.

You weren't smiling at all. No, you still had the blank stare on your face, which luckily few people noticed since everyone was focused on Keigo.

"What's wrong with her?" Momo whispered to Katsuki as they saw your face. "Why does she look so... disturbed?"

"She must've seen your face." Katsuki remarked, although truth be told, he was also very concerned. Something felt off. Very off.

When you reached the end of the aisle, Dabi took Keigo's from you, and as rehearsed, they both kissed your cheek, but not before Dabi whispered-

"You forgot to smile. Behave."

Shotou guided you towards your seat in the front row, where you were sat next to your grandparents.

The officiant began the ceremony, but you couldn't pay attention to his words. All you could focus was on the turquoise ring on Keigo's hand.

"Y/n, are you alright?" Rei asked, a frown on her face. You didn't reply, opting to look at your father now.

Your father, your dad, the man you trusted more than anyone, the man who murdered your mother, who had murdered Tomura, who had murdered AFO, who had-

You couldn't breathe, you felt too warm, too hot, everything was burning inside you.

"You may now kiss the groom!" They locked lips, only breaking apart when someone screamed.

It took you a few seconds to realise that it was you who was screaming, only because-

Your hand was on fire.

By the time Dabi or anyone else reached you, your entire body had been engulfed in wild blue flames. Flames that were so hot and out of control, that neither Dabi or Enji or even Shotou could control them. Rei tried to use her ice, but it evaporated before it even came within 6 feet of you. The flames began spreading, making the guests panic and leave the church.

Shotou was the first one to piece it together. "Its her quirk!" Immeadiately, Enji and Dabi began giving you commands on how to control it, to calm yourself, to listen!

Dabi even tried to approach you, maybe if he were to touch you, you'd listen. But your fire was too hot, and you backed away anytime they tried to come closer, only screaming in agony as you burned yourself.

After 5 minutes, only when you fainted from pain and exhaustion did the flames stop. Your body... the aftermath made it beyond recognisable. Parts of your limbs were burned so badly, you could see the bone, while the rest of your skin had charred and burned well enough to know that no nerves will be working there.

Despite everything, you were still somehow miraculously breathing... barely. Dabi couldn't believe the nightmare he'd just witnessed, but his disbelief could wait as he gathered you in his arms and yelled at Shotou to get a doctor.

Everyone left the church, except for Keigo. He had dropped to his knees and was trying to wrap his around the horrible sight he'd seen. Be was trying to compose himself, trying to lie to himself that this... this was not his fault.

He knew he was wrong.

-

Dabi couldn't peel his eyes away from you, he needed to make sure that your chest rose and fell evenly. The moment it stopped- it wouldn't- but if it did, he needed to be there to resuscitate you.

Emperor Kai was fortunately right outside the church, waiting to be of assistance. It was a good thing he was from the land of healers, he was able to stabilise you.

While Dabi kept his eyes on your burned form, Kai opted to talk with Shotou. "It was her own quirk that brought out those flames, seemingly she got the dominant Todoroki quirk." He commented, glancing your way. "What she didn't inherit was the skin resistance to bare those very flames. She burned herself quite badly, and it doesn't help that the smoke from her own burning has damaged her lungs as well. She's still in a critical condition, I've done all I can. All we can do is wait and watch to see if her body can heal itself."

He also explained to Shotou that since its very rare to get a quirk at your age, that's why you couldn't control it. Kai reasoned that the reason your quirk did develop at that moment was probably because you were under some stress, maybe something had tipped you over emotionally, making your quirk appear so fiercely and harshly.

"Like an outlet, when we cry when we breakdown. She burned herself to release that stress." Kai explained.

Shotulou had walked him out of the room, only after ensuring that no one else was around did he ask that question.

"Her chances of survival... what are they?"

Kai's blank stare didn't give away the type of news he'd give. "Anything is possible, but it all depends on her body's ability to heal itself, her willpower to live. Medically speaking, I've done everything I can. Now, only she can save herself."

Can you save yourself, Y/n?

So... THOUGHTS????

And yall better fucking comment because I did not waste my entire fucking day on this when I COULDVE BEEN STUDYING FOR MY TEST ON TUESDAY FOR YALL TO BE DRY ASS.

Istg if I don't get interactions and comments and likes, I will make yall regret and kill characters left and right, AND REMEMBER THAT DEATH IS NOT THE WORST THING I CAN DO

Yandere Dabi Headcanons

Warnings: Yandere tendencies (possessiveness, kidnapping, forced affection, etc.), Cursing, mention of our crusty boy (Shigaraki Tomura), drugging mention, a lot of ab3se and toxic things at first — I tried to keep it at a minimum and not so detailed. Killing mention, sexual and physcial abuse mentions/actions, and that’s all. Lmk if I missed anything!!

Author Note: I do not own this character! Nor do I don't approve of yandere's behavior in real life. Somewhat spoilers for his childhood!!! Continue with caution!!!!!!!! This also was longer, I kinda got it in my mind while writing; Dabi is one of my favorite villain characters.

R3blogging and followings are very much appreciated and welcomed. Hope you are well!

Dabi is a villain, a dangerous one at that. He loves to create chaos, people’s nightmares, and sorrow with his quirk and ways of sadistiness.

There are a few ways to get his attention, but the main (2) two are: one (1) is either you were and are his childhood friend, someone who has stuck with him through thick and thin: Much like a villain, has scary privileges, loves to piss off Shigaraki and has a useful quirk that can tag along and help Dabi with descrucation. Or two (2), someone who he can have complete control of: a pet and possession he can use and mess with.

Either way of how you get his attention, your fucked with some degree. He would smile creepily, imagining you being his and his only, whether he was gonna force you to come with him.

He would kidnap you once he starts to feel these emotions towards you and acknowledges it. One day, you would come home, clearly exhausted from the busy day you had, whether from working with Shigaraki or getting yelled at by your boss. Once you walk into your kitchen, he’s sitting there in the dark, waiting immensely; staring at you creepily. Once he sees you, he walks up before you can scream, and covers your face with a rag. He would bring you to a broken down apartment, only knowing the way.

He’s very possessive which means he’s not afraid to do anything in order to get you. He will brutally murder your friends, family members, or even the cashier at the store you frequently talked to; he will kill anyone.

Depending on who you are, it depends on your outcome, much like Overhaul. If you were a person he saw randomly and took attraction, you’re more so a toy, much like a possession and something to play with. He would mess with your head and play with your mind till you're no longer ‘you’ but a doll who follows every rule to the T.

The way you caught his attention is a mystery, even to him. One day he just saw you, took interest, and he couldn’t get you out of his mind. Every day and night you plagued his mind, going in circles around his head like in cartoon shows; you captivated him, hypnotized him, which intrigued him yet angered him to a degree. Once he was free from his ‘home life’, he promised himself he wouldn’t be bound to someone else; wouldn’t be used again or be taught to be on ‘the good side’. Yet, you come along and plague his mind like a fly.

He loves having the idea of controlling your every move. He absolutely adores seeing the fright in your eyes, whether that’s from him threatening, burning, or just scaring you; he carves it like chocolate. This also includes holding your family, close relatives, and friends lives on your line. If you so decide to break a rule, no matter how small; he’s already out the door.

The way he shows he ‘owns’ you, is by burning you, either scorching his name somewhere noticeable (collar bone, legs, stomach, or neck). He forces you to wear his clothes, whether that’s his shirts, jacket, or boxers; he wants to see his things on you, to show he owns you and that you are a ‘nobody’ without him.

Dabi is unpredictable, which makes his yandere tendencies towards you terrifying. He’s brutal, possessive, sadistic, and borderline insane with you. This causes him to be very violent with you and others, the whole ‘relationship’ is hella toxic. Due to this, he blames you most of the time for falling for you and blaming you for things that are out of your control.

Due to his childhood, him getting hurt by his father, being used as a tool and not getting help for his mental and physcial needs; he tends to let out his anger on you, physically and sexually that is. He will force you to do things you want or not want, he really doesn’t care.

However, if you do decide to break the ‘rules’ he has set out for you, you’re gonna be in a lot of pain: physically, emotionally, and sexually. He will, at first, be amused at your attempts to escape, fight back, or defend yourself. He will activate his quirk if you decide to do any of these, slowly stretching his hand inches to your face, showing his sly smirk. Now, if you continue doing it, trying to stand your ground and still willing to get burned; he will force you to do incourse with him.

He won’t show any affection towards you, not even when you beg; sure, he’ll buy a good blanket that will keep you warm at night when he’s not there but he won’t touch you other than sexually or burn you when you ‘misbehave’.

Now, If you were his best friend, he would treat you a bit nicer. He wouldn’t hurt you as much, spoil you with the good sneaky skills he has, and show you some affection. This also goes with his yandere tendencies; he’s more protective, obsessive, and ‘more-patient’ but still as possessive.

The affection you will receive is unpredictable at times, sometimes he will shoo’ you off, not wanting to be close to you because he believes he’ll hurt you and that you should hate him. Other times, he’ll come home and want to be around you 24/7, having his arms around your waist and resting his head on your neck while talking about his busy day. He would touch you a lot, watching TV and ordering your favorite food.

Now, if you decide to break the rules, much like up above; you will be in a lot of pain. He won’t hurt you as much, but he will still burn you. If you decide to run away, I wish you the best luck. He would yell at you, screaming that he wants to protect you while burning you. If you decide to do verbal yelling, he will tell you to zip it while rolling his eyes. Now, if you decide to try to physically hurt him? He will burn you like no tomorrow, and force you to look into his fiery eyes; forcing you to count the amount of burn marks he places as he hums when you plead for anything but his quirk.

Whether you listen to his ways or turn into a broken doll like he wants to, you will belong to him whether you don’t think so.

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