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Hoarded Treasure

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Summary: For safety, you end up in a dragon's cave. Will he let you out now though?

Pairing: Dragon Dabi/ Human Fem Reader

Content Warning: SFW(?), Being chased, Blood & Murder (side characters, not you), Kidnapping kinda, Technically Pre Slash

Word Count: 2.4k

Disclaimer: Character belongs to Kohei Horikoshi

A/N: This is for a Halloween Challenge in one of the communities here on Tumblr. I used four prompts from the challenge, plus my own for funsies, so I'll be posting every Thursday up to and including Halloween. This was the last prompt itself, so one more to go!

Prompt: Dragon & Gone Missing

Enjoy!💖

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Your breath puffs out in front of you as you run deep in the mountains.

You were on your way back home to the palace when your carriage was attacked by bandits. They looted everything and killed everyone else while you and your personal guard escaped, though he soon joined the dead while protecting you.

So now, you run for your life, because death is nipping at your heels.

You can still hear them in the distance, gradually getting closer, and you know you don't have much more time.

The night is cold, and the only light provided is from the shining full moon.

The moonlight allows you to vaguely identify a cave laying at the top of the mountain.

Anything can be in that cave, from wild animals to the feared dragon, that has been terrorizing the country for centuries, you know to live in these woods, but anything may be better than being captured by those men.

You skid to a halt as the massive cave entrance looms in front of you, yawning open like the maw of a beast. You take a second to catch your breath, head swiveling around, looking out for the criminals, or any better options, before making your way into the cave.

The entrance is cold, the walls even more so, illuminated slightly by the moon. But as you move in deeper, it isn't long until the moonlight fades, and the air around you warms, beginning to smell strongly of earth and smoke and ash.

With no source of light, you guide yourself forward with your hands along the warming walls. Your footsteps, even as soft as you try to make them, seem loud in the silent cave, but not enough to cover the sounds of something grating against stone.

You just hope it's not the men chasing you.

Even as deep within the cave as you are by now, there seems to be light reflecting along the walls not too far in front of you.

You don't know whether or not that's a good thing, but you have no choice but to go forward.

As you approach where you see the reflections, you feel the texture of the wall change. Where it was once rough stone, it is now smoothe and warm, much warmer than before, with the texture of marble; the obsidian walls shimmering with an iridescent sheen.

But then the wall itself moves.

As you creep closer, squintimg, you gasp as you realize that they're scales, moving past the tunnel you're in.

And you accept that your luck is truly horrible, because you ran from monsters disguised as men, only to run straight into a monster without that mask.

The creature slithering by can be none other than the dragon.

You can only stare in horror as the beast stills, realizing far too late that your gasp of surprise was far too loud, and the dragon is now aware of your presence.

You stagger back on weak legs as it begins to move again, faster now, turning around in a circle.

Eyes wide, you watch as the dragon turns to face you. The black scales shimmer like an oil slick, the jaw and down the entire torso, is a dark purple. The same pigmentation is beneath its blue eyes, the swirls of azure like gems with the way they shine, like flames with the way they burn into your very soul; the already slitted pupils turning to mere pins as its gaze locks onto you.

But with its head alone twice the size of your body, it can't easily crawl inside the tunnel you're in, though that brings very little comfort. It huffs out a plume of smoke, making you tremble, and then its form warps, twisting and shrinking until—

The smoke dissipates, leaving the tunnel clear to show the walls behind where the dragon once stood to be lined with torches, illuminating the area.

A man stands in the dragon's place, stalking closer as you stare in fear and confusion. The man is tall, easily a foot or two taller than you, broad and strong and entirely naked. Hair the same colour of the dragon's scales, falls artfully above the piercing turquoise of his eyes. Horns curl up from his hairline, the exact same colour and shape as the dragon's had been, and large learthery wings flutter at his back. Everything about him is large, from his broad shoulders, to his muscles, to the thick bulge between his legs.

Heavy bootfalls and clanging snap you out of it. You look back to where you came from, seeing the grinning group of men sauntering your way.

Though, with their focus on you, they don't see the dragon...man....creature in front of you, still looking at you with a hot intensity, his head cocking to the side at the new sounds.

You scramble to your feet, absolutely deciding that the creature is the better option and shuffling closer to it.

"Aww, the lil princess is an awful far bit from home, yeah? How 'bout we have some fun?" He steps forward.

A deep growl stops him in his tracks, freezing his blood.

Finally taking notice of the creature, they shift into defensive stances, swords raised.

The creature's steps are slow as he snarls at them, hands curling into claws; sharp talon like black nails glinting in the low light.

One man, the leader, barely raises his sword to attack, before his throat is ripped open with a slash, blood spraying.

He falls with a heavy thud.

You slap you hand over your mouth and swallow a scream at the swift death before you, not wanting to draw attention, because you don't know if you're safe from the same fate.

Yells of anger bounce off of the walls as the four other men charge to avenge their leader, only to be met with the same fate or worse.

You clench your eyes and jaw, and cover your ears, not wanting to witness the carnage, even as you can't help but feel relieved.

Because whatever the creature decides to do to you, you doubt it can be worse than what those men were planning.

As the last scream dies off in a wet gurgle, you slowly peel your eyes open.

You glance up to see the haunting image of his back to you, wings and tail flapping and swaying lightly, glittering in the low light, as he brings his bloody hand to his face, licking a stripe up his arm to collect a trickle of it.

A whimper escapes you at that, which draws his attention to you again and he begins to approach you.

You stumble back, raising your hand in a futile attempt to keep him back, and the dragon simply grabs your wrist in a firm but surprisingly painless grip, though it's claws do press dangerously close against your skin.

His expression is eerily blank as he moves your hand out of the way as he gets closer, and cold dread settles heavy in your gut, because oh, you're going to die.

At least this way, your dignity may stay intact.

The dragon grips your chin, tugging you forward, sharp claws digging into your jaw as he tilts your face to examine you. Fear paralyzes you, and you can only whimper quietly as the dragon peers at you.

You don't doubt that he's deciding how best to kill you. You tear up at the idea, realizing you never got to say your goodbyes, with no one to know where you are. This is so far off from your path, they'd all think you just vanished.

The dragon rumbles lowly, his expression morphing into something like satisfaction, and he begins to drag you deeper into the cave system. You scream and thrash and punch at him as hard as you can, but with your pathetic human strength, doubly so when tired, the dragon doesn't even seem mildly inconvenienced.

You go limp with defeat and begin to cry, accepting your fate. You didn't think you would actually run into the dragon in the first place, and now you have no choice but to pay for your stupidity. The only bright side of all of this is that you hadn't fallen into the hands of those men. You just know it would be much worse.

You stumble in surprise as, after several winding hallways, the dragon brings you into a part of the cave almost the size of a castle. It looks like the inside of one too, with staircases and walkways and rooms carved into the walls, illuminated by massive hearths around the room.

But most impressive is the sheer amount of gold.

The whole room is filled to the ceiling with treasures of all sorts, from golden cups and jewelry and polished weapons, to books and bolts of expensive fabric, of luxurious silks to sheepskin, not to mention the piles of currency and gemstones stacked like hills in the corner to your left.

The resulting evidence of hundreds of years of pillaging is intimidating to say the least.

The dragon sets you down in one of the dips of that sea of gold and begins rifling through the treasure. You immediately make a frankly pitiful attempt to run, but he grabs you and slams you back down with one hand, without even looking.

You stay still after that.

Watching as he paws through his treasures, you sit anxious and confused, because surely he wouldn't need some specific weapon to kill you when he himself is a weapon, but then he starts holding up gems, pieces of jewelry, and scraps of fabric to you before huffing and tossing them aside again.

You squeak as he abruptly tears off your dress as if it's parchment, and flush as all you're left in are your undergarments, all while he ignores your weak protests entirely.

The dragon takes a moment to examine your body, clawed hands trailing over your skin as you shake with fear. Then he purrs lowly, a pleased sort of sound, and moves to grab a bolt of sleek black fabric, embroidered with blue flowers almost exactly the colour of his eyes stretching up like flames.

He slices a length of the fabric with a careful claw, before beginning to drape it over you. You sit nervous and still as the dragon fusses over the fall of the fabric, pinning it in place with elaborate gold brooches.

When he's done with that, the dragon's hands flit over you as he covers you in necklaces, bracelets, anklets, rings, a gleaming crown, delicate chains draping over your shoulders and around your waist, before finishing of with a pair of dangling earrings.

And you don't understand.

Dragons are famously possessive of their hoards, after all. You should've been killed for even looking at this gold.

But, no, the dragon takes one last look at you, purrs in satisfaction and scoops you up again, before carrying you deeper into the sea of gold, coins scattering and pinging beneath his clawed feet, and then sets you down on a massive, elegantly carved throne.

The symbols carved into it tells you it's the very same one that had been stolen from the palace a hundred years ago which is jarring.

The dragon arranges your limbs into a casual, sprawled-out position, leaving you feeling uncomfortably like a doll as he stands back to examine you. He purrs so loudly it vibrates across the ground and through your body, then sits down abruptly and just… stares at you.

It takes several minutes of awkwardly sitting there, the dragon rumbling warningly every time you shift, for you to realize something.

You've been added to his hoard.

It seems absurd, as a living person and not a piece of gold, but… compared to a dragon, what is a human?

Nothing more than food or a piece of art to be admired.

And it burned to think that you don't even register as an animal to the dragon, to be slaughtered and eaten, but just some shiny coin to be added to his collection.

A pretty painting to display and admire.

And yet.

In a sort of odd way, it is somewhat....flattering....to think that something like a dragon, majestic and otherworldly as it is, near godly..... finds you pretty and precious enough to keep in his hoard.

Certainly, no human had ever thought about you like that, even as a princess. In some ways, yes, a pretty object to have and display.

But the sheer admiration, near reverence held within the beasts gaze?

It is almost intoxicating.

.....Though......

"Are you going to keep me here until I starve to death?" You whisper.

The dragon only blinks at you, probably not even understanding you.

You sigh, curling up on the plush throne, ignoring the way your heart lurches when the dragon growls at you for it, and rests your cheek on the arm of the chair as you try to get comfortable.

As an afterthought, not wanting to antagonize the dragon too much, you let your back fall into a smooth arc as the fabric slides up your thighs, which seems to appease the dragon, as he sits back with a pleased huff.

You lay there for a long time, trying to think about anything but the way the dragon stares at you.

Perhaps when it leaves to hunt, you could sneak out, or find some weapon to stab it with while it slept…. But eventually, the exertion and emotions of the day catches up with you. With nothing else to do, you fall asleep under the dragon's watchful eye.

*****

Perhaps if you hadn't fallen asleep, you might've seen the almost sinister smile that stretched across the beast's face.

Perhaps if you saw such a thing, you wouldn't have let your guard down.

Perhaps you might've had a chance at escaping his grasp.

But no, now that such a pretty piece has been added to his collection, he refuses to let another lay their eyes on you.

His newest piece of treasure, all for him.

No, no one else.

No one.

*****

In the months to come, people would scoure the lands for their beloved princess. Lost on her way home, no evidence of where she could be. All that was left was her carriage surrounded by the corpses of her guard.

In the years to come, the people of your nation, your family and friends, mourn the loss of their princess, for she was never seen again.

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(ʘ‿ʘ✿) “what you say ‘bout me”

(ʘ‿ʘ  )ノ✿ “hold my flower”

Since I’m not seeing many posts about what’s happening in Venezuela, I will make one myself. Please do not turn a blind eye to their ongoing crisis.

First I will put you into context, please note that all this information is taken from posts, threads and statements made by Venezuelans so I will hyperlink each one of my sources.

From 2002 to 2013, Hugo Chávez was the president of Venezuela. Not only did he ruin the country’s economy, imprison people and remove liberty of speech in the country, but he also changed the constitution, allowing unlimited reelection. His regime became a dictatorship disguised as a democracy. Here’s an entire page about this period. (And you can read more searching “chavismo”)

After his death in 2013, Nicolás Maduro took the presidency. Venezuelans started protesting and, as a response, they were repressed and killed, universities were burned down and Venezuela became massively poor, people lacked basic needs (supermarkets were empty, increasing famine and malnutrition), hospitals lacked resources and, consequently, illnesses spread and infant mortality rates increased severely.

This Sunday, July 28th, 2024, elections were held and Venezuelans voted for Edmundo González to be the next president of the country. Exit polls expected him to win the elections.

Later, the revealed results were that Maduro had won with the 51,2% votes, while Edmundo González had only 44,2%. But, as of right now, already 75% of the electoral records confirm that Edmundo González was, in fact, the chosen candidate, meaning that Maduro once again cheated on the elections. This is electoral fraud. This is not a democracy, this is a dictatorship.

Now, Venezuelans are protesting and the government are once again repressing them. Civilians are being persecuted, attacked and killed. Innocent people are being arrested. The government is cutting their communication and are planning on cutting the electricity next.

I urge you to check this thread on Twitter by @/postmortemria. Her account is full of information about Venezuela and their crisis, please check her posts and share them to spread the voice. Try to raise Venezuelans’ voices and donate to them if you can.

At the moment, there aren’t many ways to help other than speaking up, but under this tweet you can find many talented artists and commissions are their way to make some money to pay for basic human needs. If you can, think about commissioning a piece or donating to them.

In addition, here’s another tweet with information to donate to the people affected in the protests. They’re in desperate need of assistance so anything can help.

gofundme.com

Donate to Hot meals 4 Starved Palestinian Kids in north Gaza, organized by Hani Almadhoun

Do you know what it’s like to watch your family starve? I do. My… Hani Almadhoun needs your support for Hot meals 4 Starved Palestinian

Donate!!!!!! Boost!!!!!

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Sacrifice The World (Never You)

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Summary: "A hero would sacrifice you to save the world. But I'm not a hero."

Pairing: Dabi/Hero!Reader, Hawks & Reader are friends

Reader can be read as gen

Content Warning: Angst, Betrayal, Hawks is an ass off screen, SWF, Mild use of Y/N, H/N means Your Hero Name

Word Count: 2.8k

Disclaimer: Characters belongs to Kohei Horikoshi

A/N: This is for a Weekly Challenge in one of the Communities I'm in here on Tumblr, based on the summary. Tweaked the quote a bit, hope you enjoy! 💖

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Being the same age as Hawks, and new to the hero scene, you navigated being new heroes together.

Your childhood best friend should be here with you, by your side, being heroes together because it's what you promised, but he'd died years ago in a fire, so now you carry out both your dreams for him too.

You've been friends with Hawks for years, getting to know him only a few months after his debut.

And though you say friends, you will admit that there were some...feelings...at the start, because really, who could blame you? Of course, that crush was quickly snuffed out with him clearly solely focused on the job, with occasional random hookups, and as time went on, it disgusts you to even consider him as anything more.

He's a walking red flag, literally, with those wings, but he's your friend, your first best friend in a long time, and you know he feels the same.

You know he works directly for the Commission, even with his own agency, after they helped him so much, but you've always been wary of them. As a freelance hero, who doesn't take their orders as much as those directly aligned with them or other Hero Agencies would, they don't exactly like you either, especially with how close you are with their golden boy.

And while that isn't really much to be totally wary of them, seeing Hawks' real smile and morals dwindling over the years, is; because it's almost always after he comes back from a sketchy secret mission assigned to him from them.

So of course, you start digging where you shouldn't, because you're worried for your friend, worried for what he's becoming.

You find out that he's been ordered to kill someone, not even a villain, no.

A politician.

They apparently got on the HPSC's bad side, and now Hawks is being ordered to get them out of the picture.

That's the tipping point for you, when you stop trusting them, when you start questioning them more, their ways, their morals, their orders.

And unbeknownst to you, when they start questioning your loyalty.

*****

Recently, Hawks has been....distant. Cagey, in ways he usually wasn't, even when he had the most top secret missions.

Normally, one wouldn't be able to tell the difference, but after knowing him for so long, it's easy to spot.

You find out the reason from an unexpected source.

*****

Dabi knew the bird was a spy from the moment they met.

It was pathetically obvious.

But, well, he thought he could be useful.

Not without doing some background checks of course. Name, birthday, parents, affiliations.

Friends.

It's how he finds out about you, beautiful and achingly familiar, and one of Hawks' closest friends.

He stomps down on the flare of jealousy at that, reminding himself that that boy died years ago on that hill, reminding himself that you probably don't even remember him.

Getting someone to hack into the HPSC files, he further looks into Hawks and his movements, what missions he has, your missions, what they have on you and oh.

He thought he was at the peak of his anger towards Heroes, towards the Commission, towards Society.

He thought that the person he hates most in the world would always be his father.

He finds out that the HPSC president, and perhaps Hawks himself, are competing for that position.

Hawks is absolutely a spy, his mission to infiltrate and eliminate the League clear as day in his files, along with something else that makes his seams smoke with the heat of his anger.

The HPSC president deems you a threat, and has ordered your elimination, with Hawks being the one to carry it out.

Seething, he combs through their files, finding and collecting more and more information on the HPSC, and even then, he honestly doesn't know which one of their crimes you know about, which one has you suspected, has them wanting to silence you.

There's so many, it could be anything.

And then, he finds your file.

There are notes about your 'drifting loyalties', notes about what information they suspect you know, your schedule, and then...

The order for your assassination, along with the date and location they expect it to happen.

The very system and people that you've devoted your life to are the ones that would dare betray you, betray your trust; would try to abandon you, throwing you away like trash.

He refuses to sit back and let the best thing that's ever happened to him get snuffed out and tossed away like trash.

And hey, maybe you'd like the idea of becoming villains together instead.

*****

When you get home from a long patrol, all you want to do is shower, eat and sleep like the dead.

Those plans go out the window the moment you step foot into your apartment and feel someone is there.

You scan the dark room silently, not seeing anything at first. Then, a flicker of light; a small flame shines in the darkness, lighting up the features of a man on your couch.

Yes, a flame.

A blue flame.

Blue flames that are hauntingly familiar for multiple reasons, but one of those reasons is literally dead, so the remaining ones are terrifying.

The villain Dabi is sitting on your couch, so very casually, as he plays with the licks of fire between his fingers, the light of it illuminating his features eerily, casting shadows and making his eyes seem to glow as they stare at you.

A bead of sweat trickles down the side of your head.

Yes, you are a hero, a damn good one, at that.

That doesn't mean you're prepared to fight the A-rank villain, tired and alone, in an enclosed area, within a populated apartment building.

You swallow thickly, reminding yourself that you need to be calm.

Seeing as he already knows you're there, you flick on the lights.

"Dabi. What do you want?" You try to keep your voice steady and the tremor out of it as you speak, and you don't know if you succeed, as you slowly walk forward.

"Well hello to you too, H/N." He says sarcastically, his voice smoky and deep,

"Come sit, yeah? We need to have a lil chat."

Before you can think about it, you scoff, glaring at him warily. "And what could we, possibly have to talk about?"

Huffing a dry laugh, he raises his hand, waving a folder. "Sit and you'll find out."

This is such a bad idea, but honestly, what choice do you have?

Taking a deep breath, you steel yourself, sitting on the opposite side.

For a moment, he doesn't say anything, just staring at you, making you start to get more and more nervous and impatient.

Just as you were about to snap, you hear him murmur softly, almost sadly, "You really don't recognize me, huh?"

Taken aback, you stutter, "W-What?"

Running his fingers through his midnight hair, he mutters, "Well, I was hoping that you of all people would recognize your best friend, Y/N."

Azure eyes lock onto your wide ones as you freeze in place.

You've only had two best friends all your life, and one is dead.

Though, you never truly accepted that, did you?

Your hands shake, tears blurring your vision as you look at the man in front of you. Really look at him.

At the scars in some specific places, some from burns, some not.

At the way he taps his foot nervously.

At those blue eyes, the same color as Endeavor's, yet so different, so pretty, so achingly familiar.

When you take a closer look at his dark hair, and you can see white roots peaking out, that's what bursts the dam.

"Touya?" Your voice is fragile as you ask tentatively, hopefully; a small tremor in your voice as you gaze at him with teary eyes, and Dabi feels his heart crack.

"Yeah, Doll, it's me." He breathes, opening arms because he knows what's coming. And he's right, as you lunge forward, tackling him in a hug as you sob into his shoulder. He grips you just as tight, burying his face in your hair, hugging you tightly. And oh, how you missed his hugs, completely engulfing you in that comforting warmth.

You sob and scream at him, words muffled by his shoulder, but he just holds you through it.

And when you're done, minutes or hours later, you pull back, sitting next to him.

You need answers.

"What the fuck, Touya?" Your voice is croaky and broken from all the crying, and he chuckles lightly as he wipes away the lingering tears.

"I go by Dabi now." There's a shit eating grin threatening to be released but he manages to hold it in to spare himself of your wrath.

You glare at him through glossy eyes, biting out, "Yeah, no shit. Explain."

He sighs, thumb caressing your cheekbone as he avoids your eyes. "I'll explain everything another day. Right now, I need you to read this." He pulls back, reaching for the folder you completely forgot about, and hands it to you.

You look at him with furrowed brows as you open it, before looking down to read.

You fall silent as you read, breathing picking up as the papers crinkle in your tight grip.

"Touya, where'd you find this?" You whisper shakily, eyes flicking back up to him.

"....You know where." His voice is gentle, and somehow that makes it worse.

You swallow around the lump in your throat as you stare back down at the orders written for your winged best friend to kill you.

He wouldn't.

Would he?

You know him to be loyal to the Commission, to the president, but you also know him to be a loyal friend.

Taking a deep breath, you let it out slowly.

You'd give him the benefit of the doubt.

When you say this, of course, Dabi isn't pleased.

"And what if he actually tries to kill you? You know how much of a lap dog he is." He says through gritted teeth, trying to control his anger at the thought of you even being near Hawks.

"I....he's my friend, Tou....has been for years....I have to believe I mean more to him than an order." You try to convince yourself that you absolutely trust that he wouldn't go through with this, would warn you at the very least.

Touya scoffs in disbelief, looking at your like you're stupid, before sighing in resignation. "Okay...if that's what you want. But if he tries, or if you just change your mind, call me." He slips you a piece of paper, presumably with his number on it. "I missed ya, so if you want, you can join me in the League. They'd love you."

You sputter in surprise, looking at him with wide, incredulous eyes. "I'm a hero, Dabi."

He looks at you flatly. "Yeah, but for how long until they either kill you or revoke your license? They want to get rid of you, Y/N. Because you know they're corrupt. So, we'll just take them down."

You're on the verge of crying again, and  he could see it.

"We couldn't be heroes together, so how 'bout villains?" His smile is cheeky but genuine as he tries to lighten the mood, softening when it works, as you choke out a wet laugh.

"Just, think about, yeah?" Leaning in, he presses a soft kiss to your forehead and you feel yourself flush with warmth.

With that, he leaves the way he apparently entered. Through the window, down the fire escape.

Left alone with your thoughts, you doubt you'd get any sleep tonight.

*****

Every day since then, you've been withdrawing as much money from your account as you can without seeming suspicious, transferring the rest to another account; and with a go bag packed and ready for the worst case scenario, you stew in your anxiety as the days go by.

The date of your scheduled assassination is tomorrow, and you've yet to speak to Hawks.

You tell yourself that it's normal, because it is; you've had longer periods of time than this of not speaking to each other with the cluttered messes that are your schedules.

What isn't normal, is that if he was going to say anything, he would've by now.

You can't exactly just ask Hawks about it, as you have no way of explaining how you know, and no way of truly knowing that he wouldn't just kill you on the spot.

Because as much as you like and trust him as a friend, you've never felt that the feeling is as mutual. Like, sure he likes you enough as a friend, but would he go against orders from the HPSC for you?

You don't know, and that scares you.

So you do all you can at the moment, without outright running.

You wait.

If he tries to contact you, trying to get you to go to that specified spot tomorrow, you'll know, and you'll already have a way out with Dabi and the League; because otherwise, the truth is, there's no future for you.

Because even if you survive this, you'd have to go into hiding anyway, or they'll just try again, or ruin your life, revoking your license, everything, or just straight up frame you and toss you into Tartarus, throwing away the key.

So many bad outcomes.

Yet, naively, you hope.

*****

Then, you get a text from Hawks, asking you to hang out tomorrow, at the location.

And your heart cracks, because someone you care about, someone you trusted, has decided that your life is worth less than their job or morals.

And then you get angry.

*****

You quickly gather your things, all of your necessities packed and ready to go in a duffel bag and backpack, and contact Dabi for pickup on a burner phone.

And as the swirling portal opens up in your living room, you send off one last text to Hawks, replying with a short "Fuck you :)", on your personal phone of course, before dropping it into the prepared glass of acid, so they can't get anything off of it or track you, right next to the files Dabi gave you, and stepping through the mist.

Straight into Dabi's waiting arms.

*****

After meeting the League, you decide that you already like them, though wish you met under better circumstances.

Such as one of your best friends decidedly not trying to kill you.

For the corrupt government, no less!

And through all of the blazing anger and newfound hatred, when it's just you and Dabi left, you cry.

He softly cups your face in his scarred hands, gently tilting your head up to hold your gaze as he wipes away your tears. "The heroes would dare make a martyr of you, sacrifice you and throw you away like trash for this fucked up world." He says lowly, voice trembling with the anger that burns like small suns in his azure eyes. He leans in closer, warm breath hitting your lips, murmuring, "But I'm no hero, doll. I'd raze the world if it meant you'd be warm." His words drip with reverence, eyes blazing with the truth of his words, and you tremble where you stand.

Because as a hero, the threat and promise of such violence should horrify you.

But as just a person, who's never known true loyalty shown to you in so long, who's been betrayed and abandoned by all those you've loved and trusted, in the past and recently, being shown such devotion, no matter how tainted, how violent, by the one person you've always loved most, it is irristibly bewitching.

And before you know it, you're pulling him down into a bruising kiss, breathing out all of your doubts and worries, and he swallows them all down with a sigh of contentment, sliding one hand from your cheek, down to your waist, pulling you in closer.

To anyone else, you'd seem foolish to put any amount of trust in a villain of all people, after being burned by betrayal so many times by people they'd deem 'better'.

But they've all let you down, and Touya, Dabi, is not them, so why not try the other side?

It's a sacrifice you're actually willing to make this time.

Pulling back, you whisper against his mismatched lips.

"Let's raze everything."

His answering grin is feral and bright, and worth the sacrifice that is the world.

The very world that made the mistake of throwing you both away.

Oooohhh okie okie

Well ofc my love, Dabi

The beginning of my love of blue flames, Okumura Rin

My lil Dragon King, Natsu Dragneel

And finally, Yamamoto Genryusai......we listen, and we don't judge

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