The Emerald King (VillainDekuxFem!Reader)

Chapter 11

The burnt villain, Dabi, sits on a plush sofa without care. His feet rest on the glass table in front of him, shifting ever so slightly as he stares at the clock. 

"You'd think someone so insistent on working with the boss," he begins, "would have met with us faster."

"How rude, we must be patient."

Dabi rolls his eyes at his companion, Twice, and his antics. Out of the league, Twice is probably the most bearable to work with, even with his odd mental state, but Dabi will always prefer to work alone. 

"I see you've made yourselves comfortable."

Dabi and Twice quickly turn to the man who just entered the room. He's shorter than Dabi expected, maybe only 5'5", but he seems taller than everyone in the room. The mask covering part of his face is black with deep green accents, matching the man's suit and hair. 

Despite how grand the famed "Emerald King" looks, Dabi's eyes rest on the woman holding onto the King's arm. 

She wears a gorgeous gown that certainly fits the theme of emerald royalty, but her scarlet jewelry stands out in the best of ways. She too wears a mask, a much more decorated one in shades of emerald and gold. If he's the Emerald King, she must be the Emerald Queen.

"It's an honor to meet you. It's about time you showed up!" Twice exclaims. 

Neither host seems surprised or taken aback by the sudden tone change. Maybe they had heard of it before and prepared for it.

"I was told I'd be meeting with you tomorrow," the king begins, "so what could've brought you to my home so soon? Surely the infamous League of Villains isn't so desperate they can't wait one more night."

"Well, we figured we'd do you a favor and come early. The sooner we get negotiations over with, the sooner you can get back to whatever the two of you do. Unless we came at a bad time?"

Dabi says the last sentence with an obvious layer of challenge, much to the king's frustration.

"I recommend holding your tongue, You've been misinformed. You seem to think I was one the ones who approached Shigaraki," the king replies, "in fact, Shigaraki came to me."

...

I could see the color drain from Dabi's face when he realized who needed whom in this scenario. I must admit, it's certainly satisfying to watch the usually confident villain squirm in his seat. 

"My king," I begin, trying to hold the act of loving queen, "our guests seem nervous, shall I call for refreshments? I'm sure a glass would calm any nerves."

"That's a wonderful idea, my queen." Izuku's ability to flip from powerful confidence to soft, loving voice borders between frightening and endearing. With a smile and a nod, I rise from the sofa and leave to find one of the many workers.

I don't need to walk very far, the workers skilled in battle stay near the guest lounge at Izuku's orders. 

It's for both our safety, but especially for mine. I may have been trained by some of the greatest heroes in Japan, but Dabi has a fire quirk and plants are very much flammable. 

I ask a woman in a maid's uniform to bring some snacks and drinks to the lounge. She curtsies and leaves immediately to do so, and I take a moment to quickly examine the other workers. 

One in particular catches my eye. He has blonde hair, a purple and blue suit, and a silver mask. But what stands out in this flashy outfit is his belt: metal with a beam concentrator in the center. 

The two of us make eye contact, his indigo eyes tell me he knows exactly who I am. I return his knowing smile with one of my own. Right then, we make a silent agreement to tell no one of this moment. 

I swiftly return to the room, smiling at the thought of another aspiring hero being nearby. 

I take my seat near Izuku, who seems upset and tense. Just as I sit down, Izuku stands and whispers. 

"If they try anything, scream for a guard," he tells me, "and don't be afraid to fight back."

He gives me a quick peck on the forehead, surprising me, and quickly leaves the room. I turn to Dabi and Twice and contemplate how to continue. 

"I never knew the emerald king had a queen," Dabi interrupts my thought process. He leans forward, resting his elbows on his knees, and smirks. 

"I do not like to make myself known," I reply, trying to sound as regal as possible. Dabi's smirk seems to grow, making me feel uneasy. I would call for a guard, but I don't want to create any strain in this situation. 

Instead of replying, Dabi thinks for a moment. He seems to silently challenge me to hold eye contact, a challenge I gladly accept. 

Sometimes, when I'm alone, I like to practice looking mature and regal in the mirror. It seems those "silly" hours are finally paying off. 

I glare at Dabi and he replies with an even bigger grin.

"Heh, I like you," he says, catching both me and his partner by surprise, "why don't you come back to the league with us, I'm sure we'll make it worth your while."

"No thank you," I reply firmly. 

"Awe, come on baby," he says as he stands and walks towards me, "if it's power you're after, you could do so much better. After all, who has more power? 

The secret leader of an underground yakuza no one knows about?

 Or, the infamous League of Villains that everyone fears?"

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A/n: I'm so sorry for how long this took to finish. I've been struggling a lot, and stress usually leads to writer's block. Thank you so much for your patience, it means the world to see still people reading and enjoying my work. 

I've also been working on my original stories when I get the chance. When I finish one I plan to publish it (probably on Patreon first if that works, since it's not guaranteed to be a paid story on Wattpad and I am very broke.) If anyone's interested in learning more, comment on this paragraph and I'll announce when it's finished. 

Thank you for coming to my TED talk, have a wonderful day my dear cyclones <3