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It was hardly the first time Touya’s seen you playing with your friends, but it was the first time you seemed to notice his invading gaze.

From afar, Touya lurked behind a boulder, beside a white oak tree whose canopy has failed him today, of all days. The sun stung his eyes, but he kept them squinted at you despite the discomfort you began to display. Your body had turned, but your attention had not. Even the company of the tall brunette beside you was unable to calm you. 

He suspected you wanted to alert your friends of his presence. Unfortunately, Touya was uninterested in waiting for you to decide on whether to tell your companions or not. If you did the former, he was content with only the brief glimpse he received as opposed to a possible quarrel with the rest of those little nymphs. 

No. That would be a lie. 

Touya was not content with merely a glimpse. And he never has been. But the lies he told himself were necessary, to preserve some sense of rationality in his attempts to claim you. 

It wasn’t illogical. There weren’t many creatures who caught his attention the way you have. How simply you adorned yourself, how your hair flowed behind you as you walked, taking delicate steps in whatever direction you chose, reminding him of a ballerina. Wings that resembled those of an insect, catching the light and sparkling whenever you shifted your body. 

Really, the only change he’d make to your appearance was the addition of his name branded onto those empty wrists of yours. 

Touya trudged through the forest with a clear picture in his mind. A recurring fantasy he’s had for weeks.

It consisted of you in an opalescent white dress and veil shielding your visage. He’d lift it, and you’d blink up at him with your lashes and hide yourself in modesty. And then, he’d leave you with no modesty once your marriage was consummated. 

But how silly of him to think of marriage again, right? 

It took an hour of trekking around trees and river bends before he returned to the village. He snuck past the guards as he’s done plenty of times and went down familiar steps before he arrived at the inn. The town was awake and alive, especially now that spring was concluding. Beside the inn, he could see the tavern was overflowing with customers. Different kingdoms celebrated the solstice differently. Touya tended not to partake, as he thought it to be ironic. 

Regardless, it wasn’t dark enough to go without his hood, so he kept it over his eyes and made his way into his room. When the key wouldn’t budge, his lack of patience prompted him to burn the handle until the metal melted, nudging it open with his foot.

Sammy was sitting on the bed with a garter belt in her hand that did not belong to her. 

She held it up bitterly. But not in disbelief. 

“Have you no shame for yourself?” 

Touya snorted, rolling his eyes and undoing the knot to his cape, allowing it to slide down onto the floor. 

“Answer me.” Her disgusted tone emphasized.

Touya would roll his eyes again, but they were still strained from spending the day in the sun. watching you swim and laugh and play.

It’s been several months since he last saw her. She hasn’t aged a day, bright blonde hair tucked neatly in braids wrapped atop her head and away from her face. While her dress was entirely inappropriate for the weather. Furs and an impressively sized coat hid her thin figure.

Sammy tossed the garter and stood from the bed, pointing a sharp and long nail into his chest, “Is infidelity a condition that runs in your blood? Is this what your poor mother experienced?” Oh, and here came her attempts to provoke him. They’ve done this dance before, Touya would think she’d grow tired of it, “Enji was a fine king to his children, wouldn’t you agree?” Her sarcasm was unmistakable, reaching forward in attempts to touch his jaw. 

His reflexes graced him to promptly snatch her hand, glaring down at her with disinterest. 

Touya had a short temper, Sammy knew that well, and never failed to exploit it in order to have her way. Unfortunately for him, it tended to work. But unfortunately for her , Touya was particularly more violent than usual. He sensed it had to do with the season’s changing. 

He heated his palm, but Sammy hardly hesitated to coat his fingers in a layer of ice in retaliation as she pulled free. 

Sometimes Touya wondered if the only reason their marriage had even been arranged was due to their luck in receiving their bloodline's hereditary magic.

The scoff in her voice was followed by, “Your lack of focus sickens me Touya, and so does your sorcery.”  

Oh, now it sickens her? How convenient for Sammy. Her timing was always impeccable, and predictable. Touya could pretend to react, but he felt as though there was no purpose. She has come here to prove her point and release the anger she held towards him. Even if it felt entirely misplaced. If there was anyone she should be vengeful toward, it should be herself. 

With a grunt, Touya scratched along the scars irritating the back of his neck and sat on the edge of the mattress. His frustration with Sammy was driving him mad, rubbing his face and fixing her with a bored expression. 

Sammy sighed then joined him on the bed, a non-hostile hand coming to clasp his shoulder. Touya faced her and ignored the way her nails dug into his skin. “I didn’t come here to berate you.”

Touya held back a laugh. He prompted her to continue with a raised brow.

When she let out another breath, he had to hold his tongue when she began the speech he practically had memorized by now, “What do you want, Touya? An heir? We can’t have children, darling. And if your father still holds that silly banishment over your head…”  

Touya ceased paying any attention after she had begun negotiating. He didn’t want children from her of all people. Being betrothed to her had been cute in the beginning, when she was a virgin and still a princess. After her father passed, she was granted a coronation day and a crown. And with it, the confidence to spread her legs for any man who stroked her ego.

She rambled on for hours and he earned a tongue lashing for every instance she presumed his mind was straying elsewhere than their conversation. Her conversation. She was talking to herself, mostly. 

To her credit, his mind was indeed in another universe. Rather, he was imagining what it would be like to have you seated upon his lap with his hand up your dress. Preferably, you’d be praising him for making you feel so good. And when he was done, you’d thank him with your lips wrapped around his cock. 

At some point, Touya had dismissed one of Sammy’s comments about her ‘love’ for him. What did she expect? This display was turning pathetic. 

“I’m done with you.” She belted in frustration, standing up with ire upon her features. 

“And yet here you are.” Touya deadpanned, “In my bed.”

The theatrics practically began from scratch, “No, Touya. This is not your bed. Your bed is at home, where I should have found you. But instead I’ve spent the better part of the last year searching for you - ”

Then she began losing her composure. It was a routine, at this point. Predictable, and annoying.

Touya wasted the rest of his already lacking energy in consoling her until she went to bed. Nothing about this was uncharacteristic. Sammy enjoyed having control, and when she sensed Touya was incapable of being caged, she punished him for it. 

To confess, it bored him. Their marriage contract had been broken years ago. He didn’t know how long she’s been searching for him but now that she’s caught him, he needs to end their relationship permanently. 

It wasn’t out of self-interest either. Sammy was perhaps the only woman he respected in his youth. She wasn’t much of a wife, and surely she knew sex wasn’t enough to keep his interest. Especially seeing as she gave it away so freely.

When she finally exhausted herself into sleep, Touya tucked her under the covers and left the room. 

The innkeeper acknowledged him as he made his way down the steps toward the door. Before he put his hand on the knob, the young woman broke her silence, “Lover’s quarrel?” 

The edge of Touya’s lip curled up into a smirk, reaching into his coat pocket before he approached the desk. The woman’s short black hair was still damp, but neat, some strands falling near her eyes. Her smile was calm, and Touya enjoyed the way she giggled as he set the garter down onto her recording keeping book. 

“Something like that.” He finally answered, and she giggled again, tucking the leather away into a drawer. 

She waved to him as he left and Touya thought it to be amusing how often people prided themselves in their faith in divinity, or their ability to shut out darkness. It was nearing midnight, and he wouldn’t be surprised if this town revealed its true colors as well.

Touya found the tavern from before and made nice with the bartender so as to earn himself average service. The beer tasted bitter which made it easier for him to swallow down several drinks until his brain began to fog. When he tipped the man an extra few coin and left, his feet seemed to steer him into a direction he would have hoped to save for another day. But perhaps he shouldn’t be so unnerved by Sammy. She was up to her old tricks, and he knew that she’d give up when the time came. 

So no, he wouldn’t deny himself luxuries just because she was unhappy with the result of her own poor choices.

He found you alone this time. And undressed. 

Though he could hardly see, the crescent of the moon was able to shed a faint light over the back of your shoulders as you bent over to collect water into your hand and rub it over your arm. He was unaware that fairies needed to bathe, but your silhouette captured his curiosity, so he remained hidden.

When you went to retrieve your clothes, Touya bit his tongue to keep from snickering, feeling the texture of your dress between his fingers. 

The confusion that crossed your face was revitalizing, as was your panic as you began to realize the error of your ways. You hugged your chest in fear and let your wet hair drip all over your naked body as you roamed around the flat grass in search of your clothing.

Touya was no longer satisfied with watching from afar at that moment, his appetite growing at the sight of you terrified. Blame it on the liquor, but Touya didn’t want to leave you as a figure of his imagination anymore. 

His boot snapped a twig as he stepped out from his hiding spot, causing you to snap your neck to face him. 

At first, you shrieked, a reaction he was numb to now. You backed away as he approached, albeit slowly, and voiced, “Please…” Your voice began, “...don’t hurt me. Don’t come any closer.” You begged, which Touya found amusing given he had made no effort to do so. 

Your widened eyes were fixed to his, and you had begun to shake. 

Touya shook his head, holding up the soft dress for you to see as he responded, “Now, that’s quite rude. I simply wished to return these to you. Are they not yours?” He rasped, watching aptly as the color drained from your face. 

There was hesitation in your voice as you paused, assessing the situation quietly, “They are.” You stuttered meekly, glancing at the dress dangling from his finger. 

So Touya gestured for you to come take them, and while it was clear that you did not trust him, you had no choice. When you walked forward, Touya’s eyes darted down to your sex and your thighs. Your body was damp and shimmering, much smaller than his own which was to be expected of someone not born of human blood. When you were at last in arms reach, Touya could smell just how sweet you were. 

Your arms were still glued to your chest, covering your breasts but not by much. The two of you met each other's gaze in that moment, your behavior guarded and unsure. So he prompted you by holding out the fabric until you extended your arm, to which he moved it higher and out of your reach, pulling a frustrated whine from you as you quickly covered yourself.

“I don’t have anything to give you, please, I just want my dress.” You begged, and Touya’s heart grew a little heavier, shaking his head once more. You hadn’t even bothered to negotiate. 

“That’s not true.” 

Your brows furrowed, “What do you mean?” 

“A little nymph, with nothing to offer? I find that hard to believe.” Touya began to argue. 

Oh, how Touya was enjoying this sickening interaction, more than he cared to admit. But you fed into him so easily, it was difficult not to take advantage. 

When you failed to respond, Touya spared you and continued on to say, “I’ll return your pathetic excuse of a dress in return for a show.” 

No words left your tongue for a generous amount of time. Eventually, your tentative nature persisted, “What kind of a show?”

Touya was tempted to roll his eyes, settling for an honest answer instead. To be blunt would be his only saving grace tonight, “The kind where I’d sit and enjoy, and you’d struggle to keep quiet from pleasure.” 

The look of surprise you displayed was all worth the wait, backing away from him promptly and looking around in a state of panic, “No! That’s - undignified! A-and perverted - !” You shook your head hard and peered at him with a look of disgust.

“Perverted.” Touya echoed quietly. Yes, it was perverted. He enjoyed all things that were.

“I won’t partake nor will I ask again. Give me my dress, and I’ll be on my way.” You confidently ordered, and your audacity sparked him into a slight aggression. 

So Touya repeated, voice gritty, “It’s the price you’ll pay if you want it back .” 

Again, he could tell from your demeanor alone that you were perturbed, glancing around frantically.  

“Your friends are not here to save you, sweetheart.” The smile he gave you was twisted and full of lust, “Answer me.” He demanded, stepping closer.

His cock twitched when you swallowed nervously and finally stuttered back a reluctant, “Fine.” 

Touya doubted he’d coerced you into that decision when you were so earnestly trying to keep your composure. If he didn’t know any better, he’d say your displays of fear were more so that of embarrassment, a facade meant to protect your modesty. 

Guilt never crossed his mind as he stared at you plainly, watching you huff in anger and practically stomp over to a tree. When you sat down on the grass, Touya stood several feet away from you and took his own seat as if to comfort you. Perhaps if he wasn’t staring down at you with apt judgment, it would be easier for you to shed your shyness and entertain him like he craved. 

You sat with your legs tucked beneath you, arms still protecting your nipples. Then you shrugged, “What should I do?” You asked quietly, bashfully even.

Touya bluntly replied, “Touch yourself.”

You looked away and Touya reminded you of your reward by waving the dress and then setting it down in his lap. 

It was unlikely you’d have his interest for long if you continued to stall. Luckily, you seemed to make up your mind before it was too late, slowly but surely peeling your hand away from your chest.

He’s seen your breasts before, but never this intimately. The view was hidden just as quickly however as you used a single arm to tuck away your pretty nipples. 

“It’s embarrassing.” You pleaded, a last attempt.

Touya hummed, smiling at you with wearing patience.

You accepted defeat when he failed to give you any response and finally dipped your hand down to your stomach, running your fingers toward the skin on your thigh. You rubbed the flesh there as if to warm it up. 

“Your cunt , doll.” He demanded in frustration, reflecting his lack of amusement through his voice.

He sensed you wanted to argue. To his surprise, you let out another huff and allowed your nails to scrape along the folds between your thighs. It was faint, but he could hear you suppress a small noise at the brief contact. 

Before he could deliver another order, he watched as you let the tips of your fingers rub up and down through the lips of your pussy, slow and gentle strokes, barely putting any pressure at all. In favor of comfort, you scooted back and let your spine hit the trunk of the tree, moving your legs instead so they were spread and your feet were flat on the ground. 

It provided Touya with a much more appealing view than before, letting out a breath he hadn’t realized he had been holding at just the sight of the glisten coating your pearl. The fact that you were already leaking from arousal was a wonder, but Touya knew it would be unwise to begin teasing you just yet. He’d wait for an appropriate time, and a part of him was sure it wouldn’t take long at all.

For several minutes, you stroked up and down your outer folds, massaging your entrance, refusing to look in his direction with shut eyes. He wondered if you were imagining something naughty in order to arouse yourself enough to be able to partake in his request. 

You put a little more force into your motions as time passed, circling your clit and spreading your legs just a tad wider to make room for your hand. Touya was hard beneath his trousers, which was anything but a surprise. What was a surprise was how you had tilted your head back against the tree and let out another faint breath, your arm squeezed even tighter around your chest.

Touya tested you by standing up, wiping the dirt from his pants which caused you to abruptly halt, glancing up at him.

He walked closer, and you moved your head as far back as possible until he was standing right in front of you, squatting down, “I didn’t tell you to stop.” He reminded you, and if Touya knew any better, he’d say that caused you to squirm. 

You shook your head, “You’re sitting too close.” 

Touya stood up again and crossed his arms, your dress tucked in the pocket of his pants, “And?”

Rather than huff and puff and argue the way you had been doing so far, Touya was calmed by you resuming, slower than before, but nonetheless. 

“You call this a show?” Touya mocked, causing you to bristle and avert your gaze. 

He wondered if you’d stick to your resolve or not this time, but when you let go of your chest with your other arm, allowing your breasts to fall to their rightful place on display for him, Touya grew an inkling. An inkling that you were not nearly as innocent as you may have pretended to be.

“Spread them wider.” He grumbled, and this time, there was a significant lack of hesitation as you obliged him. He could see everything much more clearly, and it was erotic the way you teased yourself. 

A few times, Touya caught you staring at him as he stared down at your ‘show.’ The sentiment was flattering, and more so than that, Touya had no problems in exploiting it. 

“Is this how you reach your climax, fairy? How pathetic.” He scoffed, and the whine you let out as you rubbed yourself with more vigor sent a shiver down his spine.

“Not pathetic.” You argued, and Touya tilted his head at you. Your free hand grabbed a tuft of grass from the ground as if to steady yourself, tickling your entrance with the tip of your index finger.

Touya grit out an impatient, “ Don’t make me wait all day. ”

A sharp whimper escaped your throat as you inched the digit into your cavern, spreading your legs even wider. Your flexibility was a delightful revelation in that moment, licking his teeth as you cupped a single breast with one hand while you fingered yourself open with the other. 

“That’s it. All the way inside.” Touya instructed softly, and while you were appealingly struggling at first, you managed to wiggle the rest of your finger into your sex. A moment to adjust was a given, but you didn’t pause for too long, your breathing becoming a little heavier as you withdrew the finger before forcing it back into your cunt.

The rhythm you began was slow but firm, and he liked the way you’d pause every so often to rub your clit with the heel of your thumb, bringing soft coos to the tip of your tongue. 

A quiet moan echoed into the empty woods. Touya couldn’t to peel his vision from you. He’s imagined all sorts of things with you. For example, his favorite tended to be your pert ass sheathing itself onto his length from the top, bouncing on his lap. He was tempted to make it a reality, but he was enjoying watching rather than participating for once. 

You added a digit to join the first finger and with it, you began to act with haste, deliberately stretching your hole. He could hear the squelching as a thick fluid leaked from you and onto the dirt beneath you. 

Was this what you were like when you were aroused with no prying eyes on you? Touya concluded that it wasn’t possible. He suspected you were enjoying this more than you cared to vocalize. 

He’d have fun breaking your innocence.

As the trees waved in the wind and the sound of crickets grew louder to drag into the night, you ease yourself into a fast rhythm. By your appearance, pink cheeks and parted lips, he suspected you’d be finished at any moment. 

He refused to let the night end so easily for you.

Touya grabbed your wrist to cease your actions, and the whine you let out was shameless, trying to pull free. But Touya didn’t want to let you cum by your own terms, letting go of your hand. 

Then, he stood and watched as you attempted to touch yourself again, looking up in surprise when he pushed your hand away with the tip of his boot. Obediently, you retracted your hands and opted to stare up at him for guidance. Touya smirked as he brought his boot down to rub the shiny tip over your clit, causing you to yelp. Though you moved your body away at first, Touya planted his foot down between your legs, just a hair away from your glistening cunt. 

Again, your resistance persisted, but not for long, angling your hips before rocking forward to allow yourself to rub over the leather. 

Touya hadn’t even needed to yell. You were catching on quick, weren’t you? 

What a debauched sight , he thought to himself. The texture likely shocked you as you temporarily stopped and controlled your breaths, peering up at him as if for encouragement. So that’s exactly what he provided, taking your chin. 

It was the first time he’s touched you, but he certainly hoped it wouldn't be the last. He rubbed your skin with his thumb then purred, “Don’t you want your reward?”

You nodded dumbly, pupils dilated as you allowed yourself to grind over his shoe. Then you did it again, and again , rocking your hips and letting your weight rest on him. At some point, you attempted to move your head away which displeased him. So he snatched you by the chin and forced you to look up, seething out, “Better not look away again.”

Pliantly, you moaned, moving faster on his boot and nodding your head to show you’d listen. It was in that instant that he let go and was satisfied with how you remained blinking up at him. 

To let you be at ease, Touya really only touched your neck and at times your hair, playing with strands in his fingers as he allowed you to orgasm. As you shook from your climax, you let out a pitched whine and rested your head on his knee. When he glanced down, some of your slick began to drip off his boot and if he was any more depraved, he might have requested you to clean it up. 

After several minutes of Touya petting your hair and you evening out your labored breaths, he helped you stand. Despite this, you still lost your balance and stumbled, but Touya steadied you promptly by pinning you to the tree with his fingers clasped onto your waist.

“Watch your step.” He teased. You hid a laugh and feigned a scowl, hitting him on the shoulder.

There was barely any force to it.

“Give me my dress.”

Touya hummed and leaned forward to get another whiff of your hair, caging you against the bark which caught you off guard.

He could hear you suck in a breath, that sweet lilt to your voice vibrating against his ear as you begged further, “You got your show, now please. I just want - ”

Touya laughed and wrapped his fingers around your neck, squeezing, “ Shh .” 

Self-indulgently, Touya caught your bottom lip with his teeth, craving the sensation of your lips on his. He wanted more, obviously, but for now, he’d oblige his inner cravings by kissing you. Eventually, you stopped resisting and draped your arms over his shoulders, making you tip-toe in order to reach his tall stature. 

When you two parted, Touya’s eyes were half lidded, wondering how on earth he was going to be able to go back to his room at the inn without fucking you right now. His thoughts were soon distracted by you suddenly reaching a finger onto his lip, parting them open so you could reach inside to pet his tongue and the piece of metal lodged into it.

“Does this not hurt?” You asked curiously, and Touya extended it wider before retracting, “Not at all.”

“You have them everywhere…” You mused, referring to the ones you were eyeing on his nose and then ears. 

He didn’t have anything to say, so he kept his mouth shut. That was, up until you reached for the stitching that kept his jaw hinged to his face, snatching your wrist. 

Before he stepped away, Touya fished out the dress in his pocket and pressed it to your chest. Blinking in surprise, you attempted to follow him but Touya put a quick halt to that by saying, “I’ll be back tomorrow to give you your actual reward.” 

Touya knew he didn’t imagine the grin that stretched upon your lips before he left. 

When Touya returned to the inn, the dawn light that peeked through the window revealed an empty bed and a scrolled up piece of paper rolled and held together with what Touya recognized to be Sammy’s golden ring. 

The one he’d gifted her at their wedding.

Dear Touya, 

Today I have realized it is I who has wasted their time. Our marriage was founded upon lies, and I will no longer chase after a man who is selfish and deals with the devil. 

Sincerely,

Sammy Levitsky 

Touya set the ring aside and promptly lit the edge of the paper on fire, allowing it to burn so he could toss it into a liquor glass for it to turn to ash. 

Thinking of Sammy didn’t amuse him like it once did, so he settled on doing just as she described in her letter. Moving on was in their both interests, though he’d argue he’s done so ages ago.

As the heat hovering on his skin became stronger, Touya settled on stripping, climbing into the sheets with sleep heavy upon his eyelids.

Dozing off was relatively easy now that he was sober again, waking up with the memory of what must have been a pleasant dream. Why else would his cock be stiff and straining his trousers so early in the morning? 

The details were blurry but he remembered the gist. It involved you, wearing that pretty dress of yours and sitting on your knees between his legs. You were telling him a story with your head resting on his knee, letting him play with the texture of your hair. The content of the story escaped his mind, but he recalled you didn’t recoil when he touched your wings, unafraid of the heat that came from his fingertips. 

Touya sat up and felt that sweat had formed on his forehead enough to dampen the hair that shielded his eyes. Wiping it away, Touya exhaled, a puff of smoke joined his breath out into the air.

Swallowing dryly and painfully, Touya realized he had a fever. His body was cold, despite how hard he tried to reverse the frigid temperature growing on his bones. 

The sore throat was what irritated him the most, laying back into the soft covers and tearing up as he hacked up a violent cough. 

He felt awful but he was too weak to properly lift his head or else risk worsening the tension wrapped around his head. All his scars were in pain but it was difficult to open his eyes, let alone tend to the sore tissue. So, unintentionally, he fell back into a deep sleep.

This time, Touya didn't dream of you wrapped in his arms, nor did he dream of those delicate little wings of yours. Soot covered memories of his youth clouded his visions, mostly images of mutilation and feelings of agony. 

When he woke up, Touya was unsure what day it was. His fever persisted, but when his stomach rumbled, he realized he couldn’t hold himself inside his room all day. Attempting to bathe was difficult, but he managed, frowning as one of the scars crossing his legs had bled out into the water. 

Touya needed a medic or at the very least a healer, but with this sudden illness, he wasn’t sure he was capable of self-defense if his identity was breached. 

So instead he collected the ash from Sammy’s now destroyed letter into a small glass vial, plugging it with a cork and stuffing it into his leather satchel. To join, he gathered two of his spell books and secured the bag with its metal buckle before leaving the room with his hood over his head. 

The innkeeper had her cheek pressed to the table, quiet snores filling the hall as he walked past her. The bell jingled when he opened the door but she only stirred, so he took his initiative to leave and head into town.

He was able to purchase fresh bread from the baker and a cut of raw fish, which Touya forced himself to eat on his way to the forest. It was already dark by the time he arrived near the perimeter of the woods, convincing himself that he’s lost more time than he had anticipated. 

He wouldn’t be surprised if he’s been asleep for longer than a day, but he’d ask for a calendar later. If he continued to suffer, Touya wouldn’t even last until the next morning. 

Touya wasn’t able to make it very far into the vast land of thick foliage. Rather, he found a small lake near a running river and grimaced as the pain in his thigh began to worsen, making it impossible to stand. He situated himself against a few large boulders and waited for the sun to completely set, pulling the book onto his lap to search for an appropriate enchantment. 

When he landed on a viable option, he took the glass of ash from his satchel and then ripped open his pants to reveal the bleeding scar. The stitching had come apart, revealing the inner layer of flesh and blood that smelled awful but didn’t deter Touya from sprinkling the ash onto the wound. He read aloud, his heart racing until fire emitted from the ash, gluing the skin shut. It was a temporary fix, but already the pain had subsided so Touya accepted it as a short victory. 

He wasn’t as delirious as before, but he feared his fever had only worsened, burning his skin even hotter. Any further, and Touya risked the possibility of setting himself on fire. It was unwise, he wasn’t sure what to do. 

The pain intensified at some point and he was sure the irritation alone must have caused him to lose consciousness. Touya hadn’t realized he had fallen asleep until he woke up, his neck sore from having been propped against the rock. His eyes blinked at a figure staring down at him, his vision blurry. A familiar smell filled his nose, drowning out the scent of his own burning flesh. 

“ - so are you awake?” Touya perked up to a female voice, blinking the fog from his eyes and realizing it was you . 

Something wet and cold was pressed to his forehead, but his attention was grabbed by how close you were sitting, a concerned expression on your face.

He hadn’t anticipated seeing you, although he vaguely remembered promising to do so yesterday. Well, perhaps it was several days ago. He couldn’t really account for the time he’s lost to sleep.

Touya called out to you, and that concerned expression morphed into a frown, “I don’t remember ever telling you my name.” You stated wearily, his ears no longer muffled.

The laugh that escaped Touya’s lips hardly lasted, soon interrupted by a coughing fit that left his tongue alongside puffs of dark smoke.

You tilted away and waved off the plumes. He was intrigued that you weren’t deterred by his magical nature. But he should have known that a sweet woman like you was corrupt in her own ways. Ways that he wanted to unfold, his eyes drooping down to see you had worn a different colored dress tonight. The color suited your features well, but he would have to give credit to the cut of the fabric, falling just short of your thighs. 

Again, something wet and polarizingly cold shocked him from his thoughts, letting out a gasp when you pressed a cloth onto his head. The nurturing gesture was pleasant though, and convinced him not to set you ablaze in favor of enduring your attempts at tending to him.

Touya noticed you staring down at his leg however, and at first, he dismissed it. When a sudden strike of pain shot up from the wound, he looked to see that the scar had reopened, and was worse than before. He was leaking blood at an alarming rate. Perhaps it was what he deserved for aiming to seal it so lazily. 

“Since you know mine, what’s your name?” You attempted to distract him, clasping your hand over the scar.

This time the pain was agonizing , and he was quick to snatch your wrist, making a sound of discomfort, “ Dabi .” He lied, his jaw tight as he resisted the urge to push you away. If he was capable of it, he probably would have cried, controlling himself as best he could.

The last thing he wanted was to injure you as you served him with medical attention.

Sensing his erratic behavior, you tilted his head to face yours and gave you a comforting smile, “ Dabi , okay. Um, you remember me, don’t you?” You questioned, and Touya groaned.

“‘Course I do.” He grunted out, wondering why on earth you were grabbing his thigh with such vigor. If it was to stop the bleeding, Touya could count a number of ways more effective then the one you had chosen, but talking had begun to hurt as his vocal cords began to sting from resisting the urge to scream.. 

If he didn’t cool down soon, the damage he did to his body would become irreversible. And he’s worked so hard at self-control, only to lose all that progress now because of a fucking fever.

“Shh, I’ll take care of you.” Your voice came out soothing and clear. You even inclined him to shut his eyes, which he did so reluctantly. Touya could feel the blood that had dripped down from the corner of his lip where he had coughed earlier, wondering when his misery would end.

Strangely enough, Touya noticed his discomfort was waning. Slowly, yes, but where it used to feel as though a dagger was wedged in his leg, a dull ache now replaced such sensations, fluttering his eyes open only to see yours blinking up at him. 

“So blue…” Your eyes locked instantly with his, and you sounded as if you had been talking to yourself, but Touya paid you no mind. Instead, opting to move your hand away. In its spot, to his surprise, was not stitching but rather a blended mix of his burnt flesh and his unmarred skin. It only extended to the edge of his thigh, the stitching there unchanged, but seeing as she managed to shut the wound, Touya had no complaints. 

His shoulders sagged in relief knowing that you managed to heal him through methods he didn’t understand but frankly, had no interest in understanding either. You had fixed him all up. What a sweet thing you were. 

“Are you able to walk?” You broke the silence, still kneeling beside him with care and attentiveness.

Touya let out a breath and reached behind him to gather his balance on the rough surface from the rock, resting his weight on it as he stood. 

“How did you find me?” 

The giggle that came from you was peculiar, “Well, you promised to come see me again! But then when you didn’t show up yesterday - ”

Yesterday. Ah, fuck.

“ - I reasoned you must have gotten lost, so I went looking for you.”

Did you even realize you had insulted him so casually? Touya wondered if you were teasing him on purpose. While it was endearing to some extent, Touya didn’t want to read into it much. You probably just liked living out a sexual fantasy, maybe craving more of what he had. Touya should have just fucked you against that tree.

Putting weight on his leg didn’t pose as much of a challenge as he anticipated, stretching it out and ignoring how you had a hand touching his arm, as if that would keep him from falling. 

“Dabi.”

He hummed, focusing on lifting his satchel over his shoulder in order to head back home. All he really wanted right now was to sleep this off. 

Your voice came out shyer this time, “You’re sick. I have some medicine in my home, and well…” Your eyes gleamed up at him, as if for approval.

When he didn’t respond, you averted your gaze and continued, “And well it’s not terribly far from here.”

Touya’s focus switched from how your lips moved as you speak to the tendency for your petite wings to begin drooping behind you. They revealed how timid you were around him now that he was conscious, and now that you’ve managed to catch him off his guard and he still had the upper hand. Was it so easy to pull the meekness within you? He had to admit, he enjoyed how you seemed to be wrapped around his finger, wiping the blood from his bottom lip, “Lead the way.”

You lit up at his consent, a joy to your footing as you practically hopped over the rocks that led across the river. When you gestured for him to follow, Touya took in a generous inhale before following your eager steps. There was a newfound confidence in your demeanor, and Touya was suddenly very motivated to break that. 

He was becoming interested in the prospect of making you cry, or perhaps scream. Both.

His delusional thinking was heightened from whatever illness he’s fallen prey to, and he was incapable of keeping his twisted thoughts at bay. Rather, he encouraged them, slowly but surely making his way to join you on the other end of the river. 

Your enthusiasm was charming, so Touya remained silent as you walked along, checking on him every so often with a peek over your shoulder. For every instance he coughed, you’d pause and ask him if he was alright. It grew irritating by the third time, but in favor of keeping your favor, he didn’t speak, giving only a hum or grunt. 

Touya was tempted to complain when the journey began to stretch longer than anticipated, however, before he had the chance to, you stopped in your tracks and gestured up. 

“Home sweet home.” You gleefully announced, and Touya lifted his eyes, roused by what appeared to be a home built atop a strong rooted tree. A ladder spiraled down around its large trunk until it met the floor, a small cobblestone path leading out toward a vast pond surrounded by flora. A river could be seen in the near distance, along with a chicken pen and garden. Your home was covered in vines and other vegetation, expertly built to retain structure and safety, from what he could gather by first glances. 

The sun shone brightly, reflecting off the stained glass windows to create elegantly colorful patterns against the wooden walls. Wind chimes and crystals hung around the overhang, but Touya wasn’t able to stare longer as you had him tugged along toward the stairs. There was no railing, which was unfortunate because Touya’s balance was impaired for the time being. He’d make do - was what he told himself - but you had other ideas in mind. 

Touya could feel the breeze from your wings as your feet lifted from the ground, taking his hand as if to lead him up as you flew. He allowed it, waiting until you reached the top before releasing him. It wasn’t particularly far off the ground. Touya would likely live if he were to fall from this height, but not without breaking a limb or two. 

Opening the door, you invited him inside with a sweet grin on your face, so Touya entered and was alarmed by the temperature inside. Warm. 

Candles were lit along the shelves and stacked books cluttering one side of the room. On the other, your bed, a large mattress was tucked in the corner, covered in quilts and woven blankets. An array of lanterns hung from the ceiling, along with flowers that dangled from their roots. Half of your wall bore a mirror, and for the first time in days, Touya was able to see his reflection. 

He frowned at his appearance, dirtier than he would have liked. Paler and thinner than he was a month prior. 

While he was busy loathing his image, you had gotten to work, reaching into cabinets and gathering a mixture of different herbs and spices. Your kitchen was connected to a balcony, where you put a kettle on the stove and struggled with a match, unable to light it. 

Touya approached and lit it for you, “Thank you, Dabi.” You mumbled, and Touya's heart fluttered.

“Good girl knows her manners.” He teased, removing his satchel and coat to hang on a hook by the entryway. 

“I’m just being polite.” You retorted back quietly, giving a half shrug while you retrieved a cup, “Sugar?”

Touya raised his brows and shut his eyes to indicate ‘no’, seating himself on a chair beside your kitchen and eyeing up your petite frame while he was at it. A fairy, or a nymph? Touya wondered if it was possible for you to be both. You certainly had the charm of a fairy, yet your argumentative side would suggest nymph. Or perhaps neither. Maybe you were just a perverted young woman who took strange men into your home as a hobby.

Your posture shifted as Touya kept his eyes trained on you. But why wear a dress like that if not to be admired? The fabric of your clothing was next to transparent, he could see everything beneath, though the details were concealed. 

He still remembered the details.

“My pod wouldn’t be pleased to know I am seeing you right now.” 

Touya tipped his head back, crossing his arms over his chest, “Then I suppose you’ll have to keep me a secret. Would that be difficult, or should I make things simpler for you?” 

You furrowed your brows, “Simple how?”

Touya smiled sadistically, “I’ve always wanted a pet.” He confessed.

The pink that dusted your cheeks was comical, snickering when you turned your head defiantly and tended to the whistling kettle. As you poured the boiling water into the cup, Touya could smell the scent of the tea wafting from the concoction. He didn’t usually enjoy tea, but you had gone to the trouble of making it for him, and how cruel would he be to deny your attention?

As you handed him the cup, Touya watched you lean and admired your bust peeking out from your dress. He wanted to rip it off you.

“Drink it slowly - ” 

You began to warn, but Touya couldn’t be bothered to wait, taking it down as if it were a shot of liquor.

“ Dabi ! That’s really hot - !” You chastised in alarm and grabbed the cup from him in concern.

Touya swallowed thickly then stood curtly, snatching your chin so he could grit out, “I can breathe fire, sweetheart.” You dropped the cup on the floor leaving it to shatter as he began shoving you backwards, in the direction of your bed, “Slow down - ” 

“Hush.” Touya warned, bringing a finger to your lips.

Wide eyes, you stared up at him in terror, hands grasped tightly on his arms as if you’d be able to challenge his strength. He took either wrist and used a push to send you falling back into the bedsheets, your wings catching some of your weight as to help you sit up on your elbows. 

Touya wedged his knee between your legs and forced them to spread. In that moment, your soft pleading voice caught his ear, “What are you going to do to me?” 

Touya could hardly think, let alone decide how he wished to take you. You weren’t pulling away, so Touya assumed that to be his invitation and reached down to remove your panties only to find none.

“What I should have done the other day.” He answered, his palm gliding up from your stomach to your chest, wrapping his fist around your neck. 

Briefly, he witnessed your body tense. You became stiff as he treated you with aggression, but when he slackened his hold, the color on your pretty face returned, letting out a breath of relief. Did you really believe he’d hurt you? Touya didn’t like to kill women, though some women tended to make that part of his resolve very weak. 

Nonetheless, the type of pain he wished to inflict upon you would be wrapped with pleasure, and he doubted you’d have any complaints about that.

Besides, didn’t you realize how delightful you appeared to him now? Sprawled out, your cunt sparkling at him, inviting him to fill you up. It was biology , didn’t you realize?  

Slowly, Touya let his hand travel up to grab your cheeks, causing your lips to pucker. You didn’t fight him, nor did you attempt to pull free, simply furrowing your brows in confusion. He tilted your head to either side to examine then moved on to drag his fingers to your chest. Even through the fabric, Touya could feel the heat radiating from your skin. He merely grazed his fingertips over your nipples until they hardened, flicking one and catching a soft gasp escape your lips.

Sensitive? Touya would enjoy learning that new detail, entertained by how you bit your lip to hold back any other sounds.

His trousers were beginning to feel too tight now that you were right where he wanted you. As he massaged your thighs, Touya reached to begin undoing the straps keeping his shirt secured on his body. 

Once he stripped it off, he was left nude from the waist up, leaning over you so his necklaces dangled over your head. 

Curiosity and a hint of fear glowed from your pupils, “The talisman around your neck…”

Touya smiled thickly but soon grew aggravated by your continuous movements, Touya sought out alternative methods to keep you still, one including the hanging rope dangling from your bedpost, inclining him to reach and unravel it. 

“What’s that for?” You mumbled, partially aware by the hesitance in your voice. Touya sat on your legs to prevent you from trying to kick him away and grabbed your hands, bringing them together in the front of your body and wrapped them tight before knotting it.

Before another annoying comment, Touya flipped you over swiftly, causing you to yelp and squirm.

“Wait - !”

Touya grabbed the back of your neck and forced your face down to the mattress, growling into your ear, “You don’t know how to shut up, do you?” 

The whine you made was something he couldn’t quite ignore though, looking down to see you were squirming your arms and legs in attempts to turn around. 

Your wings flapped up as well, but Touya had no issues putting his finger along the edge, dragging them downward close to your spine, “Don’t tempt me.” He taunted, and the genuine fear in your eye this time made him laugh, seeing you reluctantly compact your wings lower and away from his face. 

“ Can you be gentle, please? ” You requested softly, stretching your arms out in front of you to hang over the other edge of the bed. Touya had to bite back another laugh. Why would he? He enjoyed causing you discomfort and toying with you however he saw fit. 

With you on display for him, Touya pushed it further by jutting your hips up, letting your ass extend into the air. He wondered if he should gag you or simply withstand your complaints for the sake of hearing other prettier sounds. 

Admiring you in that position, Touya stood so he could begin shucking off the rest of his clothing. How you had managed to heal his leg was still a mystery to him, though asking you to do that to the rest of his body didn’t interest him either. And knowing you weren’t repulsed by his patchwork body was a burst of solace he hadn’t expected from you.

Creatures like you tended to stick to their own kind. Touya was human - for the most part - and the women that he chose to bed tended to care less about his face and more so how he performed sexually. Which was above average. Touya would argue he was the only man worth fucking. 

But women never knew what they wanted. Did they want cheap sex or romance? 

With you bent over for him, Touya suspected you preferred the former.

It wasn’t difficult to bring himself to full arousal when you were displayed so neatly before him. Casually stroking himself, Touya watched you begin to squirm again, glancing back at him, “What are you waiting for?” You complained.

Touya clicked his tongue and scowled as he barked, “Do I have to gag you?”

You kicked your legs childishly then wiggled your rear, “ No .” You mumbled.

He exhaled harshly and did as he pleased by bringing himself to full length, approaching you quietly and kneeling on the bed. You let out a soft breath as he pressed his tip to your puckered entrance. Reaching up, Touya took your hair from the tips and wrapped them around his wrist to act as a leash while he began to push in.

The sound you let out was erotic.

A short little gasp, followed by a whine, and then a really loud whimper.

“ Ahh - ” You sighed out. 

Touya felt generous today. So he offered a moment of tranquility to you by being slow and tender with you as he entered. You were incredibly tight, tighter than he’s ever had. 

For a moment, Touya suspected that you may be a virgin. When he heard a quiet sob halfway in, he knew it to be true.

Yes, you were indeed crying. They were soft tears, but there was a twist of pain overshadowing your features. 

He didn’t say anything, and neither did you. So he waited. And counted each breath you took before you finally gave a nod, inviting him to continue. 

Touya shoved the rest of himself into your cavern which earned him a rather piercing scream, a wet sensation dripping from your conjoined bodies. 

“ Shhh .” Touya chastised, petting your hair briefly before he forced your body to arch off the bed, your back now pressed to his chest.

“ Dabi - “ You choked out.

He withdrew slowly as he continued to chastise you, “No sweetheart, no talking. Pets don’t talk.” 

Your bottom lip quivered, but your body was truthful, sucking him in despite him pulling out. Thrusting inwards again, Touya let out a groan of pleasure, realizing how sultry your pussy behaved, squelching as he snapped his hips forward and leaking down onto the bed sheets as if to beg for more. 

Touya gave you what you desired, releasing your hair to let you fall back into the mattress. With your head lowered, Touya had an advantage, grabbing either one of your hips so as to pummel in and out of you. 

You cried with each and every thrust, leaking out moans when he hit a spongy texture deep inside you. You must have liked being touched by him, and you must have liked that he was the only man that could do so and make it feel so good.

After that instance, Touya’s self-control began to shed. Fucking you became carnal. He delivered a brutal pace, one that caused you to clutch at the sheets in front of you and whine if he dared to slow down for a moment.

Truly, you took it so well. It astonished him. He suspected he was able to bring you to orgasm twice. The first, he had been pulsing rather deep within you, firmly holding you down by the nape of your neck while he fucked you with shallow but hard thrusts. There was a moment you clenched around him so deliciously, your body went slack afterward and your pants for breath had given it away. The second orgasm was right before he had reached his own, a sharp whine filling his ear right as he began to spill ropes of cum into your heated cunt. 

How arousing. 

Neither of you conversed following his evident release. Both of you simply panted for breath, Touya in particular pulling away from you so as to not burn you with the steam that had begun to roll off his body.

Though it was too late, Touya finally noticed the blood stains on the bed. If it was your first time, then it couldn’t be helped, but it was a sweet notion to know he was still capable of attracting women younger than him. 

The extended silence didn’t bother him, however, it appeared to bother you, struggling to sit up again with your hands still bound, your wings stretching behind you as if to show him before falling again. Your face was glowing, but more so than that, your lips were holding back a smile.

Then, you extended your arms to him, batting your lashes at him sweetly.

Touya undid the sloppy knot and tossed it aside. He had intended to go grab his clothing but found himself tugged back onto the bed, your feet wrapping around his torso. You were facing him, smiling and giggling. 

Touya provided you with a deadpan expression, but you ignored him and pressed a kiss to his lips. There was hardly any time for him to react, you pulling away smoothly as soon as he processed your actions.

He uttered your name and watched as you removed the rest of the dress, nude and limping as you made your way across the room.

While you did that, he focused on pulling his trousers back on, buttoning them and about to do the same with his top only for a tug on his arm to pull from his actions.

“Yes?”

You held out a bloomed flower, trimmed to leave a short stem with soft white petals. It was clean, and nearly perfect, making him glance at you suspiciously.

“It’s a white lily. I thought you’d like it.” You grinned. Touya didn’t have the heart to reject it, taking it and twisting it as he examined it before bringing it to his nose to smell.

You smelled much more attractive, in his opinion. He tucked the flower into his pocket and lifted your head, scratching your chin gently.

“Were such a good girl for me.” Touya praised.

“Really?” You asked as if in disbelief.

He nodded, watching your eyes light up. Touya didn’t hand out compliments generously, but your desire to have his approval was an unexpected point of interest to him. 

Finally satisfying you with some praise, you were no longer reluctant to part ways with him. You smelled an awful lot like him now, and the possessive attitude he suddenly had from that pushed him into giving you a kiss goodbye. You noted that you wouldn’t have let him leave without one.

Collecting his things, Touya left your home, his mind much clearer than it had been several hours ago.

It was about halfway through the woods when he realized his fever was gone.

Chapter Text

Touya hadn’t been interested in the town for its social circle nor its notorious reputation with battle during the war before he had been born. 

When he was younger, he remembered a story his father spoke about towns like this, with lively mornings and even livelier nights. Men and women were animals, at the end of the day. They take from what's around them, and if they could, they’d do so without returning the favor. Greed ran in their blood, but it was a matter of survival. Enji reminded him that they were above survival, they didn’t need to scavenge for food. They needed power, which was why they had been given so. When a simple town had no reigning power, it turned to chaos. Perhaps it looked neat, from the outside, but within, corruption grew. 

His mother was awfully fond of this village. It took lots of eavesdropping for him to realize his mother had given birth to him here, thirty-two years ago. 

A few nights ago, the very lovely innkeeper had been kind enough to reveal the presence of a very well hidden crypt beneath the town’s church. Touya knew it resided somewhere within the town, but purely from rumor. With his tongue between her legs, she had twisted her fingers into his hair as she made some passing comment of his resemblance to the man who had died and been buried beneath it several years ago. It pulled a smirk from him. 

After some more persuasion, she wrapped her legs around his neck as she warned him of the priest who lived there. Protective of the land, but welcoming to guests. Though, not too welcoming.

The woman was uninterested in pillow talk after the matter, dressing herself and leaving with a wink.

It was the following night and Touya was able to gather directions to the church with little effort.

Touya stood before the chapel tonight, unimpressed by its architecture. He was surprised by how the property remained further away from the rest of the town, but not entirely. Knocking was unnecessary, so Touya invited himself inside, the creeks of the chapel stairs shrieking with his every step. Inside was an empty room, rows of seats vacant, collecting dust. 

Another detail Touya seemed to recall in that moment was the innkeeper whispering, “This town has abandoned god.”

And well, he knew that to be true for separate reasons. No one was concerned with the kingdom rules or policies. They lived on their own, but not unhappily. It was perhaps why Enji has failed to step foot upon their land in over a decade. It disgraced him. 

“You disgrace me .” His father’s deep voice clouded his mind briefly. 

Touya scowled and walked down the clear path, lit candles gleaming near the altar which Touya put out with a small gesture. Enveloped in darkness, Touya’s eyes danced around the dark room. 

“May I help you with something?” A voice suddenly echoed behind him, causing Touya to turn.

The priest was tall and had a youthful face, handsome despite how painfully dreary he looked. The bags under his eyes indicated lack of sleep, while his long robe concealed the shape of his body. 

As soon as Touya faced him, the man’s eyes widened, opening his mouth to presumably yell but Touya was quicker. Wielding a blade, Touya slit the man’s throat, preventing him from letting out even a breath. The blood that leaked out of his neck dripped slower than how fast he had fallen to the ground, prayer beads slipping from his hand to clatter on the floor. 

Touya squatted down to retrieve the item, bringing it to eye level to study. As promised, a key dangled from the collection of polished beads. The craftsmanship was impeccable, emitting a familiar sharpness. 

His footsteps were loud as he paced over toward a small door near the confessional box. The door had a chain around its handle for an extra layer of security. Touya would attempt to melt the hinges though he was certain it was spelled to prevent it from being open through means other than its key. 

It unlocked with ease to reveal what appeared to be a long set of stairs into a black abyss. Touya wasn’t one to stall, descending using his palm to light his pathway down into the crypt. 

When he arrived, the hidden crypt turned out to be a rather small chamber with nothing but a tomb arranged in the center, covered in a thick layer of dust. The walls and floors were covered in spiders, webs hanging from the corners of the room. On the top of the tomb, a name was etched into the stone whom Touya recognized all too well. It was all the confirmation he needed before he went to light the torches on each of the three walls. 

Proceeding, Touya crouched near the tomb and began to remove the upper layer, huffing as he realized it was heavy. 

Using his legs, he resumed, and as he began to slide the stone cover, the creaking of the vault door abruptly pulled him from his motions. 

He thought he imagined it at first, but no, it was indeed your voice that rang behind him, “Dabi - what…” Touya turned to see you were running down the steps, a frantic look flashing on your face.

“I came to see you, but listen, Dabi! There is a man upstairs. I was so scared something happened to you.” You rushed over and enveloped him with a hug, your wings drawn beautifully behind you in a display of defense. His hands remained by his side, even as you continued to speak with your head buried in his chest, “I believe he’s...” A choked sob left your lips, the lack of color on your face indicating your fear as you lifted your face to look up at him.

“Dead?” He finished.

“Someone - god, his throat , we should tell someone. A murder !” You began to ramble.

Touya snorted, wondering how long it would take to click. Or were you just a pretty face? He kind of liked them a little dumb. 

The two of you stared at each other in silence after that, your panting for breath indicating you must have either rushed here or were truly alarmed by what you witnessed upstairs. If he had known you would follow him, Touya would have saved his plans for another day.

So he grit his jaw and brushed you off, causing you to step back with a slight cross of confusion mirroring your face. Touya walked up the steps, which at first motivated you to follow. 

As soon as he reached to grab the door handle to pull it shut, your body paused its step to join him at the top.

He could hear you swallow, breath steadying as your shoulders tensed. 

“...Dabi? I don’t understand. Did you hear what I said? There is a priest, upstairs, murdered. ” 

Looks like it hadn’t clicked yet after all, seeing as you continued upward. More cautiously, but nonetheless, adamant. Touya rolled his eyes, gripping your wrist before it touched the door handle again and flashed his eyes at you, “I heard you, doll.” 

Panic cast over your face anew. You didn’t belong down here. It was preventable too, yet you’d been so attached to him, he should have suspected some level of codependency from you. 

It appeared as though you’ve realized your fate, which he was happy for. 

You struggled once. Touya quickly put an end to that by warming his palm and constricting his grip.

To your credit, you didn’t know of the atrocities he committed. His alias protected him in some ways, but the purpose was more so to buy him time. People began to catch on now that his reputation was tarnished. Of his own doing, of course, but nonetheless, he couldn’t afford to alarm every man and woman he spoke with. 

Now, he was positive you were going to throw a fit. He wasn’t looking forward to disciplining you. In the same light, he wanted to take advantage of the situation. You were a delicate thing. And how delicious would it be if he broke you just a little more tonight.

“Are you going to hurt me?” You asked, horror laced in your tone.

Touya licked his lip then stated plainly, “No.” 

It was the truth. He wouldn’t hurt you…beyond repair.

Clearly, it must have taken several moments for reality to settle on you only attempting to free yourself from his grip as he dragged you down the stairs. What you didn’t understand was that Touya needed to work. This was no game, as much as that would have been preferred. 

You were interrupting the business he needed to conduct, but you were not nearly as disposable as he would have liked. Thus, when your squirming got too irritating, he slapped a hand across your face to knock you off your balance, sending you to the floor in tears. 

He produced a thin set of rope from his bag and snatched you before you had the chance to run, dragging you to the wall against your will.

“Let me go !” You began to kick, screaming at the top of your lungs, likely in hopes of being saved. No one would hear you from down here, let alone come to your aid when this church has been abandoned for what was likely years ago. The priest was perhaps its sole visitor, reluctantly so. 

He ignored you as you continued to flail, letting you sit definitely on the floor while he worked on wrapping your wrists tightly. Once he had them firmly knotted, he weaved the end of the rope through a closed circular hook above your head so your arms were raised, leaving you mostly immobilized.

Your face was now red from crying, eyes puffed from yelling and straining.

“What are you planning to do, Dabi? Why are you doing this?” Even though you were weeping now, Touya didn’t think you were necessarily afraid of him as much as you were confused. But he didn’t see a purpose in informing you of any of his plans. You were never meant to be more than a pretty face.  

He ensured the security of the rope by giving it a quick tug, leaving you to situate yourself however you pleased now that you wouldn’t be getting in the way. 

Touya continued to move the stone slab off the tomb, able to do so halfway before he heard your little whimper, a breath full of tears softly uttering, “I’m scared.” 

Touya didn’t anticipate you’d be able to calm down without some form of intervention, and he wasn’t keen on doing that at the moment when he had more pressing matters.

The moon would begin to set soon, and with it, his window of opportunity would pass. Touya didn’t want to wait until thirty days for a full moon. 

But he relented, going over to squat in front of you, taking your chin. You tried to pull free but Touya squeezed and heated his fingertips as a warning, “I can’t have you leaving and talking. ” He rationalized, and you frowned, sniffing. 

Touya wiped a tear from your cheek with his thumb, “And if you interrupt me again, I’ll have to find a way to sedate you, which you won’t like, do you agree? ” Touya reprimanded you, and while he suspected you weren’t completely receptive to his threats, you nodded. He couldn’t tell if it was disgust on your face, but he didn’t think it necessary 

“Say it.” He demanded

You swallowed and stuttered out, “I agree.”

“Good.” 

He was still holding your cheeks, leaning close enough to smell you, close enough to hear every single breath you took and every moment your wings twitched behind you and brushed against the wall.

Then he caught your eyes darting down. To his lips. 

Maybe Touya was wrong about you. Maybe you were a little sicker than he thought. Provoking you would be too easy, but it was clear you wanted something from him, moving your arms and shaking the rope above you.

Touya liked that you couldn’t move, that you were trapped by his hands and his alone. Perhaps he should be flattered by your following him around like a pup. 

Your eyes bounced back down to his lips and Touya pulled you close to kiss you. While he wasn’t surprised, you did put up a bit of a fight, turning your head away and scowling at him. So you wanted to be repulsed by him? Is that why you were spreading your fucking legs?

He didn’t let go of you but did ease his grip, keeping his knuckle beneath your jaw so you couldn’t move too far from him. Now that you had offered it so appealingly, he desired more from you.

You did turn back, letting out a breath to which Touya wiped another tear track from beneath your lashes and kissed you more feverishly. It didn’t take you terribly long to return it, your movements shaky as he dipped a hand down to clutch your waist to scoot you closer. 

You made a pained sound, indicating he perhaps stretched your arms too far. Yet you didn’t cease kissing him. So Touya deepened it, using his teeth to bite until you parted your lips for him. 

There was a corpse right behind him and a dead body only a stairwell away, but that must not have been entirely important to you after all. Time passed slowly as he swallowed each and every one of your kisses, letting himself peek occasionally to see you were leaning into him. Or, trying your best to, that is. 

Pulling a soft moan from you, Touya was seduced into tracing his fingers down toward your legs where he cupped your thigh and moved your legs apart. 

As soon as his hand approached your sex, you pulled away and wrinkled your nose.

Touya scoffed, jaw tight, “What, you don’t want it, doll?”

No answer. An indigent huff made your silent pondering not so silent. Whatever game you were playing, Touya hoped you understood he was not morally prideful enough to resist his selfish wishes. If he truly wanted you against your will, he would have had you. The notion was not possible either way. You were sitting before him like the temptress that you were, crying for who? A priest who you’ve never met? A corpse that has been beneath the earth for years? 

You were a pretty face, but a horrible liar. 

“That’s fucking rich.” He laughed dryly, retracting his hand. 

Rather, he spent time letting his ringed fingers trail near your stomach then up toward your tits. “Do you enjoy being a brat?” He degraded freely.

“ No !” You resisted, and Touya punished you by striking you across the cheek again. 

Your head fell to the side, hair curtaining the cut he left to open on your cheek where crimson began bubbling to the surface. Touya hadn’t wanted to soil your visage, but you were clearly in need of a lesson.

Another set of quiet sobs filled the room, your disobedience testing his patience.

“I’ll give you one more chance.” Touya taunted, brushing the hair away from your eyes. He smudged the scar on your cheek causing you to wince, “But I want to hear you admit to what you want this time.” Touya grit slowly. Humiliating you was too pleasant of an offer to reject. Waiting another thirty days for a full moon no longer irritated him as much now that something more appealing was knelt before him. 

Your voice wavered, but it eventually came out to mumble, “It’s embarrassing.”

Touya backhanded you, causing you to gasp, eyes welling with tears all over. 

“I wasn’t asking.” Touya chided, sliding a finger to touch the very center of your entrance. You yelped, recoiling back until your skull hit the wall. Your wings were caged against the stone surface, and Touya wondered how hard you’d cry and for how long if he were to burn them down to your spine.

He doubted you’d forgive him, but it was merely a fantasy. Touya wasn’t interested in those little wings of yours beyond being another pretty trinket to his collection. 

With a swallow, he saw a flicker of mischief cross your eyes before lifting them up to meet his. Your voice came out jagged but sincere, almost desperate as you admit, “I want you inside of me.”

His finger dipped within you at such a confession, tilting his head and smiling so wide, his cheeks began to ache from stretching at the scar tissue. “Inside where?” He coaxed, laughing maniacally, “ Here ?” He pulsed his finger into your puckered cavern.

He felt delirious around you, now more so than before. You nodded and bit your lip as he inched his index as far as it would go, slipping in a second with some resistance which pulled a whimper out of you. “ Hurts .”

“It’s okay,” Touya brought his lips near your neck to kiss smoothly, “You can take it.”

That enticing face you made as he began to stretch his digits against your walls was sweet enough to bottle. And Touya had a habit of playing with things until they were broken, but he didn’t really want to break you as much as he simply wanted to push you to your limits.  

With the urgency in which you moved your hips closer, Touya sensed you wanted something more than he had offered. He withdrew his fingers and stood, your eyes never leaving him as he stripped off his coat and bag, tossing them to the side. He unbuttoned his trousers and witnessed you shift your body to spread your knees, ready to accommodate him.

Touya fished his cock from his trousers and realized his ego was growing inflated by how you’d stare at it in awe. He wondered if you’ve ever seen another man’s cock besides his own. It gave him pride to know he was your first and more so than that, you’re one and only. 

He hadn’t really given you the chance to look the last time he mounted you. Your face was almost as attractive as your cunt to him, so he enjoyed his view of tears and blood staining your face.

“Kiss it.” He ordered, stroking the base firmly and angling the tip to your lips. All that repulsion must have slipped away, huh? All it took was his cock to be put on display to you.

You hesitated but Touya didn’t think it would be obligatory to tempt you into submission. All he did was tilt his head down at you, making you lean forward. You placed a soft kiss over the tip of his erection, tongue extending to lap beneath the head. The lewd display was one he’s been dreaming to have come to life since the moment he saw you all those weeks ago. 

Tonguing along the underside, Touya groaned and stuck his hand in your hair, cradling your skull in approval. Your wet lashes fluttered, spit dribbling from the corner of your lips as you took him a little deeper into your mouth. The velvety texture of your tongue wrapped around him was a luxury he couldn’t believe he’s denied himself until now. 

You were skilled with your mouth, which was a talent he wouldn’t take for granted.

Teasing you wouldn’t do him any good, however. So despite you bobbing your head, keen on taking him down your throat, Touya didn’t let you. He pulled away and gave your cheek a patronizing pat, leaning over to plant a kiss on your lips after you had winced. 

Afterwards, Touya overlooked prepping your body for him and merely pushed your legs even further than they were already spread. You let out a gasp as he filled your wet pussy, relentless as he propped you up to ride him while he took his seat on the floor. You attempted to free your hands again but your efforts were in vain, Touya had been the one to restrain you after all. The position was hardly the most comfortable, but Touya was happy to plant his hands to either side of your waist and fuck you to his liking. 

And you took it relatively well. 

There were tears streaming down your cheeks, but you continued to coo his name so he avoided bringing any attention to it less you stop. 

With each thrust, Touya leered at your breasts bouncing beneath your tight dress. He wondered why you bothered wearing any clothes at all around him when taking them off had become a habit for you both. Either way, he ripped down the center to expose your tits to the air, watching them freely move. One hand went up to knead the soft fat, his lips attaching to a spot on your neck where he knew you were sensitive.

A sharp cry echoed inside the room as he nipped you, leaving teeth marks. 

Another hard bounce caused you to jostle and nearly fall backward, but Touya quickly caught you and planted you firmly down his length.

“Like it?” His grin was sadistic, lidded eyes tracing your parted lips currently begging for a proper breath. 

When all you gave was a nod, Touya slapped you, mindful of your new scar. 

“I asked a question.” He prompted, a rough edge to his voice.

You whimpered through tears, “ I like it.”

Touya’s face softened, caressing your reddening skin, “See? Wasn’t so hard.” 

Dumbly, you bobbed your head to show you agreed, but Touya had other ideas in mind, such as stealing another hungry kiss from those lips of yours. They were so inviting and sweet. He couldn’t believe that he had you all to yourself, but that knowledge struck a possessive urge in him to keep you locked down here.

Just a fleeting thought, truly. Touya didn’t have the patience nor the desire to be responsible for clothing, feeding and bathing you if he kept you prisoner. He liked that you took care of yourself and came to him at the end of the night like some cat in fucking heat. 

Touya nipped at your bottom lip when you defiantly refused to part your mouth, causing you to whine. Kissing was sometimes more intimate than sex, if you asked him. But women tended to like it, and judging by your sudden haste with moving your hips up and down, he sensed you were not an outlier. 

With vigor, Touya kept a brutal pace, making you look down at your conjoined bodies as he struck his cock harder and harder against your cervix. 

You begged him to orgasm as he fisted a hand into your hair and pulled you into yet another kiss, and because he was oh so generous, he nudged you to indicate a ‘yes.’ Your cunt wrapped tight around his girth as you whimpered and whined through your climax, him following right after. 

Disconnecting from you took longer than he should have allowed. But the warmth of your pretty little pussy was difficult to withdraw from, eventually pulling free and setting you down so your ass was on the floor.

He coughed into his arm and barely realized that some smoke had escaped as well, panting for breath as he watched your chest rise and fall. 

You looked perfect . 

Wings wilted, bruises from his lips all over your neck and a small mark on your cheek from where he had slapped you. What you found romantic in him, Touya couldn’t quite comprehend. You peered at him with tender loving eyes, thus you couldn’t claim yourself to be a victim. Touya would argue he’s been your prey. If you were any other woman, he may have killed you simply for interfering tonight.

Touya opened his mouth to speak only to find your body had suddenly gone limp, your muscles loosening so your head fell forward to rest on his shoulder. Two fingers on your neck told him you still had a pulse, reaching to undo the rope. 

Laying you down, he ensured your legs were propped upward to regain blood to your brain.

Perhaps it wasn’t shocking you’d lost consciousness. You were fragile in your own right, to have stumbled upon him doing activities that he preferred to keep to himself, it was no wonder you’ve exhausted your mind.

Touya didn’t have any more time to waste though. He resumed his previous actions. 

Underneath the tomb, Touya was relieved to find the remains of a body, its corpse rancid yet unalarming. Visions from the past swelled into his memory. Yes, his father was right to be terrified of this man to the point of conducting his execution.

Touya remembered his mother berating Enji that day, “ He’s too young. I won’t allow it.”

Yes, perhaps Touya was too young to watch a live execution. Who would have predicted he’d be standing right above his skeleton, a spell recited quietly from his tongue as he offered the sacrifice he made upstairs. 

It wasn’t an easy spell either. Touya had practiced it for months and planned this day for years. The level of concentration he needed to produce the spell into fruition was highly advanced as well. It was why he’s been so careful, avoiding any unwanted attention by minding his business and infiltrating the village. Yes, so, so careful.

Up until he met you.

His confidence began to slip at his fifth repetition of the incantation. The effects were meant to be immediate. But nonetheless, the corpse remained stagnant, bones laying there mocking him.  Touya frowned as his throat grew sore, coming to the realization that he’s missed his opportunity.

He had been too busy fucking you, as if he were some dog, and now he was doomed to wait. 

“Fuck.” This was getting repetitive. 

What did that say about him, if he was unable to control himself around your presence? That merely having your company in his vicinity filled him with an urge to bed and taste you for himself. It was territorial, but not unlike him. His mother had always predicted he’d grow up to want what he shouldn’t have. 

Touya’s mood turned sour, recapping the tomb and hauling your body over his shoulder to exit the chapel. Outside, Touya put a hand to the wall and released a gust of flames, waiting for the wooden planks to catch on fire before he made his escape. 

Indeed, the moon had set hours ago, it was already hours past morning. Toying with you had taken up too much of his time. It wasn’t conductive. Yet Touya couldn’t get rid of you, nor did he want to. He wanted to have you in ways that were not even possible. In ways that were depraved, and sinister. 

Taking you into town would be unwise. Your wings alone would put a target on his back. Bringing a creature like you to their home would summon the village chief to place another banishment over his name. His alias could only protect him for so long. The glares and leers that painted him as he walked among their people were evident enough that a change in his name would not be enough to protect him either.

Touya resorted to taking you to your home. He suspected that early into the journey, you must have been woken up, letting out a groan yet not speaking as he found his way to your tree. 

Touya was gentle as he laid your body onto the bed, your eyes blinking tiredly up at him. 

“What am I to do with you?” Touya muttered to himself, thumbing the new mark left on your cheek. It would fade quickly, but this wasn’t the sort of brand he had in mind when he had first imagined you with him. 

You slept soundly for a proper hour, your chest rising and falling rhythmically, and Touya's eyes never strayed from you once. 

His mind wandered briefly to his ex-wife. Sammy was never content with him. It was always an argument or a comment. His temper was tested each morning, each evening, each word, each glance. 

Worst of all, Touya’s libido suffered dramatically. Sammy despised his sexual advances unless they had been premeditated by her. Their marriage had been comical. She wasn’t nurturing nor doting. There was no motherly instinct to her. His scars disgusted her, enraged her perhaps. He would be a fool to think he was successful in permanently removing her from his life, but he also wasn’t a fool to think she hadn't already found another man to fill his spot. 

Interestingly enough, Touya held no resentment. In fact, his thoughts were clouded by images of you. Your face, peering up at him sweetly, searching for his approval, for his attention. Oh, you loved his attention, didn’t you? You enjoyed being watched and leered at. 

“Am I really just a pet?” 

Touya’s head spun, his eyes glittering down to your head rested on a pillow. Your voice was quiet and tentative. But nonetheless, the question itself was part of the web you had spun to catch him. He’d be doomed if he answered you, doomed if he didn’t.

Have you fallen in love with him? 

He pitied you, if you did. 

“No.” He chose to answer safely. A pet? Not particularly. Yes, playing with you must have earned some part of your admiration, Touya didn’t see the harm in it. You were willing, and likely desperate for it. But you were also young. Not to be mistaken for naive. If that were the case, Touya didn’t think he’d be able to tolerate you.

Your hand peeked out from where it had been tucked beneath your cheek and Touya was compelled to grasp your fingers. When they became intertwined, you pulled him forward and pulled a kiss from him, one that he returned warmly. 

In an alternate reality, perhaps he could have had you. He’d be king and you’d be his loving wife who’d greet him with affection when he returned from leading, and grant him as many children as he desired. You’d share a bed and please him when he wished, and in return he’d spoil you rotten.

“Please don’t leave.” 

Touya’s face hardened.

“I promise I’ll be good, I won’t tell anyone.” You rubbed his calloused fingers, taking care not to aggravate the stitching. Your wet voice from holding back your tears made him cringe.

“That’s not exactly it.” 

“Then what?” You frowned, kissing his knuckles.

Touya pried his hand free and took yours to admire the damaged skin around your wrists from the rope burns. 

He exhaled and held it up in display, “Because this arouses me.”

You rolled your eyes, swatting him away and sniffling, “It’s only temporary.”

“Not all damage can be undone, fairy.” He retorted dryly, earning a snort from you.

“You talk far too much for someone who consistently enjoys shutting me up.”

Oh, you had a bite to you today.

“I like being yours, is that not enough?” You tested. The scratch of your nails scraping along his arm pulled his lustful fantasies back to the front of his head. 

Touya climbed into the bed to join you, unsure how to respond. 

But with one knee sinking into the mattress, a cough escaped his throat before he could catch it, furrowing his brows as he puffed smoke into his fist. Along with his wet cough came a metallic scent, glancing down to see a smudge of blood along his wrist.

How fucking convenient . 

Chapter Text

You’ve never met a man as stubborn as Dabi. Emotionally stunted, and practically unable to budge in his set ways, he forced you into practicing more patience than you were used to. 

From a young age, you’ve always been warned of outsiders. Enemies, evil, treachery. It put an unexplainable fear within you that was difficult to ignore. Your heart raced around him, but was it because of terror? You had reason to believe not .

Dabi radiated warmth. His touches burned but were addicting all the same. You’d be remiss if you tried to pull away from him, even now as he smelt awful, like burning flesh. The roughness of his fingers wrapping around your waist made you unable to speak. 

As you waited for his answer, your mind wandered to whether he was capable of killing you. If you pushed him just a tad further, would he shed his restraint? You felt as though an experiment were in order, laying on your back, listening to the rustle of the sheets as Dabi adjusted so he had you caged with his arms on either side of your head.

You saw the blood, but you hesitated in vocalizing your observation, settling on putting a hand on your chest to heal him silently.

“Wouldn’t your ‘pod’ throw a fuckin’ fit?” 

You shrugged. Oh, you had not one doubt in your mind that if they learned of your disobedience, you’d be banished, just as he was. Or worse, which would constitute a death wish for your current lover. You didn’t have the strength to take it that far quite yet. 

“Over what? Sex?” You snorted, causing him to narrow his eyes down at you. Dabi looked at you as if you were his next and last meal. The sensation of his gaze trapping you was always jarring, but one of which you were growing accustomed to. 

“Ah, so it’s just sex for you.” Dabi mocked, his finger tracing over the edge of your wing, causing you to shiver. 

He could kill you, if he wanted.

But he wouldn’t. Why did you want to know what it would feel like anyway? 

Slowly, you shook your head and cupped his cheek. His emotional depth was pitiful. You had to keep reminding yourself of it or else you’d take offense. 

“I think you should be careful where you tread, my dear.” 

“I believe it is you who has ventured along the wrong path, wouldn’t you say? I had been minding my business.”

“Bathing for me to see surely can’t be excused as ‘minding your business.’” 

“T-that was private !” Your jaw fell apart in disbelief. He made it sound as though you had asked him to come stalk you. It was your fault at the end of the day, for expecting him to have any ounce of self-awareness.

Dabi was lewd by nature . As all humans were. The purr to his tone that came in your ear, the sly remarks he dealt to you at the expense of your dignity. His touches were never innocent. His speech was far from lazy, and to accompany, he held an unnatural charm to his attitude. All you’d done was bat your lashes and show off your wings. 

Dabi would look at any pretty thing that happened to enter his peripheral vision. 

You could tell Dabi wanted to bed you again. He was exhausted, sure. The steam that was willowing off his face told the truth, and so did the coughs you knew he was trying to swallow down. But if you let him fuck you again, you’d be wasting your afternoon. A part of you was still delirious by what you saw last night. You knew it was in your best interest to keep your mouth shut. 

But…

“Dabi.”

“Mm.” His lips were on your neck again, a warm palm cupping your cheek as he layered kiss upon kiss into your bruised skin.

“What were you trying to do, in that chapel?” 

There was a pause. Barely a second. Then he resumed, kissing angrier but slow nonetheless.

“Doesn’t concern you.” He mumbled at some point, dipping a hand down to tug your dress higher. Fairies weren’t human. You never wore underwear, but you were starting to understand why human women needed them. To keep perverted devils like Dabi at bay long enough to hold a conversation.

Something he was clearly incapable of doing around you. 

Clasping his shoulders, you let out a soft moan when two fingers rushed to spread your entrance apart. 

“Playing with the dead is forbidden.” You breathed out, toes curling when Dabi reached deep inside.

Dabi looked at you, another glare, “No, what’s forbidden is you questioning my line of business.” He pushed a third finger in, the stretch making your eyes well, “This crap ain’t for pretty girls to worry about, hm?”

It didn’t surprise you that Dabi refused to speak. Your inklings had been proven right after following him yesterday. The sight of the dead priest made bile rise from your throat, luckily distracted quickly when the warmth of his cock began to replace the fullness of his fingers. 

“I worry for you.” You told him sincerely. 

“Aw, how sweet .” The man mocked you. It was becoming a habit of him, but in the same light, so was your own ability to be stubborn.

Rocking into him, you marveled at the difference in size he was to you. Tall and lean, muscle built mostly in his arms, back and thighs. Overpowering him would be impossible, but you didn’t plan to do so with physical strength anyway. 

Letting out an exaggerated moan, you sunk your nails into his back and scratched up. You knew you broke skin because he struggled to keep a hiss quiet, bucking harder into you as he started a pace. 

“Don’t want anything to happen to my man.” You whispered into his ear, followed by a whine that was embarrassingly not exaggerated. 

Dabi must have really liked that because he wrapped his fist over your neck - fuck, it fit perfectly - and his motions became a touch more erratic.

“Yea, your man. That’s right.”

Stroking Dabi’s ego was easy. You wondered if he suspected your ability to sway him through sex. It didn’t seem likely. You could be subtle!

“The tomb - ”

“I’m not telling you shit , doll.” Your mouth snapped shut, startled, “Now you better keep these legs spread, or else I’ll leave you tied to this bed all day. I won’t let you cum.” 

You pouted hard. Dabi never made things easy for you. In fact, he made things terribly, terribly difficult. Dabi was seemingly stuck in his resolve, so you discarded any attempt at pulling information out of him. 

Luckily, he didn’t go through with his threats. He let you orgasm, but not without a little rough teasing that left you drooling around his fingers and rocking your hips into his length to chase it yourself. It was satisfying. Dabi always satisfied you. Most of the fairies and nymphs you knew have never even had sex, so one can only imagine how taboo the topic was. What was meant to be right? 

Dabi pulled from you once he finished, cleaning your thighs with an old rag before redressing and grabbing you a glass of water. 

Dabi had a hard shell, but you knew what he was like on the inside. Sure, you understood little to nothing about him - besides what position he preferred you in - but you liked to believe he had gone soft on you. After all, he could have just as easily slit your throat as he did with the priest, and yet you were still alive! 

You were left alone once you began to fall asleep again, waking up hungry and sore. Your arms and wrists were likely to ache for a few days until they properly healed, and the limp in your step was too embarrassing to acknowledge so you ignored it and resorted to hovering and flying around your home. 

After fixing yourself a quick breakfast, fresh eggs and berries from your garden, you began your day. Gradually, albeit, but it was because dread had begun to settle in your stomach. Dabi was not a man you should be getting mixed up with. It was an uncomfortable truth you didn’t want to acknowledge, because being in his arms was so much easier.  

You strayed down a familiar path through the woods until you recognized a bubbly voice echoing, “Oh Calista! Stop splashing me!” You approached closer, catching the tail end of an argument where two of your dearest friends were tugging a string of pearls between one another.

As soon as you were near the pond, all eyes suddenly landed upon you, the chatter ceasing, the water settling with only a faint ripple approaching the edge of the bank.

“Hi.” You stuttered, embarrassed to have captured everyone’s attention. 

Everyone’s concentration seemed to be glued to you, making you shift apprehensively as you dipped a toe into the cool pond. Your hair stood on end as you submerged yourself properly to accustom yourself to the change in temperature, rubbing the water from your lashes as you rose from the surface.

Someone’s fingers captured your wrist, while another set of hands was touching upon your neck.

“What happened to you?!” Liora exclaimed, Calista rubbing her thumb over the bruise speckling your forearm.

Blood rushed to your cheeks, shaking your head and yanking yourself free, “Nothing. Girls, really, it’s nothing.” You stammered, wondering how daft you must be to have forgotten to conceal your wounds. Wounds of pleasure, yes, but even admitting to that would cause trouble. And you were not a misfit. No, no mischief. You never broke rules. 

Except with Dabi. 

Crossing your arms over your chest in an attempt to hide the swelling was futile because you soon felt a nail poke onto your bare shoulder, “Is that a love bite?” Liora prodded, scandalized.

You whipped around and realized you had been backed into a boulder, three sets of eyes pinned to you and your abused body. Liora and Scarlet quickly shared a look in response to your bashful demeanor, nodding heads and clasping their palms over your arm and tugging you forward. Their touch was soothing, which brought your attention to the discolored skin fading into your natural tone, followed by all the aches in your body vanishing.

The frown that wilted your lips had been a mere reaction, but the three women caught it. 

“Where did you get those bruises?” You were questioned, making you shrink.

“Nowhere.” 

Any lie you spat out would be irreversible. To stretch the truth into an assault of some sort, or tripping and falling on your own accord…well, they were too smart to believe any of it. Denying was your only option, in hopes that they’d get bored and leave you alone. 

Your wishful thinking was premature, unfortunately. 

“Is it that necromancer I’ve seen you following?” Scarlet narrowed her eyes at you, a cross expression shrouding her face.

Adrenaline filled your bloodstream immediately, your eyes darting back and forth from her scrutinizing gaze in fear.

How could she possibly have seen you? You’ve been careful to meet with Dabi only when you were sure you were alone. More so than that, you would be mortified if she’s seen even a minute of your interactions with that man.

“I have no clue what you’re referring to.” You forced disgust into the infliction of your voice.

Scarlet tutted.

“Necromancer?” Liora’s face fell, looking between you two in confusion. Liora was the youngest in your group, turning twenty-one in the winter. With her youth came a bit of naivety. Dark magic wasn’t only prohibited to practice, but to discuss. 

The last thing you had wanted was to frighten any of the girls. You twiddled with the hem of your dress, shame pooling in your stomach. 

Quietly, you muttered, “ He’s not a necromancer .” 

“He’s evil, is what he is.” Scarlet scoffed, flicking a flower petal that had fallen onto her arm. While Scarlet was hardly older than you, she sure seemed to behave as though she was your mother. Constantly making demands, bossing everyone around. She was a natural born leader. Luckily not the pod’s leader, but if that position ever suddenly became available, you knew she’d jump at the opportunity. 

Her pride wasn’t very attractive though, in your opinion.

“He’s just a man. ”

The smirk that stretched across her lip was cynical, lifting your chin with her finger, “Why are you defending him?” She started, pretending to think before she questioned, “Has he cast some charm over you?”

You bristled, “It’s not a spell! I may speak to whoever I wish.”  

“And fuck whoever you wish, while you’re at it.” The older woman scoffed, making you shake in both anger and discomfort.

Weakly, you argued “We didn’t - ”

“Your lies are not only lazy but insulting. If you want to be used and tossed aside like a toy then be my guest.”

You found it hard to believe that anything that came out of Scarlet’s mouth was from a place of protection. The tension you two had has been present since you first met. A lifelong friend, practically a sister to you, but that didn’t seem to matter when your innocence was in question. 

“Scarlet, is he really…what you say he is?” Calista’s meek voice wondered.

Calista was easily spooked, if you were to characterize her. She didn’t like to think about, let alone explore matters that sparked danger. She didn’t like anxiety inducing conversations, especially ones like this. Her wing flapped gently, Liora siding with Scarlet by crossing her arms in disapproval.

Scarlet’s tall stature shadowed over your own as she turned her head to state, “I saw him sitting alone the other day.” There was a hint of disappointment in her tone as she finalized, “He was casting spells.”

Frustrated, you couldn’t control your tongue, “You don’t know what you saw.” You huffed, shoving her away by the arm so you could walk past the group. 

“Really? Because I could hear you cry out a name that our pod leader won’t be very pleased to hear.”

That effectively shut your mouth, reluctantly so, but to open this page any further than it already was would risk your relationship with your pod. It was all you had, all you knew. Scarlet was warning you, which was a generosity in itself. She was never this merciful. Rules were rules. Deviating from them struck something personal within her, which was why you’ve never trusted her nor any of the others to speak about…Dabi, or sex for that matter. 

There was truth to Scarlet’s statements. Giving up your virginity had been one thing, another would be to take Dabi as your lover. You were sure if you asked him yourself, he’d mock your feelings for him which is why you’ve chosen to hide them. Albeit not very well. Dabi was more observant than you predicted.

The conversation ended abruptly with Scarlet’s threat, thus, you went to rest on a ledge near a few lotus flowers, petting the petals as a frog leaped between each lily pad. The girls continued to converse, purposefully leaving you out of their chatter, but you preferred to be left alone for the time being. 

It gave you a chance to think. Though it had dawned on you that Dabi was lecherous, to what extent, you preferred not to know. You were content not understanding everything about the wretched man. Then, doubts began to flood your thoughts again. 

He was cruel, but remembering how easy it was for him to reduce you to tears merely by using your body like an instrument…the arousal clouded your senses. He had a way with you that you weren’t sure you were capable of giving up. 

His presence in your life was an internal desire. So no, you weren’t prepared to have him removed from it based on Scarlet’s pathetic attempt to hold onto her leadership role among you four.

As the sun began to set, the girls grew bored of playing and conversing, all heading off to their respective homes. Save for Scarlet, who waited until the rest had left before she came to swim by your position on the bank.

“You’ll only hurt yourself in the end.” She spoke, and for the first time today, her conviction was genuine.

You offered a nod, unsure how to respond. Her fingers rubbed your shoulder to provide comfort, but she soon bid her farewell to you as well, leaving you alone to bask in the dimming summer sun. 

The crystals dangling from your ears jingled as you dipped into the water again, warming your body as you tried not to think so deeply.

Did he have any idea of what he’s done to you? To your feelings? To your thoughts? He’s consumed you, and he’s barely lifted a finger.

The rest of the day consisted of you sitting alone on the edge of a log, your feet dipped into the water as you tried not to be too dejected. You knew what everyone was thinking, and being rejected by the girls that have been in your life for years brought on a whole onset of insecurity. 

Absentmindedly, you passed the time by cleaning your wings, repetitive motions of dipping them in and out from the pond allowing your mind to wander. 

The sudden rustle of bushes yanked your attention.

Eyes darting over, you were initially concerned, but when another rustle of leaves came, one by that tree Dabi used to peep at you from, your body relaxed.

Rather than make it obvious however, you were in need of some stress relief. You knew his eyes were on you, as they always were. Waiting until your friends left was only to be expected.

You were alone, as was he. But when he didn’t reveal himself, you sought to play along. Peeling your dress off, you looked around as if to make extra sure no one but him would be admiring your naked form. Bending over, you felt the rush of arousal that came from being watched from afar. It was very perverted but you were starting to enjoy it, cupping some water to wash your face but allowing your rear to face that darn tree.

Turning around again, you pretended not to notice the snap of a twig while you rubbed your breasts, cleaning them by squeezing the fat together with your elbows. You massaged your nipples with your fingers and realized you were growing wet at the mere implication of being viewed.

A moan escaped your lips as you trailed your nails lower to your cunt, standing up near the shallow end of the pond so you were no longer submerged in the water. You circled your clit with one hand and continued to grope your breast with another. 

It had escalated quickly, which would be embarrassing if you weren’t so incredibly aroused. The faint sound of breath behind you caused you to quickly turn, alarmed to see nothing there.

Oh, Dabi wished to torment you, did he? 

Another scratching sound caused you to snap your head to the side, your heart pounding in your chest. You could feel the blood in your legs, struggling to stand as you worked yourself to a state of pleasure.

This time, you could feel the brush of lips along the nape of your neck, fingers touching your hair. 

Your body rushed to move again, trying to catch sight of the predator holding you hostage with his hidden gaze. Doing this so freely was a feat, in of itself. 

Paranoia did begin to eclipse your judgment, however. You feigned confidence and ventured out of the pond toward the clearing by the white oak leaves, looking around skeptically.

“Dabi?” You called out, a slight tremor in your voice. Swallowing thickly when no response came, you gasped as a set of fingers circled your throat, squeezing tight. 

At first, you relaxed at the familiar sensation of being so effortlessly choked. But soon, your relief was replaced with a deep panic. 

That was not Dabi’s hand. No, these fingertips were cold and icy. They were slightly smaller, and hostile. Your eyes widened with terror, attempting to turn only to realize the hand had disappeared. 

No one was behind you. 

You dashed forward to where you heard footsteps, peering around the trunk of a tree but this time you were firmly grabbed by the back of the neck, your cheek pressed roughly into the bark.

“Now where are you running off too?” Dabi’s voice chilled your ears.

You yelped, your eyes turning to catch sight of his black hair and a flash of those blue eyes. 

It was him. 

“Mhm, missed me?” His rasp tickled your ear, making you nod hysterically.

You squirmed at his hold, but Dabi wasn’t shy about pushing you harder, taking one of your arms to pin behind your back. 

“Naughty girl. No dress this time? Must have been waiting for me to come fuck you, isn’t that right?” The crass words that painted his comment caused your cunt to clench around nothing but air. How was he able to both embarrass and arouse you so easily? And with the same breath, no less. 

“I wasn’t - ” You argued, struggling to move your arm, shrieking as a rough slap landed upon your ass, “ - ow !” You pouted, sensing Dabi had bigger plans with you tonight.

Before you had a chance to speak, you found yourself flipped around, pinned to the tree by not only his hands but his blasphemous gaze. Dabi was far too fetching for his own good. No man compared to how appealing he was to you. Thick and large hands to match his fit physique was only the tip of the iceberg. Dabi’s dark locks didn’t correspond with the color of his roots nor that of the hair nestled between his legs but you found the distinction alluring. Dabi had secrets that he kept from you, which you were positive you’d be able to uncover soon enough, but it would take time. 

Dabi didn’t trust easily. You were sure it must have stemmed from some event in his childhood or youth if he was so unwilling to disclose any details about his true identity, but with that, the man was also very evidently sick in the head.

His behavior was strangely inviting.

Rough, yes, but in all the right ways.

As he stood fully clothed, you turned to look over your shoulder and watched his eyes drift down to your breasts, squeezing at the dip in your waist. 

“I saw you touching yourself.” He purred, reaching down to rub between your overly sensitive folds. You twitched back but he punished you for doing so by pushing two fingers into you. The stretch was far more fulfilling than what you were able to accomplish on your own. 

Struggling to breath initially, you eventually adjusted to his large fingers, “You did?” You replied coyly, struggling to gasp for breath.

Dabi nudged his erection between your legs, the friction causing you to keen . 

It wasn’t a far fetched thought to assume Dabi was going to take you right then and there. If teasing him by accident had prompted him into stealing your clothes as leverage the first day you met, what would teasing him on purpose earn you?

Your answer was given as he loosened his hold, twirling you around so your nose was nearly touching his. His scars looked worse than usual, dried blood caked along the ones beneath his eye and some down his neck. Some of the stitching was hanging loosely, planting worry into you. 

Dabi was letting off steam, but rather than provoke him by mentioning it, you chose to run a finger up, tugging one of the thin silver chains that decorated his throat. He snatched your wrist and thumbed at your healed bruise. 

Feeling mischievous, you twisted your hand free and made a run for it. Dabi was always filling you with thrill, so perhaps it was his turn to experience what it would be like to have to wait for pleasure.

Oh, but there was one minor miscalculation in your plans. Dabi was a lot faster than you on his feet. And a cheat. 

Two arms wrapped around your torso, coiling you until you were securely backed into his chest. 

You kicked your feet in the air as he lifted you from the ground, taking you to what was a neater plot of land, enough space to camp if needed.

“Let’s see where your misbehaving lands you, shall we?” Dabi taunted, the darkness on his features filling you with a buzz. 

Dabi’s patterns were getting easier to predict though. You were met with a kiss as soon as you attempted to escape him again, the metal in his tongue tickling your mouth. It was vicious and demanding this time. He led the kiss with need and lust, not at all concerned with whether you were able to speak or move or breathe for that matter. 

It’s as if he already memorized the steps it would take to turn you into a twitching mess, hooking your legs around his hips as he prompted you up against another damn tree to fuck you fast and deep. 

The pain was minimal in comparison to the growing heat escaping your cunt, wrapped impossibly tight around his cock. Your arms tangled over his shoulders, burying your head in his neck as he forced you to love every inch pummeling in and out of you. 

Your screams were shamelessly loud, seeing as you were free to be noisy without fear of wandering eyes.

Briefly, white flooded your vision as you came, wings scraping the tree you were pressed against. Dabi kissed you as the stars faded from your eyes, whining out his name which must have encouraged him to climax soon after. 

You were both a sticky mess once gravity pulled your feet back down to touch the grass, yourself unable to walk initially and leaning on Dabi for balance. His warm hand planted solidly over the small of your back, making you straighten your posture.

Dabi was so good when he fucked you. Sometimes you wonder just how many women he’s been with.

“I have something for you.” 

You paused, partially surprised, partially not. 

“Oh?” You coaxed, looking as he tucked himself back into his trousers and pushed aside the hair that had fallen into his eyes. A loose strand fell back, to which you tucked back behind his ear.

Dabi didn’t comment on your doting behavior. Rather, he produced a folded piece of paper from his pocket and handed it to you. Wiping the sweat along your forehead, you eagerly snatched it from his hands, his gaze impatiently waiting for you to open it.

Which you did, the image causing you to blink.

Then continue to blink, in silence, eyes glazing over.

Clearing your throat, you stuttered out, “Is that…me?” You pretended to sound impressed, mostly to spare his feelings. 

Your question had been rhetorical, of course the drawing was of you. The paper was covered in deliberate ink strokes that imitated the shape of your body, no color necessary to prove who had been his muse. Perhaps he had given you more exaggerated features , but the resemblance was unmistakable.

He hummed to affirm your observation. 

The artwork was pornographic, as was the pose he had drawn your body in. Details of your back arched and nude, kneeled down beside the very pond you spent most of your days enjoying. 

Dabi viewed you in this light, which was not unexpected. His obsession with sex was unnatural, but you weren’t interested in refusing him. It was just a surprise to see it presented to you as a gift. Dabi certainly liked to think sleeping with you was a service, one of which he took great pride in. 

“Well?” 

You bit your lip.

“It’s nice.” You lied, folding it.

Dabi snatched the drawing from you at once then reopened it, as if admiring it for himself.

“Nice?”

You swallowed thickly, taking his wrist as if to prevent him from growing angry.

“I’ve never received a drawing before. I’m flattered.” 

Dabi didn’t seem to buy into your false praises, which filled you with fear. 

Truth be told, he was a talented artist. His sketches were precise and calculated, but lazy all the same. You doubted he spent more than an hour or two creating it. It was a clean piece of art. 

“Didn’t realize you wanted to court me.” You chose to tease, and Dabi darted his eyes to your own.

“Careful what you wish for, sweetheart.” The taunting lilt to his voice made you shiver, tensing as he squeezed your waist. 

“What do you mean?”

“A little wife with wings would be cute .” He responded cryptically, making your mind race. 

To be married to a human, one with Dabi’s reputation no less, would be unwise. You doubted he’d admit to all the deranged desires he wished to do with you, but gathering from what he’s already done, you blame yourself for opening up the topic. 

Dabi? As a husband ? 

You stood on your toes and planted a kiss on his cheek, the texture of his stitches tickling your lip. 

“Do you give all your lovers gifts like this?”

The man scoffed, tilting your head up with his finger, “No, usually I just fuck ‘em and go on my merry way. You’re special . Don’t you know that already?” 

You couldn’t tell whether he was teasing you or being serious. The latter would be slightly more frightening than you cared to admit, “Special?”

Dabi towered above you, and you had half a mind to step back.

“ Special .” His eyes flashed down at you again, lips spread wide enough into that sadistic grin of his, the stitches holding his jaw in place threatening to come undone. 

He backed you into the tree, and took either one of your arms, causing your wings to flap aggressively. His fingers heated, a silent warning to which you headed and relaxed yourself.

First, he leaned down to kiss your neck. It was a sweet gesture, one that you weren’t expecting which allowed you to breathe in relief. But your relaxation was premature because soon, he was biting into you, pulling a gasp out of you, “ Dabi!” 

He sucked a mark into the freshly bitten skin, no doubt drawing blood. 

When he pulled free, you brought a finger to the now aching spot, the crimson dripping down your nail making you wince.

Arguing was futile. Dabi repeated the action over and over, each time making you squirm and wince. He’d squeeze and burn your waist to reprimand you each time, but you couldn’t seem to learn your lesson, realizing he planned to cover your entire neck and throat. 

A daunting realization struck you, eyes widening as you struggled to pry him off, “N-no, you can’t! They’ll see . I’ll get in trouble again!”

The man lifted his face, fixing you with another smirk, “Poor thing.” 

It was hopeless, trying to argue your case. Dabi only ever did what he wished. 

He had both your breasts littered with marks by the time he finished. It looked as if you’d been attacked, some spots bleeding, some merely bruised. Dabi admired his work then grabbed your chin, squeezing tight so your lips were forced to pucker.

“Perhaps that will teach you better than to lie to me.” 

Oh, so it was a punishment, was it? Dabi had his ways of frustrating you, but tonight was particularly more bothersome. He claimed that you weren’t a pet, and yet he treated you as if you were. He bore no concern for your feelings or for your life. Didn’t he realize that you’d be stripped of your home and family for even speaking to him? 

Irked, you pushed him off as he attempted to kiss you. He scowled immediately, letting out a cough, but rather than speak, as you would have predicted, the man pushed the drawing into your chest, turning and marching away with another sharp cough.

You rolled your eyes, prepared to chase him, however something strong and rough suddenly gripped your hair, yanking you back and pulling a shriek out of you.

You called out for Dabi, managing to get that single syllable out before a hand slapped over your lips, effectively muffling your voice. An arm caged both of yours to your side, the mystery man restraining you firmly from behind. 

Horrified, you looked over to see your capturer was an unfamiliar face, vermillion eyes digging into you at the matching strength of his fist restricting your breath.

Immediately, you paid attention to the lack of color of his skin - lack of skin, you should specify. Half his face revealed his skull while the other was pale and had cracking flesh. When he grit his jaw, you squirmed, afraid by the unnatural state of his body.

No man could ever possibly live with most of his face mangled in such a way. Most of him was missing, his boney arm layered in muscle flexing around your torso.

Just as you began to fade from reality, a sharp grunt and Dabi’s grip returned to push the stranger off you. 

The two fell into a heap on the floor, Dabi unarming the man by fixing a firm grip over his throat. 

“Touch her again and I’ll put you back in that tomb.” Dabi hissed, a threat that shook you into standing further away, afraid of the quarrel. 

The tomb?

Your jaw dropped, peering over to see that the man was struggling to free himself, eyes narrowed at Dabi with hatred.

“Don’t make me laugh, Touya.” You could hear the stranger grit, glancing over at you. You hid behind Dabi. Or, Touya , you should say. Of course, you knew Dabi was never his true name. But the name Touya sounded familiar for other reasons.

Once the man’s hand finally slackened from trying to resist Dabi’s strength, your lover did the same, breathing deeply and puffing out smoke and a gust of fire from his palm to point at the white-haired man.

“How long have you been awake, Tomura?” Dabi addressed him, the two of them sitting up.

The younger man scratched along the skin covering one side of his neck, “Long enough.”

“Smart mouth.” Dabi stood and offered a hand which the man took and stumbled up to his feet. He was shorter than Dabi but still taller than you. The two were comfortable around one another. Friends, perhaps? No, friends would be pushing it. Dabi didn’t seem interested in having any.

Shigaraki’s eyes dug into yours, making you sidestep so Dabi would be entirely between your bodies.

The older man turned and yanked you forward again, then presented you to Shigaraki with a hand pressed firmly between your shoulder blades, “What do you think?”

Was he…showing you off?

“I think you’ve been distracted .” Shigaraki muttered disapprovingly, swiping a hand through the air, “Instead of playing around with toys , I would have expected to see some progress. Tell me, what exactly have you accomplished in the last ten years?” 

Dabi scoffed, “More than you.” His eyes traveled up the corpse then down again, “You left me with a mess to clean up.”

Shigaraki lifted his chin and for the first time tonight, you could truly gauge the reality of his presence. He was a corpse, brought to the land of the living. Dabi must have woken him while you had passed out that night. The man was a little buff, wearing clothes similar to Dabi’s that included plenty of leather and buckle straps. To accompany, his hair was long enough to reach his shoulders, wavy but framed perfectly around his face. 

This man wasn’t some random fellow whom Dabi happened to know. His energy was dark. His intentions were pure filth. If there was anything you’ve learned when it came to Dabi’s affairs, it is that he surrounded himself with darkness, and nothing more. 

“No one will suspect you if you were to finish the job.” You wondered if you imagined it, Dabi’s persuasive little purr. He spoke to Shigaraki with familiarity and tension, but nonetheless, with trust. You’ve never heard him use that tone. Usually, he was stern and short tempered with you. 

Dabi’s nails sunk into your skin when Shigaraki muttered, “Yes. Enji will pay.”

The dark expression that crossed Dabi’s face at the mention of that name was frightening.

“Enji, the king?” You blurted.

Dabi didn’t answer, but Shigaraki was not hesitant to quip, “Yes, the Todoroki king.”

Cautious, you turned to look at the dark haired man. He held an unreadable appearance now. Guarded, and stiff, “Dabi? What business do you have with him, of all people?” You pawed at his chest, trying to gather his attention. His face twisted into a scowl. 

He glanced at Shigaraki then back at you, stroking a strand of your hair while he stared off into nothing in particular, “He’s wronged me.”

You weren’t sure how much you wished to prod. The topic was clearly…troublesome to him. Angering Dabi was not really in your best interests. And if he’s kept you in the dark regarding these matters up until now, then you doubted he’d be so willing to reveal any more information you attempted to pull out of him.

So you settled on staying quiet and listening. 

Shigaraki rubbed over his arm where a patch of skin was missing, showing the tendons and muscles beneath it as he tightened the joint. It was gruesome, and for some reason, you were compelled to fix him. You supposed that ought to happen when you’ve become so accustomed to healing Dabi’s scars and ailments. 

Granted, you made no effort to offer. 

The topic was shifted rather dramatically when Shigaraki complained out loud, “You did a half assed fucking job with the spell by the way.” He pointed to the missing half of his face.

Dabi snorted, “ Relax . I’ll put the rest of you back together when we finish.”

The younger man was abruptly agitated by that statement, regarding Dabi with malice. Pointing a finger, Shigaraki stood close enough to Dabi that even you could feel his breath as he spoke, “ We? I don’t remember agreeing.”

“Oh yea? You don’t want to help me after all the dirty work you had me do? That’s really cute.” Dabi challenged, and you could sense a threat hiding between those words.

Shigaraki crossed his arms, “Now I never said that either . But I won’t work for free.”

“Right.” Dabi monotoned.

Shigaraki’s grin turned perverted, piquing your interest, “I do have one condition, for my loyalty.”

“And what's that?” Dabi was hardly paying attention, but you were sure he would with Shigaraki’s next response.

“Her.”

You glanced around, your blood running cold as soon as it sunk in.

“Me?” 

Dabi gave Shigaraki a pointed look and blocked him from your view all in one motion.

It was alarming. Up until that moment, you were made to believe that Shigaraki had no regard for you besides being Dabi’s sexual partner. And truthfully, you were content with that. Involving yourself into these affairs stressed your mind, so you settled on being nothing but an observer. Your lack of awareness must have been your downfall today. 

Little sparks of flames glittered from Dabi’s fists as he seethed, “She’s not interested.”

Shigaraki was not threatened, nor did he appear impressed, “I didn’t hear her utter a complaint.”

“You know what, I’ll kill the bastard myself.” Dabi’s voice was practically a growl. 

“What, you don’t want to share your bitch?” Shigaraki provoked further, “Think she’s too pretty to be falling head over heels for an emotionally unavailable prick.” And if you didn’t know any better, you would think that with that line alone, Shigaraki was attempting to flirt .

He avoided looking at you much, but you suspected it was because he was timid. Confronting you both must have been as far as he was willing to go in terms of voicing his desires. And now he planned to leverage his cooperation in exchange for a taste of you.

Offended wasn’t the word you’d use to describe Dabi right now. He was livid. His body was radiating heat at an uncomfortable temperature, driving you to step away to protect yourself. Dabi didn’t seem to appreciate that, 

“Spoiled fucking prince.” Shigaraki muttered under his breath, waving a hand, “Suit yourself.”

Did you hear that right? Prince?

“Wait a damn minute.” Dabi paused, his jaw grit. Something akin to hesitancy shrouded his demeanor. Reluctantly, the dark-haired man spoke, “…I need to think about it.”

What!?

“Don’t I have a say in the matter?” You exclaimed, stunned that he'd even consider the notion.

Being discussed as though you were a mere object left a sour taste on your mouth. Dabi was possessive over you, that was never in question. His reluctance to negotiate with you was perhaps his only saving grace. You felt sick, the prospect of a corpse demanding your body as a reward for Dabi’s bidding bringing tears of frustration to brim along your eyes. 

The girls had been right, but even with that truth, you wanted Dabi. You wanted him so deeply, you were embarrassed by your own feelings. He had not a shred of romance to him, no chivalry. 

You felt betrayed.

“Tell her to shut up.” The corpse, Shigaraki , seethed. 

You frowned when Dabi’s eyes made contact with yours, urging you to do as told. Was it pathetic that you trusted him even in that instant where you felt nothing but complete and utter disappointment?

Dabi must have some level of control over Shigaraki, however. He was unable to touch you after his mere order earlier, but he must also have some level of free will to be able to deny Dabi of other types of orders. Perhaps his power over the dead had its limits. You hoped they extended past that of the physical. 

Dabi then barked out a laugh and said a statement you never saw coming, “Know what? If she’ll let you, you can have her.” 

That flood of betrayal you experienced earlier was suddenly not so strong. Why did that make your heart throb? Dabi was so confident that you’d only ever be pleased with him. His territorial demeanor extended past just some bravado. 

The conversation ended there as the younger man only let out a huff. Dabi left you alone to go approach him and their voices dropped to a whisper. You frowned as you realized they were purposefully neglecting you from the discussion. Rather than cause a commotion, you shifted your weight to either foot and brought your arms up to cover your breasts, pretending as though you couldn’t see them blatantly talking.

“It’s getting dark, go find wood and maybe I’ll let you camp with us.” Dabi directed to Shigaraki, and interestingly enough, Shigaraki made no complaints but did stomp away.

As soon as you and Dabi were alone, you offered to help, but Dabi was quick to snort, grabbing your chin, “Pretty girl, you’ve got one job. Sit and don’t piss me off, think you can manage?”

Teasingly, you sat on a dead log and let your arms rest to your sides, giving him a view of what was previously hidden. Staring up at him through your lashes, you sweetly asked, “Like this?”

His eyes darted down to drink up your naked figure. You saw some red dust along his cheeks, making him avert his gaze before he was suddenly stripping off his cape and pushing it into your chest. 

“Not quite.”

You didn’t need it spelled out for you further than that, putting the sleeves on and wrapping yourself in an effort of warmth. Truth be told, you never minded being nude, but it clearly bothered Dabi when you were in the presence of another man.

You sat idly and watched as the two slowly created a fire, Shigaraki kicking a few rocks to surround the flames that Dabi fanned until he was satisfied. There was some light left in the sky, the moon merely a waning gibbous. It made it easier to see, watching as Dabi busied himself with his bag. You wrapped the coat tighter around your body as Shigaraki approached you unprovoked. The man scrutinized you with his gaze alone, making you shrink but not look away.

“These things even work?” Shigaraki flicked one of your wings making you yelp and flap him away.

“Yes they work.” You muttered.

He hummed and made no effort to touch you again, but for some reason, you wondered whether he would be anything like Dabi if he were to do so. Would he be gentle or rough? You suspected rough from how he treated you earlier in the evening. Though, despite carrying a conviction when it came to Dabi, he didn’t seem particularly confident. 

There was something lacking. You couldn’t figure out what it was before you were both quickly interrupted. The rope from Dabi’s bag made an appearance at last, jerking his head over to a tree, “You’ll sleep over there. Don’t try anything stupid.”

Shigaraki bumped his shoulder with the older man as he walked past him, “Whatever.”

He didn’t put up a fight. You certainly would have. But then again, Dabi only restrained you when you both craved a power trip. 

After that, no one spoke. Dabi ensured Shigaraki had no weapons before tightening either hand separately with rope and securing it around the trunk of a tree. Criss crossed, the younger man slumped down and tipped his head back to rest on the bark while Dabi ushered you to join him on the other side of the fire to sleep.

Did Shigaraki even need sleep, you wondered.

No use in arguing as Dabi prompted you to lay down with him. Your wings got in the way, so you opted to rest on your back, allowing him to readjust by throwing an arm over your torso and squeezing your waist as he made himself comfortable beside you. 

Dabi fell asleep first. As he slumbered, the heat from his body made you curl away from the fire and into his arms, crossing your limb over his chest as you stared at his visage. The stitching beneath his eyes was looser than you remembered and the gold jewelry nestled in his nostril had lost its shine. 

Dabi hasn’t been taking care of himself.

At a closer glance, you could see he had lighter colored lashes in comparison to that on his head, plucking a white strand from his scalp. Dabi stirred but didn’t wake, letting out a smoke filled breath. 

A very beautiful man, you had to admit. Dabi being royalty was surprising not because of his appearance, but because of his attitude. A man with power didn’t need to prove himself, that’s what you’ve always believed. Yet Dabi was intent on cementing his status as superior to those around him. He was only ever focused on one thing, and the fact that it wasn’t you made you frown.

It was an issue that needed to be resolved, simply put.

When the minutes bled into an hour, then another, and you were still unable to fall asleep, you sat up and sighed. 

You stared at the fire still crackling a few feet away, gently prying Dabi’s hands off your stomach to lay it on the floor. Disconnecting your bodies, you stood and stretched, considering taking a small walk to remedy the restlessness you were carrying in your shoulders.

Briefly, your eyes made contact with Shigaraki. He was leaned back against the tree, hands in his lap and an exhausted dip in his lips.

With one last glance at Dabi, you strolled over to the restrained man. His eyes didn’t leave yours once, but he made no indication that he wanted to interact either.

You sat across from him, your knees tucked to your chest, wings clasped as tight as they could be to your back as if to protect yourself.

His wrists anchored to the tree provided you with a limited sense of security, most of that admittedly coming from Dabi sleeping not too far from you.

Softly, you spoke up, “Is it true?”

The man shuffled in his seat before raising a brow. His voice was gravely, “What?”

You shrugged, “That Dabi is a prince.”

Shigaraki looked at you as if you were stupid, making you shrink. Human politics and relations were never of your concern before Dabi, could you be blamed? 

What you thought was a harmless question must have been entertaining to the other man in some regard though because he eventually spat out, “Dabi was next in line to the Todoroki throne .” 

Oh?

Oh . 

Enji Todoroki. The king. The king that Dabi desperately wanted dead. 

Yes, that made an entourage of more sense. Vaguely, you recalled a story you were once told when you were a child about a prince who was forbidden from his own family. You had thought it to be an old wives’ tale, meant to frighten you and the rest of the girls into following the rules.

The knowledge was daunting, yet interesting all the same.  

“I didn’t realize.” 

Dabi was a prince . 

Shigaraki rested his wrists on his knees, his eyes dancing up and down your body.

“I was executed because of your dear Dabi . Still confused?” 

You were, but not for reasons he’d think. Shigaraki and Dabi’s relationship confused you, yes, however the relationship they had was venomous for separate reasons. Dabi despised his father. Why? You didn’t predict you’d be able to crack that story just yet. But it was certainly personal. Familial drama was always personal.

Shigaraki seemed to have other motives. Based on rumors from years ago, it likely had to do with fraudulence. Enji Todoroki’s reputation was not entirely innocent either.

In retrospect, the reasons weren’t all that different. Shigaraki’s reluctance to kill Enji must stem from something you were still missing though. 

“Surely you’d both be happier to get rid of him. Why are you making it so difficult to negotiate?” You attempted to reason, more so to provoke an answer.

Shigaraki peered at you with a patronizing light, “Dabi won’t be satisfied so easily.”

“How come?”

Shigaraki sighed then waved a hand as if it were some menial story, “His mother would never forgive him. And the jealousy he harbors for his littlest brother? It’s pathetic, in my opinion. Though I won’t deny his hatred for his father is convenient. I’ve spent my entire life trying to put that man six feet below the earth, and look where it landed me.” The man finished his ramble, exhaling before his voice dropped a little lower to rasp, “But I believe it wouldn't be wise for some fairy to meddle with his affairs, hm?”

You had to bite back a laugh that time, “You want me in exchange for an assassination. I’d consider myself interfering, yes, but not by choice.”

It was the second time Shigaraki gave you a smile since meeting you, and for a moment, you regarded the expression as handsome . Ashamed of your private judgments towards the younger man, you sought to get rid of them by remembering what exactly it was you were here for. 

Shigaraki would stab you and rip your wings from your back at the chance, surely. Wouldn’t he?

The doubt that crept in your thoughts were alarming, shifting uncomfortably. 

“Is sex such a sacred act to you, fairy?”

Biting your lip, your cheeks flushed.

“Yes.”

“Ah.” Shigaraki didn’t seem to buy your lie for even a moment. But it wasn’t a lie! You loved Dabi. To betray his trust, even if he permitted it, would bring guilt to your consciousness for all eternity. 

“Dabi would never allow it.” You used it as an excuse, and Shigaraki laughed. It was humiliating because even you couldn’t believe the lies that coated your tongue.

“Touya cares more about seeing his disgraceful king killed then how tight your cunt still is once I’m through with you, wouldn’t you agree?”

His crass language and crude remarks caused you to bristle, your wings instantly flaring as you snapped back, “It’s not about that!”

Shigaraki tilted his head, the pale hair shading some of his eyes, “Then?”

Your jaw slackened, unsure what to say. 

As a last resort, you decided on, “Fidelity.”

A snort from the younger man only made you more defensive, “How cute.”

You frowned again, “Why do you want me so badly? Surely there’s plenty of women who’d have you.”

Shigaraki’s expression was no longer as relaxed, a grimness clouding his mug.

“Want to see what all the fuss is about.”

Your cheeks burned even hotter.

Perfect. Dabi viewed you as a pet, and now Shigaraki did the same. Did men think with anything beside their lust? 

Silence filled the air. Shigaraki smoothed out the crimps from his pants then did the same with his tunic. His clothing was ripped apart, just like his skin. Similar to Dabi’s, though you doubted Shigaraki’s damaged skin was self-inflicted. Especially not the deep scar cutting into the circumference of his neck.

“Come here.” He gestured for you to come hither with his gaze. The notion was unexpected, remaining still as you tried to process his request. 

For whatever reason, you were drawn to him, hesitating before you crawled over. You sat on your knees in front of him, looking up at him with curiosity. Shigaraki was nowhere near as frightening as Dabi, yet the eerie sensation you got when you were in proximity to the younger man was different. 

“Yes?”

He reached forward, which caused you to flinch, initially. His fingers remained in the air, neither hostile or aggressive, thus you relaxed, giving a nod as if to grant him permission.

His fingertip grazed over your jaw, touching your clean skin before traveling over to your lip.

The touch was so intimate, you almost missed the sensation of being caressed so gently. Dabi was always too rough and violent with you. True, you shamelessly enjoyed it every now and again, but this was a different experience. One of which you craved.

You gasped softly as he applied pressure, forcing your lips to part. While your eyes were fixed to his own, his gaze seemed more transfixed by your lips. 

You didn’t know what possessed you, but the urge to lean forward became overwhelming, pressing your mouth to the corner of his. It was meant to be a brief kiss, one that was innocent to quell his curiosity. 

It must have had the opposite effect however as you soon found yourself pulled forward, a hand clutching the nape of your neck while his lips slotted firmly over your own. 

Inexperience was the best word you could paint Shigaraki with. His motions were not practiced, nor were they riveting, but he felt good.

He tugged you closer as if you belonged to him. Similar to Dabi. the only difference was that Dabi’s kissed and fucked hundreds of women. Meanwhile Shigaraki likely hasn’t done either. 

You didn’t break the kiss until Shigaraki's motions began to stall, letting out a breath as soon as you disconnected and admired how his pupils were enchantingly dilated. 

The moment shared between you was fleeting, but sudden, finding yourself swiftly tugged on his lap, lips moving over his with desperation and carnal desire. The fire that had lit up within you was an urge you were unable to deny yourself, Shigaraki grabbing your waist while you cupped his face to tilt his head as you both kissed.

The sounds of your lips smacking together along with his grunts for each instance you ground your hips down into him were lewd. Passion drove you into biting his dry lip, snaking your tongue along his and sucking. Shigaraki groaned, the sound vibrating against your chest.

He was a quick learner, as you suspected. You’d lean your head and he’d follow. You’d touch and squeeze his arms and he’d return the favor by doing so with your breasts. He pulled the fabric of Dabi’s coat away from your body, allowing him to see your tits, but neither one of you pulled free, feeling a strong connection that made it difficult to stop.

Ah, you couldn’t stop. As hard as you tried, you couldn’t. You shoved Shigaraki down using the bottled confidence you had stored from all your experiences with Dabi and stared down at his sprawled hair, arousal flooding you. 

You leaned to continue the kiss and Shigaraki sincerely obliged, hand dipping down to cup your rear where you began to grind into his bulging trousers, chasing after anything. Any friction, any release. 

Tangled up in his smell, in his noises, in his touch, you hardly heard Dabi’s footsteps before it was too late, a strong hand grabbing you by the hair and tearing you away from the younger man. You were forced to stand, panting for air and twirling around to find Dabi’s eyes - his unamused, angry eyes - glaring down at you.

“Dabi - ” 

Dabi’s voice was sadistic, scaring you down to the bone as he gritted, “I don’t know who to punish first. My little fairy, or the fucking virgin thinking I wouldn’t hear.”

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“It’s not what it looks like - !”

Dabi laughed dryly, his arms crossed over his chest in distinct vexation.

Fuck, fuck, fuck . You couldn’t tell whether you were angrier at yourself for losing your self-control or angry that you got caught. Playing it off would be difficult, but if you valued the safety you had with Dabi, then you'd swallow down your pride and do it.

“I swear!” You stood between either man, Shigaraki’s arms also crossed, uninterested, “You said it yourself.” You began to explain, trying to calm Dabi down by petting up his chest to tilt his jaw, “He’s a virgin, sweetheart.”

Shigaraki made a noise of protest but was interrupted by Dabi speaking up, “And he’ll very well stay that way because I’m about to cut that prick of his right off - ”

“ Dabi .” You whined. They were empty threats, you concluded. Any man whom Dabi despised was rarely met with any mercy, let alone this endearing back and forth he was entertaining. All three of you must be aware of it too because Shigaraki barely spared the man a look and Dabi seemed more… jealous then he was furious.

“He was…curious.”

“Curious.” Maybe Dabi didn’t believe a word you said.

“Yes, curious.” Then you peered over at Shigaraki, “About women.”

Shigaraki rolled his eyes. You knew you were embarrassing him. Men tended to hold pride in their ability to bed a woman with little effort, but the only way to comfort Dabi was to tear into Shigaraki’s ego. 

“I don’t think I care.” Dabi smiled, but there was no humor to it, a possessive grip tightening around your wrist.

Letting out a sigh, you stood on the tips of your toes and shielded your mouth with your palm as you whispered into Dabi’s ears, “ Think Shigaraki’s got a little crush. You know I’m yours, what’s the harm baby, hm?” Then, to enact the rest of your idea, you stroked a finger up Dabi’s arm.

The older man exhaled hard, seemingly stuck in his resolve.

To secure your intentions further, you coyly added, “ Maybe you can show him how it’s done ?” 

Dabi’s eyes darted down to you.

And you were once again the victor.

Tugging his wrist, you gently guided Dabi to put a hand on your body, leisurely steering it from your shoulder to instead cup your breast, sneaking a glance over at Shigaraki. Pleased to see him paying apt attention - a furrow between his brow, sure, but you’d smooth out all the rough edges of his soon enough.

Dabi did give you a small kiss, but it was fleeting because as soon as he had done so, he flipped you around so your back was to his chest. Wordlessly, you let your wings droop to not stand in the way, the length of his arm coiling around your torso and making you shiver. 

“Hey, Tomura.” Dabi called out, the younger man giving but a huff.

“Better watch carefully, because it’s the only thing you’ll get to see tonight.” Dabi taunted, sneaking a hand up the flesh on your thigh.

Foolishly, you thought Dabi would stop there. This was meant to merely be a warmup with the goal of baiting Shigaraki into shrugging off some of that intimidating sentiment. Unfortunately for you, Dabi was not the type to go easy on you.

The forceful and swift stimulation to your clit from his thumb was rough but pleasing, making you whine as soon as he withdrew his hand.

What a tease.

You sighed out his name once more, leaning your head to rest on his sternum. The prospect of letting Shigaraki spy was thrilling in the same way it was embarrassing. Were you attractive while you were being actively pleasured? Dabi must have thought so.

Neither man said a word as Dabi kept a hand busy between your legs, grazing along your clit, swiping through your wet folds. Turning your neck, you met Dabi halfway for a chaste kiss, one that he didn’t allow you to indulge in properly because he pressed two fingers to fill your pussy. 

Instantly, your head lolled to the side, unable to speak. 

Shigaraki’s eyes caught yours.

“See how easy it is to get her pliant.” Dabi announced, his set of degrading words enough to pull you into a warm headspace.

He’s barely done a thing and yet here you were, feeling as though you were floating through the air. 

“Just gotta’ make sure she’s full.” Dabi’s voice came roughly, withdrawing so he could curl a finger for Shigaraki to come closer, “Fingers won’t cut it.”

Shigaraki was reluctant but eventually complied, stepping forward until he was close enough for you to make out the texture along his neck. Close enough that you could feel his breath on your hair.

You looked up at him with damp eyes and found that you really wanted Shigaraki, almost the same way that you wanted Dabi. It was a daunting realization because your current lover didn’t seem willing to share you with a soul. 

You were sure that if Dabi would have things go his way, you’d very well be locked in some room with no chance of escape. Your only freedom would come with his crude but flattering attention to your body.

Was it revolting if such day dreams stirred a hot sensation inside your stomach?

Both men’s eyes were fiercely on you, particularly Dabi’s as he rubbed through your folds and massaged your ass. Abruptly, you were forced to bend forward, keeping your ankles together as you grabbed onto Shigaraki for balance. The man clutched you firmly by the shoulders as if to steady you and you mouthed a silent ‘thank you’ to him, one that he stared at you blankly for.

Then, with no warning, you were impaled, Dabi’s familiar erection filling up your tight hole while you braced yourself on the younger man. It was provocative , you should have expected something like this out of Dabi. He liked to torment you, but more so than that, his sadistic tendencies made it difficult to predict how he’d torture you next. This was clearly his idea of fun, pushing all the way into you with one quick motion, causing you to let out a choked sob.

Shigaraki remained stagnant in his stance, but promptly lifted your chin as Dabi allowed you to adjust, his fingers dug tightly into your waist.

“Where are your manners, doll?” You could hear Dabi mutter from behind.

“T-thank you.” You stuttered out, a whimper escaping as Dabi pulled free only to fuck back into you with aggression.

Shigaraki steadied you again, but this time by taking your wrists and planting them on his own shoulders, sharing a look with Dabi that piqued your curiosity.

For some reason, you felt as though you hadn’t exactly been the one to orchestrate this as you’ve come to believe. These two seemed awfully proud of themselves now, Shigaraki biting back a grin that you could see as clear as day. 

Opening your mouth, you tried to speak but Dabi slamming his hips into you made you let out a sob, shaking your head and shutting your eyes from the shock.

“Slower, please .” You begged. Dabi delivered another thrust, perhaps twice as hard as if to scold you for asking such a question.

Resorting to pleading and begging was never an issue for you. The issue came when Dabi blatantly ignored your requests. Shigaraki tilted your head up, and when his eyes slipped down to your breasts then up to your lips, you knew what he wanted. 

So you cupped his jaw and kissed him, your body feeling weightless as Dabi angled himself in and out of you, grunting with each and every thrust. Meanwhile your mind was starting to feel muddled, unsure if it was from Dabi smelling of smoke or Shigaraki taking the breath right out of you. The hand wrapped around your throat certainly made it harder to breathe as well, sighing into his mouth and melting at how firmly Shigaraki treated you. 

When your vision began to fade, Shigaraki slackened his grip and instead roamed his fingers lower to your chest, rubbing the marks left there by Dabi’s teeth. He grabbed both of your breasts and played with them in a gentle fashion, your head tilting to the side to accommodate as Dabi began to go slow and deep. 

Shigaraki caressed your swollen lips and held your body weight with ease up until Dabi briefly paused, spreading your knees further apart to reach deeper. 

“Still curious, Tomura?” Dabi mocked blatantly, and the other man shot him a glare before tugging you off Dabi’s length.

When you glanced down, you could see Shigaraki had a large tent in his trousers, “Shut up.” He muttered, and the emptiness you experienced made you feel desperate, grumbling out, “So mean.”

“Ha, just wait until I show you what’s really mean.” Dabi laughed darkly.

The threat sent a chill down your spine, unable to control how your wings jolted when Shigaraki’s bulge pressed to the front of your sex. His girth was not the same as Dabi’s, yet you were fascinated to see how different the stretch would be. 

Standing up was growing more and more difficult. If it weren’t for the two of them propping you upwards, you were certain you’d have fallen over already. Luckily, neither of them deceived you, continuing to hold your weight, Dabi’s fingers rough and greedy while Shigaraki’s remained controlled and purposeful.

One of your wrists was grabbed by the corpse, effectively guided down to touch the swollen length growing from beneath his pants. You didn’t need to be explicitly told what to do, cupping his erection and chewing your cheek when the man let out a soft gasp.

Motivated, you squeezed him through the fabric and looked up to see his pretty lashes had fluttered shut, turning briefly to catch Dabi’s amused expression to give you approval.

A toy, playing with another toy. That was probably exactly what he was thinking. And with that sadistic smile stretching wide enough for you to see his teeth, you wouldn’t be surprised if was doing this for his own personal enjoyment.

Feeling bold, you cautiously reached into Shigaraki’s pants and managed to pull his bulge free, your eyes widening at the sight. The pink head was already leaking sticky white liquid from the tip. Shigaraki wrapped his fist around yours, forcing you to grab him by the base and squeeze as you slid your hand up the appendage. It grew within your fingers, which excited you more.

Doing it again, Shigaraki taught you where and how hard to tighten your grip, following his silent instruction with care. When he removed his hand, you were forced to replicate his teachings, shyly repeating a squeeze beneath the head. 

The younger man let out a breath but didn’t speak.

Dabi was the first to break the silence, uttering your name.

You glanced at him with your full attention, “Yes, Dabi?”

The man pressed down on either one of your shoulders, and before you knew it, you were sinking to your knees, the soft grass beneath you cautioning your weight once settled there.

Forced to look up, a jolt of arousal flooded you as you realized both men were staring down at you. The heightened waves of interest made you succumb to your current predicament with no complaint. 

You still had a fist wrapped around Shigaraki, but once Dabi held his own dick near your face, you realized you were sure to be sore by tomorrow. So you copied your touch with the older man as well, your arms hanging as you gripped them both and attempted to pump them.

Dabi laughed and grabbed beneath your chin, forcing you adjacent to his cock.

“Nah, I want you to suck on it this time.”

There had only been one time where you had taken Dabi into your mouth, and it had been in that damn crypt. You remembered having a weak jaw afterward. Though, if you now had multiple men to please with only your mouth, you weren’t sure a ‘sore jaw’ was the only level of discomfort you’d leave with tonight.

“I don’t know how.” You lied, and Dabi dearly punished you for your fib by slapping you across the cheek.

“Wasn’t asking . Open your mouth.” He demanded, and before you really had a chance to voice any protests, Dabi gripped you by the back of your neck and pulled your mouth to his tip. The pressure as your lips opened to accommodate him was different than last. 

Last time, adrenaline had been driving you into a state of survival. Dabi had just murdered a man, and you were struggling with feelings of both horror and rushes of arousal.

Now, there was only a desire to please, your eyes welling with tears as his tip touched the back of your throat. You choked but didn’t pull away, knowing that if you did, there would be hell to pay. So you tried to relax your muscles, letting him ease you down to the base before back up again. His dick was barely coated with your spit by the time you were already reduced to tears from having to gag. 

You weren’t allowed to properly recover either as he made sure your mouth was still encapsulating his tip, his eyes narrowed down at you. You didn’t need to be told twice, gasping for breath briefly before sinking back down onto him. Shallowly bobbing your head this time, you knew that if you took him too deep and too soon, you would risk injuring yourself. 

“See how much of a whore she turns into when there’s two cocks in her face?” Dabi began his onslaught of humiliation.

Shigaraki’s laughter pulled a whine from your throat, “No kidding. I’ve always wondered if fairies were any good at this.”

Scowling, you tried to give the younger man a glare, your hand loosening from Shigaraki’s dick.

“What’s with that face, gorgeous? Don’t like the truth?” Dabi cackled.

A spike of confidence trapped you by pulling him out of your mouth with a pop, arguing, “I’m not making a face - ”

Another smack over the other side of your face caused you to lose balance, properly falling to the ground. 

Neither of them seemed to care if you were able to breathe, because as soon as you sat up again, Shigaraki grabbed your arm and touched your cheek. There was something off about him now. You wondered if it was partly due to Dabi’s sick idea of what role you played in his life. 

“When did I say you could talk? Do I have to teach you how to behave from scratch? Shigaraki’s waiting sweetheart, don’t think you want to see what he does when he’s pissed. He’s not as nice as I am.” Dabi made your eyes widen.

“N- nice ?” You stuttered in disbelief. If this was Dabi being ‘nice,’ your fingers shook at what that meant for Shigaraki.

Indeed, the younger man’s red gaze was fixed to yours with a very twisted grin, pumping his dick with his fingers before he angled it for you to take into your mouth. Denying either of them a thing right now was probably not the wisest idea, so you settled on swallowing and parting your lips, allowing him to rock his hips into you.

Shigaraki was surprisingly gentler than Dabi, which you credited to his current predicament of rope around his wrists. Nonetheless, he seemed to enjoy the idea of you doing the work, so you took advantage of the small ounce of freedom you were provided and gave him a show. Extending your tongue, you allowed half of him to enter before your gag reflex was triggered, pausing there to accustom yourself to the stretch.

He was girthier but shorter than Dabi, so you weren’t as worried about taking him down your throat as much as you were worried about your teeth accidentally scraping him.

Calming yourself, you grabbed up to his base and squeezed while you sucked him around the head, finding that once you found a rhythm, it wasn’t as hard. 

Shigaraki cursed beneath his breath, but soon enough, Dabi was standing beside him, yanking you off the other man.

“That’s enough.” He took Shigaraki’s turn with a scoff, and this time you knew better than to question anything, allowing your mouth to be filled again. 

Alternating between the two men was not an easy task. Where Dabi liked to fuck your face - with aggression and cruel words no less - Shigaraki was not easily impressed either, making you do every motion on your own and glaring at you when you fell short of meeting his standards.

Squatting between their bodies, you spent a few minutes polishing Dabi’s cock before you were swiftly made to do the same with Shigaraki, moaning at some point.

“Isn’t she cute? Sweet girl is probably soaked from being used.”

You nodded and moaned again. Dabi seemed to have a clear idea of what you were to him in his head, and trying to deny it would only anger him.

Unfortunately, they were correct. Your cunt was throbbing with neglect as you continued to suck each of them. It took longer than you would have liked but eventually, Dabi made a grunt that clued you into his climax approaching. Shigaraki surprised you when all you had done was begin taking him down your throat again and hot cum was spilling into your mouth. You moved your head quickly so you wouldn’t choke on any, and Shigaraki made no complaints about painting your face with his seed. 

You tried to catch most of it with your tongue, but too much of it spilled down on your cheeks, the rest in your hair. 

Dabi took advantage of your guard slipping to grip your hair and force the rest of his length down until your nose met his white pubic hair, struggling to get off only to find that he was also orgasming. 

You choked profusely but weren’t allowed off until he finished with a low groan, pulling you by the hair and watching you cough and spit out the cum that he had forced down your esophagus.

Both men were panting lightly, meanwhile you were trying to recatch your breath. You still weren’t granted any mercy, Dabi angling your neck up to look at Shigaraki, “What do we say?”

Between labored breaths and coughs, you managed to choke out, “ Thank you .” 

Shigaraki all but rolled his eyes, clearly satisfied if he was so carefree again.

Dabi, the greedy man he was, was nowhere near done with you. He pulled you to your feet, which was admittedly a struggle for you because you were severely craving some release of your own. And with that, he took Shigaraki’s fingers and put them near your very very sensitive sex. 

“Please.” You begged shamelessly, bucking into his hand to chase after any ounce of stimulation.

“Please what?” Dabi’s low voice echoed.

“ Inside . Need it inside.”

Dabi jerked his head at Shigaraki and without argument, your cavern was effectively filled with not one, nor two, but three thin fingers. Dabi’s weren’t as nimble, so it took a minute to realize you were being touched by another man. Your breath caught in your throat when another hand joined Shigaraki’s, Dabi’s thumb applying pressure to the hood covering your clit. 

There was a sharp slap brought down to your folds. Shigaraki had removed his digits to give you another swat, causing you to clench around emptiness with a gasp.

“Yea, don’t know if we should let you cum after all.”

The statement brought tears to yours, desperation in your voice as you begged, “No! Please, Dabi, I can’t wait anymore - I really need it - !”

“Should I cut this tongue off.” Dabi suddenly grabbed the appendage from your mouth, making your eyes widen in fear.

The heat that came from his touch made you panic, eyes crossing as you looked at his hand between your lips.

“I don’t like repeating myself. This mouth has two jobs, okay? Either it’s wrapped around my cock, or it’s shut, do you understand?”

You squeezed your thighs together and nodded frantically, closing your mouth when he let go. 

“Perfect. Back on your knees, sweetheart.”

You scrambled to do so, your wings following your breath by rising and falling at a heightened pace.

Dabi pointed to the ground, “Head down.”

You followed, letting your cheek fall to one side while the other allowed you to have one eye up to either man.

Shigaraki had his arms crossed, not able to move much further than he already was, while Dabi was reaching into his pocket. It was another one of those glass vials, this one filled with a transparent liquid.

It took you a while to understand its purpose, struggling to remain silent and still as he nudged your ass with his boot, encouraging you to raise your hips.

His softened cock began to swell again, unusually so. You didn’t know much about human physiology, but you knew that for a man, it was uncommon.

He tossed the vial aside and finally left your eyesight, the crunch of leaves from the floor as he sat behind you making your heart thump hard against your chest.

There was some pressure, and then your cunt was being filled, his cock sheathing you with no warning at all.

A moan spilled from your lips, knuckles turning white from grabbing onto tufts of grass while he sunk further and further within you. 

Dabi fucked you mercilessly on the ground, as if he were some uncontrollable dog meanwhile Shigaraki watched silently in front of you. Their judging stares only made you more likely to cum, finding that it had barely taken a few pumps in and out before your vision blurred.

Dabi laughed, and true to sadistic nature, he set a brutal pace. One that left you overstimulated but obedient, letting him continue until he came dryly inside of you. 

Beside the sound of crickets and rustling leaves from the wind, no one uttered a word. You and Dabi harmonized as you panted for breath, you being the first to give into your exhaustion by shutting your eyes.

You simply weren’t used to this attention.

After a few minutes, Dabi helped you up and when you realized just how spent you were -  covered in dirt and cum and tears - you wobbled. Shigaraki made no complaints as you chose to rest your weight against him, his finger touching along your wings. 

You were twitching with sensitivity, looking up at Dabi.

“Kiss?” 

Dabi licked his lips as he pulled his trousers back up and buttoned them together, obliging you with one. 

Clothing has never been something you concerned yourself with until you met Dabi either. Humans cared about covering their sex and privates, meanwhile for you, it was merely a hassle. Nudity was a given. If you were to spend all day in the water, a piece of fabric was unnecessary. In front of these two, nudity was almost embarrassing . They looked at you as if you were something they could eat and they’ve been starving for days.

Whether that could be taken as a compliment or not was still up for debate. 

“Shiggy.” You whined, and the other man furrowed his brows at the nickname.

“Huh?”

“You too.” You urged, looking at him, as sweetly as you could. 

Shigaraki glanced at Dabi, who merely snorted but didn’t make any arguments. So with that, the younger man leaned down to kiss you, causing your wings to shift.

“Will you both take me with you?” You asked, and just like that, the atmosphere had changed.

Dabi ripped you from Shigaraki’s hold before you were able to blink and planted you over by the waning fire created from earlier.

“Don’t move from here.” He ordered, stomping back over to Shigaraki and cutting the rope free at last.

You were too far to hear what they had to say, but as the men whispered to each other, you felt oddly left out, a small pool of sadness filling your chest.

First meeting Dabi, you never anticipated that he’d be so vengeful. He struck you as a man addicted to sex and his own anger, yes, but beyond that, how were you to expect he’d carry out plans of revenge? Dabi was insistent that you know nothing more than you were already told by Shigaraki. You wondered if he feared he’d be ‘taunting’ you by revealing any of the truth.

Pushing him to be honest was futile too. Dabi was stubborn, and your tears weren’t as persuasive as you hoped they’d be in this scenario. 

Nonetheless, Dabi approached you and fixed a hand to the small of your back, leaning down to whisper, “I’m taking you home.”

Immediately, you exclaimed, “I don’t want you to leave.” 

That came out more dramatic than you had hoped it would. But the prospect of Dabi leaving you filled you with dread and a small part of you grew manic. 

Dabi grit his jaw, “It’s not up for debate . We move at dawn.” 

“Like hell I’m gonna’ let you tug me around, Touya .” You argued.

The older man squinted his eyes at you, and for a moment, you could see a little fire leave his fists. Perhaps you shouldn't have used his birth name. Though, if he thought you were nothing but a warm body to use, he was deadly mistaken. 

Just as he was stubborn, you could be equally so.

He stepped forward, which encouraged you to step back.

“Sweet girl . Don’t start pissing me off today. I’m in no mood for it.”

Your fists curled by your side, snapping your wings and stomping a foot down with adamancy.

“That’s not fair.” You stated, proudly. 

Dabi loomed over you, his shadow from the fire causing your resolve to weaken and cower.

“I don’t care. ” 

You wanted to scream at him for that. Dabi got under your skin more than anyone you’ve ever met. How he was able to keep such strong determination was a mystery to you, but you weren’t interested in rolling over for him this time. 

Despite Shigaraki being completely detached from this conversation, you sought him out for some sense of diplomacy. The pleading look you gave him didn’t seem to affect him though, turning his head the other way which properly caused your temper to heat.

“Why do you keep confusing me? When you follow me around, and kiss me, then fuck me, you said I wasn’t a pet. What am I to you? An experiment?”

Dabi kneeled next to his belongings and tossed his book into his bag then breathed out, “Looks like you aren’t confused. I’ll let you pick. You go home alone, or you can let me take you there, safe and sound, hm?”

“I’m not going anywhere.”

Dabi strapped the buckle down on his bag and smoothed the hair away from his cyan eyes, “Perfect, then perhaps when I pin your wings over on that tree, I'll find you where I left you when I return.” For emphasis, he jerked his head over to it, 

Your blood boiled, practically screaming, “You’re such a prick!”

The dark-haired man snorted, lifting up from the floor, “Mm, don’t miss it too much.”

You huffed. Dabi was relentless with his insults. 

Shigaraki was still disengaged; you would be surprised if he was even paying attention. You went and sat next to the younger man anyway, feeling resentful towards Dabi’s decisions. Why did he treat you this way and expect you not to retaliate? 

As Dabi put his things together, you stood up, about to protest again, but soon found him crowding your space and cupping your jaw almost sweetly.

There was a softness that wasn’t there earlier, admittedly helping you relax. His thumb caressed your jaw, and with it, your heart swelled.

“Dabi, please ?” You tried once more, much softer with your voice, “You know I’ll be good. I won’t get in the way, I promise. I really do.”

The man peered at you with a genuine expression, brushing a strand of your locks behind your ear, “Oh yea?”

Were you getting through to him? 

“Yes, of course.” You swore, “On my best behavior.”

There was a hum, and when you nuzzled your hand into his palm, it was then that you realized your vision was fading.

Shit .

“Don’t get into trouble.” He warned, the smell of smoke and something unnatural filling your nose. The bones in your body no longer had any weight, and neither did your body. You weren’t able to speak as you soon fell unconscious, the last image you were able to catch being Dabi frowning down at you.

You couldn’t gouge how long you had been put to sleep when you finally woke up. It felt as though it had been a mere second, but when you sat up from the lying position you’d been in, and studied the sun’s placement in the sky, and realized the fire from before was put out, and a little charm you recognized from Dabi’s necklace was left in your hand…

You sat back down in defeat. 

They were both gone.

The days had bled together by the third week of Dabi’s absence. All three girls from your pod noticed your lack of joy, but none made any comments. At least, not to your face. 

You could only imagine what they said behind your back, but for your own sanity, you wished not to know. 

You didn’t understand it. Has Dabi charmed you? Truth be told, you were certain he had done nothing of the sort. There was a layer of hatred you harbored for him, blaming him for getting tangled up with whatever mess surrounded his existence. What was worst of all was that he probably didn’t even care. He’d move on to the next pretty little thing that caught his attention.

When it boiled down to it, you didn’t know a thing about the man. His life, his upbringing, his morals. Dabi didn’t have much of the third, which was meant to be the largest deterrent, right?

He was supposedly the prince. And what girl didn’t dream of spending the rest of her life with a man of royal blood? The only problem was that Dabi was not noble nor a gentleman in the slightest. Mean and cold would be the best way to describe him. 

It was funny because from what little information you knew about the royal family, his majesty wasn’t so nice and sweet either. The apple didn’t fall far from the tree, huh?

You sat on your own, but boredom was a fickle thing, driving you to seek some sort of answer by the fourth week. 

For closure, you reasoned. Yes, closure. 

You told no one about your idea either. It wouldn’t do you any good to tell the girls for many reasons. Some would tattle, you were sure. The rest would attempt to talk you out of it. And God, you simply didn’t want to deal with that inconvenience. 

At home, you peered at your reflection in the mirror with half admiration and half a puddle of disappointment. 

It was difficult to pass off as a human. Even the color of your skin differed from that of the warm-blooded mammals, using herbal methods to tone your skin away from its natural glow. Your wings were particularly a hassle, having to sew a corset that would grant them freedom, but then a shawl that dipped low enough to cover them when they were tucked. For extra measure, you tied them down to your back using the thin rope from your bed. 

Sewing a dress hadn’t been too strenuous either, aiming to create one that matched those those human women wore. It took upwards of three days to complete it, but with all the intricate stitching, you were pleased with the result. They liked long skirts and simple corsets, necklines that covered far too much, in your opinion, but what could you do? Parting from your jewelry saddened you the most, but being covered with jewels and pearls would attract too much unwanted attention. 

You left your earrings in out of forgetfulness and even kept the cross that Dabi had gifted you before disappearing. It was a cross, though its loop hung from the opposite side, exactly how he wore it. You simply kept it in your pocket, a small comfort for this ridiculous plan you were committed to pursuing. 

Your journey into town was foreign, never exactly venturing that far save for when you had gone searching for Dabi. 

He must have chosen the town for a reason. Yes, there was the chapel, but was that really all? There was something you were missing, a piece of history that connected both men and his lineage to the town, and you planned to figure it out. 

Arriving at one of the entryways, you could see a line of people waiting to be granted entrance by the guards stationed at the gate. Bypassing security measures hadn’t been an issue in the past, but to conceal your identity, you couldn’t exactly fly over the walls and expect no questions or anger. 

You dumbly stood from afar, trying to come up with something, anything that might excuse your lack of passport. It made you question how Dabi managed to slip in and out so freely. His striking blue eyes and spell book quickly came to mind, sighing in defeat. 

This wasn’t a bright idea. 

Giving up so easily wasn’t like you, but the trouble you were seeking could threaten your life. You knew stories of scientists and men who’d very well take you apart just because you were different. 

You turned, prepared to step back into your forest, but a hand on your shoulder prompted you to pause.

A feminine voice came, “Excuse me?”

Your heart stopped, fear crossing you for a brief moment.

Was it a guard, coming to take you away into captivity? 

You turned your neck, trying not to show worry.

The sight of a short but busty woman filled your vision, your eyes darting down to her outstretched hand. 

Upon inspection, your alarm was displaced almost embarrassingly fast by how in awe of her appearance you were. Smooth tan skin to contrast a head of clean white hair flowing down to her waist. 

She held herself with damn near perfect posture, one hand on her hip while the other jerked lightly, encouraging you to take the jewelry from her hand.

“I believe you dropped this.” She smiled sweetly, your moment of admiration falling at the sight of a black object shining in her palm. Your expression laxed at the knowledge that she was simply doing a good deed, taking Dabi’s charm that had slipped from your pocket and putting it back into your dress. 

You must have dropped it from continuously fiddling with it, a nervous tic at this point.

“Ah, thank you.” You breathed out in relief, finally allowing yourself a moment to look. Alas, you glanced away as soon as you looked because…well, she was a very blessed woman, to say the least.

According to your admittedly incomplete and superficial research, women didn’t tend to wear dresses that showed off that much cleavage. There was something to be desired by the cut of some garments that humans wore, but they tended to be hidden underneath. 

A pregnant silence followed your blatant gawping, realizing she was staring at you with narrowed eyes. The suspicion on her expression caused your hair to stand on end, speaking with a rushed stammer, “I have to go now, but thank you again! I appreciate it.” And with that, you began to walk away in the other direction. 

Yes, toward the forest.

Before you were able to get more than two steps in, the woman grabbed you by the wrist. It wasn’t rough, but it was firm.

Again, sweat began to bead on the back of your neck.

You hadn’t even done anything and yet you’ve been found out. How silly were you to think you could get away with this?

“You’re not from here.” She studied.

Your throat dried.

No you most certainly were not. 

With a swallow, you weren’t content with being defeated so simply. However, to lie would be pointless seeing as she’s already doubted you. 

“No.” You answered truthfully, trying to tug your wrist free. 

You were sure you could run faster than her. The issue was trying to make an escape without stirring too much attention. The last thing you needed was a herd of angry villagers storming after you. 

She shook her head, drawing your observation back to her delicate facial features. Everything about her seemed soft and warm. The woman even smelled earthy, which was an odd scent but one you favored. Dabi tended to smell like fire, but he wasn’t exactly an innocent civilian.

“Neither am I.” She suddenly revealed, properly making you pause.

This was dangerous. You shouldn’t stay here a second longer. That’s what reason told you.

Hesitantly, you prodded anyway, “What do you mean?”

You should have listened to your instincts, warning you that risking your life for that man was not worth it. Now you were about to be strapped to a table and poked and prodded with sharp objects. You felt as though your life had flashed before your eyes, your heart hammering harder against your ribcage. 

“Listen, I don’t know what your deal is, but loitering around the gates is just as suspicious as no passport.” The woman’s voice dropped, as if she were ensuring no one would overhear your conversation, “And creatures like us need to stick out for each other.” 

You raised a brow.

Creature?

“...I don’t follow.” 

The woman rolled her red beady eyes. Considering this your only other real interaction with a human, you found it interesting that her appearance was not like Dabi’s, not even in the slightest. There was something different about her. 

“How about I help you get in the village, hm? You’ll never get in on your own.” She reasoned, a smirk pulling her lips

You ripped your hand free. 

“Sorry, but I’m not interested.” Attempting to keep your voice confident was difficult, but you forced some resolve into your words anyway, “I think you are confused.” 

At that, the short woman laughed. It was smooth and pleasant to your ears. She waved her hand in dismissal, “Sweetheart, I am anything but confused. Now it is your choice, at the end of the day.”

When you didn’t acknowledge her retort, she again spoke, “I’m Rumi, and you are?”

For some reason, you were inclined to give her your name, mostly with the intention of perhaps getting her to leave you alone.

It seemed to have the opposite effect.

“Pretty. Pretty name for a pretty girl.” She practically purred, looking you up and down. 

Your silence stretched again, not sure what to say or do. She didn’t seem hostile, but your compass for measuring someone’s potential to harm was probably broken.

Sighing, you shrugged, “All I can ask is that you please let me be. I won’t come here again, sorry to have bothered your village.”

The woman laughed, finding the sound oddly alluring, “It’s not my village either, sweetheart. My offer still stands. I promise I don't wish to harm you or bring you any trouble.”

“Then why would you bother helping me?” You snapped, covering your mouth at your own rudeness. 

She blinked, then again laughed loudly, making you shrink.

“What can I say? Haven’t played with anyone as cute as you in a long time.” Then she fixed you with a more genuine expression, her eyes softening, “I truly won’t put you in danger. Look.” Rumi displayed a stamped paper to you, written neatly with ink that showed both her name, birthdate, as well as her hometown. Another town within the kingdom, you assumed.

It seemed legitimate. But what would you know?

“Hm?” She encouraged, tilting your chin up, making heat suddenly fill your cheeks.

Her eyes roamed all over you. Her behavior was strange, yes, but not bad.

No, not bad at all,

“Fine.” You agreed, surprising even yourself. 

Her brows lifted, clapping her hands together before immediately offering her arm to you, “Oh splendid! It’s a little thrilling, isn’t it?” 

You all but hummed, not sure what to make of this predicament. 

Trying to question her further was a task you weren’t quite willing to undertake. So the two of you joined the line, and that’s when you felt yourself grow on edge, nerves settling properly. 

She adjusted the hat on her head and then leaned down to whisper, “Just follow my lead and you won’t get caught. I’ve done this dozens of times, alright?”

You nodded and willed yourself to take a breath.

As you approached the front of the queue, her hand discreetly planted on the dip of your waist, her fingers long and gentle, but nonetheless strong.

You looked up at her, confused, but she merely spared you a look, her expression focused and serious to the guard now in front of her. She handed him her identification and the two of you stood, her hand squeezing tighter around your hip. 

To steady yourself, you put your palm on her chest, the guard darting his eyes from Rumi to you, jerking his head.

Rumi then snatched your chin warmly, tilting your head up, “My wife.” She uttered smoothly, the very set of words pulling you into a state of shock, swallowing down anything you wanted to say. 

She rubbed your cheek with her thumb and that made it clear what she wanted, so you suppressed your nerves and leaned over to kiss her on the cheek. 

“Shy thing.” She commented, and the guard hummed, handing her the paper and motioning for you both to enter.

The relief that washed over you once you were inside was like no other, a smile quickly growing on your lips as you peered at her with awe. As soon as you weren’t within earshot of the guard, you joyfully regarded her with, “Rumi, thank you!”  

She gave you a quick pat on the back and fixed the gloves on her hands, shrugging, “Oh, it was no problem. Just a little fun.” You nodded, feeling the rush of adrenaline still coursing within you, “Now how about I show you around town a little and you can tell me what business you have here? I believe it’s a fair trade, no?”

You decided there was no harm in it. Rumi was helpful this far, and maybe it was naive of you to trust just any stranger, but her attention was more comforting than you care to admit. She wasn’t like the girls from your pod. Always judging and spouting rules. You bet they had their own secrets, so why did they judge you so harshly?

Rumi took you on a walk around the village, surprised by how chatty she was. She claimed to visit frequently, many of her friends residing in this part of the kingdom. Her story consisted of leaving her family when she was young and jumping into school for ‘practicality in the real world.’ Studying nutrition and athletics , of all things. You knew little of sport, but from what you’ve seen in books and heard from people made you curious. 

Although Rumi was covered head to toe in clothing, she definitely carried herself with a strong physique. Not more than a man, but more than any other woman you’ve come across.

“Why would you choose academia?” You prodded, and she described feeling drawn to it from a young age. 

You suspected she was just simply smart and needed a challenge in her life. 

Well, smart and beautiful. You’ve rarely spoken with human women before - though you sensed she wasn’t exactly human - so the interaction was almost comforting to you. You loved your friends dearly, but they had a tendency of pushing you away. It’s why you couldn’t share everything with them. Not that you’d make the mistake of trusting a complete stranger either. 

However, you began revealing details of yourself almost naturally.

“How about you? I know you’re not from this village - ” She paused, then gave you another glance up and down, “ - or any village, for that matter. Too beautiful.”

You blushed, waving a hand, “You sound like my lover. That’s not true, I’d say you’re far more attractive. But no, I'm not from here. Though, I can't really say either.” You confessed with warm cheeks. 

The woman raised a brow, amusement leaking in her tone as she echoed, “ Lover ?”

You bit your lip, shrugging, “I suppose.” 

“Now you can’t leave me hanging like that! A lover, hm? Is he handsome?” 

Your body got tingly, thinking about Dabi. It was pointless to focus on your anger with him now that he wasn’t here. After all, you doubted he was even thinking of you at all, let alone negative emotions. So why should you let that bother you? 

“Others might not agree, but I think he’s very handsome indeed.” 

The woman hummed, clearly enjoying this conversation as she led you along a cobblestone road, further into the town, “My, you’re very taken by him, aren’t you? What’s the most romantic thing he’s done for you?” 

It took a moment to think. Dabi wasn’t exactly…romantic, per say. Then you lit up, reaching into one of the bags tied to your waist to retrieve the drawing he had done for you. You unfolded it then handed it over, watching for her reaction the same way Dabi had done when you were first given the gift.

Rumi’s brows lifted, a smirk growing across her lips.

She glanced over at you.

“A bit crude, don’t you think?” 

You chewed on your cheek as she continued to admire the sketch, “He can be, at times.”

Rumi eventually handed it back to you, this time clearing her throat. Her eyes averted from you suddenly, which piqued your curiosity.

“Does he plan to marry you, then?” She asked.

It was a question you’ve never properly thought of. Fairies never needed marriage. It was purely a human ritual that your species had no interest in. 

“He’s made comments about it.”

Before the conversation was able to deepen more than that, Rumi led you around the corner of the town square, gesturing to what was a bustling marketplace. 

Already entranced, you let your eyes wander all around. It was loud and lively, people weaving between one another as they carried baskets and bags full of different foods and items.

“Don’t stray too far from me. It’s very busy today.” 

You nodded and followed along as Rumi skillfully made her way around the bazar. Everything smelled amazing, watching as the street vendors sold bread, fresh meats, fish, spices and vegetables. 

A man with a long beard was offering samples of diced red tuna, which you took humbly, “Mm, Rumi, would you like to try?” You spoke between bites. 

The woman dismissed you simply, “I’m a vegetarian, dear.” 

So you didn’t pester her further, marveling at how sprightly this little town was. Deeper into the market, you found interest in booths that sold clothing and jewelry, some selling woven baskets and others with more interesting trinkets. 

You paused near an open door that was set up with flowers, leaning down to smell some of the white lilies and red roses. Rumi seemed preoccupied with another bouquet of hydrangeas, so you moved on to look at the jewelry in another booth. Everything was handmade and gorgeous . Living in the forest, you rarely get to see man-made items like this . 

And while you didn’t enjoy bragging, you were rather proud of yourself for making your own jewelry and clothes. 

A tap on your shoulder made you turn, finding Rumi standing with a single red rose in her hand, offering it to you.

You bit your lip and accepted it shyly, not sure what to say.

You landed on, “You’re awfully sweet to me.”

The glimmer in her eye was not entirely innocent, “It’s not every day I meet such a lovely girl.”

It sounded like flattery, but more so than that, it came off as flirtatious. Would you be wrong to assume it was? Your ego certainly didn’t need more attention. But women tended to be more conniving and passive aggressive toward you, not kind and gentle.

Choosing to play into her hand, you offered a smile in return and continued walking, the sound of her footsteps followed by her hand touching the small of your back again pulling a smirk to your face. She nearly brushed over your wings. They were sensitive as is being cooped up in your shawl. Yet, you didn’t let yourself get surprised. 

“I doubt you need to keep the act up, anymore.” You mused, “The guards are nowhere to be seen.”

Rumi then leaned down to purr into your ear, “ I’m not doing this for the guards.”

That properly made you catch your breath, ignoring your heart skipping a beat. 

No, this was wrong. You shouldn’t be entertaining her. If Dabi were to return, you’d never hear the end of it.

Well, would he return? The doubts that ran through your mind were depressing, but you couldn’t afford to be optimistic either. He had a death wish. His state of health was horrible. Who knows who else he’s made enemies with. 

You willed yourself not to think of him. It filled you with too much dread, and the sunshine was too nice on your skin to allow thoughts of him to dishearten you. 

As you both neared the end of the market, you were prepared to request she take you back, not knowing your way around and admittedly feeling a bit too warm covered in all these layers. Before you had the chance, you walked by a popular booth where a couple of women were seemingly exchanging gossip. The scandalized ‘oh’s and hushed swapping of judgment were nothing new to you.

That was, until you properly overheard the conversation, pausing at hearing the mention of a chapel. And fire . . 

The incident took place several weeks ago, so you hated to admit it, but you had nearly forgotten about it. 

Unable to control yourself, you prodded with the sweetest voice you could muster, “Have they found out who’s responsible?”

One of the women paused, her bright blonde hair peeking out from her summer hat as she turned to you and gave a sad shake of her head, “There was an investigator, he’s found no evidence, or possible suspects and it’s been weeks . I’m surprised the town isn’t more afraid, but then again, most of us are just happy to be rid of that damn place.” Then she faced another one of her friends, wiggling her fingers comically, “It was cursed.”

“Cursed?” You coaxed, Rumi stalling beside you with an interested but silent expression. 

“Yes, cursed. The king had wanted it torn down and rebuilt in another location. But the priest wouldn’t have that since it was a generational property. He couldn’t stand to lose it even though his majesty offered quite a pretty penny for it.”

You furrowed your brows, “His majesty? Why would he be interested in the property being closed?”

At that, the woman peered at you as if you were daft, “What a silly question, dear. That evil son of his had made deals with a very powerful sorcerer on that land. They had him buried there after being executed. Wouldn’t you do the same? It’s hardly holy. Probably crawling with the devil.”

You frowned. It was harder and harder trying to understand Dabi’s purpose with any of this newfound knowledge. Dark magic was outlawed in most kingdoms, that was simply common sense, but warranting a death penalty for the both? You were starting to doubt that a ‘friendship’ was all the two men shared with one another. 

Afraid of the answers, you chose not to question any further, nodding, “Thank you, I apologize for intruding on your conversation.” 

The woman waved you off in a light-hearted manner, “It was no problem. Enjoy the sun while it’s still out!”

Rumi coiled her arms with yours and pulled you back down toward the alley, a look of amusement plastered on her face. Once alone, Rumi spoke softly, “Chapel? Do you have something to do with that, young lady?”

The nickname made you roll your eyes, but clear your throat, “Of course not.” You couldn’t afford to waver in that lie, “But, that is why I've been interested in this village. The chapel burning is strange, isn’t it?” A white lie. Surely, no harm. 

The woman shrugged, as if she couldn’t give a damn, “The Todoroki family and their drama pisses me off. This town should be worried, but of course it’s easier to pretend as though nothing is happening.” She scoffed.

You rubbed her arm as if to soothe her, surprised when she flexed beneath your touch and softened her features.

“Sorry.” She began, “I simply don’t believe we should have to pay for the king’s problems.” She huffed, and the anger on her face was oddly attractive, biting your lip to keep from laughing. It was difficult to take her seriously when she was so short, the hand on her hip really pulling it together.

Unable to control yourself, a giggle crept off your tongue. 

Rumi was just so passionate when she spoke. Finding someone as opinionated and confident as she was rather energizing. You found her to be rather cute.

“Are you laughing at me, you little brat?” Though she was scolding you, there was a playful hint to each vowel she tossed in your direction.

You shook your head quickly, though that smirk growing on her face made you think otherwise.

“Never.”

The woman stood in front of you and tilted your head to look at her, “No, I believe you were.” Then her eyes narrowed sharply, “Seems like I’ll have to punish you.”

Your legs squeezed together, feeling a heat pool in your stomach as you gawked at her, “On what grounds?” You demanded, stomping your foot.

The sultry tone laced with each and every word she said into your ear was humiliatingly arousing, “ It’s what you deserve for being a tease .” 

Side stepping her, you peered at her with half lidded eyes and began to run toward the other end of the alley, “Suppose you’ll have to catch me then!” You grinned, catching her eyes squinting in a predator-like fashion.

You dashed away from her line of sight and weren’t surprised to hear her chase after you, running around the corner of the building.

Blood was rushing in your ears, heart racing at the prospect of getting caught. 

Playing cat and mouse with Dabi was one thing. With Rumi, you didn’t know what to expect, and that was the exciting aspect to it. 

You continued to run, and at some point, the sound of her following disappeared. When you no longer heard any footsteps at all, you came to a slow stop and looked around, exhilarated.

Hands on your knees, you tried to catch your breath, feeling a little uncomfortable at the glare from the sun sinking into your exposed skin. 

Turning your head, you shrieked at the sight of Rumi standing a mere few inches from you, her body cornering you to the brick wall. 

No one was around. Completely alone, the two of you. 

Her breath was hot and heavy against your cheek, neither of you wishing to speak. A hand ghosted over your waist, her lips brushing over the spot beneath your jaw that was meant to only be accessed by Dabi. 

Somehow, you were unable to think of him in that moment when her shadow was looming over you. 

You pressed a hand to her chest once you were able to gain some clarity to your previously excited mind. She leaned back rather than make any other terribly luring motions, giving you a chance to inhale properly. 

“You’re fast.” You commented, panting still.

Rumi licked her teeth, wiping sweat from her snow-colored brows to affirm, “I am.”

Once you gathered your bearings, you erupted into a fit of giggles. Rumi prompted you with an amused but curious, “Everything alright?”

You sighed and wiped a tear of laughter from your eye, “I haven’t had this much fun in ages. A day spent like this…I truly never thought it would exist.”

Opening up so carelessly hadn’t been in your plans, and yet, it had come out with such ease. Surely Rumi was capable of being trusted. She’s shown you this much grace so far, and if she wished to harm you, she would have done so already.

“Don’t you have any friends? Besides your lover, of course.” She questioned. 

You tilted your head back against the brick, “I do. They’re not particularly nice to me when I don’t behave as they wish.”

A solemn attitude crossed her visage, pursing her lips before concluding, “Ah, then they’re not true friends.” 

Her commentary made you uneasy, but not because she was wrong, rather because she was a little too correct. You weren’t prepared to give up the life you’ve always known. But hiding amongst this town with Rumi provided you with a sense of individuality you hadn’t realized you possessed.

Even your sexual escapades with Dabi shed light. You have been miserable. Spoiled rotten, yes. But miserable.

Feeling faint, your vision blurred for a brief moment before going double crossed, grabbing onto her arm for support.

“What’s wrong?” She supported your weight, but her voice sounded further away than you knew it was.

“I think I need to lie down.” You managed to get out, a ringing escalating in both your ears.

“You’re sweating quite a bit, and your face is red.” She made note, dabbing your forehead with her sleeve, keeping a calm tone, “Let’s get these layers off you. The sun must be exhausting you - ”

“No!” You grabbed your small cape, shaking your head, “I can’t take it off!”

The two of you shared eye contact, which is when you realized you had cornered yourself. So you’d make due. 

“…Not here.”

Where you thought she’d mock your or perhaps question ‘why,’ you were surprised to see her give a curt nod, instead suggesting, “How about I take you to my house? It’s a little dusty as I haven’t been for a few months, but it’s tidy.” 

You nodded, unable to think too hard about the choices you had.

Rumi helped you walk through the road, winding through different buildings until you arrived at a small circular door, secluded from other homes in the area. Perfectly her size, you thought to yourself.

She guided you inside, her thin and soft fingers clutching yours as she set you down on a bed. The room had stagnant air, but the insulation inside was cooling, so you didn’t complain. As soon as you were seated, Rumi held a cup of water to your lips which you drank, some spilling from the corner of your lips. She wiped it with her finger then placed it down on a table beside the bed.

As you made yourself comfortable, Rumi removed her own cape and hood, hanging it on a coat hanger by the door. She had plants all over her home, and it smelled awfully like the outdoors which comforted you further.

As soon as Rumi stood on her toes to mount the fabric, you spotted something sticking out from the bottom of her vest. Something fluffy and round.

She turned around before you could continue your study, her eyes snapping to yours immediately.

A smirk twisted upon her full lips, “See something you like?’

Your heat stroke must have disappeared if you were able to roll your eyes at her and rebuttal, “You’re an incredible flirt.”

She joined you on the mattress, sitting on her side with her hand cradling her head, “But you enjoy the attention, don’t you?”

Oh, this woman was very bold, wasn’t she?

“I refuse to answer that.” You huffed.

“No need to.” She admired her polished fingernails then jerked her chin at you, “I’m sure your partner takes advantage of being able to read your emotions so clearly, as will I tonight…” 

Suddenly, a finger was trailing along your shoulder.

It dawned on you that this woman intended to bed you. Indulging was a very inviting idea, but even you weren’t dumb enough to think to get away with infidelity. The man had a claim over you. One that you weren’t able to shake, feeling around for that cross hiding in your dress’s pocket. 

Sighing, you took her fingers and clutched them with care and sincerity. She turned your hand and kissed your knuckles, “Don’t worry. I know you are taken.” 

The statement brought relief to wash all over you. Rejection was a terrifying notion. Experiencing it petrified you, yes, but administering it was just as easily troublesome. 

Rumi continued to caress up and down your arm as the two of you enjoyed some peace from your vibrant day. You must have dozed off at some point because your eyes had begun to droop, waking up to the sound of what was a page turning sharply.

Beside you, Rumi was lying on her side with a book. You watched her eyes as they scanned each sentence from the novel, tucking your fingers beneath your head as you mirrored her posture.

“Rumi.” Your voice came out hoarse, still sleepy but in the mood to converse. 

The woman glanced at you, then hummed, encouraging you to speak.

“You know of King Todoroki, don’t you?”

With your simple question, you were met with a simple answer, “Yes, of course.” Her eyes didn’t stray from the book.

A storm of courage made you yawn, casually choosing to reveal, “Well…I met his son.”

Finally, you were able to gather her attention. Her head lifted briefly, followed by folding a corner of the paper to shut the book so she could answer, “Oh, have you? I met him too, briefly.”

Your eyes widened for only a moment, because then she went on to describe, “Yes, I believe it was at a ball, but he was a little shy. Not very sociable. I was more interested in that sister of his. Ah, what was her name, such a sweet girl… ah ! Fuyumi!” Then she looked off, as if remembering something fondly. 

Her ramble was dissolved lightly with, “Well in any case, tell me how Natsuo is. It’s been a while since I've seen him.”

The other girls had not been fond of your lover for many reasons beyond his dark magic. Rumi seemed much more level-headed then those three, so you swallowed your tension in favor of shaking your head, “No, not Natsuo.”

Rumi’s expression darkened, ever so slightly.

It should have been your warning to cease your blabbing, but you eventually revealed, “His older brother.”

There was a delay in response. 

Then abruptly, she sat up.

“Sweetheart,” Rumi’s eyes bore into your own, heavy gravity to her tone, “I do hope you’re joking .” 

You have not heard Rumi sound so serious since meeting her. Alarmed was not the right word you’d use to describe how you felt in that moment.

You furrowed your brows, ignoring your dark intuition, “He’s the man I was telling you about.” 

Rumi scoffed, “Your lover is Touya ?”

You nodded.

Rumi was evidently at a loss for words. She stared at you, a look of disbelief crossing her. 

“Touya…” She repeated, then rubbed the bridge of her nose, “That - Touya , he’s…no. No, no, no.” She looked you dead in the eye, then emphasized, “Touya is a very bad man.”

Oh, was that all? Blah, blah, blah. You were growing bored of this conversation. It was one thing to hear it from the girls from your pod, but another to hear it from Rumi. She was effectively a stranger. Yes, you were growing fond of her, but that didn’t mean you invited her opinion of the man you chose to bed. 

“Yes, I know. But I hardly see how it concerns you.” You found yourself speaking, conviction in your voice. The judgment you received from everyone regarding this was beginning to grow on your nerves.

Dabi was yours. He’s done bad things, perhaps. But your sympathy for him…well, you didn’t believe it to be misplaced. 

“It does concern me if I’ve allowed a traitor into my home.” She accused, making you scowl.

The accusatory demeanor she regarded you with brought tears of frustration to your eyes. Defending Dabi was not the job you had sought for yourself, yet that’s exactly where you found yourself.

“I’m not a traitor . I don't understand why you’re saying these things.” You rubbed an eye, lifting your body to sit upright, “He’s sweet. He’d never hurt me - ”

“Oh, yes , I'm sure he’d never hurt you. Not unless you cross him. You do realize his history, don’t you?” 

“Yes.” You huffed, feeling much more guarded than you would have liked.

You didn't want to have this conversation anymore, turning away from her and in fact, building up the courage to leave. Before you were able to, the woman laughed, but it sounded a little bitter, shaking her head, “No, I don't think you do. Touya is wanted for the attempted murder of his littlest brother.” 

Your blood ran cold.

That…that couldn’t be right. 

“ Touya is the reason the queen never leaves the palace, and the reason no one has seen her face for years. Your precious Touya, whose whereabouts are currently unknown. Where he’s meant to stand trial,” It was as if Rumi was now mumbling to herself, some words incoherent, but you picked up what you could, “Of course, he didn’t attend , surely because even he knows his execution is imminent. And the moment he’s caught, the king will not hesitate to do what needs to be done.” 

Placing a hand over your heart, you could feel it hitting harder and harder onto your ribcage. Your fingers were shaking, whispering his name to yourself. 

A pit formed in your lower belly. Though not for the reasons you would have liked. 

The woman snorted, “You’ve been deceived, I wouldn’t be surprised if he failed to reveal that information if it meant a warm body in his bed.”

Was that all you were to him? Something to pass the time? Dabi didn’t strike you as the type to waste his efforts on anyone else's comfort but his own. But with you, he was different.

Why didn’t you feel as terrified as you should be?

Rumi settled a comforting hand on your shoulder, rubbing the knot out of it, “I’m sorry you had to learn the truth like this. But I presume you’ve had no contact with him for a while if you’ve resorted to conducting your own investigation.”

No, you’ve had no contact because he went ahead to meet the man he wished to kill. 

“Something like that.” You breathed out, falling back into the sheets and wincing. Your wings ached, so you sat back up and begrudgingly removed your cape, revealing the strapped appendages. 

Rumi didn’t say a word, but you could feel her eyes on you. You struggled to unknot the thin rope, frustrated and huffing when you couldn’t get it undone. She took your hands to steady them and made eye contact with you, easing you into taking a long and deep breath with her.

The woman clearly had a protective nature to her. Judgment may have leaked into her speech, but she didn’t seem to sense your lack of interest in her very sordid story. Dabi was not an angel. Yes, you were well aware.

You doubted you’d love him so dearly otherwise. 

Before you knew it, she had begun to fiddle with the material, managing to have it removed swiftly and calmly. As soon as they were free, you stretched them out, flapping them gently to regain sensation. 

It was an out of body experience, this. Dabi’s history. Well, you should have known better. Right? He was no saint. Human lives and affairs were never much of a concern for you. 

But when Rumi spoke of him like this, it made him seem more vindictive than you recalled. More heartless. A little manic.

Dabi was manic. He was aggressive, very cruel when he wanted to be, and downright mischievous. 

You perhaps had come to the wrong conclusion about him though. His behavior wasn’t just sadistic, it was calculated. Psychopathic . 

His wishes for revenge on his father, you could understand. Enji didn’t have much of a reputation either. 

You felt faint again, but rather than succumb to the fear, you forced yourself to breathe. Dabi was on his way to finishing the job and you’ve practically given him a head start. 

“I’m such an idiot.” You buried your head in your hands, breathing out a long deep breath.

It came out shaky. You felt ill, pretending to have distaste for your lover. 

Did Rumi think you were dull?

Her company beside you was no longer as comforting as it once was. 

“Blaming yourself isn’t productive, dear. He played with your heart.”

You touched your pocket, where the drawing he gave you was folded.

You cried yourself to sleep, in Rumi’s arms, shamefully so but you couldn't help it. Exhaustion had crept up on you, taking you into a blissful sleep. The man you were sleeping with was practically a monster. And you’ve been letting him touch you and fuck you and win your heart over without so much as a speculation of who he really was. 

And with that truth, you were anything but deterred from his embrace.

That night, you dreamt of something different. You were stuck in a cave, with no light or end to the tunnel you were running through. Blindly searching for an escape.

You stepped in a puddle, splashing yourself in the process, but the water was boiling hot and burned your skin. To overcome the obstacle, you crossed the shallow water and managed to make it to the other side. There was something glowing further past you. You squint your eyes and approach, the glowing becoming clear, a lantern of striking blue fire lighting a dim path. 

You attempted to reach the end, but a loud thud abruptly woke you, making you gasp for breath as you sat up from the bed. 

A layer of sweat coated your body, soaking through your clothes. Beside you, Rumi was fast asleep, her body turned away but a soft snore telling you she was still unconscious. She still had her hat on, but it was tipped to the side, revealing more white hair - though it closely resembled the texture of fur. 

The thump came again, this time quietly so you perked up, looking around to see where it was coming from. 

Once again, thump.

Your senses told you it originated from the door, standing up and trembling. You probably should have hidden your wings, but you were too restless, needing to determine who or what wished to threaten your sleep.

Waking Rumi didn’t even cross your mind as you cracked the door and looked outside, not entirely satisfied to see a lack of light.

A firm hand over your mouth made you suck in a breath, searching around with your ears. Pulled from the doorway, it was quietly shut, finding that you were soon pinned to the surface. 

The smell of smoke filled your nose, and you resisted the urge to panic by holding your breath, but that was forgotten soon enough when his manic eyes smiled down at you.

“There you are doll .” 

Chapter Text

Touya felt odd. In his travels, he’s missed you terribly. True that it was unusual for him, but not completely unexpected. 

Before he left, Touya had exchanged the charm around his neck for one of your gemstone earrings, keeping the new jewelry in his pocket for safe keeping. Having it ensured he knew where you were at all times. It was merely a precaution. 

Touya preferred not to leave you alone, if he could help it. But this was a priority. And to waste more time with you than he already has would be stupid.

By the sixth day of walking, he realized he wasn’t able to comfortably think of you when he had approached the border of the Todoroki private grounds. Gold encrusted gates reminded him of a childhood spent locked behind them, circling miles from the palace itself. 

Alright, so he had been a spoiled prince, it hardly mattered now. Now, his brother would take the crown title. All those lessons in etiquette and politics and war had gone to waste. All Touya had been left with was a doomed betrothal to a woman more interested in the palace staff than him. 

Well, it hadn’t all been a waste. 

Touya knew every secret passage, every route to and from the palace.  

Shigaraki nudged his shoulder, shaking Touya out of his thoughts as he stared past the metal bars. 

“You’ve been quiet since the last village. What’s up with you?” 

He has been quiet, hasn’t he?

Touya suddenly let out a cough that he’s been holding in. It caused his heart to race, and when he looked down, there was a splatter of blood painted with the mucus.

Oh, yes. That’s why.

Shigaraki gave him a skeptical look, prodding further with his gravelly voice, “Touya?”

Another cough, but this time holding his weight upward became near impossible, gripping onto the metal and wheezing as he realized his body was giving out. It was sudden, but he should have expected it when he’s been just peachy for days. Too good to be true, right?

There was the sound of a thud from behind, but Touya had to focus on expelling all the smoke gathered in his lungs. 

With labored breath, he turned his neck to see that Shigaraki had collapsed onto the floor, making Touya widen his eyes and rush over. 

The little skin Shigaraki used to have had now melted off, leaving only his skeleton and clothing in its wake. 

Touya cursed, bringing his hands down to begin an incantation. He hardly got through the second line when he started wheezing again, trying not to choke until the coughing fit passed. 

When he glanced down at Shigaraki, he glowered, bringing a flame to his palm to instead begin the process of removal.

What a fucking hassle.

Touya felt stupid, coughing and choking on his own breath as he gripped onto a branch and tried to remain standing. He fell to his knees and emptied his lungs onto a pile of leaves, scowling at the blood tainting the dead foliage. 

Smoke blew from his nostrils and lips as he tried to gather a breath again, taking a break before he continued onward with heavy steps. It took another day to reach your forest by the village, the smell of the freshwater stream and flowers blooming down a windy path near the valley making him heave in relief. 

His plan involved retreating to you, wondering if you’d be able to patch him up long enough to finish his schemes. With Shigaraki no longer a viable option, Touya would be an idiot to waste any more time. Trekking back to the palace a second time sounded awful, but did he have a choice? 

No, he didn’t.

Stumbling upon your house was the second moment of reprieve he’s been rewarded for the day. There was still daylight, so he wasn’t surprised to find you were not home yet. He entered your abode, forcing himself to eat any leftovers that remained from your previous meal. He doubted you’d notice. Your level of observance sometimes lacked, which was perfect for him to use to his advantage, but not ideal when he had to take extra care and attention in protecting you. 

When the day bled into night, and you were still not home, Touya grew displeased, clutching the earring he stole from you within his palm. It was unlike you to spend so much time away. If you were with your friends, it was doubtful that your activities would extend past midnight. 

He gathered his belongings and went to search for you, mumbling a spell beneath his breath. As luck would have it, he barely made it past that garden of yours before he heard a noise. He hid as a caution, listening intently and glancing around with vigilance. 

Touya covered his mouth when he saw you fluttering up to your cottage treehouse, a basket in hand and his talisman around your neck. 

Though he was pleased to see you were alive and well, another part of him wanted to know what caused you to infringe on your own curfew. 

He’s been perched outside your house before, watching you from afar whether that be tending to your plants and flowers, or feeding your little collection of chickens locked in their pen.

None of his actions were out of his routine, though now, he sensed something amiss from you. Perhaps it was bad faith to return to old habits, but the deviant urge within him easily gave into temptation, choosing not to reveal himself. 

Touya grew more curious, wondering if you were upset by his leaving. You likely were, and while he was slightly indifferent to it, he thought it was cute all the same.

The moon smiled down at the forest, and Touya chose to walk up the stairs, careful as to be slow and quiet. When he made it to the top platform, he debated on whether to make his appearance. Again, he fell victim to impulse, so he instead circled around the walls until he found a window, one that allowed him an opportunity to peek inside.

Sure enough, you stood wearing a petite night slip. One he’s never seen you in before, looking into a hand-held mirror while you brushed your hair with the other. The silk was too short to be a proper dress, reaching just above your thighs so when you’d bend over, he could see your puffy cunt flashing at him from your bed.

He remained silent as he watched you set your mirror down, listening closely as you mumbled to yourself.  Touya couldn’t catch any words, but he could tell you were irritated by something . So he kept his attention fixated on your movements, seeing you pat your pillows and set them comfortably down along the perimeter of the bed by the wall.

There was a moment where you sat yourself on the edge of the mattress, letting your wings spread and flap before resting them. 

When your hands strayed from your sides to instead dip between your legs, Touya had to hold back a laugh. 

What a naughty fucking girl you were. Were you really going to touch yourself? Touya’s seen you do it plenty of times by now, the only difference was you’d been keenly aware of his presence. 

Now that you were unsuspecting, he wondered if you’d act any differently.

You were slower than he preferred. Teasing yourself by massaging around your folds, kneading your breasts with one hand while tipping your head back. A very leisurely pace, deliberate and delicate movements. It was riveting to learn what else brought you pleasure besides his own motions. 

At first, your noises were shy and reserved. It was almost impossible to hear a thing. But as your fingers disappeared in and out of your swollen pussy, you grew loud, moans raining upon his ears, gasps making his cock come to life. 

You took your time until you were properly aroused, swallowing before you inched one of those fingers deep inside. Oh, and how he’s missed that pussy too. The best one he’s ever fucked. His ex-wife was too much of a bitch for him to enjoy the sex beyond an orgasm. With you, it was a well-planned and thrilling game. You’d tease, and cry, and whine with him, just as you were doing to yourself. 

Touya couldn’t get enough, squinting his vision to catch you gyrating your hips up and down along your hand. 

Then, he heard you whine out his name. His real name. His adrenaline spiked. Did you know he was observing? 

His fantasies escaped their cage, and Touya was suddenly in the mood for a bottle of liquor, a nice strong bed, with your body bouncing on top of him, and his fingers dancing along your pretty skin. It was more domestic than how he usually envisioned you, but Touya still enjoyed the prospect of making you promise vows to him with your lips kissing up his cock.

If you weren’t an inhuman creature, he would already have had you do so.

You continued to touch yourself, bringing your body to pleasure and likely orgasming by crying out his name again. It did wonders for his ego, but was he to blame for that? It wasn’t as if he’d provoked you to do so.

Seeing you cum was a scene he was sure to replay, over and over in his head. Your entire body shivered, legs shaking as you tried to stand to begin getting ready for bed. 

Touya waited until you fell asleep, watching you turn off all the lanterns hung around your home before he entered. There was a peaceful expression on your face as you lay unconscious. The villain within him wanted to break that peace, make you cry and scream. Another part of him wanted to encourage how you used fantasies of his to bring you to a state of ultimate lust. 

When he began to grow anxious from holding in coughs of smoke, he led himself back outside into the open air, spitting crimson out onto a wilted flower. He plucked it and burned it with his fist, reciting a generic spell to give himself some relief. 

It worked. For a few minutes .

His cough returned, this time, more aggressive. Touya settled on following the length of the stream down until he discovered an abandoned cave near a handful of trees. 

It would have to work, so he camped there for the night.

He didn’t know why he was dragging this out, but he couldn’t help it. You were more desirable to him than he cared to admit. 

The next few mornings consisted of watching you yet again. He liked knowing what you were doing, and liked knowing that you were loyal to him. And he especially liked knowing that you spent every evening with your fingers stuffed up your cunt, crying out his name in worship.

You continued to invest in minimal chores, sewing or trying on clothes that you rarely left your house in.

It was on the third day that Touya realized you hadn’t been sewing and fixing yourself up for nothing though. All those hours you spent with your knees tucked below your body, a needle and thread in hand as you created garments he wouldn’t exactly attribute to your style. There was something up with you, and he planned to figure out what it was.

He was hidden behind a bush when he found you leaving your home in clothing that he believed did not flatter you one bit . And more so than that, alongside your skin covered, so were your wings. He was transfixed by how you’ve managed to hide them, wondering what on earth you meant to accomplish by dressing like a human. 

You’ve never been so virtuous in the past, to put it simply. 

He followed you, furrowing his brows when he saw you approach the village gates. Witnessing you interacting with a strange woman didn’t please him either, confused but mostly irritated that you have gone ahead and done something as dangerous as this. 

Didn’t you know that if you were caught, you’d be hung up on some man’s wall like some trophy? Touya couldn’t stand the thought.

You were his prize.

The woman was very friendly with you as well. Touya usually never saw women as a threat, but with how she was reducing you to giggles and pink cheeks with barely a word or two said, Touya knew he’d have to have her removed.

So while he was plotting how he intended to dispose of your new friend, Touya continued chasing after you. His disguise was lazy, a cloak over his head and a forget-me spell earned him easy access within the village. Odd stares and the occasional curse still showered over him when he was forced to interact with others, but letting his anger distract him was not wise. 

The village was not an obstacle he wasn’t capable of overcoming either. If Sammy had been able to enter with such ease as well, their security measures must simply be too weak. Especially if he’s been able to infiltrate for weeks before meeting you. It may have been a decade ago, but he still knew a thing or two about the town. And he’d be damned if you were swept off your feet by this stranger. 

At some point, once you retreated into what he suspected to be the woman’s home, Touya went to find a place to stay for the night. It was another inn on the other side of town. He wasn’t interested in reuniting with that innkeeper, more engrossed in preventing you from disrespecting him by spreading your legs for strangers. 

Surely you knew he only ever allowed Shigaraki to touch you because his body was expendable, right? A man who wasn’t stupid enough to think he could have you. Meanwhile this woman probably had her hands all over you.

Touya couldn't sleep. He left his bed and returned to where you were lodging, adamant on teaching you a lesson. Since he wasn’t able to see inside, he settled on other methods to drive you out. 

He considered burning the house down, but with you inside, the risk outweighed the reward of seeing that fucking woman rot.

Now, he had you pinned to the wall. It was becoming a routine, wasn’t it? You seemed to enjoy being caught by surprise, or else why would you be such an easy target? Shutting the door slowly so as to not rouse your friend’s attention, Touya instead spoke in a hiss, “I’ve been looking everywhere for you. Had I not been clear of where you were to go and remain? ” 

When he moved his grasp from your lips, your face contorted sourly, slapping his hand away, “You left me by myself. I wasn’t going to sit and wait for you for all of eternity.”

Touya glowered, “And why the hell not?”

It had been a very simple request. And he had expected you’d follow it without any more complaints. The last thing he needed was to go chasing after you. 

Did you think you’d be able to hide from him here? Touya knew this village better than half the residents here. 

But now that you were within arm’s reach, Touya wasn’t as restless as he was earlier. Touya’s body had reached a level of exhaustion that was frankly, having very negative effects on his condition. He saw the way your eyes danced up his form, particularly paying attention to the stitching on his face.

One of your fingers lifted to touch upon the scarring, now extending all across his cheek. The ones beneath his eyes felt heavier than usual. With how focused he was on you, he’s hardly noticed. But he blamed that on lack of sleep.

“You look awful.” 

Touya clutched your fingers and squeezed, “Is that any way to speak to me?”

Touya quickly came to the conclusion that your attitude was different. Where you’d usually greet him with care and sweetness, you looked almost disgusted with him.

When you didn’t answer right away, he grew suspicious. Touya’s been gone for a total of four weeks. Two of which were spent fixing the error that was bringing Shigaraki back from his grave. Burying him was the only way to prevent himself from being haunted the rest of his life. 

Unfortunately, it wasn’t as simple as taking a shovel and digging a six-foot hole. No. It was spells and potions and sacrifices, to ensure he’d be buried for good. 

None of it mattered now. Touya just wanted to reach down between your legs and feel , see if you’ve been a bad girl in his absence. 

His thoughts were interrupted by your meek voice “...So, did you do it?” 

Touya scoffed, “Shigaraki turned into a pile of bones before we made it past the kingdom gates.”

The reaction that piece of knowledge elicited out of you was strange. Your eyes lit up, looking up at him as if shocked.

Then your fingers clutched the lapel of his coat, “Really?”

Touya sighed that time. To be disappointed would be unnecessary. He failed due to his own shortcomings. His health was deteriorating by the minute. It was a price to pay for wielding his flames. 

“I’m not strong enough to keep the spell up. I needed a bigger sacrifice than some trivial priest.” Then, as Touya paused to regather his composure, he stared down at you, “I can barely breathe.” 

Your face showed contemplation. He wondered what's gotten into you for you to be acting so odd. 

That voice came out again to ask, “How did you find me?”

At that, Touya's lips stretched, making his jaw ache. He retrieved a piece of metal from his pocket and dangled it in front of you, making you gasp and quickly touch your left ear. 

Your eyes met his once more, then you reached for the jewelry. He quickly put it out of your reach. The pout on your lips was one that he’s missed terribly. 

And he was shameless about it.

“Ah, ah. Mine now.”

You attempted to grab it again but this time, Touya stuck it into his own pierced ear lobe, letting the crystal dangle to match the other one you had on. 

Location spells were child’s play. But what you didn’t know is that he’s spent just about the entirety of a week examining you. Half of that time he was delirious, drunk off pain. Touya was barely keeping himself together even now , but he refused to show you weakness. 

Blood dribbled from his lip regardless, and a concerned expression washed over your skin, clutching him tightly as his body gave out. 

You struggled to keep him upright but managed to help him sit, coughing wetly before touching his chin.

“Fuck.” He muttered, “I’m not doing so well.” He tried to tease, letting out a laugh that carried a carefree tone. You looked around, perhaps to ensure your privacy, and then you shook your head, clutching his cheeks and with a serious voice claiming, “We can’t stay here, Dabi.”

He hummed, shallow breaths making his vision swim briefly until you laid a hand on his arm, the touch bringing air into his lungs again. They were so weak, Touya didn’t think he was this far gone already.

Touya allowed you to help him toward that damn inn after all. Reaching the door, he muted the bell, urged you to be silent, and as expected, the innkeeper was asleep, evident by her vacant chair. Thus he stole one of the keys from the shelf and let you take him up the steps, your patience very sweet. 

Arriving at the room, his first instinct was to snatch your chin and pull you into a kiss. You resisted at first, but when he planted a hand on your waist and pressed you into the wall, you returned it, pulling away first to muster out, “Dabi, you’re sick . I need to, ah -  t-take care of  -”

“ Yea baby, you gonna’ make me feel all better?” He spoke, overcome by his arousal for you, pulling you right back in for more. The kiss grew deep as he swiped his tongue along your bottom lip. He could taste his own blood from earlier, but its presence was not nearly as addicting as the familiar sensation of your lips. 

You pulled away for the second time, “I’m serious.” You urged, and Touya only continued to peck your lips, dragging them lower toward the length of your throat.

Ah, you couldn’t hide those pretty whines from him, hearing your suck in a breath before mumbling, “ Please let me heal you first - ” He didn’t really feel like waiting for you to do that, but not long after, you went on to say, “ - and then you may do as you wish with me.”

It was a small compromise. A shred of patience in exchange for full reigns to turn you into his toy for the night. Some stalling in exchange for your comfort. Touya wasn’t an idiot, okay? He knew he was fucked beyond repair. He’s damaged his body too horribly. He’d be surprised if you were even able to fix even a single scar this time, let alone whatever disease was causing him to cough up blood. 

He enabled you to nudge him into a lying position on the bed, his head propped up by a pillow. The abundant clothing and fabric covering your skin was unbecoming of you, but he suspected you had been hiding in the village and meant to blend it. Touya couldn’t understand why. After all, he preferred you nearly nude with your wings gleaming behind you. Seeing them lowered was depressing.

As you brought a hand close to his chest, tugging on the leather that was keeping his tunic in place, Touya cockily stripped it off, laying back down.

You affectionately brushed the hair out of his face and Touya’s heart already began to settle. Each row of stitching that kept his skin mended together was painfully tender, however meeting your eyes offered a distraction from his discomfort. 

Warmth filled his body as your hand hovered over his heartbeat, steadying it through your natural abilities. He felt better as the time went on, absentmindedly stroking a finger along your thigh, up and down as you worked your sweet fairy magic on him.

Your fingers mapped along his chest and torso, tracing the scars covering his muscles and hovering near his lower stomach. A collection of white hair trailed down beneath his trousers, and before he knew it, you were tugging them down his legs as well. 

Touya was amused by your level of care, choosing to bite back a grin and allow you to do as you pleased which clearly involved removing all his clothes. It was quite the predicament. For the first time since meeting, he was now nude while you were fully clothed. 

Preoccupied by your gingerly affections, Touya hadn’t realized you were crying until he saw you wipe your cheeks, announcing meekly, “All done.” 

Touya snatched you by the waist within seconds and pulled you to straddle his torso. 

Finally, you made no objections as he willed you into a kiss. It was cut short however because you soon wrapped your arms around his neck and buried your face into his collarbone.

He could feel your hot tears falling onto his skin, anchoring a hand into the nape of your neck to soothe you, “Everyone thinks you're a monster. ” You sobbed.

Touya moistened his lip with his tongue. Always so sensitive, weren’t you? Consoling you was always a chore he dreaded. He wasn’t particularly skilled at easing people’s worries. And honestly, he had no interest in it. 

The only reason he was even willing to quell your anxieties was because he was in a state of bliss from your aura. Unfortunately, the only effort he was capable of making was a diversion.

 “Did you sleep with that bitch?” He found himself suddenly blurting, effectively making your sobs cease.

Oops . It slipped out, but it’s all he’s been able to think about. The idea of you being touched by anyone that wasn’t him was akin to a dagger in his chest.

“You can’t be serious?” You lifted your head, wiping your cheek again.

Touya tilted his head then lowered his eyelids, catching your fingers curling into the skirt of your dress, “Don’t make me ask again.”

Aw, were you nervous? You should be. Touya didn’t play nice, after all, and his spite has always been one of his vices, as his mother used to say. Touya didn’t share his belongings, nor his efforts, nor his interest with many people. You were no different. 

Your bottom lip quivered, but it pulled no sympathy out of him, “No.”

Touya slipped his fingers along your spine, pulling the strings to the corset to loosen it, and you didn’t resist his push as he coaxed you into lifting your hips. 

“I didn’t.” You restated, Touya catching your eyes skirting down to his lips, “I promise.” 

Touya wasn’t cruel. He believed you when you made sweet little oaths to him. And more so than that, he relished in knowing how strong of a devotion you carried toward him. 

You were his.

Unable to resist, he stole your breath again by catching your bottom lip with his teeth, tugging slightly before he licked over the chewed skin. Your eyes fluttered shut and so did his, grinding up into you.

Your gasp vibrated in his ear, swaying him into kissing you harder and longer. Nails digging into his shoulders, Touya sucked along your lip and waited until you parted them before sneaking his tongue into your mouth. 

When you disconnected, Touya breathed out a smoky, “Good.” His hand dipped into the skirt of your dress, feeling around for the warmth of your cunt, “Was afraid someone’s been spreading rumors about me.”

Your pupils dilated wider, wet skin squelching as he dug a finger into your entrance, “Wouldn’t want that, now would we?”

Clenching your teeth, Touya watched you struggle to control the noises threatening to evade your throat. There were still tears brimming from your eyes, but he had a feeling that they were no longer from your heightened emotions, “What kind of rumors would they spread?”

Touya dipped two fingers deep within your walls, reaching up to pull your breasts from the neckline of your dress, “The kind where you’d be hesitant to let me touch you like this.”

He saw something flash in your eyes. He wasn’t sure whether it was doubt, or fear. If he was any less restless, he might have prodded you to tell him what was on your mind. Toying with one of your breasts, his vengeful thoughts were interrupted by the sound of you breathing out, your shaky voice uttering, “I’m all yours, Dabi.”

His fingers retreated to instead deliver a swat over your pussy folds, “ Who ?”

“T- Touya .” You corrected, hips jolting at the rough treatment.

“‘Atta girl.” Touya praised, giving you two more wet slaps before he shoved his fingers right back inside. You looked pretty shuddering and leaning in to demand kisses. 

Touya was kind enough to oblige, using his fingers to stretch you out while a thumb to abuse your clit. It was endearing how quickly he managed to pull an orgasm out of you, barely allowing you a chance to recover as he adjusted, planting your back firmly into the mattress so he could hover over you instead.

You stared up at him, and even in the dark, he could make out the silhouette of your body. Touya lit a candle on the nightstand and then lifted your ankles to rest over his shoulders, pressing you nearly in half so he could guide his hips to yours. 

“Don’t leave me again.” You quietly begged, whining at likely the new stretch to your limbs. 

You were attached to him. But he kept thinking of how he’d been so adamant to reunite with his family and make Enji realize the error of his ways. Meanwhile, you were here, worried sick. Is this what it was like to have a woman appreciate him? He’s never given it much thought. Sammy was hardly a wife. She was more like a dictator. They were betrothed, but then what? He was meant to turn a blind eye when their bed smelled like another man? 

Touya entered your tight heat and groaned as his pain began to subside.

You were the only cure for him.

“Making demands of me, pretty fairy?” He barked out a breathless laugh, feeling his body get hot .

You batted your lashes innocently at him, “I would never.” 

Oh, but you would. Touya would be an idiot to think you didn’t have some level of power over him. He was addicted to how you eased the chronic agony that all his skin and muscles held. Touya feared he wouldn’t live until tomorrow, but death wasn’t exactly what frightened him. He was already dead to his family, to the kingdom. 

It was the first time Touya felt intimacy with a woman. Sex tended to be more of a primal instinct rather than a crave for companionship. Touya didn’t plan on disclosing that knowledge though, attuning to your reactions as he thrusted, taking care not to burn you.

“ - away together.” He heard you suddenly mumble, shy eyes avoiding him. So he grabbed your chin and forced you to look in his direction, chasing down your gaze until they locked with him. 

“Speak up.”

With a loud whimper, a tear strayed from your eye, dropping down onto your cheek.

The bed creaked with each thrust he pummeled into you.

“Want to run away together.” You choked out, crying out as he paced the tip of his cock hard into your cunt, “ Just you and me. ”

He laughed bitterly, “And where exactly did you have in mind?”

Your eyes welled up further, reaching out blindly to grab onto him. He leaned closer and made no protest as you coiled your arms around his neck, “Wherever you want, Touya. I’ll follow you.”

Touya snorted, securing your legs as he angled himself to meet his hips more aggressively against your own, “My, that sounds an awful lot like a love confession.”

You tipped your head back and he felt your cunt squeeze him tight.

“What if it is?” You furrowed your brows at him, and the mere insinuation was enough to make him pull out. 

You blinked in surprise then frowned, beginning to question what was wrong. Touya gripped your ankles and yanked you over to the edge of the mattress where he stood causing you to scream.

His hand slapped down over your mouth, “Shut up .” 

That look of fear that filled your face was only further motivation to him, so he adjusted your body to his liking, hiking one leg up to stretch you while your other leg dangled from the bed. When he pulled his hand from your mouth, you seemed to understand by wrapping the leg over his torso. Your knee was practically to your ear as he thrusted in again, causing you to let out a whine.

Fucking you never bored him. You took it so well. And if you ever did complain, he took it as foreplay and used it as an excuse to put you in your place. Reading your thoughts was never difficult either. You wore your emotions on your face, and bled your heart out through tears. It’s what he enjoyed about you.

You weren’t cold and heartless like Sammy. You didn’t care about his past, which he suspected you knew in great detail now that you’ve had a chance to sight see his dear old birth village. 

And Touya’s never been good at masking his true self. Which you liked to describe as being rough and abrasive. 

Perhaps he was. Touya had no plans on changing any aspect about himself. 

The sound of a blade ringing by his ear made him pause, his hair standing on end accompanied by you letting out a shocked gasp.

Both of you stilled as Touya came to realize the noise was not from you, nor himself. 

Your eyes were swollen but widened in fear, scrambling to free yourself from him as you announced a name he didn’t recognize, “ Rumi ?”

He was tempted to move, but the sharpness of the dagger digging into the side of his neck made him rethink and narrow his eyes. 

Silent, he turned his head, the sight of tall white bunny ears and an angry face bringing anxiety to his skin. Touya had been willing to forget your small escapade with this girl, Rumi, but now, he couldn’t let it go,

“It’s manipulation.” The woman’s voice came, words directed towards you, “Tell me, has he hurt you?”

Your face was struck by confusion, a single tear slipping from your eye, “N-no! Let go of him!” You demanded, reaching over to pry her away from him only to be kicked with one leg. 

It was strong enough to send you flying back onto the bed, crying out in pain which triggered Touya’s urgency. His fingertips lit on their own, blue flames grabbing onto the rabbit’s arm causing her to scream and let go of the blade so it clattered down to the floor.

Touya wasted no time in turning to face his assailant, pleased to find it was indeed your new friend. 

Well, she wouldn’t be for long. She’s made a terrible mistake, thinking to confront him.

“You will hang for treason, your highness.” The white-haired woman grit, her small stature overridden by her strong physique. If she was able to kick you with such ease, then she was a threat indeed. 

Touya would have to take care of her immediately. 

Restless, Touya brushed along the scar left from the blade’s touch, stomping over to the woman to grab her by the ears. 

She glared, her resolve only thickening as both of her legs suddenly lifted to push him off, sending him stumbling backward until the back of his knees hit the mattress.

Your soothing touch only lasted a short moment as you gripped one of his biceps, urging him to stand as Rumi recovered in moments and rushed over in attempts to take her weapon.

Touya coughed and gathered his balance, laughing at the woman’s taunts, “No, I don’t believe I will.” Before she could make it to the knife, he scrambled to do so first, intercepted by her fist making contact with his jaw. Touya retaliated by snatching her by the edge of her skirt and tugging her forward so he could put a knee in her gut.

“Tell me, did my father send you, little bunny?” Touya jeered, grabbing onto the side of his waist to feel the bruise there beginning to throb.

As the woman keeled over, her arms covering her stomach, Touya didn’t anticipate her recuperation being so rapid, having no time to catch her as she dodged for the knife for the second time.

Before she was able to do so, you surprised him by holding the weapon up with shaky hands, aiming it at Rumi.

Touya paused, unsure how to react. Meanwhile Rumi did not move from her position, arms kept firm in a fighting stance.

“Is that true, Rumi?” Your voice came, betrayal coating your accusation, “Are you working for the king?”

The woman rolled her eyes, a confident smile painting her lips as she pushed the hair away from her shoulder.

“Don’t be daft, sweetheart.” It wasn’t exactly a denial though as she went on to confirm, “The common good is relying on Enji to amend the mistake he made years ago. Yes, I am a soldier. But it’s what must be done. I was commissioned originally by your ex-wife, I’m sure you remember her. The snow queen, yes? She and your father seemed to share a common enemy, so I was hired and given a cute little passport. It wasn’t very hard to find you, your highness.” Her demeanor was calm, gaze skirting over to Touya next. Jealousy was no longer his primary emotion. You’d been preyed on based on association with him. And he’d make it up to you. 

Bounty hunters, knights, assassins, you name it. Touya dealt with his fair share. There had been only a year of peace he’s experienced, that in which the kingdom was temporarily convinced he was dead. One too many bar fights later, Touya couldn’t uphold his secret and a new warrant was set out for his arrest.

Dead or alive.

Still, he hadn’t expected Sammy to rat him out. It must have been part of his father’s tactics, to expel him from hiding. So his father has had enough of him now, has he? Touya was just about fed up as well. 

Rumi was overconfident with her steps however as she lunged over to you. He let his flames escape before she could approach, grabbing her by the arm and squeezing his fire into her skin. 

She screamed as he burned right through her clothes, earning himself another powerful kick in the leg. Gritting his jaw from the pain, Touya couldn’t help provoking her further, “That’s a shame. He sent you on a damn suicide mission.” 

Rumi scoffed, sweat gathering down her face and skin, “Someone’s cocky.” 

You were glancing back and forth between them, holding the blade like a lifeline defenselessly in front of you. Touya thought it was kind of cute, spitting the blood that had gathered in his mouth while Rumi went on to ramble, “I’m willing to sacrifice my life to protect this kingdom from vermin like you, so don’t go on assuming I’ll let you have an easy victory.”

It was Touya’s turn to scoff, “That’s funny, that’s what my father told me right before he had me exiled.”

“Darling, ha ha ha .” Rumi shook her head, wincing as she touched her new wound before spitting out, “Enough with the delusion, you’re wanted for treason . Now make this easy for us all. Spare this poor fae. She’s done nothing to deserve your cruelty.”

Touya’s vision snapped to see you wielding the dagger with anger at Rumi’s comments. Sharply, he took one step in front of you and motioned for you to remain where you were. 

“She’s not as innocent as you think.” He stated plainly, expelling a gust of fire from his arm in the rabbit’s direction.

His aim had been accurate, but precision was a factor he hadn’t cared for. The flames managed to engulf her, singing her face and upper body until her skin and clothing caught on fire. The entire building was doomed in that same second, the door managing to seize a spark, beginning to burn a bright orange fire.

Her screams were incoherent as she rolled around on the floor in an attempt to put them out. Touya wasn’t the merciful type, pointing another shot at her. She clawed forward on the carpet and hardwood floor, reaching up as if to ask for his help. Touya didn’t hesitate to blow more flames toward her.

She suffered as she passed, something he was proud of himself for. It was sure to send a message to his dear old father about minding his business. 

When Touya turned to catch your reaction, he could see your expression wavering between terrified and relieved. 

Touya knew the rabbit was dead when she ceased clawing around. He wasn’t granted much time to enjoy his triumph though as the room briskly filled with smoke, allowing him less than a minute to throw on his pants, his satchel and grab your wrist, pulling your attention away from the dead body.

Rather than speak, he offered a semi apologetic glance.

When your compilation faded, you were the first to suggest, in a dry voice, “Let’s escape, while we can. Please?”

There were tears running down your cheeks again, along with red swollen eyes from what was likely the poor air quality. He took pity on you, grabbing the knife from your hand and tucking it in his pocket. At once, he guided you to the door, kicking through the charred wood. 

The building’s integrity was compromised in a matter of seconds. Some of the patrons seemed to already be escaping, shouts to one another to begin emergency evacuation from the premise. But he was more focused on you, taking you through the maze of halls until you were both outside.

Smoke and fire billowed out from the windows and balconies. Touya didn’t tolerate you to stand and gawk as the inn lost its support and began to crash around the perimeter. It was only a matter of time before he had one more target on his back. The sooner you both left, the sooner he could come up with his next plan.

While everyone, including the guards, were busy rushing off to help, Touya convinced you to join his escape out from the village gates. Your wings earned you plenty of attention, but Touya was kind enough to threaten and warn any from touching. 

Wasn’t he romantic?

The two of you arrived at your cottage with exhaustion. Touya made it one step into the house before you had him grabbed by the collar and pulled down into a kiss. 

The blood still pumping in his veins made it easy for Touya to encourage your passionate displays. He hooked one arm around your waist and another beneath your chin, tilting your head up so he could meet your kiss. Your tongue slid across his lip, causing him to part his lips only to feel you suck on it. 

Touya’s eyes dilated, letting his finger tease along the edge of your wing. You pulled free only to begin feathering kisses down his neck and throat, lifting up his tunic so you could wetly mouth along his chest and stomach. 

When you sank to your knees, Touya felt steam escape his skin as you nuzzled into his crotch, squeezing his cock through the fabric. He twitched as he watched you struggle to undo the knot, so he did it for you, letting his cock spring up to stand against his abdomen. Your fingers wrapped around the base, milking it up and down in such a way he knew Shigaraki taught you. 

But then when you widened your mouth and sucked his head between your lips, Touya knew he’d been the one to train you into those depraved displays. 

Touya groaned as you bobbed your head, gripping your skull to ease you down the rest of the length until you were gagging and choking. 

It was enough for him to get his fill, pushing you off his cock to instead yank you by the hair until you were standing. Pushing you on the bed, you looked like a whore trying to remove all your clothes, making him laugh while you pulled at the corset to shimmy it off your waist. The skirt and dress came off last. 

When Touya reached down to feel, he wasn’t surprised to see that you were wet. 

“Barely got to play with your pussy today, doll. Spread ‘em.” He demanded, and as if possessed, you did just that, widening the gap between your knees as you sat on your elbows. 

Touya entered you with no preparation either, seeing as you were so desperate for it. But when you were both frenzied with thoughts of sex, Touya would be sinful to deny you. Shamelessly, you wrapped both your arms and legs around him, whimpering as he began to thrust in and out of you. 

“Touya, yea , just like that. Please .” You moaned into his neck, squeezing him hard when he fucked you rougher and rougher. 

But as the moment stretched, and Touya lost himself in your pretty little body, he forgot all about his pain. All about his cursed skin and lungs. 

Touya found himself wheezing by the time he had climaxed with you, barely hearing you whine his name as you shivered.

Your limbs disentangled from his when he sharply coughed up a plume of smoke. Your first instinct had been to sit up and study him closely, making him turn his face as he coughed again. Along his arms and now legs, Touya realized his scars had been bleeding. He had failed to notice since being ambushed, more so prioritizing a swift kill. 

It was impossible to ignore now , stepping backward from you only to feel your fingers grip into his arms, “No, no, don’t do that. Just stay next to me. I’ll make it go away.” You promised, and Touya scowled as you massaged his muscles. The tenderness ceased, but it brought a haunting realization to the front of his mind.

“And you are content with being my pretty nurse for the rest of your life?” 

Touya was selfish, at the end of the day. He’d take you and use you, and if you no longer worked the way he wanted, he’d find a replacement. At least, that’s what Touya told himself. It was supposed to be easy. Yet envisioning himself with any other woman perched by his lap, tenderly caring to his wounds, sounded fucking stupid.

Your body language indicated discomfort by the blatant question.

Rather than answer it, you leaned over and kissed his shoulder.

“I’ll care for you, if that’s what you mean to ask.”

Touya didn’t have a choice. He wasn’t dumb enough to think he could take more than a step away from you without collapsing. And severing the curse would only mean giving up his already compromised soul. Unfortunately, death didn’t interest him either. 

Waiting until the wheezing ceased, Touya's voice came out hoarse as he motioned, “You’re an odd girl. Hand me my bag.” 

Promptly, you took the leather strap off the floor where he had thrown it and lifted the satchel, allowing him to reach inside. He retrieved what was a carved wooden box, opening it to reveal an assortment of vials and herbs. Some smelled strong while others were more lackluster.

“Fetch me a glass of water.” 

And off you went, catering to his every whim without question. Your wings glimmered behind you as you fiddled with the glass pitcher and poured it into a cup, offering it to him with love in your eyes.

What a sweet little thing you were.

Touya mixed half of the herbs and poured the entire vial into the water, the color turning into a translucent cyan. He lifted it to drink but before he could, you held his wrist, shaking your head.

You took the cup and insisted on allowing himself to be fed the concoction, so you tipped it back and he gulped it down until it was gone, breathing in relief again.

“Better?”

“It’s temporary.” He sighed.

A pregnant silence filled the room, the sound of a chicken squawking in the distance making him scowl. Morning was upon you both, and with that, a headache.

Touya hasn’t wielded that much of his magic in years. The toll it had on his body has never been one to brush off, but he knew today had been a mistake. Not that he regretted even a moment of it. No, he’s corrupted you enough. A murder over your name didn’t suit you. 

Touya turned to face you, and the faraway look etched on your features was interesting. 

“I don’t know my way around the woods.” He rasped, a complete and utter lie.

It was your turn to move your neck, meeting his eyes. 

“I’ll take care of that.” A gentle finger came to wipe away the blood marked on his cheeks and beneath his eyes. The stitches needed to be replaced.

“And me.” He added, following your eye movement as they graced over his lips then eyes again.

You smiled, “And you.”

He felt your hand come to stroke up and down his chest before reaching up to fiddle with the crystal wedged in his ear,

Touya touched the flat surface of your wings and tilted his head at you for a kiss.

You were sweet enough to oblige.