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thepaperpanda · 9 months

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Just a kitten || Dabi x Hawks

Summary: One day, Keigo comes home with a tiny kitten he found on the streets during heavy rain. Determined, he does his best to persuade Dabi to agree to let the kitten stay with them

Warnings: cuteness overload 😻

Word count: 3117

Authors: Cass & Bear

Rain poured relentlessly outside as Keigo trudged wearily back to the shared apartment he called home. Shivering slightly from the chill that clung to his damp clothes, he slipped through the door, eager to find solace in the comfort of his own space. However, as he stepped inside, he couldn't help but notice the piercing gaze of Touya, his roommate and secret lover, who sat perched on the couch, his turquoise eyes gleaming with curiosity.

Suppressing a nervous smile, Keigo attempted to conceal something concealed under his jacket, the source of his clandestine mission to the bathroom. It was a task he was determined to complete with utmost secrecy, fearing Dabi's inquisitive nature and penchant for uncovering hidden truths. As he made his way past, he hoped against hope that his lover wouldn't detect the concealed object and unravel the surprise he had in store. "It's a little bit rainy today, isn't it?"

"Seriously? A weather talk? That's a new low for you," Dabi muttered, giving Hawks a disapproving look with a raised eyebrow. "As a spy, you can't seem to act natural whatsoever."

"Hey, Dabi," Hawks called out, his voice betraying a hint of urgency, as he maneuvered swiftly towards the bathroom. "How was your day?"

"It was all good until you showed up, acting so strangely," he said, his frown deepening as he scrutinized Keigo from head to toe. "Something feels off."

Meanwhile, Hawks skillfully locked the bathroom door behind him, a mischievous glimmer in his eyes. He couldn't let his guard down for even a moment, as he aimed to conceal his secret mission from prying eyes. With a quick glance around, he breathed a sigh of relief, assuring himself that the coast was clear.

As water droplets cascaded from his dampened clothes onto the bathroom tiles, Hawks knew he had to act swiftly. Unveiling a little, soaked kitten from beneath his jacket, he gazed at the animal with a mixture of excitement and nervousness. "It's fine, little one. Let's dry you up."

Touya wasn't as clueless as Keigo, though he could have his moments. He let out an irritated sigh and stood up from the couch, trailing behind Keigo as he headed to the bathroom. There, he listened for a moment, furrowing his brows. "Oi! Are you communicating with your clothes now?!" Touya attempted to open the door but found it locked. "What's gotten into you today?" he growled, banging on the door.

Startled by Dabi's unexpected attempt to breach his privacy, Keigo froze, his heart pounding in his chest. He frantically tried to compose himself, realizing that his attempts at secrecy had been abruptly shattered. Taking a deep breath to regain his composure, he spoke with a mixture of exasperation and pleading. "Wait! Just a minute, Dabi!" Keigo's voice wavered slightly, the urgency evident in his tone. "I... I need a moment, can you please grant me that? Just go to the living room." Frustration laced his words, a tinge of irritation creeping into his voice. The lack of privacy within the confines of their shared abode was beginning to grate on his nerves.

"Oh, that wasn't suspicious at all," Touya muttered with another annoyed sigh. Turning around, he took a few steps away. Touya decided to wait nearby, curious to see what was going on.

With the kitten now comfortably dried and wrapped in a soft towel, Hawks took a moment to collect himself, stealing a quick glance at his reflection in the bathroom mirror. Assured that he appeared composed, he cautiously opened the door and stepped out, only to be startled by Dabi's unexpected presence nearby. Hawks nearly jumped, his surprise evident in his widened eyes and a faint blush tinting his cheeks. He cleared his throat, attempting to regain his composure despite the sudden encounter. "I asked you to wait in the living room, didn't I?" Hawks' voice carried a mix of mild exasperation and lighthearted reproach, his gaze meeting Dabi's with a hint of playful annoyance.

"And when did I start listening to you?" Dabi asked, tilting his head with a frown and arms crossed over his chest. "So? What got your feathers all so ruffled?"

Letting out a soft sigh, Keigo's exasperation melted away as he shifted his focus to the adorable bundle in his hands. Gingerly, he unwrapped a portion of the towel, revealing a tiny, trembling kitten nestled within. Its wide eyes and delicate form tugged at his heartstrings, reminding him of the vulnerability and innocence contained within such a small creature. "They did," Keigo whispered, his voice filled with a mixture of tenderness and awe.

"A cat? Seriously?," Dabi asked with a scoff. "That's the reason you act like a weirdo? Is it some kind of birds of prey thing? Does your bird brain compel you to bring stuff home?"

A frown creased Hawks' features in response to Dabi's words, his voice carrying a touch of hurt. "You can be so cruel sometimes, you know that?" Keigo's tone held a hint of frustration and weariness, his patience worn thin by the constant jabs and nicknames. He was tired of the playful mockery. "Stop calling me names, Mr. Patchwork," he muttered, his voice laced with a mix of annoyance and a plea for understanding. Turning away, Keigo made his way to the living room, his wings flicking slightly to shed the lingering water droplets.

"Mr. Patchwork, how original," Dabi rolled his eyes, following him. "You wiped that thing, but you are still dripping wet. You seriously have a bird brain."

After these words Dabi went to find a towel, then he came back and started to pat Keigo's wings dry.

"Thank you," Keigo replied with a tiny smile, his attention focused completely on the tiny cat. "We are keeping them, Dabs."

"No fucking way," Dabi said, simply putting the towel on Keigo's head to dry his hair. "One big annoying bird is enough. We don't need any four legged pet in here."

"Daaabs!" Keigo's heart ached as he longed for Dabi's agreement to keep the precious feline. With a hint of desperation in his voice, he began to lay out his heartfelt arguments. "Dabi, please," Keigo implored, his tone tinged with vulnerability. "This kitten needs us. It needs a loving home, and we can provide that. We have the means to take care of it, and I've seen how gentle and caring you can be. Just imagine the joy it will bring to our lives. We can create a space filled with warmth and compassion, not just for each other, but for this little life that has found its way into our path."

Dabi groaned, getting more and more pissed with Keigo's behavior. "Did you fly into a window recently or something? How do you imagine this?” He asked, ruffling Keigo's hair a bit too hard. "Sometimes we are out for days, you think they will be able to be alone for so long?"

"Dabi, I understand your worries, but we don't have to do this alone. We have friends who would be more than willing to lend a helping hand," Keigo proposed, his voice gentle yet resolute. "We can ask them to babysit the cat when needed, ensuring that we have the flexibility to balance our responsibilities and still provide a loving home for this little one."

Dabi laughed in a nasty way. "Oh! Yeah, I can see you walking up to my old man and being like, 'Endeavor-san... Please, take care of my kitten today' or you'll pass them to that weird rabbit chick. How pathetic," he took away the towel, making sure Keigo was completely dry. "Twice and Toga would probably be eager to take care of the kitten but I wouldn't trust them with such a small creature."

"Endeavour as a babysitter for a little kitten? Now that's an interesting image," Hawks quipped, a playful glint in his mismatched eyes. "Well, your vampire-like friend might surprise us," Keigo replied, a touch of lightheartedness in his voice.

"Not gonna happen," Dabi shook his head. "Why do you even want to keep them?"

Keigo settled himself on the couch, gently placing the little kitten by his side. He turned his gaze towards Dabi, his expression earnest and full of hope. "Dabi, please," Keigo implored, his voice laced with sincerity. "Look at this little one. Look at how it trusts us, how it seeks our care and affection. I can see the love in your eyes when you look at it, too. We can be its family, its guardians, its source of warmth and comfort."

"Honestly, once I had the same look. I looked at my parents expecting a lot and where it led me," Touya shrugged again, crossing arms over his chest. "It's just a cat, Keigo. It doesn't care about us. All it wants is food and warmth to not die. I bet it'll scratch me as soon as I get closer," Touya summed up, and to prove his point, he walked closer to the kitten and offered it his hand.

As the little kitten continued to tremble, its innate curiosity overcame its fear. It tentatively reached out, sniffing at Touya's hand with a delicate twitch of its tiny nose. Sensing the warmth emanating from him, the kitten found solace in his touch. With hesitant steps, it mustered the courage to climb onto Touya's palm, its small body curling up, seeking comfort and security.

This was so sweet and unexpected! Dabi huffed with a deep frown, trying his best to not show how he really felt about that.

Carefully, he picked the kitten up and put his other hand over them to warm them up more effectively.

His eyes moved to Keigo who was looking at him with a stupid grin and sparkles in his eyes. "What? They are still not staying here. You can nurse them to good health and find them a home. Who wouldn't adopt a kitten from Japan's number two hero?" Dabi mocked him a little. "I really have enough of one chicken making a mess here, I don't need a kitten in this mess as well."

As the little kitten nestled into Dabi's palm, its trembling form gradually subsided, finding comfort in the warmth and security offered by his touch. It let out a feeble attempt at a meow, the sound resembling more of a tiny squeak, as it expressed its contentment.

Keigo's gaze turned earnest as he locked eyes with Dabi, a silent plea reflecting in his expression. "Dabi, look at them," Keigo implored, his voice filled with a mix of conviction and tenderness. "They have already found a place in their heart for you. Can you deny them the love and care they deserve? They've chosen us, and it's our responsibility to provide them with a safe and loving home."

"I had a pretty good example that I indeed can deny them the love and care they deserve," he chuckled dryly, petting the kitten on the head with his thumb. "Did they really pick you or you just found it and snatched it from the streets?"

Hawks' lips curled into a gentle smile, his heart warmed by the sight of the tiny bundle of fluff in Dabi's palm. "I saw this little one almost drowning in a puddle," he recounted softly, his voice tinged with a mix of compassion and determination. "They were so small, and with the heavy rain today, I couldn't bear to leave them to fend for themselves. As a pro hero, it's my duty to save lives, whether they be humans or animals," Keigo continued, his eyes shining with sincerity. "This little kitten needed someone to lend a helping hand, and I couldn't ignore their plea for help. They needed a chance at life, and I couldn't turn away."

"God, you make me sick with all the hero talk. 'I saved it from drowning' wasn't enough? I didn't need this whole speech they teached you in school or something," Touya said with a disgusted grimace, still stroking the kitten's head. "They can stay until they're better. After that, you'll find them home."

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As the days passed, Keigo couldn't help but smile in quiet contentment, observing Dabi's interactions with the little feline. He cherished the moments they spent together, watching as their bond grew stronger with each passing day.

However, as time went on, Keigo's busy schedule began to catch up with him once again. Overworking himself had become an all-too-familiar routine, and one morning, he woke up to find that he had overslept. Panic set in when he realized that it was already half past 8am, and he hurriedly got out of bed, determined to get ready for the day.

His heart skipped a beat as he scanned the room, his eyes searching for the little kitten. But to his immense surprise, the little feline was nowhere to be found. His heart sank, worry gnawing at his thoughts as he wondered where the kitten could have gone. Had he gotten out of the room somehow? Did he need help?

Dabi slept peacefully until he heard Keigo running around like a headless chicken. He was laying on his belly with arms crossed under his head, but soon Keigo's thrashing around pissed him off. "Did you fucking lost your head or something?! Get to bed or go to your fucking job and let me sleep!” He groaned not even raising his head.

"Kitty! He's gone! Move your ass and help me look for him!"

Dabi just raised his head and there was the kitten, sleeping quietly on his pillow in his arms. "Happy now? Can you be quiet now?"

Relief washed over Keigo as he discovered the little kitten snuggled comfortably with Dabi. His initial shock quickly gave way to a mixture of exasperation and affection. He scolded Dabi, "My God, don't do that again!" Keigo chided, but a soft smile softened his reprimand. He couldn't help but feel grateful that the kitten was safe and sound, finding comfort in Dabi's presence.

Sitting on the edge of the bed, Keigo observed the endearing scene before him. The kitten yawned, its tiny eyes blinking open. In response, the little feline snuggled even closer to Dabi, seeking warmth and affection.

Keigo's heart swelled with tenderness as he watched the bond between Dabi and the kitten. It was clear that they had grown fond of each other, and he couldn't help but feel a sense of gratitude for this newfound addition to their home. As he reached out to gently stroke the kitten's soft fur, he couldn't help but marvel at how this little creature had brought even more warmth and love into their lives. "Today I'll speak with one girl who is interested in taking him home."

"Cool. You gotta tell her the offer isn't up to anymore," Dabi shrugged and nuzzled his nose against the kitten's head. "Sucks to be her, but he isn't going anywhere."

Keigo's frown deepened as he rose from the bed, his voice tinged with a mix of frustration and disappointment. "Wait a second. You were the one who didn't want to deal with the cat," he pointed out, his annoyance evident in his tone. "I've already made all the arrangements, man, and the girl from the other city is coming to pick him up."

"I don't care, I am not giving him away. I can even scare her off if needed," Touya summed up. "He's staying with us."

Keigo's voice carried a mix of confusion and frustration as he confronted Dabi about his change of heart. "Why did you change your mind, huh?" he asked, his tone tinged with exasperation. "You were so adamant that we didn't need a cat, that he couldn't stay with us. And now, you don't want to give him away?"

"No," Dabi said, simply hugging the kitten. "I'll burn anyone who will try to take my boy away, even you, chicken brain," Dabi warned and like nothing would ever happen he got comfortable and attempted to get some more sleep.

"So he's your boy already, huh? Oh, Touya, you're such a softie."

"I am a softie and you are late. Get the fuck out."

As Keigo smiled to himself, he couldn't help but feel a sense of warmth and contentment in his heart. Before leaving the room, he leaned down and planted a soft kiss on Dabi's cheek, the gesture filled with affection and appreciation. "My little softie," he teased gently, a playful glint in his eyes.

With a parting glance at the adorable scene before him, Keigo left the apartment, giving Dabi some space to think about their decision.

The kitten, seemingly awakened by the gentle exchange, let out another adorable yawn before stretching its tiny body. It looked up at Dabi with its innocent eyes, seemingly unfazed by the potential changes in its living situation. Playfully, it tapped Dabi's nose with its little paw, as if to say, "Hey, I'm here, and I love you too!"

Dabi hummed and opened one eye. "Oh? Are you hungry, little one? Are you?" He asked, nuzzling his nose against the kitten's head and kissing it.

With newfound energy, the kitten hopped off the bed, its tiny form brimming with friskiness and curiosity. It trotted towards the kitchen through the open door, meowing occasionally.

A little reluctantly, Dabi got up from bed and followed the little kitten to the kitchen. There, he grabbed him and lifted him onto the counter to feed him. "We need to give you a name. You can't be a kitten all the time."

The kitty meowed loudly, instantly rubbing his chin over Dabi's palm, purring.

He put some of the cat food into a bowl. "Eat up, little buddy.'

Kitty sat by the bowl and quickly finished his meal, purring.

Dabi looked at kitten and booped his little nose. "How about Nori? Do you like it?"

The kitty purred loudly, trying his best to climb Dabi's shoulder.

"I'll take it as a yes," Touya simply picked the kitten up and helped him on his shoulder. "Comfortable?"

As the tiny kitten settled comfortably on Dabi's shoulder, he seemed to find a sense of security and peace. He curled up into a ball, content in his new perch, and within moments, his little body relaxed into slumber. The rhythmic rise and fall of his breath against Dabi's neck created a soothing melody, and the soft purring sound further affirmed his trust and affection for his human companion.

Dabi smiled, at least now he could go back to sleep, so that's exactly what he did.

He returned to the bedroom and carefully laid back down, taking Keigo’s pillow to rest his head on.

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pleathewrites · 1 month

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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.

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thesakuragarnet · 6 months

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Pillow Talk

Summary: Toya is finally ready to take his and Hawks' relationship to the next level. (Another oneshot in my Civilian Social Worker Toya X Pro Hero Hawks AU timeline)

THIS WORK IS 18+ ONLY! S3XUAL TAGS WILL BE HIDDEN BELOW THE KEEP READING BUTTON!

Non-Spicy Tags: smut, DabiHawks, Civilian Social Worker Toya X Pro Hero Hawks, swearing, making out, fluff, Keigo is a good significant other, they are so in love it's disgusting

Word Count: 2,757 words

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Spicy Tags: first time bl0wjobs, explicit s3xual content, one partner is experienced/one partner is a virgin, consent is sexy, healthy communication is sexy, sub bottom Dabi, dom top Hawks, praise k!nk, handj0bs, aftercare, c0me swallowing, slight body worship, enthusiastic consent, feathers & featherplay

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“Fucking shit!” Toya shouts as he rushes back into the kitchen, realizing he completely forgot to take the lasagna out of the oven. The one night he wanted to cook dinner for his boyfriend, he’d gotten distracted by a work call and left the food in too long. Keigo would be off shift any minute, meaning he’d be walking in the door seconds after. It was the first time he was spending the night over at Toya’s apartment, and his attempt at a good impression was already slipping through the cracks.

Toya had wanted so badly to be a hero…to be like Keigo. But…that was unrealistic. So he was forced to take the only other route that appealed to him: social work. He got kids out of homes that mimicked his own growing up. He took medication to quell his Quirk. He met Keigo in an alleyway after he had saved him from a mugger, and Kei had walked him home. They became friends…and then…after a year…something more. They weren’t official yet…mainly because Toya didn’t want his father to find out. After all, he worked closely with Hawks. They’d been dating in secret for about three months, and, finally, Toya had invited him to come over for dinner and stay the night.

“No, no, no!” Toya hisses as he reaches for the oven door without thinking and grabs the side of the tray with bare hands.

“FUCK!” He screams as he immediately drops the scorching hot dish, and it shatters on the floor, sending splats of lasagna all over his nice button-up shirt and pants; shards of porcelain fly everywhere. Toya’s heart sinks to the depths of hell as he hears Keigo turning the key he gave him into the door, and he freezes.

“T? I heard a crash, is everything oka-?” Keigo’s concerned voice stops short as he walks in and sees Toya standing agitated in the kitchen, completely covered in splashes of sauce like a crime scene. Keigo quietly closes the door and clasps a hand over his mouth, as if trying not to laugh. Toya’s face turns bright red.

“I’m sorry! I’m sorry! I was just trying to make dinner, and I got distracted,” Toya mutters in agitation and embarrassment as he ducks down, disappearing behind the bar as he attempts to pick up the broken dish without slicing his fingers open. He winces as he feels the burns on his hands, though it doesn’t hold a candle to the pain he could feel while using his own Quirk. Keigo walks around the bar into the kitchen, and his eyes widen when he sees the extent of the damage.

“Here. I got it. I got it,” Keigo offers, picking up some of the broken shards. He sharply inhales when he sees the dark burns forming on Toya’s hands.

“Toya! Go run your hands under the water! What are you doing?!” He gasps, and Toya blinks, realizing the extent of the scalding from the dish. The flame Quirk-user gulps and nods, dropping the few pieces he picked up and running to the sink, flipping on the cold water.

“If you wanna go jump in the shower, I can get all this cleaned up and order us something to eat instead. You don’t have to dress all fancy. I’m probably going to go ahead and change out of my Hero suit,” Keigo says with a warm smile that touches Toya to his core. Nervous out of his mind, Toya nods and hurriedly makes his way to his bedroom, keeping his head down as he leaves Kei in the kitchen.

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Toya sighs as he stares into the bathroom mirror, drying the last droplets of water from his hair. He hoped he hadn’t fucked everything up. He pulls on one of his old grunge band T-shirts and gray sweatpants before walking back out of his bathroom, out of the bedroom, and down the hall to his living room. He stops in the doorway when he sees Keigo facing the other direction in nothing but bright red boxers, his Hero suit discarded and hanging off the edge of the sofa. Toya’s face flushes as his boyfriend stretches, exposing all of the rippling muscles in his back. He flexes his arms in the stretch, highlighting his defined biceps, making Toya feel even fainter. He wants nothing more than for Keigo to wrap those big strong arms around him. Admittedly, it makes him feel a little self-conscious. He absentmindedly rubs his own forearms, wishing that he had an ounce of upper body strength. How could Keigo, with the sun-kissed skin and body of a Greek god, love some pasty, thin weakling like him? Yet, here he was. Keigo turns around to dig into his duffel, revealing his toned pecs and rock-hard abs, and Toya can’t tear his eyes away. Unconsciously, he bites his lip, trying not to drool over the sight…that is…until Keigo looks up and realizes he’s being watched. Toya practically trips over his own feet as he straightens up and clears his throat, trying to act natural.

“Food’s on the way!” Keigo beams as he slips on a gray athletic T-shirt and a pair of plaid pajama pants. “Are your hands okay?”

Toya gulps and nods, feeling his palms get sweaty.

“Yeah. Just stung a bit,” He coughs, walking over to the couch as Keigo plops down on it, slinging his duffel back to the ground and opening his arms, beckoning Toya to join him. A small smile crawls across the social worker’s face as he snuggles up into his boyfriend’s arms, which wrap around him almost instantly. He feels incredibly safe with Keigo…safer than he’s ever felt in his entire life.

“Thank you,” Toya mumbles appreciatively, and Keigo laughs.

“Don’t mention it,” The Pro yawns before kissing the top of his boyfriend’s head. Toya smiles and shuffles closer, wishing he could just stay like this forever. The kind of love that Keigo provided was an unconditional breath of fresh air that he craved his entire life. For a while, he didn’t even believe in that kind of love. Now, he wanted to live in Keigo’s tender embrace.

“How was work?” Keigo asks, his fingers dancing up Toya’s arm.

“Stressful as always. I’m finally hitting a breakthrough though. What about you? How was the twelve hour patrol shift?” Toya replies, and Keigo huffs.

“Twelve hours of helping old ladies cross the street. You’d think they’d learn,” He jokes, flapping his wings two times. A soft, caring smile spreads across Toya’s face as he reaches up and gently runs his fingers through Keigo’s hair. The Pro’s eyes flutter shut, and he leans into the touch.

“So, besides dinner. You have anything else planned for us tonight?” Keigo hums, turning his head to softly press his lips into Toya’s open palm. Toya gulps as his heart skips a beat.

“Well, uh…um…what time is the food getting here?” He stammers, his mind racing. There was more than one reason he wanted this night to go perfect, and he was cursing himself for how long it was taking and how sideways it was going.

“Maybe an hour?” Hawks cocks his head, eyebrows furrowing in thought. Toya chews his bottom lip and sits up straight, feeling sweat bead on his forehead and his palms get clammy.

“I…I’m…I’m ready, Keigo,” The white-haired man stutters, trying his best to keep his voice steady.

“For?” Keigo asks, seeming a bit confused. Toya blinks, staring at him as if he’s waiting for Keigo to figure it out. A few seconds pass by, and then Keigo’s eyes widen.

“ Oh . Really?” He smiles, perhaps a little too eagerly. His wings seem to puff up, and Toya shifts nervously before nodding. They had done the bare minimum of physical intimacy in their relationship; nothing more than making out like high school kids and over-the-pants action. Keigo had a body count; Toya did not, purely because he always feared that level of attachment in relationships. He wasn’t sure if it was a sense of pride or autonomy, but there was something about being completely vulnerable that made his stomach turn. Nonetheless, his heart told him that he was willing to move in that direction with Keigo. Keigo made him feel safe. Keigo made him feel loved. Keigo was different. After all, he’d been surprisingly chill with the boundaries Toya had already put in place.

“Well…what…what exactly are you wanting to do? I only wanna do what you’re comfortable with,” Keigo says earnestly, cracking his back. Toya puts his hands on his knees as he stares into his eyes.

“Uh…well…I…I don’t wanna…I don’t wanna fuck yet. I mean…I do . I’m just…not ready for that yet,” He speaks slowly, carefully thinking over his words.

“But you wanna see if you can work your way up to that?” Keigo raises his eyebrow, and Toya sighs.

“In a way…yeah…let’s just…let’s just see what happens, and if I freak out or don’t like it, then I’ll tell you,” Toya offers, feeling his face get hot. He can’t believe that he’s planning his sex life out loud like it’s another case he’s working. He feels so fucking awkward.

“Sounds good to me,” Keigo murmurs sweetly before kissing Toya on the cheek.

…

They’re in Toya’s bed, stripped down to their boxers, simply passionately kissing as they have been for months. They’re lying on their sides, Keigo’s wing draped protectively over Toya and pulling him in close as Toya’s hands run through Keigo’s hair. Keigo cups the side of Toya’s face as he slips his tongue into his mouth, eliciting a choked whimper from his boyfriend. Slowly, Toya feels Keigo’s hands sinking lower, down his neck, brushing over his chest, slowly down his abdomen…feathers pull off both of their boxers...

“Mmm~” Toya moans into Keigo’s mouth as Keigo gently grips his half-hard cock. He greedily sucks on Keigo’s bottom lip, hands moving from the blonde tangles to the sensitive feathers. Keigo breaks free from the kiss with a lewd sigh, eyelids fluttering as Toya stares at him open-mouthed. Carefully, Keigo starts pumping his hand, and Toya completely submits.

“So good,” Toya whines, relishing in the feeling. Something about Keigo being the one touching him made the sensation infinitely sexier. Keigo smirks devilishly, indulging in the power he has over his boyfriend.

“God, you’re so beautiful,” Keigo huffs, a faint blush spreading across his cheeks as his golden eyes meet Toya’s blazing cerulean. Toya’s breath falters, as if the words shake him to the very core.

“Really?” He sighs, wondering how Keigo, with his incomparable looks, can think that he’s even close to beautiful.

“Really,” Keigo sneers before joining their lips, and, this time, Keigo’s heartbeat skips as Toya’s hand clutches his length. Toya’s hips are moving with a mind of their own as he starts desperately thrusting into Keigo’s hand; strained, high-pitched noises of pleasure muffle in his throat as he traces his tongue along the inside of Keigo’s mouth.

“Fuck, you’re making me feel so good, baby,” Keigo growls between sloppy kisses, and Toya feels primal lust stirring in his gut.

“Keigo, I’m getting close,” Toya whimpers, his thrusts becoming spastic, and Keigo’s gaze darkens. He releases his grip before immediately disappearing beneath the sheets, and Toya’s face changes from confused and disappointed to pure ecstasy as Keigo starts sucking him off. Toya moans his boyfriend’s name over and over as his eyes roll into the back of his head. Within a few moments, his cries of pleasure turn to stutters and end with a sharp gasp. Toya’s fists clench as he spills his load down Keigo’s throat, biting his lip harshly through the orgasm as Keigo licks him clean.

“Fffuuuck,” Toya sighs as the afterglow washes over him, and Keigo climbs back up to be eye level, his cock leaking onto Toya’s stomach.

“C-can I?” Toya stutters dumbly, looking down at Keigo’s dick, and the Hero eagerly nods. Toya takes a deep breath, softly pushing Keigo over to lie down on his back as he slowly moves down.

KNOCK! KNOCK! KNOCK!

“Pizza!”

Toya freezes, but Keigo seems unfazed as a swarm of feathers leaves his wings and slips beneath the crack in the bedroom door.

“I’m taking care of it,” Keigo smirks, and Toya steadies himself, carefully licking at the precum that drips down Keigo’s length. The Hero starts panting, and Toya gazes up at him as he takes him all the way into his mouth. Almost immediately, he reels back, gagging and wiping the water from his eyes.

“You don’t have to take it all if you don’t want to,” Keigo breathes, slightly amused. Wordlessly, Toya slowly sucks him all the way back in, eyes watering as his cheeks hollow out with every movement. Keigo sighs his lover’s name as Toya slowly bobs his head up and down, his own breath staggering at the sight of Kei falling apart because of him.

“You’re doing so good, baby,” Keigo hums, reaching down to run a hand through Toya’s hair. Toya throbs at the praise, and a soft whine stifles in his throat, vibrating around Keigo’s dick.

“Oh, so you like it when I praise you, T? Well, in that case,” Keigo huffs, and two feathers fly free from his wings before tracing across Toya’s cheeks, sweeping his jawline, as if Keigo is caressing the side of his face. “You make me feel things that nobody else can, baby. Keep doing what you’re doing. Fuck , you’re so good.”

Toya’s eyes start welling with a mix of tears from gagging and overactive emotions as he starts bobbing his head faster, trying hard not to melt under the heat of the moment.

“Such a good boy. My good boy. You’re putting me on cloud nine, baby,” Keigo moans, closing his eyes and leaning his head back into the pillow as he feels the approaching climax. Toya is whimpering now, breath hissing out of his nose as he swirls his tongue before pressing it flat up against it. Tears stream down his face as he watches his partner relish in the ecstasy.

“Close, baby. I’m close,” Keigo groans, and Toya pulls back, suckling on just the tip.

“ Fuck ,” Keigo sputters as he spills into Toya’s mouth. Toya closes his eyes, delicately swirling his tongue until his boyfriend stops twitching. He removes his lips with a slick pop, swallowing before wiping the mix of drool and precome off of his chin and blinking away the residual tears.

“Did…did I do okay?” Toya mumbles as if he’s ashamed, leaning back to sit on his knees. He knows Keigo has had other partners, and, with his inexperience, he can’t help but be worried about Keigo drawing comparisons. He knows he shouldn’t…but…he’s spent his whole life feeling like he isn’t good enough.

“Okay? Touya that was fucking amazing,” Keigo chuckles as he sits up, basking in the afterglow.

“Are you hungry?”

…

The lovers lie in bed, watching the credits to Thor: Ragnarok with an empty pizza box between them. Toya reaches over, grabbing the remote and switching off the television while Keigo’s feathers send the pizza box to the trash can and turn off the light. His wings immediately envelop Toya, who promptly snuggles up close to him, burying his face in Keigo’s pecs.

“I love you,” Keigo whispers, and Toya can’t help but grin. He’d heard him say it for the first time last week, and it still gave him butterflies every time.

“I love you, too,” Toya mumbles, focusing on the feeling of Kei’s feathers on his back.

“And you promise you were okay with everything we did today? Everything I did? And you? I don’t ever want you to feel forced to do anything, Toya. I want you to know you don’t have to reciprocate if you aren’t ready to take that step," Keigo murmurs sweetly before kissing the top of his head.

“Yeah, Kei. It was…fun, I guess. I’m…I’m not sure what to call it, but I liked it,” Toya yawns, wrapping his arms around Keigo to pull him closer.

“Good, I had fun, too. Do you want me to stick around for breakfast tomorrow? I wasn’t sure if you had plans, and I don’t want to overstay my welcome,” Keigo stammers, almost sounding nervous.

“Stay as long as you want, Birdbrain,” Toya smirks as he feels himself drifts off to sleep.

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'' you kissed me first. '' '' i definitely didn't. '' and '' can we do it again? '' with dabihawks

It’s a Tattoo Artist/Flower Shop AU! No quirks! No bad stuff! Woohoo!

Also I never got to include this detail in the writing but imagine Hawks’ wings are a large back piece thank you

🌻🌻🌻

Dabi glanced at the clock as he pinned a ribbon on one of the last boutonnières for this weekend’s wedding. The clock was right over the door and said it was 10 minutes until closing.

And of course the door opened. “Hey, we’re about to close—“ Dabi began, but paused upon seeing a familiar face walk in.

“Heyo. My shop just closed up and I wanted to see how your newest piece was healing up.”

Dabi’s most recent tattoo artist walked in through the door. The blonde one who licked his lips while he concentrated on line work. The hot one who laughed at his dry jokes. A pleasant surprise in some aspects, sure— especially him remembering where Dabi works— but he couldn’t have come while Dabi was actually willing to talk to customers? “You could’ve just DMed me, you know,” Dabi remarked as he adjusted the angle of the boutonnière’s rosebud.

“That feels so impersonal, dontcha think?” Of course he had some sort of quippy reply.

“You’re lucky I don’t have any customers right now—“

“Who’s to say I’m not also a customer?”

“Really?” Dabi played along, “You got someone to get flowers for?”

The tattoo artist made his way toward Dabi, resting his arms on the counter, “Can’t a guy get some flowers for himself?”

“I guess—“

“Seriously, man, I’ll at least patronize the shop so I’m not loitering,” he smirked, “But I do wanna see the piece.”

Dabi sighed, put the flowers down, and rolled up the sleeve of his sweatshirt so it went above his elbow, “You into looking at peeling skin or something?” Dabi teased.

The guy’s hot. He’s hot as shit. This is a weird request but god damn is the guy hot, so Dabi will at least humor him. His left arm’s tattoos were revealed, including the black work rhododendron under his elbow that was just done a few days ago.

“Wouldn’t you like to know?” They made eye contact and the tattoo artist raised his eyebrows. He’s flirting.

He gestured at Dabi’s arm and asked, “May I?” Seeking permission to touch to inspect further.

“Yeah, uh—“ Dabi is just now realizing he doesn’t know this guy’s name. He contacted the studio with the tattoo request and they gave said request to this guy, and he didn’t bother to ask his name during the session.

“Hawks.”

“Hawks?”

“Everyone calls me that.”

At least he spared Dabi the embarrassment.

Hawks carefully took Dabi’s arm and brushed his fingers across the inked skin… he wasn’t just looking at his own work, was he?

Dabi watched Hawks study him and felt every single stroke of Hawks’ fingers. The tenderness was intimate and sexy. “Hm,” Hawks paused by Dabi’s wrist, grazing his palm with his fingertips, “Do the numerals mean anything?”

Dabi knew which tattoos he was referring to.

VIII XXIII

XII VI

VII I

I VI

They were in a column down his wrist. “They’re uh,” he’s almost sheepish admitting it, “They’re family birthdays. The family that matters, anyway.”

Hawks didn’t stop brushing his skin, “That’s sweet, actually.”

“Yeah?”

Hawks moved his hand further up Dabi’s palm, “Really. It’s subtle and genuinely nice.”

“That’s kind of you to say.”

“Well I wanna be nice to someone so pretty,” Did… did he just wink?

Dabi took a shot in the dark and gently laced his tattooed fingers between Hawks’. “Pretty?” He playfully asked for clarification— or more compliments.

Their eyes met and Dabi could feel the tension in the air like a sudden gust of wind. Hawks wasn’t retracting his hand. “I know we don’t really know each other or anything like that,” Hawks began, going back and forth between looking at Dabi’s eyes and hand, “But I got a confession.”

“Yeah?”

“I thought this would be a better way to get your number instead of combing through the network of clients.”

“Really now?” Dabi smirked.

“Heh, yeah,” Hawks, still holding Dabi’s hand, sheepishly admitted, “You’ve been running through my mind the past few days. You were quite a challenge for me to ink, you know?”

“Was I now?” No artist has ever complained about Dabi during sessions in the past.

“Took a lot for me to focus on the work instead of you,” Hawks flirted.

Dabi smirked again, leaning closer over the counter, “I’m honored.”

It was quiet for a bit as they held the other’s hand and just looked at each other. They were both holding their breath.

Hawks kept glancing at Dabi’s lips.

Was he really going to do this? The signs are all here. They barely know each other, though, as Hawks just said a few moments ago… but that doesn’t necessarily mean this is wrong.

In a flash, their lips were together. They were both leaning over the counter, keeping the sparks flying even as their backs strained.

There’s something so enticing about sharing a passionate kiss with someone you barely know.

There’s something so electrifying about having to climb on furniture to get a better angle-- that’s what Hawks was doing as he maneuvered himself on the counter to be on his knees, gaining some sort of higher ground as he took Dabi’s face in his hands, bringing them together once more with a devilish smirk.

Hands were in hair and gripping to the cotton of t-shirts and hums of pleasure were muffled against the other until Hawks pushed a bit too hard, nearly collapsing into Dabi. Dabi’s got decent reflexes, though, and caught Hawks, hands under his thighs, gripping the denim to keep him secure, and Hawks instinctively wrapped his legs around Dabi’s hips.

“Heh,” Dabi smirked himself, pondering the possibilities in his mind like he was playing a game of chess, “I haven’t even taken you out to dinner.”

“Hey, you kissed me first,” Hawks teased.

“I definitely didn’t,” Dabi teased back, meeting Hawks’ amber eyes.

There was silence for a few seconds. They could feel the heat from each other in the small gap that separated their lips. Hawks broke the tension by shyly asking “Can we do it again?”

“Absolutely.”

Dabi agreed with no hesitation, gripping Hawks’ legs again, making him push into Dabi again, their bodies flush as they continued to kiss… and kiss… and kiss…

#my fanfic writing #my writing #dabihawks #dabihawks fluff #dabihawks flower shop au #flower shop au #tattoo artist au #dabihawks fanfic #dabihawks fic #bnha fanfiction #todoroki touya #touya todoroki #dabi x hawks #keigo takami #takami keigo

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munchcorner · 2 years

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Since Hawks began working, the commission instructed him to write a will. It was to avoid complications if he ever ends up dying while working. But Hawks never wrote one because he didn't have anyone give to write to. That's until he met Dabi.

After falling in love with Dabi, Hawks started thinking of what to write on his will. He created two copies, one he'd give to the commission and one for Dabi. The one for the commission states that Dabi will own everything Hawks will leave behind. But in Dabi's copy, Hawks wrote the address of their dream house.

Hawks even had a letter hidden inside their house if they didn't get to see it together. But years later, Hawks realized he didn't need those advanced preparations because now, they're both moving into their house. The home where they can start anew with their future family.

#dabihawks fluff #dabi x hawks #dabihawks #hawks x dabi #touya x keigo #keigo x touya #toukei #bnha hotwings

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freedom-of-speech333 · 5 months

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Hold Me Close (Part Three)

“Your report confirms what you told us before. The MLA will attack several Hero Agencys in two months time, as the cherry tree’s bloom. At your suggestion, we have formed an elite group of Hero’s and interns to mount a defensive take down in one month. Is there any other information you wish to impart, Pro Hero Hawks?”

“No, Director. Nothing else to impart.” Hawks said, feet shoulder with apart and arms folded behind him. He stared at an empty space above the Secretary’s chair. He was merely a figure piece, a tool for them to use.

“Very well, we thank you for your selfless service. You may leave now.”

Read the rest on AO3:

#dabi #touya todoroki #keigo takami #hawks #hotwings #gay fanfiction #dabihawks fanfiction #dabihawks #dabihawks fluff

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mielplante · 11 months

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hotwings kissing to cope with the latest mha chapters ah-ah

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iheartdabihawks · 2 months

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i love seeing posts where its dabi and hawks but its switched in a way where

people think dabi is the stone cold silent type while hawks talks talks talks and loves people when IN REALITY

dabi his theater kid attention lacking ass goes public w his shit and is a dramatic mf while

hawks has been shoved in the spotlight too often too much and needs to be nonverbal sometimes and genuinely hates doing flashy things because its too much work

que dabi mumbling to hawks about the shit he went through when he was homeless like "this drunk girl just kept crying on me!" and hawks laying on dabi on tummy cooing to show hes listening <333

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sparkles-and-trash · 8 months

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Touya is the king of sneaky kindness.

To be fair he had to be, Keigo being his boyfriend and all.

It was a bit of a sore spot, just how little Keigo knew about living a normal life, so Touya had to get creative.

Whenever Keigo gets sent to the grocery store, Touya always makes sure to write the grocery list in order with the layout of the grocery store so he knows Keigo doesn’t have to feel lost and stupid.

Whenever Touya has to spend a day outside of the apartment and Keigo has a day off, he makes sure to have some chores for Keigo lined up, making sure he doesn’t feel like he’s sitting around being useless.

When they’re out eating at restaurants, Touya always makes sure to check their menues up front, so he knows that they have options for Keigo’s preferred diet.

Keigo still carries some shame about that, but they’re working on it.

Whenever Keigo gets really comfortable and lets his bird instincts out, like his bird noises and wing movements to convey emotion, Touya knows exactly what they mean, and responds to it like he would normal speech.

He only jokes lightheartedly about the molting, because he knows that if he didn’t say anything at all that would be way more suspisious.

Because when it comes to them, banter and lighthearted insults are just another part of their love language.

Just like Touya’s secret kindness.

In reality, it’s not half the secret Touya thinks it is, Keigo is nothing if not observant, but he appreciates it so much that he will never have the heart to let on that he knows.

At least for the time being.

#dabihawks #toukei #dabihawks fluff #Hawks #Dabi #touya todoroki #Keigo takami #Dabi x Hawks #Hawks x Dabi #touya x keigo #Keigo x Touya #mha #bnha #my hero academia #boku no hero academia

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werewolfnightwalker · 3 months

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De-aged Keigo

Part two!

The whole League stared as Dabi stepped through the villa's front door, his arms protectively wrapped around his cargo.

"What have you got there, Dabi?" Compress asked.

"The hell does it look like?" Dabi snapped back, tightening his arm around the bedraggled, winged boy in his arms as he stomped the snow off his boots, "It's Hawks."

"Uh… Hawks is a grown man, bro!" Twice pointed out.

"Thanks, Sherlock, I didn't realize." Dabi stopped just inside the living room, keeping his distance from the others, "He got hit by a de-aging Quirk while we were out. It's not going to last forever, but for the moment our little birdie is three years old." He looked down at the boy in his arms, his heart twinging.

Hawks was clinging to him like he was terrified of being put down, his face buried in Dabi's collar and clawed hands fisted in the back of his jacket. Even now that they were inside, the pitiful thing was shivering violently. Although his eyes were closed, his whole body was tense, alert; he was pretending to sleep, and Dabi assumed it was to avoid having to meet the others.

He couldn't say he blamed him; it had been difficult to get him to trust him when the Quirk first hit him, an hour or so ago. Hawks had panicked and ran away from him, only to faint once he got outside, from- as far as Dabi could figure out- a mix of hunger and the cold. Dabi had picked him up from there, and spent the whole walk back reassuring him that he was a friend. When he mentioned getting Hawks some food, the kid had finally seemed to give up struggling.

Good to know his younger self was as much of a glutton as his adult self, Dabi had mused. Now, he strode past everyone and made for the kitchen, shouldering the door open.

"Wait, where are you going? I wanna see him!" Toga cried, and Dabi felt Hawks flinch.

"Keep your voice down and your hands to yourself." He snapped over his shoulder, "I'm getting him some food. If you want to be useful, go get me some warm clothes he can wear."

He ignored Toga's grumbling as he slipped into the kitchen, kicking the door shut behind him. "Hey, little bird." He spoke softly as he looked down at his armload, "We're alone now, you can stop faking. I'm going to put you down, okay?" That said, he stepped up to the counter and gently lowered Hawks onto it, until his rump hit the granite countertop. He tried to move away, but Hawks held fast, letting out a shaky whimper.

"Cold-" He gasped, gilded eyes flying open in panic.

For some reason, Dabi couldn't stop himself from immediately pulling him back into his arms. "Alright, alright." He sighed as Hawks melted against him again. He… supposed he could make something to eat like this. He adjusted Hawks onto his hip and went to the pantry to see what they had. "How does ramen sound?" He asked.

Hawks didn't answer, but Dabi pulled two of the instant cups out and put them on the counter. He had to tear the top off with his teeth, but it was easy to turn the sink on and stick the cup under it to fill it. He stuck the cup in the microwave and stepped back, leaning on the counter to wait.

"You okay, birdie?" He asked, glancing down into the fluffy head of hair on his shoulder.

Hawks made a sad warbling sound, his wings fluffing and settling. "I'm okay." He mumbled, just as his stomach growled loudly.

"Uh-huh. Just hang on, food's cooking." Dabi promised, glancing up as he heard the door open. Twice, Spinner, and Toga were peering at them through a crack in the door. Dabi bared his teeth at them, but the numbskulls didn't seem to get the clear "fuck off" message.

"Hiii, Hawksie!" Toga cooed. Hawks turned his head to peer at her, his hand fisting on Dabi's shoulder. He didn't answer her, but Dabi didn't step in, waiting to see what he'd do.

"Oh… he's precious! I wanna eat him!" Twice gasped.

Hawks whimpered at that, his wings bushing and curling around him. "No one is eating you, birdie." Dabi assured him, just as the microwave went off. He stood up and pulled the cup out before grabbing a fork and stirring it. He tore the flavor packet open, once again with his teeth, and added it before giving it another stir. "Okay, here, bug. Eat." He pushed the cup into his hand before adjusting his grip on him.

"How come you get to hold him?" Twice complained.

"Because I'm not creeping on him while he's trying to eat." Dabi huffed.

"Dabi's warm." Hawks mumbled into his noodles, surprising Dabi and the others.

"Exactly." Dabi said smugly, "You lot scram, let the kid eat in peace." He walked over to the door and forced it shut with his boot, ignoring their complaints as he looked down at Hawks. "Enjoying your noodles, birdie?"

"Mhm." Hawks gulped up a mouthful, before twirling another portion onto his fork and holding it up, offering it to Dabi.

Dabi dutifully leaned in and took the bite, slurping the noodles into his mouth loudly.

To Dabi's amazement, Hawks giggled, before seeming startled by his own action. He fluffed his wings and looked away, like he was embarrassed, but Dabi watched him as he took another bite of noodles and 𝘴𝘭𝘶𝘶𝘶𝘳𝘱𝘦𝘥 them up, too.

After a few more bites, he glanced at Dabi again. "Who are they?" He asked.

"Who?"

"The girl, and the man in the mask, and the turtle?"

"He's a lizard." Dabi corrected.

"Are they your friends?"

"Uh… in a sense." He wasn't about to tell a kid they were a bunch of villains, now was he? "What about you? You got any friends?"

Hawks didn't answer right away, raising the cup and gulping down the broth. Dabi just waited, moving to open and prep the other instant cup. He had filled it with water and jammed it in the microwave by the time Hawks finished.

"I have one." He said at last.

His doll, Dabi guessed; he'd seen the ragged, old thing one of the times they'd spent the night at his apartment. He'd made his distaste for the thing a little too obvious, so Hawks had shoved into his closet and apologized, explaining that it was just sentimental.

"Yeah? What's their name?" He asked, anyways.

Hawks cooed, before the noise morphed into a yawn. His wings arched and quivered as his mouth stretched wide. He slumped back onto Dabi's shoulder, scrubbing at suddenly sleepy eyes. Dabi was taking the empty cup away when he spoke. "His name is Touya. He's warm, like you." He mumbled.

Dabi froze, the cup incinerating in his hand in seconds as the fork fell to the floor with a ringing clatter. "Touya, huh?" He repeated weakly, before he swallowed. He didn't think that Hawks- that Keigo- had remembered him at all. "Is he a good friend?"

"Mhm." Keigo hummed as the microwave went off, "I think I love him."

Touya thought he forgot how to breathe, his mind flashing through unwanted memories, both ancient and recent. "Well… I'm sure he loves you, too."

End.

A/N: Thank you for reading! I love childhood friends AUs. ^w^ There's a part 2 to this that I'll upload tomorrow, but until then, consider leaving me a tip so I can get my name changed!

#dabihawks #toukei #childhood friends au #dabihawks fluff #conans writing #long post #hawks #keigo takami #touya todoroki #mha dabi #bnha dabi #bnha hawks #mha hawks

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artilespema · 9 months

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I love them

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kretavocato · 8 months

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INSPIRED BY TS7 (AKA THE LOVER ALBUM)

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pleathewrites · 1 month

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bellow the fire into my deadened lungs

chapter 2 excerpt — mother/son reunion read full story here

After 3 weeks of playing house with Keigo, Shouto asks, “Touya-nii. I have the day off today, and I want to take you somewhere. Will you come?”

Touya’s arm suspends in the air as he looks at Shouto like he’s lost his mind, mid-bite of his lunch, “I’m... literally a wanted criminal?”

Shouto studies his face for a moment, blank mismatched eyes not giving away a thought, before he says, “Your hair has grown and you've washed most of the dye out. ‘Dabi-the-Villain’ isn't known for an inverted balayage. The rest can be covered with a face mask and sunglasses. Wear one of Hawks-san’s hoodies.”

Touya hums, suspicious at the adamancy that his brother is showing, “Where are you trynna take me, Shou?”

“It’s a surprise.”

“Fuck off,” Touya barks a laugh, biting into the sandwich he’s halfway done with.

“Touya,” Shouto steps in front of him, and his eyes narrow, “I know you just got better, but don’t make me knock you out.”

“Not very heroic of ya, baby bro,” Touya stuffs the last remaining bite in his mouth, the stretch straining his staples a bit, but nothing he can’t usually handle.

“Yes, well,” Shouto smirks, evilly, “I’d argue it’s actually pretty on-point with the current state of hero society today. Wouldn’t you think?”

Touya just pinches the bridge of his nose with two fingers. He can’t believe his brother grew up like this — he reminds him of himself.

‘He’s a little asshole.’

“Fine.”

They successfully manage to get into a taxi without raising any suspicions, probably because their taxi driver keeps raving how his brother, “Really saved my ass the other day, kid, you’re going to be a great hero! Your friend, though, he’s a bit… abrasive, but he seems like he has the potential to be a good guy. Saves people with a frown on his face, but doesn’t make too much of a mess. The green-guy, though — ‘Deku’, I think? Don’t get me wrong, he’s very strong! But the crying is a bit… Well, you’re all still kids.”

However, when the car stops and Touya sees exactly where his brother has taken him, his flight-or-set-himself-on-fire instincts start to kick in.

“Shou, what the fuck.”

Shouto grabs his hand and hauls him out of the cab, his strength non-comparable to Touya’s, and he is not going to burn his brother again — not after seeing the healed over mess Shouto’s stupidly heroic actions cost him.

“We’re going.”

Touya digs his feet into the concrete, “What the fuck — No, she’s going to — ”

“ — She deserves to know. You deserve to see her.”

Touya deflates.

Before he knows it, they’re both standing in front of a white door with his mother’s name engraved across a gold plaque.

“She’s gonna hate me.”

Shouto shakes his head, “She talks about you all the time, Touya-nii. She mourns you, all the time.”

Touya pinches his nose in frustration, “I’m not the son she mourns, anymore. Don’t you get that?”

“Yeah,” Shouto says stubbornly, “The son she mourns doesn’t exist because he’s literally not dead,” his brother knocks on the door before Touya even has a chance to change his mind.

A slightly muffled, painfully familiar, high-toned, “It’s open,” comes from the other side, and Shouto slides the door open and pushes Touya inside.

Touya freezes.

His mother doesn’t look a day older than when he’d last seen her, over a decade ago, but at the same time, she doesn’t look like his mother at all.

This woman sits on a slightly messy bed with her feet propped up and ankles crossed, reading some brightly colored book, wearing oversized clothing with her white hair twisted in some kind of clip.

This woman is relaxed. She’s content, happy, and comfortable.

Her shoulders have sloped down, no longer carrying a burdened fear.

“Oh?” She puts down her book and starts to lift herself off her bed, “Shouto, you brought a new friend?”

“Sort of.”

Touya can’t take this. His hands are sweating in the pockets of his hoodie and his heart is beating so loud in his ears, every sound dulling into an underwater muffle.

“Are you alright, dear?” His mother’s face is suddenly so close to his. Her eyebrows are tilted up in concern — such fucking familiar concern — and Touya notices the small gathering of crows-feet at the end of her eyes she’s accumulated this past decade.

His hands are moving, one pulling the face mask down and the other taking the sunglasses off. He clutches the items in his hands, needing something to hold onto as his mother’s grey eyes widen at the sight of his face.

Her mouth gapes and something inside Touya’s chest absolutely breaks, ‘I knew it, I fucking knew it, she’s horrified, disgusted, I’m disgusting, I knew it, no, I knew it —’

Cool and soft pressure on his cheeks interrupts his thoughts, a thumb trembling across the staples under his eyes, “Touya?” his mother’s voice is a breath in disbelief, that same thumb traveling to the side of his nose.

Touya had never put his nose studs back in.

He doesn’t even register the clatter of sunglasses dropping to the floor as his own scarred hands encircle his mother’s wrists, his throat feeling so fucking dry as he cracks out, “Hey, Mama.”

His mother wails in absolute glee, “Touya!” and engulfs him in the coolest hug that ever warmed his core.

Peals of laughter ring in his ear, and the side of a wide smile presses against the healthy skin of his cheek, his mother praising the gods — "thank you, thank you, oh, Gods, thank you for bringing him back to me, my baby!" — and tears drip onto his neckline.

When his mother pulls back, her hands return to cup the scarred skin of his face, and her broken heart reflects so clearly in her expression, “Oh, Gods, what has he done to you? What... have I let this world turn you into?”

Touya’s mouth gapes at the admission.

He has never outwardly blamed his mother for any of Enji’s actions, for what this world has twisted him into, but the smallest and ugliest parts of him would hate his mother in the dead of the night for the slightest second, his inner child pleading, ‘Why didn’t she protect me? Why does no one care enough?’

He’s older now. He knows exactly what constant abuse does to the mind, knows that escape is never so black and white, and usually feels downright impossible, but that part of him — the part of him that was abandoned by his mother, ignored and told to keep quiet, it latches to his heart like a parasite in the worst of moments.

“Mama,” He starts, “It’s not your fault.”

His mother smiles at him sadly, so fucking sadly, “Whose fault is it, if not the ones that were supposed to dedicate their lives to your protection?”

His mouth wobbles in the telltale sign of his body trying to cry, but his melted tear ducts only allow the seams under his eyes to stretch and split over his staples, and he feels the drops of wet and hot blood trail down his face, “Ma…”

Delicate and cold fingers try to wipe away the blood that drips down her son’s face, ending in translucent smears across pinked and purpled flesh.

“I should have left. I should have kicked up a fuss and gone to every police and news station and demanded help.”

Touya only shakes his head, “They wouldn’t have listened.”

“Well, I should have tried, Touya!” His mother cries and grabs his shoulders, her head hanging in shame, “Words… There aren’t enough to describe how sorry I am,” When she looks back up at him, Touya’s throat constricts at the look of desperation that’s etched into his mother’s face, “I will carry my failed responsibility till the day I die. I will be sorry to my grave, and even beyond that.”

The mention of ‘failure’ triggers something in Touya, something that urges him to fix this mood, tend to his mother’s sadness, soothe her, “I don’t blame you, Ma,” He lies, “I forgive you, alrigh’?” Anything to ease that agonized expression off his mother’s face.

His mother starts to violently shake her head, “Don’t ever burden yourself with forgiving me, my son — my precious, wonderful boy.” Even against the deadened skin of his neck, he feels his mother’s cool touch, “I will love you anyway. I will be here for you, always.”

Hearing his mother tell him that she still loves him, after all this time, after failing, after murder and villainy, revives a part of his heart he thought long-dead, “I love you, too,” And this time he means it.

His mother smiles, “You can love me and not forgive me.”

“Well, I decide if I forgive you, and I want to.”

She brings him into another hug, “There’s no rush,” and uses all her strength to squeeze his middle, pouring all the love she has through this decade-late touch.

She asks so many questions — ‘How did this happen? Where have you been? Who helped you? Why have you returned? Who else knows?’

“Just a few people. Pro-Hero Hawks, Natsou, Shou.”

His mother’s hand never left his own since they sat down on her bed, “Not Fuyumi?”

Shouto sits on the other side of her, “No. We aren’t sure how she’ll react, if she’ll tell Father. Her intentions are always good, but she’s foolishly naive.”

“Geeze, Shou — a lil’ harsh, don’tcha think?” Not that Touya doesn’t agree but things were different for Fuyumi.

His mother sighs heavily and shakes her head in shame, “I raised Fuyumi all wrong, gave her the worst role model. I’m afraid I’ve turned her into a fixer, and women who try to fix things all the time end up in horrible situations,” She squeezes her sons’ hands and moves her head to look at both of them, “Please, don’t let that mentality consume her. Otherwise, she’ll end up here, same as me and all the other women.”

Touya’s eyebrows furrow, “Other women?”

His mouth lets out a bitter laugh, “Half of the women in here are like me. Wives told they’re hysterical. Women pushed to their breaking point, locked away and not allowed to leave until their husbands sign for their release,” and the way she says the word 'husband’ sounds like poison.

Shouto and Touya share a horrified look, anger kindling within their hearts.

A few hours later, a nurse knocks on the door to remind them that visiting hours are almost over.

Touya puts on his facemask and is about to slip the sunglasses back on when his mother cradles his face again and gently tugs him to bow his head before she presses a hard kiss to his forehead, “Survive. Do what you must. Don’t let them lock you up.”

And even though Touya nods, he’s lying again because he doesn’t know if he can see a way around it anymore, doesn’t know if he’ll ever be allowed freedom for what he’s going to do.

He’s made his decision.

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