First series in about 10 years. I'm 98% sure I'm going to finish this one; I have the rest of the chapters outlined. Just gotta add in the details.
Links to each chapter is below!
The reader is referred to by they/them pronouns but AFAB (also referred to as 'wife' in some parts). Dabi is probably ooc a bit and this vaguely follows mha plot until I take a hard left turn with Dabi's story. I also will probably have pregnancy themes after chapter 10; warning you now because I know some people dont like that.
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"Just.." he panted, "a few more feetâŚ" Dabi encouraged himself as he trudged through the alleyways. His feet feeling like they were being weighed down as he leaned against and crashed against various building walls; probably leaving behind splats of blood. Groaning as he wills himself to continue. He'd be damned if he dies out here.
Death. This is really how it gets him. It took all his energy to scoff at the thought. After everything he's been through. After all that he endured. This is how he dies. Pathetic.
He stumbles to your front door, fumbling with his key as he unlocks it. Soon pushing the door open and calling out.
"Y/n!!" He yells as he falls to the ground, just barely inside the threshold of your flower shop. He didn't want to die in your shop. He really didn't. But he's a selfish bastard. He knows that. What lead him here was the thought of seeing you one last time before his eternal slumber. He struggles to keep his eyes open as he hears you coming down your stairs and the rushed sound of your bare feet hitting the tile of the first floor.
"Shit! Touya!" You yelled. His heart skipped a beat knowing you're worried for him.
Soon his eyes open once more and he sees your face. "So pretty." He whispers out as he reaches a hand for your face: you take it in yours a squeeze his hand.
"You need a hospital!" You come to the conclusion pretty quickly.
"No hospitalâŚ" He breaths out, "Get arrestedâŚ. Rather die..." His eyes flutter close.
"Touya!" He hums as you shout his name. "Touya! Don't you dare die on me!" You threaten, "if you die, I'll⌠I'll ⌠I'll bring you back and kill you myself! Don't die!" He weakly chuckles at that as his breath becomes more ragged.
Realization dawns on you that he's going to die if you don't try to do something. Anything. You quickly examine his body and move his clothes out of the way; finding several stab wounds. "Shit! Okay⌠Stay with me, Touya!" You shout as you run to grab your first aid kit; that, after he told you about his "occupational hazards", you upgraded for anything you might need in case of a situation like this. On your way back you grabbed any herbs that could be used as medicine.
"Okay.. I've got thisâŚ" you try to convince yourself as you wrack your head for all the medical and herbal medicine knowledge that you've tried to cram into your brain in the last few weeks. You know it's in there.
You breathe out looking at Touya and get to work.
He needs a doctor. A hospital that can do a better job than you. At least you stopped the bleeding. Though you wondered if he lost too much blood and if he needs a transfusionâŚhe needs a hospital, you think as you once again adjust and tuck him into your sheets.
You were glad you were able to keep him breathing. Happy that you were able to get him upstairs into your bed to keep him comfortable as his body heals. Glad that the bleeding stopped. Happy that you cleaned up your bloody floor for a while to distract yourself from the idea that your boyfriend could be dying in your bed.
But now all you have to do is sit next to him and wait with puffy tear soaked irritated eyes and tear stained cheeks.
You know he told you no hospitals, but you really think he needs one. Shouldn't there be a doctor for villains? Although, if he were to recover in hospital, he would feel like you gave him in. The betrayal is not what you want to deal with. He said he'd rather die than go to a hospital to get arrested. You don't want to betray him and his trust. So you wait. And cry. And wait some more.
You spend days up in your room with the shop closed below--family emergency, you put on the closed sign. You were barely taking care of yourself as you tried to feed your unconscious boyfriend a blended smoothie throughout the day. He needs something in his body to survive. To heal. To live.
Days pass and he's still alive. Just unconscious. You're not a doctor so you don't know if that's good or not. It feels bad. You need to find something to do. So.. you grab some flower seeds, some grow bags with dirt in them, and some grow lights. You bring them and set up a little gardening area in your bedroom. You begin to experiment with carnation hybrids and varieties. You felt like Gregor Mendel and his pea plants.
These experiments gave you a sense of normalcy taking care of flowers and gave you something other than your dying boyfriend to focus on. But it kept you close in order to watch his condition. Your quirk helped the plants grow faster than normal and you were able to mix hybrids and originals at a much faster rate than what would be considered normal.
So by the time you got to your 23rd variation, you heard your boyfriend cough. Whipping your head around to see him flutter his eyes open.
"Touya!" You shouted, overflowed with joy as you rushed to him. Grabbing the water on the bedside table and placing it to his lips as you encourage him to take small sips. Soon replacing it with some more of the smoothie mixture you've been trying to get into his body. Tears overflowing your eyes as he eats and drinks with your help. Grateful that he was able to live. "Oh, Touya! I was so worried! I⌠I thought you were going to die! âŚIâŚIâŚI didn't. Didn't⌠Know what to do." You began to pour your breaking heart out to him as he regained his surroundings. Eyes adjusting to the low lighting. His heart clenching in his chest as you began to cry and blubber over him and his well being. It did feel nice to know he would've been missed if he did die. But seeing you so broken down, so exhausted, so fussy about him, and so upset broke his heart.
He weakly reached his hand to yours and held it, effectively shutting you up as you blinked away your tears that soon streamed down your face. "DoâŚ" he cleared his throat. His voice is weak and hoarse from lack of use. "Don't cry over meâŚ" he lifted his hand to wipe away your tears with his thumb. "I ain't go⌠going anywhereâŚfrom now on⌠less fightsâŚless quirk use⌠more livingâŚPromise." He stated with deep breaths in between. You hugged him and sobbed into his shoulder. He patted your back. If he could cry, he would be too.
It won't be until several hours later that you look up to see your new flower variation. A bright light blue carnation with a completely unique genetic code from any other variety.
Later, when you register the variety, you name it, "Touya's Promise" because the color reminds you of his eyes and it will always remind you of his promises to you.
Always being fascinated by fire. It's just so pretty. Then meeting Dabi and seeing his quirk for the first time and he swears you're looking at him like a child looks at a giant lollipop.
"Woah! That was so pretty!"
"Huh?"
"The fire! It was blue and so pretty!"
He lights up a flame in his hand and you come closer to admire it better.
"Heh, thanks"
He feels good. Feels nice to be appreciated. Compliments feel good.
"So gorgeous..."
He doesn't think you meant to even say it but he loves the wonder in your eyes and voice. He loves being connected to something that is seen as attractive.
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Dabi holding and taking care of his newborn baby while you sleepily watch and listen lives rent free in my brain rn.
Dabi rocking her to sleep, humming away in his deep gravely voice.
Dabi bottle feeding his newborn in the middle of the night because he knows you're exhausted and need to sleep. Plus his sleep schedule is fucked anyways.
Dabi changing the baby's diapers while trying his best to make sure you don't wake up and the baby doesn't cry for too long or at all.
Dabi sneaking kisses onto the baby's small little head because even he can't resist how kissable and cute the kid is. Which of course it's cute and kissable it's part you, the most cute and kissable person he knows.
Dabi walking around with the baby in a baby carrier straps to his chest; honestly, he's probably threatening someone at the park or something because he wants to be left alone on his walk with his baby or he wants to push his baby in one of those baby swings and he's gotta threaten the other parent who was there first to leave to be able to use it.
Dabi doing literally anything for his baby and to make you feel comfortable and well taken care of.
Just...
Dabi + Baby = The only reason I'm not depressed right now.
It took a while for Touya to let you call him Touya.
When you first met, it was strictly âDabi.â No nicknames, either. He was too cool for nicknames. Then he started to loosen up a bit as time passed, enjoying when you called him a dummy, an asshole, a shithead. And then you started dating.
Of course he loved when you called him your darling, your love, your dear. But something felt missing to him. And finally, in a random late night conversation, it clicked.Â
He forgets what the conversation was even about. It was late and the two of you were tired. But he remembers something you said to him, presumably after he complained about being his fatherâs child.
âDabi, youâre not just your fatherâs child, youâre you. Separate yourself from him. Take it back. Reclaim yourself.â
He knew what was missing. He wanted you to call him Touya. To reclaim his name. He thought of it as a big âfuck youâ to his father. He wasnât âmy son, Touya.â He was âmy boyfriend, Touya.â He liked how that sounded. He reclaimed it.
So he asked you to call him Touya. Just you. Because there was something about you that made everything about him better. The way you described his charred skin is like no other. What he sees as disgusting, you call âlittle lavender body paintings.â He reclaimed these horrid scars, now seeing them as his loverâs favorite part to kiss on his body.
His eyes. He always hated them. They were like carbon copies of his fatherâs. Until you showered him in compliments, saying you loved how they matched his flames. How they looked like a bright ocean. How they lit up a dark room. He reclaimed his fatherâs eyes, now seeing them as the way heâs able to see his beautiful partner every day.
His natural white hair. He was able to hide it relatively well, but when you get close to him, you can see the white eyelashes that cover his eyes when he sleeps. The trail of white hair under his belly button. The white roots that grow in when he hasnât dyed his hair in a while. You like to mention how the soft white compliments the shimmer of his staples and piercings. He forgets all about his family when your nails are scratching at his scalp, nearly purring as you massage his head.Â
Heâs thought of marrying you hundreds of times. Maybe even starting a family. Reclaiming his last name and adorning it next to your first name. At first he thought of it as yet another âfuck youâ to his father, restarting the Todoroki family as perhaps a healthy one between you, him, and maybe some little rascals running around. But he looks at you and is reminded that he isnât here to annoy his father. He has a purpose. He can live and love like everyone else.Â
Gn!reader, but is called princess. I honestly can see Dabi calling his partner princess no matter their gender.
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He liked you like this. He really did. Loved the way you jumped at every touch; not in a bad, scared of him way, but rather like you weren't expecting it everytime. Dabi chuckles at the thought. You being so skittish around him really boosts his ego and makes him feel⌠proud? Happy? He's not sure, but he likes whatever feeling this is.
His night gets better as you are sat next to him on your couch, watching a movie with him. His focus on the action- packed scene so much so he was leaning forward in interest; his elbow on his legs and chin resting on his hands--like he was studying it, analyzing the scene before him. Then an unexpected sex scene started playing.
He scoffed and leaned back, suddenly disinterested. His hands fell to his sides and due to your proximity, one fell into your lap. He noticed you squirm at the scene and avert your gaze; watching you jump as his hand accidentally landed on your thigh. He chuckled as he began slowly rubbing circles into your flesh, watching you squirm further with breath caught in your throat from the corner of his eye.
"Bet I could do thatâŚ" he muttered as his attention went back to the screen. He didn't really care for what was happening on screen, but the way you let out a breath at his comment and stilled your squirming for a moment was worth watching.
"I mean," He continued anyway, his hand daring to reach more in-between your thighs and higher up to where you're beginning to really want him to touch. "It's not that hard. That position. Pretty easy to get your partner into." He finished, liking the way you were taking shallower, deeper breaths as you all but trembled under his hand as it continued the massage shapes into your thigh, too close to your intimate areas. "Don't you agree?" He asked, his deep blue eyes suddenly on you, piercing through you in the dark as you were suddenly put on the spot.
You nod, not trusting your voice to speak. He didn't like that. Although, the growing smirk on his face wouldn't tell you that. His fingers smoothing over your skin as they reach closer to where it was evident you were turned on; continuing their need to make shapes in your flesh, but never quite touching you where you now want him to. He was teasing you, you decide.
"Speak, Princess. Don't you agree?" He coaxed.
"YâŚyes." You finally find your voice and it's too breathy for your liking. You're not sure if you want him to know that you enjoy his teasing. He grins as he gazes at you--literal putty in his hand.
"Nervous?" He prods. "Can't handle a sex scene, Princess?" Speaking of which, the scene has been going on for way too long. Shouldn't these scenes be shorter? Not that Dabi cared; in fact the opposite, he liked the way the scene and his hand made you uncomfortable, fidgety, nervous, and squirming. Wriggling in your seat, like a worm.
"N..no." You half-heartedly lied, not wanting him to stop.
"Really?" He knew it was a lie. You really make this too easy for him. "What's your favorite part about this scene then? I liked the way she was riding him." He implores as he just so barely grazes your private area through your clothes, making you freeze and jump at the contact simultaneously. His chuckles under his breath; the sound lost in the cacophony of the sound of moans and skin slapping coming from the TV.
"... IâŚuhâŚ" you mutter, daring a glance back at the screen, only to turn away from it immediately once again. ".. me t..tooâŚ" you agreed with him, blindly; unsure if he had made that part up or if the characters really did do such a thing.
"Yeah?" He asked, interest peaked, as he raised an eyebrow to you. "You like that sort of thing? Riding a guy's dick as he appreciates you. Making him cum under you because you look like an angel, who makes him feel so, so good. Ya like that?" He asked as his fingers on your thigh stopped, his hand instead gripping your flesh as he felt your hips rock as the loss of the sensation.
Embarrassed. That's how you felt. You didn't mean to rock your hips, they just did. Just like you didn't mean to let out a whimper at his words. You find your voice again. "S..sounds like you.. like that." You tried teasing him back and honestly, he thought, it was a cute attempt.
"I do." He admits easily, unfazed, his hands removed from you completely as he places his arm on the back of the couch; ensuring he isn't touching you. His gaze back on the TV as if he was done with the conversation. The scene moves on, getting back into the plot and, he hoped, more gory scenes.
You blinked at him as you were no longer holding his attention. "Really?" You asked, a bit more bold than you have been moments ago. He gave you a non-committal hum, eyes glued to the screen. "Like having someone's thighs around you. " You elaborate as you turn and toss one of your thighs over to the other side of him, effectively straddling him. His only movement was a tilt of his head to see around you to the TV screen.
"Sure." He responded, flatly, as if disinterested in what you were doing.
"Them panting and moaning into your earâŚ" you continue, unsure where this confidence came from as you lean down to whisper into his ear, letting your hands slide up his chest and wrap around his neck. You continued, "you're cock twitching inside them as they milk you for all that you haveâŚ" your own filthy words causing you embarrassment. Finally, his eyes shift onto you.
"You offerin'?" He asks. A simple question, really, as if it weren't obvious in the fact that you were in his lap, basically on his cock already.
"Maybe" you attempt to be coy as you let your hips work down against his; causing him to be surprised at your actions.
He sat there and enjoyed the movement; really appreciating your figure on top of him, working hard to get him off through his pants, or maybe you were working hard to get yourself off on his dick. Either way, he liked it. But you couldn't tell with the way he made no movements, no sounds, nothing, just his eyes keeping his piercing gaze on you. And, if you were being honest with yourself, that was enough. All that you needed was his attention; you could do the rest.
"I don't fuck with maybes" He said as he easily pushed you off to the side, landing on the couch as he stood and went to your kitchen, grabbing himself something to drink before returning.
You felt hurt and disappointed at how easily he disregarded you. How easily he walked away from the situation. Then he sat back down in his spot, finding you right where he had left you. Laying down on the couch, shell-shocked. He chuckled as his attention went back to the movie.
Then you felt enraged and frustrated. How DARE he turn you on and whisper sweet words that sounded like promises, only to completely disregard you. You sat up, anger seeping onto your face, as you pushed him over--catching him off guard. He lays on his back to look at you and find that you are climbing back into his lap.
"I'm not done with you." You all, but growl and he's surprised that he likes the sound of your voice full of anger.
"Yeah?" He tried to sit up, "well, I'm done with you." You push him back down. Honestly, where he belongs. Underneath you.
"No, you're not." You reply as you tug his shirt up over his chest, yanking it off his head. He grunts and helps you only because he doesn't want you ripping any staples out with it.
"That a yes, then?" He inquires.
"Yes, dumbass" You retaliate a you lean down to smash your lips against his. Your hands trailing down scarred and smooth skin alike; his staples biting cold into your hands every time they trail over them.
You break the kiss. "Then do what you wish to me, Princess." He replied, smirking at you. His hands find the back of your thighs as you begin to grind against his clothed cock. Your lips brushing against his as you speak.
The idea that Dabi (aka Touya) ends up living longer than he expects and--unfortunately--has to live with his family again is constantly in my brain.
Sidenote: throughout this imagine when I say "everyone", I mean those that are adults.
But, imagine, one day, Dabi invited you over (after much convincing of his parents or whatever dumbass is in charge of his sentencing). And you show up and you aren't want they expected. You aren't a villain. Hell, they think you give off incredibly innocent, pure vibes.
Eventually after a while of talking, you go to the bathroom and when you are coming back to the living room you overhear.
"Dad, I'm not a teen. I can shut my door if I wanna."
"We just don't want you..." His dad trails off, embarrassed to actually say it.
"To have sex with my spouse?!" Dabi ends the sentence, obviously agitated. Everyone is shocked at the fact that he just revealed that you are married to him. Then you walk into the living room with them.
"He's gonna have sex with me whether the door is open or not. Might as well save yourself and others from seeing it." You add, shrugging, knowing Dabi's not shy about fucking you with prying eyes around. Everyone is still reeling from his reveal, but now having to process what you said on top of that.
"Come on show me to your bedroom, love" you add to Dabi and he leads you into the hall and down the corridor to his bedroom and just as you enter, you both hear his dad yell.
"Shut the door!"
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Or alternatively,
Dabi takes you straight to his bedroom after introductions. Door open upon his dad's request and after a few hours of hanging out, Dabi's fucking your brains out with the door wide open where anyone can walk by and be traumatized.
The poor unfortunate soul that is traumatized ends up being his dad; karma for telling him to keep his door open. He slams the door shut, realizing that asking for it to be open was pointless since his son obviously didn't give a shit about being private when having sex.
It wasn't until much later when you're awkwardly asked about it do you say,
"Why wouldn't I let my husband fuck me?"
Causing shock to run through the bodies of everyone who heard.
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Unrelated, but still kinda related,
I imagine that upon finding out Dabi is married to you, Natsou would yell out "YOURE MARRIED?!" to Dabi.
I think it'd be funny that you were his best kept secret.
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Anyone know where the fic where Dabi, Toga, and reader share an apartment? Toga tell Dabi to leave reader alone and Dabi thinks it's funny when reader get flustered around him. Eventually he hears the reader through the wall moaning his name and they end up together.
