I usually don't get time to work on my hobbies like this. So because I've had time, I've been updating like a madwoman. Please forgive me if I go a few weeks without any new stuff. I work and go to school full time. My midterms are coming up, so I may dedicate more time to studying (gross, I know it). This chapter was a lot of fun to write, so it was easy to finish quickly. There is a chunk of NSFW towards the end, so BEWARE. Thanks for checking this fic out and if you get a chance to review, I love them!
Her Peace
You caught me off guard
Now I'm running and screaming
I feel like a hero and you are my heroine
Do you know that your love is the sweetest sin?
And I feel a weakness coming on
Never felt so good to be so wrong
Had my heart all locked down
And then you turned me around
I'm feeling like a new born child
Every time I get a chance to see you smile
It's not complicated
I was so jaded
~Hero/Heroine: Boys Like Girls~
The first thing Ginsui did was go straight to their apartment. She fought tears as she packed her things. She was too old to cry now. She made a little vow: no more tears.
Chonks, ZaZa's juciest furbaby walked between legs as she double checked her belongings. She stared at the beautiful stone on her left ring finger and opted to keep it. It was a gift after all. She'd be damned if her cousin got a hold of it.
"Fuck her and her happy fucking quirk," Gini spat out loud.
Chonks meowed at her before pawing her ankle.
"I know, I know, I'm just being petty. Let me be petty damn it! Take care of him while I'm gone, okay?" Was the last thing she said to the room full of cats.
Next, she headed to Sir Nighteye's headquarters. His agency was the main one she worked for when she was fresh out of school. He found her unintentional knack of getting into trouble humorous and never wasted a moment to tease her about it.
"Well, well, well, if it isn't the little lost lamb returning to the flock. I hope you know how much hassle you've caused me."
"I know, I know. I caught some weird bug and was out of commission without a way to contact anyone. I am really sorry."
"As long as you're okay," the lean man said, assessing her quietly.
She was obviously heartbroken about something. Her tone suggested that, but it also hinted at something dangerous. She wasn't done being reckless; however, he knew her well enough to know she wouldn't adhere to any warnings he would give.
So, he filled her in on the current situation with the Shie Hassaikai. Her worries about the masked man weren't for nothing. He is Kai, buy Nighteye advised that he hadn't seen anything major related to him. He suggested to simply be aware of her surroundings.
She wasn't about to tell him how she willingly jumped into the young yakuza's limo because she wasn't "being aware of her surroundings". She nodded, accepted his warnings, and spent a week searching for the many-handed man that had caused Aizawa to suffer.
Shigaraki's face was unseen, but she could tell by his tone that he was perplexed. He heard that some chick had been searching for him. Lo and behold, she found him. He'd have to figure out how.
"So just like that, you're giving in?" He asked the woman after she explained why she was there bothering him.
She looked exhausted. When was the last time this grouchy woman slept more than a few hours? Shigaraki found her boldness liberating, but her attitude was getting old fast. She'd probably be a bit nicer if she would go to fucking bed.
"Look, I don't want anyone else to get hurt because of what I have. Take me to All for One and rid me of this burden."
"Hmmm...you know what? I kind of like you. I don't see why I must tell Sensei that I've collect you. He's not going to bother the school directly now that you're no longer there. Why don't you hang around for a bit? You may even see a new light in the different side of the world you Heroes like to control."
Ginsui sighed. She knew it wasn't going to be as easy as she wanted.
"Fine," she muttered, "as long as you keep UA out of your goals."
"I promise not to kill any kids, but I can't promise that I'll lose interest in them. There's a few I think I could recruit later."
"Whatever, Sir Crustered. Show me where I'll be staying," she sighed.
Shigaraki scratched his neck in agitation.
"Very cute, you little twat. The more I think about it, the less I want to hand you over and give you what you want. Your quirk could be very useful..."
"Ughhh, useful this, useful that, is all I ever hear anymore. Do you have any alcohol? I'd like to drown out the past fifteen years of my wasted life now."
Shigaraki removed the hand over his face so that she could see him clearly. The poor man appeared old for his age due to his lack of self-care. His eyes were a brilliant shade of blood. She could sense a terrified boy deep within his conscious despite the cruel rage that overshadowed it.
"Kurogiri, let her loose at the bar, will ya?" Shiggy smirked.
The two league members watched their newest addition in a mixture of awe and disgust the drunker she succumbed. They had to keep her spirits up or they would suffer the bad side effects if she felt sad. Apparently, she couldn't control her quirk when she was heavily intoxicated. They had the misfortune of getting hit with depression that first night. They found themselves in a puddle of tears as she confessed her love of Eraser Head and how she was probably never going to see him again.
The next two nights were spent with them babysitting a drunk Silver Sorceress. She was entertaining as hell during these moments. The men didn't know if they should stop her or let her get it out of her system.
Shigaraki was currently playing a game of peek-a-boo with her to prevent that embarrassing moment of weakness she forced him to display nights ago. She would burst into fits of throaty giggles that were so infectious that the two villains couldn't stop themselves from laughing too. As pitiful as the trio were, Tomura finally felt at ease. It may have only been for short bursts at a time, but he was thankful for the seconds of happy. It reminded him how good the world would be once he rid it of the Symbol of Peace.
The next day was relatively peaceful since Ginsui hadn't turned up a bottle yet.
"Isn't the Sport's Festival today?" She asked as Kurogiri handed her breakfast.
"Do you want to go?" Tomura asked, interested himself.
"Are you saying that I can go see my 1A babies?!" Ginsui gasped.
"I don't see the harm as long as we're disguised," Shiggy shrugged.
Within the hour, Ginsui looked like a new person. She sported a hot pink to lavender melt hair style and grey contacts. Shigaraki didn't have to be as elaborate since so few would even know who he was. He dressed in a black hoodie that he kept pulled over his shaggy hair. The two blended in without issue as they filled into a packed stadium.
Shigaraki squinted underneath his hood at the whistling girl beside him. She was cheering on Midnight's introduction as loudly as the men around her. At least, he thought she was being too loud until Shoto Todoroki took the lead of an obstacle course.
"GO GO GO TODOROKI BABY!"
If she didn't calm the fuck down, she would bring unwanted attention their way.
"Will you please shut the hell up, Silv?" Shigaraki whispered.
"Aww, let the girl be," a hero with pale-yellow hair and angle-like wings chimed up, "I was enjoying the view."
Ginsui promptly sat down in the seat she was originally standing in. Shiggy was right. Hawks was someone that would see through her disguise. They'd have to leave soon.
Mic's comic relief as spokesman was followed by Aizawa's calm, explanatory tone. Gini could hear Emi's cheery voice a few rows down.
"That's my future husband, can you believe it?" Emi laughed playfully.
Gini's cheerful demeaner chilled. Aizawa was okay. Emi was okay. She looked coldly at the ring she had held onto. She thought about throwing it at her oldest and closest friend that had brought about the huge betrayal, but opted to keep her cool.
"Hey, can we go now? I think I've had enough crowd exposure," she quietly voiced to her leader.
Shigaraki nodded and decided that her personality change was related to her quirk; although, he speculated that the commentator may have played a part as well. He'd have to do more research on this newest recruit. She was still a stranger after all.
"Welcome back Shigaraki, Ginsui. The guest you were hunting for has arrived," Kurogiri welcomed warmly.
Ginsui froze as the red scarfed man attacked. His knives never aimed towards her. She stood quietly as they learned of the man's motives. Something about him was familiar. She followed him outside once he and Tomura were done talking civilly. She needed to see if her suspicions were correct.
"You look a little different, Vigilante Stendhal," she began.
"It's Stain now, Silver."
"You didn't attack me back there. Do you think...does this mean...that you think I'm a real hero?"
"I didn't think you of all people needed my acknowledgement. Don't change. If you keep hanging around that guy, I'm worried you'll lose your innocence."
Ginsui laughed, "I lost myself a long time ago."
"No. You've always had your humanity. Stay here, and it'll be taken."
"Stendhal, please take care," she frowned and returned to the League.
"Bottoms up?" Kurogiri suggested.
"Abso-fucking-lutely."
For the first time since she arrived at the League's hideout, she was left alone. A brief note from Kurogiri let her know that they were visiting "Sensei". She used this free time to send all information she had gathered about the newly formed group of villains to Sir Nighteye. Most of it involved the Nomu's locations and numbers.
She found herself alone again the next day. It seemed to drag on. How much longer until she'd be rid of her quirk? The only way she could sleep was to drink until she passed out and her liver was going to give up if she kept that bad habit going.
"Fuck it," She grumbled and popped open a bottle of Jack. She didn't even bother getting a glass; she simply turned up the bottle and chugged.
Once the bottle was emptied, she stumbled to a nearby garbage can, burped, puked, and passed out behind the bar. Thirty minutes later, she popped up. She sprinted towards the bathroom to relieve her bladder and began to grumble some more.
Noise from down the hall alerted her of the new acquaintances coming home. Making those fools trust her was exhausting. Not getting any breaks from her quirk was even more exhausting though. It sounded like there were others with them this time. She turned the volume up on a speaker to tune out the ruckus.
Shiggy and his shenanigans again, she thought with mild humor.
The League was a lot of things, but boring wasn't one of them. She wondered who the new visitors were. She turned the volume back down to eavesdrop.
She instantly recognized Giran's slow slur. She spent many nights seizing his mishandled goods. There were two other voices she happened to know as well.
Himiko Toga and Dabi.
It must have been fate bringing them to her again.
She grabbed the half-empty bottle she had brought and sipped on it. Should she go in there? She gulped the sweet liquor down and took a deep breath of air as the alcohol burned her throat. Her head told her to sit down and remain hidden, but the whiskey told her to go be obnoxious.
She tripped her way to the voices.
"Pfffft," she giggled as she fell through the door.
"Oh God, now's not the time for this shit, Silv," Shigaraki warned.
"I mean...is there ever an appropriate time chapped boy?" She hiccupped as she traded her empty bottle for a new one.
She forgot what she was doing in there. Was it to harass her boss? No, that wasn't it. Was it to ask Kurogiri to do that thing where she would warp from countertop to countertop as Shiggy chased her around? No, that wasn't it either.
"No more. Sober up, you dumb bitch, we have company," Shigaraki sighed and pulled her drink away.
"Yes more. Company! That's why I came here!" She giggled and took her drink back.
"No," Shigaraki mumbled.
"Okay," she waited for his grip to relax before snatching her precious amber colored liquid back.
"YES!" she snorted and quickly drank it before the man could slap the glass out of her hand.
The glass broke against the wall. Ginsui burst into laughter as Shigaraki's nostrils flared.
"I'm so sick of you not taking me seriously, Ginsui!" He snapped.
"Sir, I'll take you seriously when you start moisturizing," Gini smiled and patted his dry face in an endearing manner.
"You fucking bitc—" he began to close his hand around her throat.
"Not to disrupt this interesting conversation, but are you wanting these guys or what?" Giran spoke up.
"Huh?" Shigaraki snapped back to attention.
Ginsui blinked and smacked her forehead, "I keep forgetting that we have people here! And one of them is the sexiest man I've ever seen. Look at him, Shiggy, look at that ocean-eyed devil," she smiled mischievously as she turned his head to the lanky man she was referring to.
She climbed onto the counter and jumped at Dabi. He caught her easily and raised an eyebrow at her drunkenness.
"Long time no see, Ms. Gini. I like the new hair. I was worried about you, ya know?" Dabi scolded and breathed her in as he cradled her. The sweet, tangy aroma of citrus tickled his nose.
"You're soooo warm," she smiled up at him as he placed her down on the ground. Her hands pushed up and under his shirt.
She could feel the rise of scar tissue brush her fingertips. Was it the alcohol or the lack of intimacy that made her act so forward? She didn't care. She wanted a sample of the danger he could offer her.
"What about me, Gin-Gin? I can be warm too!" Toga whined and twirled the woman away from Dabi and into her own arms.
Ginsui smiled sloppily, "Himiko, I never got the chance to thank you."
"Yeah, yeah, saving your life was my pleasure. Will you let me get a sample of your blood as retribute?" The teen begged.
"Of course!" Gini smiled and lifted her exposed forearm, "Slice away, dear."
"All right, that's enough of that," Dabi interrupted. He grabbed Gini by her waist and slung her over his shoulder before Toga could get a decent cut in, "which way?"
And the two went to her bedroom.
"I guess he's in. What about you Toga?" Giran asked.
"Why wouldn't I want to share a place with someone who worked with Mr. Stainy?" She answered.
Shigaraki sighed as his new recruits made themselves comfortable. Maybe Ginsui would be more tolerable now that she had a companion to replace her broken heart.
She was like a dream come true. Dabi watched thirstily as she slowly stripped into nothing but her boyshort underwear. He took off his jacket to reveal a white v-neck tee and he tossed his pants onto a nearby chair before he climbed into her bed.
She immediately followed. Her feet went straight to his shins where her habit of kneading them into flesh began. He pulled her under his arm and smiled as she fell asleep.
He laid there quietly studying her. His right thumb traced her heart-shaped jawline and carefully moved it up to her full bottom lip. The morning light barely penetrated the thick curtains, but it was enough to wake the sleeping beauty.
She jumped once she realized that her dream of running into the young man beside her was more than that. She carefully climbed away to shower and brush her teeth. Her face relaxed as the steaming water from the showerhead trickled down it.
********NSFW WARNING***********
Warm hands pushed her damp hair from her shoulders and rough lips followed. A gasp of need escaped her trembling mouth.
"Can I have you?" Dabi softly begged as he nibbled on her right earlobe.
Her knees knocked from nerves. She felt like a virgin all over again. No other man other than Aizawa had seen her naked. She let him continue to study her as his hands traced her shoulders down to her waist. Her body was used to different hands, different textures, and...
She gasped again as her eyes locked onto his erection.
Dabi was a good four inches shorter in height compared to Shota, so she expected him to be smaller down there too. She certainly wasn't expecting a whole eight inches to be poking up at her.
He took notice of her surprised stare and hungrily pressed his mouth onto her left breast. She groaned in response and tangled her fingers into his thick hair.
His aura was so infused with her own that she couldn't distinguish between their separate feelings. It was like the time she tried soothing his pain but felt as though she wasn't. Had Aizawa been right?
Aizawa, she thought regretfully.
He had loved her, she didn't doubt that. He had cared for her. However, he was always reserved when it came to expressing his feelings out loud. He was also incredible cautious when it came to anything sexual.
This was different. This was raw. She and Shota had sex because they wanted to. What she was experiencing now was need. Dabi's absolute lust for her awoke an internal goddess she didn't even know she had.
She grabbed the towel rack as he hastily bent her over. She felt his hesitation.
"Please," she managed to whisper her consent.
Her hushed tone quickly changed into a deep groan as he tore into her.
She was grateful for the shower's constant lubrication because she had no doubt that his length would have brought her to her knees without it. She felt her face flush as his deep thrusts were almost too much for her to handle.
Fifteen minutes later, he flipped her around and held her up by using the shower wall for balance. He buried his face in the nape of her neck and moaned as her hips hugged his waist. Each jerk of her orgasm tightened around his dick, intensifying his absolute starvation for her. He sighed in relief as his seed spilled into her.
********IT'S SAFE NOW********
Her beautiful blush caused him to smirk in satisfaction. He didn't wait for her to gather her senses. Instead, he began to bathe her lovingly. The kind behavior was starkly different than the roughness he had shown earlier.
Once he was satisfied that she was clean, he grabbed another sponge and handed it to her. Her sunset eyes scanned over every centimeter of his flesh as she delicately returned the favor.
"...does it hurt, Dabi?" She finally broke the sacred silence.
"It does, but I'm used to it."
She felt her throat tighten.
"Am I responsible for this pain, Toya?" She forced herself to say.
He snatched her face and watched her eyes widen in surprise as his fingertips dug into her red cheeks.
"My body's inability to tolerate my power has nothing to do with you. And it's 'Dabi' now, do you understand me?"
She nodded worriedly as his grip remained tight. His brilliantly blue stare forced her heart to beat uncontrollably. For the first time in a while, she felt fear.
They stood there as the hot water trickled across their bodies. Her panic slowly began to rise as she could no longer predict his intentions. She didn't dare use her quirk to calm him. She learned from his father that it was a bad idea to try manipulating a Todoroki. He finally released her once he felt that his point had been made.
Once free, she hurriedly climbed out of the shower, dressed, and found herself pacing around the kitchen. She felt so dirty, but why?
Aizawa had supposedly cheated on her, so she couldn't feel icky over that. Was it Dabi's age? He wasn't a fifteen-year-old kid anymore. Hell, he was twenty-five and made it VERY clear that he could overpower her if necessary.
What kind of mess had she stirred up now? He was Enji Todoroki's son. Temper was something he could have easily learned if not inherited by the Pro-Hero.
She continued to waltz around the kitchen as she debated her morals.
"Whacha doin' Gin-Gin?" Toga perked up as she paced around the room with the muttering woman.
"Yes, what are you doing? I wasn't finished with you yet," a deep voice replied.
"I think you are," she stomped past Dabi and slammed the door to her room in his face as he tried to follow.
The barrier couldn't stop his desire from permeating her senses though. How could he still want her after everything? How could there still be a dominating amount of need coming from him after his brutal display of control earlier?
"I've wanted you for a long time, Gini. You need to get over the fact that I got hurt when you were watching me and my siblings because let me be frank, I'm not going anywhere. Not now that I've gotten a piece of you.
She glared at the door.
Fuck
