#dad!dabi

[touyasdoll]

Like You

pairing: dad!Dabi/Touya Todoroki x fem!reader

word count: 0.6k

warnings: you have a son together, reader referred to as mommy, Touya has feelings

notes: just a sappy little idea I had. I live for this man as a father <3 best dad, hands down. and as always, he deserves the world.

You and Touya are enjoying a peaceful afternoon on the couch, cuddled up together while watching some tv in silence for once. Your little boy is being so good right now, just quietly coloring by himself in the other room.

But then it gets a little bit too quiet, so you get up to investigate, just to make sure that he isn’t getting into anything he shouldn’t be. Lo and behold, your suspicions were correct. You find him absolutely covered in purple marker.

It’s everywhere. His arms, his neck, his face. All on his cheeks and just beneath his oceanic eyes. He’d even taken his shirt off to color in part of his chest.

“What—,” you blink, laughing and shaking your head as you walk closer to him. “Honey, what are you doing?”

You reach out to take the marker from him, but he grips it tighter and takes a step back.

“No, I’m not done yet!” He pouts, looking down at his belly to put the purple ink to his skin again.

“Not done with what? I think you’ve done enough, sweetheart. C’mere, lemme see that, please,” you say as you hold out your hand.

Touya’s sitting on the couch waiting for you to return, though his parental senses are tingling. He’s about to get up and come to check on the both of you when he hears your laughter.

“Hey, what’s so funny in there?” He calls playfully as he gets up anyway to wander down the hall, curious as to what’s going on.

He leans against the entrance to the playroom and his eyes pop open wide when he sees the mess that’s made it’s way all over your son and his tiny little activity table.

“Tell Daddy what you’re doing, baby,” you instruct the small boy with a fond smile on your lips.

“I wanted to look cool like you!” He proclaims, the most pure smile propping up his chubby cheeks.

Touya’s heart clenches in his chest so tight that he actually clutches it, wearing the same expression you’d had on just moments ago, positively endeared by your son’s ingenious idea.

He’s always thought that he looks disgusting, even with the countless amount of times you’ve insisted otherwise. It isn’t until this moment that he starts to believe that maybe you’re not entirely wrong after all, but he’s mostly just relieved that his own child doesn’t find him repulsive and touched that he actually wants to emulate him. It’s the only time in his life he’s actually felt more like a hero than a villain.

“I’m missing the shiny parts though,” your son announces, wearing a pout that’s identical to his fathers, though Touya would deny that he’s ever pouted in his life.

“Well, I think we have some staples,” Touya says casually as he looks over his shoulder.

“Absolutely not.” You shake your head, laughing. “This is good enough. You did such a good job, baby.”

“Aw, c’mon, we can use that shit that you use to put your eyelashes on or whatever. That’s safe, right?” Touya jokes as he strolls further into the room.

You roll your eyes, though you can’t help the amused smile on your lips.

“Language. And no staples. Maybe we can find some tinsel or something though,” you concede. “And some body safe paint.”

“See, that’s why it’s a good thing we have Mommy,” Touya says as he moves to sit on the floor, ruffling the tot’s white hair. “You did do a great job, buddy. C’mere.”

He extends his long arms and pulls the tike into a hug, just in time to spare him from seeing the single crimson tear slipping from his seam, though you catch it. You reach out to gently swipe it away with your thumb before you join in on their embrace, pressing a kiss to your husband’s face and then your son’s.

[thecowboykatsuki-anon]

Dabi wasn’t ever the white picket fence type.

Didn’t see himself falling in love and being somebody’s white knight, that just wasn’t him. He was happy to ride and travel for Fatgum Rodeo’s team until his body couldn’t take it anymore. He was happy alone.

Or at least he thought he was.

But that was before he met you. He never realized how big the hole in his heart was until you were there, filling in the cracks with your love. He hadn’t been able to see it. Didn’t recognize how much he needed you until he had you, feeling happiest when you were in his arms. No, that wasn’t right. He felt the most complete when you were in his arms.

He never imagined he’d be settling down in his hometown. He never knew that one day he’d be setting down roots in that big ranch house that had been for sale since he was a kid but there he was, bringing you home on your wedding night, making love and eventually sleeping on an air mattress on the floor cause the furniture was late. Falling asleep that night with you in his arms, he realized he’d found what he never knew he always wanted.

He definitely never saw himself singing lullabies in the middle of the night, his daughter cradled in his arms, eyes that reflected his own staring back at him. He didn’t think he could love any harder after meeting you, but he knows he was wrong yet again. He’s amazed that he helped create something so sweet, so innocent, so beautiful, watching in awe as tiny fingers wrap around his index finger even as those wide eyes drift shut.  

He knows down the hall you’re asleep, peacefully waiting for him to return, but in the quiet of the night, watching his daughters tiny chest rise and fall as she sleeps, he can’t bring himself to get out of that rocking chair. She’s completely stolen every bit of his heart. He knows she won’t be this little forever, knows that he has to soak it up as much as he possibly can. (At least until he can convince you she needs a sibling.)

Everytime he thinks he’s complete, you bring a new light into his life and fill his heart so much he thinks he might die. But he doesn’t mind. It’s better than the emptiness from before. And now, as he sets his daughter in her crib, he recognizes that yet again, he’s holding what he never knew he always wanted.

He’s quiet when he returns to your bed, but you stir anyways, turning towards him, your hair a tangled mess beneath your cheek, and a thin line of drool leaking out the corner of your mouth. He chuckles, wiping away your spit with his thumb and in your sleep, you give a soft sigh and a smile that makes his heart stop.

He’s gentle as he pulls you closer to him, and your hand automatically falls onto his chest, right above his heart and he sighs, content as he presses a gentle kiss to your forehead, his eyes drifting shut as he reflects on how he got here and muses that maybe, just maybe, life has a way of showing you what you need.

[starkdemigodninja]

I might do some Dad! Dabi headcanons sometime this weekend. Hell maybe tonight if I can’t sleep. What y’all think?

[acreseed]

I’m sorry

[willowser]

"touya, are you my dad?"

rei's house is quiet this late, only alive in the muted whir of ceiling fans and the rainbow of colors from the nightlight out in the hall. touya can just barely see the distant glow peeking under the gap of the door; soft greens and blues and purples.

all the air in the room seems to evaporate, and instead is replaced by that awful, muggy heat that builds up in touya's hairline and in the creases of his skin, everytime he hears that word: dad.

he's better at knowing how to act around kids than he expected to be. not in some parental sense, but the bits and pieces of touya the big brother are at work again, slow and old and creaking—but moving nonetheless.

touya's thankful for the quiet; whispering hides the tremor in his voice. when he turns to the little girl in the small bed lying beside him, all he sees is you, staring back in red and orange and yellow.

"what makes you ask that?"

the little girl shrugs, shuffles around to push still-wet hair out of her face as she snuggles deeper into her blankets. touya doesn't realize he's holding his breath until she finally elaborates, clutching her little stuffed puppy to her round, full cheeks. "that's what people say."

it's not that you don't want her to know, but softening the truth for a kid ain't easy; touya's not even sure he wants her to know, quite yet, because it means introducing a version of himself he's not proud of. one he's never been proud of, one that still itches under his skin and makes his hands shake, one that wants to burn the guilt away instead of face it.

touya watches the soft blink of her eyelashes, long and dark, and when she looks back up at him, he's just—not ready for her to know him yet. because—

"would it be okay if i was?"

the little girl—his, yours—thinks for only a moment before nodding. "yeah, that'd be okay."

because this touya's okay, for now.

it makes him smile, even with the uncomfortable heat that's broken sweat all out across his body, even with the shame that's waiting for him out beyond the edges of the greens and blues and purples. even knowing that, one day soon, he's gonna have to break her heart the same way he broke yours.

touya shifts a little further down in the bed until his head's resting on her pillow, so they're eye level. he's half hanging off the thing, the tiny twin bed in her room at his mom's house. still doesn't have a place of his own yet, still trying to remember how to be a functioning member of society; gears slow and old and creaking, but moving nonetheless.

the is the only way he gets to see her right now, these few days out of the week that you let her stay the night, so he can get to know the daughter he's missed out on for far too long.

touya hums and forces a big yawn, closes his eyes and hopes she'll follow the act; shouto used to, once long ago. "'s'talk about it tomorrow, okay?"

the little girl shuffles around until she's a little closer, huffing against his face through her own yawn. "okay," she agrees, and touya waits a few minutes before peeking at her. watching her even breathing, in the red and orange and yellow.

[luxthestrange]

BNHA Incorrect quotes#6 Flirt with your dad-

Anti-Hero Y/n who was Touya's friend back UA, Both of you after a fight...but after couple of hours you both got too tired and sat down on a bench and scroll thru your phone for nearby restaurants

Anti-Hero!Y/n: Hey, do you like chicken?

Dabi: Not really...

Anti-Hero!Y/n: And curry?

Dabi: Not much...Maybe let's eat at your place?

Anti-Hero!Y/n: Then you’re not gonna like what I did

Dabi: What? You made chicken curry?

Anti-Hero!Y/n*Showing him a picture of you in bed with a sleeping Enji beside you hugging you from behind* Nah, I f*cked your dad there...

Dadi:...YOU BITCH-

Anti-hero y/n energy with the todoroki family-

[i-cant-sing]

Dad Dabi is getting teary eyed as he watches his baby reader taker her first steps. My man just gets on his knees and opens up his arms for her, scooping her up and cooing how amazing she is. But when he puts her down and reader starts walking again, he realises that this means you're growing up, and since u can walk now, you're gonna start running soon, and then eventually you're gonna leave your old man because someone's scummy son wooed you, and your scummy s/o will obv not let u meet your father and he's gonna die alone and won't be able to protect u from your scummy s/o and the scummy world omg-

And Dabi's like immeadiately pushing you down until u fall softly on ur butt and he's like: alright, cut it out. No more walking for you, little brat.*sniffles*

[poppy5991]

Despite being a villain, Dabi has pretty black and white view of morality and has very distinct ideas about how heroes should act.

And I think that if we did get to see him rehabilitated, it would be really funny to watch him be constantly irritated by little brother, Shoto “the law is stupid so I ignored it” Todoroki.

Imagine him on house arrest: he watches new pro hero, Shoto (who does not have a driver’s license) on TV illegally commandeer some random civilian’s vehicle to go save Deku and is very offended.

“This is the kid you picked to be a hero?!?! This criminal?!?!”

“You burned down like three cities.”

“Yeah, but I was a villain. He just stole that guy’s car! He’s supposed to be a hero.”

[goosegooserevolution]

I know there's nuance to Dabi's character and understanding the Todoroki family. But ultimately, Dabi is just a guy who wants to kill his dad and I respect him for it.

[transhawks]

HES SO FUCKING UNIMPRESSED IM SCREAMING

[shehsart]

If you really think about it he hasn't changed a bit.

[stormcallart]

They’re baaack~

[starkdemigodninja]

Not me trying to draw Touya holding his daughter for the first time and just straight drooling onto my damn iPad screen. 😫😫😫 lord have mercy 🤣🤣🤣

[moodyvoid]

Dabi paid a little too close of attention to Mr. Compress’s theatrical teachings and went and lost his own arm too. Truly a dedicated performer.

[willowser]

noooo, because you're sitting with touya's daughter one day after school, coloring in your classroom to pass the time since he called earlier to tell you he was running a teeny bit late, and out of the blue she says,

"my dad calls you my pretty teacher."

and — you've met him a few times, enough to no longer be intimidated by the aura he wears so well, with the tattoos down his arms and up his neck, the piercings in both ears and each nostril. you learned very quickly that he's a softie, under the exterior, especially for the little girl sitting across from you.

you feel your cheeks warm, but you try not to draw attention to it. "oh, does he now?"

"yeah," she says simply, scratching at her chin before picking out another color for the box between you. "he also asked me if there was a mr. pretty teacher, but i told him i didn't think so because nobody brings you flowers ever."

and — your cheeks heat again, but now because you can't believe the little kids in your class have noticed how single you are. you're a bit stumped on what to say to that, especially when the room door swings open and touya is stepping in, a little out of breath, a red-haired boy sitting on his shoulders,

— with a very small, ribbon-tied bouquet of sunflowers in his tiny hands.

[michaelpyromaniacal]

headcanon that shoto has never called endeavor dad because by the time he was learning to speak, touya and natsuo had already started calling him enji and endeavor instead and were trying to convince fuyumi to do the same

endeavor's still bitter about it