Chapter Text
Part 1: New Player
After following Himiko Toga into the League of Villains' hideout, an old, small yet classy bar. The air smelled of alcohol, old leather, floor polish, and death.
You immediately noticed a moving purple mist or an embodiment of shadows standing behind the bar, wearing a three-piece suit, and hand-washing a glass. The man, or what you assume is male, shifts his bright yellow gaze in your direction. "Welcome back Toga. It seems you brought along a guest." He placed the clean glasses away, giving both of you his undivided attention. "Welcome, Miss."
Toga beamed, nodding her head, grabbing your hand, and dragging you towards the bartender. "We just met, but we are already like besties and blood sisters."
The man made of purple mist remained silent for a moment. "Is she a possible alia?"
Toga's smile brightened, fully showing off her sharp canines as she nodded and chirped happily. "Yes!" She cheered and bounced, then rocked on her feet. "Where's handyman? Is he here?" She pressed, placing her hands onto the bar and leaning forward, getting uncomfortably close to the mist man.
You raised a brow. He appeared unbothered or used to her antics. Something felt old about him. He was fully conscious and talking, yet his body hinted of old death. He clearly wasn't human anymore. He wasn't a vampire. You heard his heartbeat within his chest, eerie yet calm and steady. Perhaps you were overthinking things?
The man finally spoke. "Tomura Shigaraki is out at the moment; however, he should be back soon."
Toga pouted. "Ah, darn it."
The man placed the glass he'd been cleaning back in its proper place underneath the counter, then pulled out a container of orange juice and a new glass. "You may have this while you wait, if you'd like." He poured the drink, setting it onto a coaster, and placed it in front of Toga.
Toga smiled again. "Thank you, Kurogiri." She immediately hopped into one of the empty stools and sat down. Her eyes widened as she recognized a familiar flavor after taking a sip. "It's mango and blood orange? You remembered." Her eyes became misty-eyed.
Kurogiri nodded his head, offering her his pocket handkerchief from the breast pocket of his black vest. "Of course, Miss Toga." He muttered softly, "It's my job to remember little things."
Your heart warmed at the sight, a hint of a smile ghosting over your red painted lips. He seemed wise, fatherly, and affectionate towards kids. Clearly, having raised someone in the past, his gentleness and patience spoke volumes. It reminded you of your father when he was alive.
"May I offer you something, miss?" Kurogiri offered, shifting his yellow orbs to you.
"I'm not sure if you rum and coke, do you?" You replied, offering him the same courtesy. "If not, vodka is fine." You sat down in one of the empty barstools a few seats away from Toga, and yet the girl scooted closer, hoping from seat to seat until she was right beside you as she brought her drink and the coaster along with her.
You were surprised, you hardly know this girl, she's already becoming clingier, exactly like a little sister. Well, you suppose. It's nature. This girl has never met someone like her before, a kindred spirit or blood sister in a sense. It made your heart ache for her.
Kurogiri nodded, "I'll see what I have. Excuse me." He turned, focusing on the bottles behind him as the door opened and chimed, signaling someone has entered. The purple mist man fully turned as he picked one of the bottles off the shelf. "Welcome back, Tomura. Shigaraki."
You felt eyes immediately digging curious holes into your back. You half turned, meeting a pair of red eyes. The deep shade of blood red crimsons flashed a hint of curiosity underneath his black hoodie and mop of light blue hair. And... was that a severed hand on his face? A mask?
"Who's this Kurogiri?" A low, deep voice rasped.
Kurogiri immediately answered, with hesitation. "Toga brought her here." He placed your drink down in front of you, and the carbonated beverage mixed with alcohol wafted into your nostrils.
You took a sip of the drink; the taste of rum and coke washed down the blood of your earlier feeding away as you smiled beneath your hood. "It's perfect, thank you, Kurogiri."
"Thank you," Kurogiri nodded his head and returned to the task of making his ward and boss his own drink.
You shifted your weight and fully turned, crossing your legs, leaning an elbow down onto the counter. "Hello, Tomura Shigaraki." You placed your cheek into the palm of your hand, leaning casually. "I've heard about you," you take in the rumored appearance of The League of Villains Leader. His black oversized hoodie and pants, wearing a pair of bright red shoes that made him stand out.
The man before you narrowed his gaze, scowling and bristling. "Who are you?" His fingers twisted, irritation bleeding into his tone. He left your gaze to focus on Toga, who hummed quietly to herself and swung her legs. "Toga?"
Toga stopped humming and sipping her juice, a noticeable and earnest blush coating her cheeks as she sheepishly covered her mouth with one of the oversized sleeves of her cardigan. "I'm sorry, I got too excited that I forgot. Honest!"
You decided to speak up before Toga got scolded. "I'm Y/n L/n." You stood and bowed, then sat back down.
Shigaraki scoffed, "At least she has some manners." He made his way toward the left corner of the bar on the far end and sat down, his drink already waiting for him. Sitting down in his favorite spot, picking up the drink with a four-fingered grip, and drinking it. "Why are you wearing a cloak like some cheap villainess rip-off?" He muttered out loud.
"Habit." You replied, feeling your lips twitch in annoyance.
"Take it off," Shigaraki demanded, setting his drink down slowly and facing you, pointing a free hand. "If you are going to be working for me. I need to see whatever you are hiding underneath there and know your code name." He tilted his head. "Your accent gives away that you are a foreigner."
Damn, not even five minutes and this man is already trying to boss you around. "You didn't even say please." You fire back, tilting your head. "Who's being rude and unhospitable now?"
"What?" Shigaraki blinks. His grip on his glass tightens, straightening his hunched back into a straight line. "You have a lot of nerve and sass to be giving me a lecture." His scarred mouth morphs into a sneer. "If you want to become a part of the league, you need to show me respect."
"Respect should be earned, not demanded." You correct, taking another sip, scenting the man who smelled of death, decay, and dust to become more agitated and hostile. "I don't like showing myself carelessly, but I will make an exception for you, Tomura Shigaraki, since you will become my boss." Without another word, you lower the hood of your black cloak and turn your head, your black locks spilling free as your green eye meets his.
Shigaraki was right. You were a foreigner. Your black, silky, and soft looking tresses, bright and sparkly green eyes shined like newly polished emerald gemstones. Your skin was smooth and flawless, no hint of blemishes or scars. A ring around your eyes, showing you hadn't slept, and were your ears pointed? Your lips were blood red and glossy. Shigaraki felt his heart thump hard within his chest the moment he locked eyes with you; his cheeks heating and his breath caught within his throat. What exactly were you?
Your lips quirked into a knowing smirk, flashing him a sharp-looking fang. "Are you beginning to understand now, boss?" You place your hood back over your head, snapping the man out of his trance.
"What the fuck was that?" Shigaraki growls, his body shivering as chills roll down his spine. He didn't like it. People feared him. Not the other way around. And yet, his own sense of curiosity grew. Something inhuman about you. He felt it. His body remained on high alert and on guard. You were acting chill, polite, and bratty attitude, but he knew. Knew that underneath you were more than you appeared. A killer. "What did you do?" He leaned forward. "What are you?"
You laughed, smirk stretching into a grin, playful and teasing. "I'm a vampire, Tomura Shigaraki." You lean back, relaxing and shrugging your shoulders. "Well, dhampir, if you want to be more technical about it."
"Dhampir?" He repeated the word in English. Why did it sound familiar?
"I'm a halfling, a hybrid." You explained.
Kurogiri cut in. "One of your parents was a vampire, and the other was not?"
"Yes." You nodded your head, finishing your drink. "So, tell me, Tomura Shigaraki." You give him your undivided attention. "Save us both the time and awkward song and dance, I'll ask bluntly." You began, squiring your shoulders. "Am I in or out?"
Silence filled the air.
Later that night, you decided to help Kurogiri in the kitchen and cook dinner. Everyone else was present, aside from Shigaraki. You shouldn't care, and yet it wouldn't be fair to leave him to fend for himself. So, against the other insisting that you leave him alone, you leave the group and head straight towards his room. You follow his scent until you stand directly in front of his bedroom door with a plaque that reads his first name.
You notice the door is slightly ajar. You knock loud enough for him to hear and walk inside, finding him playing a game on his computer.
He didn't hear you. You roll your eyes and try again. Louder.
"Shigaraki?"
A familiar voice startles him from his computer screen. The light blue haired man jumps, hands nearly fumbling and dropping the controller or worse, disintegrated another one. Shigaraki's blood red crimson orbs shift from surprise to narrowing into slits as he spins in his gaming chair and setting his sights on his newest recruit, the true vampire of his group.
The true-born vampire brat, Y/n L/n. Nicknamed "The Bloody Valkyrie." Or Dhampir. A halfling as you called it. Basically, a mutt.
Shigaraki isn't surprised that he sees you, adoring a teasing grin forming on your red painted lips. "What is it?" His eyes narrow at you in suspicion.
Noticing you leaning casually against the doorway of his bedroom as if you owned the hideout. You were the boss, instead of him. Your arms crossed, pressing your breasts together underneath the tight grey tank top or the distracting black yoga pants that hugged your wide hips. Your raven black hair is tied into a bun and being held by a claw clip with a vampire bat on it. "I'm making dinner for everyone and was wondering if you wanted any?" You replied, flickering your head to the side down the hall.
Shigaraki scoffed, his face scrunching in annoyance. "No, thanks." He's surprised that you even thought about it. Why did it make him feel warm and... fuzzy? His cheeks burn. Were you just being a kiss ass? Hoping to climb up the ranks by seducing your boss?
You stifle an eye roll. "Well, too bad. I saved a portion for you, already."
"Then why bother asking?" he grumbles, hands twitching around the gaming controller. He isn't used to any form of kindness aside from Master or Kurogiri. It's how it's always been. For years, ever since he can remember. Everything else gets hazy, yet something deep down tells him it's better this way. Better that he forgets his past.
It was still odd. You seemed to know exactly where to find him. Your powers were another set of God level hacks and cheat codes. It was both impressive and creepy.
Instead of leaving like he thought you would. No, you do the opposite. You push yourself forward, sauntering further into his room. His sanctuary. You keep your gaze on him while moving over piles of empty energy drink cans, dirty clothes, full trash bags, and clutter. Your emerald green gems pierce him, straight into the depths of his soul. Through the haze, the cobwebs, ashes, decay, and rot. His heart skips a beat, and his breath silently hitches.
Shigaraki opens his mouth to say something else, but you cut him off.
"You need to take better care of yourself, boss." You almost jump on top of his computer desk, planting your ass down on the surface like you've done it a thousand times before. You playfully dig the heel of your socked foot on the armrest of his chair before crossing your legs.
Shigaraki blinks. Did you just? His eyes widen as saucers, then his hands tighten around his controller, the device groaning as he grits his teeth and jaw wound tight. "Did you seriously come bursting into my room uninvited to lecture me?" He relaxes his grip, taking a deep breath to calm himself.
"I'm only giving you advice." You laugh, shrugging. "Take it or leave it." Your eyes leave his face to his desk. More empty trash, empty soda and energy drink cans, his phone, headset, stand, and headphones lying beside him, then shifts back to him. "You are our leader." You continue, leaning further back and tilting your head to the side, fluttering your thick, long lashes. "A leader should be healthy and fit. You never know when someone can deactivate your quirk or tie your hands." You rush forward, disappearing with the blink of an eye, snatch the controller out of his hands, and straddle his lap, grabbing his hands and stretching them over his head. Your hands held each wrist in a tight and firm grip, away from his hands. "See?" Your smile widens into a smirk.
Shigaraki freezes. He didn't expect that. He should have. He should have known better. Known that you were a cheating, sneaky little black snake. He hates how instantly his body is affected by feeling your weight and plush curves above him. Awakening unfamiliar and familiar feelings, all at once. His body betrays him. Becoming rock hard, tingling, and sensitive as blood immediately rushes to his groin beneath his sweatpants.
This is the closest he's ever been to you. To a girl. No. A woman. First time a woman has dared to try to manhandle him. He can smell your sweet perfume, feel the heat of your body and breasts brushing against his hoodie. He intakes a shaky breath, trying to recompose himself. Trying not to focus on your own fully clothed sex touching his. He shoves lewd thoughts out of the forefront of his mind. Your hands were smaller than his. Cold yet warm? You must have just fed. "You've made your point, now get off," he bites out.
"No, need to get embarrassed, boss." You purr, leaning forward to run your nose along his throat, unable to help yourself.
Your touch sets his blood on fire. He can't stop himself from shuddering, but he snarls and glares at you. "I am not."
You knew you should have listened. Shouldn't have teased him too hard, but how could you not? His blushing and flustered face is adorable. It's addictive. Fucking intoxicating, especially when he is glaring at you with fire in his eyes. You could smell the scent of death, sweat, and his natural scent beneath the others. His anger. His confusion, lust, and burning desire; feel his southern friend throbbing and begging for attention beneath you. You wondered what other noises and looks you could pull out of him? This poor man is deprived of love, attention, physical contact, and intimacy.
You lean back, licking one of your fangs and lips. "You can't lie to me, boss." You whisper softly. "I can hear your pulse jumping." You run your thumb directly along the inside of his wrist, over his pulse point.
Shigaraki continues glaring at you with the eyes of a scared, feral, desperate, and stubborn male animal. "Damn you, vampire brat," he hisses through his teeth, snarling and bucking his hips up, trying to get you off him, but it does the opposite. Rubbing his hardness between your legs and he nearly groans out loud. He felt it. Your wetness and heat as you tighten your thighs around his hips and don't budge an inch. The chair beneath him groaned and rattled, the wheels squeaking.
It didn't help the gasping moan that slipped out between your lips, causing him to pause and grow harder. The sound. So feminine, cute, and hypnotizing. A realistic moan compared to 2D and pixelated h-scene-inspired moans and animated porn. He wanted to hear it again. Wanted to hear more. Watch your prideful and smug face fall into a flustered, moaning mess.
You weren't wearing much underneath, other than your favorite black lacy bralette and underwear. You were surprised yourself. Biting your lower lip with a fang as you swallowed thickly, your body reacting to his. Becoming wet, lust and bloodlust mingling, control wavering. You can't deny that Tomura Shigaraki was attractive beneath his mop of pale baby blue hair, underneath the scars and dehydrated skin and wrinkles. His voice was low and sexy, a growling rasp that made your inwardly melt.
You shake yourself back to the present, lips forming a seductive smirk and retaining eye contact, deciding to switch things up. "Nice try, boss." You praise him. You watch his face redden a darker shade, genuine surprise to your praises. Hear his heartbeat pounding and fluttering within his malnourished ribcage. “But you need to try a little harder.” You give him a cheeky wink.
“Get. Off. Me,” he grits out, yanking his arms again.
“Make me.” You taunt. Knowing you were playing a dangerous game.
He’s not strong enough. He never will be. You can tell that he isn't a quitter. He isn't going to give up. He'll be fighting for dominance, he'll try to bite you and buckle you off with every ounce of physical strength beneath his body, but never succeed at overpowering you. He does exactly that. Leaning forward and trying to bite you, stretching his arms and limbs, nearly pulling them out of their sockets, or dislocating them.
You back away, laughing. Disappearing into mist, off him and reappearing back at the doorway. "Or not."
Your back facing him, glancing over your shoulder as The League of Villains Leader nearly threw himself out of his own gaming chair and fell onto the floor, if he hadn't caught himself. Fingers white-knuckled and gripping the armrests for dear life, ring fingers raised, panting and growling. "You'll pay for teasing me and pulling a cheap, cheating stunt like that, blood sucking bitch." He raises a hand to scratch at his neck. Adding to his confusion, frustration, and distress.
"I'd love to see you try, Shiggy." Your eyes follow his movement. "Careful, boss." You warn gently, cocky grin lowering into a small frown. "If you draw blood, you will be tempting me to come crawling back to you." Genuine concern shining in your greens.
Shigaraki halts his movement, blunt nails sinking harder into his own skin, then stopping. Why were you showing him pity? Why did you care? Did. Did you just nickname him?! "Get out," Shigaraki yells, face brightening a redder shade. Voice cracking. His whole body was shaking and trembling with rage and embarrassment.
Your lips twitch, tugging higher, showing off your pearly white teeth and fangs. "I heard you the first time, Shiggy." You wave your hand and walk out, stepping into the hall, closing the door behind you. "I'll see you at the dinner table in... ten? Twenty minutes, yeah?" You laugh softly. "Take your time, boss."
The door closes.
Shigaraki mutters a string of curses. Leaning back into his gaming chair, releasing a frustrated groaning hiss, and running a hand through his hair, and nearly yanking the roots out. "I shouldn't have listened to Toga." He grumbles to himself, clinching his teeth. His body is still distracted. Hot. Already missing your weight and warmth. Damn you. He thinks, staring at his new problem. If he had his hands, he could have pulled your weight fully down on top of him, grinded himself upwards and- no, no!
Shigaraki shuts his eyes tight. His entire body tingles and quakes, sweat clinging to his brow, and his hands become clammy. Your sweet voice and moan ring and replay in his head. He realizes that you were more than a distraction. A mistake. He didn't need a pretty distraction, tempting him when he had more important things to worry about. Spreading The Leagues name and gaining recognition. Spreading fear and chaos across Japan.
He'd seen how other men ogle you. How Dabi teases you. The flame bastard is trying to get a rise out of you. Acting like a big bully with a crush. The sight makes him sick. Makes him envious and jealous when he hears you laughing at Dabi's or Twice's corny, stupid jokes or taunts. The sparkle of life and genuine laughter, light behind your green gems.
You were just in his room, invading his space, tainting and touching his things, and straddling his lap.
Would you do the same to Dabi? To Twice? Mister? Spinner?
The thought of you making those lewd, sinful noises for anybody else. For this made Shigaraki see red. No, he won't share you.
His eyes widen. Share you? Where the hell did that come from? You weren't his. You were just a newbie player he'd just unlocked and allowed into his party.
"Dammit," he sighs, tugging off his hoodie over his head and throwing it down into a heap on the floor, followed by his long-sleeved shirts. His body temperature hadn't gone down. He's still sporting a raging hard-on and stuck with the aftermath of your teasing. Crimson orbs trail to the mirror across from him, staring at his own reflection. The bullet and knife wounds from the stupid USJ incident and The Hero Killer were healed, ragged, and noticeable against his frail and thin-looking body. His scarred mouth lowers into a frown.
Your words come back to him. You need to start taking better care of yourself, boss. Why? He didn't need it. He's fine the way he is. He's an adult. He doesn't need a babysitter or someone to fret over him and his needs. He's alive. He eats when he's hungry. He sleeps and does the bare minimum. He doesn't need to impress anybody. He doesn't need a girlfriend. He didn't need you babying him.
And yet.
Why can't he get your worried and concerned stare out of his mind? The genuine and pure emotion shining from your beautiful and hypnotizing eyes. Why did your touch affect him so? Why did your words cut him deeply?
He knew you were older than him.
Why did your eyes hold someone who's lived far older than you looked?
Were you older than his Master? Had you seen the world and traveled twice as longer than either of them had been alive?
The more unanswered questions swirling around in his head, the more curious and frustrated Shigaraki was becoming without knowing them.
Shigaraki stood to his feet, gathering clean clothes and a towel, heading towards his bedroom door, threw it open. He didn't care if it bounced and slammed into the wall on his way out as he made his way towards the bathroom for a shower. He ignores the string of giggles between you and Toga that he heard coming from the bar. His ears and face warm as he grunts and grumbles another curse. He felt his lips twitch higher, a fierce gleam in his blood red crimson hues, ice cold and merciless.
He will find your weakness. Your secrets. He will watch you become a flustered mess beneath him and beg for him to touch you. To relieve you of your own aching need and desires. If you wanted to play, then you've picked the wrong gaming master to challenge head-on.
He will win.
You will lose.
Let the game begin.