#h/awks

[kushami-hime]

It's an average Monday afternoon when you notice a missed call from your boyfriend, who just so happens to be the number 2 hero himself. Seems like he needs a little help...

CW: sneezing, over the phone, hitching breaths, 1 nose blow, stuffy voice and lots of sniffles, allergy suffering H/awks, trying (and failing) to talk through sneezes, H/awks calling listener baby bird.

I myself have been suffering allergies irl lately (either that or a cold that has no fever for some reason idk) but I can barely breathe outta my nose and my sinuses were a bit sensitive so I decided to crank out a surprise wav, sorry if his sneezes don't sound very good, I was suffering during this and still am xux;...

MINORS DNI! NON KINK BLOGS DONT REBLOG!

[slightlyunconventional]

hi snz squad (Sorry. Not funny.) i got some food for the h/awks fans FINALLY sorry for the wait i had writers block for like a month straight 😜 love that. anyway heres about 1.7k of allergic h/awks and some really badly written fighting/sparring LMAO enjoy!!

“You ready, birdie?” Dabi says, his lopsided grin wicked as usual.

“As I’ll ever be,” replies Hawks. The villain’s left hand is swallowed by bright cerulean flames, so hot there’s already faint plumes of smoke puffing out around it. In turn, Hawks draws his two longest feathers and sharpens them with ease, and raises them into a defensive position. He wonders, briefly, who’ll make the first move, then decides that these sparring sessions are for him to improve against fire; Dabi’s skills are perfectly fine as they are (Perhaps. He does sometimes think the man could do with some extra precision training, but he’s here to incinerate, not sauté, so who’s Hawks to judge?). Hawks lunges forward, feather-blades brandished, aiming straight for Dabi. Don’t hold back runs through his head over and over as he moves, the words Dabi keeps having to say to him every time they do this. It’s not Hawks’ fault he’s got such a hero complex. 

“Don’t hold back,” Dabi had said, flexing his wrists after their spar, “There’s no point in doing this if you aren’t gonna show me your full potential.”

Hawks had sighed. “Easier said than done, hot stuff.”

Dabi raised an eyebrow. “Is it?” he said, “You seem to be just fine facing off against any other villain when you’re on fuckin’ hero patrol.”

“That’s different, and you know it,” Hawks had replied, “This is training. I can’t just- make myself fight you properly without good reason.” He let out another long breath and drank from his water bottle.

“It’s cause we fucked, isn’t it?” Dabi had said, smirking. That had made Hawks splutter on his water. He glared indignantly at Dabi.

“Absolutely fucking not,” he declared. “You wish that was why.”

“Relax, I’m just messing,” said Dabi, with that shit-eating smirk still on his face. “Just fight harder next time, or whatever. Ain’t gonna learn anything if you don’t try.” He left the room, and Hawks had frowned after him.

Dabi sidesteps Hawks, but only just. Had he moved a millisecond later, Hawks’ blades would probably have been stuck in him. Whether that’s for the worse or the better, Hawks can’t decide - Dabi’ll probably chastise him for it later, but there’s only so much potential you can exhibit before stepping the boundary of actual murder. The villain’s blue flames have caught on the very edge of Hawks’ feather, and are creeping down its lengths with some pace, threatening to reduce the entire thing to ash. He quickly shakes it out and lifts the blades once again. If he can convince Dabi he’s planning on sticking this whole spar out melee-style, then maybe he can discreetly send some feathers behind for an ambush. He just needs to find the right moment. 

Then, Dabi raises his own hand and throws a stripe of glowing blue fire straight at Hawks. Right as he does so, Hawks takes his chance and releases a few medium-sized feathers, sending them to hover in position behind Dabi, ready to make their move from the rear. He ducks down, and just in time, too, as he feels the searing heat of Dabi’s attack barely inches from the top of his head. He does his best to ignore the sting in his eyes and how every blink threatens to send irritated tears sliding down his face, but it’s unexpected… that doesn’t tend to happen, and there’s normally a whole lot more fire involved in their fights than there is now. But, Dabi’s unrelenting nature doesn’t allow Hawks more than a moment of thought, and he’s almost instantly back upright, sharpened feathers pointing outwards, stalking Dabi back towards the wall. He keeps having to blink against his blurring vision, though, and it’s affecting his focus. If Dabi picks up on it, he doesn’t say anything. There’s still a thin plume of smoke issuing from his feather, too; those flames are no joke. Hawks crosses the feathers in his hands, preparing to drive forward and strike - if all goes to plan, Dabi will assume that’s all he’s going to do, and counterattack accordingly, then Hawks can compromise him with the feathers he has poised behind the villain. If all goes to plan.

And thankfully, it does, if you look past the single tiny snag. As predicted, Dabi releases a billowing explosion of fire straight forwards. Hawks’ blades are both ignited, but that’s neither here nor there, since he’s focused on bringing his other feathers back from behind Dabi, and up to his throat, mere millimetres away from his skin. They aren’t sharpened, but he doesn’t need to know that. Hawks knows he daren’t step into them to test. 

Dabi’s eyebrows lift up, his expression a mix of amused and impressed. “Not bad,” he says, glancing down towards the feathers at his throat. “Not exactly a technique that’ll work every time, but I didn’t see it coming, so that’s gotta count for something.”

Then comes that tiny snag. Hawks stops listening halfway through Dabi’s sentence when his sinuses start stinging like crazy, with such sharpness that it makes his eyes water even more than they already are. He sniffs, half testing the waters, half hoping it’ll make the sting go away, but unfortunately it only makes it worse. Just as Dabi lifts his hands up to incinerate the feathers in front of his neck so they can begin another round of sparring, Hawks sends said feathers rapidly towards the villain’s arms and pins him against the wall.

“Sorry, what–” he begins, startled.

Hawks lifts the fur-lined collar of his jacket and ducks down into it. For a moment, nothing happens, but–

“heHt’sSHHhue!”

Dabi pulls a face. “I swear to God, if you’re doing this and you’ve got a fucking c–”

“ah’hAH-! eH’SHHhyu! No, you cock, I don’t have a cold. I’m not that stupid.”

“You are, but okay,” Dabi says flatly, “Why do I have to be pinned to the fuckin’ wall?”

“‘Cause your psycho ass would probably attack me while I waahhs s-sn-hahh! hheh’sHHh’hiew!”

He pitches forward into his collar again, cutting himself off mid-sentence with a third desperate sneeze. They’re already getting harder to keep in check; and what the fuck is itching this badly? Sure, it’s mid-spring, and his hayfever’s probably acting up a bit, but no way in hell is it this bad. Maybe he’s just… sensitive today. He didn’t bother checking the pollen count this morning, so…

“You think I would do such a thing?” says Dabi dramatically in mock offence, “Sweet, innocent me?”

“Shut up. Yes, you absolutely woul- Jesus– h-haHh!...” Hawks’ breath catches sharply in his throat, but he’s exhaling shakily a moment later. 

“Lost it,” he says, only a little breathlessly, “You are the furthest thing from innocent and we both know that.”

The need to sneeze hasn’t left Hawks, despite the last one having eluded him. It’s laying dormant (for now), an incessant buzzing high in his nose that seems to also be accompanied by profusely watering eyes. He tries scrunching his nose to quell the feeling - it doesn’t help but rather slightly the opposite. Dabi arches an eyebrow at him.

“Yeah, yeah, whatever. You gonna let me go or what?”

“Uhh… oh! Right, sorry. Instinct, I guess,” Hawks says. He withdraws the feathers holding Dabi in place and the villain subsequently takes a few steps towards him. There’s still smoke rolling off of his arms, where he’d used his quirk, and it floats lazily upwards in greyish plumes. That smoke has always been mesmerising to Hawks, the way it curls and twists, almost as gracefully as Dabi’s flames themselves. It seems different to regular smoke, though, realistically it probably isn’t, and Hawks has just convinced himself it is so he has something else about Dabi to admire with childish adoration. The smell of it often clings to Dabi, though, fainter, obviously, but it’s still distinct if you’re up close. It’s filling the air now, the bitter scent comforting, strong, but stinging, and–

“-ah’hHahH-?!” Caught completely off guard, Hawks desperately draws in a staggered breath before he’s truly able to comprehend it. 

“hh’heHSHHh-iihHSCHHh’ue! Huuhh… fucking Jesus–” The double volleys through him with unexpected force, leaving him more than a little winded (but almost certainly not finished).

Dabi’s staring at him now, his expression half concerned, half incredulous. Can’t exactly blame him. He opens his mouth to say something, but Hawks is already cutting him off with another sneeze.

“haH’iihtTSHHhyu!”

“So, about that cold you don’t have?” Dabi says, after Hawks has recovered - for now - with a series of pitiful sniffles and a less than kind rub at his nose with one gloved hand. 

“No, it’s–” his voice wavers slightly as he speaks, “it’s not that, I think it’s, ihh-it’s–”

Dabi shakes his head. “Sneeze first, speak after.”

“Rihhh– right, yeah I– hah-hhaHH’sSHHuuhh! ehHISHHhue! Jeez, okay, done now..” Hawks isn’t one to sneeze loudly per se - they’re usually softer, fairly subdued - but these ones are well on their way there. They’ve got the same intonation as usual, but with the intensity amped up a shocking degree. He’s not quite used to it.

“Done, done?” 

“Yeah, whatever– ‘m not sick, I think it’s your-” Hawks gestures vaguely at Dabi with one hand, and the latter’s eyebrow raises again, “-yourhhHehHTSChhnn!”

“What did I just say?” Dabi says, exasperated, and maybe a little fond.

“Leave me alone, that one didn’t give me any warning-!” whines Hawks in response, “You are so mean to me.”

“I know. Now spit it out, you’ve got me on the edge of my seat,” replies the villain dryly. 

Hawks rolls his still-watery eyes. “Shut up. It’s your smoke, I think,” he finally gets out.

Dabi looks slightly perplexed by this, and he voices it, “Never bothered you before.”

“No, I know, but,” He needs desperately to sneeze again. It’s all-consuming, but he’s determined to at least get a sentence out; “spring allergies’re making me s-sensitive to it.. I think that’s it, anyway–hhah sorry, I reahhllyneedto-hhiihSHHh-ehhH’shHHuue! Ugh.”

“Oh. Okay,” says Dabi, “so probably best we take a break for today, then?”

“Mm, yeah,” Hawks replies, knuckling at his nose. 

“Postmature bless you, by the way,” Dabi says with a funny look. Hawks nearly laughs.

“...Postmature?” 

“Yeah, like the opposite of premature. Is that the opposite of premature? Screw off, you’ve got me questioning myself now,” he replies, trying and failing to hide a stupid smile.

“It is now, I s’pose,” says Hawks, not at all fondly, “Thanks.”

[waterfallofspace]

While on a mission, D/abi finds out a little more about his temporary-partner. It seems his personality isn't the only thing H/awks finds a little hard to take.

Request from Anon, I hope it's alright that I wav'd it instead of writing! But don't worry, I promise I do have a few H/otwings prompts in the mix for fics too~

[hawkssucks]

No respect for hawks stans who erase his obsession with Endeavor

[naughtyservant]

H is for R/awk H/awk (P/aper M/ario)! Yeah, last names also counts :P

It was a very fun character to draw! This would count as the first furry of the challenge~ I've been experimenting with anatomy, so I hope you enjoy these test ^^

There is also a non-vore version in my Twitter in the case you want to take a look ;3

Drop all your ideas for I!

Uncensor version on my A/ryion and T/witter as always

Don't forget like, reblog and follow me for more avian preds 0u0)r

[butyoumakemesohot]

when the tip of someone’s nose wiggles up and down when they talk <3

[kikigeh]

Obsessed at how Anna and Elsa's height difference completely disappeared after Frozen II.

[melviships]

Screw it- Mayhem time.

Cw: discussion of death, depression, and violence, addiction, canon typical Kirkwall and Chantry-driven oppression

Mayhem Hawke is a shadow rogue who from an early age developed a lyrium addiction after stealing many potions in the hopes of aiding his younger sister Bethany, a mage. Life in Lothering had always been hard, but being related to an apostate put the Hawke family under heavy scrutiny, more so when Bethany's magical abilities manifested. Mayhem saw fit to do what needed to be dome in order to protect them: theft, assassination, draft dodging, anything that would allow them some freedom to live as they chose.

Lothering eventually fell and they were forced to flee to the Free Marches, landing them in Kirkwall in the hopes of their nobility on their mother's side granting them entrance and allowing them to move into their estate.

Instead they learned that their uncle, Gamlen, had squashed that hope by gambling away their fortunes and selling the estate. This forced them to work with a mercenary company, the Red Iron, which they honestly preened at the idea.

Mayhem worked with them for a year before a bad turn of events caused them to seek out a healer and being familiar with Kirkwall and the whispers on the putrid air of Darktown led them right to Anders.

And they immediately recognized their shared plight and became obsessed with one another. Two depressed guys constantly fighting against the powers that be, to the detriment of others ? They were practically made for each other.

The visits became regular and Hawke was advised to seek better, safer work.

They left the Red Iron, but the criminal aspect of his life... was impossible to let go. Not when mages and elves were being actively oppressed. Some laws were made to be broken, and Mayhem hated being told what was best for him.

The rest of Hawke's story is told wonderfully by their new best friend and kissmate Varric. It still makes sure to include their less than stellar track record and their magnetism when it comes to tragedy; yet it is made clear that care and affection kept everyone together.

[arcann]

it was hilarious of ew to think i would consider emmy my friend because azem was his friend *shoots him in the back shb style* love being railroaded like that and responding by making my azem super hate him and attack him. with their hands.

[softsnzstuff]

In better news I’m UNWELL about this photo. They look SO GOOD FUCK

Will also take Steve prompts bc J/oe K/eery is babygorl

[kushami-hime]

CW: H/otwings shipping fuel, D/abi being smug, sneezing, sniffling, allergy fit, slightly stuffy talk, allergy talk, wet & slightly rapid sneezes, stifles & half stifles.

D/abi can't help but notice that something is off about the Number 2 hero. He's sniffling, sneezing, and looking like more of a mess than usual. Maybe it's time he earned himself a bit of entertainment. Even villains need to have a bit of fun every once in a while, right?

Here we are guys...first real h/otwings wav. First attempts at both D/abi and H/awks and...erm, well...it could be better ouo; I know I have a habit of being too hard on myself but ffs I did so well with the test sneezes but when it came time to do the actual wav they did not hit as well as I was hoping.

I do have two other H/awks wav scripts in my drive (one w/ snzfucker listener and another with cold denial involving E/ndeavor who I know I can't voice act for shit unless if I pitch shift my voice into the core of the planet but the script was fun to write). So if for some reason anybody wants to actually hear more of my H/awks, lemme know. And that goes for D/abi too, but idk what his snz will sound like @u@

I'll be doing some comfort wavs and idk if you guys would prefer them to be sick! listener or not so lemme know about that as well.

Anyway, enjoy lovelies! <3

Characters are canonically in their 20s (H/awks at 22 and Dabi between 20 & 25) so you butthurt anons can't get pissy at me for making kink content THIS time around, muahaha.

As always MINORS DNI. VANILLAS DO NOT REBLOG!

[slightlyunconventional]

h/awks the type of guy to pace around his kitchen fanning his hands in front of his face when he needs to sneeze

[waterfallofspace]

When H/awks gets a voice message from D/abi, he doesn't have a clue what he's getting into. (Strongly implied kink!Hawks)

First H/otwings wav~ (and content at all~). It's nothing super big, just a little idea I've had for a bit, and I had time to throw something together~ Mayyybe the fact (most of) it's a voice message can forgive the quality issues? <3

[gradelstuff]

Looking back at some screencaps i took of the hospital fight, I think the entire situation would've made me less mad if the heroes were just honest about wanting to kill Tomura while he's comatose in the fishtank ngl

[thefossilwhale]

mage Warden + Arcane Warrior + daggers? 👀

oh that could be fun!! i've never actually played arcane warrior so i'm not sure how it works/feels in-game. i usually don't go for it because i like my rogues to feel classically rogue-y and my mages to feel classically mage-y and so forth. but this could be a way to trick myself into trying it

[pipwife]

sometimes i get shy about sharing who i actually am especially because of how hateful people can be towards plurality and fictives/fictionkin/etc but i do genuinely believe that me being That Guy From The Video Game makes all of my posts at least 8% funnier and i will suffer any amount of embarrassment in pursuit of something funny