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Feather Ticklish (My Hero Academia)
Warning: Tickle fic ahead!
Characters: League of Villains (Shigaraki, Dabi, Twice, Hawks)
Shipping: Technically DabiHawks but they're not together yet
Lee: Dabi
Ler: Hawks
Word Count: 2,683
Summary: During a meeting at the LoV hideout, Hawks notices Dabi looking more down and apathetic than usual. He tries to make him feel better, but when words don't work, he realizes he may need to take another approach.
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It had been quite a slow day. The League of Villains had rather frequent meetings as of late, especially due to the pesky heroes getting on their case now more than ever. They usually consisted of what their goals were to be after they succeeded, an entire alphabet of alternative plans, and what to do in the worst case scenario - that being the heroes finding their hideout, a traitor in the League, or one of the League members dying.
The current meeting was regarding their newest recruitment, and how he was going to be of service to them. Shigaraki had a way of talking that made the meetings simultaneously entertaining, yet hard to bear. He was very passionate when he spoke, but his voice was shallow and raspy. Hearing it in large quantities didn’t help Dabi’s headache, especially when he had a tendency to ramble and go off topic.
The hot-headed villain rested his head against the big table they were all seated at, the cold surface stinging his skin in a refreshing way. Slowly, everything started to sound as if he were underwater, and he tuned out his cohorts’ voices. With a gentle sigh, Dabi closed his eyes and listened to nothing while he waited for his headache to subside.
Bzzzt-!
He jolted at the sudden vibration against his leg. With a low grumble, he fished his phone out of his pocket and glowered at the notification.
Bird Brain: hey, u look down. u ok?
Dabi furrowed his brow, then looked up at Hawks. He was sitting directly across from him.
Hot Stuff: Why are you texting me? You’re right in front of me.
Bird Brain: we’re in a meeting. i cant just talk over ppl
Oh, he supposed that made sense. Dabi rolled his eyes and responded.
Hot Stuff: Well I’m fine. Now leave me alone.
Dabi huffed as he placed his phone on the table, screen side down. He tuned back into the meeting - what was going on? … Ah, Shigaraki moved onto a different topic.
Twice raised his hand, “I know we’ve talked about the heroes finding our hideout, but what’s gonna happen if they do? I’m not worried, they’ll never find us!”
“Even if they did find us, Twice, they would stand no chance against us.”
Shigaraki put two fingers to his chin for a moment, then smiled weakly at his friend,
“Think of it all like a video game. We’re an army defending an entire tower, and another army is coming after us with their own arsenal of weapons. We have to defend as much as we can and, in the meantime, we’re only getting stronger.”
He smirked and raised his arms out on either side of him, taking a confident, triumphant stance,
“We learn the opposing army’s strengths and weaknesses, as well, and that only further solidifies our victory!”
“We shouldn’t be too lax about it, though,” Hawks chimed in calmly.
He grinned at Shigaraki and leaned back in his chair, resting his hands behind his head,
“The heroes may not know about the hideout now, but we shouldn’t rule it out as a possibility.”
“Of course, which is why this is our course of action.”
Dabi huffed and rested his chin in his hand, absentmindedly watching the meeting go on without really listening to anything being said anymore. None of it really concerned him. He knew what he was going to do if the heroes infiltrated. He was going to kill them, every last one. He watched as Shigaraki took the floor once again, rambling on about yet another plan.
Bzzzt-!
What did Hawks want now?
Bird Brain: u sure ur good? u look tired
Dabi glared at his phone as he irritably typed back a response.
Hot Stuff: I’m tired of you texting me, leave me alone.
Bird Brain: why’d u give me ur number then?
The hot-headed villain growled and placed his phone back down, a little harder than he meant to. He rested his head in his hands and breathed in slowly, trying to calm himself down. Admittedly, he wasn’t sure why he was so angry. He just felt very tired and wanted to be left alone.
Suddenly, his body involuntarily twitched and jerked as he felt something soft rub up against his side. He furrowed his brow and swatted at it, thinking it was just a bug or something. When the soft flicking persisted, however, his chest tightened and he clenched his fists in an attempt to keep the overwhelming desire to react at bay.
What was going on?!
Dabi’s breath hitched as he felt a second offender flick against his lower tummy, and it was getting increasingly more difficult to keep himself calm.
Bzzzt-!
Not now, Hawks!
He opened his phone and his stomach lurched at the text.
Bird Brain: somethin the matter~?
Dabi looked up at Hawks, who had the biggest shit eating grin on his face. No one else seemed to notice how he was acting, so this had to be his doing. Then, it all clicked. He shakily grabbed at the soft objects that kept sending tingles up his spine and, when he grabbed one, pulled it out of his shirt.
A red feather.
If looks could kill, Hawks would have been turned to ash. The number two hero bit back a howl of laughter. He gleefully savored Dabi’s reaction, so much so that he sent even more of his feathers to attack the annoyed man.
“Grrk-!”
Dabi gasped and desperately clutched his seat when he felt feathers on every healthy part of his torso. Most of his body was scarred, but the parts of his skin that weren’t were extremely sensitive. He was having trouble keeping it together, and Hawks’ odd form of entertainment had only just begun.
Bzzzt-!
Bird Brain: u havin muscle spasms or somethin?
You asshole, you know exactly what’s going on!
He couldn’t even focus enough to grab his phone and type back a retort. He was going to kill Hawks for this.
Bird Brain: im actually concerned and u ignore me? some friend u are
We are NOT friends, you dick!
The soft tickling of the feathers was only getting worse. Some of them flicked back and forth very fast, while others slowly dragged up and down the sensitive skin. The duality drove Dabi insane, and his knuckles were turning white from how tight his grip on the chair was.
“Hey, Dabi. You okay?”
Twice whispered, placing a concerned hand on his friend’s shoulder.
Dabi jumped and swatted his hand away,
“I-I’m fine, Twice, fuck off.”
“Jeez, sorry, dude,”
Twice raised his hands in apologetic panic, then warily turned his attention back to the meeting.
The hot head quietly groaned, sweat trickling down his forehead. Laughter bubbled up in his throat like acid reflux. He squeezed his eyes shut and desperately tried to focus on something else.
Bzzzt-!
Bird Brain: careful not to laugh~. dont wanna draw attention to urself
So he’s outright admitting it now? The smugness of that asshole.
Bird Brain: where else are u ticklish?
Dabi shot a glare at Hawks, though it wasn’t as intimidating as he hoped it would be with his quivering lips and flushed cheeks. Like he would tell him where he was ticklish. He wasn’t even sure himself. The last time he was tickled was when he was a kid, he thought he had grown out of it. The opposite seemed to have happened. In fact, he didn’t remember being this sensitive.
Bird Brain: thats ok. i’ll find out for myself~
Like hell you will!
“What?”
Shit, had he said that out loud?
He turned to Shigaraki, who was staring at him with a suspicious gleam in his eye. Dabi gulped nervously and shook his head.
“N-Nothing, sorr-eeEEHEHEE!”
He slapped his hands over his mouth and gaped at his cohorts in horror. One of the damn feathers had dipped directly into his belly button. He chanced a glance at Hawks, who was looking as confused as everyone else.
That damn snake!
“Are you sure you’re okay, Dabi?” Twice asked again, looking more amused than concerned at this point,
“You’re being ridiculous!”
Dabi quickly stood, nervously quivering as he stumbled out of the room without a word. The villains looked amongst each other, all wearing confused expressions, when Hawks stood and politely pushed in his chair.
“I’m gonna go see if he’s alright.”
Dabi stood just outside of the hideout, leaning against a wall and greedily gasping for air as he tried to calm down. Luckily, Hawks had shown an ounce of mercy when he exited the building, and his feathers were no longer assaulting his ticklish torso. Phantom tingling lingered on his belly and sides, and he rubbed at the areas desperately.
“What an asshole,” he muttered to himself after he finally regained some composure,
“I’m gonna kill him.”
“Why’s that?”
Dabi whipped around to see Hawks exiting the building, a playful smirk on his face. He sauntered over to the hot-headed villain, who grumbled and stepped backward.
“Get the fuck away from me, Hawks.”
“What’s wrong?” The number two hero laughed,
“I just came to check on ya.”
“Like hell you did!”
Dabi heatedly pointed at the door leading into the hideout,
“What the hell was all that?!”
“All what?”
“Don’t play dumb with me, birdie,” Dabi hissed.
He glared intensely at the winged hero as his right hand was engulfed in blue fire.
“Whoa, whoa,” Hawks chuckled nervously, hands up in an attempt to defuse the situation,
“Calm down, man. I just wanted to see you smile.”
The response was so shocking that the villain lost concentration, and his fire was extinguished. He gawked at Hawks, unsure of how to reply. He wanted to see him smile?
“What?”
“‘What’ what?”
Dabi sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose between his thumb and forefinger,
“You’re a dumbass.”
“Well that’s not very nice~.”
By the time he recognized the teasing tone in Hawks’ voice, it was too late, and he was trapped. Hawks hugged Dabi up against his chest, hooking his arms in between his own and forcing them high above his head. The hot head yelped and thrashed to get out of his hold, but crumbled as soon as Hawks’ giant wings beat against his torso.
“FUHUHUHUHUHUHUCK!!”
Dabi tried doubling over, but the hero had him held tight. He kicked his legs and attempted to curl up, but nothing was stopping the overwhelming ticklish sensation. The incessant flapping of his wings caused the villain’s shirt to rise up, so none of his upper body was protected. Not only that, but the feathers were so fluffy and stiff. They were both insanely soft and dangerously accurate.
“STOHOHOHOP, AHAHAHAHASSHOLE!”
“Wow, you’re really ticklish, huh?” Hawks chuckled.
“I WILL ROHOHOHOHOAST YOHOHOHOU, BIHIHIHIRD BRAHAHAIN!”
“You’re not in the position to be making any threats, hot stuff. Tickle tickle tickle~!”
Hawks smiled at the ticklish mess he was making of the villain. To put it simply, he looked adorable. His hair was a mess as he thrashed and writhed, a giant smile split his face in two, the healthy skin on his cheeks was flushed a bright red, and his overall demeanor was entirely different from how he usually was. To see Dabi, of all people, completely incapacitated due to a little tickling was hilarious. More than that, however, it was humanizing. It gave him a glimmer of hope that these villains could have some level of empathy in them, too.
Hawks grinned deviously as three feathers detached from his wings, and flew to Dabi’s belly. He had to admit, what he made them do was quite cruel, but his laughter was addicting.
“I remember getting quite a reaction from aroooound… here~?”
Two of the feathers slowly circled Dabi’s belly button, while the third dipped directly in and twirled inside of it unfairly fast. The scream that escaped him was inhuman. Hawks’ wings gliding effortlessly across every inch of the villain’s torso, combined with the feathers honing in on his belly button, was enough to send him over the edge. His knees buckled and he would have fallen to the ground had Hawks not been holding onto him. Shrieking laughter quickly turned into silent hysterics as Dabi threw his head back against Hawks and practically fell limp in his arms. The hero’s face flushed slightly, and he couldn’t help but laugh along with Dabi.
When he finally regained his voice, he shrieked hysterically,
“STOHOHOHOHOP!! FUHUHUHUCK, IHIHIHIHI CAHAHAHAHAN’T! C-C’MOHOHOHON, CUHUHUHUT IHIHIHIT OHOHOHOUT!!”
“Sorry, what was that? I can’t understand you when you’re laughing like that~.”
“FUHUHUHUHUCK YOHOHOHOHOU!!”
“Maybe I’ll stop if you ask me nicely.”
“FIHIHIHINE!! FINEFINEFINE PLEHEHEHEASE STOHOHOHOP, HAHAHAHAPPY?!!”
Suddenly, it all stopped. Hawks released his hold on Dabi, and he came crashing into the hero. He eagerly sucked oxygen into his lungs, coughing a little as he did so. His breathing was labored and wheezy. Hawks noted the scent of smoke. He smiled at the villain as he rested against his chest, trying to regain his composure.
After a few moments, Dabi’s breathing slowed, and he felt his heart rate return to normal. He looked up at Hawks, who had a hand atop his head, petting his hair. His face contorted into one of confusion, then anger, and finally mild embarrassment. He shoved off of Hawks with a grunt and dusted off his clothes. Hawks chuckled and followed suit.
“You okay?” He had the audacity of asking after a moment of silence.
The glare that Dabi shot him sent him into his own laughing fit.
“Lohohook!”
He cackled as he wiped mirth from his eye,
“I said I just wanted to see you smile! You can’t be mad at me for that.”
“On the contrary,” Dabi growled,
“I’m furious.”
“You looked adorable~.”
Dabi’s breath hitched and his face went red all over again. He told himself it was only due to the residual tingling on his skin.
“Do that again and I’ll kill you.”
“What, ya don’t like being tickled?”
“Was me screaming for you to stop not an indication?”
“I dunno, man, some people actually do like it.”
“Yeah, well those people are psychotic.”
“Says the mass murderer.”
Dabi stared at Hawks, not really sure how to respond to that. He simply furrowed his brow and rolled his eyes,
“Why was seeing me smile such a big deal anyway, birdbrain?”
“Well, like I said, you looked down. ‘sides, I never see you smile aside from an occasional smirk here and there,”
Hawks shrugged and stuffed his hands in his jacket pockets, feeling bashful all of a sudden,
“Watching you laugh like that, without a care in the world, it was cute. You looked happy.”
Happy?
Dabi’s glare returned, but only for a short moment. Finally, he sighed and moved to head back inside of the hideout.
“Whatever, hope you had fun. Cuz you’re never doing that again. Oh, and one more thing.”
Hawks moved to follow him, but stopped when he turned around to address him a final time.
“Watch your back, birdie.”
With that, he walked inside without another word. A shiver ran up Hawks’ spine. What did he mean by that? Deciding not to think much of it, the number two hero simply followed Dabi back inside and reclaimed his seat at the table.
Everyone was still there, waiting, and Shigaraki scoffed when they finally returned.
“About time. Can I continue now?”
“Sorry about that,”
Dabi replied calmly,
“Go ahead.”
As Shigaraki started his explanation from where he left off, the hot-headed villain glanced at Hawks. A feeling of triumph washed over him as he examined the hero’s face. He looked calm on the outside, but it was clear to Dabi that he was quite nervous. A low chuckle escaped Dabi’s lips, causing Hawks to shoot his gaze over to him.
When they caught each other’s eyes, neither of them emoted for a few moments. Then, Dabi made a simple motion of his thumb running across his own throat with an evil smirk on his face.
Hawks gulped. He was doomed.
A/N: I wrote a sequel! You can find it here: Watch Your Back :D
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Watch Your Back (My Hero Academia)
A/N: This is a sequel to Feather Ticklish, so I highly recommend reading that before this :D Also, this does get kinda angsty at the end, but I promise it's a fun read and there's no warnings aside from the mention of cigarettes :>
Warning: Tickle fic ahead!
Characters: Dabi, Hawks
Shipping: Technically DabiHawks but they're still not together yet
Lee: Hawks
Ler: Dabi
Word Count: 3,093
Summary: It's been a few weeks since Dabi warned Hawks to watch his back, but nothing has come of it. Hawks decides to go about his work without worrying about it too much (spoiler: he worries a lot) and, during a private outing to the hideout late at night, he runs into Dabi.
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Weeks had gone by like normal with no signs of hostility from Dabi aside from his usual snarky attitude. He didn’t want to admit it, but Hawks was on edge, and only grew more so as time dragged on.
“Watch your back, birdie.”
He shivered at the unpleasant memory. Hawks may have only tickled him, but Dabi was a villain. Did he really expect him to solve this amicably?
"I'd be lucky if all he did was burn me,"
he muttered to himself as he sifted through a cardboard box he had found behind the bar counter of the hideout.
He had joined the League to gather intel, so that was what he was going to do. Or, at least, it's what he tried to do. He couldn't get what Dabi said out of his mind, and the fact that he never made any move or gave any indication of revenge only worried him further.
With a frustrated grunt, he shook the thoughts out of his head and continued to search through the box. There wasn't much worth noting. It was mostly filled with junk, aside from some polaroids. Hawks couldn't help the small smile that tugged at his lips.
The League of Villains looked like anything but. One photo depicted Toga and Twice holding hands and dancing together. Another had what looked to be Shigaraki shoving at the camera. Judging by each villain's personalities so far, Hawks figured Toga was the one to take the picture.
The last polaroid showed all of them. The camera must have been set on a timer, because they were all positioned together in a group.
Toga and Twice looked happy as can be, Toga sticking her tongue out and winking with Twice ruffling her hair and giving the camera a thumbs up.
Mr. Compress did his best to look formal with a bow and a tip of his hat, but it was easy to tell he definitely didn't mind the camera.
Spinner was the opposite. He tried to look like he wasn't interested by turning away from the camera, but his overall demeanor was that of childlike excitement.
Shigaraki did not prefer to be on camera, and it was obvious in his reluctant pose. He had one hand stuffed in his hoodie pocket, and the other scratching at his cheek absentmindedly while he stared off to the side.
Then there was Dabi, apathetic as usual. He stared into the camera, thumbs stuffed in his pants pockets, and his face void of emotion. Hawks furrowed his brow, as if trying to decipher what Dabi was thinking at the time of the photo.
"The hell are you doing?"
Hawks squawked and fumbled the polaroids, haphazardly shoving them back into the box. He whipped around to see Dabi standing there, eying him curiously. He leaned to the left to peer at what Hawks was looking at.
"Where'd you find that?" he asked, his tone indiscernible.
"I- uh- I- it.."
Hawks swallowed and collected his thoughts,
"It was behind the bar. I was just curious."
A moment of awkward tension passed before he handed the box to Dabi,
"Sorry, I didn't mean to snoop."
"Yes you did,"
Dabi smirked as he took the box from him,
"You wouldn't have gone through it otherwise."
“Ah,”
Hawks rubbed the back of his head with a nervous chuckle,
“Ya got me. Um, what’re you doin’ up so late, anyway?”
“I could ask you the same question, birdie.”
Dabi set the box on the counter and stared intensely into the hero’s eyes. Hawks stared back, not daring to blink.
“Couldn’t sleep, I guess,” he breathed.
“So, naturally, your first thought was to come here,”
The hot headed villain took a step toward Hawks,
"Why dont'cha tell me why you're really here?"
The number two hero didn’t back down. If there was anything he learned from being a pro for so long, it was to never show fear. He swallowed the lump in his throat and slowed his heart rate as he tried to think of an answer.
When he couldn’t think of any substantial excuse, he simply shrugged and laughed airily,
“I was curious about everyone’s lives. We hang out a lot, but it’s mostly for meetings and all. I wanna get to know everyone a little better.”
“And what better way to do that than snooping through our stuff~?”
Hawks’ relaxed smile faltered at Dabi’s tone. He watched him as he got ever closer, practically pinning him up against the bar. The air in the room felt quite warm all of a sudden, and there was a tightness in Hawks’ chest that he couldn’t relieve. He wanted to avert his gaze, but he knew doing that would practically be admitting defeat. Instead, he continued to stare into Dabi’s harsh, ice blue eyes.
“Well?” Dabi breathed,
“Are you gonna be honest with me, or am I gonna have to- GAHAH!”
The pro hero watched Dabi clutch his midriff and stumble backward. He didn’t really mean to squeeze his side, it was just the first thing that came to mind! He was trapped, he had no other choice. It was a survival instinct.
Suddenly, Dabi's intense glare pierced through Hawks, and he quickly realized that he was probably better off dead.
Hawks’ fight or flight response kicked in. Being as quick as he was, he was relying on his skills to get out of the hideout faster than Dabi could blink. Sadly, that didn’t end up being the case. Dabi tackled him as soon as he made to run, and the hero grunted as he fell face first into the floor. The villain grinned and sat on Hawks’ lower back. After a small struggle, he was able to pin his wings underneath his feet, effectively rendering him immobile.
“Guh! L-Lemme up!” Hawks growled, squirming fruitlessly.
“I warned you, feather brain. I can’t believe you had the balls to do that again,”
Dabi chuckled coldly,
“I’d be impressed if I wasn’t so pissed off.”
Hawks desperately tried to flap his wings, but to no avail. He foolishly tried turning his head around to at least see Dabi, but was met with nothing but pain in his neck.
“So what’re you gonna do?”
He snapped at the villain,
“Kill me?”
“I told you to watch your back, didn’t I? Not doing such a good job at that right now,”
Dabi’s tone was pondering as he scanned the hero beneath him,
“I wonder…”
Silence filled the room, and the tightness in Hawks’ chest returned. What was Dabi going to do to him? Fully expecting the worst, he clenched his fists and readied his body for whatever amount of pain he was about to endure.
And then…
“GAAHAHAHAHAHA WHATTHEFUHUHUCK!”
Dabi cackled at the reaction. He skittered and scribbled his fingers along Hawks’ back, greedily drinking in the desperation of his victim’s thrashing.
“What’sa matter, birdie? Your back a little sensitive~?”
“WHAHAHAHAT ARE YOU DOHOHOHOING?!”
“What’s it look like, you moron?"
Hawks wriggled and squirmed helplessly, the tickles feeling even more intense because he couldn’t arch or turn his back away from them. He was completely trapped, entirely at the mercy of a member of the League of Villains. Even his wings were unable to flap properly due to Dabi putting most of his weight on them, not to mention the odd angle he was at. Being so vulnerable only increased Hawks’ sensitivity, and his face erupted in red.
“OKAHAHA- HAHAHAHA!! OKAY YOHOHOU GOT YOUR REHEHEHEVENGE! Y-YOHOHOU CAN STOP NOHOHOHOW! GAHAHAHA!!”
Dabi smirked at the mess of a hero beneath him. His thumbs and forefingers nipped at his shoulder blades with intense accuracy while the rest of his fingers scribbled along the sides of them,
“I’m just gettin’ started. You tortured me, so I’m gonna get you back twice as bad. You shouldn’t have messed with me, Hawks.”
“STAHAHAHAHAP! I-IHIHIHIT TIHIHIHICKLES!”
Dabi jolted and he grumbled as he dug into the hero’s back with even more force, relishing the delightful shriek he ripped out of him,
“Just shut up and take it, bird brain.”
Hawks slammed his fist against the floor in ticklish frustration. He couldn’t even remember the last time he was tickled. He didn’t get much attention, if any, when he was a kid. The pro heroes dedicated their lives to work and keeping the public safe; there was rarely time to kick back and relax with each other.
He remembered poking at Endeavor once or twice, but he never showed any desire to get him back. Jeanist tended to lean on the serious side, but he had a playful bone in his body. If Hawks tried to mess with him, there was a chance he would fight back. Mirko was probably the only pro he could mess with and expect revenge from, but he never had the chance to try.
It tickled so bad. The way Dabi’s fingers vibrated against every inch of Hawks’ back, especially around his shoulder blades where he elicited the most extreme reactions, was torture. His touch was so precise, it was like he knew just what to do to drive him crazy. There was no chance to get used to any one feeling either, considering the villain would switch up his tactics every few seconds. Whether it be the amount of pressure he used, the way he moved his fingers, or the spot he tickled, every new moment provided a fresh combination to drive Hawks completely insane.
And yet, despite the fact that the number two hero had tears of mirth streaming down his bright red face, and his throat felt slightly sore from his screaming laughter, he would be lying if he said this wasn’t the least bit fun. To completely give up mercy and laugh like there was nothing to worry about was an experience Hawks never realized he needed.
“I can’t believe your back is this sensitive,”
Dabi chuckled after a while,
“Kinda makes me wonder about these pretty little wings of yours~.”
“N-NAHAHAHAHA!! C’MOHOHOHOHON, DAHAHAHAHABI! ENOHOHOHOHOUGH, PLEHEHEHEHEASE!”
“Begging already? Pathetic, especially for someone who once called himself a hero.”
The tickling ceased and Hawks gasped for air, falling limp on the floor. The villain smirked down at him. The way his disheveled hair fell over his gorgeous face, the tear streaks that marked his flushed cheeks, the residual giggles that bubbled past his bright smile. Dabi’s chest tightened, and he swallowed a lump in his throat.
“A-Ahahare you… dohone?” Hawks asked past breathless giggles.
Dabi’s smirk returned and he chuckled evilly,
“I told you I was just getting started,”
He ran his fingers through the feathery fluff on Hawks’ wings,
“I really am curious about these~.”
Hawks jolted and his wings twitched violently, practically bucking Dabi off of him. The villain laughed in amazement and quickly regained his balance.
“Hohoholy shit! I think I found the jackpot~.”
“D-Dahahabi,” the hero laughed nervously, his wings already tingling,
“Ihihi’ve had enough, plehehease.”
“Can’t take what you dish out, huh? Too bad, I’m not done with you yet. I’ll stop when I’m ready to,”
Dabi positioned his hands on his victim’s wings, causing them to twitch again,
“Until then, you’ll lay there and take it like a good little bird.”
The shriek that escaped from Hawks was ear-piercing. He bucked and thrashed violently as Dabi dug his fingers into his wings. The villain took note of how much more of a reaction he got closer to the hero’s back. Hawks’ hysterical laughter suddenly went silent. He slammed his fists and kicked his feet against the floor, his face was engulfed in cherry red, and he couldn’t tell his tears from his sweat at this point. Words couldn’t describe just how bad it tickled. The way Dabi mercilessly dug into his feathers drove him ballistic. It was torturous, his nerves were electrified, every single movement of the villain’s fingers sent a violent jolt of ticklish agony through Hawks’ entire body.
Why did he love this feeling so much?
Hawks wasn’t sure how much time had elapsed before Dabi finally decided to have mercy. His wings were burning with residual tingles, his feathers were all ruffled from the constant tickling, and he felt like he was going to pass out at any moment. The villain chuckled and stood off of the hero, giving him a moment to recover.
“God, you’re so sensitive. If only I had known this little secret sooner. But, now that I do, I’m never letting you live it down.”
After a few moments of residual giggles, heavy breathing, and slight coughing, Hawks shakily stood up. He used the bar counter as leverage, but stumbled and almost fell back onto the floor. He grunted when he made contact with Dabi, who had moved forward to catch him. With a hum, he absentmindedly nuzzled against the villain’s chest, then finally stood on his own. Dabi decided to ignore the heat that rose to his cheeks from the gesture.
The number two hero chuckled fondly and leaned up against the counter,
“Thahat was uhh… something. You are awful.”
“Not my fault you’re so sensitive~.”
“Can you not say it?”
Dabi frowned,
“Say what?”
“Tickle.”
The villain jolted and looked away bashfully, eyes narrowed in embarrassment,
“I don’t like saying it.”
“Why? Does it fluster you~?”
“No!” Dabi shot a glare at the hero,
“It’s just a stupid word. I hate using it, so I don’t.”
Hawks simply shrugged in response, then caught the box out of the corner of his eye. It was seated on the counter, right where Dabi had left it. He turned around and plucked one of the polaroids out of it, examining it once again. It was the group photo of the League. Dabi approached him and ripped the polaroid from his hands.
“Hey! I was lookin’ at that,” he pouted at the hot head.
“Ya shouldn’t look through other people’s stuff, bird brain,”
Dabi punctuated his sentence with a flick to Hawks’ forehead,
“Besides, what’s in here that’s so important to you?”
The winged hero grumbled and rubbed the area, then gave Dabi a small smile,
“These photos. They’re really cute,”
He chuckled and poked Dabi’s cheek,
“Would it kill ya to smile once in a while, though?”
“Yes,” Dabi replied bluntly, smacking Hawks’ hand away.
Hawks grinned and sighed fondly.
Silence fell over them for a few moments. Dabi reached into his pants pocket and pulled out a pack of cigarettes. He took one in between his teeth, and his index finger suddenly burst into a small, blue flame. He carefully lit the cigarette, then offered the pack to Hawks.
He chuckled and shook his head,
“No, thanks. I don’t smoke.”
Dabi shrugged and stuffed the pack back into his pocket, extinguished the flame on his finger, then took the cigarette out of his mouth and wistfully breathed the smoke out.
The aura in the room was peaceful, almost like the two of them were genuine friends. A pang of guilt tugged at Hawks' heart, but he ignored it and turned to Dabi, who was staring at the polaroid. His expression was calm.
The hero smiled, feeling melancholy, and decided to break the silence,
“So, why are you up so late?”
Dabi remained so still that Hawks almost thought he didn’t hear him. He opened his mouth to ask again, but was interrupted by the villain letting out a low, mirthless chuckle.
“I guess I couldn’t sleep, either.”
Silence reigned once more, and he took another puff of his cigarette before he continued,
“Ya ever hear of ‘the butterfly effect’, Hawks?”
The question was so sudden, Hawks gave the villain a puzzled look. After a second, he responded,
“Ah, a butterfly flaps its wings in Rio and causes a tornado in Chicago, right?”
“Correct. Though, I guess in your case, you flap your wings in Japan and cause a ripple in some other part of the world.”
“Where’s this coming from?” the hero asked, brow furrowed in confusion.
Dabi huffed sharply, and his grip on the polaroid tightened,
“Ya ever wonder where you’d be had you made one choice a bit differently?”
“I… dont–”
“Heh, never mind. That was a dumb question.”
Hawks frowned, but otherwise didn’t respond to Dabi’s sudden drop of the subject. What did he mean by that? Surely he didn’t regret becoming a villain. Granted, the winged hero had no idea what Dabi’s motivation was aside from the main goal of the League. Hero society was corrupt, he knew that was an idea they were passionate about, but…
"I'm not one for sentimental talks,"
Dabi chuckled suddenly, putting the cigarette up to his lips,
"So don't take much of what I say to heart,”
he inhaled deeply, then crushed the finished cigarette against the counter while exhaling the smoke through his nose. He flicked it across the room, then turned to look at Hawks, who had a look of befuddlement on his face.
“Do you… regret the choices you’ve made?” Hawks asked carefully.
Dabi stared at him for a moment, emotionless, before he grinned wickedly and blew the remainder of the smoke in his face,
“Do you?”
Hawks scrunched his nose and coughed, whisking away the smoke with a disgusted grunt. He then watched Dabi as he made his way out of the room, but was surprised when he turned to address the hero a final time,
“We’re even now, got that? Don’t even think of trying that shit with me again.”
With that, he disappeared deeper into the hideout. Hawks couldn’t stop the chuckle that escaped his lips. He shook his head and casually left the building, taking into the air with a swift flap of his wings. He cringed when the air hit his feathers, they still felt a bit sensitive.
As he flew back to his own home, he thought about the conversation he and Dabi just had. He didn’t know what to make of most of it. How did they go from tickling to a serious discussion about fate and paths in their own lives?
…Did he regret his own choices?
Hawks sighed and shook the thoughts out of his head. He was a hero, Dabi was a villain, and there was no way to change that. Even if there were moments where Dabi felt like a genuine human being, even if he felt like he was actually bonding with him, he couldn’t allow that to cloud his judgment. He was on a mission, and he would see it through to the end.
His chest felt tight again.
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Hey everyone ik I post about Taylor but I might make a Twilight fanfic I doubt it will be any good but I might try
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I LOVE RACE TO THE EDGE!

She grim on my born 'til I viggo
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I’m 18 and still love all the movies and shows :)
Reblog if you're a HTTYD fan and you're 12 years or older!
My friend says it’s a little kids movie, let’s show him that he’s wrong!
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Here’s what’s the moon looked like where I was on Saturday night I think it was before the Buck moon (I think that’s what it was called correct me if I’m wrong)
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Finally managed to finish the sketch ;//; I was fighting tooth and nail with my brain!! (It was trying to short-circuit me again but I prevailed - Take that, brain!)
Anyways, have a Dimas targetting my sona with tickles 'cause I have. issues. /lh
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Hey, how was everyone’s day? Or night.
Favorite Taylor Album?
Mine is Reputation
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Here’s some more Taylor photos plus some with Taylor and Travis
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Not my post credit goes to the owner
taylor swift fighting fires with gracie abrams 😭😭😭😭😭😭
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Here are some Taylor pics :) hope you enjoy 😊
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I know I don’t post much on here I’ll try to post more but it might just be pics of Taylor like this
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REBLOG if you have amazing talented artist friends!

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I just want jacob to come and kiss and hug me like bitch I've been waiting for u, come here loca 🙄😜
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a/n: i am in love with this. i WANT it. I NEED IT. n-e-wayz. ty for requesting shawty, i hope you're happy with this CAUSE IK I AM-
word count: 1.1k
summary: bella drops you off at sam's home where jacob and some of the boys are spending their time outside at. you forget about said boys and they get to catch a glimpse of jake's soft side.
warnings: none that I'm aware of
twilight - masterlist m.masterlsit
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“You’re gonna catch a ride back with him right?” Bella questioned as she put her truck in park. She sat in the front seat, turning to face you. Recognizing your lack of response and attention elsewhere she followed your line of vision. A light smile grew on her features as she was met with the sight of Paul, Seth, Embry, Quil, and Jacob. Who were all currently sitting on Sam’s porch. The boys noticed the vehicle as soon as you both had pulled in. Waves were thrown in your direction before their focus went back to the initial conversation that was engaged.
Well most of them anyway. Jacob’s lip was tugged between his teeth as to hide his smile. His eyes obviously found yours through the lightly tinted window. You broke away from his gaze to turn to Bella.
“Thanks for the ride,” you said, unbuckling your seatbelt.
“Well, somebody has to drive you places till you get your car repaired.” Wincing, the memory of running into your mailbox flashed through your mind, and you laughed meekly.
“It wasn’t my fault. I didn’t want to hit that squirrel,” you stated, reaching down to grab your backpack.
“Sure blame the animal,” Bella muttered under her breath, teasingly. Scoffing you through a discarded wrapper at her. She then swatted it away. “You never answered my question,” she mentioned.
“Hm?” you questioned, nonverbally.
“Is he gonna drive you back?” she asked, pointing back at Jacob. Causing you to face him once more. Catching his eyes with yours he tilted his head in question. As if questioning what was taking so long. Waving away his concern with a motion with your hand you responded to the girl next to you.
“Yeah, but I don’t know what time I’ll be back in town tomorrow.” Bella chuckled breathily as Jacob pushed himself from the railing that he was previously leaning on to head down the steps.
“Someone’s impatient,” she mumbled at his eager behavior. Jake lightly jogged to your door. He went to open it but was met with a useless effort. Looking at Bella expectantly he waited for the door to unlock.
“Do you mind?” he asked, jiggling the handle once more for emphasis. Sighing like it was the hardest task in the world, Bella pushed the button. The hinges squeaked as you were met with a light breeze brushing across your legs.
“Thanks,” Jacob whispered, instantly stepping back to tug you out of the vehicle. He grabbed your bag and hoisted it over his shoulder.
“Wow, chivalry isn’t dead,” Bella stated with a grin on her features. The boy rolled his eyes playfully before slamming the door shut. You giggled lightly at the bird Bella through Jake’s way. Waving gently as she backed away from the driveway, you felt a warm hand meet your waist.
“How was your week?” His voice was deepened as he spoke in a quiet tone. Draping your arms around his shoulders you smiled.
“It was good. School was kinda boring but not bad. Work was fine too. Jensen got fired so that was a plus.” Your bag was dropped to the ground gently as Jacob brought both of his palms down to your hips. He hummed, moving to place his grip around your back. Your fingers brushed against the nape of his neck. The space between you was pulled away as he tugged your body closer. “How are you?”
“Better now that you’re here.” Your face scrunched up.
“Oo, that was cheesy,” you cringed. Giggles passed Jacob’s lips as he leaned his face closer to yours. Foreheads connected, he took in your features. Admiring them like he’s never seen them before.
“But it's true. I can only handle so much of Paul's ego by myself.”
“So you want me to suffer with you? That’s the only reason you wanted me over? To make me suffer?” You teased, shoving him away playfully. Though you couldn’t get far even if you tried as his hold was tight. Not painful just strong enough that you felt assured that he was truly there.
“No, not that. It’s just when you’re here I want to punch his face, less.” Quirking a brow, you snorted.
“Wow, you sure know how to make me swoon, huh? Bel was right” You jested, cupping his face and tugging him closer once more.
“Mhm, of course,” he responded, leaning in so that your nose brushed against him. Slowly the smile you both shared disappeared as his lips caught your breath. One of Jacob’s hands moved to your chin as the other pulled you impossibly closer. Tilting your chin in his grasp he angled his mouth to catch your own deeper. Fingers tracing up his scalp and into his hair, you hummed. Taking a light hold on his strands, you tugged on them lightly. A breathy sigh fell onto your skin. Jacob tasted like those caramel chews he always bought whenever you prepared snacks for movie nights. You always complained that it was an old person's candy but at this moment you didn’t have a complaint to make as the sugary sweet was felt under your tongue.
But even if for that moment you felt like it was only you and him, surrounded by the sounds of birds chirping and the cold breeze. That was just not the reality.
“Save it for later. Dear god, it’s not even noon,” Embry called. Instantly you pulled back to look at the boys. Who were a handful of yards away. Every single one of them held shit-eating grins on their faces. Scoffing playfully, you took a step back from Jacob who was currently throwing daggers with his gaze.
“You just can’t let me have a single thing can you,’ he stated, bending down to grab your bag.
“Hey, it’s not our fault you’re making out in front of the house. For all of the eyes of the world to see,” Quil added waving his hands around in emphasis. “There is this thing called modestly. Mabey you’ve heard of it. Maybe not-”
“Y/n, you’re here!” A voice called through the screen door. Instantly the boys’ mouths shut. Emily stepped out onto the wooden porch.
“Hi, Em,” you greeted, walking up the steps. Jacob right behind you.
“Just who I was looking for. I need help with a batch of cookies if you don’t mind,” she asked. Her tone was sweet like always.
"Of course,” you responded. Kissing Jacobs cheek, you told him to just set your bag in your shared guest room before following after Emily. In the process, you flicked Paul’s ear while passing. The boy went to bark out a complaint but stopped when he felt a light shove from Jacob. Taking the action as a warning Paul settled back into his seat, rolling his eyes. Jacob gave him another pointed stare before stepping inside to take off after you once more.
“Dude’s so whipped.”
“You are literally going to be the same if not worse.”
“Shut the hell up, Quil. You already are worse than him and you don’t even have anybody. Me on the other hand, I get bitches.”
“What bitches, Embry? Your hand doesn't count as a person, dumb ass.”
“Yeah well at least-”
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