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Chapter One: Call Me Dabi
He wasn’t exactly known for his looks, his personality, or his kindness. Dabi was known for his strength, his maniacal grin, eyes that could pierce the soul, the ability to burn skin away from muscle, and surprisingly even with all his personal short comings, his silver tongue with the ability to charm its way into just about anyone’s pants. He gave good dick, what could he say?
Dabi was a villain through and through. If his scars and staples didn’t give it away, maybe it was the way he could look at someone and they immediately knew whether he’d eat them alive or burn them to a crisp. So, he wasn’t really surprised when he’d ended up in Tartarus. Not that he was happy about it, he honestly would have preferred to be dead than what he was here.
Here he had nothing, did nothing, lived for nothing; everything he was and had been it was just… gone. He watched the guards make the rounds with lazy eyes; the light long ago dulled. He used to be feared, he used to have a reason for getting up, and honestly, he used to have people he could talk to.
Now no one spoke to him. Even when the muzzle had been removed, they ignored him, and eventually the tranquilizers built up enough in his system he stopped trying. But… just because he didn’t physically try to live, didn’t mean he wasn’t alive. His brain was constantly in motion, making up for his lack of movement and socialization. Instead every waking hour and a lot of the sleeping ones, were made up of his mind torturing him with memories, dreams, and realities he’d hoped he would never remember and some that would never exist but he desperately desired.
With each passing day he drove himself crazier, his more instinctual side, his alpha rattling the bonds of the medication induced fog. He needed to get out. He needed to breathe fresh air. He needed to hear someone speak to him. He needed to speak back…. He craved so much, and he wasn’t getting it.
Today was different though, he could see it, feel it, smell it in the spike of anxious pheromones just barely muted by mediocre scent patches. Today something was changing, there was going to be a shift and they weren’t prepared for it. He felt his fingers tingle as they flexed, and his forearms strained against the restraints.
The rich smell of emotional upset was like a heady drug, and Dabi drank it in like an addict. It was nostalgic, reminding him of the days he wielded blue flames, when he was the thing that caused the fear and stress. His tongue rolled against the back of his teeth, working against the dryness as he focused on those moving outside.
What he hadn’t expected in any way, was the door to his cell opening. His head turned, his muted blue eyes sparkling slightly with curiosity, only to focus on the lithe little thing standing in the door.
“Omega,” he could smell it in an instant. Even under the scent patches, they should really spring for the top shelf ones, he could smell the soft brush of apple blossoms through his nose and maybe a bit of vanilla.
“Hello, I will be taking care of you from now on, you can call me (Y/N). Can I ask your name? I’d prefer not to call you…,” your eyes flickered over the clipboard before you with a frown. “Inmate BFD380.”
Dabi blinked, “Well it could be an acronym for Big Fucking Dick, darlin’.”
You looked up from the clipboard, eyes wide for a moment, almost seeming surprised he talked at all even though his words were slurred, and he dropped more consonants than usual. You fought against the smile that broke out on your face, eventually losing the fight epically. That was when Dabi knew his life in this shit hole was looking up. Because he found something to live for again. Something that was irrevocably his, and this time they had no hope in hell at taking it away from him. Taking you away.
“Call me Dabi.”