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Hello! I saw your requests were open and figured why not propose an idea for a little drabble :D
Imagine Dabi as the Phantom of the Opera and Reader as Christine. I feel like the role just suits him since it's a little on the Yandere side without being crazy and the mask works for covering his dead skin. HES ALSO JUST BEAUTIFUL!
Thank you!
(Laser: Okay, this was a fun one. I watched the 1925 movie for research and Lon Chaney's Phantom was kind of fitting for Dabi? He had kind of a mean edge to him that I thought worked well. Thank you for the request! I think it might be a little OOC but I hope it's alright ^u^)
Pairing: Dabi/fem!Reader, Slight Hawks/fem!Reader (I cast him as Raoul lmao)
Content: Yandere, kidnapping, murder, rough handling. Reader is delicate and timid.
MHA-MHA-MHA
There were whispers of a phantom haunting the Musutafu Opera House, only seen out of the corner of one's eye, wreathed in flames so hot they burned blue. He terrorized the management, making demands that, should they not be met, would lead him to enact his fiery curse. His threats were not to be taken lightly. He had already killed some of the stagehands, leaving behind nothing but scorch marks and ash on the floor where a man once stood. It was because of this that the mysterious specter had earned another moniker: Dabi.
Amid this tumultuous time at the opera house, your star was rising. You had gone from a nobody to the understudy of the Prima Donna in record time, and it was all thanks to the guidance of the Angel of Music. Only ever appearing to you as a voice, the Angel had helped you hone your abilities in singing, all he asked for in return was your devotion and one day, he said, he would appear to you and demand your love. It filled you with a sense of trepidation, and yet, as you continued to rise in fame and prominence, you felt that you should be grateful, shouldn't you?
But you were conflicted. As much as you were indebted to the Angel of Music, you had someone else in your heart: your childhood sweetheart, Keigo, reunited again after all these years. You didn't know how you were meant to devote yourself wholly to your master while you still carried Keigo in your heart.
But before you knew it, the day your master came for your love was upon you. It was time to prove your devotion to him.
MHA-MHA-MHA
Chaos at the Opera House.
The management had defied the Phantom's demands and were paying the price.
In the middle of a performance of Faust, blue flames erupted above the audience, weakening the supports of the building's grand chandelier and sending it crashing down onto the spectators. Screams and shouts rang out as cast and audience member alike rushed to evacuate or help those crushed beneath the large, fallen structure.
You fled back into your dressing room to escape the panic, your heart racing at what you just witnessed. You braced yourself against your door, catching your breath. That's when the voice of the Angel called out to you.
"(Name), it's time..." his voice echoed the room, a rough, striking rasp.
"Master?" you gasped out, looking out into the empty room.
"Yes, your master has come for you," there was an eagerness, an urgency to his voice. "Just like I promised."
Suddenly, the large wall mirror opposite to you gave a mighty creak, and you watched in stunned silence as it shifted and slowly gave way to a dimly lit hidden passage.
"Walk through the mirror and join me," his voice sounded from somewhere within the passage, sounding clearer than ever now that you weren't separated by the wall.
You took a couple of tentative steps forward, part of your mind warning you that something was wrong, to not follow this voice. But loyalty and, admittedly, curiosity drew you forward, first tentatively and then more confidently. The door to your dressing room burst open, making you stumble your way into the passage in surprise. You turned around, hearing Keigo call out your name only for the passage to close once more, sealing you away.
Shakily, you looked around you. You were on a dimly lit staircase made of old stone. Dust and cobwebs surrounded you, immediately clinging to your dress and hair. Peering down the dark steps ahead of you, you felt dread curl in your stomach.
"Finally."
A hand grasped your shoulder from behind and you cried out in fright, spinning around and losing your footing. You nearly fell down the stairs if not for the arm going around your waist and the hand wrapping around your wrist. You were pulled forward, flush against a too-warm body and you looked up into the masked face of the man before you.
The white mask covered his face completely and the rest of his body was draped in black. The only visible part of him was his eyes that were such a vibrant turquoise that you swore they glowed in the low lighting. You were stiff with shock, unable to move by the intimidating figure this stranger cut.
"Don't be scared," he pulled you even closer, his masked face drawing nearer. His eyes were bright as they greedily drank you in. "It's me, your master, your Angel of Music."
Your eyes widened as you recognized the deep rasp of his voice. "It is you..." the angel that had been guiding you, mentoring you, helping you cultivate your talents was the person in front of you.
You didn't know how to feel.
This is not what you expected when the angel had first spoken to you, for him to turn out to be this dark figure in a mask. Your head was spinning, your nerves ramped up from the chaos of the theater and now this strange meeting. You were caught off guard when his grip on your wrist tightened and he was suddenly ushering you down the stairs, practically dragging you along in his hurry.
So much was happening so fast as he took you deep beneath the Musutafu Opera House, into the old catacombs that the building had been built over. Before you knew it, he'd turned more corners than you could keep track of, and you realized then that you were truly at his mercy. Should you venture out on your own, you would be hopelessly lost.
He took you through a heavy door, into a private chamber of sorts. The door closed with a deafening thud, the sound of him turning a key in the lock feeling dreadfully ominous.
You turned to face him, your heart pounding in your chest. You were alone with him now, in an unfamiliar place. You felt vulnerable. Afraid.
He turned away from the door, looking down at you in all his imposing glory. He stalked closer to you, and you couldn’t help but back up. He paused, chuckling, it was a dark sound that filled the space.
“I’m not going to hurt you, you know,” he said, and he grabbed your wrist again, yanking you closer to him. He peered down into your eyes, his presence so overwhelming, “now that I’ve brought you home, I plan on treating you right.”
Home. You glanced around, taking in how… lived-in the space was, decorated with various rugs and mismatched furniture. It was a home, his home.
“I...I can’t stay here,” you found your voice, though it was small. “Please take me back.”
“No?” his voice had a hard edge to it. He brought his other hand up to grip your face, “it’s what you promised me, isn’t it? All that work I put into making you a star, making sure those bastards at the Opera put you on the stage like you deserve, and you’re gonna back out on your end of the deal?”
He sounded angry, his eyes wide behind his mask, almost deranged.
You pushed his hand away from your face, shaking your head, “stop it- you’re scaring me…” Your benevolent Angel of Music was nowhere to be seen. In its place stood a devil.
“Maybe you should be scared,” he said and you gasped as you found yourself pushed against a wall of cold, unforgiving stone, his hands gripping your shoulders. “Maybe it’ll help you understand. You’re mine, you were mine from the moment I laid eyes on you. I made you, (Name), and now I’ve brought you home.”
“No!” you brought your hands up to push him away, one of your hands knocking against his mask. He stepped back as the mask fell, falling to the ground with a clatter.
You gasped.
The man’s face was covered in heavy burn scars, dying skin literally being held together by staples. He brought his hand to his now bare face, slowly turning his eyes back to you. He smirked, a cold laugh leaving his mouth.
“Terrible, isn’t it?” he asked, eyes flashing dangerously, “well, don’t be shy, take a nice long look, (Name)!”
He grabbed you by the back of your neck, bringing you face to face with him as he grinned cruelly down at you. He seemed to take pleasure in your fear. You struggled, your legs weak from fright at the sudden rough handling and he let you fall to the ground in a shaking heap.
He took some steps back and suddenly, he was on fire, blue flames rising from his hands. The clothing of his upper body burned away, revealing even more scarred, stapled skin.
“You’re the Phantom…” you realized as you looked up at him from the ground, the blue flames unmistakable. “You’re Dabi…!”
He grinned, crouching down in front of you, “that’s right. I’m the monster that’s been terrorizing the Opera House,” he tilted his head, his turquoise eyes cold as ice, “but before I was a monster, I was a man named Touya. It was the world up there that made me like this! Society and that stupid old man!”
You trembled as he ranted, unable to face the revelation that the Phantom and your angel were one and the same. You felt faint, dizzy as your world flipped upside down. You were unable to resist as he took your face in his hands, his touch almost gentle.
“But I’m ready now,” he said, bringing himself closer to you. “To take what I deserve, and burn down anything that stands in my way.”
You lost consciousness as his lips pressed to yours.
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