#and I REALLY enjoyed hearing your thoughts on dabihawks!!

[red-riot-unbreakable-heart]

BakuDeku | A Rainy Day Together ☔️💚💥

I wrote one of these for DabiHawks last night, and felt inspired to give BakuDeku a little rainy day love as well :) Enjoy! - RRUH

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Katsuki groans when he sees the weather report for the day: cloudy and overcast, with an 80% chance of rain. He had been looking forward to a day at the park with friends - plans for a game of basketball and a shared bento box on the dewy grass had been swirling around his mind all week. All those plans were quickly going up in smoke as the first thick rain drops pelted down on his kitchen window.

"Shiiiiiit." He sighs, texting his group chat to postpone their plans for a sunnier day. The rain is picking up - battering the tiny apartment and sinking Katsuki into one of his gloomier moods. He slumps over to his couch and buries himself in his favorite weighted blanked. His boyfriend Izuku had gifted it to him earlier in the month - a housewarming gift when he had signed the lease to his very first apartment. He wraps himself up and lets weight of the material sink onto his chest. He's longing for the sun, willing the clouds to part and -

There's a knock on the door. Katsuki looks up in surprise - the rain is pelting the door with a steady rhythm. Whoever is knocking on his door must be absolutely soaked. With an effort, he wrangles the heavy blanket off of him and trips his way to the door. He throws open the bright white storm door to see his favorite person in the world - Izuku. His freckled boyfriend is beaming up at him from the stoop, soaked to the skin and trying his best to shield bags of groceries from the torrential downpour.

"Kacchan!" Izuku glows like the sun, letting Katsuki pull him into the threshold. He drops the grocery bags to the ground with a splash.

"It took you so long to answer - I thought maybe you had forgotten to put on your hearing aids again." Izuku reaches into Katsuki's fluffy hair and runs a finger along his right ear, checking that the hearing device is in its rightful place.

"Nah - I was just zoning out. Really bummed it's raining. I was looking forward to catching up with the guys from 1A over a game of basketball. It's all gone to shit now." He gestures out at the downpour, locking the door behind Izuku.

Izuku looks at him knowingly. "I figured you might be - that's why I brought snacks! Why not invite the gang over for a movie marathon?"

Katsuki laughs, digging into the grocery bag nearest him. "Oh my God - all you bought is junk! Cookies, potato chips, mint chip ice cream...Deku, we're heroes - we can't be eating this shit!"

"It's a Saturday! It's fineeee." Izuku practically sings, moving to unload all the groceries on the kitchen island.

"You're dripping puddles all over the carpet!" Katsuki grumbles, pointing at the pools of water Izuku is splattering across the clean kitchen tiles. Izuku laughs and continues to dance out of his reach. Katsuki gives up trying to chase him and instead fires off a quick text to their friends: "Movie marathon in an hour. My new place." He's immediately met with a thousand thumbs up and smiley emojis from Mina and Kirishima. They've all been begging to see his place for weeks.

"Oh - I'm gonna invite Todoroki, Shinsou and Ururaka too if that's alright!" Izuku calls over his shoulder as he forces two pints of ice cream into the already full freezer. "Oh - and Ida is back in town after that hero conference! I'll text him, too."

"Whatever, nerd." Katsuki rolls his eyes and busies himself with drying off the floor by the door. He's grown fond of all of their classmates and secretly revels in spending time with the group, despite his grumbling.

Once he's satisfactorily dried the kitchen floor, he grabs Izuku from behind and puts him in a friendly headlock. The green haired hero yelps in surprise, then relaxes when he feels Katsuki plant a kiss at the base of his neck.

"Listen, Deku. If we're going to host a party today you need to make yourself look presentable. You're soaked." He releases his boyfriend and helps him to strip off his wet hoodie and t-shirt. Katsuki pauses for a moment to admire the glistening, hard earned muscles that make up Izuku's chest and stomach. "Go hit the showers, babe."

Izuku laughs and doesn't need telling twice. He dashes to Katsuki's immaculately clean bathroom and chooses the fluffiest towel before hopping into the luxurious shower. Izuku loves that Katsuki stocks all the best soaps and shampoos and bubble baths in his bathroom. The explosion hero is an absolute slut for self-care.

Izuku takes his time, letting the hot water run across his stiff muscles as it banishes the chill from his bones. He grabs a sweet smelling shampoo and lathers it into his curly green hair, enjoying the way the liquid bubbles up in his hands. He can hear Katsuki working his magic in the kitchen - shifting through cupboards to find the fancy popcorn. After ten minutes of enjoying the steam, Izuku turns off the faucet and grabs the oversized bath sheet Katsuki keeps folded just for him.

"Hey, Kacchan - do you have an extra change of clothes I can borrow?" But Katsuki's already thought of that - and Izuku shouts out a quick "never mind!" when he notices the clean pile of folded clothes on the bathroom countertop. After a few minutes fighting with Katsuki's hair dryer, Izuku emerges back into the kitchen - fluffy and clean. A pair of Katsuki's grey joggers are slung low over his hips, and he's sporting a black tshirt with the word "Dynamite!" scrawled across it in a graffiti-style font.

"You look good." Katsuki says appreciatively, holding up two large bowls of freshly made popcorn. He's in full homemaker mode, decked out in his favorite apron and cooking up a storm. "Think this will be enough?" He sets up the popcorn popper with a third bowl.

"Do I smell cookies?! Are you making cookies, too?" Izuku ignores Katsuki's question, bouncing towards the oven to get a good look at the batch of chocolate chip cookies rising on a bright blue pan.

Katsuki puts down the popcorn and pulls Izuku into his arms, resting his hands on his boyfriend's slim hips. He leans in and their lips melt together as naturally as breathing air. "Of course I'm making cookies, loser. They're your favorite."

Izuku grins and opens his mouth to say something cheeky when a barrage of knocks hit the door. He scampers away from Katsuki and towards the entry way to let in their waiting crowd of rain-soaked friends. At the last minute, he turns back to look at Katsuki. He has one hand on the door knob, and a huge smile stuck on his face.

"Kacchan - I love you."

Katsuki's heart squeezes in his chest, and he barely has time to register Izuku's words before the door flies open and Kaminari, Kirishima, Mina and Sero come tumbling across the threshold.

Within minutes, the little apartment is filled with friends, laughter, and tiny puddles of rain. Katsuki doesn't even bother to wipe up all of the rainwater this time - instead, he basks in the glow of Izuku, their friends, and the little life they've built out for themselves in the wake of a rainstorm.

[thesakuragarnet]

that one Rihanna song

(my first attempt at writing a mini fic/drabble on here! Hope y'all enjoy <3)

Summary: You can stay under my umbrella.

Tags: DabiHawks fluff, Swearing, some Geten slander lol

Word Count: 1,246 words

It’s raining. Dabi hates the rain…at least…he does now. When he was a kid, the rain didn’t always bother him. It felt soothing, and it made his Quirk easier to use with the water pouring over the subtle burns on his skin. Now, though…the rain is dangerous…at least for the next twenty-four hours after he’s replaced his staples…which is the case today. He curses under his breath as he stands under the overhang facing the courtyard. The one part of the Gunga Mountain Villa that wasn’t connected to the main building was where he needed to be…soon. Normally, he wouldn’t care that he was gonna be late…but this was his Regiment meeting…and if Geten started without him…who knows what the fuck he would say. Dabi chews on his bottom lip, staring at the downpour, crossing his arms over his chest and subtly tapping his foot. If he walks out there…he might not make it to the meeting and could be spending the night in the infirmary…which would so not help the fact that Geten was trying to make him look weak every chance he got. If he missed the meeting, the exact same thing would happen…Geten would shit-talk him and go on his extremist rant. The rain doesn’t look like it’s stopping anytime soon either. Dabi inhales sharply, eyebrows furrowing…he can’t make up his mind, and he simply stares. 

“Dabi?”

The voice startles him, and he twitches, unmoving. He thought the stupid bird would’ve left by now. He had his debrief with Twice this morning, and their next rendezvous wasn’t for a few more days. Dabi remains silent, but Hawks approaches him, stopping beside him and following his gaze. 

“Sure is peaceful up here with the rain and all, huh? I could take it or leave it, though. Don’t fly as well in this kinda weather,” Hawks shrugs, laughing, as if trying to get some sort of reaction. Dabi doesn’t flinch but shuffles uncomfortably. Hawks recognizes in an instant that he’s hiding something. His eyes scan the villain, calculating but not cold. His pupils soften in his golden irises when he catches the sheen of the staples…new staples. 

“You can’t really go out there either…can you?” Hawks mutters, just loud enough for Dabi to hear. The villain stiffens and swallows, keeping his eyes forward, trained on the roof of the enormous training facility hidden at the edge of the forest. Hawks puts two and two together in his brain, cocking his head in a very bird-like manner before looking at his watch.

“Isn’t your meeting in like…five minutes?” 

Dabi blinks, wondering why the stupid Pro Hero would remember something as frivolous as his schedule. He only mentioned it in passing a couple weeks ago when they moved their training up in the day-to-day schedule. Maybe he should stop being so loose-lipped around him. After all, he still didn’t really trust Hawks. The Pro’s nose twitches; he’s obviously becoming increasingly annoyed at being ignored. 

FWISH!

Suddenly, a shadow falls over Dabi, and he looks to see that Hawks’ feathers have diverted to his left wing, making it broader and longer; he’s raised it up in a curve over Dabi’s head, like an outstretched umbrella. Hawks takes off his headphones and slips them into one of his many jacket pockets. 

“C’mon. I’ll walk you over there,” He beams, flashing that perfect Hollywood-esque set of teeth in a genuine smile. Dabi glares down at him. Was this pity? A form of control? Whatever it was, it made Dabi…feel things…he wasn’t sure what to call them…positive or negative. It made his emotions twist in his chest…emotions that he’s been trying oh so very hard to hide in front of his comrades. This facade that he’s built up to hide his true identity…surely this HPSC pawn isn’t cracking it? 

“I know how much you hate the ice bastard, so the last thing you wanna do is be late, yeah?” Hawks grins, eyes practically glowing behind his golden visor. Dabi bites his tongue, mind swirling. Hawks is exactly right…but he’ll never say it to his face. Dabi takes a deep breath, looking down at his muddy black boots. 

“Not a word of this…to anyone. Got it?” Dabi snaps under his breath, his voice a little shaky. 

‘Why is it shaky?’ 

“You have my word,” Hawks chuckles, motioning for Dabi to make the first move. Dabi freezes. What if this was all a ploy for Hawks to leave him stranded in the rain? The Pro can’t be that stupid…he’d be fried chicken in a snap if he did that. Still…it’s so hard to trust…well…anyone. 

Dabi closes his eyes and takes a step forward…only for Hawks to step forward in synchrony. Something deep inside him seems to untangle, and a near-silent breath of relief falls from Dabi’s lips. Hawks’ smile seems to widen as they walk side by side, and he looks up at the sky as the rain starts to soak his hair, matting the fur on his jacket. Dabi raises an eyebrow. 

“You could shield yourself, too, y’know,” He scoffs, but Hawks shrugs. 

“I don’t mind it. Besides. More coverage for you,” He sighs, closing his eyes as he stares at the clouds, almost like he’s reminiscing. Their boots splash on the muddy trail as they make their way down the path to the off-site training building. 

“Why’d you stay?” Dabi blurts, partially from paranoia and partially from pure curiosity. Hawks huffs. 

“Knew it was gonna downpour. Planned on waiting until it clears up this evening. Should be clear skies by the time your session ends,” He remarks. “Like I said…don’t fly as well in the rain.”

Dabi sniffs, arms pinned tightly to his body, trying to make himself as small as he can under the protection of Hawks’ wing. He hates how vulnerable he feels. If Hawks ever brings this up again, he’ll have to make sure he knows his place. Then again…the Pro Hero is just as vulnerable, particularly to the elements. Some of his scraggly blonde hair is plastered to his forehead, and his jacket sags against his body. Though it’s a small gesture, in some way, he’s making a sacrifice for Dabi…and Touya almost gasps when he realizes it. He can’t remember the last time that happened…even on a small scale. It was…it must’ve been before the accident…if at all. Dabi’s throat suddenly feels tighter, and he swallows as the subtle sting beneath his eyes threatens to creep up. He can’t cry over this. That would be the end of it. The end of everything. He pushes it down, keeping his breathing even, suffocating his emotions until the sting disappears entirely. He won’t let the facade crumble…especially not because of some Pro…more specifically, some Pro who idolizes his father.

Within a blink, they’ve reached the bottom of the hill, and there’s an overhang just outside. Dabi leers up at one of Skeptic’s security cameras that pivots to face them, and he promptly flicks it off. Hawks chuckles at the gesture and stops once they’re sheltered from the rain. Promptly, Hawks lifts his wing to the side, careful to prevent any water from splashing off his feathers and landing on Dabi. 

“Well. You’ve got thirty seconds to get through that door. Shouldn’t be too hard on your own,” Hawks winks playfully, and Dabi’s eyes narrow. In the back of his mind, he almost says thank you, but, instead, he just turns on his heel and walks to the door.

END

P.S. Toga and Twice totally saw them from one of the Villa windows and asked Dabi all about it.

[azumasoroshi]

HELLO HI YOUR LONDON SIDE DLC POSTS HAVE ME DYING I NEED TO HEAR YOUR VANLOCK THOUGHTS BEFORE THESE LOSER DIVORCEES FUCKING KILL ME

YOU WROTE THE VANLOCK DANCE OF DEDUCTION THING OH MY GOD A VANLOCK ICON HAS VISITED MY HUMBLE CHAMBERS

words cannot express how much i love vanlock like i got into it for the exes energy at first in dgs 1 and then it all spiralled from there and i started reading fanfiction (there's this one really good author i absolutely adore) bro dude i was there when there were 36 vanlock fics on ao3 and 18 of them were in chinese i have remained devoted and i will continue to remain devoted to these gayasses

most of my thoughts ive already posted about them, some of them i plan to make into fics once school stops kicking my ass with a vengeance and im writing one right now but lemme try to highlight everything i like about their dynamic uhhhh

there is so much potential post-dgs2 for their dynamic because found family and [cOUGHs in dgs2 spoilers] and literally how are they NOT gonna have to be in contact 24/7 they are going to be married in 10 years if iris has anything to say about it.

we dont know ANYTHING about their history even though they clearly have a history which is just a green flag for headcanons to go wild, i mean im already deadset on the idea that both of them at least minored in theater with how fuckin flamboyant they are so van zieks majored in law while herlock majored in either chemistry, engineering, or the art of driving everyone insane. or everything idk

they must have done a stage kiss at least once that was extremely fraught with actual romantic/sexual tension that everyone but them noticed and was extremely awkward about. benjamin/albert happens to be with van zieks when they both see herlock in the present and albert is like "oh hey i remember him you guys did that really awkward stage k-" and van zieks is like "please stop talking"

i said this in another post but it is so unclear what their relationship is that you could assign so many things to it. exes, divorcees, one night stand, several night stands, coworkers with benefits, secretly married, what are you i could write so much fanfiction about you there are so many potential complex emotions and conflicted feelings and regret and i live for that shit

I NEED BAROK TO WALTZ WITH HERLOCK IN A DANCE OF DEDUCTION PLEASE GOD

i'm pretty sure herlock DOES trust van zieks to some extent and my memory is fuzzy but i don't think he's ever really indicated that he actually thought van zieks was The Reaper despite calling him shinigami-kun/reapy/mr. reaper and such?? correct me if im wrong but he seems to subtly guide ryuu into realizing that barok is not in fact a murderer

the london dlc case literally has me reeling like sholmes used his very questionable connections to find out van zieks' birthday and then both he and iris snuck into his office to do nice things for him what the fuck like this was a family project?? they straight up adopted him and he didnt notice

i read this one addition to my post where someone talked about how barok and sholmes are a lot nicer to each other in private and sholmes says "barok" instead of reapy and i havent seen much of 2-5 but i dont even care if it's true or not im making it canon in my head im so down bad for the enemies in public softer in private dynamic like shizaya or dabihawks

the way the public actively avoids both of them, one of them because he's annoying and the other because he's supposedly a murderer is good flavor i enjoy that and i enjoy people gawking at them being in public together interacting normally i read this one fic where barok was used to observing the thirteen foot distance between him and the crowd and then herlock joined him and he was like oh. it's fourteen feet now ahskdGSDGSHKkjhdsjh

gina iris and the apprentice teasing/exposing barok for his crush on herlock is also very fun, and vice versa

them being like "my masked apprentice is better" "no ryuunosuke is better"while said apprentices are making out

they qualify for my "teachers that have tried to kill each other at least once and are also probably married and students have no idea what their relationship is" au that i lovingly bestow on all my older people ships

there's probably more but i have to get back to work ahjdkGHJSJ anyway vanlock supremacy

[treestargarden]

Choosing You

Fandom: My Hero Academia

Warnings: incest, dabixshouto, touya todoroki x shouto todoroki, cis!touya, trans!shouto, top!touya, bottom!shouto, both are consenting adults, no kink, it's actually incredibly soft, train hoppers au, mafia au, don't like don't read

Summary: Shouto feels he doesn't really belong with his new friends. After seeing Touya earlier in the day, he decides to visit his brother for comfort in the middle of the night. Takes place after the dabihawks smut

A/N: If you have issue with the ship, don't read it, argue with your momma. Now for those of us who enjoy art, please continue reading! I would love to hear your thoughts on these two 🫠 They melt my brain. Unlike my first piece, this is not accompanied by a playlist, just some good ol' dope and a soft spot for these tragic characters. DO NOT REPOST

Words: 1.1K | 18+ ONLY (MDNI)

That evening, when the rest of the group had fallen asleep upon one another, Shouto snuck out of the shared room. He glided over sprawling limbs and lolling heads. A sliver of light from the hallway shone across the faces of his friends, but none stirred. He looked at the puddle of people with longing. Knew he would never truly belong with them.

Not really.

There were few other souls that roamed the nighttime hours of the compound with him. Regardless, he remained undetected as he silently slipped through hallways. Years of tip-toeing at home conditioned his soft gait.

Shouto didn’t really pay attention to where his feet guided him.

Some time after 1:30am, his feet stopped at a locked doorway. The hallway was familiar. He had been there before. He glanced at the top of the door, which told him he arrived at the server room.

A white keycard flashed in the fluorescent lighting as he swiped it through the card reader and entered Touya’s password, “0428.”

He opened the door to a warm, humid room that had dozens of mechanical fans whirring. Their blinking lights lit up the otherwise dark room. It was clear Touya had not expected visitors. There were leftover carry out boxes spread across his desk and the trash overflowed with discarded napkins and empty containers.

“What are you doing here, Sho?” His brother’s eyes remain focused on the triple display monitors in front of him. He studied several lines of greentext while another monitor played CCTV footage fed from various visuals across the compound.

Shouto’s footfalls remained silent as he crossed the distance between him and his older brother. A feather-light palm rested on Touya’s shoulder. Gracefully, thin fingers warmed Touya’s unclothed inked shoulder. “You told me to come find you later.”

Touya scoffed in response.

The grip on Touya’s shoulder tightened with encouragement, “C’mon, big brother. It’s been a while.”

“Yeah, we stopped years ago.”

“Only because father was keeping a close eye on us.”

Touya finally peeled his gaze from the monitor to focus on Shouto. The silky strands laid perfectly upon his brother’s head, split exactly down the middle and the length tumbled down to his mid-back, even though it was tied in a loose braid. His stoic face owned a regalness that Touya was mostly familiar with. The planes of his face were unblemished save for the scar over his left eye. Shouto’s frame was petite and thin. Most things about Shouto were delicate. Easily broken if not handled properly. Touya always held Shouto with gentle ease. It had been a long time since he could look at Shouto the way he wanted.

The chair swiveled to face Shouto.

Encouraged by Touya’s interest, Shouto continues, “He’s not watching us now.”

Touya’s response was silent. He spread his legs out in front of him. His posture was casual and open. Arms were lounging upon the arms rests of the chair.

Shouto climbs into the chair with Touya, straddled his lap with his legs folded at Touya’s thighs. Recoil was far from his mind when Shouto first approached Touya to do this with him years ago. He would do anything that Shouto would ask of him.

There’s a patience shared between them. Out of practice, they experimented with the way their shapes were meant to fit alongside one another. Their kissing was languid. Their fingers were cartographers that recorded the mountains and valleys of each other’s pliant contours, because they did not know if they would have another chance to revisit. Not like this.

Slow minutes crawled by before Touya carried Shouto to the couch situated in the back of the server room. He laid on his side so he could wrap his body around Shouto, who laid on his back.

Where Touya showed Hawks raw need, he was uncharacteristically gentle with Shouto. His fingers roamed across silky skin and created a trail of goosebumps across reactive nerves. Attentive fingers explored soft folds and stroked a T-engorged clit. Shivers rippled across Shouto’s skin as he responded positively to Touya’s caressing.

Lithe fingers opened Shouto slowly while mismatched lips tugged softly at his hardened nipples. Turquoise eyes memorized the perfect shapes of Shouto’s exquisite sounds on his lips.

Even the way Shouto’s toes curled and the way his back arched into Touya was dignified. On anyone else, they would look pathetic.

Shouto’s fingers bunched the fabric on Touya’s chest and his breath was shallow and haggard. Eyelashes glistened with tears that threatened to fall, “Please, Touya,”

And Touya’s eyes softened with admiration for his younger brother, his eyebrows knitted in concern as his fingers continued milking Shouto’s desire between his legs, “What is it, Sho?”

A few more pumps of his fingers and Shouto babbled incomprehensibly again.

“Use your words, I know you can do it,” Touya cooed as he nuzzled into the junction between Shouto’s neck and shoulder.

Shouto’s face was flushed but whether it was because of Touya’s ministrations or the embarrassment at his request is unknown.

Possibly both.

“T-touya …” a pause as he swallowed the saliva that collected in his open mouth, “cum with me.”

Touya gazed upon Shouto. He examined Shouto’s expression, searched for the barest hint of regret that could possibly be seen. Touya and Shouto had never been with each other like that before.

A dainty palm rested against his cheek, all seriousness was in Shouto’s tone, “Please,” he nodded again. More confident in his request this time.

It was a slow process, Touya entering Shouto. He wanted to memorize every curve and hug of Shouto that he possibly could.

It took all of Touya’s patience before he was seated fully between Shouto’s legs. The heels of Shouto’s feet pressed lightly into Touya’s tailbone. He didn’t urge Touya to continue though. They always waited for each other.

Touya’s face hid in Shouto’s neck as he mumbled gentle praises for his little brother.

How beautiful he was. And how kind. How thoughtful. Worship tumbled from Touya’s lips. Words that neither of them grew up hearing.

Shouto clung to Touya with desperation.

Touya gently kissed Shouto anywhere his mouth could reach. They could have spent hours like that, but who knows? Neither of them counted.

Slender fingers traced the outlines of Touya’s burn scars and pouty lips poured honeyed moans into Touya’s ears.

Touya’s deft fingers eventually found their way back to their rightful place on Shouto–they coaxed more mewls out of the perfect porcelain doll he made love to.

As he brought Shouto to a climax, Touya kissed the edges of Shouto’s facial scar. The reverence was mostly unfamiliar to Shouto.

No matter what, Touya was Shouto’s most devout follower.

They were two boys that couldn’t have anything of their own, so they chose to have each other.

[hokusu]

it's really hard to balance irl stuff with online stuff sometimes >.< I've had a lot going on in my head recently, but I'm trying really hard not to let it overwhelm me, which is easier said than done lmao overall though I'm doing well! ^-^

you hit the nail on the head regarding what's so wonderful about Christmastime!! it's also just always been a really special/nostalgic time of year for me and my family, and I also adore Christmas music haha. it all just fills me with a lot of warm, cozy feelings~ I really like winter all-around though, I'm the kind of person who prefers the cold over the hot, although I think my favorite season is probably spring cuz it's the perfect in-between! 💕

who are some of your favorite characters?? and if you don't mind me asking, what do you enjoy so much about dabihawks? I think they make a really interesting pair and would love to hear your thoughts about them!!

~your animanga secret santa❤️

So true, as soon as you're busy irl time flies so fast and it's hard to catch up with everything (cough anime in my opinion too lol, I'm struggling to edit everything I want this season 😭). Im glad you're doing well though, Santa!! 💛 I hope your thoughts leave you some peace soon and whatever it is, works out. 😊

Yess xmas music is so nice and comfy!! I love trans-siberian orchestra ones the most. Do you have a favorite Christmas song? Do you get white Christmas where you're from? 😲 I also enjoy winter more! And fall is always so dreamy, but where I live it doesn't really have much of fall either lol.

I have a lot of favs but here are some ☺️:

One Piece (not caught up yet but this anime is probably the most of my hyperfixation after dabihawks rn lol. I love it so much) - Zoro, Trafalgar, Ace and pretty much all of straw hats

SNK (been a while but they'll always be special) - Levi, Eren, Jean

Haikyuu (this is the comfort show Im always into) - Kageyama, Kuroo, Nishinoya, Hinata, ...almost everyone tbh.

Given (re-reading recently so feels are back) - Kaji mostly, but also all the mains are good lol

Banana Fish - Ash Lynx

Kny - Uzui, Giyuu

And lastly my absolute favs right now and I can talk about them forever Dabi & Hawks - I love literally everything about them individually and together. Dabi, who was told he's never been enough but consistently proving that everyone is wrong (literally living when he should be dead through sheer will power and vengence) vs. Hawks, who always remember "what is he even good for" and desperately tries to prove he can be of use? Dabi, who's ready to die while taking revenge vs. Hawks, who's willing to die to save everyone else? They're both so much more than who they pretend to be, who they wear that mask for and I think sometimes people misunderstand them for it, but its why I LOVE THEM!

I love their dynamic and how they used each other in the manga, I love that they're on opposite sides of a war both with ideals that clash so differently and they're perfect foils of each other, and yet so easily they could have been in each other's shoes. I think it makes them understand each other in a way that no one else does when all their lives, they've been very much alone. Their tragic backstories also plays into their character development very well (and every ch it shows me this!) Contrary to some opinions out there (esp. about hawks oof) , I think Horikoshi did a fantastic job writing them and they are the most interesting in the animanga by far and why I picked up the manga. There's so much to explore with them, so much potential angst and parallels between them, but even on their own they're just written SO WELL.

Hawks views are so skewed and it shows because of how he was brought up (by a family who didn't want him and then bought by the commission to be a solider) and it's so ingrained into who he is today, but he genuinely still just wants to "do good and protect people", so he's still the best hero in my eyes. 😭 And Dabi, who obviously isn't innocent, but you can't help but root for him to live at the end of it anyways bcus Dabi was genuinely good once and he tried so hard to be, he couldve been the best fucking hero. They're so flawed and fucked up in their own ways, but I love them for it and they're PERFECT. At the end of the day, I know they've done heinous things but they both deserved so much more. Latest chapter with them meeting again has me screaming too and I'm so excited to see what's next in manga!! There's so much more I could say but sorry this is so long already!! How about you, are you a fan of BNHA and who's your favs? 😁

And I'm also into a lot of other animes (seasonal or otherwise like sxf (so so good and heartwarming), csm, tokrev, jjk, mp100, golden kamuy, a lot of slice of life and lesser known ones, etc.) if you wanna know more ^^

Please have a lovely week Santa! 💛

[bluecookies02]

Dabi x Reader x Hawks

It was always the three of us-NSFW

summary: DabiHawks is already established and the two of them are dating. You've been their best friend for years and them getting together feels like two heartbreaks at once. But- Take a guess man I dunno...I'm under the impression tht they like you too🤷‍♀️

❗️warnings❗️: slight angst (only the begging, your heart will be fine I promise), eating out, threesome, double penetration, creampie, praise...sex?

word count: 3k

Edited 13. January 2021

You're sick of it.

There's always a bittersweet taste on your tongue when the three of you hang out now.

Nothing really changed if you were trying to look at it objectively.

They still talked to you like before.

Invited you over, chilled with you, fuck even watched movies and cuddled with you.

Yet there was a string being pulled at your heart every time they kissed in front of you, held hands, whispered to each other...

You were watching a stupid comedy, your eyes blankly looking at the screen while you tried not to focus on the way their fingers tangled together, drawing small circles over each other's knuckles as they laughed at the screen.

Their hands were on the pillow that was placed in your lap, your small form in between them.

You try to focus back on the movie, ignoring the sound of cloud nine laughter that filled your ears.

You missed half of the scenes already, you can't make yourself watch it at this point, so you zone out again, falling down the rabbit hole you always find yourself in.

"Songbird, everything alright?" Keigo's worried voice snaps your attention back to reality, his brows furrowed as he stares at your glistening eyes. You don't know how much time passed but you didn't know you were so close to crying until his voice snapped you out of it.

Dabi's hands find purchase of your cheek, turning your face to him so that he could see what made Hawks turn off the TV.

You're met with blue eyes, a look of utter concern causing your skin to crawl, making it hard to fight the urge to punch something, anything.

"Talk to us doll, you know we're here" your heart shatters in pieces, hot tears piling up until they began to freely fall down your face, your fists clutching the pillow, your knuckles turning white.

They've seen you cry many times before, both of their arms flying around you to hold you tight, but your arms pushed and nagged at theirs, your small body shaking and kicking them away.

The fucking nicknames, the closeness of their bodies made you feel like you were suffocating, finally being able the breathe once they let go and you ended up on your feet.

You took a large gulp of air. You've practiced this. Replayed the sentence over and over until you learned how to say it even through tears. At this point, you couldn't keep stitching your heart up every time you spent time with then.

"I can't hang out with you guys anymore" it felt like a weight being lifted off your shoulders until you looked back at them. You're gonna do this and then cry when you get back home. You got this.

"What the fuck? Why?" Dabi was the first one to speak, standing up and coming closer to you until you stepped away.

He grits his teeth and stays in place, Keigo's fingers pulling the hem of his sleeves to let you have your space.

"I...I think we at least deserve an explanation...yeah?" Keigo's broken voice surged through the room, Dabi's hand reaching out to his in an act of comfort.

Your eyes burned through their hands but you nodded nonetheless.

"After I say this I don't want to hear a word from any of you. Not a single one of pity or comfort or any of that." they hesitantly agreed, Hawks pulling Dabi back on the couch.

You began nervous laughing ,fighting the new wave of tears as you opened your mouth to speak.

"So. Haha...fuck...I'm in love with you guys. Fucking hilarious right" your forced laughter burned their ears, making them cringe.

"It was a really great time for a long while wasn't it?" you joked, clapping your hands together and squinting your eyes. You have no idea who you'll be without them, but you'll have to find out.

Two pairs of arms tackled you, almost making you fall to the floor, your feet losing balance as they held you up. You want to fight, yet you know you can't win, so your body settles for shutting down, you're ears buzzing and doing their best to cancel out any words they're about to let out.

"You're the dumbest bitch I know" Dabi mumbled into your hair, pulling you into his chest as Keigo's hands stayed on your hips. "You're such an idiot" Dabi lets out again, soothingly petting your back in an effort to calm you down.

You were a mess, mumbling confused nonsense, almost offended until Hawks reached for your chin, turning your head to him and smashing his lips against yours.

"It was always the three of us wasn't it doll?" Dabi questioned, pushing Keigo's face away and kissing you deeply.

Hawks tried to act annoyed for a second, fluffing his feathers and puffing up his cheeks before a smile fought onto his lips.

Your brain was running laps against your skull, everything feeling dizzy as you gripped at the hem of their shirts.

Dabi finally pulled away, his mouth hanging open as he caught his breath.

You thought about this possibility every passing second of your days, a small part of you hoping for something you deemed irrational. Yet it made sense, their hot breaths against your neck and airy laughs against your skin sending goosebumps all over to your tippy toes.

"Be ours, songbird" you only managed to nod, hiding your face in your hands as now happy tears welled up.

Two hot mouths kissed your knuckles, moving your fingers aways and pecking both of your cheeks and eyelids. You open your eyes, blinking the tears away.

A pair of red wings wrapped around all three of you, squeezing and flapping excitedly. They talked about this, dreamed about this, hell they won't go to the extent that they fantasized about you, and they are so mad that you had to go through this before they gathered the balls to do something about it.

You watched the two kiss sweetly, squishing you between them. A quiet moan leaves your lips when you see Dabi reaching a hand around Keigo's neck, his large palm plastered over his throat, his fingertips lightly pressing down when Hawks tried to pull away.

Your body shivered, your arms lending up to tug at the hero's hair, feasting on the small pants that left his lips when you latched onto his neck. He doesn't know whose lips he would rather chase as both of you move away.

Dabi fights against the wings, glaring at Keigo to let both of you go.

When he reluctantly complies, Dabi is quick to pick you up and drape you over his shoulder, smacking your ass and chuckling when he hears your scream. It certainly lightens the mood.

Hawks follows behind the two of you, skipping steps and closing the door behind Dabi when he enters the bedroom. He's like an overgrown puppy, excitedly waiting for a treat.

Your back hits the cushion, the villain's shirt being stripped off him by Keigo's rushing hands.

You're already rubbing your thighs together, mouth-watering as you catch a glimpse of his abs.

You don't have that much time to enjoy the view, since his hands are on you in seconds, gripping at the hem of your sweater. You sit up, raising your arms to help him out, your shirt following suit and flying to the floor carelessly. The blonde kneels on the bed, joining Dabi.

Heated hands cup your breasts kneading at the flesh while his mouth latches onto your nipple.

Hawks scoffs at his greedy boyfriend, lowering himself to your neck, mouthing at the skin as your body jolts after a particularly rough bite to your flesh. Keigo is definitely the gentle one, kissing your skin and humming softly while he takes his sweet time with you.

"He's going too fast isn't he little birdie?"

You're not sure if you can answer it...it's too much of both fast and slow, your nerves getting the best of you as he waits for your response .

Hawks gets it, he does...but he still wants to give an option of slowing down, tangling his fingers in his boyfriends hair and pulling him away only slightly.

Dabi's pierced tongue lolls out, giving a teasing flick at your hardening nub, followed by more as he swirls it around, grinning and looking up at you. The contrast of the hot tip of his tongue and the metal sending your brain into an overdrive.

He's still held back by Keigo, but he doesn't fight the pull, instead he finds himself unbearably hard from being bossed around like this.

You pull him back by the nape of his neck, Hawks' grip loosening so that you can stuff his mouth full of your plump flesh.

That is enough of an answer to him.

Keigo's fingers trail your stomach, ghosting over your belly before going to the buttons of your pants. He waits for a few moments, leaning his forehead against yours, pecking your lips before moving in between your legs.

Once you lightly nod, he unbuttons them with ease, moving down to pull them off your legs.

You look down at Dabi, eyeing the numerous hickeys on your tits. He looks up, darting his tongue out and licking over the bruised marks, smirking when you swallow over the lump in your throat. Your skin there is now mostly purple and red, some patches even grazed with small specks of blood threatening to seep out.

You hear a ruffle of feathers, a blush plastered across Keigo's cheeks as he inches his hand closer to your panties. He can see how wet you are, the material sopping up your arousal. His touch is gentle but heavenly good, his fingers gliding between your clothed folds.

Keigo's free hand grips the bulge in his pants, trying to ease some of the pressure by pressing on it.

Dabi moves to sit behind you, spreading his legs for your tiny form and pulling you against his chest. He had his fill for now and he wants to watch the show. He knows Hawks looks pretty with his mouth full.

He lifts you up so that the hero can slip the panties off, sitting you back down and spreading your legs once the layer isn't in the way anymore.

Cold air hits your exposed heat, your pussy clenching around nothing. You would be ashamed if you didn't hear the low growl coming from Hawks as he settled his face between your thighs. You smell fucking delicious, blood rushing to his ears as he takes a look at your sex.

His wings tighten against his back before spreading  out when he takes the first lick. You lean all of your weight onto Dabi when Keigo's hands dig into the back of your thighs, opening them out as he starts lapping at your cunny.

Dabi's breath hits your ear, a shudder rumbling through his chest when your pliant body humps against the blonde's tongue. His large hands snake up to play with your breasts, kneading the tortured nub between his fingers as he ghosts over the marks he left on you.

Turning your head to him, you pull him in a kiss, moaning when Keigo circles two digits over your sex.

You impatiently wiggle your hips to push them in, combing your fingers into his hair to will him on.

Dabi's arm is now securely wrapped around your belly, holding you tight while he explores your mouth, his piercing clicking against your teeth.

You taste like everything he needs and more, his bulge throbbing in his sweats and against your body, impatient to finally have you.

"Hawks." his voice is stern but begging, urging his boyfriend to stretch you out already.

You're already so wet, and the two digits slip in and out with ease, your juices gushing in Keigo's palm all while his tongue doesn't stop swirling at your clit.

Dabi impatiently slips his cock out of his sweats, raising you up to push against Kei's fingers.

Hawks scolds him, but pulls out nonetheless, guiding Dabi's length over your slit, silking him up in his own spit. You mewl when he prodes at your entrance, biting your lip as you wait for the stretch.

It burns, but you feel so heavenly full, His large cock pushing to the hilt in one slow thrust, His tip fitting snuggly against your cervix.

Dabi's breathing is ragged and heavy on your shoulder, his eyes shut tight as he savors the warmth of your cunt.

"Fuck Keigo, you have no idea what you're missing out on."

You look down at the blonde, his tongue darting out to lick along Dabi's base, going between his cock and your pussy, mouthing at where the two of you connect.

Hawks is somewhat keeping his cool but his cock humps against the bed, his whole body swaying as if he's dragging his dick along your skin.

Dabi slowly ruts into you, deep and torturous. Your eyes widen when you feel a finger try to push in, the villains' movement coming to a stop as he tries to comfort you. Tears start pricking in your eyes, your legs trying desperately to close as you urge them to stay open. You want it, you truly fucking do, but when you feel another try to slip past your tight walls you're not sure if you're gonna stay conscious. There's already no place left just from Dabi alone and shit, you feel like screaming.

"Please baby, I promise it'll feel better soon, can you be a good girl for us hmmm?I believe in you..." Keigo's voice rings in your ears, your half-lidded eyes looking at your stretched pussy, watching the fingers pump knuckles deep in and and out, dragging between Dabi's cock and your walls.

You're so fucking wet and covered in slick, your folds glossy in your essence, pooling around Dabi's shaft.

A warm hand rests on your belly, easing your muscles, and relaxing you. There's a third finger pushing against the first two, the stretch surprisingly not as painful as the previous.

Keigo leans over you, kissing away the tears that ran down your cheeks, massaging the ravenette's arousal with the pads of his fingers.

"We're so so proud of you dove...Thank you so much" your chest swells with pride, a wide smile adorning your face. You do feel like you're being tricked with these comments but it doesn't matter, they seem to work.

The blonde pulls the other man in a kiss, slipping his fingers out of your core as he aligns his head with your cunt.

Both of them move to each side of your face, placing their lips at the corners of your mouth. You gulp, filling your lungs and holding your breath.

Your hands fist Keigo's shirt, pulling and almost ripping the poor thing apart when he prods the tight rim. Fuck it's so hard to breathe, air practically knocked out of you, your shaky hands wrapping around Hawks.

Inch by inch, he bottoms out, groaning at the tightness around his dick.

Minutes pass by, your boyfriends lavishing and worshiping your skin with kisses and gentle touches, loving every part of you they could reach.

The hero's wings wrap protectively around both of you when he starts moving, his head pressed against your shoulder.

Dabi seems to pick up the pace too, thrusting in as soon as Keigo almost pulls out. The rhythm isn't rushed at first, both of them moaning with each throb of your walls around their lengths.

They're taking their sweet time, angling their hips experimentally, noting the way your body shakes at each perfect plow into your cunt.

It's too good and too much, the knot in your tummy already threatening to snap loose. And the boys are on the verge of their highs too, gradually becoming more and more greedy, not pulling out almost at all, pounding and rutting against your cervix.

Dabi's grip on you tightens, trying to keep your body in place as he and Hawks rock into your pussy. Keigo moves from the crook of your neck, raising his hand to get a hold of the villain's jaw, smashing their lips together .

You're squished in between them as they moan into each other's mouth groaning when they feel you squeezing around them.

They're gonna cream you so good, pump their seed into your hole and make you so so full...you'll never settle for anything less after them and they fucking know it.

Your eyes swell with tears as you feel the knot finally snapping loose, you don't want it to end, you don't want them to ever move away from you but your body works against you, bringing you to the most powerful orgasm you ever felt, surging through your muscles and making them flex and clench.

Both of them look at eachother, eyes wide and blown with lust as they cum at the same time, hot seed coating your walls and leaking down Dabi's shaft.

They're panting, their foreheads touching as they caress your body all over.

"I love you..." Hawks says breathlessly, his eyes closed and his wings folding against his back, giving you all room to move and breathe.

He slips out, causing the rest of their cum to seep out. Dabi scoffs at the mess smeared over his length and thighs, slowly handling your body and moving you off his lap.

Dabi picks you up and Hawks chuckles. "You like carrying them huh?"

It earns him a glare, placing you in the heroes arms and making his way to the bathroom.

"I.Have.My.Own.Cum...Dripping down my ass" he hisses out making Keigo wheeze, almost tumbling over and dropping you.

You can't help but smile, nuzzling your head into your winged boyfriend's shoulder.

Everything clicked in place finally, your eyes closing in comfort as you let them take care of everything...take care of you.

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been a hot minute since I wrote something a bit longer but here we r.

Please leave a comment and reblog cause I'm a whore for feedback, tnx💕

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[sparkles-and-trash]

the Shinkami headcanons you wrote got me thinking, with your favorite ships, who do you think the biggest shippers in canon would be? as in, who of their friends and family are supportive and want to see them together?

note: what a cute request, thank you sm for sending it!

♥ the biggest in canon shippers of Tododeku, Shinkami, Momojiro and Dabihawks headcanons ♥

Tododeku

so, I think first and foremost, their respective families both love them together, like before they even get together

we already know Fuyumi likes Izuku a lot, and Natsuo thinks he's like, really funny

they both love puns and even more, puns on clothes

and I just know Inko would love Shoto

he's so polite and kind and looks at Izuku like he hung the moon

what more can you want in a son in law???

I think Momo would be Shoto's main wing woman, but it's funny, because she's just as hopeless as he is

I love to imagine Iida trying to help Izuku, too

just the most basic, straight forward shit, and Izuku is dying of embarrassment just hearing about it

I think most of the class is just enjoying the show tho

and is genuinely so happy for them when they get together

oh and omg Mina and Hagakure totally love snapping pictures of them and stuff and the boys pretend to be annoyed by it

but they both secretly loves the pictures and cherish them forever

Shinkami

I think people might be a bit more in the dark about these two, at least at first

Denki is totally a guy that is friends with everyone in class, like, good friends, he knows everyone and cares about everyone and is just so good like that?

so when Shinso transfers to the hero course and their class and dorms, nobody's surprised when he and Denki starts hanging out

but the other people that know Shinso a little better, like his old friends from the General Course and Izuku esp, def notice little things

I think Izuku and Kirishima would be the first two to discuss it, and they wanna help out so baaad

Izuku loves to help, and Kirishima loves love

he also loves Denki, but he loves love even more

Jiro is def the one who makes Denki realize he has a crush on Shinso tho

Pikachu is way too dense to realize himself lmao

Momojiro

okay, I think it's pretty much canon already, but; everyone is Class A loves Momo, she's their little class mom

and they all wanna see her happy

and if you thought Shoto was a hopeless gay, oh boy, you have not seen hopeless lesbian Momo in action

Jiro and Momo have been close since pretty early on, and Jiro's def had a crush on her the whole time, while Momo fell more slowly into it, but when it happened; BAM

they're both blushy, mushy messes around each other and everyone is dying for them to just get their shit together

I think Jiro's parents would love Momo! and we already know from the Light Novels that Momo's mom really wanted to impress Jiro and Momo's other friends, so I think both families would approve

Jiro's dad 100% cried a little seeing Jiro all happy lmao

I think Momo and Jiro gets together before Shoto and Izuku, and I fully think Shoto would be surprised af when Momojiro happens hahah

but very supportive

"Momo are you a homosexual too? :o"

and he'd like, bow or something silly like that but he'd be so sweet

Dabihawks

I'm gonna go right ahead and make it clear that this is upheaval!verse, so things will be a little more okay with the todofam and Dabi isn't as wanted as a murderer and stuff ehe

I still think Toga and Twice would be pushing them from like day one tho

they notice Dabi stuttering the tiniest bit once and are like !!!

Dabi hates it because they're right but goddamn they cannot know

Hawks is oblivious to even his own feelings tho, lmao

Toga and Twice tries to play matchmakers, but it's hopeless when one of them won't ever talk about it, and the other has no idea it's happening

Tokoyami straight up asks Hawks if he's seeing anyone, because he notices the way Hawks smiles and blushes at his phone sometimes, and Hawks insists that they're buddies and can talk about stuff

Hawks is first like what, haha, no?! and then he's like

...unless

Tokoyami is just... o_o

"are you in a relationship or not?"

and Hawks is like m8 I don't even know lmao

I think Natsou would really like Hawks actually, like, on a personal level

they'd be buddies, joking and having a beer and just being effortlessly nice, socialble and chill

Shoto, Fuyumi and Dabi cannot relate lmao

but I think they'd all get along well!

bnha requests open ♥

[cozzzynook]

I saw a post about a pregnant woman asking for food & thought #dabihawks so here we go 🐣

Cw // mpreg, au

When Keigo first moved into his new apartment he was excited. He finally made it, he had a large nice home to accommodate his wings. He had a nice paying job and he no longer lived on the streets. Life was great. He went to work every day and enjoyed his new nice quiet routine. Then he heard that a new neighbor had moved in across the hall. Keigo never did see them only heard them. They moved their furniture at odd times of the day. They weren’t loud per se but it was weird to hear someone move furniture at three a.m. then said person going out at five a.m. only to come home around eleven a.m. Or so he’s been told by the bellhop downstairs. Keigo didn’t really mind, his sensitive hearing picks up on a lot of things its why he moved to the top floor. But something about his neighbor set off his bird brain in all the weirdest ways. At first he found himself collecting the softest sheets he could find and piling them on the couch. He’d accidentally made a nest that his mind refused to let him enter. It frustrated him to no end it looked so soft why couldn’t he go in? Then he found himself buying some of the best spices he could find along with the best spicy noodles. It took him a week to get the ingredients he felt were right but he did. In that time he made sure the nest was perfect. Made sure the apartment was clean and smelled of him. His feathers kept shedding and he kept putting them in the nest and hanging them all over the house. He even shedded one feather from his head and oiled it for hours grooming it so it would be perfect. But perfect for what? He had no mate! It was driving him insane!He couldn’t take much more of this. Thankfully on a Friday morning he had the day off. He tidied the apartment, he shedded a few more feathers, oiled the one feather from his crown to perfection. He cooked the meal he was making and the scent was heavenly might he add. Yes, by nine o’clock in the morning, his mind literally did wake him up at the ass crack of dawn, sigh. Everything was ready. He had two bowls out and one just waiting to be filled. And it wasn’t even his own! His bird brain refused to let him touch even a drop for himself. He was hungry and the food smelled so good. He didn’t understand any of it. About fed up ready to sleep the day away and hope for the better. A knock on his door stops him. His bird brain is on the fritz at trying to look good, he even opens the lid to his food and another knock sounds on his door. Taking nervous steps he answers the door palms sweating, lip nervously twitching. His wings puffing to show he’s a good mate. Wait… mate?

Before he can think further his body does it for him and he opens the door. His heart and mind fill with love, he lets out a trill blushing from embarrassment.

Standing in front of him is the most gorgeous man he’s ever seen. Flowing white hair spiked so softly it crowns his head, soft pale skin, electric blue eyes. Shiny piercing in his ears and nose. He’s beautiful. Slender build and oh—.

It takes a second but he sees it. The bowl in hand with the spoon inside. Sitting on top of a large heavy pregnant belly. Blinking he snaps his eyes up to a flustered blushing mess of a man.

“Umm…i— i’m sorry but… can can i have some?”

“Huh?” ‘Nice one Keigo now he’ll think we’re dumb.’

“Can i have some of your food please? It smells so good and its making my mouth water. I.. I can pay you back! Just um. Can i have some please?”

Blinking twice, Keigo nods and its like he snaps back into reality because he stands aside and helps the beautiful pregnant man inside. Guiding him straight towards the nest of blankets and watching as the man sighs in relief at being able to sit down. He takes the bowl and quickly fills it to the brim. Rushing it over to the beautiful man who he immediately recognizes as the one his instincts choose as a mate. ‘Good taste,’ he can’t help but think. The delicious sounds coming from the man wrapped snug in a nest he built, eating food he made, safe in the soon to be shared den if he has anything to say about it. He watches him, hunger completely forgotten as he makes sure the blue eyed man has everything he could need first. The large swell sitting heavily in between his thighs looks mouth watering and okay. Whatever hatchling his mate has before him he’ll gladly accept. So long as he can pump him full of more hatchlings, thats an added bonus. Seeing him stretched, rounded, full, so beautiful like this, makes him hopefully his seed can be next.

‘Bad Keigo, no dirty thoughts.’ An awkward pout makes it way to Keigo’s face and he quickly jumps to attention when the man finishes and rubs his belly. A sad look on his face, he looks like he’s about to cry and ‘oh no whats wrong how do i fix it?’

Standing next to the man he asks, “umm whats wrong was it not good? I can make you something else?” Sniffling the man shakes his head.

“No it was good, so good. I’m just happy it was so good and sad its finished.” Sniffling with a small smile the man lifts himself forward about to shuffle to stand.

“No wait, I can give you some more honest. You can have as much as you want I made a lot. I need someone to eat all this food with.” Smiling he takes the bowl from the now beaming man and quickly refills it. Handing the man the bowl and quickly making his own sitting next to the white haired beauty. He eats his meal happily, watching as the man smiles and moans just as excited as the first time. Keigo ends up more concentrated on watching the man eat.

Its after the mans third bowl that he’s satisfied and smiles thanking him. Keigo nods smiling and chirps sadly, the man has no reason to stay now. He’ll be leaving soon. Unless.

“Oh wait! I’m sorry. I didn’t ask, what is your name?”

“Huh, oh its Touya. Thank you for the meal..mister?”

“Hawks! I mean my name is Takami Keigo. But everyone calls me Hawks.. hehe, you can call me Keigo though.”

Before Keigo can think on being too forward, or how great Takami Touya sounds. The man smiles at and Keigo won’t admit how he almost fainted.

“I un..marry me … I MEAN UHH.., not marry me i don’t want you to marry me yet.. no wait i mean well i do mean it but i ..um… i’m sorry.”

Keigo looks down his wings drooping. He’s ruined this. Any chance he had at his mate is gone. Giggling, Touya smiles at the sad bird. Shifting out of the blankets, shuffling and huffing, managing to use the couch to stand up slowly. Holding it for a second not to get light headed, taking a deep breath feeling much better. He waddles over to the bird. Poking his head. “How about instead of asking me to marry you, we get to know each other first. Huh? Then you can decide if you want to marry me and my little blood sucker. We’re a package deal after all.”

Rubbing the heavy swell of his belly, Touya smiles at the avian man. Laughing heartily when Keigo rushes to say, “DONE! I love hatchlings, ours will be so cute.”

Berating himself mentally head going completely red in embarrassment, smoke coming from his ears almost. Touya laughs

‘Huh, thank you little leech. You making me hungry brought us to Keigo.’

🍁 fin 🍁

[kae-karo]

Genshin asks, 3, 5, 8, and 25? (Can be your favorite team, if your current team is something like a friendship team!)

hello hi hello dear!! oooo excellent choices 👏👏

send me genshin asks from this list!

3. top 5 favorite ships (platonic or romantic)?

1. kaeluc/luckae - look is this even news lmaoooo really though i mean this is the ship that got me into genshin, this is the ship that i've written above and beyond more fics than any other ship in genshin lmao. i love them deeply, and i always look forward to any interactions between them. mayhaps a reconciliation some day, i can dream

2. zhongchi/tartali - strangely enough i haven't written as much of this as i thought? but it is SUCH an interesting dynamic, i really love the idea of this fresh 20-something murder-happy guy falling in with a millenia-old literal god and just. like. they're in love. like. it's such an endearing ship to me? with potential for everything from soft fluff to hardcore smut, nobody is doing it like zhongchi tbh

3. chiluc - okay okay hear me out i didn't mean for this to happen but,,,,this is dabihawks. this is just. it's dabihawks. my adoration for enemies to lovers is coming to light and this is unironically now my second-most-written ship behind kaeluc. i just want them to meet in game ngl i would LOVE to see what happens but tbh if it's not the word art 'i will pound you into the floor fatui scum' childe-heart-eyes interaction then i don't want it lmao

4. chaeya and/or zhongluc - it's really a toss up depending on my mood cause sometimes i want to think abt the mischievous chaos bois with dark abyss-related pasts and sometimes i wanna think abt the soft refined gentlemen with blood on their hands and i think that's very valid of me

5. chennett - i have recently fallen into this hole i didn't really mean to be here but here i am i mean what more incredible and disastrous combo could u come up with than 'actively enjoys throwing himself into danger' and 'unintentionally generates danger everywhere he goes'. i simply think Them ur honor

5. unpopular opinions?

um. many? maybe? slkdjfklsdf i really don't know what's considered unpopular these days. i like kaeluc? i think that the cn translation is what the cn folks say it is, but i will continue to use whatever dynamic i want in fics bc that's kinda the point of fics lmao

also generally i don't care that much about like. making my characters the most incredibly badass perfectly built whatever they're supposed to be? like. i think it's hilarious that my yanfei has 1:1 crit ratio. i think dps barb would unironically be awesome. i like my characters to be fun to play but i'm not upset if they're not like,,,the most incredible dps to ever be a dps or anything. i love that my kaeya does 15k on his skill but i'm not obsessed with making it Better? (although kaeya artifact farming is my 'downtime resin' activity slfkjdjkldsf) but like. idk. i just think it's fun to make characters do all sorts of things instead of just building them as the best thing for whatever they were Actually Created For. is that unpopular idk lmao

8. what bit of lore is most interesting to you?

ahahahhaa ohhhh my god where to even START aewin pls understand i have a whOLE DOC FILLED WITH GENSHIN LORE INFO it's really just a raw dump and a lot of speculating at the moment but i really love istaroth/kairos as an entity in the game? i think she could enable a LOT of really cool theories, like the idea that perhaps kaeya was transported in time instead of just somehow being 500yrs old similar to dain (while having grown up with the ragnvindr family, so he clearly ages as far as we're told), etc etc. it could also enable my surepio = baizhu brainrot, although i'm also partial to the idea that baizhu either is or is a host for the current dendro archon (aka if changsheng is the dendro archon) ANYWAY i have so much lore in my brain at all times but istaroth is probably the current piece that i find most intriguing

25. current team?

i'll give u multiple lmao my exploration team is also my go-to damage dealing team (like if i'm encountering smth new, new domain, etc) - benny, kazoo, kaeya, and childe (zhongli and kazoo swap if i really need a durable shield)

right now my team that i built out as an evaluation team and am mostly using in open world is diona, yunjin, yanfei, and ayato! they're kind of a friendship team atm as well, since i don't think anyone is maxed, but i'm testing them out at the moment!

send me genshin asks from this list!

[munchcorner]

Right Choice (DabiHawks/TouKei)

Keigo wanted a family. Touya didn't want one. It was non-negotiable. So, he decided to break it off. He didn't want to be in the way of Keigo's dreams. He saw how happy Keigo is while talking about how he wanted to adopt two kids, one girl, and one boy. He saw how his eyes lit up as he talks about how they'd raise them. But what made Touya decided to break it off was the way Keigo's eyes looked when he said, "I've always dreamed of my own family, and I'm glad I get to build one with you,"

Touya already knew that he doesn't want a family. He isn't suited for one, not when he himself is going through so much. He still has so many things he has to sort out, and having a family won't fix it.

"Touya, you can't be serious," Keigo says while looking straight into Touya's eyes. The latter avoids his gaze and stares at the ground.

"It's something we should've talked about before moving in together. You want a family, I don't, and it's non-negotiable. So, this is the right choice," Touya says and takes a deep breath before meeting Keigo's glassy eyes.

He doesn't want this.

Touya wants to take back everything he said but couldn't because this is the right choice.

"It's better for us to break up rather than trying to push it. Keigo, I live my life every day knowing that I destroyed your dream. I know how much you want a family, and that's something I could never give you," Touya starts. He can see the tears falling from Keigo's eyes, so he averts his gaze and takes a deep breath.

He can't cry. He can't cry. He can't cry.

Touya takes another deep breath and takes a sip of his iced tea to calm himself, "and I can't live my life taking care of children I can't love. If we continue this, one of us would have to give up what they want, and I don't want that. What if we become toxic because of that?"

Keigo wipes his tears and with a shaky voice, he says, "we'll find a way to work it out,"

"No, Keigo. Stop letting your feelings get the better of you. You have to think about this objectively. We want two opposite things, and there's no way we can both have what we want," Touya says and presses his lips together, "it's the right choice,"

Keigo shakes his head, "no, let's go home and take a rest, then discuss this again. You can't just give up on us that easily,"

Touya looks at Keigo, "I'm sorry," he apologizes before leaving Keigo alone.

It's been years since Keigo and Touya had seen each other. Ever since that day, Touya never showed himself in front of Keigo. He never went to their apartment to take his things because he was too scared that he'd change his mind once he enters the home he shared with Keigo.

Touya's life revolved around working, therapy, and going home to sleep. He didn't have the energy to cook for himself or to hop in a tub to enjoy a warm soak because who would have the energy for all those when it just reminds him of Keigo.

He misses his boisterous laughter, his old ass jokes, his warmth, his I love yous, his cooking, he missed everything about Keigo, and even if the small studio he's living in doesn't have anything to do with Keigo. It still reminds him of him.

Keigo was the first person who made him understood what home meant, and now he's stripped himself of all of those.

Touya groans as he wakes up and rushes to a coffee shop. He didn't have time to make breakfast because he woke up late. So, he opted for a coffee shop.

He was rushing out when he accidentally bumped into someone. His coffee was spilled on the man's shirt, and he internally groans.

Great, now I already lost my coffee, and I'm running late. He thinks.

"I'm sorry," Touya apologizes as he wipes the person's clothes, "I can bring it to the laundry-" but he doesn't get to finish what he's saying when the person grabbed his wrist.

"It's okay, Touya. You don't have to," Keigo says, making Touya raise his head. The moment their eyes met, Touya can feel his eyes watering.

I miss you. He wanted to say, but he didn't have to. He was the one who walked away when Keigo asked for them to fix it. He gave up, so what right did he have?

"Papa," Touya hears. He turns to where the voice came from and saw a young girl with blonde hair.

Touya's heart clenches.

Stupid, that's what you wanted. Touya scolds himself.

"Oh, do you have time?" Keigo asks.

Touya blinks and immediately shakes his head. He didn't want to stay and listen to how happy Keigo is. He knows he was the one who broke up with Keigo, but he never thought about how painful it'll be if they bumped into each other.

Japan is too small for them both.

"I have work. I have to go," Touya says and tries to walk away but stops when he hears Keigo's voice.

"She's not my daughter. I'm just a foster parent," Keigo says and turns to meet those glassy azure eyes.

"I don't need to-"

"But you want to know," Keigo says, making Touya freeze.

Is he that easy to read?

"Touya, I know you want to leave, but can we please talk?" Keigo pleads.

"Papa, is there something wrong?" The child asks while looking up at Keigo with concern, "you look like you're about to cry,"

Touya watches how Keigo lifts the girl in his arms to comfort her. It made Touya smile but made his heart clench at the same time.

Keigo truly is suited to be a father.

Touya bites his bottom lip as he contemplates.

"Can we meet here later? I really have to go to work," Touya says before he could even think.

"Alright, I can pick you-"

"No, let's just meet here at five," Touya says and leaves. He can feel his face heating up as he leaves.

Touya arrives at the coffee shop an hour late and finds Keigo sitting in a corner with two cups of coffee in front of him.

"I'm sorry. They suddenly gave me additional work," Touya apologizes and sits down.

"It's fine. Anyway, we can order another one. That one's cold," Keigo says.

Touya shakes his head and takes a sip, "I need something I can drink quickly anyway,"

Keigo nods before silence ensues. Touya can feel his heart raising as he waits for Keigo to speak.

"I missed you," Keigo starts, "a lot,"

Touya didn't know how to respond. He wanted to say he missed Keigo too, but he was too scared to do so.

"Ever since you left, I've been thinking," Keigo says and takes a deep breath. Touya can see how his eyes became glassy, so he averts his gaze and stares at the coffee in front of him.

"You were right. We needed to break up. It was the right choice at the time. But now that we've spent time apart, my dream changed," Keigo says and slides his hand towards Touya, "you're my dream, Touya, and I'm willing to give up everything for you,"

Touya immediately raises his head and shakes it, "Keigo, that's not what I want to hear,"

"I know, but I found a way for us to be together again without sacrificing our dreams," Keigo says.

Touya presses his lips together and doesn't respond.

"But I won't say it. I won't force it if you've moved on," Keigo says, "years have passed, and I don't know if you still have lingering feelings for me. But if you do, are you willing to try with me?"

Touya stares at Keigo and takes in a sharp inhale, "it depends,"

"Touya,"

"I still love you, Keigo. But I won't say yes to your offer if I don't like it," Touya says.

Keigo nods, "okay, fair,"

"So, what is it?"

"Fostering," Keigo says. Touya saw the way Keigo's eyes wavered, and he could tell he was anxious, "we can temporarily take care of a child,"

Touya thinks about it. He asks Keigo for more details before he finally agrees. It shouldn't be that bad. So, they went for it. They didn't live together immediately, they had to go back to zero, and once they got used to their setup, Touya moved back into their home.

"You never moved anything," Touya comments when he finds everything he left.

"Yeah, I didn't have the heart to store them away or throw them. Life felt dull without them," Keigo says and sits on the couch.

Touya nods and stares at Keigo, "so, when do you want to foster another child?"

"When you're ready," Keigo says and smiles before walking into the kitchen, "do you want anything?"

Touya smiles and walks into the kitchen as well, "I'm home," he whispers after wrapping his arms around Keigo's waist.

"Welcome home, Touya," Keigo whispers and kisses Touya's forehead before they prepare for their new life together.

--*--

I also have this posted on Twitter.

[autumn-foxfire]

You always say sorry for rambling, but I ramble a lot and I like reading your thoughts anyway, I feel like I can have a conversation xD oh, thought rambling has the connotation of talking nonsense... Anyway, I don't mind. Hmm, a reason why I don't think that Hawks = Icarus parallel makes sense is because it would probably require another point of view to be done properly, and Hawks is still a side character. Heck, even if he stops being a side character, the story has been a consistent hero students/heroes and villains (mostly LOV) pov, and I've seen people talking about him falling into being a vigilante which I think would cost too much time, others' perspective and would deviate a little from the story? It could happen, obviously, but Horikoshi isn't that unpredictable... The Dabi reveal was obvious, BJ being alive was rational, and Mirio was foreshadowed... or maybe these things make a lot of sense to me and, therefore, expected lmao. If it's as a villain it would make sense, but he's too nice. Ah, I do see Hawks as an Icarus-lite as someone said before XD but for now, I think he would be linked mainly to the Todoroki's, Tokoyami, and if we're lucky, pro heroes are included. Maybe this next arc only focus on recovery while everything is on chaos...

I'm tired of characters with wings = Icarus 😂 like... what if there isn't a parallel-- but with Horikoshi using Greek mythology, I get it. There's also this popular meta of Hawks being Icarus. I think Dabihawks fics with Icarus comparison also exploded at the same time :p I'll investigate more about those things, read the full story if it's possible ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ I agree with how little I've seen about Phoenix, but you can never be too sure.

First things first, I’m with you on “wings =Icarus” comparisons because they’re just so tired and cliche. I can understand that it’s the obvious conclusion but at this point, I wish for more or for their to be a twist in these comparisons (which is why I love the Dabi = Icarus comparison much better because between him and Hawks, he’s the unexpected choice for Icarus and yet it works so well!).

I haven’t read that meta personally (I’ve found the creator has been heavily biased in their interpretations of the characters in past meta and do not personally enjoy their interpretations) but I’ll give it a read in the future just to hear what they say. I know they made the comparison between Icarus and freedom and I’ve expressed in posts in the past why I don’t particularly agree that it fits Hawks (best not to get too repetitive here XD). I think it’s more of a case with me having to agree to disagree.

I also agree with you that I don’t think Hawks will become a vigilante. If he had been swayed by the villains somewhat then I could see that route being a bigger possibility for him but since Dabi has revealed his past to the public, I think Hori’s going to keep him on as a hero and have him face the hardships of the publics judgement. I think it would make much more sense in the story to have Hawks overcome these hardships and come out an even greater hero at the end then have him fall into misery and/or defect (and become a criminal). BNHA has always been about perseverance and I think it would have much better impact to have Hawks achieve his childhood hopes and dreams rather then allowing him to become a martyr for circumstances out of his control.

Maybe I’m being too optimistic here but BNHA isn’t a doom and gloom manga so I don’t really believe in the more pesimistic futures many in the fandom hold for Hawks.

[ghostie-writes-kink]

I’d Love You Anywhere

DabiHawks

KinkTober Day 2: Acrophilia

AO3 or Under the Read More

“What’s this about, pretty bird?” Dabi asks, kicking away a stray branch.

It probably wasn’t the best idea to follow the hero so deep into the forest with no back up, but that seems to be something they do as of late. Trust each other. It’s a lot easier than Dabi thought it would be. It sets him on edge, yet exhilarates him at the same time.

It makes him want to burn the bird alive.

“You remember what we talked about yesterday?” Keigo asks, keeping his voice forcibly light.

As if they hadn’t spent all of yesterday crying on Keigo’s cold apartment floor, grieving old wounds that never got the chance to heal.

Dabi tilts his head, and with a sick grin he says, “Here to take me out of my misery, birdie?”

He says it to keep Keigo on his level of uncomfortability, and they both know it. Vulnerability is something Dabi isn’t comfortable with, probably never will be after the life he’s lived. That just makes it mean more to the hero when he tries, but that doesn’t mean he’ll do it nicely.

“Something like that,” Keigo says, to Dabi’s surprise.

Usually when Dabi brings it up, the idea of one of them harming the other, Hawks becomes cold. He doesn’t like speaking in metaphors and what ifs. He never plays along with Dabi’s sick sense of humor, not when it comes to the two of them. It might be endearing, if Dabi wasn’t so fucked emotionally.

He narrows his eyes and Keigo blinks innocently.

“What stupid idea do you have now?” he asks.

Keigo gives him that look . The one where what he has to say is going to hurt, but it’s going to be for Dabi’s own good. He hates that look.

Keigo steps forward and takes Dabi’s face in his hands, and he hates the way him gently running his thumbs under Dabi’s left eye makes his nerves settle even more than he hates the look.

“You told me that you hate feeling like someone is ashamed of you, after your father kept you from public eye and pretends like you don’t exist at all,” Keigo says, and Dabi tries not to wince as his vulnerable moment is shoved back in his face, “and I think I’ve come up with something that will curb that fear in you, when it comes to me. To us.”

“I’m not afraid of anything,” Dabi sneers, but the effect his mean look could’ve had is immediately lost when he melts as Keigo pulls him forward to kiss his brow.

“Of course not,” Keigo chirps, “because they’re nothing to be afraid of, and I’m going to prove it to you.”

Dabi raises an eyebrow in suspicion. “And how, pray tell, do you plan to do that?”

Keigo grins, and leans forward to press his lips to Dabi’s ear. He forces himself to stay still as Keigo’s hands stop their soothing motion, and cup his face with new intentions.

“I’m going to show you off,” he purrs, using his grip on Dabi’s jaw to keep him in place when he nearly yanks back.

“Oh?” Dabi asks, pissed that the idea makes him breathless.

Pissed that he’s excited for whatever it is his bird brain came up with. Pissed that he’s thrilled that Keigo believes him worthy of being shown off.

“Obviously I can’t do it somewhere busy, like the city,” Keigo says, and Dabi tries not to let his heart sink, because it’s stupid. Keigo doesn’t need to say why he can’t, but he does anyways, because he sees the look on Dabi’s face. “For what both of us have planned, it would never work. You’d lose your connections to the heroes, and I’d lose well. My entire life, basically, but I can do it here. Take you to the clouds and fuck you for mother nature herself to see. Would you like that, baby?”

Dabi tries to turn his head to glare at him, because yes obviously he’d like that, but all he achieves is Hawks’ fingers digging deeper into his skin. He opts to whimper instead, because he knows it drives the hero wild.

“Hold on tight,” is the only warning Dabi gets.

Keigo lifts him off of the ground and barely spares a moment to let Dabi get comfortable in his arms before bending his knees and sending them into the air. Dabi’s stomach lurches and he clings onto the hero for all he’s worth.

“A warning would’ve been nice!” he hisses in the bird’s ear.

Keigo just laughs and flaps his wings to take them higher. Dabi squeezes his eyes shut and buries his face in the hero’s neck until he stops hearing the wind rush by. Keigo’s wings find a steady rhythm to keep them mostly in place once he’s satisfied with the height. Dabi keeps his eyes steadily trained just past Keigo’s shoulder, making sure not to look down.

“I’ll catch you if you fall, but if you want this to happen, I need you to be a good boy for me and hold on while I get our pants down, okay?” Keigo says.

Dabi’s fingers curl into the back of Keigo’s shirt at the prospect of being a good boy. Telling Keigo he’s weak in the knees for praise, something that seems so far out of reach for someone that lives the way he does, was the most nerve wracking yet rewarding thing he’s ever done.

Everything nerve wracking Keigo somehow makes worth it, so he holds on tight and lets Keigo undress them the minimum amount for Keigo to make good on his promise.

He can’t imagine how they’d look to onlookers, with Dabi holding onto  Keigo so tightly his knuckles are white, waiting patiently for the praises he so craves as Keigo preps him. He thinks he might get it when Keigo brings his lips to his ear, but it’s just a soft apology for the weird warmth of the lube that had been crammed into one of Keigo’s many pockets.

He digs his fingers in deeper as a reminder, but Keigo still doesn’t say anything close to what Dabi wants from him. It takes a minute of the most awkward shuffling around of limbs Dabi has ever experienced to find a position that works. Ultimately, Dabi ends up with his arms around Keigo’s neck and his legs up around Keigo’s waist for him to line it up right.

“You’re going to have to do most of the work,” Keigo says, kissing Dabi’s neck as an apology.

Dabi accidentally looked down while they were moving around, and it takes a dizzying moment for him to realize what Keigo means. Dabi uses his legs to pull Keigo in, and whimpers at the feeling. The world spins around him as Keigo uses Dabi’s hips to push himself in completely, and Dabi’s body takes it all. Keigo waits until Dabi taps his shoulder twice, his signal to go, before quickly settling into their usual rhythm.

Dabi’s eyes snap open as the realization hits him. They’ve done this enough that they’ve found a rhythm that they like, Keigo cares enough to carry him to the clouds on tired wings just to stamp down some insecurity his father left deep within him.

They weren’t supposed to be like this . It was supposed to be a one time thing, something stupid they’d done when they’d both nearly died in a mission Shigaraki was too impatient to prepare for.

Toga and Twice had nearly died along with them and Dabi had so many emotions running through him he thought might explode. His options at the time were yelling at Shigaraki or riding Keigo’s dick like his life depended on it, and somehow they got here .

They’re miles off of the ground because Dabi can’t stand being someone’s dirty little secret, even if it is optimal for both of their survivals. Keigo listened to him, really heard his words, and found a solution that worked without really giving them away.

Something in Dabi cracks, and he finds himself sniffling against Keigo’s neck, receiving the best dick of his life. The hero doesn’t even say anything, just holds a little tighter, groans a little louder. He mouths at the spot behind Dabi’s ear that sends a spike of heat through his gut, and Dabi moans. “That’s it, good boy,” Keigo finally says, emphasizing it with a particularly rough thrust. Dabi throws his head back with his lips parted, but he can’t muster up any kind of sound to make, too afraid it’d just be a sob. “Cum for me.”

It’s a demand, emphasised by the way Keigo digs his greedy fingers into Dabi’s ass, and his body happily complies. Dabi sinks into the love/hate feeling of being overstimulated as Keigo uses his body to bring himself to completion, and all Dabi can think is he loves me, he loves me, he loves.

Keigo murmurs praises into every inch of Dabi’s skin he can find on their way down to the ground, mostly consisting of the right side of his face, and Dabi feels the safest and most secure he’s ever felt in his life. It’s bitter, to find that sort of comfort and safety he’s supposed to find in family in someone else, but also oh so sweet.

Keigo lands and takes a moment to just hold Dabi, and he’d lie through his teeth if anyone asked, but he takes his time to enjoy it.

When they pull apart, Keigo rests a worried hand on his cheek and says, “Were you crying?”

Dabi forces himself to not jerk back from his hand.

Instead, he smiles slowly and says, “Does this mean I’m technically part of the mile high club now?”

Keigo’s face loses all concern, and he frowns. Dabi knows it’s coming, but does nothing to prevent the feather that traps him against a tree.

“I’ll let you down when you learn how to behave,” Kiego says.

Dabi laughs, but he doesn’t burn away the feathers. Keigo claimed not to be able to feel them, but that’s a bold faced lie. He’s seen the way he winces when the commission breaks spare ones in half, and Dabi won’t do that to him.

Because that’s what they do now. They trust each other to not hurt each other, unless it’s to heal old wounds.

Dabi sighs and leans his head back against the wood. He doesn’t know what or how, but Keigo reached something deep inside him, and let it finally scabbed over.

[keatsblue]

Snippet from ch. 9 of Foresight is Better Than Hindsight, But Insight is Better Than Either One -- my attempt at writing Dabihawks. Get ready to board the fluff train this chapter!!

***

Hawks tackled his mint chocolate shake like he did most things—with gusto and single-minded focus. All while pointedly ignoring Rumi’s judgmental gaze, because fuck you, Carrots, he deserved this.

The warm sunlight hitting his back outside of Rumi’s third favorite café (the first was remodeling after suffering recent damage in a villain attack, the second was clear on the opposite side of town) did little to settle his nerves. He felt like he’d been walking on eggshells in his own home for approximately forever now, and he couldn’t say he appreciated the feeling.

Nevertheless, the cool taste of ice cream hitting the back of his tongue was like a balm to the soul. Dabi had been living in his apartment for over a week, and he still refused to speak to Hawks. Literally, he would walk through the door from hero work, usually bruised to all hell, and his resident edgelord would wordlessly slink back into Hawks’ bedroom from wherever he’d been spending his time during the day. Then he would fucking lock the door behind him.

So, Hawks had been sleeping on his couch for the past week. To make things much worse, Shigaraki had been texting him every day to check in on his wayward firecracker via Snapchat. They had developed a weird kind of rapport, and even more mind-boggling, a streak.

He had a 6-day streak with the head of the League of Villains (going strong, if his recent notifications were any indication). No, Hawks was going to enjoy this damn milkshake if it killed him.

“I still don’t understand how your favorite is mint chocolate chip,” Rumi laughed, the bitch.

He pointedly slurped from his straw, enjoying his milkshake louder.

“Those flavors don’t even go together—”

“Carrots,” Hawks said, finally removing himself from the straw and that sweet, sweet sugar. “I’ve been under a lot of stress. I am two villain Snapchats away from losing my shit, so how about you just. Let. Me. Have. This.”

“Speaking of villains,” his friend smirked, laughter still in her eyes even as she raised both arms in surrender. “How’s the new roommate?”

Hawks groaned, looking away so he could take a long drag of his shake before answering. “To be a roommate, I think he’d have to at least acknowledge my existence.”  

His friend quirked a brow, raising her own unhealthy concoction to her lips. A bright strawberry. “Come on. It can’t be that bad.”

“You’re right, he could also hate my guts and be the long-lost child of the guy I’ve idolized since I was a kid who I’ve just found out beat his family—oh, wait.”

Rumi was frowning truly, now. “Hawks—”

“Oh, and I had sex with him,” Hawks sighed, putting the shake aside for the moment in favor of dropping his head into his waiting hands. “Fuck. I banged Endeavor’s kid—”

“Not so loud, asshole, people can hear you,” Rumi stage-whispered, even as pedestrians bustled by on their way to various weekend activities. No one paid the heroes any mind—sightings of Hawks were commonplace in this area, so much so that no one really blinked or looked over twice when they noticed him there anymore. Rumi knew this, which meant she just wanted him to stop talking.

Hawks rolled his eyes, but obediently kept his trap shut.

His friend’s ears flicked backwards once before they were once again trained on the other hero. She shot him a look he couldn’t quite decipher, and when she spoke, she kept her voice low. “Do we know that? He’s the No. 1’s kid?”

The idea of Endeavor, the truth behind the hero with the fiery determination Hawks had once admired so much, still made him sick to his stomach. What must that man have done to Touya, to his own son, to create someone like Dabi? It kept him up at night, thinking about it. Trying not to think about it.

Just like he definitely avoided thinking about the feel of rough scars under his nails, a warm body next to him in his bed. Glittering eyes in the dark.

Hawks swallowed around a suddenly dry throat. He’d need more mint chocolate for this. “You saw the picture same as me, Carrots. Same eyes, same age range? Fire quirk, plus an obsession with taking down Endeavor?”

“I know, I know,” she waved a hand dismissively. “What are the odds? But we’ll have to do better than that, bird. We need to know for sure.”

Hearing this, Hawks perked up considerably. He hadn’t thought she’d be on board so quickly, but then, perhaps he shouldn’t have been surprised. “So, you’ll help?”

Rumi rolled her eyes. “I’m not about to let an abusive shitbag get away with it, if that’s what you’re askin’. But of course you have a plan, don’t you, you crazy fucker.”

He did have a plan. He just hoped it wouldn’t get the both of them killed.

The hero went to take another fortifying sip of his shake, only to be met with the woeful sound of the last dregs of mint chocolate screeching up the straw. Maybe it was time he ordered another.

They’d need a lot more sugar than this. Real food, too, probably.

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[that-queer-nerd]

Won’t Say I’m In Love (Dabihawks song fic)

 If there’s a prize for rotten judgement  I guess I’ve already won that  No man is worth the aggravation  That’s ancient History  Been there done that

Dabi was not in love with Keigo, and he never would be.

Love was a complicated thing when it come to the male, his first relationship ended harshly when he had caught his lover curled up next to another upon getting back to their apartment early one day. The excuse was the same as any, Shigaraki had gotten bored of him and needed someone else.

Of course, Touya was not the best of people on his own, in fact he used to be a known arsonist; His sister helped take care of that by putting the fear of God into him after catching him.

Yet, when he met the blonde-haired kid who would never leave him alone, he somehow felt safe? Intrigued?

That did not matter though, because to Touya, all men were the same. They will enjoy you for a few months before tossing you aside

Who d'you think you're kidding

He's the earth and heaven to you

Try to keep it hidden, Honey we can see right through you Girl you can't conceal it We know how you're feeling Who you thinking of

It was only the day after they met that Fuyumi had noticed a change in her brother, the others soon followed.

He seemed more relaxed now, less angry at the world. He had even started having dinners with them more, of course making her ecstatic.

It wasn’t long when she finally figured out why, brought on by Keigo dropping in for some tutoring, and seeing the way they looked at each other like the other hung the moon.

That night, after the family at their food, Fuyumi stopped Touya from going to his room, smiling as she spoke.

“You don’t need to be afraid to let him in”

No chance no way I won't say it, no no (You swoon you sigh why deny it oh oh) It's too cliché I won't say I'm in love I thought my heart had learned its lesson It feels so good when you start out My head is screaming "Get a grip girl Unless you're dying to cry your heart out

Hawks had kissed him the first time after three months of being friends.

They were in Touya’s room, discussing something that had happened in their English class when suddenly Keigo has captured the boy’s lips with his own.

It had shocked him. Having someone kissing him after all this time, but something in him had told him to relax, that Keigo was different. He would not hurt him.

Touya stared, blushing a deep crimson as Hawks pulled away.

The blonde chuckled and scratched the back of his neck, his tongue swiping over his top lip. “I’m sorry dude, I should have asked first”

Touya screamed at himself internally, begging himself to say it was okay. But his insecurities won and he said something else.

“Please don’t hurt me”

Girl you can't deny it Who you are is how you're feeling Baby we're not buying Hon we saw you hit the ceiling Face it like a grown-up When you gonna own up that you got got got it bad

It was a month later, Keigo lay next to Touya, curled into his side with his head on his chest.

“What are you afraid of most?”

Touya thought for a minute, pulling his bottom lip into his teeth before finally speaking up again. Glancing to the male by his side.

“I am terrified of being hurt, letting my emotions hurt me and stuff”

The blonde sat up, facing the now black-haired teen with a frown, his eyebrows scrunched together.

“You know I won’t hurt you right?”

Dabi sighed, shaking his head a bit. Thoughts raced through his mind, a mix of wanting to belive his partner and wanting to call him a fucking liar. He struggled a bit. Feeling the familiar lump in his throat and stinging in his eyes.

“I want to, I really, really want to believe you won’t” His voice was choked softly as he struggled to hold back his emotions.

Keigo pulled him into a warm embrace, his hand gently sliding up and down the small of Touya’s back as he tried to calm him down and let him cry it out.

No chance no way I won't say it, no no (Give up, give in, check the grin you're in love) This scene won't play I won't say I'm in love (We'll do it until you admit you're in love) You're way off base I won't say it Get off my case I won't say it (Girl don't be proud it's okay you're in love) At least out loud I won't say I'm in love

They had been dating for six months now.

Dabi’s head was in Keigo’s lap as they watched re-runs of Pokemon and talked about life.

Keigo’s fingers softly massaged at Touya’s head, earning a sigh of approval from the thin man. A smile crossed his lips as he leaned down, kissing his forehead and whispering “I love you.”

Touya pretended not to hear him, but a smile crossed his lips as he thought to himself.

I love you too, pretty bird

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Title: By All Means For @ohmytheon ‘s birthday!! HAPPY BIRTHDAY GIRL Pairing:  DabiHawks Rating: E (NSFW) Word Count: 3,572 Read on Ao3 Summary:  

Hawks has a heat unexpectedly and he goes to the one alpha he thinks can handle it.

Thank you to @amaisenshi for reading this over.

Hawks wasn't ashamed of being an omega. He wasn't exactly public about it, but then again, he wasn't exactly public about most things. No one even knew his real name, so why would they know his classification.

He was smart about it.

Mostly.

Normally he took suppressants, masking his scent from the world. He had grown up that way; after presenting, the Hero Commission had immediately given him the pills, not wanting their personal project to be seen as an omega. They worked hard to keep it a secret, and he didn't mind. He preferred it that way, since it wasn't anyone's business.

Despite hiding it, Hawks really did like being an omega. Occasionally, he would indulge himself in the pleasures of his heat. It wasn't healthy to stay on pills all the time so he would slip away from the world and find some willing, un-mated alphas who kept his secret. There were plenty of secretive places for omegas to find partners.

Hawks loved going through his heat. It was nice to give up control for a night or two and give in to the pleasure his body was desperate for. The rush of slick rolling down his ass, the way his hands trembled and cock hardened, leaking at the tip; all of it was so damn addicting. Plus, alphas loved him, taking what he needed from them, desperate and willing. Though Hawks never let any of them knot him. He wasn't looking for a mate, not anytime soon.

Currently, he wasn't using his normal care when it came to his cycle. Being with the Paranormal Liberation Front had thrown him off in so many ways, his mind pulled in so many directions, something was bound to slip through the cracks.

Which was why Hawks was frantically digging through his stuff to find the small bottle of pills he needed. Having heats on his own terms was great; having a heat in the villain's hideout sounded like something out of a damn horror film.

"You're not this dumb," he mumbled to himself, rummage through the small backpack he had placed in the locker. Nothing. "Shit."

He picked up the bag again, searching the pockets one more time. "Fuck… fuck." They really weren’t here.

Maybe he was just a little dumb. He ran his fingers through his hair, considering his options. Plopping down on the bench, his wings fluttered. His heat was going to come whether he wanted it to or not. Already he could feel his body building up to it, his heartbeat quickened, and his skin felt hot and sticky.

His shoulders slouched down. No use in freaking out about it now. The best option was to find an alpha, which the PLF was full of. It wasn't that simple though. He didn't want his secret to get out, and the last thing he needed was the PLF judging him and finding him weak. Especially when they were finally starting to trust and respect him. He didn’t look at himself as weak but that didn’t mean other wouldn’t. He swallowed, immediately making his way down the list, recalling the scents he had taken in while being here. Twice was an alpha but that would be far too chaotic, interesting, but chaotic. Compress was an alpha but he was older, his cycles had obviously slowed. Shigaraki would hold it over his head for ages...

So really it only left one option...

Dabi.

Of course, he was the person Hawks was arguably the closest to, though he knew next to nothing about the guy. But he also knew Dabi was quiet and a little lazy. Presumably, Hawks could take what he needed and they could both move on.

A shiver rolled down his spine at the thought, maybe his heat was far closer than he realized.

He pushed himself off of the bench, stretching his wings out as he felt the slick rolling down his ass.

Oh. His heat was definitely here and he needed to get to Dabi's room immediately.

He slammed his locker shut, his knees trembling as he made his way out of the room and headed down the hall toward Dabi's room. Hawks wrapped his wings around his body, praying he could block his scent enough while he briskly walked to Dabi's room.

He would have to set ground rules. Or just bend over and let Dabi have him. Hawks slowed his gait pausing to calm himself down. No. He wasn't to the point where he was that needy.

Oh but it would feel so good.

Maybe he should've chosen Twice.

He clicked his tongue and shook his head, taking a few deep breaths. Hawks immediately paused in front of Dabi's door.

The smell permeated through the wood. Dabi's scent was so odd, musky, masked by the smell of burning flesh. It was something Hawks had noticed, but never thought to ask. The toll of Dabi's quirk on his body was apparent, but Hawks didn't have it in him to care at the moment.

He needed one thing and one thing only.

Hawks curled his fingers into a fist, tapping on the door. From inside, he could hear a long groan as though he had awoken a beast. The sound vibrated in his chest, only making the heat burning in his stomach churn. He pressed his teeth into his lip, panting a few times before the door swung open, Dabi looking disgruntled.

"Oi.. what the hell-" He stopped and Hawks knew Dabi could smell him. By now, there was no way his scent wasn't going wild.

And Dabi... had never smelled better. Despite knowing his flesh often had a very distinct smell, Hawks' heat had erased whatever he had smelled like before, leaving behind only the scent of a strong alpha. It took all of Hawks' strength to stop himself from rushing forward and pressing his nose to Dabi’s neck, taking in the scent.

He took a deep breath, trying to steady himself on his feet, the sensation rushing to his head. The scent made him a little dizzy and he placed a hand on the door frame, gripping it hard.

"So, bird boy is an omega," Dabi said, leaning against the door frame, folding his arms over his chest. His eyes scanned up and down Hawks' body. "You've been hiding that all this time?"

"Look," Hawks swallowed. "I could take the time to explain all that but really I just need..." He trailed off, glancing over Dabi's body.

Dabi let out a soft laugh. Never a good sign. Dabi didn't laugh at funny things; he laughed at odd things, or things that amused him. "You need me to fuck you."

Blunt, but accurate.

Hawks' mouth went dry. "I..."

A smirk pulled across Dabi's lips and he tucked his hands into his pockets, leaning forward. "You need my alpha cock, don't you?" His voice was husky, whispered, and the hot breath tickled Hawks' ear. Fuck. That was exactly what he needed.

A gasp slipped from his lips, slick gently rolling down his ass. It was all a lost cause now. He needed Dabi and he needed him now.

He pushed at Dabi's chest, shoving him back into his room. The two stepped inside, Hawks shutting the door behind him. Hawks grabbed the collar of his shirt and slammed their lips together, kissing him hard. Dabi placed his hands on Hawks' hips, gripping his side. His lips were a little dry, the lower lip of his burned flesh pulled taut.

"Don't..." Hawks began to speak between the kisses. "tell anyone and," he paused for another kiss, gripping Dabi's shoulders. "Don't knot me."

"Like I would ever want to knot your ass," he snorted. "But I am happy to watch you squirm around on my dick."

"Shut it," Hawks growled, shoving Dabi back against the wall.

He pressed their lips together again, shoving his tongue in Dabi's mouth. Dabi was a lazy kisser, moving his mouth slowly, his tongue wrapping around Hawks' as though he were tired. But Hawks was feral, desperate to move faster, and he nipped at Dabi's lip.

Hawks pulled back, leaning down to press his nose against the scent glands on Dabi's neck. They were a bit swollen, most likely affected by Hawks’ strong scent. A heat could do that to an alpha and though Dabi was acting cool, there was no way Hawks' heat wasn't affecting him. He nuzzled his nose against the scent, taking it in. He wanted to bite down on the gland and mark him, the desire strong. Normally he let the alpha fuck him and move on but his teeth tingled, desperate to sink in to Dabi's skin. Already, his cock throbbed in his pants, hard and needy.

He needed to go faster.

Tossing his gloves to the side, Hawks pushed off his jacket, letting it drop to the floor. His skin-tight black shirt was open on top and a zipper trailed down the back, which made it easier to take on and off with his wings.

"Damn," Dabi snorted. "You really are eager." His hand came around behind Hawks' back, his fingers gently tracing down his skin. He stroked over the place where his wing met his shoulder and Hawks shuddered, falling toward him, his wings fluttering behind him. "Heh," Dabi smirked. "I had a feeling that would be sensitive." His hips canted against Dabi's desperate to find friction, and chase his release.

"I'm in heat. Everything is sensitive," Hawks said bluntly. He was growing impatient, especially when Dabi's fingers slowly trailed down his back, the tips rolling over each vertebrae. He stopped at his lower back, playing with the zipper on his shirt.

"Everything?" Dabi asked. He yanked the zipper down and pulled the shirt off of Hawks, revealing his bare chest. He brought his fingers up to Hawks' nipples, squeezing them between his thumb and his pointer finger, rolling them between his digits. "These especially so."

Hawks could tell Dabi was enjoying this, maybe he was enjoying it a little too much.

"N-Ngh," Hawks moaned, his chest thrusting forward and his wings spread. His hips twitched, brushing against Dabi's. He could feel a bulge in Dabi's pants and it made his mouth salivate. He wanted him inside of him... anything to satisfy the aching desire in his core. His heat had hit him full force, his scent filling the room. He gripped Dabi's arms, trying to hold himself steady, his legs trembling.

Dabi's thumbs brushed over his sensitive buds and he leaned down, pressing his nose against Hawks' glands, pulling his scent in. "I didn't expect you to be such a needy little bird."

Hawks' chest heaved, rising and falling as Dabi touched his chest. He pulled on the small buds and let his thumbs roll over the sensitive area. "Ah... W-What did you expect from an omega in heat? Haven't you ever had one before?" Hawks teased, trying to find his voice.

"Of course I have," Dabi snorted, kissing down Hawks' chest. "I just didn't expect it from you."

Fair enough, Hawks supposed. He didn't act like a stereotypical omega.

Dabi's lips curled around Hawks' nipple and he moaned loudly, wrapping his arms around Dabi's head. His fingers stroked through Dabi's dark locks, keeping him pressed to his chest. He suckled on them, switching between both nipples and Hawks turned toward the ceiling, panting heavily as he gave into the pleasure rolling down his spine. Everything was wet, his ass, his cock leaking in his pants. He was making a mess and they'd barely even started. All Hawks wanted was more.

"Ngh..." Hawks grunted, his legs trembling as Dabi moved down, lower and lower. He peppered lazy kisses over his stomach and stopped at the top of his pants, flicking the button open as he yanked down his pants, letting his cock bounce free. The cool air was heavenly, cooling his sweat coated body. "Finally," Hawks moaned, rolling his head back, his wings twitching.

"What a mess you've made," Dabi smirked, reaching forward to stroke his finger over Hawks' leaking tip. "You're really into this. Kinda slutty. I like it."

Hawks' cheeks flushed, shuddering when Dabi's finger slowly trailed down his length. He wanted those fingers everywhere, all over him.

If Dabi was going to have fun, Hawks was more than willing to play along too. "Isn't that how an omega is supposed to be for their alpha?" he purred, stroking his fingers through Dabi's hair. He was enjoying Dabi's reactions, especially since he had never witnessed him this way. "How slutty of you, Number 2," he chuckled, leaning forward to wrap his lips around Hawks' cock. Hawks hissed, the warm hole around his cock shooting waves of pleasure up his spine. He spurt pre-cum down Dabi's throat immediately, and rolled his hips into his mouth. Slick rolled down the back of his ass, dripping.

Dabi's tongue slurped around his cock, moving his head up and down rapidly. It was the fastest he'd seen the guy move, and he couldn't believe how into it he was. He gripped his ass and swirled his tongue around Hawks' tip, suckling at the fluid coming from the tip. He ran his tongue up and down the length, using his other hand to give Hawks' sac a squeeze, making his wings twitch and stretch.

"Fuck... fuck..." Hawks moaned, gripping Dabi's hair hard. "I-I wanna cum..."

It was then Hawks just about lost it. Dabi turned his gaze upward. His turquoise gaze glistened in the dim lighting of his room. His eyes narrowed and he raised his eyebrows up at him, challenging.

Thrusting quickly, Hawks grunted loudly, spurting his orgasm into Dabi's mouth. He drank it down, not phased for a moment. He grabbed at Hawks' ass, release his cock with a small pop of his lips. Hawks panted, attempting to recover. Cum dropped onto the floor, his cock still painfully hard. His ass throbbed, still wanting to be full. A small whimper left his lips, his ass clenching under Dabi's touch.

"Not good enough I bet," Dabi muttered, reaching lower to brush his finger over Hawks' wet hole. "You want my dick."

"Fuck... please..." Hawks said, breathlessly. His mind was slowly deteriorating, his omega instincts desperate to be filled and claimed.

"Right," Dabi said, pulling back.

Hawks blinked, another small whimper leaving his lips again. He watched Dabi walk to the bed. He tossed his shirt off, revealing his half burned and half pale skin. He slipped his pants down, his own cock hard against his thin stomach. Hawks had to say, Dabi certainly wasn't a bad choice for an alpha. He was lazier, sure, but he was attractive as hell, and damn, could he suck a dick.

Lying down on the bed, Dabi relaxed back and glanced down at his cock, gesturing to it lazily. "By all means, go ahead. Take what you want, Number 2."

Hawks swallowed, the slick practically gushing from his ass. "Gladly," he purred.

He made his way to the bed, his naked body straddling Dabi's. He rubbed his wet cock against Dabi's, thrusting their dicks together. Dabi closed his eyes, resting his head back against the pillow. He gripped at Hawks' hips and rolled his own slowly up, wanting to create friction. "What a tease," he grumbled.

"Isn't that what you've been doing to me?" Hawks asked, leaning down to nip at Dabi's chin, thrusting his cock. "It seems you're just as eager to fuck me."

"I'm not the one with a wet ass," he teased.

Hawks smirked. "But you want this wet ass."

Dabi brought a finger behind him, teasing the hole. It was so slick and wet, he had no problem slipping the first one inside and even the second went in with ease.

"Shit..." Hawks breathed, wiggling back towards the fingers. He loved the feeling of being full, loved how thick Dabi's fingers were inside of him... but as much as he liked the fingers, he knew he was going to love his cock even more.

Dabi thrust the fingers in and out tantalizingly slow. It was almost painful, Hawks' body shaking and trembling from the need. Normally, he did this fast, got what he wanted immediately... but Dabi was taking things so damn slow it made him want to die from the overload of pleasure.

"Hurry," Hawks muttered, thrusting back faster when Dabi added a third finger.

"Impatient," Dabi said, clicking his tongue, pulling his fingers from his ass. Hawks whimpered, still gyrating his hips forward, to brush their cocks together. "Needy bird," Dabi snorted. He lazily moved his hand to the nightstand by his bed, yanking a drawer open. He pulled out a condom and tore the package with his teeth, tossing it to the side.

Hawks gripped his cock, helping him slide it on. He raised himself up on his knees and positioned Dabi's tip to his hole, wiggling down onto his cock. "F...f.... ngh... fuck..." he panted dropping his head back, mouth open wide. His wings stretched back out behind him, feathers fanning out. "Ah... ngh... ah... yes...." he moaned.

The movement was rapid, Hawks thrusting himself down onto Dabi's cock, the slick of his ass squelching with his bouncing. Their skin slapped together and Dabi gripped his hips, thrusting up into him. He groaned, his eyes fluttering shut. He moved his hands to Hawks' ass, gripping his cheeks hard. "Dammit," he grunted. Hawks bounced on Dabi’s cock, his moans punctuating his thrusts as he slammed himself down hard onto Dabi’s thick length over and over.

He leaned forward, thrusting his ass down repeatedly, his cheeks slapping down against Dabi's thighs.

"I didn't expect you to be such a slutty omega. Makes me wanna knot ya'..." Dabi snorted.

Hawks felt his stomach drop, slick gushing over Dabi. He wanted it. He wanted Dabi's knot so damn bad... he wanted to feel his ass swell around the thick cock.

"Do it..." Hawks moaned, leaning forward to nip his chin. He didn't care if it was wrong, if it would mate him to this villain... he was so lost in his damn pleasure.

"Idiot. I'm not mating you."

"Ngh..." he grunted, pushing back up. He pressed his hands to Dabi's stomach, rolling his hips forward. "You don't want your dick to swell?" he asked, rolling his hips slowly. He pressed his teeth into his lips, letting his wings flutter.

"It doesn't matter what face you make..." Dabi moaned, thrusting quicker. "Hah... Hah... Who would've guessed the number 2 hero was such a little cockslut?"

Hawks heard what Dabi said, but all he could think about was getting filled the way his ass always begged to be. "Yeah... give me your cock..." The heat washed over his body, his ass throbbing. His body jolted when Dabi thrust up into him, hitting right at his prostate. His own dick jumped, pre cum dribbling out of the tip.

He panted, slamming his hips down and both of them moaned, unable to speak. Hawks grunted, feeling his sack clench as he neared the release he so desperately wanted. His body craved it and Hawks was needy, the heat in his body spurring him on.

Dabi groaned, squeezing Hawks' hips. He slammed his eyes shut as he thrust up a few more times, his hips twitching.

"H-hah!" Hawks moaned. "D-Dabi..." he panted, feeling the way Dabi's cock began to swell. He pushed himself down spurring him on.

"Shit... S-Shit..." Dabi groaned, pressing his head back as his cock twitched, his orgasm shooting up into the condom.

"F-Fuck..." Hawks moaned, letting his wings stretch out behind him, feathers fluttering as he came again, his cock shooting his cum onto Dabi's chest. His ass clenched, slick rushing onto Dabi's cock and hips. Hawks' entire body twitching, his chest heaving. He let his head droop forward, his hands trembling against Dabi's stomach.

"Heh. Feel better?"

Panting, sweat rolled down Hawks' back and forehead. "For now..." He glanced up, raising his eyebrow. "You enjoyed that too. I felt your dick start to swell," he teased, wiggling around on top of him.

"Quit it. Idiot. Asking me to mate you. Who the fuck are you?"

"Number 2 Hero, at your service," he winked, rolling off of him. Turning on his side, he lay next to him.

"Pfft. What a fuckin' joke," Dabi said. "I serviced you."

"I guess you did," Hawks smiled. "Thanks. It was a bad heat. Sometimes I take pills, but sometimes I just like enjoying it." He yawned, shutting his eyes. He was thankful Dabi didn't give a fuck about most things.

"Are you just gonna sleep here?" Dabi sighed, raising his eye.

"Yup, that way we can go for round two when we wake up and I hit another wave," Hawks said, pressing his nose to Dabi's pillow to take in his scent.

"Whatever," Dabi said, yawning as he shut his eyes.

"I know you enjoyed it," Hawks shrugged, mumbling.

"Whatever you want to tell yourself."

Hawks opened one eye. "Just... don't tell anyone..."

Dabi shrugged. "We'll see. Depends on how good round 2 is." So that was a yes, Hawks supposed.

"Yeah, yeah," Hawks snorted, closing his eyes again. "Nothing will compare."

"Whatever you say, Number 2."

Hawks smirked, letting himself drift off to sleep. For now, he could have fun with Dabi as long as he had to stay undercover with the villains.

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[Dabihawks week day 1 - Touch]

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Dabi slumps against Hawks’ fancy kitchen island. “This fucking sucks,” he moans. He rests his forehead on his folded arms, hiding from view. Light sucks. Loud noises suck even more. But what sucks the most is being hungover the same morning he's supposed to have a meeting with the rest of the League to discuss Hawks’ progress.

Yeah, decision-making has never been his forte. He's never regretted something this much in his life, though. Not because Hawks’ fate rest on his pathetically slumped shoulders… Although he's definitely gonna miss sleeping with him if Shigaraki calls this off, or orders him to kill Hawks. Hawks’ personality might be insufferable, but he’s a good lay. That’s all.

No, no, his current misery is caused by something else. Dabi already loathes being subject to Shigaraki's ugly mug and annoying attitude on an average day, but when he's not sober? He’d rather receive a life sentence.

He’s contemplating whether skipping out on the meeting will result in even more of a pain in his ass later on, when something weird happens. Specifically, the fingers running slowly, almost tenderly, through his hair.

Dabi’s head snaps up as if he’d been slapped. “The fuck do you think you're doing?” he tells Hawks in a biting tone, because honestly, what the fuck?

Hawks freezes like a deer caught in the headlights. He quickly wipes away the expression from his face, though, so fast Dabi almost doesn’t catch it. The hand doesn’t immediately retreat, but instead remains on top of Dabi’s head, like an unspoken challenge. Dabi squints at him.

“Comforting you?” says Hawks, but it sounds more like a question than an answer. Like he’s surprised at the action himself.

“Stop it,” says Dabi conversationally. “You're making it weird.” Acting considerate and stuff, he doesn’t say. Even going as far as offering him an aspirin in sympathy. There's an uncomfortable feeling in Dabi's chest, and his heartbeat is thundering in his ears. Hawks being nice to him is uncharted territory. Even when they sleep together, neither of them is gentle, and it’s comforting to Dabi. It’s not nice, and it helps him keep himself grounded. It helps reminding Dabi of his priorities.

This, though, is just making Dabi’s headache worse. He grabs Hawks’ wrist, forcing it away. It’s a wasted attempt. Hawks smoothly moves his wrist so that he’s holding Dabi’s hand instead.

“Really? I think you’re enjoying it,” Hawks says, smirking, the picture of easy confidence. Dabi hates him, a little bit.

Yeah, it’s annoyance what’s twisting in his guts. Nothing else. He frees his hand with a scowl.

Fuck, his head hurts.

“Am not,” he denies out loud, because Hawks apparently needs reminding. “Fuck off, you and your Hero Weekly winning smile.” Dabi knows the one. It’s lopsided and a bit smug. Different from his usual toothy, dumb-looking grins. It looks dangerous. It’s unfair how fucking hot it makes Hawks look, not that Dabi is ever going to admit as much to him. He’d never hear the end of it.

Hawks’ grin only widens. “You’re blushing.”

“And you’re delusional,” Dabi shoots back, without any actual heat. He slumps on his folded arms. He doesn’t comment when Hawks’ hand runs through his hair again, nor does he make any other move to stop him. It does admittedly feel nice, even though it doesn’t soothe his headache nor makes the prospect of having to meet Shigaraki any more appealing. If Hawks enjoys wasting his time petting Dabi’s hair, so be it.

It won’t buy him any points for the meeting.

Although, Dabi thinks sleepily, Hawks’ equally surprised expression had given him the feeling that there hadn’t been any second motive behind the gesture. It had been genuine. The thought should worry him, Dabi reasons distantly. He should make it clear that he’s not interested in anything past casual hookups and a business partnership. He should stop all this… flirting before it gets too far. Before either of them gets any ideas.

But the hand in his hair starts rubbing his scalp and Dabi’s remaining protests die on the tip of his tongue. Hawks doesn’t say anything anymore, but his hand never stops moving. The touch is feather-like and so, so gentle. It lulls Dabi into a sense of peacefulness, numbing his thoughts and making him feel safe.

It’s nice, Dabi decides; maybe, for just this once, even nice can be grounding, if he closes his eyes and pretends that Hawks will stay by his side for the long run.

He falls asleep before he can realize this is the most vulnerable he’s ever let himself be in front of Hawks, and that for once, he doesn’t mind it. There’s a warmth in his chest he hasn’t felt in a long time; it’s the feeling of being looked after and pampered by someone who cares, and who will stay to guard his sleep from the demons under his bed.

When his breathing evens out, the fingers don’t stop moving. Unseen, Hawks’ smirk turns soft in fondness.