⚠️THIS STORY HAS SOME SMUT⚠️ ℹ️If a chapter has "🔞" it contains smutℹ️ In the searing depths of their passionate desires, Dabi and the Reader succumb to a forbidden connection that sets their worlds ablaze. As the flames of their intense encounters grow, they delve into a world of uninhibited pleasure, exploring the dark corners of their desires, and awakening a bond that transcends the boundaries of reason and convention. Brace yourself for a scorching tale of raw temptation and fiery ecstasy.

Three unlikely people get buried under a skyscraper: Dabi, who has Endeavor at his vengeful flame-tips. ; Endeavor, who is a egoistical asshole that can't back down from a fight. ; And Uult... welp, he's just a crystal user and a pacifist that got caught in between the fire. Add a protective brother, school issues, and a crumbling society that's on the verge of war and what do you got? Bibbitty, babbitty, BOO! How could things get any worse? ---- WARNING: Chapters may contain descriptive violence, drug intake and overdose, implied abuse, describe panic attacks, social anxiety, depression, a house raid, detailed depictions of intense inner turmoil and targets complicated grief. If any of these trigger you, please, be cautious. ---- Also, please note that Uult is my own male oc.

DISCONTINUED Elders in your village speak of gods and demons you've never heard of. You never believed the tales they told.. However.. The name of one of those 'Gods' catches your attention though.. "Miss Amelia.. Could you tell me that one story again?" You ask one of the elders, this time you use the excuse that you have a few of your 'siblings' following you. You lived in a not so small orphanage in the middle of the village, most of the population grew up in that orphanage. "Of course,sit down children." Miss Amelia tells you and your siblings with a smile. You do as told and the story begins. "Long ago there were very few gods.. But these gods had flaws, like everyone else. And out of these flaws rose Demons. Demons were cruel creatures and knew nothing but causing harm to other beings. Some say some of these demons still roam the earth, looking for the ancient gods to cause them even more trouble. I have once met a demon, he introduced himself to me under the name 'Dabi'." That name.. 'Dabi'.. It's so familiar. But you can't seem to remember where you've heard it before..

―Scaramouche, an aspiring artist, has never been good with words. This is the reason he uses painting as an outlet to express the emotions he can never say, but this all comes crashing down when his grades plummet and his mother forces him to quit. In a desperate haste, he seeks out the perfect candidate to help him, and this candidate happens to be you, an aspiring photographer with the perfect set of grades to catch his eye. As you grow closer with the time you spend, you both begin to open up in ways you never suspected you could.