Paring: Corpse Husband x GN!Reader

Genre: angst

Warnings: mentions of torture (just kinda of hinted), suicide mentions (like two sentences), not proof read

WC: ~1.8k

Request: yo different life was amazing ! very well written ! not pressuring you but could you perhaps writing a 2nd part? maybe where reader and corpse just accept their fate as villains and go on to earn a top spot on the lov?

AN: okay I've been rewatching Tokyo Ghoul and when you sent this ask I went 0.0 cause like ahah torture anyone??? No but reader and corpse get tortured so here's your second warning and they revert back to villainous selves muahaahah. (I'm also a Dabi fucker big time so there were times I kept making scenes between Dabi and the reader and I was like wait-back it up- not this fic hun) Hope you like this love! Muah!

You despised them. Shigaraki. Dabi. Kurogiri. Twice. Spinner. Compress. Toge. Everyone who laid a finger on you and Corpse. You hated them with a passion. You wanted to do to them what they did to you. Listen to their screams and cries while they beg for their life. You wanted revenge, wanted them dead at your feet. You wanted all these horrible things to happen to them, but you couldn't do it. Not with this stupid fucking shock collar around your neck.

"Hey, you okay?" Corpses' voice breaks you from your thoughts and you visibly relax at the sound of his voice. You turn your head to look at him and you forget all the hatred and anger in your veins as you look into his eyes. But it soon resurfaces as you glance down at the same shock collar around his neck as well. You look back down to the bar and notice you had melted your glass and the bourbon had made a small puddle under your hand. How did you not notice this?

"Yeah. I'm good." You lie as you set the glass down and wipe away the liquid with your sleeve. Corpse doesn't elaborate, and you're happy he did because Dabi walks into the room and sits down at the bar, ordering the same drink you did from Kurogiri. Corpse sits down so he blocks your view of him and you silently thank him. Just the sight of Dabi makes your blood boil and fear course through you. It's like you could still feel his hands burning your skin whenever you saw him. You hated it. You hated him.

"What are you two doing around here? Shouldn't you be back doing grunt work like the boss told you to?" Dabi takes a sip of his drink and your hands clenched tightly before Corpse moved his hands over your balled fist.

"We're finished." Corpse simply states and Dabi stays silent, though you can feel his eyes peering at you.

"Finished are you?" Dabi swings his feet around towards you two and begins taking steps towards you two. He's behind you know, and you can feel the heat from his hands as he brings it close to your neck. "Who said you were done?" Dabi finishes before he's pushed away from you by Corpse; who now has gotten up from his seat and faced Dabi head on. You turn on your chair and hop off it, knowing something bad would happen to Corpse once he had pushed Dabi. And knowing Dabi, he would make Corpse pay.

"Woah, calm down, Corpse. Just asking a simple question is all." He smirks as he reaches for his pocket and you visibly tense. "But, it seems you're still acting out of line." He says as he reaches for the remote to the shock collars and presses the top button. Corpse's hands fly up to the collar at the sudden shock and he's brought to his knees before Dabi takes his thumb off the button. Your anger gets the best of you and you act without thinking; rushing at Dabi palms first to try and land a melting hit on him. He's faster and dodges you before pressing the bottom button on the remote and activating your shock collar. You freeze and lose your balance, hitting the ground arms first with a painful 'thud'.

"I think you two aren't as obedient as we may have thought," He takes a step over your body and towards the door he entered just a moment ago. "Oh, well." He says before disappearing from the room. You turn your head to check on Corpse and see him trying to get up from his kneeling position.

"You both need to stop causing trouble." The "all-knowing" voice of Kurogiri has you scowling as you pull yourself up to your knees.

"Shut up." You say to him before Corpse's hand comes into sight; helping you up to your own two feet. You're wobbly and, thankfully, he's there to help steady you. You hated this. Hated feeling so small and so defeated. You wished you could have done more back then when you two were free. Maybe there was something you could've done better. Something that would have prevented this.

"Are you guys coming with us?!" Toga shouts excitedly as she jumps in place. You and Corpse exchange a glance with Shigaraki, who stays silent, before answering her.

"Yeah." You respond as she squeals before turning her attention to Corpse. "Hey, if things get rough you'll let me have some of your blood right?" She asks as her cheeks flare red at the thought of it. Your jaw clenches as Corpse nods his head in agreement. Corpse's quirk has gotten stronger since you two have been back at the League. Spinner and Compress have been training him day in and day out to build up his quirk's stamina so he could have people under longer than before as well as control over who to choose to put under.

"Enough chit chat." Dabi says as he makes his way to the door, signalling the mission was to start. Toga, Compress, and Twice follow along, and as you make it to the door, Shigaraki's voice stops you both.

"No screw ups. I hate cleaning up other people's messes." You shiver at the thought before pushing through the door. One mess up and you're both dead. For a moment you consider just giving up. Messing up on purpose and taking the blame for it. Escaping this hell known as the League. But the thoughts are interrupted as Corpse lays a gentle hand on your back. One touch reminds you why you're fighting.

"So, what's the plan, Dabi?" Compress asks as you all make your way down the empty street.

"No plan. Just barge in and take what's ours." Dabi says and you want to roll your eyes at his cockciness, but your fear has you still and quiet.

"Sounds good to me!" Twice's loud voice booms as he mumbles something that sounded like, "Horrible idea," under his breath.

An abandoned building comes into sight and you presume this is where the mission will actually start. The job, as so loosely described by Shigaraki, was to acquire a man named Genta and bring him back to the League in one piece. What this man looked like you had no clue. He might not even be here for all you know.

"I'll take the back." You volunteer as you make your way around the building.

"I'll go to-"

"No way lover boy, you're staying up front with us." Dabi interrupts Corpse and he gives you a worried look. You try to reassure him with a nod, but it does little to ease his nervousness. You hear Dabi scoff.

"I'll go!" Toga offers as she skips over to you, passing you while humming some song. You sigh and walk after her, inspecting the building for any other exits, weak points, traps, etc. Even though it's been over a year now since you were on your last mission, the motions feel familiar and your stomach turns. Why couldn't it at least feel different? Why'd it have to feel so easy? Why'd it have to feel like nothing changed?

There's one back exit and a side exit, so you and Toga split up; Toga taking the side and you taking the back. You hear a loud bang and assume Toga had made her entrance, so with a deep breath, you make your entrance known as you reach your hand out to touch the handle. It melts off quickly and you push the door open with enough force so that it hits the wall. You step in and are immediately met with two guys who were trying to make a run for the back. They stopped and looked at you with fear as they realized their last resort escape had been blocked off. You know you have to stop them, to knock them out at least, but you find it hard to move from your spot in the doorway.

The man on the right moves forward first, aiming a punch at your head. Your hand comes up before you think and you block his attack and grab his forearm with your other hand, twisting it and burning him in the process. He yelps out in pain and his knees buckle just a bit, so you swing your leg forward and kick his knees, fully bringing him down to the floor. With one last push he falls on his back and holds his arm in pain. You turn your attention to the next man and you see him gulp before he holds his fists in a defensive position. You're filled with a thrill that makes you sick inside; riddled with guilt.

You move quickly and land a kick on his side that throws him off balance and he struggles to stand up straight to defend himself. Your shin burns from the kick and you feel your body rush with adrenaline. It's exciting. It's easier from here as you move to grab both of his wrists with your hands and activate your quirk, burning the skin of his hands. He screams and you hold on tighter until he's practically begging for his life. Then you let go and watch him sink to the ground. Most likely passed out from the shock. You take a second to look at the damage you've caused to these two men. Burnt skin, bruises, probably broken bones of some sort. And you hated that you wanted to do it again.

You move on, walking towards where everyone else was in the main part of the building. You walk through the narrow hall before opening up another door and walking in to where the chaos was happening. Twice was handling three men in a far corner of the room, but was mainly used as a distraction as Compress came up behind them and shrunk them down to marble size. Dabi handles interrogation as you assume he's talking with Genta. Toga corners one of their men and is asking him if she could have a taste of his blood. And Corpse is in the center of the room, mask down, as his quirk takes care of everyone else who poses a big threat.  

You can't help but think that running away was stupid. That being normal was stupid. There was a reason you and Corpse joined the League in the first place. You were outcasts, nobodies, losers, you name it. You wanted to leave because you felt there was so much more out there for you both. What a stupid dream. You know better now. You know the world has no place for people like you out there, but here- in the League- you felt a sense of purpose. The League was your home, it was stupid to run away. And as Corpse lifted his mask over his nose and looked at you, you knew he felt the same way you did.