#shigadabi fic

[deadboyswalking]

Wait A Minute, Baby, Stay With Me A While

Dabi had always craved affection after sex. He couldn't help it, wanting something so ridiculous and weak when he hooked up with strangers to get off just for the hell of it. He hated that vulnerable, soft part of himself that always came out during sex, but he couldn't stop feeling like he was being torn apart inside as hookup after hookup used his body and then threw him out.

Usually, the hookup would let him use their shower after, and that was when that bullshit hope would settle into his chest. He always showered alone, always cleaned up his partner too to sweeten the deal and to show that he cared in the one way he could, but after the warm bubble of cleanup burst, the hookup would always start making excuses, talking about how "it's getting late" and "I have work in the morning, you better go" and "this was fun, but my real partner is coming over soon."

Dabi's hands would always shake as he pulled his clothes back on and left, out of a warm bed and back to wherever he was currently crashing. He couldn't help the ache inside his chest as yet another person denied him the intimacy he so desperately desired.

He didn't expect anything different the first time he had sex with Shigaraki. Hell, he expected worse as yet another whore fucking their boss, expected to feel twice as worthless as he usually did after a hookup kicked him out (and if he had felt something for Shigaraki even before the sex amplified it and exposed him like a nerve, well, that was his own fucking business). Honestly, he didn't even expect Shigaraki to tolerate Dabi's continued presence as he carefully, gently cleaned all the sweat and cum off and out of the younger man's body. Maybe Shigaraki was still too blissed out to argue, though, and he'd leave Dabi's room as soon as he came back to himself.

Dabi wanted Shigaraki to stay with him for a while.

Dabi didn't know how to ask.

He sat on the other side of his bed and lit a cigarette, waiting for Shigaraki to leave so he could shower and shove that aching vulnerability back down where it belonged.

A cool hand on his back, partially gloved, made him jump, almost choking on the fumes he inhaled.

"Can you chill?" Shigaraki's raspy voice said from right behind him, "Sit still and smoke your nasty cig, I think one of my nails caught a staple."

Dabi did as he said, body frozen in shock as he felt the slight sting of a staple being pushed back into his shoulder.

A pair of chapped lips pressed a soft kiss over the re-secured staple and, oddly enough, Dabi wanted to cry. Stupid sex hormones.

"There, it was just loose," Shigaraki said, "Now lie down."

Dabi whipped around and stared at him; the cigarette turned to ash.

"What? Why?" he croaked. Tomura raised a hairless brow.

"So I can clean you up too?" he replied, as if Dabi was some type of idiot. As if Dabi was the person breaking the unspoken hookup rules.

Dabi scooted down the bed until his head was on his pillow, his eyes never leaving Tomura as the younger man pulled out another couple of wipes from the pack on Dabi's nightstand.

"You're quiet," Shigaraki said as he softly wiped Dabi's face, "And sweaty, gross."

"Can't a man relax?" Dabi half-heartedly shot back. It wasn't his fault that he didn't know what to say or do in uncharted territory like this. He'd never had a partner offer to clean him like this, not even when he bottomed. He had certainly never had a partner who kissed his clean forehead before moving down his body to wipe down his lower half. "You don't need to do that, I can take a shower."

"Lazy ass," Shigaraki clicked his tongue, "Also, now you're acting all shy? Your dick was inside me 10 minutes ago, I think you can handle me cleaning it."

Dabi could do nothing but lie there, pliant, as Shigaraki did what he wanted, even turning over at the other man's insistence so Tomura could clean the scratches he'd clawed into Dabi's back. He felt interest stirring in his cock again as Shigaraki wiped down there, but he didn't really want a second round, he wanted more of Shigaraki's care that he couldn’t ask for. Besides, once Shigaraki was done being weird and soft, he'd leave and Dabi would be alone again.

"Scoot over, I'm cold," Shigaraki grumbled, tossing Dabi's covers back on the bed.

"You're not leaving?" Dabi blurted out, doing as he was told and making room for Shigaraki to wiggle in and cover them both in blankets. The younger man, curled up against his warm side like a reptile, playfully glared at him with those big, pretty eyes from where he rested his head on Dabi's chest.

"Kicking me out already? You're a terrible host."

Shigaraki yawned, snuggled further into the warmth Dabi radiated. Dabi took a risk and ran a hand through his soft hair; Shigaraki hummed at the affection and for once, Dabi felt satisfied and comfortable after sex. Maybe even cared for.

"I'm surprised, that's all, boss," Dabi replied, "Didn't think you'd be the type to want to stick around."

"Well, my room's all the way down the hall, it's cold, and 'm tired," Shigaraki mumbled, "If you have a problem with it you can leave."

"This is my room."

"Belongs to the League, belongs to me, same difference."

"Whatever you say, boss," Dabi said, huffing a quiet laugh. Lips pressed against his chest, right above his heart, and Dabi returned the favor by letting himself kiss that crown of hair. 

As Dabi closed his eyes with the comforting weight of a sleeping Shigaraki in his arms, he finally had what he craved.

#shigadabi #shigadabi fic #saro's writing #I'll probably put this on ao3

[cecil-is-an-eldrich-deity]

This is how I look at ShigaDabi

(Especially in Satancopilotsmytardis fics)

#shigadabi #mha shigaraki #shigaraki tomura #dabi #mha #boku no hero academia #bnha #my hero academia #especially in Tanco's fics #fanfiction #fanfic #ao3 #shipping #the brainrot is real #the brainrot is brainrotting #the brainrot is terminal #the brainrot is strong #the brainrot continues #my hero academia shigaraki #bnha fanfiction #lov #league of villains as family #league of villains #bnha villains #mha villains #hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel rosie #hazbinhotel reaction

[satancopilotsmytardis]

Shigadabi doodle dump, I have a daily sketchbook (no I have not kept up with it :) ) and these two keep making an appearance

#some of these are absolutely inspired by my fics #shigadabi #shigaraki tomura #dabi #touya todoroki #doodle #sketch #doodle dump #fanart

[shiggys-wife]

"I'm cold"

Shigadabi

Rating: Everyone

Warnings: fluff

Summary: Shigaraki is sick, and the only person he doesn't send away is Dabi

*art credit to owner*

Dabi rushed inside the dimly lit bar to escape the rain. He shook off the droplets from his hair and hung his coat by the door. Kurogiri and Twice were the only ones in the bar, and he assumed everyone else was still out. Dabi silently headed towards one of the sofas to sit down, but he looked up as Toga stomped into the room, clearly agitated.

"I'm never trying to help him again! Someone else can do it!" She exclaimed as she slammed a bowl down on the bar. Twice comforted her by patting her on the back, and she went on to sit on the stool next to him, arms crossed.

"He is stubborn on a good day, Toga," Kurogiri said.

"I was just trying to make him feel better! He didn't have to threaten me!"

"He is sick. He just took his frustration out on you. He wanted to make a move on All Might as soon as possible, but we can't do it without him. He knows that." Kurogiri explained. Dabi was listening closely now, Shigaraki was sick?

"Well, he can starve for all I care. I'm not going back in there." Toga said matter-of-factly.

"Boss is sick?" Dabi asked, speaking for the first time since he came in. Toga looked over at him, not even realizing he was there the whole time.

"Dabi! You're back!" She cheered with a wide smile, Dabi only returned from finding recruits maybe once a week, Dabi gave her a single nod before asking again.

"Shigaraki is sick? Is it serious?"

"No, it's just a cold. He has been complaining and acting like a spoiled child all day." Kurogiri said. He lifted the bowl Toga had brought out with a sigh, "We tried to get him to eat something, but he has refused everyone's attempts. You're more than welcome to try, though his soup is cold now."

Dabi made his way to the bar. He took the bowl and warmed it in his hands until steam rose from the soup inside. "I'll try," was all he said before making his way towards the leaders' room.

Dabi knocked once before entering the dark room. The TV displaying the menu of a video game was the only light in the messy room. Dabi could see just a bit of light hair sticking out from underneath the blanket bunched on the bed.

"I told you I would disintegrate the next person who bothered me," his voice sounded hoarse and rough from underneath the blankets.

"I think I would put up a hell of a fight if you tried," Dabi said as he approached the bed, Shigaraki uncovered his head and squinted at Dabi in the dark.

"Dabi, you're back."

"Yeah, just in time, so it seems. Someone has to get you to eat." Dabi said teasing slightly. The leader rolled his eyes and rolled back over in his bed.

"I don't want to eat. You can take it with you or leave it on the table on your way out."

"Tomura," Shigaraki let out an annoyed huff at the name and continued to get comfortable in his bed.

"Tenko,"

That name froze him. He hated to even hear the name, the terrible memories that followed it. But it was somehow different when Dabi used it. He told the other about his past, and he trusted him enough to share. They had shared many stories late at night hidden away from the rest of the team in Shigaraki's room.

"I'm not hungry,"

Dabi sighed and set the bowl down before sitting on the bed. He put a hand on the other's forehead. He was burning up with a fever. Most would have been afraid to suddenly touch the young villain so casually. Not Dabi. He could never be afraid of Tomura. The sick boy leaned into his warm touch and nuzzled his face in his scared hand.

"You've got a fever, tell me what you need, if you're not hungry," Dabi asked,

"I'm cold," was all he said before meeting Dabi's strong gaze. Dabi knew what he was asking for without needing to be told.

He kicked off his shoes before raising the blanket and crawling in behind Shigaraki. The air caused him to shiver, Dabi quickly covered them both and wrapped his arms around him. Tomura turned in his arms to face him and buried his face in his chest.

"Did you find anyone this time?"

"No one worth bringing here," Dabi said, Shigaraki nodded. He nuzzled closer to the warmth radiating from Dabi.

"Better?" Dabi asked after a bit of silence, Shigaraki hummed and nodded. When Dabi was away, he missed moments like this, not that he would ever admit it to anyone. Aside from Master and maybe Kurogiri, Dabi was probably the only person he cared about. He never thought he would have someone like that.

"Are you leaving again?" Tomura asked, Dabi was quiet for a moment. He had planned to rest up and leave tomorrow night.

"Tomorrow,"

"Can you not leave so soon?" He asked quietly, almost too quiet to hear. Tomura rarely asked things like that. He held it all in even if he thought it. But he was sick, he wanted Dabi with him.

"I can stay."

Tomura hummed in contentment as he drifted off to sleep. Dabi looked down at him sleeping. He ran his fingers through his hair. He never thought he would feel love, not real love anyway. He never had it as a child, and he was filled with so much hatred that he didn't think it was possible for him to love someone. But that's what this was, wasn't it? Love?

Tomura moved closer to him in his sleep, face pressed into his chest as he made little noises in his slumber. Dabi kissed his forehead and smiled.

Yeah, this was love.

#shigadabi #shigadabi fanfic #bnha shigaraki #bnha dabi #shigaraki #dabi #mha #bnha #tomura shigaraki #bnha fanfiction #bnha fluff #bnha fic

[poppy5991]

After the death of his son, Enji takes what revenge he can grasp against a corrupt church by helping the harpy that is intended as a religious sacrifice escape to safety. But each and every one of their fates is much more intertwined than any of them had imagined.

A wind blows and a storm begins to brew on the horizon.

——

I’ve been workshopping this one for a while and I’m really enjoying it! So hopefully you guys will too!

#endhawks #shigadabi #ao3 #fanfic #rated E #work in progress #multi chap fic #fyi the E rating is mostly for darker themes and not so much the actual content (any violence or smut is pretty much M)

[motivation-dont-know-her]

Fanart for chapter eight of @jackdaw-writes shigdabihawks fic, absolutely amazing, you should read it!

this is my first time ever drawing a character mha aside from Ochako, so if there a some inconsistencies sorry bout that.

Go support it!

#dabihawks fanfic #this art doesn’t have hawks but the fic does #shigaraki tomura #shigadabi #dabishiga #shigadabihawks #fanfiction #fanart #mha dabi

[ace-touya]

I wrote a fic! Please go read it!

Pigtails

“What made you want pigtails, anyways?” He asked, “Usually you wouldn’t let anyone get this close to you, Hands.”

“Spinner said I looked like a video game character who has pigtails, so… yeah.”

“What character?” Dabi asked, as if he’d know them after hearing the name.

“Sal Fisher from Sally Face.”

——

Or: Dabi styles Shig’s hair.

Or, or: author is brainrotting over Shigadabi

In which Tomura loves Sally Face, and Dabi is the League’s hairdresser.

#dabi #tomura shiragaki #shigadabi #league of villains #my hero academia #boku no hero acedamia #touya todoroki #tenko shimura #bnha #mha #mha fic #mha fanfiction #bnha fanfic

[pleathewrites]

bellow the fire into my deadened lungs

chapter 1 excerpt — what are your thoughts on child abuse? + burncare read full story here

September

Meeting semi-regularly with Hawks has been… ‘Strange,’ Dabi thinks. 

The Number Two’s got a bad temper, hates being out of the loop, and hates it more when Dabi can’t be bothered to spare more than a few words at him. Dabi mostly makes Hawks do small jobs — gather bits of mild information and tail certain lower-ranked heroes. Dabi doesn’t ask for any top secrets because he has a feeling Hawks would only feed him lies. ‘Why?’ Because that’s what Dabi does. 

But the Bird has interesting thoughts. 

Dabi will admit — seeing Hawks’ speech during the Hero Ranking ceremony was wildly entertaining. Dabi assumed the hero had a flair for the dramatic, but he never thought the guy would be so bold to make such a scene on national live television. 

“Who’s gonna be happy hearing that? Stain?”

Dabi remembers Spinner’s spit-take at Hawks’ interruption of Edgeshot trying to seem oh, so humble. 

“You don’t think we need to change how we do things?... Why are those less accomplished than me playing it safe?”

Dabi remembers the way Toga’s eyes sparkled, the way even Shigaraki started to tilt his head in consideration. Dabi thinks the raining feathers were a bit over the top since the guy was already fucking floating, but he’ll admit it was a nice touch.

But his favorite — “Now, go ahead, Number One Hero, with a lower approval rating than me.”

Dabi actually let out a snort, at that one. 

It’s been a few weeks since that broadcast, but ever since, Dabi’s interest in the hero has been considerably piqued. 

He sent Hawks a set of coordinates and a time to meet about an hour ago. He’s late himself, but only by thirty minutes, and, well, he’s a villain.

He immediately spots the stupid little bird because, in an industrial town full of grey, that stupid yellow suit is an absolute eyesore. 

“You don’t own any other clothes, Hero?” 

Back turned, with only crimson wings in his view, Dabi hoped the guy would have jumped. Dabi’s been told he can be as quiet as a ghost, but then he remembers Hawks telling him something about telepathic feathers and sound vibration. 

“Dabi!” Hawks twirls halfway with that stupid grin of his, “You’re actually early. For you.”

“Say my name louder, would you. Might as well dial up the Commission right now and let ‘em know you turned, while you’re at it,” The words are worried, but Dabi’s tone stays neutral because they both know the Commission is already informed about every single one of their meetings. It’s just Hawks who thinks Dabi’s dumb as rocks. 

“We’re in a literal alleyway in one of the sketchiest towns in Japan, dude.”

“Tch,” Dabi’s nose scrunches in a sneer, ‘Of course he’d consider this town to be sketchy, just because it’s a little run down.’

Hawks scratches at the back of his head, “Though, I guess you got a point. I — uh, heh, I didn’t have time to change. Patrol and all.” 

Dabi deadpans, “You can spare ten minutes. It’s not gonna kill you,” and Hawks still looks weirdly apologetic so he adds on, “Birdy, you’re acting like I’m the one who’s gonna be waitin’ up on you. Has that been the trend, so far?”

“You know, now that you bring it up…” And Dabi just thinks, ‘oh, Gods, no,’ while Hawks puts a gloved finger to his chin, “Why are you always late?”

Dabi doesn’t answer. 

Hawks puts his hands up in mock surrender, “Alright, fine. Be mysterious, whatever,” Then clasps his hands behind his back. Dabi thinks that’ll be the end of that, but Hawks loves the sound of his own voice too much, “You villains are so dramatic.”

Dabi gapes, and lays his hand over his chest in offense, “I’m dramatic?” He scoffs — he cannot stand half the shit that comes out of this smart-ass’s mouth. His hand leaves his chest to point at the Number Two, “This coming from the guy that not only interrupted a rank ceremony but made it rain feathers while he did it? Braggin’ about his own approval rating while floating in the fuckin’ air?”

And — ‘oh shit’ — Dabi should have kept his mouth shut. 

Because he sees the bastard’s golden eyes fucking gleam, and crimson feathers ruffle, “Eh? You keepin’ tabs on me, Hot Stuff?” and he starts to lean in, close enough for Dabi to feel the need to reel back, his nose a mere inch away from Dabi’s own, “Ya like watchin’ me?” Pale eyelashes flutter.

Dabi’s had enough. 

He hears a muffled ‘oomph!’ as his scarred hand pushes Hawks’ face away, “Don’t fuckin’ flatter yourself, the ceremony was national news.”

Hawks pulls back and laughs a little. It’s a breathy sound, almost a rumble with how deep the guy’s voice is, but it’s always quiet. Tired. 

Dabi’s stomach chooses that moment to let out a loud and horrifying grumble. 

Hawks’ bushy eyebrow lifts in question, and Dabi can feel the blood gather in his cheeks, humiliation warming his usually cool skin. 

“So, there is a reason you look like a bag of bones,” Hawks says.

Dabi knows the guy is trying to be cheeky, but it hits harder than intended because, ‘Yeah, I haven’t eaten all fuckin’ day,’ and the only thing he does remember eating is cheap instant udon, yesterday. He put a boiled egg in it for protein, but that stuff only goes so far.

Luckily, Hawks continues without needing a response from Dabi, “C’mon, I’m hungry, too, and I saw a chicken place around here. On me, the place is probably cheap, anyway, considering,” and waves his hand around broadly, referring to their current location.

Usually, this is the part where ‘Person B’ says something like, ‘I don’t need your charity!’ but Dabi isn’t prideful enough to deny free sustenance, especially since he can’t even remember the last time he ate real meat. 

So, he shrugs, “Lead the way. But first, button up your fuckin’ jacket and take off your glasses, for fuck’s sake. I know you can move your feathers, so — I dunno, move ‘em under your jacket, or somethin’. Hide them.”

And Hawks actually has the audacity to pout, “I hate compressing my wings.”

“Gods,” Dabi groans to the sky, “It’s just for the walk there.”

After grumbling some more, mostly to himself, Hawks relents and leads the way to a mostly empty chicken shop with neon signs and shiny wooden floors. They sit in a booth at the farthest corner, and order. 

Hawks is somewhat right — food is cheap in a town like this. Dabi’s not well-versed in all things economics, but he knows an underfunded town is a wanted-villain’s safest haven. The residents of such towns rarely call for police — police mean heroes, and heroes mean collateral damage; the residents of this town already struggle to make ends meet with their healthy bodies and standing businesses. One bad fight can end in dozens of collapsed buildings, and an overflow of the nearest already-at-capacity hospital. 

‘As long as you don’t cause too much trouble, the residents here won’t even bat an eye at you, no matter how wanted you are.’

Dabi takes off his facemask and hood when their food is served, and Hawks lets his wings out with a ruffle. The hero begins to dig in, but his gloves stay on.

“Isn’t this cannibalism, for you?”

The previous expression of excitement on Hawks’ face drops, “Ha ha. You’re so clever. I’ve never heard that one before.”

“Fuck off.”

“No, seriously, you should be a comedian.”

“Go to hell. It was actually a semi-serious question.”

A smile quirks at the corner of Hawks’ lips, “Just let me eat in peace, man.”

And so, they eat for a bit, mostly in silence, until Dabi decides the silence feels suffocating. Hawks isn’t asking any questions, not his usual, ‘so whaddya got for me, today?’ and it leaves Dabi with his own thoughts.

After finishing about half his plate, Dabi finally asks what’s been on his mind since watching the Bird on television. 

“What are your thoughts on child abuse?” 

Hawks freezes, a chicken piece halfway through his open mouth when he looks up at Dabi, muffling out, “What?” 

Dabi lets his chin rest on his palm, curling his greasy fingers inwards to avoid his seams, “Humor me, Hero. Got a penny if ya need one.” 

Hawks swallows and puts down his fork — ‘eating chicken wings with fuckin’ utensils, what a priss.’ 

“Uh, gonna need a little bit more context here, man…”

He looks so wary.

Dabi sighs and spells it out for the dumb bird, “What would you do, as a hero, if you received a report of child abuse?”

Hawks takes a moment, scratching at his goatee, “Well, investigate, then hopefully make an arrest,” He shrugs, “Abusers should be jailed. I dunno what you want from me beyond that. Random question, dude.”

Dabi, more or less, ignores the confusion in Hawks’ eyes, but he does take note of how Hawks hasn’t continued eating. The hero is sat back, waiting for Dabi to provide the clearly missing context. 

Dabi has to know what kind of person he’s dealing with, because meeting Hawks this past month and seeing his actions on live television make Dabi… tentatively hopeful — about what, he’s not sure, but Dabi doesn’t like surprises, so he has to ask.

“Mm. But, what if that same abuser shows kindness to everyone else, outside those few people?” 

At that, Hawks lets out a scoff, “It’s usually an act, man. Why are you asking me this? I mean, like, yes, yeah it doesn’t matter if they treat others differently. Doesn’t make up for what they’re doing, the people they’re hurting.”

“Uh-huh,” Dabi’s eyes never leave Hawks’ face, noting the expressive curl of blonde eyebrows, bushed up in earnest to match his glinting frown, “And if other people are, say, ‘counting on them’?”

Those blond eyebrows furrow closer, wild hairs almost touching, “What do you mean?” 

Dabi tilts his head away from the palm it rests on and unfurls those fingers one-by-one to count off, “World leaders, presidents, peace figures.... heroes,” and even Dabi knows his voice took a sharp turn at the last item, and he doubts Hawks had missed it.

“I… No, no, it’s still wrong. It’s complicated, yeah, but... it doesn’t matter how much good someone does if that same person is going off to abuse someone else. Especially their own family.”

Dabi doesn’t know why, but hearing that come from a hero does something to him, speaks to a too-short past life, and validates the soft blindspot of his otherwise iron conscience.

Dabi picks off a piece of his own chicken and takes a bite, “Yeah, we’ll see.”

Meanwhile, Hawks looks completely out of sorts. He’s biting his lip, his hand coming up to rub the knuckle of his gloved index right underneath it. 

Dabi waits. 

“I… I didn’t spend a lot of my life with my birth parents. They were abusive. And they were… y’know, what everyone would call ‘bad people’. Drug addicts, thieves. Probably other things, too, I dunno,” and Dabi is listening to every single word, food completely forgotten. Hawks isn’t looking at him, lidded eyes are directed more towards Dabi’s shoulder, and that’s okay because Dabi hasn’t spoken a single word of his own abuse, so he’s not going to judge how others do it. 

The blond’s head shakes, “Ah,” and clearing gold eyes look back to Dabi, “Point is, even they didn’t face consequences for what they did to me. My dad… He’s in jail, but it’s not for what he did to me. And my mom… Commission paid her a hefty check to adopt me, so she's probably off living an even better life — or maybe dead from overdose, I dunno.” 

“Sounds hard,” it’s a shitty response, but Dabi doesn’t know what to say. He doesn’t want to reveal his own story, but for all that’s broken and wrong and rotted inside of him, he still feels empathy towards this guy, towards the Number Two Hero.

‘Birds of a feather, ‘n all that.’

“Yeah, well. Just makes me think, if apparently ‘bad people’ can get away with the crime of child abuse — people with practically zero social or economic influence — then, how do the same institutions hold someone with real status accountable?”

Against his desire to appear aloof, Dabi feels the sharp tug of his own lips pulling into a small smile, “Askin’ all the right questions. Best ones have no answer.”

Hawks laughs, and it's the same one as the alley, low and quiet. Soft. 

Dabi wonders if the guy lets himself laugh often. He smiles a lot, that’s for certain, but smiles are always easier to fake than laughter.  

“I have a feeling a lot of villains have this kind of backstory, or something similar, huh.”

“As you?” Dabi raises a brow, the easiest kind of expression he can do to the lack of staples there, a constant reminder of his ‘backstory,’ like he’s a fucking manga character,  “Maybe. ‘Cept they weren’t saved by anyone. No one’s jumpin’ up and down to take care of us. That’s the difference between us,” his index finger flicking back-and-forth in the space between them, “Heroes ‘n villains.”

The laugh that leaves Hawks is wrong this time. It’s bitter and booming — dark, and not nearly as lovely as Dabi found the others.

“Saved. Yeah. Yeah, you’re right.”

Dabi’s stomach churns something sick. He hopes it’s the chicken.

*

The next time Dabi is supposed to meet Hawks, the skin around the staples of his hands feels like it’s on fire. Red, itchy, and, ‘Oh Gods,’ Dabi thinks he’s starting to see something white seep out the seam of his right wrist.  

He used up the last of his supplies two weeks ago. Right now, the only things he has in his apartment are gauze, soap, and tap water that can be boiled. 

Dabi thinks about calling one of the League members, any of them, but after Kamino, there’s been wanted posters of their faces plastered everywhere, mostly definitely around cities nice enough to have open pharmacies.

He calls Hawks. 

“Hello! Where are ya, hot stuff? I’ve been waitin’ for half an hour, and I even took the time to change my clothes.”

Dabi rolls his eyes at the nickname and grips the phone tighter. It makes his wrist burn. He doesn’t waste any time, “Do you have access to any antiseptics or disinfectants right now? Strong ones. Or maybe even antibiotics, like silver sulfadiazine?”

“Burn cream? Uh… not, like, I don’t have any on me. I could get some? Is everything alright?”

Dabi closes his eyes and rubs his brow, “Yeah, I’m gonna send you some new coordinates. Bring the supplies here. And hurry.”

He hangs up and sets to boiling some water. 

Three loud knocks later echo through Dabi’s apartment, and he yells, “Come in!” as he pats his wrists dry with a paper towel. 

“Dabi?” Hawks’ voice rings through the apartment and his large wings come into view from where Dabi stands in the kitchen. Hawks takes his shoes off at the entryway — ‘how well mannered.’ — and perks up when he spots the scarred man.

“Hey! So, I got an assortment of things. Hydrogen peroxide, saline, antibacterial ointment, got the silver sulfadiazine like you asked — that shit is expensive without a coupon — and, oh! I got these, like, film coverings, pharmacist calls ‘em ‘nanocrystalline silver dressing’ , supposed to be better for fighting infection,” He shrugs, “I also went ahead and got some other things like gauze, dressing, Q-tips, pins,” and sets the plastic bag on the countertop,  “Here, take a look.”

Dabi does, with his eyes because he doesn’t want his freshly cleaned wrists getting even more infected with whatever bacteria could be on the plastic bag or any of these items. 

“... Damn. Thanks, Birdy,” He’s honestly shocked Hawks got this much stuff. 

He ignores the way his heart beats faster, ‘Might finally be the sepsis.’

When Dabi looks back up at the guy, his feathers are wiggling again, something Dabi has come to understand what the hero does when he’s somewhat pleased, “Uh, can you wash your hands over there in the sink and pull out the… Hm, the silver dressing, white dressing, and the gauze? Just set it on the counter, I’ll be right back.”

Dabi walks over to his bathroom, hearing the affirmative, “Sure!” from the hero, and closes the door with his elbow. 

He needs a minute. 

‘I can’t believe I just let an undercover hero into my apartment. Am I going to have to move? Fuck… fuck, fuck!’

“Shit,” he whispers to himself as he opens his medicine cabinet and fetches a pair of tweezers and a box of latex gloves.

‘I can’t believe he bought all that stuff. Dude’s loaded, that’s fine and all, but… what the fuck? I only asked for the burn cream…’ 

Dabi shakes his head, closes the medicine cabinet, and is greeted with the reflection of his own confused expression, etched by a small crack at the upper left side. He takes a minute to look at the man staring back at him, looking at his scars and his freshly dyed roots. He knows he’s a frightening sight, something out of nightmares and horror movies. 

He hates looking at himself, sometimes. He knows others do, too. 

Some nights, the vulnerability of his upsettingly-human psyche will claw its way out like the vicious beast it is, and force him to understand his loneliness. On those nights, he will understand why people turned away a half-dead teen, why store owners chased him out with their bats and mops, and why heroes will always, always attack on-sight upon seeing Dabi’s face. 

He will understand why the League’s bar is really the one place he can ever sip his drink in peace and enjoy the burn at the back of his throat without some prick trying to slip him paper bills in exchange for things he can’t even say out loud. On those nights, the righteous anger will leave his body like steam from boiling water, and leave him hollow and cold and so, very, very alone. 

He wonders if tonight will be one of those nights. 

“Uh, Dabi? You alright in there?”

Dabi blinks out and away from his reflection, ‘Maybe not,’ and leaves his bathroom. 

When he comes back to the kitchen, all the supplies he asked for are out and ready to use. Hawks sits on Dabi’s only stool, waiting.

Dabi didn’t get a chance to really look at the guy, until now. The hero did end up changing his attire for tonight — black sweatshirt, normal jeans that are still on the baggier side, and black boots closer to the kind in fashion magazines than those hideously yellow rainboots he normally tends to wear. When Dabi lifts his eyes back up, he notices the hero’s hair looks a bit different, a little more chaotic, and a little less stiff — it looks soft. 

‘Oh, pull it fucking together.’

Dabi clears his throat and hands over the box of latex gloves, “Do you mind helping me out? I just need you to do this wrist, and then I can work on the other.”

Hawks is nodding and stretching the gloves over his hands before Dabi even finishes his sentence. 

“Y’know, your place isn’t anything like I’d thought it’d be. ‘S nice. Clean.” 

Dabi hears a snap! and a muttered, “shit.”

He opens his mouth to ask what’s wrong before he looks at Hawks’ hand, and sees matte black claws curving out fingers loosely lined with tattered blue latex.

“Oh.”

“Heh,” Hawks laughs, a bit nervously, “Sorry ‘bout that. My own gloves are so thick, I forget I have these.”

“Why am I just now seeing these?” Dabi wonders out loud, eyes glued to the tips of talons he could have sworn that, for a split second, sparkled at him, “Shit. Those are fucking sharp, man. You’re tellin’ me you don’t fight with ‘em?” He doesn’t really pay attention to broadcasts of hero fights but from the ones he’s seen, the Number Two’s hands were always gloved.

“Ah,” Hawks starts to pull a fresh latex glove over his hand again, leaving some space between the ends of each finger for his talons this time, “That wouldn’t be very heroic, would it? There’d be a lot of… blood. Kids don’t need to see that kind of gore in the news, y’know.”

Dabi raises an eyebrow, “I… guess....” 

Honestly, Dabi thinks that’s a bullshit excuse, to not use something so clearly advantageous in serious combat, especially when the hero's life is on the line practically every day, ‘Even if he doesn’t want to use them, why does he cover them?’

He lets the matter be, for now, and looks over the directions on the box of the nanocrystalline silver dressing. He reads it twice, just to make sure. 

Hawks speaks up, apparently needing to hear his own voice again, “The directions say that for exudative wounds, you should apply the dressing dry.”

“Yeah, I see that.”

“So... Let’s get started!” 

Dabi huffs. He hates that he needs help but he’s always been shit with his right hand, and he doesn’t want to risk dropping anything. He lays his left hand out towards Hawks and critically watches every move the man makes. 

Hawks is extremely gentle, and he dresses the wound as if he’s done this a thousand times over. The hero’s eyes never leave Dabi’s wrist, except for the few times he’d go over and read the instructions again to make sure he’s doing everything right. He cradles Dabi’s forearm with one hand as he uses the other to smooth the silver dressing on, the pressure of his fingers light around the staples and firm around the skin. After he applies the secondary dressing, he briefly looks up at Dabi to ask, “You alright?” 

Dabi can only nod. 

When the gauze is wrapped and firmly pinned in place, Hawks finally lets go and Dabi takes a step back to breathe.  

He immediately sets to work on his other hand, moistening the silver dressing with the clean water he’d boiled earlier on. 

“You sure you don’t want help with the other hand? I’ve been trained in this kinda stuff, first aid. I don’t mind.”

‘Well, that explains a little.’  

Still, Dabi shakes his head, “I prefer to do it myself,” and there’s truth in that, it’s the absolute truth, Dabi likes to do things himself. He likes things done his way, and he doesn’t like being touched. 

But the gentle feeling of Hawks’ fingers on his skin urges him to reconsider. 

He won’t, but some part of him wishes he would. 

As he starts to apply the silver dressing with his tweezers, he hears Hawks ask, “Can I ask you something really personal? Like, probably boundary-crossing?”

Dabi’s eyes never leave his working hands, “You got a lot of nerve, Birdbrain, thinkin’ we’re cool like that.”

He hears a small squawk, “C’mon, dude! I’m in your apartment, per your request! I think we’re along the lines of something, ‘like that’.”

Dabi snorts, “I won’t stop you, but don’t be surprised if I tell you to fuck off.”

Hawks laughs — the same small breathy one that makes Dabi’s own mouth quirk up.

Hawks asks why his body is full of scars.  

And Dabi… Well, every passing day, Dabi feels himself getting closer to death and, tonight, it makes his lips a little loose. Maybe he just wants someone to know his story, maybe he wants to try saying it out loud. And if he’s gonna tell his tale, it might as well be in the company of his favorite little double-agent.

When he finishes wrapping up the gauze around his right wrist, he digs for the cigarette packet deep in his pocket, takes out a stick, and lights it up. 

“My father,” He begins, “He’s the reason I’m like this, the reason I look like this, act this way. I know the whole ‘daddy issues’ thing is overrated but, well,” He shrugs, not daring to look up from his apartment floor. He takes another puff, the nicotine in his veins calming him, the smoke down his throat grounding him. He remembers his conviction, “That man took everything from me, left me like this, and he only ever got rewarded.”

He briefly glances at Hawks, the man’s gold eyes filled with an empathetic sorrow that only people like them could give each other, “I’m sorry.”

Dabi shakes his head and looks away, because he can’t deal with this, can’t have someone looking at him like that, not after all these years, “Not your fault. Nothing to be sorry for.”

“He’ll burn,” Hawks says, and Dabi sees the man’s fists clench from the corner of his eye, “Wherever he is, one way or another, he’ll burn.”

Dabi doesn’t know what kind of feelings are running through the hero right now. He thinks that maybe if he looks up, he might see.

‘Is he angry? Is it for me? Does he pity me, feel sorry for me? Is he triggered by my story the way I was by his? Or is he just telling me what he thinks I want to hear?’ — but Dabi doesn’t want to see. 

Because if Hawks only knew who Dabi’s father was, who made him like this, and did this to him, he doesn’t want to know if the hero would look at him the same way gold eyes do now. 

“I don’t wanna talk about this anymore, Birdy.”

Dabi walks over to his worn-out couch and sits down with a tired sigh. Hawks follows. 

For the next ten minutes, Dabi relays small bits and pieces of League information to Hawks, and the hero returns with tidbits of hero business. 

It honestly just feels like a way to fill the time. 

When a moment of silence reaches them, and Dabi’s cigarette has burned all the way through the filter, Dabi speaks up about something he kept quiet to himself last time, “Say, since you asked me a deeply personal question, grant me the same privilege?” 

“Sure, as long as I get the same privilege of tellin’ you to fuck off if I want.”

Dabi snorts and ashes his cigarette, tilts his head towards the hero.

“Was I wrong? Back then, about the Commission saving you?” 

He sees Hawks bite his lips and sink deeper into the sofa cushions, tilting his head back. He sighs, “You’re an observant fucker, aren’t you?”

Dabi smirks, “What villain isn’t?” 

“The ones that get caught.”

And at that, Dabi barks a laugh and is honestly shocked at the sound of it. He thinks Hawks is, too, by the way his blond eyebrows round up, and his previously conflicted eyes soften. 

Hawks lifts one of his clawed hands up, and if Dabi didn’t know better, he’d think the gesture was some kind of show-and-tell, but at the way Hawks’ own eyes glaze over his talons, Dabi thinks the movement is more for the hero’s own comfort. 

“I lied earlier, about the reason I don’t fight with my claws,” Hawks finally says, softly, almost as if he were speaking to himself. 

Dabi knows to keep quiet. 

“I do care about wanting kids to live in a safer world, to… spare them. Of the horrific consequences that come from battles, traumatizing images ‘n all that stuff. Of course, I care about that. But… But I know my abilities. If allowed, I know I’d be able to use my claws in ways that wouldn’t end in some kind of, fucking , feral episode.”

Dabi’s eyebrows slowly knit together, “Allowed?”

Golden eyes flick over to Dabi’s and the vulnerability swirling in them makes the scarred man want… something.

To gasp, reach out, put his own wrapped hands over the talons, and warm them up a bit, just — something.

He’s horrified at these new and intrusive thoughts. 

Instead of doing anything, he waits. 

“The Commission,” Hawks drops his hand to his lap and averts his eyes there, “They have an image of what they believe society wants a hero to look like, along with other things. They… told me they were ‘correcting’ my flaws.”

There’s a beat of heavy, waiting silence.

“They appreciate my quirk — it’s strong and versatile, good for offense, defense, rescue — stuff like that. But they don’t… They hate my raptor genes, the mutations. Like, the only thing I’m allowed to have and show are my wings — everything else has to be hidden or removed. I’m a mutant, but I have to do everything I can to look as ‘humane’ as possible.”

‘What is even considered ‘humane’, in a society of quirked-people?’ 

Dabi is immediately reminded of his hatred towards hero society, “Shit, what the fuck, Birdy. Is that why you wear those stupid-ass gloves?”

Hawks sends a bitter and sad smile to Dabi, “Was the only way to convince them to let me keep my talons. They used to clip ‘em or file them down, but that fucking hurts and they grow back wrong, so. Yeah, got these gloves and told them I’ll never take ‘em off.”

“Tch,” Dabi feels so disgusted right now, at the people who run this society, “So they make you nice ‘n pretty for everyone to look at while they profit of’a’ya. Sick.”

“Yeah, well,” Hawks huffs a laugh, and it’s the one that makes Dabi feel sick to his stomach, “I’m the Number Two Hero, with my own agency! All at the tender age of twenty-four — oops, sorry, twenty-two, Commission fudged my age to make me look even more impressive. An eighteen-year-old success story is prettier than a twenty-year-old one.”

Bile threatens to well up in Dabi’s throat at that — the effort to make this hero fit into society’s obsession with the ‘barely legal’ trope.

“I should be grateful, right?” Hawks bitterly smiles, “Everybody wants to fuck me and every hero wants to be me.”

“Fuck outta here if you’re gonna talk like that, Birdbrain.”

Pink lips bite themselves into a smile, one so much more shy and on the edge of mischievous, “Wanna see my feet?”

“What the fuck?”

He does. He really does.

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#bnha fanfic #dabihawks fanfic #dabihawks #league of villains #tamaki keigo #bnha #mha #fanfic #fix it #bnha fluff #mha fluff #hotwings #touya x keigo #todoroki touya #fanfiction #bnha au #mha au #bnha angst #mha angst #dabi angst #multi chap fic #bnha oneshot #todoroki enji #endeavor #boku no hero academia #my hero academia #shigadabi #fluff and angst #mutual pining

[lumilasi]

"This movie isn't THAT boring, is it?"

Since tomorrow is valentine's day, I wanted to make at least one Shigadabi thing. Now I initially meant this to be like...Devil's Doppleganger Tenko & Touya, but I auto-drew them in their more default looks (Blue hair for Tenko/Tomura, burns for Dabi) so...

This could be for Reanimate instead, since Tenko draws in that one (the bg things are meant to be drawings, not posters - also yes they are my old pieces lol I keep using this trick bcuz I'm lazy), or this could be for @theteapotofdoom's Something Good too I guess?

(Would make a bit more sense with the Kurogiri drawing, Reanimate Tenko doesn't interact with him as much, and would be more likely to have a drawing of Aizawa tbh)

......Or it's just the default boys whom I just dumped into rainbow again lol, altho that All Might does throw it off

#lumi's art scribbles #lumi’s art scribbles #Shigadabi #Dabishiga #Tenko xTouya #Fic illustration #maybe #Dabi bnha #tomura shigaraki #tenko shimura #valentine's day

[whywouldisayprinter]

Finally, finally, done with my art for @satancopilotsmytardis ' Shigadabi fic "Network Visibility" which is just *chef's kiss*

#ithoughtyousaidprinter #mha #dabi #bnha #todoroki touya #my hero acadamy #tomura shigaraki #shigadabi #bottom dabi #fic art #mha shigaraki #boku no hero acedamia

[deadboyswalking]

Chapters: 1/? Fandom: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Dabi | Todoroki Touya/Shigaraki Tomura | Shimura Tenko Characters: Dabi | Todoroki Touya, Shigaraki Tomura | Shimura Tenko, Toga Himiko, Kurogiri (My Hero Academia), Bubaigawara Jin | Twice, Sako Atsuhiro | Mr. Compress, Iguchi Shuuichi | Spinner, Midoriya Izuku, Todoroki Shouto, Takami Keigo | Hawks Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Rock Band, Alternate Universe - No Quirks (My Hero Academia), Post-Break Up, Getting Back Together Summary:

Six months ago, Shigaraki Tomura and Dabi (lead singer and bassist, respectively) of popular goth rock band League, were engaged to be married and excited to tell the world about their relationship. But that was then, and nothing good can last forever.

Now, half a year after their destructive break-up and the conclusion of their sold-out continental tour, League is back in the studio and recording their next concept album: a funeral for a dead relationship. Making music together is NOT easy when your two primary members can barely stand to be in the same room as each other and the atmosphere is awkward at best. Can Shigaraki and Dabi keep it together and learn to communicate again for the sake of the band?

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Goth Band AU! Goth Band AU! I decided to keep this one T for a change of pace. The first chapter is mostly a teaser but I hope you like it!

#shigadabi #shigadabi fic #goth band au

[fairybonesandstardust]

dabi realizing he has feelings for shigaraki and not knowing how to deal with it: you’re so ugly i want to puke every time i see you

shigaraki who was minding his own business: …………

kurogiri cracking his nonexistent knuckles while he fights with inner parental self and plots dabi’s death (he raised shiggy he knows him better than anyone else)

#i keep seeing this happen in fics and i love it #if u have any recs that fit the above scenario (no matter how vague) #please drop them #bnha #bnha dabi #bnha shigaraki #shigaraki tomura #shigadabi #mha shigaraki #dabi #mha dabi #dabi my hero academia #kurogiri

[satancopilotsmytardis]

What do you do when you're trapped on an alien planet with an alien nearly 2x your height, and when discussing food, he catches your chin so he can see your teeth to see if you'll be able to hunt, and you're kinda hot from it because you have an intense oral fixation and it's been 3 years since you got to suck a cock because you aren't fucking your crew mates?

Asking for a friend

#tanco speaks #ask #asks #yes this is for the shigadabi sci-fi fic lol

[cuspidgoddess]

Archive of Our OwnMaster List

The Flock of Villains AU

A Gilded Cage is Still a Cage Completed Hawks is honest w/ the LOV from the start about his mission

The Best Things in Life are Free In Process Continuation of A Gilded Cage

How to Build a Nest In Process Fumikage Tokoyami centric

The Greatest Gift is Loving You Completed Co-Writer: @savi909 Natsuo Todoroki/Stolas Yew centric side fic

Sweet Dreams and Beautiful Nightmares

In Process

If the Mini Murder™️ became villains

Furless Babies

A Less Than Fluffy Situation Completed Hairless cat Dabi AU

Shedding Completed 1 Shot of the aftermath of A Less Than Fluffy Situation

Rough Patches Planned

#ao3 #ao3 fanfic #dabi x hawks #ao3 fic #ao3 mha #hotwings #my hero academia #fanfic #bnha fanfiction #hawks acts like a bird #a gilded cage is still a cage #the virtues #the best things in life are free #how to build a nest #the flock of villains #bnha hawks #bnha dabi #soft dabi #dabihawks #touya todoroki #shigaraki tomura #shigadabi #shigahawks #shigadabihawks

[poppy5991]

The former league of villains ends up in a rehabilitation center undergoing therapy after the war as part of a social reintegration effort. First Shigaraki and Dabi grow closer as friends and then those feelings tumble into something more.

Together, they fumble through a series of firsts.

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If you ever wanted to see a ShigaDabi fic from me you’re in luck because this started as a oneshot and somehow became a wildly long chapter fic.

#call me gentle criminal the way I be writing these fluff & smut fics #it became soooo long and it’s still going #don’t worry I’m still working on apocalypse ultra if you’re reading that one #ao3 #shigadabi #fanfiction #rated M #dabi x shigaraki #fanfic #Shigaraki x Dabi #dabishiga #work in progress #multi chap fic

[iusedteabag]

anyone????

does anyone else have different ao3 accounts for writing different kind of fics, or different kind of fandoms? I have, like four, at this point

my first ever ao3 account from 2015 (wtf??? old????) with my old hamilton fics, two original somethings, and a SVTFOE fic that is STILL getting Kudos at least once per week till this day (somehow?? i don't get it, why are so many people scouring the tomco tag and going so far back?) (it's also tagged not great). it's basically abandoned that account though.

my second account from 2019, with both Merlin fics and BNHA fics, the latter of which i still have wips for, cause i got a fic series going on that kinda... gained traction for a short while? there was at least one tiktok inspired by it, which was woah.

i dunno why i made this account, but it was in 2022. theres nothing on it, not even any bookmarks! not even in the fic history?? why???

and my most recent one, also 2022, but a few months later, with DSMP fanfics. i think I started writing for this fandom because i hated the amount of rape tagged fics for a ship i liked (I like fucked up ships, sue me, but i also want them to be illogically fluffy)

Who else?

#im also pretty sure account no1 had a billdip fic on it once but i apparently deleted it instead of orphaning it cause i cannot find it anyw #fanfiction #billdip #hamilton #svtfoe #tomco #bbc merlin #dsmp #ao3 #merthur #dreaminnit #we love fluff #but we also love fucked up shit #google: how to read your own past deleted fics #i wanna look back on that fic #:( #i miss it #bnha #bakudeku #tododeku #shindeku #kamideku #shinkami #shigadeku #shigadabi