#dabihawks au

[divine-draws]

reference for keigo, touya, and tenko in my redacted au (tldr; they all got trained by the commission and are working to take down said commission and touya and tenko are underground heroes/villainish-vigilante types) I plan on doing more with this au

[sparkles-and-trash]

that scene from The Greatest Showman just scrams dabihawks to me 🎪💫

[miss-writes-a-lot]

Doodle Pants// Dabihawks childhood au featuring. Mama Rei

Every day, Touya came home with his uniform an absolute mess. Shirt untucked and wrinkled, pant legs dirty up to the knees and ripped, and the sweater missing for the third time in a row that month. Touya’s disheveled appearance was usually followed by a phone call from his teacher about another fight he got into with one of his classmates, which earned him a scolding from his father.

Every day, Rei would remind her oldest son that if he wanted to avoid his father’s anger, he should stop getting into fights and be more careful when playing outside, but every day was more or less the same and the calls started to come even before Touya did, and despite every parent-teacher conference, every trip to apologize to the parents of the child that got the shit kicked out of them, every parenting book, bribery – Touya still came home a mess and with another pink slip in his hand to give to his parents.

That was until one day.

Rei had already felt that something was missing from her daily routine until she heard the front door pop open and Touya announced his arrival.

“I’m home!”

Rei took a breath, bracing herself for whatever state her son had come home in and the inevitable demerit that came with it. She floated from the kitchen to the front room, a gentle smile playing across her face.

“Welcome home, Touya–”

She stopped, brows arching in surprise.

Touya had an ear-to-ear grin stretched across his face. The only thing in his hands were the straps of his book bag, but that wasn’t what caught Rei off guard. Touya’s uniform was covered from collar to cuff with multi-colored pen doodles. They were shaky and ranged from flowers to what she could only assume were clouds and stars.

She stifled a giggle. “Well, you sure are colorful today!”

“Yup,” Touya replied, already starting to head for the kitchen.

“Can I ask what the occasion is?”

Touya stopped. He turned his head to glance at his mom and he shrugged. “Was just bored.”

He turned his head back around and walked right into the kitchen, the conversation clearly being over on Touya’s end.

Rei didn’t receive a phone call that day.

From that day on, Touya came home covered in doodles. Enji still wasn’t happy about the overall state of most of his clothes, but Rei reminded him that it was better to power wash them every few days rather than buy him an entire new wardrobe like they used to do. The calls became few and far between, the pink slips disappeared into thin air, and Touya had an overall happier demeanor when he came back from school in the afternoon.

Rei was glad that her son – and by extension, his father – was seemingly in better spirits, though she couldn’t help but wonder who was really drawing Touya every day. Her son was no contortionist. His arms could not reach behind his back far enough for the doodles around his shoulder blades and the center of his back.

The doodles were also quite shaky– shakier than Touya's own handwriting. But Touya remained tight-lipped on the true culprit for the longest time. Rei thought it best to just leave it alone. He was improving and happier and that’s all that mattered. 

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Touya brought Keigo home on a Friday afternoon. He was a small boy for his age - especially with those big red wings of his. He seemed quiet too, letting Touya do most of the talking when he introduced him.

“He’s my friend,” Touya said, clipped and matter-of-factly, “From school.”

“N-Nice to meet you,” Keigo mumbled, looking down at his hole-covered shoes.

He definitely was not a friend from school. Not his school, at least. Rei knew all the kids in Touya’s class given the numerous altercations he had with them.

Keigo was nowhere in that catalog.

Rei simply offered him a warm smile, “It’s nice to meet you too, Keigo.”

“We can play in my room,” Touya grabbed his little hand and tried pulling him down the opposite hallway, “C’mon-”

“Touya!” Rei called, “Don’t you have homework to do?”

Touya pouted, rolling his eyes. “Mooooomm…”

“You and Keigo can play after you finish. If you want, I can make you snacks.”

Keigo’s golden eyes brightened, leaving Touya no choice but to relent.

They all headed into the kitchen. The boys sat at the kitchen table while Rei fixed a fruit platter for them. She listened as Touya explained everything he was doing to Keigo, who looked on in curiosity. It was about a minute or two into his explanation of his book report that she saw it:

Keigo reached into Touya’s pencil bag, pulled out a blue ballpoint pen, and began drawing small flowers along Touya’s shirt collar. He still listened - the shine of interest remained - but he started to draw along the hem of his shirt sleeves while Touya seemed completely unbothered, if a bit pink in the cheeks. He picked out more pens and drew more little doodles on any free space he could find on Touya’s shirt.

Rei felt her heart swell. She wanted to just leave them be and enjoy their moment together, but Keigo needed to eat and given how small he was, he hadn’t been doing a lot of it. She walked over and carefully set down the plate of fruit in front of them. Keigo immediately pulled away, looking down at his hands.

“Eat as much as you want,” she said, though it was more directed at the red winged boy than Touya.

“Thanks mom!”

She tilted her head to the side, “Is Keigo going to be staying for dinner?”

Touya looked up from his work and turned to Keigo, “I dunno, can you?”

Keigo’s face fell into a frown and he slowly shook his head.

“That’s alright,” Rei said, “I’ll be sure to send you home with something. As a gift.”

Keigo nodded, still not meeting her eyes. “Thank you…”

Rei left shortly after, hearing Touya trying to start up a conversation with his feathered friend with an excitement Rei had never heard from her son that didn’t involve trying to train with his father. It was new and untethered, almost like a breath of fresh air after being suffocated by smog.

Touya was happy - really happy.

Rei started down the hallway to Enji’s home office. She gathered an armful of highlighters, pens, and the few markers in his drawers.

She sent Keigo home with them and a sizable tupperware of food that night.

(This was a lot more Rei centered than I initially thougt it would be. Still a little wonky but I'm still trying to get back into the grove of things. Thanks to everyone who voted on the poll! Will probably make another one soon).

[sinnamonpork]

I got some ideas for a vigilante au where Dabi became a vigilante and pro hero Hawks had been flirting with his white haired, blue flamed beau for half a year already. When they get to the point that they already discovered each other's true names, Hawks was ready to meet Endeavor when Dabi said he wanted him to meet his family. Imagine the little bird's surprise when he was instead face to face by Japan's most wanted League of Villains. Apparently, his not very legal partner had some very, very illegal group of friends that had been more than happy to provide for his nightly activities.

Imagine Hawks preparing to meet another pro hero, already practicing his lines so that he could sweep his boyfriend's family off their feet. Instead, he was faced with a Toga that's more than ready to bloody him up if he hurts Dabi, Shigaraki threatening to dust his bird dick, and a Mr. Compress describing all the way he can make his life very painful via his marbling quirk. Hawks was readying to charm a hero's family. Instead, he just hoped againt hope that he'd survive the encounter with his boyfriend's family.

Nevertheless, the various death threats and the very weird social dynamic the League has was worth it to see Dabi smile so freely when the hero said he was willing to meet the League again. Atleast Twice and Spinner were kinda normal. Although the hero can say with full confidence that he'd be avoiding Mr. Compress for a while. The man seems like the most likely to just make him disappear and smile while doing it.

[natsukashiibyla]

The Hidden Piece

By: Takami Keigo

[i6elysianrs]

ok but like, hear me out: russian keigo . just . Him Being RUSSIAN !!! DO YALL HEAR ME OUT ??!!

no but fr, we didnt have any background information on hawks's father, not even his first name, so that leaves space for PLENTY OF SOMETHINGS TO BE EXPLOREDDD !!!!

ive been thinking abt this for too fucking long its been stuck in my head bcs it has so much potential !! SO many plot lines can be explored with russian keigo 😩

russian ice skater keigo × japanese hockey player touya - rei training keigo as a former ice skater herself and leading him into his sucess, prying him off of the commission hold !! Mama's Boy Touya falling in luv with her trainee along the way 🥹

russian assassin keigo (HEAR ME OUT: KG FUCKING B !!!!!!!) × japanese spy touya - switched roles ig, but not quite, fun to explore

AND SO MUCH MORE !!!!! I THOUGH ABT IT FOR A LONG TIME AND IF NO ONES ENGAGING IN THIS MINDSET THEN I WILL

ill write this shit myself yall will see .

[pleathewrites]

bellow the fire into my deadened lungs

chapter 1 excerpt — dabihawks first kiss read full story here

October

Sometimes, Hawks will visit Dabi outside of their scheduled meetings. 

As these impromptu visits escalate in frequency, the scarred man begins to get comfortable, and Hawks begins to notice things about him — really precious things. 

Dabi likes to wear delicate things, like boy shorts and panties because boxers and briefs tug too harshly on his staples. When he’s home, he forgoes pants as much as possible because the denim of his jeans scrapes against the seams. The same goes for tops, the scarred-man favoring necklines that will swoop far beneath the stitching on his chest to avoid any type of friction. His cheap apartment is cleaner than Hawks’, the strong smell of lemon disinfectant always lingering in the air. Dabi’s pillow is a flattened lumpy thing, but the covering is pristine and softer than the expensive sheets Hawks has in his own apartment. 

Dabi takes care of himself in the gentlest ways, and Hawks can’t help but wonder if anyone else has ever treated this man the slightest bit gentle. He worries about the answer, even though he shouldn’t.

He knew infiltrating the League would be dangerous. He knew getting on the good side of the infamous flame-villain would be difficult and trying. He just never expected his own heart would get involved. 

The first time Hawks kisses him, they’re sitting on Dabi’s bed while he ashes his cigarette. He’s wearing nothing but black panties and his flimsy white tee. The moonlight is shining across his face so, so prettily, reflecting off his staples like diamonds, and Hawks gets lost in the glimmer of his bright blue eyes. Dabi’s turning his head, opening his mouth to speak, and whatever he meant to say gets lost between Hawks' teeth.  

For a sweet second, those multi-textured lips are pliant as they push against Hawks’ own, but then Dabi is pushing back with a gasp, “What are you doing?” 

“I don’t know,” He answers, when he really wants to say, ‘Something finally for myself.’

For the first time since Hawks has known Dabi, the villain looks scared.

A scarred hand comes up to cup Hawks’ face, printless fingertips brushing Hawks’ cheekbones, and Dabi’s heavily-lidded eyes flicker once to Hawks’ mouth before moving back to his eyes. Dabi’s own sharpen coldly, “Why?” 

And Hawks can only answer honestly.

“Because I want to.” 

“That’s not good enough,” Dabi lets go. 

Hawks moves his own hands to cup those scarred cheeks, “Because I want you.” 

“You don’t even know me.” 

And that’s true. Just because they share a couple stories here and there about who they used to be, Hawks doesn’t really know Dabi. There are twenty-plus years of life this man has gone through, and Hawks knows it will probably take years for him to fully know and understand the man in front of him, and vice-versa.

But, “I want to. And I want you to know me.” 

“Ha!” Dabi scoffs, “Oh, really, Hawks? ” it’s practically a sneer, and Hawks can feel Dabi pulling back, away from him, away from this — all of this that’s been bubbling up to right here, right now, this very moment. 

And he starts to panic, “Keigo. My name is Takami Keigo, but I don’t use it. At all.” 

Dabi stops moving and his mouth gapes. 

Hawks has seen a lot of beautiful people, with pretty pink mouths — small and plump and big and thin, all kinds. 

He’s never seen a pair that made him want to act so badly, though, not until he met Dabi.

Those two-toned lips are moving, the top slightly plumper than the bottom, its cupid’s bow rounded out and puffy, and the scarred half contrasts so nicely against Dabi’s perfect pearly-white teeth.

“What’s the point of tellin’ me?” 

Dabi looks scared again, but the way his thin chest expands and his cheeks flush — so pink, the prettiest shade of pink Hawks has ever seen — Hawks thinks he also looks excited. 

Hawks lets one of his hands travel down Dabi’s side, “Because I want you to use it,” he squeezes at the healthy skin of Dabi’s thigh, “And I think you want to, as well.” 

Hawks doesn’t realize he’s pulling Dabi’s legs open and pushing the villain back until he registers the way Dabi’s leg, the one in his hold, unfolds from its position and wraps around his waist, “Okay. Keigo.” 

The last thing he sees is the way Dabi’s hair halos over his pillow under the cold light of the moon as he presses the scarred man against the beaten mattress.

They make out the entire night.

Keigo doesn’t get a single bit of useful information other than precisely the way Dabi’s body feels under his own.

read full story here

my other works

[tickly-giggles]

DabiHawks dandelions AU where they are soul mates, but they don't even know each other yet.

They both spend time in the same field, Keigo during the morning and Touya during the night, making wishes on dandelions that they'll finally meet their soul mate. They gradually notice how their dandelions seem to be growing sparce and, one day, they run out of dandelions to wish on. Touya is so disappointed that he stops showing up to the field, but Keigo never loses hope. He returns to the field every morning in hopes for one more dandelion.

One morning, Keigo ends up bumping into Touya, who was seemingly off to begin his normal day. They feel strangely drawn to each other and, after a bit of talking, Keigo expresses he has business somewhere.

"Where are you off to?" Touya asks.

Keigo turns to him and smiles, "To the dandelion field. ... Do you wanna come?"

[corujalesbica]

Anyone up to beta reading a 10 chapter long, 20k dabihawks genderbend F/F medieval au fanfic ?

[soanywayimscreaming]

The end of the fucking world Dabihawks au

[girrsah]

DabiHawks Bookstore AU where Dabi works in a bookshop and he’s had enough of this guy coming in everyday to take a shit in their bathroom and never buys anything.

[sparkles-and-trash]

When Keigo was 16 he kept getting in trouble with his handler at the Commission and gets sent to «voulenteer» at an animal shelter.

It started when he pierced his own ears, then he dyed his hair bright red to match his wings, and when he finally got busted reading files he had no business reading his handler put their foot down.

However, Keigo was rarely allowed outside of the Commission on his own, and secretley he looked forwards to a few hours without handlers and in company of some cute animals.

He hadn’t had the chance to meet many, but he goes in with a positive attitude as always!

What he didn’t expect was just how freaking attached he would get to the little creatures.

Not just the cute puppies and kittens, but the wildlife ones who were there for treatment as well.

He cried for the first time in years when he and the vet running the shelter released a now healthy possum that he’d gotten especially attached to.

After a while Keigo was allowed to run the night shift himself, as there was nothing to do besides keeping watch, and Keigo were just two years away from being a full fledged pro hero anyways.

He’s a little nervous the first night, but he truly has no reason to, because it all goes well.

Until there is a president knock on the door, that is.

Keigo knows there could be people coming in with animals all times of the night, so he sharpens a feather and carefully opens the door to peek out.

It’s hard to see the person outside properly because of the rain and the dark, but it’s clear that whoever it is isn’t bigger than Keigo, and is holding something gently in his arms, so Keigo opens the door.

The person stumbles inside on shaky legs, and Keigo is shocked to see it’s a boy, probably around his own age, gently cradling what looks a lot like a baby racoon.

The boy himself is wearing a oversized, ragged, and most of all wet hoodie, and his skin is shockingly pale, his turquoise eyes standing out in stark contrast to his pale skin and white hair.

He was kinda really pretty.

Also really skinny, pale and shaky, but most of all, pretty.

After a little back and fourth between them, mostly consisting of Keigo trying to understand the pretty boy’s raspy, quiet voice, but after a while Keigo has the raccoon in a warm and safe cage and have called the owner of the shelter.

Just as he’s about to turn around and thank the stranger, he realizes with a sinking feeling that the boy has already left.

Luckily, it doesn’t take that long until Keigo gets a second chance.

Two nights later, a familiar knock on the door makes Keigo’s wings fluff up and he excitedly runs for the door.

Once again the pretty boy is standing there, this time he’s carrying a small cardboard box filled with way too young kittens.

«Someone just left them,» the boy says in that quiet voice of his, and Keigo’s heart squeezes.

«I got it,» Keigo say with as much reassurance he could muster, and as he took the box from the boy he noticed just how thin and freezing his hands were.

Keigo had a feeling the boy wasn’t keen on accepting any charity, and the last thing he wanted to do was scare him off again, but luckily he thinks quick.

«Could you help me with them? Just for a few hours!»

The boy looks startled, but after a few beats he finally nods.

So together, the boys carefully warm up the tiny kittens, feed them some bottled milk, and make sure there’s no visible injuries on them.

When the sun starts rising, the boy gets antsy, and Keigo tells him it’s okay if he needs to leave.

«I could use your help again tonight you know?» Keigo adds shyly as they’re about to part in the doorway.

The boy looked up trough his fringe, meeting Keigo’s eyes straight on.

«Really?»

Keigo smiled.

«Yeah! They’re a lot of work, and it gets really lonley here at night anyways.»

The boy nodded slowly.

«I’ll try my best,» he said hoarsly, and Keigo nodded.

«One last thing?» Keigo added nervously.

«Yeah?» the boy asked, already halfway out the door.

«What’s your name?»

The boy looked paniced for a second, before he whispered the answer.

«It’s Touya.»

Keigo beamed.

«Cool! I’m Keigo!»

Touya actually smiled a little at that.

«Yeah, you told me that already Birdie.»

Keigo blushed and ran a hand trough his hair.

«Heh. Right.»

Touya smiled shyly before he dissapeared into the first signs of dusk.

Keigo was already looking forward to the next night shift.

For the next few weeks the boys kept this little routine up.

Keigo would sneaking buy some takeout and insist he got too much and didn’t want to throw out the leftovers, and Touya would pretend to believe him.

They would talk about very light and unpersonal topics, but they still get to know each other slowly, and get more comfortable around each other as they work with the kittens together.

When Keigo’s voulenteer period is close to ending, he’s real sad about it.

He tried to beg his handler for more time there, but the upper heads of the Commission flat out refuse.

Keigo hated himself for waiting until the last night to tell Touya. He was such a chickenshit.

He hates himself even more when he finds a letter on the doorstep when he arrives.

The tattered envelope only has one word on it.

«Birdie ~»

Keigo takes a deep breath, and opens the letter.

«Hey Birdie.

I’m so sorry for leaving this way.

I know you know my situation better than you want to admit, and you probably know that it’s a risky one.

I won’t tell you much, for your own sake, but I needed to say thank you.

For treating me like a person, and for pretending like you didn’t know I was starving, or that I needed a safe place to spend the nights.

I’ll never forget your kindness Birdie.

- T»

Keigo’s heart breaks for a million reasons that night, for the boy without a home, for the friend lost, and for the death of the warm feelings he’d been experiencing for the first time.

For the next two years Keigo kept that letter with him, the memories of the pale boy with the pretty eyes who was his first real friend one of the reasons he got trough the last gruelig years of Commission training and hero prepping.

A bit ironic, all things considering, but Keigo had no way of knowing that, yet.

Yet.

[miss-writes-a-lot]

Need//Dabihawks quirkless au// cW: references to abuse, suicidal ideation (brief), angst, hurt/comfort

Keigo called Touya late one night during a horrible typhoon, a sobbing mess.

He couldn't quite understand much of what he blubbered into the phone, but he did manage to make out three simple words that made his heart drop a twenty story height:

"I want out."

To be frank, when Keigo said that Touya did not take it as he wanted to grab all of his things and move out of his house that night in the middle of the pouring rain, though it was much better than the alternative running round in his head while he sped through hail.

When he kicked in the door, he found Keigo packing. His golden eyes were red and his cheeks were tear stained, but he moved with determination, with intent. He didn't even stop to let Touya know what happened.

And Touya didn't ask. In fact, the only thing he did ask was "Where do you need me?"

Together, they packed Keigo's things into whatever empty box or grocery bag was left in the house. They didn't fold, wrap, or roll up anything. They didn't give a damn about whether the house they bought wasn't ready for another week. They could've given less of a fuck if their frantic packing left holes in the walls or drawers ripped from their sockets.

They threw all of things into whatever fit whether they could or not and, once they had completely erased Keigo's existence from the house in under two hours, they piled it all onto the bed of Touya's truck and sped away in silence.

They death gripped each other's hands for the entire drive. They didn't even let go when Touya went to pick the lock to their new house. (It was very difficult to get the door open).

When all was said and done; when Touya and Keigo – both sopping wet and exhausted – staggered into the house and crashed onto the staging couch left in the living rooms left by the realtors, Keigo broke down into sobs.

He wailed louder than Touya ever heard him – if he ever heard him cry that hard at all. It shook the walls and rattled Touya's ribcage as he let his tears stain Touya's chest.

And all Touya could do was hold onto him for dear life until he stopped.

He doesn't remember when exactly he fell asleep. He hadn't planned to. For the first hour that Keigo cried, he forced his brain to stay awake to ensure that he would still be holding Keigo when and if the morning came the next day.

The only thing he knew was that he had fallen asleep, and when he had woken up, Keigo was gone, with only his impression left in the couch and mud covered boots it left at the foot of it.

Touya bolted up, head whipping around in fifty different directions.

"Kei?" He called, getting up to urgently search the property, "Keigo!"

"In here!" Keigo chirped from the kitchen…happily?

Touya sighed, relieved. He jogged from the living room into the kitchen, his worry reinstilled instead at the sight in front of him.

Keigo was at the stove, humming away while eight different things cooked and burned on the stove top. There were groceries covering the countertops. Some of them were knocked over and spilled on the floor, though he wasn't sure if Keigo noticed or not.

He carefully approached, anxiously taking in the scene. "Uh, Angel?"

Keigo whipped around, a faux serene smile stretching uncomfortably across his face. "Morning!"

"What's all this?"

"Hm? Oh! I got up early to get some groceries and I thought I would make you breakfast!"

"You…didn't have to."

Keigo just waved him off, "It's fine! Sit down! It'll be ready soon!"

Touya sighed through his nose. He walked fully into the kitchen. He picked up the scattered things across the ground and carefully placed them on the counters as he floated by the stove tops, shutting them off one by one until he got to Keigo.

He gently reached for the spatula Keigo held with one hand, switched off the final flame with the other, and turned Keigo toward him, lightly putting his hands on his shoulders.

"Hey."

"Uh…hey?"

"Can we…can we talk about what happened last night?"

The smile fell from Keigo's face, eyes shooting open on genuine fear that made Touya's heart clench.

"Nevermind, we don't have to–"

"No! It's…it's fine. We…we should probably talk, yeah."

"Do you wanna talk here or…?"

Keigo anxiously grabbed his arm, rubbing it up and down, "Um…can we sit down, or something?"

Touya nodded, "Yeah, of course."

They took each other's hands. Touya led the way to the staged kitchen table. He pulled his chair closer to Keigo's as they sat down.

They didn't say anything for a good three minutes, much like the previous night. Touya didn't try to force or coax anything out of Keigo, and for the first time in a while, Keigo didn't feel the need to spit out a stream of faux consciousness to fill the silence or have an answer prepared and out there.

They just sat there, hand in hand and in somewhat uncomfortable silence.

Keigo gave Touya's hand a hard squeeze before speaking.

"Um, I'm sorry about – about what happened last night, with the phone call and–"

"Hey, hey," Touya shook his head, cupping his cheek, "Don't apologize for that. You obviously needed me, and you know I'm always gonna be there when you do."

Keigo avoided Touya's eyes, looking all around the room while his hand continued to rub up and down his preoccupied arm. "I just…I thought I could make it, you know? I thought I could make it to the end of the week and then I'd never have to see them again. Clean break! But then…"

He carded a hand through this disheveled hair, "I got into a fight with my mom again. It was a stupid, stupid fight. And then my dad came in, and we just started screamin' at each other again and then he–"

Keigo winced. He turned his head up to the ceiling, desperately blinking back tears. Touya squeezed his hand tighter as he gnawed at the inside of his cheek.

"This is so fucking stupid–"

"No, no. It's fucking stupid, Kei. They were hurting you."

"I'm 23 and I still couldn't do it, Tou. I couldn't stand up to him – I couldn't do anything. It was like I was a kid again and I…," Keigo's gaze fell down to his lap, "I couldn't do it…"

Touya sucked his teeth. He pulled Keigo into his embrace. The second his arms wrapped around Keigo's, he felt him starting to cry again.

"I wouldn't care if you were fucking 50. What they did – what they're doing to you," he gripped Keigo's shirt, "it's fucked up. That's it. It's fucked up and you have every right to be pissed and sad and whatever else you're feelin' right now. Just because they kept telling you they couldn't, doesn't make it true."

Keigo let out a shuddering breath, "I can't take it anymore, Touya. I can't do it alone, I can't –"

"And you won't, okay? You won't. We're far away from them now, and if they even try to come near you, I won't fucking let 'em."

"I'm scared, Touya."

Touya pressed a kiss to his temple, "I know, Kei, I know. But you're not alone, okay? I'm gonna be here. I'm gonna be here no matter what. I'm not gonna let them hurt you again, you hear? Never again."

Keigo nodded. He sobbed loudly into Touya's shoulder as Touya gently ran his fingers through his hair, whispering soft reassurances into his ear.

With each wail, Touya tried not to tremble or cry himself but God, he hated it.

He hated how much the decimated any and all self worth Keigo had been trying to recover. He hated how he didn't see the signs sooner, how he didn't get Keigo out of that house sooner so he didn't have to go through all of this hell by himself every time he went home.

He hated a million things but he couldn't dwell on those things anymore. What could have been was just that, and as much as he wanted Keigo to scream at him for all of his failures, Keigo needed him.

And if all he needed him for was to sit there quietly while he fell apart in his arms, then he'd do it.

At least then, he'd be there to help pick the pieces and start again.

[sinnamonpork]

dabi wearing hawks' baby feather in a necklace that he never removes. the league has even teased him that its like an engagement ring, especially with the way the hero brightens up whenever he sees a glimpse of the necklace.

privately, dabi lets himself think that he wouldn't be opposed if it really was one.

(lol then the divorce arc happens)

[nightowlss]

An end to my cute little AU I dreamed up, hope you like it!!

VIP Status: Chapter 2

Pairing: Dabi x Hawks

Words: 14k

Commission: No, it's for me.

[beybuniki]

i need dabi to experience the trials of being a stay-at-home adult son