Toby’s Eyes Blink Open Slowly As His Head Rolls Against Your Leg. It Was BEN’s Laughter That Had

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Yandere Proxies Headcanons (Poly cause these three working together with a darling is something I find funny-) SFW and NSFW if possible please?

Yandere Poly Proxies Headcanons

contents: general SFW and NSFW headcanons for yandere!poly!proxies (gn!darling)

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WARNINGS: YANDERE, OBSESSIVE AND POSSESSIVE BEHAVIOR, DEPICTIONS OF VIOLENCE AND DEATH, UNHEALTHY RELATIONSHIP DYNAMICS, READER INSERT.

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They all clash so bad you wonder how they haven't killed each other by now. Hoodie is very quiet, and also the most explosive. Once he stands up and cocks his rifle both Masky and Toby stop in their tracks. Masky is the moody one, he always has a complain for something and will make sure everybody knows it. And Toby is the childish one, makes sense since he's the youngest of them all, just being barely and adult by now. He's playful and laughs a lot, still, he can get unstable from to time to time.

Despite that, when they have to work as a team they suddenly become the best trio that has ever existed.

It's rather funny that the one brain cell they seem to share all that thinks about is you. The cabin they took you to is dirty, rustic and very very hidden away. You serve as a housewife, not by choice but because you have nothing else to do and refuse to live in a place so ugly. Also, they all suck at cooking. They have one individual dish they can make that they nail but aside that they can't cook for shit.

Hoodie acts uninterested, Masky is overbearing and Toby is jealous. But in the end they're all equally obsessed with you.

You sleep in between all of them. Toby hugs you and rests his head on your chest, his tics tend to wake you up but he doesn't really seem to mind. Brian is on your back and somehow is able to wrap his arms around you all, and Masky is on the front, spooning Toby and almost reaching Hoodie.

Its a comfortable life alas. You figure they don't abuse you because the other would go feral when it started. Specially Toby, who seems to be specially triggered by physical abuse, the one time Masky raised his voice at you he immediately jumped in front of him and pushed him, yelling at him to go away.

Toby is your protector, he's the one you go to whenever you feel unstable or scared. He is good at listening and always has a warm look in his eyes. Still, he wants to be protected to and you must reciprocate him if you don't want him to feel utilized by you. He loves to be pampered and spoken softly to.

Hoodie is the one you go to when you have a problem around the house. He's very skilled with his hands and almost always goes and solves it. Expects either a kiss or sex after. He isn't that bad, but he gets impatient and tends to explode when he's frustrated. You develop a sixth sense to know when to avoid him. Still, he's nice. His stories make you laugh, he's good at comforting you when you have panic attacks and he's warm all the time.

And Masky is Masky. You don't hate him, you just get nervous around him since he's a little unpredictable and manipulative. But his company is bearable, specially when it comes to food related activities. He loves to eat your food and will become sweeter and better with you after a good meal. He also likes to brings you flowers.

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Their personalities all become so similar when it comes to bed. They have their slight differences, but they are truly similar in their desires and needs.

Masky is the most experienced, even if he won't admit it he has a tendency to rape his victims whenever he finds himself desperate enough. Hoodie is the next most experienced and Toby is the least experienced since he's a virgin.

Masky is incredibly sadistic, he likes bruises and marks but he doesn't like blood. Your tears get him going most of the time. His body is on the chubbier side, he has a tummy and stretch marks on his back, arms and legs. He has a bush, a wild one that he trims every three or four months. He has a lot of body hair as well. His cock is average, sitting nicely at 16cm, still, he's girthy and his cock is FAT. It curves to the left, the tip is a cute pink and its uncut. His balls are saggy and hairy, also very heavy, you can feel them smack against the curve of your ass every time you fuck. His favorite positions are the one's where he's on top. Enjoys plowing into you while you're on all fours. Ass up, him pushing your head down with either his hand or his feet and smacking your cheeks with force. His cum tastes bitter since he smokes a lot and the smell is a little strong, but it's thick and gooey. His kinks include: sadism, bondage, tying you up, impact play, spit, face fucking and marking.

Hoodie also leans a lot to sadism. His smile is able to freeze you in place. Likes to be a gentle dom at first. He likes to build up the tension before attacking with force. His body is muscular, his abdomen is slightly defined and his arms and legs are very strong. He has a bush that he keeps trimmed, mostly because it tends to itch him when it gets too messy. His cock is average in girth but its lengthy, he has 18 proud cm that he knows how to use. His balls are heavy but not as saggy and aren't as hairy as Masky's. It curves upwards and the tip is a light brown that gets redder from time to time. Also he has a very firm ass. Both Masky and Toby like to smack it since he gets angry at it. His favorite positions are the ones in which his chest is against your back, likes the closeness. He's very likely to press one of his guns to your head while he fucks you, or to choke you. Likes how you tighten up in fear. Even if he has sadistic tendencies he's very into overstimulation and likes to leave you trembling. His cum also isn't the tastiest since he smokes and drinks, its very slimy and sticky, cums a normal amount and the smell isn't the most penetrating. His kinks include: sadism, bondage, gun play, impact play, predator-prey dynamics, overstimulation, dacryphilia and wound fucking.

Toby is a little bit more neutral, but what he has learned from both Hoodie and Masky has made him more sadistic, also porn hasn't been a good influence on him. He's a virgin and you can tell, but he's the most romantic of the bunch. His sadism is more on the psychological side since hurting you scares him, still, he likes to bite and leave hickeys. His body is lean, but his arms and legs are strong. Doesn't have a lot of body hair, and likes to keep his hair down there short since he finds it dirty? Like I said porn messes with his mind. His cock is average, 15-16 cm and its an average girth as well. His balls are cute tho, they are average sized and firm, very fat and heavy and whenever he lets his hair grow they get a little puffy look which amuses you. His cock is a cute cock, has a little vein that runs around all of it and the tip is a pinkish brown, it curves upwards as well. His favorite positions are the ones in which he can see your face and be close to you. He's very passionate and romantic, likes it nice and slow but sometimes he looses control and ends up being faster and rougher, leaving bruise marks on your hips. He's an eager learner and if you teach him how to please you he will make you cum a lot. His cum is tasty since he doesn't smoke or drink, his diet is healthy and makes it taste a little like butter. The smell is barely noticeable and he cums GALLONS, very gooey. His kinks incluide: just a little sado-masochism, marking, biting, passionate and romantic, overstimulation and a loooot of kissing and making out.

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Killer Brothers

Here my favorite duo! 

I will only say that I love to make this drawing, although later I did not know how to paint it xd

Au info: In my AU they don’t get along very well, despite being brothers. Since they always fight over stupid things or who is the best proxy.

Edit: OMG thanks so much for all the love in this draw!!! :,,D LOS AMOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

1920s Masky ref

I will never recover how @blackberry-jam made me realize Jay dies in Tim's jacket

In prison AU, I feel like darling would be an young cop in training and with not very much experience and that Darling just got out of college and just started the work. The reason why they hired Darling in an such dangerous prison (Probably the most dangerous prison as there's demons and ghosts and insane man) is because just like in the Mental Asylum AU, Darling is very good the job and pretty good at it.

Well those are my thoughts but I would like to hear yours words at the Darling in this AU, If you don't mind😊 .

Something Short (Prison AU Introduction)

Warning: Criminals, death row, rape and sexual assault mentioned, murder, violence, cannibalism, graphic descriptions of crimes, mental disorders, mental instability, sadism, apathy, sexual themes, robbery, drug use, sexual harassment, short tempers, big sentences I'm talking life, massacres and more. This AU is not for the faint of heart.

Yep! I didn't do all of them (I think I left out 2 people, but besides that they're all here.)

I feel like you would be having a paid internship at the maximum security prison due to you being the best cop at the college you're attending.

Here's what you need to know.

Jeffery Woods. A man in his early 30s, arrested for multiple accounts of serial Murder, Mutilation, Kidnapping, Torture, Stalking, Vandalism, Arson, Breaking and entering, Parricide, Drug use and rape. He has the reputation of assaulting, mocking, teasing and harassing guards. Jeff is often in solitary confinement, but that doesn't stop him from his usual actions. Has to be kept away from Jane Elizabeth Arkensaw due to them activity starting fights. He is deemed one of the deadliest prisoners. During your internship, he will be one of the prisoners you'll be interacting to help sharpen your skills. He will by far be one of if not the hardest to interrogate.

Tobias Erin Rogers. A man in his late 20s arrested for Serial murder, Torture, Vandalism, Arson, Stalking, Patricide, Breaking and Entering, Kidnapping, and suspected of multiple accounts of sexual assault but is yet to be confirmed. Currently sentenced to life in jail with possibility of parole after serving a minimum of 30 years. He suffers a handful of disorders and quite often causes trouble for both staff and other inmates. He struggled with controlling his emotions and his impulsive behavior which often leads to himself, inmates and staff to be harmed. Despite this, you will be interacting with him during your internship due to him being able to get a long with staff for a short period of time if he finds them "hot." Warnings, don't get too attached, don't believe most of the things he says, don't give or take anything from him, and don't let his suffering fool you. He has a history of using his suffering against others and actually led to him escaping when he was first sent here when he was 19, and they didn't capture him again until last year when he turned 27.

Liu Woods, also known as Homicidal Liu. A man in early to mid 20s, arrested for Serial murder, stalking, kidnapping, robbery, breaking and entering, assault, and vandalism. Currently serving a a sentence of 50 years but has a chance of parole once he serves 20. Liu is the little brother of Jeffery Woods, and after Jeffery almost murdered him, he developed an alter ego named Sully. Lui is is relatively quiet, observant, possessive and violent. But his violence gets worse when he's Sully. Lui normally doesn't harm guards or prisoners unless provocted, but he has attacked them with no apparent reason on multiple accounts. Liu is one of the prisoners you will be seeing often due to you working mostly in his section of the prison, where most of the pastas are such of Eyeless Jack and Toby. Warning when dealing with Liu, watch your words and actions, DO NOT touch anything of his unless it's a danger to him or others, and don't asked him too much about his past due to it being his biggest trigger in becoming Sully. If you're dealing Sully, be extremely careful, don't make sudden moves and don't anger him. Sully is extremely violent, sadistic but oddly childish. Sully is supposedly a seven year old according to both himself and Liu, so treat him as an extremely dangerous child.

Helen Otis, also labeled The Bloody Painter. A man between the ages for 25 to 35, arrested for Serial murder, kidnapping and breaking and entering. He culprit of both the 1994 school massacre and a murder case in 2003. He is sentenced to 45 years without parole. Helen is extremely apathetic, cold and selfish. Despite this however, he can be polite, a gentleman. All of his murders represent some form of art, using the blood of his victims to create beautiful work at every crime scene. Helen is two faced, meaning that his gentleman front is an act, nothing genuine. Helen doesn't fight staff or prisoners, only attacking if they were to attack him first. He's known to be polite to both staff and prisoners, even flirting with some of the staff members. You'll be using Helen's cases as a way to practice investing crimes scenes, and you'll be interacting with Helen occasionally in order to figure out the motives behind his murders. Warnings when interacting with Helen, don't fall for his manipulation, don't fall for his charm and never allow yourself or him to go off topic.

Eyeless Jack. A demon is what he is. Not a human, not a ghost, but a demon sent from hell. EJ's age is unknown, we don't how long he's been commiting his crimes or even how long he's been around. But, relying on appearance alone, he appears to be a 24 year old humanoid with no eyes. Ej is charged with serial murder, cannibalism, kidnapping, breaking and entering, and stalking. EJ's sentence is life in prison without parole and the judge is consider the death sentence. Ej doesn't talk much, always watching the other prisoners with hunger written on his face. He's often wearing a mask, but when he isn't you can see the Eyeless sockets and if he opens his mouth, the hundreds of tentacle like tongues he has. No staff member is allowed to be alone with EJ due to him in the past immediately murdering and eating the staff members' organs. EJ is known to be cruel, sadistic, highly intelligent and scarily patient, he's a predator. During your internship, you won't be interacting with EJ unless told, and even then you won't be allowed alone with him. But you can't shake off the feeling someone is following or watching you. Is that... Blood?

Laughing Jack. Another demon we holp in or facility. To be honest, we don't even know if he's a demon or an imaginary friend gone real, we really don't know. We don't know his age or how he manifested. Even if we rely on his appearance, we can't determine how old he might be. Jack is arrested for serial murder, torture, mutilation, kidnapping, and breaking and entering. Jack is extremely playful and childish, his main victims being families, but mostly their children, he claims he's a child's best friend, he's also evil, sadistic, cruel, and an overall mystery to us. He is sentenced to life in prison, but even then he has escaped multiple times. You won't be interacting with Jack at all during your internship, due to his case still being looked into and more and more charges are being found for him. But every day he finds you, talking to you, showing you tricks, being playful and entertaining, but you can't ignore the look in his eyes. You don't exactly know how to explain it, but whatever it, his plans for you are far from innocent fun.

Timothy Wright. A man in his early to mid 30s, arrested for serial Murder, Stalking, trespassing, kidnappings, rape, vandalism, breaking and entering, and arson. Sentenced to life in prison with possibility of parole after serving a minimum of 30 years. Tim is quite the unstable prisoner, often seen yelling and cursing and fighting people oen minute, and muttering, pulling at his hair, screaming and crying the next. Tim suffers from both schizophrenia and MPD, and due to us restricting his meds so he wouldn't abuse them causes him to be, uncontrollable. Tim has an alter ego named Masky. While Tim is more calm yet violent and moody and often in some form of distress, Masky is short-tempered, violent, sadistic, and an awful man. Whenever Tim is Masky he claims he doesn't even remember the stuff he did, but he describes it as him blacking out. Tim isn't out often so during your internship you'll mostly be interacting with Masky, not Tim. If your interacting with Tim, don't think for a second he's nicer or safer. Tim can be rude, mean, manipulative and violent, but with Masky it's at a whole different degree. When dealing with Timothy, don't fall for his manipulation, tricks, charms, nothing. In the past he's been known to have lighters, cigarettes, guns and other things just from having one conversation with a guard. If Tim starts become more and more unstable, leave and call a hard to take him back to his cell to calm down. You have to have Strong skin if you're gonna deal with Tim/Masky. He's ruthless, blunt, sadistic and will make you cry and breakdown, all for his amusement. He often fights with Tobias and yells at his 'friend' Brian, who often either ignores him and mocks him.

Brain Thomas. A man in his early to mid 30s, arrested for Stalking, serial Murder, Theft, Kidnapping, suspected of sexual assault but is yet to be confirmed, vandalism, hacking, blackmail, breaking and entering, arson and torture. Sentenced to life in prison with possibility of parole after serving a minimum of 30 years. Brian also has an alter ego by the name of Hoodie. Brian is often quiet, observant and keeps to himself most of time, mostly only interacting with Tim and a few others but tends to be by himself in his cell most of the time. He has a reputation of being a charmer and a flirt with the guards only to use them to get stuff such as phones and cameras. What he needs the camera's for, we don't know. Hoodie on the other hand rarely talks. And when he does it's slightly deeper than Brian's voice. Hoodie is way more hostile and alert than Brian, and unlike Tim, Brian remembers everything that he does while as Hoodie. When you interact with Brian, don't listen to words, don't fall for his charms, and more specifically, don't fall for his blackmail. It's not sure how, but Brian has dirt on everyone who works at the prison, and anyone who hasn't followed his orders became another victim to his blackmail. Brian, just like his co-workers Tobias and Tim, is very sadistic and cruel, and surprisingly apathetic. He admitted that everytime his victims would cry or tell him how bad of person he was, he'd only smile and laugh and told them that he didn't care. When dealing with Brian, don't talk too much, and don't talk too little. Brian is a gather, an interrogator, he knows how to get info by any means.

Benjamin Lawman, also known as Ben Drowned. A man in his between the ages of 18 and 23. Ben is a ghost, or more a vengeful spirit, but he's like a human, being able to touched and seen. Ben was charged with serial murder, kinda of a cult leader, drug use, kidnapping, hacking, vandalism, torture, stealing government files, tampering of evidence, and suspected of rape but is yet to be confirmed. He is also on death row but the judge is considering possibly taking him out if he's willing to help them with tech, but by how things are going so far Ben is stuck on death row. Ben is a sadistic, apathetic, oppressive, controlling, perverted, master manipulator who literally doesn't give a shit about anything. His mugshot was like those teenage dirtbag videos you see on TikTok. Ben is known for starting power outages, corrupting camera footage, sexually harassing staff and making the prisoners in the other half of the prison his bitch just by manipulating them. Ben doesn't see prison as prison, he sees it as a small little vacation, the only thing missing is the tech and drugs. You are forbidden from interacting with Ben due to him being a high level threat. Those who have to interact with him remove any and all tech, including walkies and watches. Ben is held in a special cell, with him cuffed and against the wall. When you walk into his room, his glitched out voice erupted into laughter and he has a deranged smile on his face. He's extremely close with Jeffery and EJ, all them being trialed together and sentenced together. When he heard about you from Jeffery, he paid you a little visit on the camera feed, even walking out of the computer and touching you. They thought moving the computers to a different building would stop him, nope! If you ever were to run into Ben, protocol is to do what he says and get out as soon as possible. Ben loves how hot you are, he mainly wants your ass. Ben wants you purely for his own pleasure, both sexually and physically, he wants to hurt and fuck you so bad, but until he gets the chance to work with you, he must wait.

Jonathan Blake, or popularly known as The Puppeteer. A ghost between the ages of 20 to 30. An evil spirit. Charged with serial murder, Stalking, Breaking and Entering, and Abuse. He's been sentenced to life in prison without possiblity of parole. The Puppeteer is a dangerous and hostile being, in the past having interns and staff who struggled with their mental states to kill themselves after interacting with him only once. Due to this, you'll be getting a mental evaluation to see if you're classified to interact with him during your internship here. The Puppeteer does tend to be quite an emotional rollercoaster, sometimes he randomly enters states of rage and confusion before shutting down. We don't know much about his past, any time we tried asking he'll either be confused or enter a state of rage. If you are classified to interact with him, here's what you need to know. We don't call him Jonathon, he doesn't respond to the name, it's possible he might've blocked out his memories, so we call The Puppeteer, since that's what he responds to. Don't let him get to your head. The Puppeteer is infamous for the mass suicides in the area. He's extremely manipulative and also a charmer, so it's important not to fall for his antics. We does have two confirmed accomplices, but we are yet to confirm who exactly they are, nor have we caught them. One day during your internship you were caught by, golden strings? That's when you saw him. He claims that you were too beautiful to kill, but you would be perfect as a puppet. His mindless, emotionless puppet. Be careful around him, very careful.

im tired of keeping it a secret

MY BOY!!!!!

can you simp for and kin someone at the same time? i say you can.

funny thing is i LOVED him back in middle school, now guess who has a tic disorder haha 🥲 fml

(also the @ is my Instagram bc it's supposed to be my art account)

this was inspired by a certain roblox game 🌚🌚🌚🌚 p.s theres a lot of action in this chapter teehee

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]