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nightfall-kachiniko · 5 months

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જ⁀➴ CALLING HIM BY HIS HERO NAME

pro hero!hawks x reader drabble ☁️ ོ

a/n: i just thought this would be cute, hawks getting all upset- I mean- Keigo. 🙄

“You know for someone who’s always out and about, you always seem to make time for me.” You softly smile upon hearing your front door open and then close.

“How’d you know it was me?” He asked, taking off his coat with a tussle.

You paused your tv show before turning around to look at him.

“Can smell the kfc on you from a mile away” you teased as he scoffed in offense. “Woah, I wear the best cologne.”

“You mean axe body spray?” You added, his lips escaping a laugh. “Not to much on me birdie.” His eyes followed yours as you got up from your spot on the couch to be in his embrace, a smile peering through his lips as he sweetly pecked you.

“Mmm..” you hummed in satisfaction. “How was work sweet boy?”

“The same as always.” He replied, holding you in his arms tiredly. You noticed how he tried to hold himself up. You knew how exhausted he was from working so often, and how bad he wanted to collapse into your arms. Still, he always kept that last bit of energy for you. It didn’t matter how much of it he had left, he’d always be strong for you.

“You need to get sleep baby.” You said, pushing the hair out of his face, “nah im fine, I wanna spend some time with you.”

“You can do that in the bedroom.” You added as a smirk grew on his face.

“Not in that way weirdo!” You gently punch his arm making him laugh. “Oh but I was hoping~”

“and I hope you go to bed, finally~” you cut him off.

He looked into your eyes for a moment before saying “your right love, guess I should start listening to you from now on.”

“Took you how long to realize that?” He hummed as he gently placed his head down to rest on you. “Not that long~”

You sighed out a slight smile, your hand playing with his hair.

“Hey.” You said, making him slightly come up. “Yeah?”

“I love you, hawks.”

His head popped up, a look of disgust on his face.

"Excuse me??" He said, pouting.

You can’t help but start laughing at him. He looks like you just insulted endeavor to his face.

“UHM who is this other man in your life??!!” He says dramatically.

“Ughh, I love you Keigo~”

“Mm..” he settles back down into your comfort, “much better.”

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obitohno · 1 year

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first-time dad! keigo who presses his lips to the swollen curve of your stomach with the promise to give his unborn offspring the childhood that he never had.

first-time dad! keigo who tries—and fails—to be subtle with his pandering, often waking you in the middle of the night when your breath pauses for a second too long, brows knitted with worry.

first-time dad! keigo who accompanies you to hospital appointments, and stares at the monitor, glossy-eyed and enamoured by the tiny thump, thump, thump of his baby’s heartbeat.

first-time dad! keigo who, later that night, burrows beneath the covers with you by his side, and dreams of the future that is to come, the spread of his palm warming your skin as he nuzzles at your pulse.

first-time dad! keigo who frequently litters your changing body with affection, the press of his fingers gentle as he tests the weight of your milk-laden breasts, humming an answering moan when you keen the syllables of his name.

first-time dad! keigo who is determined to show you just how much he adores the marks that stretch along the expanse of your hips and the patch of curls that have taken home between your legs now that you can no longer reach to tame them.

first-time dad! keigo who makes love to you on the nights that sleep evades you, chuckling when the mood is broken when he titters a calming symphony that has your unborn babe responding in kind with a swift kick to your ribs.

first-time dad! keigo who taps the tips of his fingers to your belly, irises gleaming the colour of liquid gold with unabashed excitement that renders him giddy, because, fuck, he can’t wait to meet you.

first-time dad! keigo who, despite his meticulous preparations, finds that, actually, he isn’t at all ready for when the day of your child’s birth finally arrives, horror paling his cheeks a worrying shade of white when your waters break.

first-time dad! keigo who looks a little green, overwhelmed with a flurry of mind-reeling emotions when he smoothes away the sweat-soaked hairs that stick to your forehead as the crooks of your fingers tighten around his own, straining as you finally bless him with the perfect bundle of joy.

first-time dad! keigo who, whilst you slip into the arms of slumber, counts ten tiny fingers and ten minuscule toes before he’s then blinded by his own affections that roll down the apples of his cheeks in rivets, a singular droplet landing on the tip of a perfectly small nose.

first-time dad! keigo who brushes his lips to the wisps of those finely curled hairs that match the colour of his own, greedily inhaling the new scent of life that intermingles with the taste of freshly fed milk. and there, he whispers a promise of an unconditional love that wasn’t gifted to him until the day he met you.

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bea-does-stuff · 1 year

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You surprise them with a hug (mha x reader)

Warnings: I mean- reader almost dies in one of these (shiggy), but apart from that it’s just fluff

Word count: 454

Characters: Hawks, Aizawa, shigaraki

₊˚✩彡 HAWKS

Hawks is always able to sense your aura, it’s a wired talent he’s had since he can remember. So if you try to surprise him by giving him a hug from behind, he turns around in the last possible moment, scooping you up from the floor and holding you tight

“Not so fast my feather~” he smiles, you try to pull away, but he doesn’t plan on letting you go. His nose nuzzles against your neck “Mine~” he growls softly, you scoff “Yea yea birdbrain, i know” You cup his face to make him look at you “But let me go, your cutting my circulation over here” Hawks chuckles at your words, slowly realising you from his grasp and placing you on the ground

₊˚✩彡 AIZAWA

This man is so done with your bullshit, you’re always doing this kind of stuff, surprising him with random attacks of affection, on one hand, its adorable, but on the other, it’s annoying as fuck.

Aizawa was just sipping his morning coffee, when suddenly he hears loud footsteps coming towards him, he’s all of a sudden tackled by someone, the force of the attack almost making him drop his coffee, he instantly turns to look at the person, and of course, it’s you.

You wrapped your arms around him and nuzzled your face in his hair, Aizawa sighs “Kitty, what are you doing?” a cheerful smiles crawls up your face “I want a hug” Aizawa lets out a scoff, but not a genuinely annoyed scoff, one of those dumb scoffs you say but you don’t mean “Y’know, if you want a hug, just tell me instead of assaulting me” He jokes, you giggle in response “yea yea, sorry”

₊˚✩彡 SHIGARAKI

In Shigaraki’s defence, he didn’t mean to almost dust you, it’s just that he wasn’t expecting you to suddenly tackle him and he was close to grabbing your wrist. He was just playing video games in his room when someone knocked on the door behind him

“It’s me” Shigaraki humming in response, implying that you can come in, the door instantly flew open as you charred for shigaraki, you scared the living shit out of this man, he almost used his 5 fingers on you, luckily he pulled his hand away from you before he could touch you, your arms instantly tangled around his waist, burying your face in his shirt, it’s like you didn’t notice the fact that shigaraki almost killed you

“THE FUCK WAS THAT FOR?” he screamed, you laughed “sorry, i just missed you” Shigaraki couldn’t stay mad at you, your voice made his mind go blank “It’s ok, but your making it up to me by playing smash bros with me” You smirked “alright, bet”

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cuspidgoddess · 6 months

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As I finish up arc 2 of HBN, it's time to send Fumi and Dark back into the field to do their work study with Hawks! Throw a vote in the poll for what sort of shenanigans you'd be most interested in seeing! Have a different idea? drop it for me and I'll think on it :)

If you haven't had time to catch up on Fumikage's story, find it here ~

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cozzzynook · 1 year

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Barefoot pregnant Dabi shuffling around inside the cottage waiting for Hawks to get back.

The man went out to do who knows what leaving Dabi in their home; sore, bored, restless and tired.

It’s been a few weeks since Dabi was put on early bedrest. His health was never the greatest and pregnancy did wonders on making it worse.

He was 𝘯𝘰𝘵 thrilled to be on bedrest at four months.

“Stupid Hawks.”

It was Hawks who got them in this situation in the first place.

A blindfold, hot oil, emotional vulnerability and a broken condom was all it took to undo Dabi’s careful planning.

Initially he was angry.

So many things could go wrong and he was trying to cover all the fears he held. Hawks had been understanding.

Heck, he was more scared than Dabi initially.

But after a lot of talking and a lot of crying, 𝘰𝘯 𝘋𝘢𝘣𝘪’𝘴 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘵, the two reached an agreement.

“𝘧𝘭𝘶𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘴,” the former villain sighs as he rubs the protruding baby bump.

Talking to the little one inside him became a daily routine now. His own little secret. It was something he did while Hawks was away, 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘤𝘩 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘶𝘳𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘩𝘦 𝘨𝘳𝘦𝘸, it brought him a comfort he didn’t think capable.

“When your dad, 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘥𝘢𝘥, comes back take all of his attention for me, kay?”

Gazing at the bump with a shaky tenderness that pulls the former villain’s heart, he caresses the side of his baby bump.

“I don’t need him pestering me while I work on our little secret kay?”

Waddling into the nursery, Dabi opens a drawer pulling out the mess of yarn and needles. Two pairs of baby mittens and baby booties laying on the dresser.

Half finished just like the two outfits he pulls out next.

Two baby onesies.

One baby blue and the other a soft red like Hawks feathers. The baby booties and mittens being laid beside their matching outfit.

“I don’t want him snooping where he doesn’t belong until I’m done, okay flutters?”

With nimble fingers does Dabi lift the two outfits to see the wing shapes he finally managed to learn just last week.

“I need this to be a surprise. Your dad doesn’t know about this yet and I think he’d like it.”

“He likes you too ya know?”

Setting the outfits down, Dabi cradles both sides of his bump, gaze distant yet soft.

“𝘐 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘐 𝘥𝘰.”

Keys jiggling in the door makes Dabi look up.

Putting away the two outfits, he wipes away a tear before shuffling from the nursery once Hawks sends a feather his way.

“Yeah, yeah birdie. I know I know. I’m getting back in bed.”

One last look at the dresser and Dabi unconsciously rubs his baby bump.

‘𝘞𝘦’𝘭𝘭 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘣𝘰𝘵𝘩. 𝘐 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘦.’

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Thanx for reading 🥰

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ama-kuu · 2 years

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Abandoned and Rehomed Chapter 3

Mostly setting the scene and fluff

Brief recap: Abandoned by Dabi, you were found on the streets by Hawks who ended up bringing you home. (LOL this kind of sounds like the courage the cowardly dog intro). Last night with Hawks was pretty soft, just him trying to take care of you.

Also I’m going to change the writing perspective from a Hawks X You (second person) to more of a Hawks X Y/N (First person). Let me know what you think, if I get enough feedback that people don’t like it then I can just revert back in the next chapter.

Link to Chapter 2 if needed

https://www.tumblr.com/blog/view/ama-kuu/655477351269924864?source=share

Please enjoy 😊

Also read on AO3 if that makes it easier

https://archiveofourown.org/works/31999786?view_full_work=true

A bright light peeked through the thick curtains lining the wall. I groaned while flipping over, essentially smothering my face into the pillow. I reached for Hawks but was blocked by a wall of fluff. Huh?? Curious, I lifted my head to peer over the soft border, the bed was empty and disheveled. In his place was another horde of pillows almost resembling a clustered nest. I couldn’t help but smile with how adorable he must have looked gathering them all this morning. Because I definitly couldn’t remember them being there last night.

Stretching out on the bed, I fought the urge to just curl up and burrow farther under the blankets. However my growling stomach argued otherwise. I rolled off the bed, taking a few of the pillows along with me. The brisk air creates prickles that spread over my body. Quickly, I snatched the flat sheet off the bed once realizing I was still naked from the night before. I tightly secure the sheet around my body and proceed to collect the fallen pillows and return them back to the bed. In a somewhat orderly arrangement.

The room itself was massive compared to what I was used to. But almost had a cold, clinical feel to it. The walls were bare, no decor, no personal touches. Well aside from the collection of pillows I guess. Other than the California King sized bed there was literally nothing. I did my best at arranging the mass of pillows in an orderly fashion, struggling against the unruly sheet that refused to keep me properly covered, before turning my attention to the heavy curtains covering the entire left side of the room.

Peaking through the curtain, I hissed as the light nearly blinded me while my eyes adjusted.

Wow.

I pulled the curtains all the way open, revealing not what I thought was windows but a giant sliding glass door. Beyond it an equally impressive balcony area. One that I could easily envision Hawks doing a routine of morning stretches.

How did I get so lucky? What could he possibly have been thinking when he basically scraped me out of the alley last night?

The thought of him last night referring to me as his pet had my nerves jittery. It was nice… being wanted. Looking around the room once more, I recognized the bathroom door. My face flushed as my heart fluttered from the flashbacks of yesterday. But I moved to what I assumed would be the closet. This time, not so surprised to find the excessively spacious walk in closet or dressing room, I suppose? Like I’m being completely serious it almost resembled a high end store with how his clothes almost were displayed for his personal viewing purposes.

Amongst the clothes hung, several copies of the VERY well recognized hero uniform, and numerous other high end designer brands. I let my fingers graze over the soft fabrics, stopping briefly on some to really appreciate the delicate textures. I eventually settled on a very comfy long black tee along with shamelessly snatching a pair of boxers.

I cautiously glance at the door before removing the sheet from around myself to replace it with the newly obtained articles of clothing. I struggle, big time, working my way into the shirt. The holes in the back panel make it a lot more complicated than intended to navigate my arms and head into. Once on, the shirt hung farther than expected, right at mid thigh, hiding the boxers entirely. Hawks wouldn’t mind me going through his things…. Would he?

I shifted my weight as I mulled my options. Maybe he would feel freaked out at the thought of a stranger going through his things. But on the other hand, he did tell me last night that he wanted to take care of me. My tail lightly flicked at that thought. I then consciously willed myself to stop from twisting the hem of his shirt, before letting out a deep breath. “I’m taking the shirt.” Decision made!

I released the hem all together and exited the closet. Still no sign of Hawks, what if he was having second thoughts, maybe he would also dump me, somewhere I could be someone else's problem. No… No. Deep breaths.

My stomach churned as my anxiety threatened to surface. Everything will be fine. I walked over to the last remaining door in the room, briefly pausing right before turning the knob. My grip tightened as I took a few more steady breaths. It’s okay… It’s gonna be fine, just go.

My ears perked forward as I cautiously opened the door. I peered out to see a wide open area, much like the bedroom, the living room and kitchen despite their grand size was only filled with bare essentials. However it was the large pair of crimson wings that redirected my attention to a very shirtless Hawks standing with his back to me at the stove.

“Good morning kitten! Did you have fun exploring?” Hawks turns around, away from the stove that he’s currently cooking breakfast on. I could see the slightest fluff of his feathers when he saw what I was wearing. Quick to recover he “Well well, glad you're making yourself at home.”

Immediately I feel my face flush in embarrassment, “ I’m sorry I hope you don’t mind” as I pick at the shirt’s hem.

“ Of course not, from today what’s mine is yours.” “Now how long are you gonna hide over there?” A smirk paints his face as he leans seductively against the counter.

I pause and try to take a moment to reset my brain as it short circuits. I stumble forward out of my frozen trance, being pushed gently from behind. Guided by the unseen force straight into Hawks, arrogantly waiting with open arms as I fall into his grasp.

My quirks instincts activate, my ears flatten and I rapidly turn to confront that the force that shoved me forward, a low growl rumbles through me before its forcefully shutdown.

My body froze immediately when I realized it was a small bunch of Hawks’ feathers.

My ears lift rapidly just to droop submissively. "I'm so sorry."

His eyes glared down, his smile dangerous with amusement? Instinctually I shivered against his dark gaze. "I - it was only on reflex."

Breaking eye contact, I directed my attention downwards to hyper-focus on the tiles below.

“Tch” Hawks' immediately forced my chin up, his eyes sharpened. My body on instinct shrunk under the looming threat. His wings flared around us making me feel even more cornered. I froze under him, my lungs seized to function while staring back at him.

"No worries kitten, I'm an understanding guy. But let's not repeat bad behaviors in the future, yea?" His eyes narrowed sharply as I wordlessly nodded in his grip.

“Now, enough of that." He spins back to the kitchen using his wing to wrap around me gently guiding me to a seat beside him. A plate of hot food is placed in front of me, my mouth immediately waters as I can't recall the last time I ate."Here eat, but pay attention, I'm gonna run through the house rules.

I take the fork from him and force myself to eat as if i'm not some starved animal, but hey if the boot fits right? He makes his own plate and leans against the counter across from me.

"One. No answering the phones or the doors. Especially if I'm not home. Two, Don't leave the house if I'm not with you. I don't want you to feel trapped but I have enemies and can't have you be a target.''

I took a break from eating to hold eye contact with him along with a small nod. "If you are bored or want something, tell me… I mean it. I'm by no means frugal and want you to be happy here. Unfortunately all I have now is the TV with streaming services. I'm gonna be away for the next few days so make a list while I'm gone and I'll order whatever when I get back."

I stopped eating after hearing that, "what you're leaving already?”

"Awe don't pout kitten." He reached across to lightly caress my face. " that brings us to number three. I'm going to give you a feather to have at all times. It will be as if i'm not even gone.''

A small downy feather appears in front of me connected by a thin black cord. I froze staring at the cord, my anxiety threatening to surface at the reminder of my old collar.

"Kitten." Hawks was by my side without me even realizing he moved." You don't have to wear it right away. Just as long as it stays with you. in a pocket even.

"N-no, I can do it. I just needed a minute." Very carefully I plucked the necklace from out in front of me. Taking a few deep breaths as I lowered it over my head. Once my fear dissipated, I was surprised at how weightless it was, as if it wasn't even there. I fiddled with the small feather but stopped when Hawks let out a small snicker.

" Ah, sorry kitten, they can be... a little... ticklish. Among other things. But that's for later."

"I really gotta head out though. There's food in the fridge or frozen meals in the freezer. Feel free to explore the house, I meant it when I said “What's mine is yours." He gave me a brief hug and a forehead kiss before taking off from the balcony.

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silvfyre-writings · 1 year

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What is Love? (MHA Fanfic)

A fic for the DabiHawks masquerade event! I hope you all enjoy!

Hawks had never experienced love.

He knew what it was of course, for he’d seen plenty of it over his years as a hero. He saw it in young couples freshly dating. He saw it in the elderly couples shuffling along to their favorite park bench. And he saw it in the many, many proposals that happened on the beaches of where he worked. Love was sweet, but it also came with pain. Break-ups that brought everyone to tears; the pain sometimes quick, sometimes not. It also brought with it, fights when a loved one did something their partner didn’t agree with, or when chores were left unattended for too long. The worst pain of all that love could bring with it though, was death. Hawks had seen a lot of death over the years; it was just part of being a hero, but the worst deaths were when one half of a relationship died. It was hard to watch as someone’s lover realized that the love of their life would never stand beside them again, and it was nearly impossible to watch as they broke down into terrible sobs that had his feathers shudder every time. But despite the pain, people still fell in love, and continued to love and push past the pain of it.

Hawks didn’t understand it.

He’d never experienced love.

He wasn’t allowed to.

His boss’ back at the Commission had always told him that love was a waste of time, that once he became Japan’s top hero, there wouldn’t be time to spend on loving someone. None of the people at the Commission had families; at least, none that Hawks knew. The workers that he did know went from home to work; work to home. They didn’t go out after they finished their shift, they didn’t talk about people they’d met, and they certainly didn’t talk about love. Hawks had asked them about it once, when he was younger; a teenager starting to go through puberty and dealing with a wide variety of new emotions. And he’d just watched two people his age kiss underneath a tree at the local park on his patrol route. So he was curious as to what emotion that was.

“It’s love, Hawks.” His trainer had said, as patient as they always were when he was curious. “It’s not something you’ll ever have to worry about.”

“Why not? Is love bad?” Hawks had asked.

The trainer had hesitated. “Sometimes. It can hurt, but it can be kind, but most of all, it needs time. And time is not something you’ll have much of once you debut.”

“So… I shouldn’t fall in love?”

“No, Hawks, you can’t fall in love.”

Despite his trainer’s words, Hawks found himself enamoured with the emotion, and as he entered his twenties, he wanted nothing more than to love someone. He didn’t care if it ended in tragedy or heartbreak. He didn’t care if it was the worst time of his life; he just wanted to know what it felt like to love someone. To wake up in the morning with someone else beside him. To have someone to come home to every night. To have someone to talk to that actually cared how his day had gone.

Hawks wanted to experience love.

But he didn’t think he ever would.

Dabi didn’t know what love was.

He’d heard of it, of course, but he didn’t believe in it. He couldn’t. Love to him was a false emotion used to manipulate others into doing what you wanted; used to hurt a person until they no longer knew what was love and what was pain. That was the kind of love that Dabi had grown up with. After all, his mother and his father had supposedly loved each other once, but by the time he was old enough to form memories of his own, their love had warped into something he didn’t recognize. All he remembered hearing was his mother and father arguing. All he remembered seeing was his fathers’ flames, and his mothers’ ice clashing together. All he remembered feeling was pain as he desperately tried to prove to his father that he was enough; that he was worthy of being loved; worthy of becoming a hero. But most of all, he remembered his heart breaking when his own mother, who should’ve supported him, turned her back on him as well.

Dabi didn’t understand it.

He didn’t know what love was.

Because he’d never been given it in the first place.

By the time Dabi had become a villain, he’d thrown away any form of love, rejecting it entirely. Anyone that tried to approach him with that stupid emotion found themselves burnt to a crisp; there was no room for love amongst his plans for revenge and destruction. Even once he’d joined the League, he rejected their attempts at getting closer to him, especially the attempts of Toga and Twice. It was easier to keep the likes of Shigaraki and Spinner at arm’s length; they weren’t overly interested in making friends either. But the rest of them? They tried and tried, and Dabi was reluctant to admit that they’d managed to weasel themselves into his tiny, shattered heart.

But he didn’t love them.

Love didn’t exist after all.

When the Number Two hero had approached him, telling him some bullshit story about how he wanted to join the League because of the way hero society was going, Dabi took the story with a grain of salt. He wasn’t an idiot; he knew exactly what it was that Hawks was hoping to achieve, and every instinct within him was screaming at him that letting Hawks even attempt to join would result in the destruction of everything they’d worked so hard for. Yet… there was something about the way that Hawks spoke; a strange look in the hero’s eyes that had Dabi hesitate.

It was hope.

It was so faint, that only years of observation allowed Dabi to notice it. It was the only part of Hawks that didn’t seem fake, the only part of him that was truthful as he continued to try and convince Dabi to let him into the League. Dabi was only half paying attention at that point, all too focused on those golden eyes that were telling him a different story to what was coming out of the hero’s mouth. Those eyes were telling him a story of pain and a desire to be free, yet Hawks’ body language was telling him the exact opposite. That was how he knew that Hawks was a liar.

He should’ve incinerated Hawks where he stood. He should’ve. No one would’ve questioned him, and it was the perfect opportunity to get rid of a high-ranking hero, someone that would certainly interfere with the League’s plans. But he didn’t. Instead, he reached out, one finger burning blue, and scorched a series of numbers into the arm of Hawks’ jacket. Was it necessary for him to have done that? No. But was it worth seeing the look on Hawks’ face as he did it? Yes.

“I’ll be in contact, hero.” Dabi said, turning on his heel and melding into the darkness from which he’d emerged from. The further he walked, the more he couldn’t forget those golden eyes, and the secrets they hid. Dabi couldn’t help but grin.

Hawks was a puzzle that he was going to enjoy unravelling.

The first few messages with Hawks were rather basic and sporadic; the hero far too busy with his work to actually respond much at all to Dabi’s attempts at conversation. It was annoying, but Dabi could accept it, for now. He wasn’t a smooth talker for nothing after all; he was almost certain that he’d manage to win Hawks over and discover the truth to his complexity. But for now, he’d settle with watching Hawks while he worked, finding a decently high rooftop that he could hide upon, and follow the hero, as weird as it was. Shigaraki had dared to call him a stalker when the man had seen just what it was that Dabi was doing, and it took everything in Dabi’s power to not incinerate the man. What he did with his spare time wasn’t anyone else’s business but his own.

In this time of observation, Dabi learnt a few things about Hawks; mainly that the hero was an absolute workaholic. Dabi had honestly never seen a hero that worked as much as Hawks did, and it had him questioning if the hero even slept. Considering he’d just watched Hawks down an entire can of coffee in one go, Dabi seriously doubted it. Maybe the hero had a secret secondary quirk that allowed him to not need sleep to function—although it seemed more likely that Hawks simply worked until he dropped, and took great care to make it appear that he wasn’t constantly sleep deprived.

Another thing that Dabi learnt, was that Hawks absolutely loved—literally—chicken. The few times Dabi had witnessed Hawks take a break; the hero had always managed to pull chicken seemingly out of thin air. Dabi honestly wouldn’t have been surprised if Hawks was the reason for the chicken shortage a few years back. Now that, had been an interesting year.

Eventually though, Hawks finally seemed to remember that Dabi actually existed, and began responding to the villain’s messages, meaning that Dabi could stop watching the hero while he worked. The messages between the both of them were still basic; more tentative attempts to discover more about the other without outright asking for the answers than an actual conversation. It was a technique that Dabi used on everyone that he communicated with, so to see Hawks using it right back at him was quite the surprise.

It was also frustrating to deal with. Anytime Dabi tried to get something out of Hawks, the hero managed to dodge it and throw some bullshit response his way. All Dabi wanted to know was what was actually going through Hawks’ mind, what could’ve possibly made the hero try and attempt to join the League. But without actually meeting with Hawks, there was no way that Dabi was going to learn anything.

So he arranged the first of many meetings.

It was tense; neither Hawks nor Dabi willing to give each other anything to work with. Not that they really spoke in the first place; they just watched each other, unmoving, until it was time for Dabi to leave with the promise of contacting Hawks in the future.

Hero and villain.

Pawn and gamemaster.

Dabi couldn’t help but grin as he walked away. This was just the start of the game; a game he was certain he’d win in the end. Why? Because Dabi wasn’t the type to take part in something he wasn’t going to win.

Months passed, and Dabi continued to talk and meet up with Hawks. Most of the time, the conversations they had were about heroes and villains, but recently, their talks had drifted onto other things; what they liked, what they disliked; mundane stuff that wasn’t really necessary for either of them to know in the first place. It was strange to talk about such things with the one person that was naturally Dabi’s enemy, yet he couldn’t help but do so. It was refreshing, to talk with someone that wasn’t a part of the League, because there was only so much of his fellow villains that Dabi could handle. Of course, living with a bunch of wanted villains came with its own eccentricities, but sometimes a villain just needed to talk to someone, or something, that wasn’t, well… a villain. But considering who Dabi was, his options were kind of limited.

“Why stay with the League if you can’t stand them?” Hawks had asked one time. It had been at one of their late-night meetings down at the docks, one of the meetings where he and the hero would just talk; the only light being the blue flame that Dabi let dance across his hand. A cold breeze had the hero fluffing his feathers, his wings being used as windbreakers, hands buried in his pockets. But despite the cold, Hawks’ eyes were bright and focused, focused on Dabi’s own eyes.

Dabi had pondered over Hawks’ words, breathing a puff of smoke into the winter air. Why did he hang around the League? He knew why of course; they were a means to an end, and that was that. Yet, somewhere along the way, they’d become some sort of messed up family to him. It was ironic to him; he’d run from one messed up family straight into another. Oh, how his mother would cry if she could see him now. “And where else would I go exactly, hero? Half the country wants me dead after all. Going it alone isn’t worth it now.”

Hawks had hummed, stepping over to where Dabi had stood at the waters edge, and plucked the cigarette from between his fingers, bringing it to his lips and exhaling. It would’ve been hot had the hero not immediately choked.

“There’s an art to that, birdbrain.” Dabi cackled, stealing back the cigarette to simply inhale and then exhale into Hawks’ face. To the hero’s credit, he didn’t flinch or cough; instead, he leaned in close, so close that their faces were only a few centimetres apart.

“Then why don’t you teach me?”

Somewhere along the way, Dabi realized that his relationship with Hawks had changed. No longer were they hero and villain, no longer were they simply acquaintances, but… whatever they were, Dabi didn’t have the words to describe it. Not only had Hawks made himself at the League headquarters—something that had only happened in the last month—but Dabi had also made himself at the hero’s apartment, which had also been a recent development—one that had only come to pass because of Dabi’s own shortcomings.

Seeing Hawks’ panicked expression as he tried desperately to not die from an infection had actually managed to make him feel the tiniest bit of guilt, even though he hadn’t really been able to control getting sick in the first place.

The fact that he and Hawks may have started to become friends, was enough for Dabi to keep his distance. Friendship wasn’t something he did, nor was it something he wanted. He had one goal, and he didn’t know if he was going to live or die once he’d accomplished that goal. And, well, the last thing he wanted to do was make the people closest to him sad; he’d done enough of that in his life already. It was simply best to keep everyone at arm’s length—even if he was failing at it—and pretend he saw them all as nothing more than a means to an end—another thing he was failing at. And he should’ve known that Hawks didn’t know what distance was, for any attempt that Dabi made at trying to keep his distance, Hawks just flew across that gap and dragged him back.

Not that Dabi minded. But he’d pretend he did.

Dabi liked to see the annoyance on Hawks’ face every time the hero had to track him down, the angry glint in his golden eyes that was softened by worry and concern that the hero couldn’t keep hidden from him. He liked to see the messy feathers and hair—and clothing—that came from the hero searching nearly the entirety of Japan for him. But most of all, he liked that Hawks had actually dropped everything to come looking for him in the first place. No one had ever done that for him before, and Dabi honestly didn’t know how he felt about it. It was strange, unfamiliar, yet nice all at the same time.

He could see the change in Hawks as well, the more their friendship bloomed. Hawks was no longer thinking about every word he said, instead speaking his mind as the words came to him, regardless of what they were. It had been amusing the first time he’d told Shigaraki to go fuck himself, although Hawks had been horrified at the time, and apologized profusely. But now? He didn’t hesitate to do so if someone from the League said something he didn’t like. Another thing that Dabi had noticed, was that Hawks actually looked less exhausted now; he looked like someone that was getting decent rest, and it pleased Dabi to know that that was the League’s doing, that Hawks could use them as an excuse to stop by and rest.

Look at them go, they were villains, and yet here they were, helping someone.

That was another thing too, that had changed. One that had taken many, many, months to accomplish. And that was getting Hawks to trust them enough to tell them why he was actually there. Well, tell Dabi at least. Because there was no way that he was letting Hawks tell the rest of the League, nor was he about to do the same either. Was it wrong? Maybe, but if Hawks did tell them, then there was no saving the hero. He’d be killed where he stood. Because knowing that Hawks’ endgame was to betray the League, even though the hero no longer wanted to, was the worst secret to have. Dabi had wanted to kill Hawks then and there after Hawks had told him. He’d wanted to protect this found family of his that he’d somehow gained, and the only way to do that was to kill the man threatening to undo everything they’d been working towards.

Yet he couldn’t.

Dabi had held a flaming hand inches away from Hawks’ throat, yet he’d been unable to follow through on the threat. Instead, he’d dropped his hand, and collapsed against Hawks.

“Why?” He’d asked. Hawks clearly didn’t want to complete his mission, he clearly held no love for the people shackling themselves to him, yet he still planned to do it anyway?

“I don’t know.” Hawks had whispered. The hero’s voice sounded the most broken that Dabi had ever heard it before, and he vaguely remembered Hawks crying over his sickly body.

But that had been the end of it.

Dabi simply went on pretending that Hawks had never told him anything in the first place. Because try as he might, Hawks meant a lot to him—so much so, that he was willing to jeopardize the League’s safety to keep the hero by his side.

And Hawks began to pretend as if he wasn’t being torn apart on the inside, as if the mere thought of betraying the League didn’t make him want to turn his sword on himself. Because he remembered that conversation long ago with his trainer about the one emotion, he couldn’t fall victim to.

Love.

“Dabi. Dabi.”

“What, Hawks?” Dabi refused to open his eyes, in a vain hope that the hero would take notice of his attempt to keep sleeping and leave him be. Just because Hawks could fall asleep before Dabi could even blink, did not mean he needed to be woken up at the crack of dawn.

“Wake up, I’m wasting away.” Apparently, Hawks had the awareness of a rock this morning, because the man dared to poke him.

Dabi’s eyes flew open and he growled. “And I’m trying to sleep, birdbrain. If the sun is not touching me, it’s not time to wake up.”

Hawks blinked, tilting his head in that adorable way he did when he didn’t quite get something. “But the curtains are shut?”

“Exactly.” Dabi rolled over in the bed and closed his eyes again. “You aren’t working today, birdbrain, you are allowed to rest.”

“I know…” He felt the bed shift around, until Hawks’ warm body was pressed against his back, a large wing draping over the two of them. “It’s just hard to—”

“Relax, I know. Just close your eyes, and let some time pass. Maybe you’ll sleep, maybe you won’t. But I will, so just get up when I wake up again.” Dabi pressed his back to Hawks’ chest as a way to tell the hero he wasn’t going anywhere. Whenever Hawks had a rare day off, like this one, the morning was the best part of it; getting to lay in bed and forget about the fact that Hawks was a hero and he was a villain, and that they were actually enemies. Dabi would never admit it, but he enjoyed these days, and he could tell that Hawks did as well, if the way that the hero’s body became heavy against him as Hawks slipped back into sleep.

Dabi grinned at the singular snore that came from the hero.

Today was going to be a good day.

When Dabi woke up a couple of hours later, Hawks was still asleep. Perfect. Just how he wanted it. Carefully, Dabi extricated himself from the grip that Hawks had on him, taking a great amount of care to avoid jostling the hero. The last thing he wanted was Hawks waking up and finding out what he was planning.

The plan being breakfast.

It wasn’t often that Dabi cooked, since being a wanted person living in abandoned houses and warehouses didn’t leave much time to spend on cooking decent food. So, whenever he got the opportunity to stay with Hawks, he always made an effort to cook, especially since the last time he did so, Hawks had tried cooking and given them both food poisoning. The rest of the League hadn’t let him live that down for weeks, and Dabi hadn’t let Hawks set foot in the kitchen again since. It wasn’t Hawks’ fault anyway that he couldn’t cook; it wasn’t like the HPSC had made the time to teach their perfect hero how to cook. Apparently, cooking wasn’t a necessary skill to being a hero.

Breakfast wasn’t going to be anything fancy, on account for Dabi’s own poor appetite on the best of days, and Hawks not really eating breakfast in general, but there was nothing wrong with a simple meal to start the day. Dabi tiptoed towards the kitchen slowly, grabbing out the ingredients he needed as silently as possible. It reminded him of his childhood briefly, sneaking out to the kitchen once everyone else was asleep to sneak food out of the kitchen, and after years of doing it, he’d never been caught.

“Oh, so that’s why you wanted me to go back to sleep.” Hawks sleepy voice drifted into the kitchen, the hero appearing a moment later, feathers ruffled and out of place, and hair sticking up like Hawks had been shot with a spark of electricity. It was nothing a good preening wouldn’t fix, and it was adorable, so Dabi wasn’t going to say anything. Savour the moment and all.

Dabi pointed the spatula he was holding at Hawks. “You sit and wait. No kitchen for you.”

“Are you serious? That was one time, Dabi!” Hawks huffed, but still obeyed him and sat in one of the chairs at the island.

“One time I don’t care to repeat, bird brain. But no, I’m almost done. So, sit.”

“I am sitting.”

“Shut up.” Dabi turned back to the bacon and eggs he was cooking. Could he cook something a little fancier? Certainly. Did he want to? Absolutely not. And from the tired look on Hawks’ face, he didn’t seem to care whether he was served the Taj Mahal of breakfasts, or just a few pieces of meat and some eggs.

A comfortable silence fell upon the room, the only sound the sizzling of bacon, and the clinking of dishes as Dabi moved about the kitchen. He chanced a glance towards Hawks, grinning a little when he noticed the hero’s head pillowed on his arms, and his eyes closed. Whether the hero was actually sleeping or not, he didn’t know, but if Dabi made sure to move around a little quieter, then who was going to know?

“Hawks.” Dabi whispered, placing a plate of food in front of the hero once he’d finished cooking. When the hero didn’t move, Dabi nudged him with the plate.

Hawks shot up, eyes flicking from side to side before they focused on the plate in front of him. Pink dusted the hero’s cheeks as he seemed to realize he’d been asleep. “Did I fall asleep?”

“Guess so.” Dabi moved to sit beside Hawks with his own plate of food. “It’s tiring work, saving the world after all.”

“No hero talk at the table.” Hawks scolded. “But yes, that would be why I’m tired.”

“Well, it’s a good thing you have the day off today. Plenty of time to sleep, and you have your own personal heater to keep you warm.”

“Wow, my own personal heater, how lucky am I?” Hawks grinned.

The two of them engaged in quiet chatter as they ate, simply talking about meaningless things; the latest fashion trends, a new restaurant opening up in the city, or Hawks crashing into a window like the dumb bird he was, and Dabi throwing the League out of their latest hideout to give it a good cleaning. It was things like that, that allowed them to enjoy each other’s company, to forget about the world outside that continued to turn around them.

“Is this the plan for the day? Laze about on the couch and watch movies?” Dabi questioned when Hawks dragged him into the living room after breakfast and practically shoved him into the couch.

“Is there something wrong with that?” Hawks raised an eyebrow at him before going to sit at Dabi’s feet on the floor. A subtle hint for what he truly wanted without actually asking for it.

Dabi grinned, immediately running heated hands through Hawks’ wings, smoothing out the ruffled feathers, enjoying the way they felt beneath his hands. “No, of course not. As long as it’s not some lame hero movie, I’m down.”

“What if it’s one of my movies?” Hawks looked over at Dabi, a grin on his face.

“You don’t have a movie.”

“No, but I could’ve.”

Dabi huffed, and pushed Hawks’ head back to the front. “Shut up and pick a movie, will you?”

In the end, Hawks picked a movie that neither of them had seen—a romcom from the looks of it. Dabi couldn’t help but cringe, although he kept his mouth shut. It may not be a genre he liked in particular, but it was what Hawks wanted to watch, so he’d make the sacrifice. It just meant that he could spend more time focusing on the wings in front of him; make sure that all the feathers were neat and back in their rightful places.

It also gave him the time to think about everything.

Dabi knew that what was going on between him and Hawks couldn’t last forever—he couldn’t deviate from his mission, and Hawks couldn’t deviate from his own. It was something that had coursed arguments between them in the past before they’d realized that it was simply easier to just move past it and take advantage of the time they did have. Did it hurt? Regrettably, yes, but there was nothing that either of them could do about it. It was why, on days like today, that Dabi took the time to pamper Hawks, because he knew that when he was gone—dead or imprisoned, he didn’t know—that there would be no one to do so.

“What’s wrong?” Dabi was dragged from his mind as Hawks tilted his head to look up at him, concern on his face.

Dabi frowned, and poked Hawks between his eyes. “Nothings wrong, go back to your movie.”

“Nah, that’s your thinking face, and I thought we both agreed no thinking on these days.”

“I’ll think if I want to. Not that I was.” Dabi leant back against the back of the couch, pulling his hands away from Hawks’ wings, the hero whining at the lack of warmth.

Hawks stared at him for a moment—ignoring the movie as it continued to play in the background—before clamouring onto the couch and wriggling himself into Dabi’s arms. Dabi gave the hero a weak glare, but didn’t try to stop Hawks, just allowing Hawks to jostle him around until they were both comfortable. Dabi was now leaning against the side of the couch with Hawks spread out on top of him, arms wrapped around his waist, and blonde hair tickling his chin. Dabi couldn’t help but relax at the familiar position, for it was one that they usually ended up in at least once whenever the two of them hung out at Hawks’ home.

Hawks liked it for the warmth that came from Dabi.

Dabi liked it for the touch that came from Hawks.

No more words were said between them, yet Dabi could tell that Hawks knew exactly what it was that he’d been thinking about—if the tight grip was anything to go by—and he dropped a hand to rest on the blonde locks beneath him, running his fingers through them every now and then. Dabi shifted so that he wasn’t sitting up so much, and focused all of his attention on the movie playing, cracking jokes and making snide remarks at the characters until he felt Hawks relax against him.

Just as it should be.

For today was a day to forget the world.

#mha #bnha #mha fanfic #dabihawks #dabi #hawks #soft dabi #soft hawks #fluff #fanfiction #writing

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nightfall-kachiniko · 3 months

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Headcanon that you tease Keigo by acting like a fan, like you’ll walk in the door and be like

You: “OH MY GOD IS THAT #2 WINGED HERO HAWKS?!?! ”

Keigo: “Oh my gosh not this again.”

You: “I LOVE YOU SO MUCH HAWKS IM YOUR BIGGEST FAN HAVE MY BABIES YOUR SO HOT!!”

And u do it so randomly too he loves it, since he gets a ton of hugs and kisses ofc 🫶

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bea-does-stuff · 11 months

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𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐬𝐡𝐲 𝐢𝐧 𝐜𝐫𝐨𝐰𝐝𝐬 (𝐦𝐡𝐚 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫)

𝘴𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘢 𝘳𝘦𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘪 𝘮𝘢𝘺 𝘰𝘳 𝘮𝘢𝘺 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘟𝘋 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘪𝘵’𝘴 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘢 𝘺/𝘯 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘨𝘦𝘵𝘴 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘴𝘩𝘺 𝘪𝘯 𝘤𝘳𝘰𝘸𝘥𝘦𝘥 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘯𝘦𝘤𝘬

𝘞𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴: 𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘴𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘴𝘰𝘤𝘪𝘢𝘭 𝘢𝘯𝘹𝘪𝘦𝘵𝘺

𝘞𝘰𝘳𝘥 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘵: 241

𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘴: 𝘥𝘢𝘣𝘪, 𝘬𝘪𝘳𝘪𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘮𝘢, 𝘩𝘢𝘸𝘬𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘰𝘶

𝐓𝐎𝐔𝐘𝐀 𝐓𝐎𝐃𝐎𝐑𝐎𝐊𝐈

He was confused at first, he didn’t know how to react when you buried your soft face on the crook of his neck, but now…he loves it

What he finds most adorable is the embarrassed little noises you make, it’s makes him crack a smile every single time

He allows you to bury your head as long as you need to, he knows it makes you comfortable, and your comfort matter most to him

𝐄𝐉𝐈𝐑𝐎 𝐊𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐌𝐀

He knows how shy you can be, so when you bury your head in his neck, he takes as a sign of trust from you

We would wrap his arms around you and give you a soft pep talk. He knows you struggle from this, and he will never let you struggle alone

𝐊𝐄𝐈𝐆𝐎 𝐓𝐀𝐊𝐀𝐌𝐈

He damn near died of cuteness the first time you did it, your cute embarrassed face mixed with your slightly shaky body made him squeal with cuteness

He wraps you in his wings, almost in a protective way, grabbing you by the chin with his hand

“Hey, it’s ok love! Your ok” he smiles

𝐇𝐈𝐓𝐎𝐒𝐇𝐈 𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐎𝐔

He was so confused he almost thought it was a prank

He kind of understands, despite not showing it, he does get nervous around people, but being with you calms his nerves

He tries to take you to a more empty area to calm you down, rubbing your back in hopes to make you more relaxed

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ryuichifoxe · 20 days

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I read a fic this morning that punched me in the gut with Hawke and Varric feelings, so I had to get them out of my system

#ryu art #varric tethras #bennett hawke #varric/hawke #a soft moment at skyhold #months before adamant and anything bad happens #ryu plays dragon age

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