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Hey! Long time no post. I realize I've kind of ghosted this blog after remaking. Sorry.

A few things. First, I'm putting a pause on Crash and Burn for now. I felt really stressed that it wasn't going how I wanted it to and the self-enforced time constraint on when I wanted to update WAS NOT helping me. Life is consumingly awful right now and I think I'll just focus on one multi-chapter fic for now. I may or may not update it in between time.

As for We Made You... we're continuing on as normal! Which is to say.. writing it at random when I should be catching up on sleep. I love our tiny hero and it seems everyone else does too. I uploaded chapter 3 to ao3 yesterday and also made it a series so I can add smaller shorts that don't contribute much to the main plot. I'll see you when I see you again. Hopefully soon since this is what I plan to focus on.

I have a few more short fic ideas going. I'm not sure if I'll write them yet or wait. Don't be surprised if I write a few one-shots here and there between other updates. I already wrote 1k worth of smut last night on a whim since I have next to no experience in that and felt compelled to practice.

On a personal note, I burned my arm!! People keep asking what happened, but a fellow has to have his secrets. What better way to get into character for writing Dabi though, huh?

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I'm back! This chapter somehow ended up being as long as the other 2 combined.

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We Made You ch 1.5

Here’s an extra treat for my followers on here. It's a short scene set in my We Made You fic-verse where Hawks gets turned back into a child under the league’s watch. If interested you can read chapter one here.

“Dabi.”

“What?”

“Daaaaaaabi.”

“...What?”

“You aren’t looking!”

“Maybe if you just fucking said what you wanted I would.”

“....Dabs. Dabi. Little elf-dude from Harry Potter.”

“...”

“...”

“...”

“This isn’t Hawksie.”

Sure enough, that got him to finally look up from the nomu report he was reading. “What?”

“This. Isn’t. Hawksie.”

“My bad. I meant: What the fuck do you mean by that?”

Dabi looked down at the sleeping form of their No.2 Hero: Tiny Tyke Edition. He was curled up next to Toga on the fancy chaise lounge Mr. Compress had splurged Re-Destro’s generous allowance on, tuckered out from whatever made-up game he’d been playing with their resident vampire. His breath left him in soft, even puffs, cheeks rosy with exhaustion, and one of his mighty wings curled up loosely around his body like a blanket. Bunched around his wrists and ankles was the chicken print fabric of the too-long pajamas that Toga had dressed him in. As a last touch, cuddled in his arms was a plushie made in Present Mic’s likeness that Dabi had reluctantly stolen from the nearest department store to appease him.

Little Keigo looked cherubic, as Twice would say.

That said, There was nothing to suggest the five year old sleeping on their couch was anything but the Pro-Hero Hawks, except the obvious fact he was nowhere near the age his hero liscense would report.

Toga pouted back at Dabi like the answer was plain to see. Dabi blinked back at her to tell her no, it fucking wasn’t.

“This can’t be Hawksie,” She repeated for the third time. Dabi was about to strangle her in a fit of healthy murderous rage. It would be justified. He was tired and had read the same line of the report in his hand at least eight times now. He wanted this night to end and if Toga kept on like this, well...

However, luckily for her or for him, she continued on with her reasons this time. In an alarmingly serious tone, she explained, “He doesn’t have his chin stubble.”

Ok. He was really going to kill her now. “Toga.”

“Yes?”

“I hate you.” Dabi slumps back in his chair letting the report fall onto the bar. He massages the sleep from his eyelids, careful of the pull on his stitches.

“I know~! Love you too, Dabs! Now go to bed, you look like shit.”

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Chapter 4 of our attempt at a Hunger Games AU. Aizawa please help these boys.

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Hello! I should have ch4 of Crash and Burn out tomorrow on schedule. It just might be way later in the day. I’m seriously considering rewriting the whole story though. I’ll keep everyone posted.

On the other hand! The positivity for We Made You has been outstanding! I'm pleased to say the next chapter will probably be dropping soon, so keep an eye out if you aren't already. Thank you so much for all of the lovely comments, both here and on ao3. I'm doing my best to get back to everyone when I have the time. It really boosts my confidence that so many people are enjoying it with only one chapter out so far, especially since this one is my baby.

Thanks again and see you sometime tomorrow, guys!

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Summary:

“So what the fuck is this?”

Dabi doesn’t bother to reply to the manchild that is his boss as he sets the literal child in his arms down on the ground in front of him. The rest of the League has already formed a circle around them at this point - all with varying and, quite frankly, annoying reactions to seeing Dabi return to the bar that is their current hideout with a kid in hand. He considers just walking back out to save himself the headache. If it wasn’t for the tiny fist latched onto the leg of his pants he probably would have.

“Oh my god, is that Hawksie!?”

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Hawks gets hit by an age-regression quirk while out on a mission for the League and it opens the eyes of the members as to who their small traitor really is when he isn't being paraded around on camera for the masses as Japan's lovable #2 hero or squeezing himself into dingy alleways for shady meet-ups with the country's criminal underbelly.

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Dabi POV. Touya goes through the ordeal of family visitations before he’s to be sent off to Capitol. 

Hello, guys! I forgot to post the link for ch 3′s update here, sorry! I meant to do it after work the day of but I ended up having to call the cops on a guy who tried to assault me (technically did) right after my shift ended and have been super paranoid since then bc he took my picture and knows where I work?? this guy was looking for a fight and stalked me through the streets downtown to try to get one, all under his own perceptions of who i am. not that he was wrong exactly but none of us who i’ve told can figure out what tipped him off. i had to let him corner me on an empty sidewalk so no homeless people would get caught up in it before i dialed 911 on his ass. tr*mp supporters are out there being wild right now, please stay safe people. 

(also, dw, I’m safe! my job offers us free rides through lyft at the same times that my shifts end so I’m using that for now. the guy only succeeded in ripping my hat off of my head before i pressed call.)

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Might have to wait until next week for chapter 3 of Crash and Burn. I live in Houston and work right where all of the protests and marches are gathering so it’s been uhhh hectic to say the least. I’ll do my best to try to make it on time, but.. well.

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I’m projecting ch3 of Crash and Burn to be out by June 4th. 

I’m losing sleep because I keep popping up to write more when inspo strikes (when I really don’t have that kind of time in my schedule lmao. y’all should have seen me pop up from a much needed 2 hour nap with a whole outline for the chapter). My thoughts are racing, piecing together future scenes instead on lulling me into that good rest. Awful. Wonderful. I’d really like some sleep now.

Other than that I’m a third of the way through the first chapter of my other dabhawks fic We Made You. So maybe look forward to that as well in the future.

Anyways, see you in June or maybe before! ;)

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Hawks POV. Keigo struggles with his feelings about the reaping results and his familial bonds. Certain people have Expectations of him that make dealing with emotions all the worse.

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Crash and Burn: Chapter 1

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It’s reaping day and Touya can’t sit back and let his youngest brother fall victim to the Hunger Games. Without second thought, he finds himself volunteering to take his brother’s place, however damning that action might turn out to be.