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A Burnt Rose (Complete)
✿ You and Touya parted on bad terms. Six years later, he spots you visiting his father, a red-headed kid in tow. He’s determined to find out what you’ve been up to while he’s been gone.
Touya x Fem!Reader ✿ Single parent
Updated Tuesdays and Fridays, any times indicated are in PST
Overall themes of angst. If you’ve read any of my other work, angst with a happy ending is my usual MO. Warnings marked at the beginning of applicable chapters: violence, child loss, implied drug use
⁕ Chapter 0 (Prequel)
⁕ Chapter 1
⁕ Chapter 2
⁕ Chapter 3
⁕ Chapter 4
⁕ Chapter 4.5
⁕ Chapter 5
⁕ Chapter 6
⁕ Chapter 7
⁕ Chapter 8
⁕ Chapter 9
⁕ Chapter 10
⁕ Chapter 11 (Epilogue)
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Corpse Bride AU
Dabi x Fem reader
(Colored this meself👰🏽♀️)
You left your betrothed at the alter.
When his family proposed the marriage, you wanted to decline but were persuaded by your parents for the money. As the days led up to the grand wedding, the more your anxiety prickled your skin. You lost sleep thinking about how much your life was going to change; you would move to their house, his parents would become yours, you’d be expected to play the perfect married life and eventually even have children with him. This wouldn’t be a bad future with someone you loved but you barely knew him! You had learnt of his surname just last week…
The day of the wedding, your anxiety had seemingly snowballed into a great pain in your stomach. It was such a nuisance that getting into your traditional and uncomfortable wear was almost impossible without help. “Just breathe in and out. This is the beginning of your new life, a new adventure, just think about all the possibilities!” Your maid beside you advised, you both stood in front of the church’s doors. The organ played your cue, your maid pushed the doors opened with a strong thrust. A million eyes descended upon you. Your stomach ached in response. You managed to lift your leg to take a step forward then another tentative step.
‘Just keep looking towards your future. He must be just as nervous as you.’ You told yourself, another step. “Pfft…” Your head snapped towards one of the aisles, two girls slightly younger than you were giggling to themselves as they stared at you. ‘Great…’ “Hush up!” A much older woman, maybe their mother, hushed them. They obeyed immediately. Despite the more respectful silence, your heart still pounded wildly. Did you look ok? Was there a stain on your dress? Has your makeup smudged? What were they laughing at?! Your anxiety and anger were mixing in your mind. The fake smile you wore on your face was seemingly getting heavier and heavier with each step towards the alter. Your groom, your future husband, was standing at the alter with a mix of boredom and annoyance fitted on his face. This is will be the 3rd time you’ve spoken to him. The marriage was arranged by both your parents and by the way the groom looked at you, it wasn’t hard to see he wasn’t excited for this either. This man is your future husband, the man you’ll be spending the rest of your life with… mother and your future husband would never approve of a divorce regardless of the circumstances. This will be the man you’ll grow old with… “Hurry up.” A harsh whisper came from your right, your mother was scowling at you. You picked up the pace to the alter and stood in front of your husband. You could feel his eyes staring right at your chest. Your anxiety again prickled at your skin, if it was any other man, you would’ve gave him a harsh talking to.
“We are gathered together today to witness the joining of two individuals. Under the lord’s grace, these two individuals will not only be making a vow between themselves but with the lord as well.” The priest began. You could barely hear him as the warmth of the room was making you sweat in your large wedding gown.
“Would the bride and groom like to say any words?” The priest asked, your husband nodded his head and grabbed a piece of paper that was hidden in his jacket. He cleared his throat and began.
“My dearest, (F/N) (mispronounced L/N),” You flushed in embarrassment as the crowd looked to one another. “I thought the bride’s name was (F/N) (L/N)?” You heard one say. The priest leaned over to his ear. “Her surname is actually (L/N).” He corrected, your husband scoffed and rolled his eyes. “Does it matter? She’ll be taking my surname in a few minutes.” He huffed, an awkward silence hushed the room. It was obvious to you that temperature was getting higher and higher in that room. He cleared his throat again.
“My dearest, (F/N) (L/N), your beauty and grace are comparable to none. The minute I saw you was the moment I knew I would spending the rest of my life with you…” He squinted his eyes at the paper. “The lord will bless our marriage like you’ll bless my life as my soon to be wife. You will serve me as my eternal wife as not even death will do us part?” He squinted at the paper again and groaned before crumbling the piece of paper and shoved it back into his pocket. Even in heaven you would be his wife?! You glanced back at your mother, she caught your eyes and made a smiling gesture with her hands. You didn’t even notice you stopped smiling…
“Would the bride saw anything?” You shook your head, you didn’t feel like giving the speech you had already prepared, you wanted to go home. You already felt humiliated already. This wedding was nothing like the one you had pictured as a little girl.
“A-Alright then. Mr. Parrish, please say the vows of marriage.” The priest placed down two cups of wine and three candles onto the podium. The priest lit the tallest of the three candles. You and your groom picked up the two unlit candles for yourselves. The candle yet foreign and heavy in your hand. You swore you were close to dropping it with how sweaty your hands were getting.
“With this hand, I will lift your sorrows. You cup will never empty for I will be your wine. With this candle-“ He placed his unlit candle to the priest’s. The candle did not light, he sighed then placed it again. It did not light.
“The candle’s wick seems to be defective. Trade with me.” He harshly whispered to you. You looked between him and the priest. “Is that allowed?” You asked, the murmuring from the church goers had gotten louder. “I suppose the bride and groom can switch candles if the groom’s does not light.” Your groom was frustrated, he snatched your candle from your hand and slammed his onto the podium. The priest seemed to also be getting frustrated. “I suggest you remember how to behave yourself, Mr. Parrish. I won’t be approving of a marriage if the groom cannot behave himself like a gentleman.” Your groom sighed and slicked back his hair. “I apologize.” You picked up the candle from the podium.
“With this candle, I will light your way in darkness,” He lit the candle in his hands, he used his to light yours. “With this ring-“ He rummaged through his pocket, a sudden look of confusion flashed on his face. He switched to his other pockets then started to look at the ground. “I’ve lost it!” He exclaimed, the crowd gasped. Both mothers ran up to the podium, “Can we do the ceremony without it?” His mother whispered, the priest sighed.
“I’ll be approving of the marriage when the groom can find the ring.” Your mother ran back and faced the crowd. “Help us find the ring!!” The crowd immediately jumped up from their seats and started searching the ground and sets for it. Going through the chaos, you decided you needed some air. You sneak and crossed the church’s doors for the second time today. The air just outside of the church was like nothing you’ve ever breathed before, the air was cool and fresh, it felt good. You took the time to pay attention to your surroundings, the lonesome area around the church was peaceful. Nothing but grass that led up to the forest’s edge. You wandered farther and farther from the church, taking the occasional glance back to see if anyone was paying attention to you. You reached to the forest’s edge, the green grass was interrupted by the forest’s grassless ground. You looked back to church and saw the chaos was still in full swing. You would deal with being in trouble later, you really couldn’t picture yourself going back there again. Maybe your families could finish the ceremony in one of the estates?
The trees obscured the sun’s rays making the forest cool and darkened. Your wedding dress in your eyes started to appear light blue instead of the traditional white. You found the forest relaxing. You stopped in your tracks when you saw something that didn’t match the rest of the forest, a thick oak tree that served as a stark contrast to the numerous thin and tall trees surrounding it. You found a perfect spot under it and it was surprisingly comfortable to sit on the tree’s roots. Your dress could always be cleaned afterwards. You closed your eyes and breathed in and out. The forest was silent besides the sounds of birds chirping in the distance. The atmosphere was tempting you to relax yourself even more by making you want to take off the stuffy dress. Imagining your mother finding you relaxed and half naked under this tree made you giggle. ‘But what would they say?!!’ You swore it was her catchphrase. You turned your head when something caught your eye. A root that laced through the ground, it had a stub pointing out of the ground, it looked like a finger. You went closer to it, you reached into your dress’s sleeve and pulled out the ring that caused the chaos in the church. Your groom dropped it outside of the church and you wanted to give it back to him at the alter but…. You squatted down and slid the ring onto the stub and stifled a laugh. “With this ring, I ask you to be mine.” You finished the vows, the silence of the forest was the only reply you heard. “You know it’s not very traditional for the bride to slip the ring onto the groom.” You chuckled but it quickly died in your throat when you noticed that the forest was silent. Dead silent. You couldn’t hear the birds or the squirrels in the distance. Matching this new creepy atmosphere, the surrounding forest was turning from a pale blue to a midnight black.
Crack!
You snapped your head back and your jaw hit the floor, the ‘root’ was moving on its own! It was tearing itself out of the ground. The moving ‘root’ was connected to something even bigger deeper in the ground. The ground was opening up right in front of you. Was this an ‘earthquake’? You had heard some of the adventures of sailors where they went to new lands where ‘earthquakes’ were common occurrence. Large pieces of ground ripped open, reaching towards yo. You jumped up but caught yourself on your own dress and fell back. You opened your eyes, two legs were in front of you, was this a man from the wedding? Your eyes trailed up the pair of legs that stood in the ground and then your blood turned cold.
“I’ve never been one for traditions.” The figure stepped in front of you and leaned down. A man with blue skin was staring into your eyes, his skin wasn’t just blue but also had purple patches stapled into it. It had reminded you of the dead hairless cat you found as a small child, you never forgot the look of rotten skin. The man wore a groom’s suit, blue, matching his skin. “I do.” The man smiled manically.
Just A Dream
synopsis; in your dreams, he is yours. in your nightmares, he isn’t. and in this life? who knows. (dabi/touya todoroki x fem!reader)
cw; talks of nightmares, slight angst, allusions to character death, minor portrayals of anxiety, suspicious behavior, one mention of endeavor, happy ending, quirkless reader (this is sort of a part two to in another life, can be read as a stand alone), dabi calls reader wisp (like a wisp of a flame).
wc; 1.4k
a/n; an apology to @chaoslibra and @rueclfer for breaking their hearts with the previous touya angst. credits to my fiancé @feralshenanigans, for the nickname dabi calls reader and she made the instagram post at the end.
as always, enjoy the story but don’t use, copy, or steal my writings.
the gaps in the blinds allow the sunlight to filter in, spreading across the otherwise dark room. your eyelids feel heavier than usual as you blink the sleep away, one hand moves across the bed, reaching for the familiar warmth of another body. there’s nobody there but the bed is still warm.
“miss me already?” his tone is teasing as you sit up and glance to the doorway. touya leans against the side, he’s shirtless with his arms crossed over his chest and his sweats riding low on his hips.
his face turns serious as he notices the tear tracks on your cheeks and makes his way to the bed.
“another nightmare?” he’s pulling your body into him while you nod and wrap yourself around him, he hums while rubbing your back.
“what was it this time?”
“you died after your birthday before i got to see you again and confess properly.”
“oh you mean when i’m awake to say it back.” his tone is back to teasing as he tries to lighten the mood by reminding you of the first time you confessed.
you laugh, shaking your head while shoving him away, he chuckles deeply while swiping away a stray tear.
“you promised you wouldn’t bring that up again.” you scold and he just laughs louder.
“oh c’mon baby you know i’m just teasing. gotta make sure my girl isn’t sad on this very special day.” the smile he wears brightens your mood instantly, though you’re left confused on what today is.
“special day? it’s only monday we don’t have plans do we?” you rack your brain, searching for answers. it’s not anyone’s birthday, not an anniversary or anything else. dabi senses your confusion and smiles brightly.
“it’s a surprise, we’re going to meet yumi and mom for breakfast first and then you three are going to have a girls day while i run some errands.” he explains before standing up and helping you off the bed.
“you get the bathroom all to yourself today since i already showered.” it’s only then that you notice his white hair is damp as it clings to his skin.
you smile and make your way to the restroom to start your day.
a while later you’re sitting at a table with rei, touya, and fuyumi. you’ve just finished breakfast and are discussing today’s plans.
“i have errands to run but you guys can have a spa day as long as y/n’s back before our dinner reservations.” dabi explains as fuyumi and rei smile brightly.
“did i miss a chapter? since when did we have dinner reservations?” you speak up, first breakfast and now this? you’re starting to get suspicious.
“don’t worry wisp, it’s a surprise.” touya’s fingers tighten around your thigh where they rest, he gives you a teasing smirk.
“yeah you’ve been saying that a lot,” you grumble and he only hums in response, winking at his mom and sister.
the four of you say your goodbyes and go your separate directions, fuyumi leading you to her car where you sit in the back and text keigo while she drives to the mall.
if anybody would know what was happening and tell you, it’d be him.
aside from calming your growing nerves about your boyfriend’s suspicious behavior, keigo offered no help.
it’s been a few hours since the girls' day began, you’ve gotten your nails done, shopped at a few different stores and had a light lunch.
fuyumi checks her phone far more than usual and coincidentally dabi will text you right after she pockets her phone.
it’s nearing five o’clock now and fuyumi is driving towards the apartment you share with touya.
“alright be honest with me, what does he have planned?” your voice comes out whiner than you wanted it to and you wince at the way it sounds.
“sweetheart everything is fine, just take a deep breath in and relax. he just wants to treat you to dinner.” rei’s soft motherly voice flits through the car and into your ears.
your shoulders sag as you breathe deeply, you don’t mean to be anxious, it’s just that your nerves are on edge from this morning's nightmare and truthfully you’re scared you’ll have to say goodbye.
when he was in the facility, you had dreams of another life with him, a different one where he never got hurt and life wasn’t cruel to him. a life quite like the one you’re living now, only without the monster that is touya’s father.
but ever since three years ago, you’ve had nightmares of dabi passing away in his sleep, just like he almost had that night. now you can’t shake the feeling that this might all be a dream.
one you’ll wake up from crying and in bed alone.
“are you okay? y/n?” the call of your name from fuyumi’s voice pulls you from your thoughts.
the cars been parked and both women are looking at you softly. you can feel the lone tear that began falling from your lash line.
“i’m fine, i think.” your voice betrays you as it cracks and you’re faced with two soft sympathetic smiles.
“he’s a strong man honey, he got better and he made it out. he’s here, alive and with us. it’s okay now,” rei reaches a hand out to grab yours, squeezing it tightly she meets your gaze.
you give a firm nod and squeeze her hand in return.
“you’re right, he’s strong.”
you continue reminding yourself of that fact all throughout your dinner with dabi as he fidgets nervously in his seat.
he’s strong.
you think as you watch a bead of sweat drip down his forehead and roll off the side of his face.
he’s strong.
his hand is on your thigh as he drives to an unknown destination. the windows down and a song playing on the radio.
he’s strong.
he took you to a park, the cherry blossoms in bloom as the night sky twinkled brightly with millions of burning stars.
he’s strong.
he keeps your body close, one hand warming your waist as he holds you. the other holds a box in his pocket, as he leads you down a barely lit path.
he’s strong.
he leads you to a secluded section, fairy lights decorate the nearby trees. the garden gazebo is decorated with strings that hold photos of the both of you throughout your lives together.
he’s strong.
your breath catches in your throat as you turn to see him on one knee, box in hand held open to face you.
he’s strong.
his hands shake as his palms grow clammy, the nerves making him sweat. and for once, his body runs cold as his eyes meet yours.
he’s strong.
“will you marry me or what?” his voice shakes as he tries to calm himself down, his usual gruffness nowhere to be found as you smile brightly at him.
he’s strong.
a flash of light pulls your eyes away momentarily to see your friends and family hiding in the bushes, keigo looks sheepish as touya glares at him.
he’s strong.
“yes.” he sighs as relief floods his entire body, before he chuckles deeply.
he’s strong.
his lips meet yours in a passionate kiss as he slips the ring onto your finger. a happy sob leaves you as your body melts into his, and he smiles.
he’s strong.
after years of dreaming of another life, one where dabi could be yours, and after years of nightmares where he never was.
and in this life?
your eyes flutter open and you smile as you feel dabi’s hair tickling the back of your neck.
“hmm morning.” your voice is cheery as he groans, the vibrations running down your arm when he places a kiss on your shoulder.
“what’s got you so cheerful this morning?” his voice is deep and groggy with sleep as he moves to hover over you, his cerulean eyes shining brightly.
“oh nothing, just a dream i had.” you smile and scrunch your nose when he kisses it, he hums.
“was it a good one?” he kisses both your cheeks and you laugh lightly.
“yeah, yeah it was.” he smiles at that and places a kiss on your forehead.
“what was it?” he holds himself above you now, legs tangled with yours and chests inches away from touching.
“just a dream.” he shakes his head with a sigh.
“fine then keep your secrets.” your giggle is cut off as he finally kisses you. lips molding together in a moment of tenderness and serenity.
“i love you wisp.”
“i love you touya.”
sometimes dreams really do come true,
because in this life,
touya,
he’s finally yours.
surely this is how it went in canon
an art trade i did w someone :)
this is basically the todobros subplot right
tw suicide mention (class of 09 audio)
BNHA NATION HOW WE FEELINGGG
Young Touya's plea to his father
(a poem)
the matching bracelets. i’m fine.
"If it was... so simple a thing, then why? Why not sooner?"
SHOTO DESERVED TO GROW UP WITH HIS SIBLINGS 😭😭😭😭😭😭
au where touya stays but the abuse still happens