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burning storms — chapter 1: the blacksite

╰┈➤ fandom — BNHA

╰┈➤ pairing — dabi x narukami [oc]

╰┈➤ chapter synopsis — what starts as just another day in confinement for kuwahara reina quickly spirals into uninhibited chaos as alarms start sounding and people start screaming.

╰┈➤ trigger warnings — graphic descriptions of violence, blood, mentions of suicide, people getting cooked alive thanks to dabi's quirk and mentions of blood.

╰┈➤ word count — 5857

BANG.

Reina scowled at the section of concrete wall that had barely even dented under the blow she had dealt it. All she had to show for her rash decision to slam her fists against the wall was a dull, throbbing pain that refused to abate.

Biting back the string of curses that threatened to roll off her tongue, she leaned back against the wall she had just attempted to punch in, crossing her legs as she attempted to focus on anything other than the horrific nightmare she had just woken up from.

What time was it? It was probably early in the morning, since a guard would probably have woken her up for her daily breakfast of miso soup and vegetables. The one good thing about being trapped in this hellhole: good food. Or, at the very least, better than what she ate back when she was a part of the League of Villains.

She pressed her fingers against her temples, fractured remnants of the nightmare coming back to her. The nightmares were always there, but after the torture they put her through every night in an attempt to extract information from her, they had gotten doubly worse to the point where she barely slept anymore and did all she could to stay awake. It certainly didn't help that there was no caffeinated drinks in this godforsaken blacksite. One could only go so long without sleep.

If their plan was to torture Reina with nightmares until she caved from fear and gave them whatever information she wanted, they would be waiting a lifetime for that to happen. Only the information she held was keeping her alive, and she wasn't about to give it up so easily. That, and her hatred for hero society far outweighed her care for hero own safety.

Reina glanced around her sparsely furnished cell with a scowl. It was the same sight she was greeted with every day: a metal toilet in the corner, a metal wall-mounted wash basin and the cot she was sitting on made up the furniture. That, and a row of metal bars right above the toilet that served as the window where she would do pull-ups every day in order to keep herself in shape since her fitness was hardly a concern for the higher-ups in this place. In fact, it was to their benefit if she was half-dead and out of shape.

Welcome to the rest of your life, Kuwahara Reina. In this hellhole of a cell, until they get tired of you and send someone to strangle you to death and pretend you hanged yourself in custody.

Footsteps approaching her cell instantly made her muscles snap taut, her eyes darting to the heavy metal door. It was early. Too early in the morning for her daily interrogation. Was today the day, then? The day when their patience would inevitably run out and her life would be cut short, like scissors slicing through a strand of thread?

Well. She wasn't going to go quietly. Even without access to her Quirk, she could fight old-school. Even an army of guards couldn't get her to surrender quietly.

"Here to bring the prisoner's food."

Ah. Not today then. Although it could still be a cover. Reina's muscles relaxed ever so slightly, although her senses were still on high alert.

"One of the lucky ones, eh?" A second, gruffer voice asked. "Got your security clearance?"

"Yeah, yeah, got it right here." The first man spoke again. "Poor guy. He's not dead, is he?"

Reina frowned. Dead? What guy? The conversation now had her full attention.

"He's in hospital, still dosed out on whatever it is the intruder gave him. Don't think we need to worry, though. Taguchi's strong, he'll get through this alive."

Taguchi... Isn't he the subordinate of the President who's been interrogating me? And what do they mean, intruder? If there had really been a break-in, none of the alarms had sounded at all or she would have woken up immediately. Whoever it was had been smart enough to evade detection, and most likely had escaped capture too. But what reason would anyone have to break into this facility?

Maybe, just maybe, someone's found out that I'm not dead. The second the thought entered her head, she quashed it immediately. She wasn't about to let herself hope for something that would never happen. She'd just end up letting herself down. Well. At least I know why Taguchi hasn't been by in at least three days. And I got some peace and quiet, too.

"Amen to that," was all the guy said before there was a soft beeping sound and a click as the metal door opened and shut behind the guard, dressed in the usual bulletproof vest, black jacket and black form-fitting pants with a faint camouflage print that she was so used to seeing on a daily basis entered and set down a tray with her breakfast on it in front of where she was seated and unlocking her handcuffs.

She merely nodded at him in thanks. For a moment, she briefly entertained the idea of electrocuting the man where he stood with her lightning, the familiar sting of electricity at her fingertips as she pictured his body falling to the floor, mouth open in a silent scream as he went into cardiac arrest from a well-aimed bolt of lightning to the heart—

—until she remembered the last time she had attempted such a feat. It hadn't gone well, and all she had to show for her efforts were the Quirk-suppression cuffs that were her constant companions the last month or two that were always on her wrists when she wasn't eating.

The guard retreated to the door, hand poised on the gun at his hip as a way to send her a warning. Reina contemplated asking him about the incident with Taguchi, but eventually decided against it since she was sure none of the guards wanted to entertain any sort of chitchat with her. In fact, she was sure that they all wanted her dead for the crimes she'd committed.

If only they knew the full story... what would their reactions be?

It wasn't as if any of them would be willing to listen to her, though. They’d chalk it up to her being insane. They’d find it easier to believe and she knew they could believe it of her. Reina eyed the plastic utensils positioned by the bowl of miso soup on the tray—which used to be normal metal until she had threatened a guard the first week into her imprisonment that she would put her fork through his eye if he didn't stop glaring at her. Of course, it didn't escape her notice that the next day, the utensils she'd been provided were now plastic.

Picking up the bowl of soup, she took a sip of the salty and savory broth. Miso soup had been one of her favorite dishes ever since she was young, and even in a hellhole like this, the taste of it never failed to make her smile in remembrance of a simpler time where her laugh was readily and genuinely given instead of a defense mechanism, and her only concerns were of childish things and toys and not for her life or how to kill a man in under three seconds.

Reina’s smile faded as quickly as it had come. Alas, this was her life now. Short, tragic and doomed to be cut short in a prison cell of all places. They should carve that into my gravestone. Oh wait. I won’t even get a gravestone since criminals are obviously unworthy of having one.

Out of the blue, a loud and blaring alarm screamed in her ears, so shocking and sudden that she dropped her bowl of soup onto her cot, soaking into the thin material of the sheets. The bowl clattered to the ground unnoticed as Reina rose to her feet, cocking her head to the side as she watched the guard draw his gun, repositioning himself to the other side of the metal door.

“Move and you get shot,” the guard shouted over the din.

Reina shrugged, not deigning to respond to the pathetic attempt at a threat as she sat back down on the cot. Outwardly, she was the picture of serenity. Inwardly, her mind was racing furiously as she glanced down at her hands. Her wrists, which were free and unbound by Quirk-suppression cuffs which the guard must have forgotten about due to the sudden hubbub. She could easily incapacitate him, knock on the door, pretend to be him and get the guards outside to open the big metal door before killing them both. Even if the intruder wasn't here for her, she could easily escape in the chaos.

But was it worth the risk to electrocute the guard in the first place? She wasn’t even sure why the alarms were going off in the first place. She didn’t even know if there was an intruder at all. If she attacked or killed him, the government could decide that she wasn’t worth keeping around even for the information she had and could potentially have her killed sooner. That, and he had a gun and was probably a well-trained operative. He could probably get off a shot before she could so much as twitch her fingers.

Reina stifled the urge to groan. So many questions she had no answers to. The only thing she could deduce, based on the thuds of bodies striking the ground and the screams that were drawing closer and closer with each passing second…

Whoever it was, here for her or not, was definitely not fond of keeping things quiet.

—

He had narrowly escaped been shot at least twice and he was starting to burn himself from overuse of his Quirk, but Dabi was still in relatively good shape.

Sighing in exasperation as yet another wave of guards approached him and begun to fire, Dabi ducked behind the corner he had just rounded as they begun their advance.

With a wave of his hands, he lazily unleashed a wave of cerulean flames that incinerated the whole unit of operatives. When the flames cleared and the screams of pain ceased, only the smoldering ashes and the half-burnt corpses on the ground remained of the whole group. Some were barely alive, murmuring unintelligible phrases and groaning in pain. Normally, Dabi would stop to put them out of their misery with another blast of flames, but today, he couldn't be bothered to. After all, he had a damsel in distress to rescue.

According to the floor plans Shigaraki had somehow acquired and had forced him to memorise, prisoner number 656700 was most likely being held on the 5th floor, behind a heavy metal door protected by both a keycard and a passcode.

As to how to obtain both the keycard and the passcode, that was still in question.

Ascending the flight of stairs that would take him to the fifth floor, he came face-to-face with the heavy metal door described in the floor plans. Behind that door was the girl he needed to secure. Just a small snag in the plan: the two guards standing in front of the door, shouting that they had seen the intruder as they started firing on him.

Dabi jerked back, cursing as the bullets struck the section of wall where his head had just been a second ago.

"Found the door," he half-yelled into the microphone wired to his right wrist above the blaring alarms screaming into his ears. "You sure what's-her-name is behind it? If I find out that I risked my life just for a fucking storage room, handjob, no doctor is gonna be able to put your scrawny ass back together."

"She's a high-profile prisoner who's attempted to escape, Dabi," Shigaraki retorted, his scratchy voice projecting into Dabi's earpiece. "You really think they'd stuff her into a storage cabinet of all places?"

Narukami had tried to escape before? That was certainly news to him. Maybe he should have taken a peek at some of those files Toga had managed to steal.

Shigaraki was still talking. "We found the code to the door among the prisoner files Toga stole from the facility—it's 0109. You just need the keycard which should be on one of the guards assigned outside her door."

“Yeah, I’ve met them. Real nice people,” Dabi sarcastically replied as he peeked around the corner, only to have to quickly duck back down as he caught sight of the two guards advancing on him, the shots they had squeezed off punching into the wall behind him.

With a sigh, his palms lit up with cerulean flames once more. The second he heard the telltale clicks of a magazine being reloaded, he projected the flames forward, catching the operatives off-guard. Their guns clattered to the floor unnoticed as their arms came up instinctively to protect themselves, but they were no match for the blazing heat of the flames that instantly vaporized them.

The screams of pain died down within seconds, the charred corpses collapsing on the ground with a thud. Dabi had been careful to not let the flames touch their clothes, knowing that he would most likely have to search them for the keycard.

Bending down, he stuck his hand into the pocket of the first man he saw and pulled out a card, noting with satisfaction that it was a bright red keycard with a magnetic strip along one side.

"Found the keycard." Dabi muttered into the microphone strapped to his wrist, approaching the metal door before him. He could already hear reinforcements arriving, shouting commands at one another. He had to quickly extract Narukami before they got to the fifth floor.

Inserting the keycard into the reader, he put in the code Shigaraki had instructed him to enter, glancing behind every so often in order to ensure he wouldn't catch a bullet in the back of the head. Based on what he could hear, it seemed like the reinforcements were clearing every inch of every floor, which would buy him some time to retrieve the girl.

Finally, there was a small beeping sound and the locks on the door unlatched, the heavy metal door swinging inwards, revealing a sparsely furnished cell room with a cot, a metal toilet and wash stand—

—and the body of a guard, lying on the ground in front of the door.

"Dabi, status," Shigaraki's impatient voice barked into the earpiece.

"Status is I got the fucking door open and the girl's nowhere to be found." Dabi bit out, the hand that didn't have the microphone strapped to it lighting up with blue flames as he advanced a few steps into the room until the body was right by his feet.

His eyes took in the shiny metal that lay on the ground beside the corpse. Quirk suppression cuffs. Specially designed for use by the police force. He bent to pick them up. According to the prisoner report he had read through quickly before being dispatched on the mission, Narukami was being held in Quirk suppression cuffs following an attempt at escape she had made in the past that had very nearly succeeded.

So she had managed to get the cuffs off. But how had she escaped? The door hadn't been opened, or the guards he had just incinerated outside would have noticed. Neither did it seem was there a way to get the door open from the inside.

Unless...

Unless she hadn't left the room at all.

As if on cue, there was a heavy blow to his shoulder that sent him sprawling to the floor with a grunt. Dabi recovered quickly and rolled onto his back, his hand raised in warning, alight with azure blue flames. But the girl from the photo was already standing over him, planting a foot onto his left shoulder and forcing it to the ground. She was clutching a thin sword that seemed to be made of pure lavender light resting right over his pounding heart, flickering every so often with small crackles of light that sending tingles throughout his body.

No, not light. Electricity.

"And who are you supposed to be?" Her voice was low with an edge of boredom to it. However, her eyes, the colour of orchids, were narrowed and distrustful as she tapped the sword against his chest, right over where his heart was beating. Her gaze raked over him, no doubt taking in the patches of purple gnarled skins stapled to his skin in a way that burned almost more than his fire did. However, she didn't look judgmental at all. If anything, she looked intrigued, as though she were pondering their origins.

Dabi glared up at her through heavily lidded eyes. “Your fucking ticket out of here, sweetheart.” He spat. “Although I don’t think Shigaraki is going to enjoy having a member of the League sent back dead.”

The girl, Narukami, fully returned the glare with one of her own. “Shigaraki? Please. I don’t recall the last time he ever willingly worked with someone else. Are you certain we’re talking about the same person?” Her voice remained the same as ever, although she lifted the blade of lightning away from his chest the slightest bit.

“Look,” Dabi bit out, his patience at an end, “reinforcements are coming soon and when they come, they’re gonna lock you back up, maybe even shoot you dead on the spot. So if you wanna get out of this fucking blacksite alive, I’m your best bet. So either take your chances with me or I lock your ass back up and leave.”

Narukami fell silent. No matter which way she twisted it, her best chances of escaping the blacksite alive lay with Dabi. Even if she couldn't fully trust him yet. But he had no intention of winning her trust; he just had to get her out alive and prove that he was a worthy member of the League of Villains. In fact, were it up to him they wouldn't even be carrying out this rescue in the first place.

After a long moment of silence which served to amplify the shouts from the arriving reinforcements that were drawing nearer and nearer, she sighed. The sword dissipated into shining particles of amethyst light as she backed away from the open doorway to the right side of the cell, her foot no longer pinning his shoulder to the ground. "Like I have a choice." This time, her low voice had an undercurrent of bitterness to it. As if she was all too familiar with and tired of having her hand forced one too many times.

Yeah, well, join the club, sweetheart. Dabi rose to his feet, brushing off dust from his pants as he retreated to the wall opposite from her. "Kurogiri won't be able to warp us out directly from here. We have to get outside the facility first."

Narukami pursed her lips. "We're going to have to get past the reinforcements, then. I think they're on the floor right beneath us. It seems we're going to have to fight our way through."

"I can work with that." Dabi shrugged as he peeked around the corner once more to ensure that there were no operatives on their floor before running for the stairs, not checking to see if the girl was following. "Keep up. I'm not going to stop for you if you die."

To his mild surprise, Narukami was right at his side, keeping excellent pace with him. "Right back at you. Really, you underestimate me if you think I couldn't keep up," she tutted. About to descend the flight of stairs that would take them to the fourth floor, they came face to face with none other than the reinforcements called in and immediately were forced to fall back amid a hail of bullets that, by some miracle, completely missed them.

“You’re the one who was stupid enough to get caught by the heroes in the first place. Sorry if my assessment of your skills happens to be pretty low.”

Despite the chaos all around them, Narukami had definitely heard him if the way her shoulders stiffened was any indication. Her lips pressed into a thin, peevish line as if she wasn’t sure if the insult was serious or not. Well, Dabi wasn’t about to take it back. His job was to get the girl out of this prison alive, not to get her good favor.

Eventually, her lips curved into a semblance of a smile, the sword of pure electricity reformed and clutched in her right hand. Violet eyes met cerulean blue for a brief moment. "Blink and you miss."

In the second that it had taken Dabi to blink, the girl had vanished. Well, vanished wasn't really the appropriate word—she had just sprinted at full speed towards the stairs, leaving crackling lightning in her wake.

Another second passed. Then the shouting begun anew, punctuated by the sound of gunfire.

"Dabi! What's the fucking status!" Shigaraki exploded. "Do you or do you not have the girl? What’s with all the radio silence?”

The man in question sighed pointedly, raising the microphone to his mouth. "Shut up and let me do my job!" Reigniting his flames, he rounded the corner, his hand raised in warning as he prepared to incinerate the entire unit of operatives before they could even so much as breathe.

Only problem with that strategy was, the second he turned the corner he was greeted by the sight of 5 dead operatives lying on the hard concrete ground. And in the middle of the chaos was Narukami herself.

She was locked in combat with 2 other operatives, but despite being outnumbered she didn’t seem to be at any sort of disadvantage at all. The second one of the operatives turned his gun on her, she was already silently slipping behind him with a nimble, elegant grace within the space of a single second before slashing out with her lightning sword. The operative dropped like a marionette with its strings cut.

The second operative begun staggering backwards towards the stairs that led to the floor below, probably intending to wait for backup or to run as far away from the girl as possible. Narukami sighed darkly, looking more annoyed than anything before she sprinted off, violet lightning trailing behind her.

Dabi frowned, descending the stairs and taking care to step around the bodies littering the stairs, the familiar smell of burnt flesh filling his nostrils. Reaching the final step, he turned to his right only to notice Narukami standing in front of him, her lilac hair tousled, sweat beading at her hairline and her breaths coming in quick, rapid pants but her expression was blank.

"You blinked."

Was all she said before dropping the smoking corpse of the operative she had been holding aloft by the scruff of his neck onto the ground, the blade she had been clutching dissipating into particles of violet light. The corpse was smoking slightly and reeked of burnt flesh, a smell Dabi was extremely familiar with.

She held his gaze with her own for a moment, her eyes steely and hard before she turned on her heel and headed for the stairs.

Here I thought she was just a second-rate thug, Dabi thought to himself, staring at the girl with the long, lavender hair who moved with the grace that only a killer could possess in a new light. He had expected to meet an innocent girl destined for normalcy who had ventured too deep into the web of the criminal underworld, so stricken with fear she could hardly stand.

Well, whatever he had expecting certainly wasn't the young woman before him whose kills were ruthlessly efficient and clean and had taken down an entire unit of trained operatives who were armed with guns and trained to kill with nothing but lightning she had generated.

"Hey. Last I checked, we were running on a tight schedule," Narukami snapped from the floor below him. With a jolt, Dabi realised that he hadn't moved an inch from where he had been standing earlier, making him a sitting duck for anyone happening to pass by. Cursing himself for his idiocy, he hastened after the girl's quickly retreating form, muttering a quick "Package secure" into his microphone to pacify Shigaraki and to prevent him from getting worked up over nothing.

"So, I don't think I ever got your name," Narukami began shortly after he caught up to her as they continued sprinting down the stairs.

Dabi scoffed. "Why the hell does my name matter to you? I'm just the guy assigned to break your ass out of here. With any luck, we're not gonna see each other after today." Inwardly, he knew that probably wasn't true. After all, Shigaraki had asked him to break the girl out for a reason and, after witnessing what Narukami was capable of, it probably wasn't because she was his secret girlfriend.

Despite not looking at her, he could tell that she was rolling her eyes. "Excuse me for wanting to address you by a name other than 'burnt trash'," she retorted. Her tone was completely blunt, a stark contrast to her biting remark, as if she were making an innocent remark about the weather.

For the first time in months, hell, years even, Dabi was struck completely speechless. It wasn't a foreign feeling by any means, but the Cremation user had thought those days completely behind him. It didn't mean that he liked it at all.

"...it's Dabi." The man finally forced out through gritted teeth and unwilling lips after a moment of silence that seemed to stretch on for eternity.

The girl nodded briefly. To her credit, she didn't outwardly gloat. "I go by Narukami. Although I suspect you already knew that." She remarked. "Now, how are we going to get outside the facility? Or was the whole plan just to fight our way in and out?" The question didn't seem to be asked in spite or jest, rather, it seemed to stem from a genuine desire to know. Narukami didn't seem interested in small talk or banter anymore, now completely focused on the task at hand.

"Just follow me," he demanded tersely as they reached the bottom of the stairwell and turned to the left. He grudgingly had to admit that memorising the layout of the facility had been a good idea. "I blew open the blast door when I arrived. All we have to do is fight our way through."

His cerulean eyes darted to the girl briefly, trying to gauge her reaction. It wasn't exactly the best plan by any means; he had told Shigaraki just as much. Narukami's lips were pursed into a tight line as she considered his words carefully. There were definitely a lot of holes in the plan, and a lot of it hinged on the assumption that they were capable of fighting their way through operatives who had no doubt been through grueling training and would shoot first, ask questions never.

However, if Narukami had any concerns about the plan, she didn't voice them. As they rounded yet another corner, they were quickly forced to fall back again as they came face to face with a group of more operatives. Dabi ignited his flames once again, ready to incinerate the entire group once they had to reload.

Narukami's lips curved into a smile, lilac eyes glittering with excitement at the prospect of freedom as her palms lit up with violet electricity.

"Ready when you are."

—

Dabi leapt out of the corner he had ducked into, sending a wave of blue fire towards the guards. Reina was positive that, based on the heat she could feel from her position beside him, that the heat from the flames was enough to melt every bullet the operatives were firing into liquid.

Of course, in the face of such firepower, the operatives were most likely unaware that their bullets were melting into liquid metal and were just going to keep firing in hopes of striking their target until they ran out of ammo. Their focus would be entirely on the heat as they retreated.

All this suited Reina fine. If anything, it meant that it would make her job that much easier.

Channeling electricity into her legs, she leapt into the air behind Dabi and discharged a powerful blast of lightning towards the ground. When the smoke and fire cleared, of the group of around 20 operatives that had rushed to stop the duo, none were left standing.

"Are they dead?"

"Paralysed, unconscious, dead. I doubt any of them are in any condition to hinder us." Reina replied, falling into step behind Dabi as the two continued down the path towards the entrance of the blacksite. She hadn't seen much of the facility in the two months she had been imprisoned in it, and so she would have to rely on Dabi for navigation.

She still didn't fully trust him yet. After all, since when had Shigaraki ever willingly worked alongside anyone? He had only grudgingly accepted her as a member of the League after All for One had forced him into doing so, and he wouldn't do anything to arouse his master's displeasure. Even then, he had refused to work alongside her as much as possible. In fact, one of her theories as to how the authorities had found her in the first place was that Shigaraki had anonymously tipped them off in the first place. It had certainly been high up on the theories list.

And yet... if Dabi was telling the truth and had been sent by Shigaraki to break her out, maybe All for One's heir wasn't the one responsible for her incarceration. And when she had gone missing, he had believed that she was dead.

One thing was for sure: even if she couldn't trust Dabi, he was her only option at freedom. It would certainly be a lot less troublesome to kill her on the spot rather than bring her to another place under the guise of returning her to the League and then killing her.

She would also prefer tearing her own throat out with her own hands over rotting in this shithole where her captors held her life in her hands.

Reina followed Dabi into a room that looked a lot like a warehouse with all the cargo boxes and the heavily armored vehicles. This was definitely the entrance/exit of the blacksite. Of course, the most eye-catching thing about the place was the heavy door which had a gigantic hole in it which looked as though it had been cut into the door with a huge blowtorch, offering a glimpse of sunlight.

And, one couldn't forget the operatives zealously guarding the door.

"Intruder sighted!"

"Get them!"

Reina dove behind a shipping container, cursing as the bullets tore through the place just above her head, forcing her to duck. "Do we really have to get outside the place?" She shouted above both the sounds of gunfire and the alarm which hadn't stopped blaring.

Dabi muttered something into his wrist that Reina was unable to hear. After a brief pause, during which the man's jaw muscles seemed to tighten with every passing second, he eventually addressed her. "Kurogiri isn't going to be able to warp us out directly from here. We have to get outside."

"You've got Shigaraki on the line?" Reina inquired, rising to her feet as she summoned the lightning sword. "Tell him to get Kurogiri ready to warp us within the next minute or two."

"What? What the hell are you planning on—" Before Dabi could finish the sentence, Reina channeled her lightning into her legs and dashed off into the group of operatives who all collectively started firing on her. Too bad for them, Reina's speed was faster than all of theirs combined.

With the speed she had gained, she barreled full-force into the operatives. Just as she had expected, they all immediately scattered, their formation falling apart quickly. Reina slashed through the first man she saw and kicked another in the stomach, both of them yelling in pain as they dropped.

Reina cursed as she narrowly dodged a bullet that nearly hit her in the shoulder. She had to keep moving if she wanted to avoid getting hit at all, but the problem was that if she didn't stop moving, she would run out of energy.

Alright then. Looks like we'll have to put an end to this early.

Reina continued to engage in her dance with death as gunfire exploded above her head, the operatives shouting whenever they caught a glimpse of her and immediately firing as she danced around them. That was, unfortunately, the mistake they made. They could fire as much as they wanted, but the fact remained that they weren't im possession of unlimited ammo.

Eventually, the vast majority of them were forced to fall back and reload.

There.

Reina slammed her hands onto the hard concrete ground. "See you all in hell."

The result was a blinding explosion of violet light as she unleashed a mini-lightning storm in the radius around her. As the light died down after a few seconds, Reina stood in the center of a gruesome circle of bodies as the smell of charred flesh rose into the air, stinging her nostrils. Yep. That's it for me today. I'd rather not have my organs shutting down on me.

Her gaze fell to her orange prison jumpsuit, biting back a curse as she noticed that her lightning had burnt holes into the sleeves and the pants.

"Of all the—what the hell did you do?" Dabi appeared at her side, blue flames crackling in his hands. "You could have gotten yourself killed!"

"But, I didn't. On the contrary, I actually solved our little problem. Now, is Kurogiri here yet? We should probably get out of here soon before more reinforcements arrive. I'd rather not have to use my Quirk again." Reina was under no delusions that his concern was for her. After all, he probably wouldn't get paid or would get into trouble if she ended up dying on him.

Dabi looked livid, glaring at her as if he were considering incinerating her on the spot or continuing to argue with her. However, he knew she was right—reinforcements were on the way and any more delays would further complicate the mission.

After a moment, he exhaled a frustrated sigh and muttered something into the microphone at his wrist that she couldn't hear over the alarms that were somehow STILL screaming in her ears. Shortly afterwards, a familiar dark purple fog appeared through the hole cut into the big door that served as the entrance/exit of the facility.

Reina allowed a small smile to spread across her face. It had been a long time since she'd caught a glimpse of the outside world that hadn't been through barred windows. She hadn't realised just how much she had missed it.

Without waiting for Dabi, she headed over to the warp gate and stepped through it, the dark mauve mist swallowing up the sun-drenched surroundings and plunging her into darkness.

[A/N: i hc reina's sword to look like mistsplitter reforged, and yes I KNOW THIS CHAPTER SUCKED ASS BUT I SWEAR I TRIED OK, I GOT VERY SICK OF IT TOWARDS THE END LOL]

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Toby - Songbird

It’s been a while since I’ve written something darker, huh? Just been in a funk lately and wanted to get this out

Content Warnings: 16+ (GN reader as always), Yandere, Unhealthy relationships, Obsessive behavior, Kidnapping, Imprisonment, Punishment/Torture, Depictions of violence, Sadism, Grinding (but no sex, just a warning), Toby just gets really ‘excited’ over violence

Toby had always been so warm.

His smile projected vibrancy and love, his eyes shone brightly as if they were made up of crystals, and he always had a deep, comforting warmth to his presence. It was what had drawn you into him at first when you’d bumped into him that day at a park. He had drawn you in with his charm, and he’d been drawn in by your acceptance. He’d explained it had always been hard to make friends with his severely slow speech and occasional stutters, for his tics that would flow through his body, but you’d never cared. You hadn’t cared, but maybe you should have.

For someone so warm, it was horrifying how cold he could become.

You didn’t know when it had started, but at some point, Toby had started spending a lot more time with you. Accompanying you almost everywhere, or ‘bumping into you’ on accident in public spaces. You hadn’t thought much at the time, but perhaps it had been your first warning. It was how fast things had changed that was so jarring to you. One day, the two of you were eating ice cream and laughing at cheesy jokes. The next, you were chained up in his house with bruises along your body and fear blazing within you. For someone so warm, his eyes had looked absolutely frozen that day, peering down at you in anger.

“Hey… Please stop crying… Show- Show me… That smile I love… So much.” It had taken him even longer than normal to get the words out, his body trembling in anger at your disappointment, your fear, your protest.

“Toby, just let me go, please! Let me go home! I’ll give you whatever you want, just let me go! I won’t tell anyone!” You’d screamed in protest, sobs wracking your body as you struggled against the chains. Your loud voice had him shaking even more, tears running down his own face as he fell to the floor in front of you.

“Please… D-don’t scream… At me like that- y-you know how… How much it hurts me…” The enunciation placed upon 'hurts’, the raw emotion he had put into it had you feeling sick. As if you weren’t hurting right now, with injuries all over you, and chains much too tight digging into you.

Toby tended to run hot and cold, and that was something you’d learn fast.

There were two sides to him, two opposites. On one hand, he could be so absolutely tender with you. Running his hands softly through your hair and shushing you gently, smoothing his fingers over your injuries and caring for them, pressing tender kisses across your flesh. He could be so loving, so absolutely caring and tender. Perhaps that was why his other side was so terrifying, so absolutely horrendous to deal with. Because, when he wasn’t caring, he was-

“I-I’m doing… This for YOU! Why a-a-are you… Trying to stop me?!” He’d screamed at you as he dragged you across the ground. You flailed around, kicking your legs about and crying as you tried to escape his grasp.

“I just want to go home!!” You’d choked out, voice strained and breaking from how much you’d been yelling, how often you’d been crying.

“You are home!” He’d yelled back. He’d finally gotten you inside the house, throwing you in and locking the door behind him. He’d been on you in a second, pinning you down with his full weight.

“This… Hurts me more… Than it hurts you… But if I can’t… Trust you..” He’d heaved out, shifting himself to be sitting on your stomach as he grasped at your feet. It had been unfortunate in your case, the fact that he’d had so many tools laying about the kitchen at that time.

You hadn’t even realized what had happened until the pain registered in your mind. Your right ankle throbbed incessantly, and you’d thrown your head back with an earsplitting wail without even realizing it. He’d taken the sledgehammer again, and repositioned himself, swinging it down upon your left ankle this time. He’d rose off of you, letting you lay there to sob and scream as you curled in on yourself, clutching at your legs.

“How pitiful… Those cries are.” He’d said after a moment. The look he gave you had the breath you’d been choking on freeze in your throat. Such cruelty, such violence, such hatred- you’d never seen such a shiveringly cold gaze. “My… Poor little Songbird…” He’d cooed at you, arms crossed and a haughty huff leaving his chest.

When Toby wasn’t kind, he was inexplicably cruel. Really, it was usually up to you to flip the coin and find out which side you were going to get. Eventually, he’d moved you out of the basement, and into a newly renovated room in his little shack in the woods. It was small, with nothing more than a bed and a dresser, but that wasn’t what had caught your eyes. No, it was the metal. The golden metal curving around the walls, across the window, across the door to the room.

It was a gilded birdcage.

“A perfect little cage… For my perfect little Songbird…” He’d cooed to you excitedly, nuzzling into you, begging for affection and attention, so absolutely proud of himself and what he’d had done to the room. You wanted to vomit.

It was common for the two of you to spend most of your time in there. He’d curl up with you on the bed, trying to get all of your attention and rambling about anything and everything, and you just tried to not lose yourself to the insanity slowly settling into your mind.

“Hey… Kiss me…” It wasn’t a question, and so you’d pressed a kiss to his cheek, and his eyes screamed out at you to keep going, so you’d pressed small, chaste kisses across his face, ending with one on his lips. His eyes grew lidded as he leaned into you, pressing his lips to yours again and again and again.

You’d tried to pull back, and in hindsight that had been a bad decision, but at the moment you’d just felt too overwhelmed, felt a strong need for space, but with Toby space didn’t exist.

“Hey… Did I say… You could stop?” The darkness to his voice and the emptiness in his eyes did little to calm you, and you struggled to push out an answer, but he hadn’t given you the chance.

“I’m the one in charge… I tell you what you can and can’t do…” He’d maneuvered himself on top of you, pinning you to the mattress, licking his lips as a sickening giggle left his throat.

“Should I… Punish you?” Before you could grasp onto his words, he was already at work. His teeth had gnawed into the skin of your shoulder, piercing in firm and painful, allowing blood to flow out of the wound, and next was a spot on the nape of your neck before he’d pulled back.

You gazed up at him through the tears cascading down your face, chest heaving, and he’d pulled up one of your arms, pressing a soft kiss to the tender skin of your wrist and closing his eyes in peace. Then, he’d reopened his eyes, and just as they’d met yours, he’d bitten down, tearing open the skin of your arm. The look upon his face was much too sensual for the acts of violence he’d been committing, and as he licked at your wounds, you couldn’t help but wince and gasp at the sting.

“That’s right… Sing for me… My pretty little Songbird…” He’d leaned back down to your ear, and pressed a kiss to it, before whispering in a dangerously psychotic tone, “Remember, Songbird… You’re useless without me… My poor pet can’t… Take care of themselves… I take good care of you, so… Stop disobeying me.” Fear had overtaken your form, and you shuddered beneath him.

He’d giggled giddily as he pulled back and gazed down at you, blood smeared across his lips and teeth, an emotion so disgustingly sickening that you hated to call 'love’ shining within his eyes. He’d tenderly stroked his thumb across your lips, and you gazed up at him. Small. Docile. With the amount of blood you were already losing, any more punishments could be dangerous. Not dangerous enough to kill you, no, he’d never allow that. Just dangerous enough to greatly increase suffering.

“Your pain… Always gets me so… Hot inside…” He’d giggled again, pushing his hips against you, and he’d leaned down to capture your lips in another forceful kiss.

“Disobey me… Again,” he’d started between kisses, “And maybe… I’ll bite… Your lips off… Mmm, that would be… Good... Although, I guess I’d miss… Kissing you like this…” He slotted his hips against you again, and as you grasped at his hair in shock he’d whined against you, whispering words of encouragement through his giggles of excitement.

“Yes… Grab onto me… Yank at me… God, just touch me…” He’d moaned out as he continued to grind into you, lapping at the drying blood on your skin and whining like it was the best thing he’d ever experienced.

It was scary. How fast he could change between dominating you and begging you to dominate him. But, of course-

“Keep touching me… Or maybe I’ll take away… Your arms, too…” His face was flushed red, eyes dilating at the thought, and he’d groaned as you shivered against him in fear.

It was all just a game to him, a game of domination and control, a game you weren’t sure you’d ever win. After all, by the end of that night, you’d had five more bites pierced through your flesh, edging him on. After all, there was no more intoxicating combination in his opinion than the sound of your crying and pain being inflicted upon you, your blood shining so brightly across your skin.

You were helpless against him. He greatly overpowered you in strength, and with your legs damaged beyond repair and your body chained to the cage you were locked within, there was no way out. You were stuck here, as a plaything, a toy, a source for pain and torture. A way for him to seek companionship, to seek pleasure.

His precious little Songbird.

I HATE THE TWINKIFICATION OF MASKY AND HOODY I HATE IT I HATE IT

Toby's reaction/response to being told that he is a major comfort and that his tics dont make him any less lovable by a reader that isn't his s/o quite yet?

{Ty in advance, Toby is a huge comfort}

-Toasty anon 🌸

Ah, a nice budding romance with some sweet fluff. Love this stuff

Toby is a big bundle of insecurities about himself. Toby wants to be a kind, caring, loving presence for those around him amidst all of his struggles, and he especially wants to be that for you, the person starting to worm their way deeper into his heart, deeper than anyone else has been in a big, long while, and it's intimidating for him.

Toby often gets nervous that he comes on too strong with you, that he annoys you too much, and that you don't find him as welcoming as he wants to come across as. It starts to become obvious, his nervousness, and that's what prompts you to end up stepping in and telling him those sweet comments of yours. It happens when the two of you are laying side by side one day in his bed, just chilling on a cold fall day, and the words just come tumbling out of you. That you feel so comfortable around him, that he's such a warm, comforting, wholesome presence to you, that all of his tics, all those little things about himself that he hates, they never bothered you in the slightest bit, that you love being around him and spending time with him. 

Toby takes a while to process your words, to let them truly sink in, and then before he realizes it he's shaking, tears falling down his face, his face all scrunched up from it, and you're pulling him into your chest, wrapping him up in a big hug. He loves you, he's IN love with you, even if he doesn't realize it yet, but he will, and he will soon. That's why it means so much to him to hear you say that, to reassure his insecurities without him even having to mention them, and it just feels so good to be held like this by you, to be comforted by you amidst all of his emotions. You're everything he's needed and wanted, even if he isn't fully cognizant of that fact yet, but with your presence by his side, he'll realize it soon, and so will you. It'll be a wonderful, emotionally romantic day when that time comes, but for now, you're content to stay wrapped up in each other's presence like this.

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