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continued - @heyhey-sensei

THE  PROBLEM  WITH  THE  LIFE  THAT  KEIGO  TAKAMI  lived,  beneath  the  HPSC's  boot  and  with  the  duplicitous  league  at  his  back  -  was  that  he  wasn't  used  to  people  caring  particularly  much.  it  wasn't  a  pretty  thought  -  but  it  is  what  it  is,  the  genuine  knowledge  that  hawks  was  an  asset,  and  while  important,  at  a  fundamental  level  he  was  more  weapon  than  person  -  more  quirk  than  human  being,  so  who  would  think  to  look  past  the  thick  veneer  of  his  many  masks  to  the  vulnerable  bird  that  quivered  beneath?

of  course  it  would  be  aizawa.

he's  too  smart  for  his  own  good  -  too  well  versed  in  the  world  of  subterfuge  and  even  hawks  isn't  squirrelly  enough  to  somehow  bypass  eraser  head's  trained  eye.  still  -  he  doesn't  mind,  likes  the  way  calloused  fingertips  fit  around  his  delicate  wrist,  likes  the  way  the  dark  gaze  pins  him  to  the  spot  -  stern  and  caring.

hawks  finds  his  wings  rustling  in  content,  vermillion  feathers  fluffing  in  a  show  of  pleasure,  while  his  aureate  gaze  glitters  with  a  bit  of  endearment.  he's  reeled  in  easily,  finding  himself  pressed  flush  to  the  elder  and  peering  up  at  him  with  what  can  only  be  described  as  a  faint  coloration  of  red  across  his  high  cheekbones,  a  bit  too  enamored  by  the  firm  words  but...  oh  well.  the  hero  can't  help  himself,  one  magnificent  appendage  stretching  out,  before  folding  about  aizawa's  back.  the  other  soon  follows  suit,  until  they're  cocooned  in  the  safety  of  hundreds  of  feathers,  and  hawks  offers  him  a  smile.

❝ not  lying,  sensei. ❞  the  tone  is  teasing,  keigo's  typical  laid  back  affair  -  but  it's  muted  by  the  way  he  tucks  his  face  into  the  teacher's  neck,  his  free  arm  winding  about  him,  and  that  lithe  frame  pressed  too  close  to  be  considered  anything  but  desperate.  ❝ not  anymore,  anyway. ❞  maybe,  just  maybe,  there  is  the  lure  of  his  lips  over  the  column  of  eraser's  neck.  he's  reminded  of  the  countless  bugs  adorning  his  wings,  and  sighs.  tonight  he'd  give  that  annoying  skeptic  something  worth  watching.  his  coo  and  following  chirp  is  distinctly  avian,  the  black  of  his  eyes  narrowing  to  pinpricks  as  he  peeks  upwards.  ❝ i've  missed  you,  y'know.  and  it  almost  sounds  like...  maybe  you  missed  me  too? ❞

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HAWKS  IS  PRETTY  MUCH  AWARE  HE'S  MADE  HIMSELF  something  of  a  sticky  nuisance  in  endeavor's  -  no,  enji  todoroki's  -  life.  but  could  you  really  blame  him?  it  goes  without  saying  that  he  has  effectively  lived  the  dream  -  allowing  himself  to  get  close  to  his  hero  figure  and  stay  close,  somehow  tolerated  despite  the  older  man's  fiery  bluster.  he  tried  not  to  think  too  hard  about  it  -  but  if  keigo  was  honest  with  himself,  he  knew  it  had  much  to  do  with  their  mutual  loneliness.  and  if  he  was  being  extra  honest  -  he  knew  endeavor  was  smart.  surely  he  noticed  that  when  hawks  did  roll  up  on  fridays,  the  bags  under  his  eyes  were  so  big  they  were  practically  carry-on  luggage,  and  only  when  he  left  on  sundays  did  he  look  a  little  less  worse  for  wear  -  as  if  sleeping  with  someone  else  nearby  had  done  something  for  his  fragile  psyche.

but  this...

okay,  in  keigo's  defense  -  he'd  never  had  his  wings  burnt  off  before.  it  was  a  miracle  they  grew  back,  frankly,  and  it  was  a  miracle  he  could  still  grow  feathers.  but  he  had...  made  a  point  to  somehow  avoid  showing  enji  the  worst  of  it.  always  a  casual  twist  so  he  couldn't  see  the  grafted  skin,  head  tilted  just  slightly  to  as  very  carefully  hide  the  literal  outline  of  fingers  scarred  at  his  nape.  it  was  just  better  that  way.  he  knew  what  was  going  through  enji's  mind,  and  he  didn't  need  him  thinking  what  keigo  knew  the  hero  was,  indeed,  thinking.

when  he  returns,  keigo  is  still  squirming,  teeth  grit  and  small  wings  flapping  with  vague  frustration.  a  bit  of  redness  has  adorned  his  cheeks,  and  taloned  fingertips  twitch  against  his  thighs  -  resisting  the  urge  to  scratch  (  and  hurt  )  himself.  he  fixes  the  todoroki  with  his  aureate  stare,  his  avian  head  tilt  punctuated  by  the  twitching  of  his  wings  again  -  and  he  wrinkles  his  nose  at  the  sports  lotion.  obviously  -  hawks  senses  something  enji  doesn't.  ❝ not  that  one. ❞  he  chirps,  tiny  feathers  warbling  unhappily,  ❝ it  smells  awful.  like  antiseptic. ❞

strawberries  it  is  then.  he  reaches  out  to  take  it  -  before  pausing  midair  at  the  offer.  inside  hawks  -  there  are  two  birds:  one  screams  a  resound  'absolutely  not'  because  enji  simply  cannot  see  his  scars  up  that  close.  the  second  is  even  louder  though  -  the  primal  part  of  him  chirruping  inside  his  head  with  a  satisfied  'oh  my  god  he  wants  to  preen  me.'

he  squashes  them  both  like  bugs,  but  not  before-

❝ i  mean  who  am  i  to  deny  a  bit  of  pampering  from  no.  1  himself! ❞   he  clears  his  throat  as  he  drifts  to  his  feet,  standing  at  an  angle  before  enji  and  the  hallway.  small  wings  twitch  again,  and  hawks  winces  almost  audibly.  one  taloned  hand  reaches  out,  tapping  lightly  at  enji's  wrist  as  if  he  were  pecking  him.  when  their  gazes  meet  -  gold  is  a  soft,  an  almost  worried  shade,  and  he  has  to  chew  on  his  lower  lip  before  speaking.  ❝ promise...  promise  you  won't  freak  out  when  you  see  everything  up  close.  it's  not  worth  fretting  over...  but  gods,  enji,  i  need  your  magic  hands  on  me  like  right  now. ❞

For over a decade, Enji had worn his grief wherever he went. The memory of Touya followed him, and he saw his son in everything, regardless of if he was looking or not. In bright, sunny days, in cold soba, in red gummy candies, in his own sidekick's birthday.

The walls of what was once their family home are no different. But there's no room for joy in that nostalgia, only the haunting memory of all the ways Enji had failed his family time and time again.

Which is why his (now ex-) wife and children are now living in a new home, together. A fresh start for them, a bright future that even Enji Todoroki cannot ruin.

And that is also why Enji remains...here. Alone.

Or, well, he would be alone, if Keigo ever went home.

He knows Hawks only has the best of intentions, and, truthfully, it's nice to share a meal with someone, sometimes. It's also easy enough to host him overnight for a night, or maybe even a full weekend. There are enough rooms, and the younger man isn't disruptive. If anything, he...well, he makes the house feel less lonely.

He makes Enji feel less lonely.

Despite that, though, he can't help but feel guilty whenever Hawks walks into a room. Can't help but feel an innate desire to push Hawks away. Because he had already been burned once, and maybe it hadn't been Enji's hands, directly, but wasn't it, though? Didn't all roads lead back to him and his fire and his damn obsession? And didn't Hawks see that?

Why wasn't he running?

All this and more races through his mind whenever the number two comes over, but he ignores that doubt, that self-hatred, because it's rude to bemoan your guests, and he's trying to get better at not being rude. Sometimes. A little. (Not really.)

So, he makes dinner. He's starting to run low on recipes he knows how to make well enough for guests, though. Maybe he should start making Keigo cook, if he's going to be staying over so often.

He makes casual conversation over the meal. Or, well, Hawks makes conversation. He listens, mostly, and throws in a few small comments and hums when he feels they're necessary.

Then they put on a movie, and Enji has no idea what they're saying, because it isn't in Japanese, and he thinks there are subtitles, but he can't read any of them, and, okay, maybe Fuyumi is right, maybe he does need glasses.

Language barrier aside, it's hard to focus on the movie when the little bird next to him is squirming around.

"Are you alright?" He asks when he realizes the movements aren't ceasing. Really, they're only getting bigger as time goes on.

"Hawks." His voice softens as Keigo whines, a hand reaching up to grip his shoulder as he tilted his head to peer at his back. "What's the matter with them?"

At the request for lotion, he nods, slowly, standing up, and making his way into the bathroom. He returns a moment later with a few bottles.

"This one is for sports injuries, it heats up. It never really worked for me. Given..." A small burst of flame sparks out from under his nose, then disappears just as quickly as it appears. "Though, I'm not sure how you'd feel about...heat on your back." He frowns, before shaking it off, and continuing.

"This one smells like strawberries."

Enji stares at Hawks and his awkward suffering for another long moment, before clearing his throat.

"...Keigo."

He frowns, deeper than before, before nodding toward the hallway.

"Do you...need some help? With the lotion?" He asks, hesitantly. "I imagine it would be difficult to reach otherwise."

[goyouku]

PERHAPS  HAWKS  WOULD  NEVER  KNOW  A  NORMAL  LOVE  -  would  never  know  one  without  stipulations  or  consequence,  one  that  wasn't  doomed  from  the  get  go.  hawks  hadn't  known  adoration  that  didn't  have  teeth,  that  didn't  have  a  obligation  attached  behind  him.  while  his  sordid  affair  with  the  flame  wielder  certainly  did  have  bite  -  and  while  hawks  could  convince  himself  it  was  to  better  his  mission  -  in  moments  like  this  he  was  more  than  aware  that  he  was  simply  lying  to  himself.  their  couplings  had  long  since  been  painted  with  so  much  more,  and  now,  as  they  lay  intwined  in  this  cozy  bed,  hawks'  wings  draped  lazily  and  bodies  spent,  he  knew  it  to  his  core.  enemies  didn't  look  at  each  other  like  this  -  didn't  stare  at  one  another  with  somnolent,  trusting  rapture.  but  whatever,  hawks  was  long  since  tired  of  thinking  about  it  -  and  frankly,  he  was  tired  of  being  tired.  so  in  moments  like  this...  dabi  wasn't  a  villain.  he  wasn't  a  hero.  they  just  were.

his  smile  is  a  slow,  gentle  thing,  baring  his  teeth  to  the  world.  through  that  feather,  he  senses  the  thrum  of  dabi's  pulse  -  the  knowledge  that  he  is  alive  and  well  beneath  him,  and  can  only  chirp  out  his  contentment,  big  red  wings  rustling  just  slightly  as  he  stretches.  ❝ that's  right.  i'm  actually  quite  good  at  torture.  don't  even  half  to  harden  my  feathers.  you'd  be  surprised  at  how  much  information  you  can  get  out  of  someone  by  tickling  them. ❞   he  looks  like  he  might  attempt  to  demonstrate...  but  decides  against  it,  and  instead  presses  his  lips  to  the  villain's  clavicle  briefly.

❝ well. ❞  the  feather  at  his  wrist  twitches  and  wriggles  with  a  mind  of  it's  own,  shifting  as  if  it  were  getting  comfortable,  before  settling  like  a  soft,  supple  red  bracelet.  ❝ i'm  very  bird.  as  a  child  -  i  used  to  tick  -  y'know,  like  birds  do.  head  tilting,  focusing  on  everything  at  once,  making  all  kinds  of  noise... ❞   he  doesn't  explain  why  he  doesn't  do  it  anymore.  ❝ my  metabolism  is  stupid  fast  -  over  six  full  sized  meals  a  day  usually  -  i  have  a  season  where  i'm  extra  frisky,  and  a  season  where  i  molt...  two  technically,  one  for  the  wings,  one  for  my  tail  feathers.  and...  my  greatest  secret? ❞

he  draws  himself  up  on  his  elbows,  next  to  to  the  elder's  head,  stray  blond  hair  falling  forward  to  tickle  his  face,  as  hawks  lingers  so  close  -  their  noses  brush.  ❝ preening  makes  me  super  horny.  so  yeah  -  i  guess  you  could  say  i'm  maximum  bird. ❞  perhaps  his  aureate  gaze  softens  then,  the  guillotine  falling  slow  slow  slow,  at  the  same  moment  that  hawks  steps  off  that  cliff  -  with  not  a  single  feather  to  catch  him  when  he  speaks  again,  soft  and  bittersweet:  ❝ let  me  be  foolish  and  happy  in  my  choice  of  mate  then,  dabi. ❞

Eventide lights of soft, ethereal silver cast the room in an other-wordly ambience. Severed from the league’s constant tumult, raucous laughter or petulant quarreling, dabi could have deluded his misguided heart into pure contentment. To sprawl indolently in the aftermath of their coupling, the warmth of his sutured skin relished rather than recoiled from, was the closest he might be permitted to such a fatuous concept. For once, he isn’t bothered by the proximity, by the intimacy afforded to the spurious calm rather than the carnal act. An arm is draped around his lithe waist, pinning him ever closer to his executioner, his embrace the waiting gallows. He gazes up into those aureate eyes, low-lidded and reverent and makes a soft sound, a sigh, a long - held breath. Allowing repose to grow leaden in his chest, for his eyes to fall close as the undulating waves tow him far, far below. It isn’t until the other’s voice, laden with somnolence, asks such an inane question that he laughs, a rasp, harrowing and desiccated but not wholly dismissive. The long, crimson feather curls around his wrist, almost as possessive as the lurid bruises forming impressions of his hunger upon the other’s sun-kissed skin. He doesn’t jerk it away, pry it off from the appeased thud, thud, thud of his pulse, he merely casts a lethargic gaze to it, appearing rapturous as he appreciates the disparity between skin and plume.  

❝ you aint gonna go back t’bein quiet until i say yes, are you ? ❞  his voice is absent of contempt, almost as serene as the simmering blue of his gaze.   ❝ go on, get it over with, torture is one of your many talents, right ? ❞   his mouth curls impishly, tilting his wrist this way and that to further appraise the blatant evidence of his ill-advised hero fucking and all subsequently repressed feelings. ❝ how bird are ya ? mate for life ? ❞ it’s cooed, spoiling him as one might a lover, idly caressing similar intricate patterns along the bare skin contoured against his ribs. ❝ surely ya wouldn’t be so foolish as to choose a wanted criminal, a murderer, for that sorta thing, right ? ❞

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THE  OLD  TODOROKI  ESTATE  IS  UNDOUBTEDLY  HAUNTED  BY  many  a  ghost  -  halls  permeated  with  too  many  memories  to  offer  a  comfortable  existence  to  enji's  psyche.  keigo  was  certain  it  had  to  be  lonely  too  -  so  big  and  empty  and  sterile.  it  was  why,  in  his  infinite  benevolence,  keigo  had  taken  it  upon  himself  -  no.  1's  fussing  not-with-standing  -  to  come  over  for  dinner.  often.  it  didn't  matter  that  musutafu  was  quite  literally  across  the  country.  it  didn't  matter  that  in  his  current  state  -  hawks  could  not  fly  for  such  a  long  distance  any  longer  -  or  that  it  probably  wasn't  great  for  him  to  be  out  and  about  much  after  the  incident.  it  also  didn't  matter  that  a  short  few  hour  flight  had  turned  into  a  weekend  long  affair  -  in  which  he  had  to  take  the  bullet  train  like  a  peasant,  and  beg  weekend  accommodations  from  the  gruff  flame  hero  (  not  like  he  ever  said  no.  hawks  probably  would've  ended  up  staying  over  anyway  -  but  it  was  fun  needling  him  ).  visiting  had  turned  into  something  of  a  chore,  but  keigo  -  he'd  never  see  it  that  way.  for  enji...  anything  was  worth  it.

he  rarely  slept  well  alone,  now  even  more  so  -  the  feeling  of  flames  constantly  licking  his  skin...  the  ire  of  his  body  a  long,  unending  battle.  burns  stretched  raw  over  his  flesh,  and  too  often  he  dreamed  of  dabi's  voice  in  his  ear,  the  feeling  of  boot  on  his  back  and  fingers  at  his  throat.  panic  attacks  were  common  enough,  but  only  those  that  knew  keigo  -  not  hawks  -  were  aware  he  was...  struggling.  time  with  the  todoroki  patriarch  was  a  healing  balm  to  his  wounds,  soothing  and  erasing  all  at  once,  and  keigo  wondered  -  not  for  the  first  time  -  if  these  little  dinners  were  more  for  him,  than  the  elder.

food  had  long  since  been  eaten  and  cleaned  up,  keigo's  ridiculous  metabolism  once  more  satisfied  by  enji's  culinary  prowess...  or  something  like  that.  they  lounge  now  -  the  lights  turned  low  and  tv  droning  a  newer  foreign  film  he'd  insisted  they  watch.  no.  2  is  pressed  to  endeavor's  side,  as  he  is  won't  to  be,  no  longer  particularly  shy  about  his  seeking  touch.  usually  -  at  times  like  this  he'd  go  preternaturally  still,  sometimes  even  drop  his  face  to  enji's  lap  and  fall  asleep...  but  today...  well  today,  he  can't  stop  squirming  in  his  seat.

it's  subconscious,  the  way  his  small,  regrowing  wings  flutter  and  fluff  behind  him,  red  plumage  a  bit  of  a  mess.  briefly,  he  arches  backwards,  rubbing  the  itch  of  his  spine  against  the  sofa  before  stilling  -  finding  no  relief  in  the  gesture.  wings  twitch  again.  legs  cross.  legs  uncross.  bare  talons  tap  angrily  at  his  thighs,  and  keigo  doesn't  even  notice  when  he  clack,  clack,  clacks  his  sharp  teeth  together  in  irritation,  a  primal  symbol  of  his  discomfort.

pleading  aureate  peers  up  at  resplendent  blue.  ❝ enjiiii. ❞   it's  something  of  a  whine  -  amusing,  in  it's  own  way,  ❝ my  wings- ❞   he  hasn't  preened  them  well  since  dabi,  hasn't  wanted  to  fight  with  the  stretch  of  skin,  the  awkward  and  itchy  regrowth  alongside  burn  scars  -  and  now,  he  pays  for  it  in  discomfort,  normally  smooth  and  supple  feathers  fluffed  with  displeasure,  and  his  back  twinging  with  itchy  discomfort.  he  needs  to  do  something,  and  he  needs  to  do  something  soon  -  lest  he  go  out  of  his  mind  and  start  chewing  on  his  own  feathers,  but  he  has  none  of  his  bottled  preening  oil  with  him,  and  the  gland...  he  shivers.  ❝ do  you  have  any...  lotion  or  something? ❞ / @eclipsemuses

[goyouku]

NO.  2  HERO  BUZZED  WITH  A  WEALTH  OF  PENT  up  energy  -  the  eternal  excitement  that  came  with  being  in  endeavor's  presence  something  that  roils  just  beneath  his  skin.  it's  a  little  juvenile,  he  knows,  the  way  he  -  a  grown  man  -  stumbles  over  himself  to  please  the  hero,  to  get  him  to  look  just  a  little  longer  at  the  way  hawks'  wings  fluffed  up  of  their  own  accord  -  big  and  bright  and  beautiful,  demonstrating  for  the  other  man  that  yes  -  he  is  attractive.  he's  great  mating  material,  look  how  nice  his  plumage  is  -  look  how  fast  he  can  fly  or  how  many  villains  he  can  take  down.  look,  look  endeavor-san!  he's  a  simple  creature  -  really.  almost  painfully  so.

the  bird  brain  part  of  him  is  pleased  -  so  utterly,  horribly  pleased  that  enji  likes  his  offering.  yes,  it  seems  to  think,  we  have  satisfied  our  goals.  endeavor  likes  the  shiny  rock.  endeavor  is  displaying  the  shiny  rock  for  everyone  that  comes  into  his  severe  office  to  see.  hawks  thinks,  maybe,  he  could  die  and  be  happy.  ❝ i  thought  you  might  like  it. ❞  he  squirms  in  his  spot,  ever  unable  to  stay  still  in  situations  like  this,  too  full  of  pent  up  energy  to  remotely  relax.  ❝ saw  it  from  a  mile  away  and  it  reminded  me  of  you. ❞  literally  -  he  saw  it  from  a  mile  away,  it  was  just  a  matter  of  a  quick  detour  and  oops,  another  trinket  for  enji!

he  watches  endeavor's  head  tilt  -  watches  as  those  beautiful,  solemn  blue  eyes  take  on  the  same  glint  as  his  rock,  and  hawks'  mirthful  smile  softens  to  something  sweeter,  rolling  the  blue  rock  around  in  his  taloned  palm  as  he  slips  it  away.  for  such  a  dangerous  man,  he's  lovely  -  even  with  that  scar  on  his  face,  even  with  the  narrowed  fetters  of  exhaustion  that  surely  sit  upon  his  broad  shoulders.  hawks  thinks  to  ask  for  some  of  the  burden,  maybe,  but  he  knows  his  presence  only  technically  gives  enji  more  to  worry  about  -  which  is  why  he  should  make  himself  scarce  and-  ah.

hawks'  many  masks  simply  crumple  to  the  floor  in  that  moment,  and  those  bright  red  wings  flare  wide,  rustling  lightly.  he's  unable  to  resist,  the  right  one  brushes  across  enji's  side  before  snapping  tight  to  his  back,  ❝ i,  well-  i  was  able  to...  i... ❞  hawks  seems  vaguely  at  war  with  himself,  stumbling  over  his  words  in  a  manner  most  unlike  him.  does  he  tell  enji  the  truth?  does  he  let  endeavor  know  just  how  much  of  a  damn  bird  he  really  is?  or  does  he  just  say  -  oh  i  showered  before  coming,  thanks  for  asking!  the  commissions  training  is  a  heavy  thing  -  their  fist  tight  around  his  throat.  (  you  can't  tell  him  keigo,  your  talons  and  oil  gland,  your  need  to  preen,  your  weird  chirps  and  ticks  -  they  make  you  a  freak.  it's  not  heroic,  don't  tell  him-  )

hawks  tells  him  anyway.

❝ i  was  able  to  use  my  own  oil  to  preen  my  wings  last  night.  didn't  get  all  of  them  because  the  angles  off  -  but  the  primaries  are  good! ❞  his  usual  beaming  smile  is  wobbly,  a  bit  hesitant.  endeavor  probably  doesn't  even  understand  what  he  means  -  but  it  scratches  the  itch  in  his  brain  to  be  honest  with  him  nonetheless,  even  if  his  wings  are  now  tucked  in  tight  -  carried  a  little  less  high,  and  honey  gold  eyes  instead  fixated  on  the  trinket  dish.

@goyouku : enji's agency office is a massive, behemoth of a thing - regally decorated and adorned with fancy ashtrays, the kind you see at five star hotels (even though he'd never seen the flame hero smoke apart from literally). hawks is, in some ways, entirely out of place - his wind rankled appearance modelesque - but still a bit too modern to fit in with no. 1's ever traditionalist decor. still! hawks is natural at appearing at rest, bathed in fine moonlight and the lit lamps throughout the room while he leans against the other heroes desk, and fans his wings wide and upwards. resplendent red plumage flexes and shifts, warm lighting making the red almost appear like flames through the thin veins of his secondaries. but hawks' pays it no mind - his wings too oft had a mind of their own in endeavor's presence (but they were freshly preened - extra soft - did he like them...). hawks coughs lightly, and produces his gift with glee. "endeavor-san!" avian hero practically chirrups his excitement, holding a gloved hand out carefully, palm open. in it rest a perfectly round gemstone - small, but smooth and precious. it is mostly white - however veins of red, orange, and yellow streak through, cutting with vivid colors. if one squinted - they might think it looks a bit like fire. "found this today- thought you might like it. your office could use some color, big guy... oh, and!" another rock is produced then - but he doesn't hand this one to him, simply holds it up to no. 1's face, and compares. the match is startling - almost identical to enji's lambent blue gaze, and hawks has to admire his own handiwork. "ah- this ones for me, i'm afraid." but the fire quartz is held out, wings twitching, aureate gaze bright, as he hopes for another mile of enji's good graces, so that hawks might curb this annoying instinct to gift people he likes shiny, pretty things if only for a moment.

The office of the flame hero was a monument the man he once was—or, perhaps, more accurately, the man he would always be. The obsession with power bled into everything Endeavor was, and everything he had. Did the high ceilings and grand chandeliers send the message of his importance? Did people think he was important? Did they see his worth?

Did he even have any left?

Now, though, his large desk didn't make him feel powerful, it only made him feel small, in comparison. The lights of the chandeliers were too bright, in complete opposition to the futures he had molded and destroyed with his own two hands.

He'd keep things the way they were, though. Was it part of his penance? Or maybe part of him still clung to that past version of himself, despite everything.

The Endeavor who designed this office hadn't hurt anyone, yet, after all.

Though, lately, he found himself not minding the light. It wasn't overwhelming, like his own flames could so often be.

Well, maybe it had to do with the source.

"Hawks." He nodded as the wing hero crossed the too-large room. "You're meant to call me when you're in town." He lectured, his voice firm, but anyone who knew him (and he, maybe in an uncharacteristic bout of optimism, hoped that Hawks did) would be able to tell that it was his own form of playful teasing.

Lifting his head, Endeavor took in the sight of the younger hero before him, and—no, it wasn't angelic, the way the light bathed Hawks so radiantly—he was closer to something of a phoenix. Majestic, fiery, something shining and golden, something that always got back up, something—

"What's that?"

He took the rock in hand, holding it up to the light as he admired the way the colors had shone through, before setting it down in a small trinket dish on his desk, which was very quickly filling up with all the other gifts Hawks had given him throughout their time working together.

"It's very nice. I enjoy the warmer tones in nature. They can be incredibly captivating."

Blinking when Hawks held the rock up to him, he tilted his head inquisitively, but didn't vocalize whatever thought was at the forefront of his mind, instead lowering his gaze to the report he had been working on when the other interrupted him.

"Oh, by the way," He began, looking back up. "Did you do something new to your wings? They look different."

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good morning i think endeavor living and having to atone to his family everyday is a much better end for him than letting dabster nuke him

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gonna go lurk on my multi over @chipen for a bit!

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OMG IT'S HAWKS AND TOKOYAMI IN THE WILD @resolutepath

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MOONLIGHT  POURS  THROUGH  THE  WINDOW,  reflected  off  the  petered  snowfall  that  has  long  since  started  to  blanket  mansion  grounds,  and  illuminating  the  bodies  painted  in  picture  perfect  repose  upon  the  bed.  they're  tangled  together,  limbs  twined  close  and  warm  breath  shared  to  stave  off  winters  chill.  hawks'  wing  lays  draped  lazily  across  the  villain  as  he  rest  directly  atop  him,  the  other  poking  out  from  the  comforter  and  drooping  towards  the  floor.  the  avian  hero,  for  his  part,  is  nestled  in  close,  head  tucked  upon  dabi's  broad  chest  happily,  his  tailfeather's  rustling  their  contentment  beneath  blankets.  he's  an  indolent  creature  -  the  glow  of  his  predatory  gaze  focused  lazily  on  the  man  beneath  him,  taloned  fingertips  swirling  along  his  pectoral,  and  a  near  content  chirrup  wiggling  it's  way  past  his  lips  -  more  bird  than  human,  but  he  was  too  content  in  their  post  fuck  haze  to  care  too  much.

like  this  -  hawks  easily  forgets  their  duality,  easily  forgets  his  mission  or  that  dabi  was  certifiably  insane  and  he  was  surrounded  by  god  knows  how  many  quirk  users  that  were  secretly  his  enemy.  a  stray  feather  floats  from  resplendent  wing,  and  coils  around  dabi's  wrist,  resting  upon  his  pulse  point  so  hawks'  might  hear  it  a  little  more  clearly.  raptor  bird's  lazy  blink  is  almost  innocent,  lithe  frame  stretching  as  he  nuzzles  in  close  once  more.  ❝ did  you  know, ❞  comes  hawks'  throaty  murmur  -  voice  raw  from  overuse,  ❝ that  red  tail  hawks  mate  for  life?  i  didn't  until  recently. ❞  lazy  talon  traces  a  pattern  on  unburnt  skin,  relishing  the  feel  of  it,  ❝ ask  me  about  birds,  dabi-darling,  i  know...  an  uncomfortable  amount! ❞ / @ireflame

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❥    𝐋𝐘𝐑𝐈𝐂𝐒 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐔𝐍𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐀𝐋 𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐏 𝐃𝐘𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐈𝐂𝐒    [   𝚂𝙴𝙽𝚃𝙴𝙽𝙲𝙴 𝚂𝚃𝙰𝚁𝚃𝙴𝚁𝚂    ]   .

designed for ships, but can be used for a variety of relationship types. change gendered language/add context to your needs. happy roleplaying !!  ♡

❛  it feels so good to be bad.  ❜ ❛  it really makes me wonder if i ever gave a fuck about you.  ❜ ❛  give me something to believe in.  ❜ ❛  i don’t believe in you anymore.  ❜ ❛  i wonder if it even makes a difference to try.  ❜ ❛  so, this is goodbye.  ❜ ❛  one day i’ll wake up & it won’t hurt anymore.  ❜ ❛  it’s like i can’t even feel after the way you touched me.  ❜ ❛  you’re everything that i want, but you don’t want me.  ❜ ❛  am i a regret, yet?  ❜ ❛  was it worth what it costed?  ❜ ❛  you make me nauseous.  ❜ ❛  you’re overrated.  ❜ ❛  when i think of you, i just want to throw up.  ❜ ❛  all my friends say that you’re toxic.  ❜ ❛  why does love suck?  ❜ ❛  love hurts whether it’s right or wrong.  ❜ ❛  i can’t stop, i’m having too much fun.  ❜ ❛  you can’t save me, baby.  ❜ ❛  you never call or listen to me anyway.  ❜ ❛  where were you tuesday, october tenth?  ❜ ❛  how is your jacket covered in blood?  ❜ ❛  how was the party? did you have fun?  ❜ ❛  i fell in love with the warning signs.  ❜ ❛  the only time i feel alive is when i’m touching the warning signs.  ❜ ❛  if you tell me to stay away, i’m gonna dive in again.  ❜ ❛  my favorite color is red like the flags you fly overhead.  ❜ ❛  well, i should have known.  ❜ ❛  didn’t you see it coming? didn’t you see the signs?  ❜ ❛  i’ll break your pretty face.  ❜ ❛  bite your tongue & choke yourself to sleep.  ❜ ❛  you can hold my hand if no one’s home.   ❜ ❛  do you like it when i’m away?  ❜ ❛  you’re a pond & i’m an ocean.  ❜ ❛  all my emotions feel like explosions when you are around.  ❜ ❛  i am a wreck when i’m without you.  ❜ ❛  was it something i said to make you feel like you’re a burden?  ❜ ❛  tell me, is it worth it?  ❜ ❛  she’s a lady & i am just a line without a hook.  ❜ ❛  do what you want as long as you stay here.  ❜ ❛  you’ll change your name or change your mind & leave this fucked up place behind, but i’ll know.  ❜ ❛  if you ever try to leave me, i’ll find you, [name].  ❜ ❛  i’ll be the bad guy, now.  ❜ ❛  i couldn’t be there, even when i tried.  ❜ ❛  seasons changed & our love went cold.  ❜ ❛  i knew that this was doomed from the get-go.  ❜ ❛  you thought that it was special, but it was just the sex, though.  ❜ ❛  it’s only me; what have you got to lose?  ❜ ❛  you should take it as a compliment that i got drunk & made fun of the way you talk.  ❜ ❛  you should think about the consequence of your magnetic field being a little too strong.  ❜ ❛  you’re so cool, it makes me hate you so much.  ❜ ❛  you’ve ruined my life by not being mine.  ❜ ❛  you’re so gorgeous, i can’t say anything to your face. ’cause look at your face.  ❜ ❛  i’m so furious at you for making me feel this way.  ❜ ❛  if you’ve got a girlfriend, i’m jealous of her. but if you’re single, that’s honestly worse.  ❜ ❛  you’re so gorgeous, it actually hurts.  ❜ ❛  you make me so happy, it turns back to sad.  ❜ ❛  there’s nothing i hate more than what i can’t have.  ❜ ❛  guess i’ll just stumble on home to my cats. alone … unless you wanna come along?  ❜ ❛  you look so happy when i’m not with you.  ❜ ❛  i don’t know why i run away.  ❜ ❛  take me back, ’cause i wanna stay.  ❜ ❛  i kept my distance ’cause i know that you don’t like when i’m with somebody else.  ❜ ❛  i couldn’t help it; i put you through hell.  ❜ ❛  i realize that it’s much too late, & you deserve someone better.  ❜ ❛  i’m not the best at breaking up.  ❜ ❛  i like my alone time, but i want somebody to hold.  ❜ ❛  i get what i want. i keep it for a minute. then i let it go.  ❜ ❛  i hate it when you’re there for me, but i like it when you hit the spot.  ❜ ❛  i don’t do fake love, but i’ll take some from you tonight.  ❜ ❛  i don’t expect you to understand.  ❜ ❛  i’m ready to die holding your hand.  ❜ ❛  i can’t hide how i feel about you inside.  ❜ ❛  i’d give everything up tonight, if i could just have you be mine.  ❜ ❛  i’d give up everything for you.  ❜

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me: *crying my eyes out* someone: are u okay? me, wiping away my tears pretending like i wasnt just crying: yeah bro im fuckin flexin

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i deleted my hawks inbox call so like... once more. with feeling. like this for a goofy apex predator in your inbox.

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nobody told me season 5 after the class a vs class b was so fucking intense oh my fucking god

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HOLY SHIT IF YOU NEED ME NO YOU DON'T

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also idk wtf this weird cyclic thing I see like do ppl know you can like haw.ks, da.bi, and end.eavor all at once and not be struck down by lightning

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recent twitter take that says ha.wks’ narrative is used to prop up an abuser and was reduced to a story tool instead of having his own narrative development with it is giving me hives

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kicks down your door hello hawks' giving his childhood endeavor plushie 'wings' with a few of his feathers so it can fly around thank you and goodbye.