princess | dabi x reader

part 37

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I quickly scattered my old products, desperate to find ones I could use for tonight. As I applied the layers of moisturizer and serum onto my face, Dabi came back into the bathroom with a surprise.

"Here's your mask." he said, before placing a half-mask on the counter.

"I thought we weren't going to use masks?" I asked, whilst picking and examining the one he had lent me.

"They're special masks. It only covers half of your face, primarily for the look. We gotta fit in." Dabi responded, before leaving the bathroom once more.

I could already tell I wasn't going to like this mission. It's all for an old bunch of owed money, boss could easily get it himself. After checking the old clock, we were already running late on schedule. Five in the afternoon, and the mission starts at seven.

I left the bathroom, and made my way into our bedroom. Dabi was checking himself in the mirror, whilst fixing his shiny, leather suit. The sight made me blush, as his suit perfectly held his body.

Putting my thoughts aside, I then scouted throughout our closet. I didn't have a lot of clothes, so I constantly re-wore my previous ones, although I did keep them in good condition.

There it was, my favorite dress. It was a crimson, satin gown, which reached down to my ankles. A major slit in the dress exposed my other leg, as the rest caressed the curves of my body. If one looked closely at the fabric, then they would be able to notice glittering details.

My legs were moisturized and shaved, prepared for the soft stitches of the dress. I glided the straps up my legs, then pulling them over my shoulders. After dressing my body in the gown, I spent no time before admiring myself in the mirror.

Dabi wrapped his arm over my shoulder, and began to laugh. "Look at us!" he exclaimed, before glaring at me in the reflection.

I tilted my head against his, before smiling and taking ahold of his hand. "We need to fix your hair, though."

We made our way back into the bathroom, as I then gathered the aloe vera gel. With slick motions, I gelled back the spikes of Dabi's hair. Now, his forehead was exposed, and his hair protruded all-around in spears.

I tried to hide as much white as I could, since we don't have any more raven dye. "This'll last for tonight. Tomorrow, we can go and search for more dye."

Dabi looked in the mirror, seeming conflicted. Despite his freshened look, the camouflaged, white streaks of hair still caused him to freeze. He swallowed his fear, and began to stroke my hair with his fingers. "Want me to start curling, now?"

I nodded my head, and patiently waited as Dabi used his warmth to curl my hair into drills. It began as an inside joke, but now we took enjoyment in doing it for fun. I laughed at his focused state, trying to not budge my head.

His finger drew too close to my face, scaring me and making me flinch. "Not too close, asshole!"

"I can't believe you still call me that." Dabi chuckled, before finishing one side of my head.

"I've been with you for nearly three years. It's just tradition." I responded, whilst combing through and loosening the freshly-made curls.

After finishing the opposite side of my head, Dabi then removed his fingers off the tips of my hair. "And you'll be with me forever."

His choice of words made my shoulders tense up, as he drew closer from behind me. "Hmm? Cat got your tongue?"

I turned around, and planted a swift kiss upon Dabi's lips, before hitting him with a smile. "No."

"I'd like that." I continued, giggling.

Dabi was tossed aback, but immediately calmed his senses. He smiled back, flashing his teeth as he topped with ecstasy. "Someday, when we're out of this mess. I have my plan all written out."

He sounded humorous, talking about a plan. Dabi and I joked about getting married a lot, but in reality, it seemed like the perfect future to me. "You have a plan?" I laughed.

"Hell yeah I do. I can't wait to make you my fucking wife, (Y/N)." he responded in a serious tone, making my cheeks flush an intense red.

I took ahold of Dabi's hand, entwining my cold fingers with his. Hopefully, our ensemble for tonight would be enough. His gnarled skin was covered by his leather suit, and I had gelled back his hair to the best of my ability.

With me, though, there was nothing really to hide. In the villain world, people just know me as Dabi's sidekick. My quirk was useful, but inefficient if I didn't have a working partner. Now that I could enhance Dabi's flames, we had made quite a name for ourselves.

The league had disbanded, but we still gathered under an even larger organization. I haven't heard from Toga since I left, but I hope she's doing well. My train of thought was suddenly interrupted, as Dabi spoke once more.

"Alright, we should get going now." he said, before flicking off the light.

Dabi and I quickly made our way to the street-view, which was littered with people. We wore our half-masks, keeping a low profile whilst surrounded by these large crowds of civilians. "Busy night?" I asked.

My satin dress felt smooth against my legs, hugging the rounded curves of my body with ease. As Dabi and I walked, my crimson heels clanked against the blackened concrete. "Look." he said, directing his eyes towards our destination.

The crowds of people were gathering outside of the club, and that's when I realized it. It wasn't an ordinary club, in fact, it was none other than the club I once worked at. Dabi drew closer to the club, leaving me behind as I stood frozen. "D-Dabi, wait."

I knew what was happening, it was a special event that happened only three times a year. The club is bustling with people, and maybe even she was there. It's been a few years, but I wonder if she stayed stuck at that position.

Dabi paused the motion of his feet, peering his eyes back at me. "It's going to be okay, (Y/N)." he comforted, before turning his body around.

"As long as you're by my side, everything is going to be okay."

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authors note; this part n the next one arent planned at all i'm so sorry if it comes off as messy 😭😭

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