#anyways this fic is Dabi (surprise!)

[theloveinc]

me: I love writing main characters with no personality. Genuinely. I love making bland y/ns bc I feel like it allows for more ambiguity in interpretation which is something I really enjoy as a reader just in general, especially since apathy is usually my tone for description in any work at all—

also me: salt baes my mcs with contextual character development when i come up with 1 (one) interesting piece of lore for them

[ghostbeam]

What if I wrote this fic in one night 😮

[corollaservant]

Introspect // Dabi x f!reader (18+)

Synopsis: The past never dies. But it can often be forgotten. (3.4k)

Warnings: yandere/obsessive behavior, captivity, stalking, violence, noncon/dubcon, jealousy, delusion, denial, implied PTSD, deterministic and nihilistic philosophical paradigm, Dabi's POV—stream of consciousness type fic

A/N: wrote this in 3hrs. majorly inspired by (and dedicated to) my fave tumblr writer, new magic wand by tyler the creator and this dabi art 🖤

Happy. You looked happy, that’s what he thought when he saw it.

Not in a way you’d been with him anyway. He didn’t know whether that was for the better. The first thing he thought was you posted him. Of course you would. He was not patched, burnt or looking like someone who escaped the psychiatric ward. Without proper clothing, jumping out of a window, frantically running towards the opposite direction. Was it a matter of appearance? Or did you just not like him enough? He wouldn’t know, you hadn’t spoken in a month. And some days. That’s when you told him you needed space. Seriously, people needed to come up with better excuses, this one was over-saturated. Was it bad he clung onto you? It’s not like you had many friends, all he had asked was more of your time. Your stupid job wasn’t even that important—he never bothered finding out what you did exactly, it’s not like he didn’t care, he just wanted you there. The rest of your whereabouts were none of his business as long as you were not conversing (excessively) with anyone else. Because even then, why would you need to do that? He could do it for you.

He had no actual job, well, classifying as a villain doesn’t get you far in life, he called himself a freelancer. Freelancer in murder and theft, maybe. But he felt like he had a share in serving divine justice. A modern vigilante so to say. Any accidental death was a misfortune, a predetermined fate. He didn’t want to pretend to be integrated in society for you to like him, he was lucky because he didn’t have to. Which then reminded him of how he met you.  

Petting strays at night wasn’t careful of you, especially with the crime rates in the city. But you had done so regardless, he remembers it vividly: You in an alley, on your knees, not caring about the dirt coming in direct contact, extending your hand. The cat was barely visible, he could only make out its yellow eyes. But then, the cat saw him, he knew cats had brilliant vision and it left you, perhaps in thought he had food you didn’t. You turned your head only to take a step back. Not smart, you landed on your ass as you opened your mouth. Did he scare you? Of course, what a stupid thing to ask. Under other circumstances he’d leave. Making fun of strangers wasn’t really his thing, not unless they deserved it, but the cat seemed to take a liking to him. Animals loved him, his mom used to tell him not to trust people who repelled them, it was a bad sign. Animals had instinct, animals could tell. He decided to pet the little guy (or girl?), as he kneeled down and softly touched its head. That was another thing about cats. They didn’t give a fuck about the staples or burnt odor, they just wanted food and the occasional touch. He liked cats. He could see himself in them. Something in the domesticity of the situation must've calmed you down because you fixed your posture and to his surprise approached him. It was still dark, you were still a woman and alone in an alley. 

‘’He likes you.’’ You told him. Had you already figured out it was a male stray? Dabi must’ve underestimated you. Your voice hid a whine, a soft protest but it was not annoyance and he shifted his gaze.

‘’Yeah.’’ was all he said. 

‘’Can I?’’ You asked. Why were you asking for permission, this wasn’t even his cat. 

‘’Sure.’’

You were so close, trying not to scare the cat and also touch him, he noticed. Your finger tried to avoid his but the cat’s head was unfortunately not that big so you eventually grazed a digit over him. You hadn’t flinched back then, hadn’t even scrunched your nose, were you not afraid? Didn’t the smell and appearance repel you? Apparently not, you seemed so invested in getting the cat to like you. It wasn’t like it didn’t. The stray ended up loving you, purring at your touch and looking in your eyes, like a man in love. And maybe it wasn’t just the cat. 

-

Within three days of your first encounter he had you on his chest, in your apartment of course, where else could he have you? He wanted to fuck you the first time he saw you, but the urge wasn’t that violent, which had taken him by suprise. You also did not seem like the type to give it up easily. He’d have to do some mental jumping jacks to get you, he didn’t worry about revealing too much though; he didn't have a lot to say, his old identity long buried away with his sensitivity. He still didn’t feel like hurting you. The first night he told you his name, Dabi, and it was so convincing, he too had believed it. You exchanged trivial information neither cared about and he offered company on your way back. He scolded you for being alone in the neighborhood, like some good samaritan, he laughed as he guided you through dimly lit alleys with zero traffic. 

‘’Want to come inside?’’ You had asked. Already? Were you that easy? But who was he to say no?

Your place was small, as expected, neat and tidy, with a few clothes on the bed, nothing bad. It smelled nice too, he noticed a small plant on the coffee table. How gullible to let him in like that. Dabi imagined how many times you must’ve been wronged in life. But you being you—it was probably something that flew over your head daily. You’d call it compromise, he’d call it stupidity.

He had fucked you in missionary that night, a true gentleman, easing his way inside and slightly towering, making sure the stapled skin under his sternum didn’t touch your sensitive one. You were soaking by the time you stopped making out and he slid a finger inside, warm and enticing, his cock hardened in primal ways. He had softly thrown you on your bed (his definition of soft wasn’t exactly soft, you had let out a groan, was it bad?) and climbed on top. You were looking at him expectantly, your eyes glassy, was that pain or excitement, Dabi would bet bucks on the latter. The way you had shyly parted your legs, not for his cock, but to fit him in between was sickeningly pretty, he could swear he was almost…nervous to slip his cock inside. And he was right, trying to fit it inside failed him two or three times while he pretended to toy your clit with his cockhead. You didn’t seem to mind, his act must’ve been convincing, you were softly moaning and your eyes dared to look at the sight of his swollen tip against your lower lips, was it pretty? He had fucked you as hard as he would allow himself—your body could take it, he had to be honest, the more he stuffed you, the more he needed to drive his cock further into your soft walls, there was no room for play pretend romance here. But you seemed to like it too, wrapping your arms around the bare part of his back, fingers accidentally trailing the stapled skin and groaning near his face. ‘’Fuck.. right there.. D-Dabi! More!’’ More? Sure, you could have more. A patched arm strongly pinned a leg above your head, touching the bed frame, as his stiff and pained cock violated your cunt, he could feel how deep he was and constantly fought the urge to spill already. As for you? Tears from your eyes fell down your now stained sheets as you screamed. Pleasure, pain, honestly he didn’t care much about what it was, your pussy clamping down on him the last thing he felt before he bit down your neck, almost ripping out the skin tissue. His cum slowly trickled out, while both of you panted, each exhale synchronizing with the clock ticking in the kitchen. 

There were no voids you could fill, he knew it, interacting with others proved to be a daily reminder. But there were voids you soothed, pain you healed just with your head resting where a heart used to be. Heart beating irregularly, like his feet in his childhood, with excitement, with a different type of eagerness. These weren’t thoughts he made that night and that’s how he knew he liked you. That night his mind was blank for the very first time, carefree from reality, from the ugliness of living—you had sex with some stained villain, who hadn’t only stained your cunt, but your sheets too, your morals indirectly and heart along the way. These thoughts came to him when he saw the photo. Space. You said you needed space. There wasn’t any relationship established, what the fuck you needed space for? Because now he had found something to give waking up a reason. Someone to regularly satisfy his cock with, someone to take away his thoughts and halt his aimless wandering. And you needed space. How lame. You know what? He could give you space. Indirectly of course. He’d still follow you around, check the whereabouts and conversations, sit outside your house and watch you get undressed. But you looked happy. And he couldn’t decipher in what way. Was he a friend? Who gives a fuck about the guy anyway, why were you smiling like that? You never posted him, that's for sure, you knew in the three months of irregular hanging out (to call it dating would be a joke) that he hated it. And so you never did, even though he wanted you to deep down. Something small. A grocery store visit, one you made when he said he’d cook dinner (he had burnt it). But you never did and now here you are posting with someone irrelevant. 

Murder wasn’t the answer. Stupidly enough it was always associated with morality. But you’d think Dabi would have none of that. He thought murder was stupid. No second of his time ought to be wasted for the next guy. Though he had to admit, he often contemplated whether you’d want this. You didn’t know shit about him. But a sudden murder would definitely have you crawling for protection. And who better than the one who committed it? He honestly wouldn’t go out of his way to do all that. He wanted you organically. It had been a long time since he wanted someone. But you sufficed. You were enough. You never asked, never complained, not even when you’d come home from work, exhausted and dirty and he was waiting at your door. Not even when you were shoved against the cupboards and fucked without remorse—you still wrapped your legs around him and whimpered on his neck. And fuck if that didn’t feel good. He hugged you in your sleep. You’d both sleep in opposite directions, you first of course, so you’d never notice he switched sides and brought a leg over yours, resting his head on your throat, feeling each breath, each pulse. You’d wake up confused at the position, he’d say he didn’t remember. These were the few nights he could reach REM state. No vivid dreams of course, a shipwreck maybe and some elevator descending, lack of control or whatever bullshit he read once. He could still dream though, a miserable reminder he was still human. 

He was always mean. The world didn’t care to mold someone into being nice. What would that even be? He thought nice meant exchange. Be nice and you’d get a pair of shoes. Act nice and you’ll get to watch TV. Treat others with respect and you’d be the family’s topic of discussion over Christmas. Sure, there were selfless people, he wasn’t crazy to think there weren’t a few of them left. You’d be his prime example. And you weren’t even stupid. But your willingness to help and give bordered exploitation. It hit him like lightning. You needed to get away, the real world was doing damage to people like you. If you were with him, you wouldn't have to think twice about being taken advantage of. He’d still be mean, you wouldn’t change that. But at least you’d sleep assured knowing that he’d never, ever demand something from you. Well…besides your presence, though he’d take you as you are, so in retrospect you’d come to appreciate him for the service. 

When he came to pick you up (abduct sounded rough—you’d also want this eventually) you had just finished work. To others you seemed fine, to him you looked exhausted. No need for mask, no need for clothes, he had everything arranged. You hadn’t objected much, he tried the kind approach first, he had only asked you to go for a ride with him in a car he stole, something you’d never know. The place was a dump, a couch covered in dust and a rusty kitchen, but you’d both make it work. It wasn’t like he couldn’t find money. He would, eventually. He remembers the way your eyes widened, what were you expecting, a trip to the countryside for some mimosas? You should’ve known better. ‘’What are we doing here?’’ You had asked, looking him in the eyes, you seemed frightened like the first time you saw him in the alley, it all ends in the beginning of the cycle, such a paradox, he thought. ‘’This is our new place.’’ He cooed as he approached you, you took a step back. There really was no reason for you to be scared, you’d grow to understand the only thing scaring you would be losing him. 

He had tried to kiss you but you protested, pushing him away, a shame really and he wanted to continue with the nice approach. Well then again nice didn’t really exist so it wouldn't have worked anyway. He kissed you, your mouth was closed but not for long before it was forced open, arms snaking around your waist and pinning you to a wall collecting condensation since god knows when. He was on your neck, kissing, biting, frenzied moves really, he needed you more than he needed whatever kept him alive. Three months ago, he stopped thinking. Now, the only thing he thought was you. He dragged you to the dusty sofa, he thought of using his quirk to burn the fabric, but ripping it out came naturally. You were laid out naked and shivering, his hands grabbed your waist—was this warm enough for you? You whispered something, maybe it was louder than a whisper, stop or whatever but he couldn’t listen. He found your cunt immediately, he was almost drooling at the sight, when was he that hungry ever again? Something about your life. People behind. You said something, he didn’t listen. You weren’t that wet like the first time, he understood. Women, they need emotional connection. Maybe a sloppier kiss to get them going. He found your mouth again, forcing you to kiss him back while he gorged on yours, a small movement in your hips, a pad of his finger back on your cunt. Wetter, perfect. He slid up a finger, curling it while his thumb grazed over your clit, you whimpered. That was a sound he could finally register. He’d bring back that smile, but it’d be for him only. One finger turned to two and eventually three, he needed to stretch you out to take him, nothing had changed since the first time, just his eagerness. His cock throbbed in his black pants, he wanted to taste you. 

You moaned and attempted to touch his hair. He didn’t mind but this wasn’t the time. He moved his head lower, spreading your thighs open and spitting on your clit. Spittle dripped down your slit and his index finger trailed it along the entrance, earning him a moan. See, you already enjoyed this too much. This would be your life now on, he’d fuck you till you wouldn’t want another thing. Captivity had a good side after all. He’d treat you so well, he wouldn’t even have to force all that domestic bullshit on you. You’d do it willingly. He eats your cunt out like it's the most sacred meal, sloppily and without coordination, pushing his tongue inside and gripping your thighs forcefully and what is this? You buck your hips up, wanting more, needy little slut. Perfect, so perfect for making him stop thinking. Making him forget. His cock must leak precum, it feels uncomfortable and he wants you to coat his tongue, he really does, but please understand, he needs you. Now. To bother removing his pants fully would be hilarious, he has neither time nor desire to do so, they’re slid down half way, his cock jumps on his abdomen and he gives it an impatient stroke—looking at you always. Let me go. You say, what? Were you stupid? Right before the best part? Right before the start of a new life? Of a life you should be living years ago? Delusional, you’re delusional. ‘’You love me, baby.’’ He tells you and lets his cockhead slip in your entrance, bit by bit until he’s bottomed out and you wince, he doesn’t move just for a second, this should be enough and then starts thrusting without consideration. Like it’s an incentive, like you’re a hole that needs filling, a mere means to an end. You protest a bit more, if you get louder he might have to get violent on you, please understand he doesn’t want this. You’ll get it, eventually. He can’t decipher the look on your face, it certainly doesn’t scream happy like in the photo. 

And then he’s reminded of the photo and a rage is born. ‘’Did he fuck you this good?’’ He spears his cock inside, you are hitting against the arm of the couch, your mouth contracts and you dampen his cock, so he must be doing something right. ‘’Tell me, did he fuck this cunt?’’ He asks and you just moan—are you dumb? Why aren’t you answering? His arms envelop your throat, pressing on the carotid artery as your muffled moans get even more constricted, he spits on your face and demands an answer. Dirty. Slut. Dirty. ‘’N-o’’ comes out your mouth. He hadn’t tainted you? He hadn’t touched you. ‘’I’m sorry.’’ He wipes the saliva off your cheeks, it’s so...wet? Are you crying? Why are you crying? He hates it. ‘’I’m sorry.’’ He kisses you while he plunges deeper, you groan and try to avoid him, stop doing this, you���re his now, it’s final. ‘’I’ll make you feel better, alright?’’ He breathes out, he knows you like his fingers, he knows. His thumb circles achingly, longingly even on your puffy clit while you clench around him, your breathing is labored, you have to cum—cum now! On his cock, show him how much you love him. A few more strokes and he has you clamping down, more tears, so many tears and you moan out his fake name, with anger maybe or an orgasm high, he can’t tell and he doesn’t care either, it’s enough. He needs to steal a kiss one last time and feel the way you squeeze and soak all around to let his load paint you white, maybe he is like a woman after all, longing for emotion, even when he has to fulfill plain instincts. You don’t talk after it, you don’t even blink, you aren’t passed out, are you? He wasn’t that hard, come on now. He has to remove himself, clean you up, the couch and he the least of his priorities. You need to get accustomed. You’ll love it. 

You never ask. About the photo. About your family. About anything prior. But that’s not something he dwells upon, he doesn’t like to look back. You still sleep next to him, well, there aren’t many other options available, yet you do. You still breathe softly in your sleep, he still hugs you from behind. You’ve become a sedative, a very much needed one. He dreams some days, an elevator falling, a shipwreck. Only, you’re there this time. 

The few days he remembers the dream, he appreciates the company. He can only hope you do, too. 

[seneon]

I LOVE YOUR HEADCANNON OF DABI PUSHING YOU WITH HIM FROM A BRIDGE AAAA I NEED MORE STUFF LIKE THIS I’M BEGGINGGGG

COME AROUND ──── touya todoroki.

about. he gambles with life and death using you. gn! reader. apart of kiss me until my lips fall off. wc of 800+

notes. omg people wants my hcs to be written in full fics 😳 keep sending in requests guys. @bbluefllame type shi

the night is young, the city below shone a wonderful show of bright lights that seemed like fuzzy little balls to you.

gentle wind blew kisses onto the skins of both you and touya. your hair swayed along the flow of the wind, touya's own hair danced a little to his dislike.

above the two, the moon watched as it showered its silver and ethereal hues all around the city, giving it a magical feeling. or like a selenite blessing to the night from heaven.

stars accompanied the moon, millions and millions of them dancing around the moonlight and showering the black sky with twinkling diamonds.

it was truly a beautiful sight to behold on a night like this. it's also indecisive to you whether you want to fix your gaze onto the city, or the moon.

much to the villain's surprise, you were oddly silent when it came to staring into the night sky or gazing down the busy night city. just gazing at the stars alone made him wonder what connection could you possibly have with the night to hold you under so much control.

truth is, you were a selenophile, someone way too in love with the moon to have it ignored every night. stargazing and moon-gazing were one of your hobbies besides causing trouble for others. the night simply had so much influence on you.

touya is seated at the edge of a tall building which he somehow managed to sneak in with your help. turquoise eyes looked down at every little life below, his hair dancing in the wind. while you're beside him standing on your feet, arms propped onto the only thing that blocks you from kissing the start of your death.

you let out a sigh and he catches it, glancing to the side and looking down at your bored self.

“what? getting bored from staring at the moon now?”

“yeah. what exactly are we up here for again?” you asked him to recall anything that might've been mentioned but slipped through your mind because honestly, you have no idea why you even agreed to help him sneak up a building that's just a little taller than the rest.

at your question, touya shifted in his seat, now moving to stand at the edge in resemblance to a circus show as you watched him in complete silence.

“stand up here,” he tells you— well, demands you, while you simply raise a brow at his words. “are you crazy? do you want me to die?”

“crazy, yes. dying, no. get up and stand with me anyways.”

you could see him rolling his eyes and feel his coat flowing backwards and flaring right beside your ear as seconds passed by. you hesitated, for a long while, before you let out a defeated sigh and joined touya in his life or death game.

it brought a victorious smirk on his face, a smirk so triumphant that it has you thinking more than twice about your life choices.

“you're not gonna die. i think,” his words echoed throughout your ears as it played through the image of you walking on a thin string just like the one circus performers will walk on without failing.

touya's hands slithered around your waist, pulling you close to his body as you stumbled a little in your foothold, the sudden fear of heights kicking in as shivers immediately made their debut to implant themselves onto your skin.

“oh. my. god, don't do this to me.”

only a chuckle elicited from his lips as your hands subconsciously moved to hold the man’s torso.

without a single warning, you felt him pushing the small of your back, bringing you down and over the edge as he pushed his feet off the ground. now, it is just you, touya, and your screams that echoed through the night. and of course, the physics of falling right into the surface of your death.

in those few seconds of you screaming, your screams twisted into a cheerful cry.

touya held you close, glancing to the side as he watched your fears slowly disintegrating along the wind that ran past the two of you upon falling. he too, felt the need to let out a few laughs here and there to relish in the thrill of gambling with life and death.

in about twenty seconds or so, once the surface nears the two of you, the villain used a fair amount of his blue flames to shoot it on the ground, pushing him backwards so he can have a safe and perfect landing with you in his arms.

now seated on the ground, dumbfounded and dazed from the near-death experience, you let out a stifled laugh before your faded fears returned.

“never do that again!”

“you looked like you had fun,” touya simply said, swinging his hands around to put out any remaining flames.

“you're trying to kill me!”

“we'll die together then.”

“yeah, that's sooooo romantic.”

you rolled your eyes and stood up, brushing your clothes before shivering once again at the replay of the experience in your mind. “at least warn me next time.”

touya let out a scoff then a tiny smile. “i knew you'd come around to the idea.”

© SENEON 2024 ♱ do not repost, alter, or translate.

[bythepen98]

Doodles || Hawks

Loosely based on "A Gilded Cage is Still a Cage" by @cuspidgoddess (great work! I enjoyed it)

[Long; tldr at the bottom] Thoughts while I drew this, and disclaimer: I'm no author, just someone who can't shut up sometimes when inspired

Family LoV and complicated relationship with the HPSC. Not quite bashing like in the fic, but still shady and contributed to Keigo's lack of self-worth and tendency to keep a tight leash on his more mutant instincts until Tokoyami and the league encouraged him out of it.

Dabi spoils him and calls him pretty bird. At this point, it's a dabihawks headcanon that I'm sticking to.

searched google: "do hawks mate for life?" Answer: if conditions allow, then yes. OKAY THEN. Noted

It's hard to say what the future will hold what with Keigo's life being a complete mess, but he's willing to latch on to Dabi for as long as he's allowed to. Forever, preferably. If the way he melts into putty under Dabi's hands instead of flinching away from it is any indication. Tokoyami being the first person he allowed himself giving physical affection to and that was more of a paternal connection than the fluttery feeling he gets whenever he thinks of Dabi's blue, blue eyes.

Been enchanted with him since the early days when they've first met and Dabi finally looked at him with a less wary/hostile gaze. When the moonlight glinted onto his staples just right (blame his bird fueled fascination with shiny things), and the low, albeit sarcastic croon of acknowledgement from the man, he was completely gone. The chirp -with a pathetically pinning lilt to it- that rose out of him in response was embarrassing but worth it when it made Dabi chuckle.

He'd totally understand if Dabi woke up one day and decided he was more trouble than it was worth though. No, really. He'd probably cry and hopefully not pluck too many of his feathers again out of stress but he'll live. He's made of sterner stuff, been trained to handle sterner stuff. It's fine.

His handlers have always commented on how troublesome he was when they thought he couldn't hear him. The league told him they were lying though, that he was perfect just as he is and, obvious and ironic circumstances aside, made a great hero, but surely there was a kernel of truth to it? Not all of it could be lies.

Someday, he doesn't know when, but someday for sure, the growing affection he can see in Dabi's eyes will fade away and would be laced with annoyance the way some of the few, nicer handlers had during his brief time with them training pre-debut. It's inevitable.

Maybe Dabi would get annoyed with his constant chirping, trills and whistles. Maybe he'll get tired of seeing his bedroom cluttered with trinkets Keigo would collect, his closet with a significant amount of clothes missing and said clothes occupying the bed, arranged in a way that soothed Keigo's brain but probably disgruntled and looked like a mess to Dabi even if he didn't show it. Maybe he'll get tired of lugging him around and then tell him to use his legs or wings when both are perfectly functioning and aren't there for decoration. Keigo just can't help that he likes being carried around sometimes. Dabi indulges it but surely, he'll eventually reach his limit? Maybe he'll scratch Dabi's sensitive skin by accident too many times with his talons and stupid inability to NOT grip on things whenever he's excited or stressed and get a face full of flames for it. Honestly, he's surprised it hasn't happened yet considering how the man acts with other people.

Dabi's gentleness with him? Probably a fluke that wouldn't last. He figures he just looks too pathetic to get angry at. He figures the rest of the league view him similarly too and indulges him the same way one would indulge a stray, enough to feed it and keep it warm a few times but will ultimately move on to live their lives. Never mind that he's there to "spy" on them when he's doing a trash job at it. They probably already know but indulge him anyway out of pity. Whatever it is, Keigo is still grateful with the attentiveness and care they've showed him so far but will back away once he sees that he's overstayed his welcome.

At least he still has Tokoyami by his side who looks up to him and sees him like an older brother, maybe even a parent. Enhanced because of the mutant bird traits they share and the loneliness Tokoyami would see hidden underneath Keigo's smile.

Sometimes Tokoyami is swept up by Keigo's cheerful public persona when they're both out patrolling the streets and being bombarded by people, admittedly gets annoyed by it when sweet, doting Keigo turns into Hawks and makes him run after the hero like the early days of his internship when they weren't as close and misunderstandings were everywhere. But then he'd remember the sad tilt to his expression and the crushing hug before leaving with a red feather tucked into his pocket whenever they have to separate at any length of time. His own loneliness at not having anyone to welcome him back home making his and Dark Shadow's heart hurt.

Tokoyami still doesn't know what to make of Keigo's relationship with the league, dreads the aftermath of it all really if it turns sour (Dark Shadow is more optimistic than him and calls him out for his paranoia), but he'll always be in Keigo's corner. Just give him a few more years and he'll be strong enough to protect Keigo against any villain or hspc-shaped threats on his own and from the shadows, although he'll grudgingly allow Dabi to get a few hits in since it seems like he'll be a more permanent fixture in their life if the man has anything to say about it.

tldr: ooc fluff, LoV as family. not quite HPSC bashing but close, Birdbros, or in this au, more of a parental connection between Keigo and Tokoyami because *instincts*. Google says that hawks mate for life if the condition allows it and Keigo just so happened to find said mate in Dabi, a Dabi who spoils him, calls him pretty and likes to run his fingers through his feathers. HOWEVER, Keigo is sad, insecure and blind to the idea that whatever he has with Dabi (and the league) will last and will continue to latch on to them until he feels like it's no longer welcomed. -insert unreliable narrator angst fest here- Jokes on him because Dabi would gladly burn the whole world for him if he asked but is curbing the idea because Keigo still wants to save people and his pseudo son Tokoyami is a fledgling hero. Dabi's youngest brother is also a fledging hero but he'd really like not to think about that too much.

[ayatakami]

its yours

Pairing: Touya Todoroki/Dabi x Y/N fic: one-shot CW: angst, based on the loathe song, slight amnesia Synopsis: Y/N and Touya were childhood friends. After his quirk got out of control, he 'died'. When he turned away from All For One, AFO decided to make him pay. By removing Y/N's memories of Touya. Taglist: @jenos-eye-smiles, @greenmanshoe, @porusuniverse

𝕋𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕗𝕖𝕖��𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕗𝕖𝕝𝕥 𝕓𝕖𝕗𝕠𝕣𝕖 𝕀 𝕨𝕒𝕟𝕥 𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖, 𝕀 𝕨𝕒𝕟𝕥 𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖

𝔻𝕠 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕣𝕖𝕞𝕖𝕞𝕓𝕖𝕣 𝕞𝕖? 𝕎𝕚𝕝𝕝 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕣 𝕤𝕖𝕖

𝕎𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕪𝕠𝕦'𝕝𝕝 𝕕𝕠 𝕥𝕠 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕞? 𝕎𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕪𝕠𝕦'𝕧𝕖 𝕕𝕠𝕟𝕖 𝕥𝕠 𝕞𝕖?

Cobalt flames danced around the streets, Touya looked up at the night sky, seeing the stars. Deep inside there was a melancholy he couldn't put his finger on. It wasn't until he turned his head, watching his flames burn everything. Through the flicker of fire, he saw your face.

He felt tension at his core as a nostalgic feeling filled his veins. It was like a drug coursing through him to see you again. It has been years. He parted his flames, just enough to see you more. Another loose end he had to tie up from his wretched past.

He recognized you as his childhood friend, the one person besides Natsu that he spilled all of his secrets to. And you also healed him on several occasions. Maybe you would remember him. He turned to you, as he studied you. However, you just looked at him with terrified. He let his flames die down a little, as he slowly approached you.

"Y/N...?" He spoke out in a soft voice. "I'm surprised to see you here at this time at night..." He spoke softly as he walked by, stopping beside you. You froze for a minute, looking up at him. A bit off-put by his patchwork appearance. "Um...who are you...? H-How do you know my name?"

His voice held a bit of disappointment in it with sadness. "You really don't remember me, huh?" He searched your eyes for some sort of recognition for him. "We were best friends when we were kids..." "We...were...?" You tried to scramble your brain for the memory, but nothing came up.

He felt a small pang in his chest, knowing that you couldn't remember. It hurts a bit that you couldn't. But he shook it off as he leveled to your height, his hand moved to your cheek. Your eyes widened at the gesture as you tensed up, not sure why some random scary-looking stranger was caressing your face at the park.

His thumb stroked your cheek gently, the feeling reminded him of when you two were kids, as he always held your cheek like this to look at you. You were the only one he ever really felt close to. "I never thought you'd forget me..." Your expression softened, and the gesture felt familiar to you. His presence felt familiar but the memory was hazy.

His heart ached as you continued to stare at him with a muddled expression in your eyes. He was tempted to pull you into a hug but he refrained from doing so, not wanting to scare you off more. He took a deep breath as he stood up again, letting his hand drop from your cheek. He was trying to seem nonchalant, not wanting to show you just how affected he was that you didn't remember him. He ran his fingers through his hair. "What are you doing at this park anyways...?"

"I...sometimes...come here....to breathe I guess." You weren't sure why you were being so open with me. It just...felt right. He hummed slightly, surprised that you came here to all places considering the two of you used to hang out at this spot. He crossed his arms over his chest, watching you sit on one of the swings. The blue fire somehow did not bother you around as it encircled the park.

"Why this one?" He asked looking around at the back then back at you. You being here at his park, the way you found comfort here, the way he can almost imagine this same scene if you two were kids. "Why come here so often?"

"It just feels important." That sentence made his heart ache a bit more as he sighed. He knew all too well why this park was important to you, but you wouldn't know. He looked at you, as an idea came into his head. He walked over to you, his hands resting on the chain attached to the swing, just above yours. "Close your eyes."

You weren't sure why, but you listened to him, closing your eyes as your grip on the cold metal tightened. He reached up, brushing a hair behind your ears. It was a weird idea, but maybe it will make you remember. "You trust me, right?" Your common sense told you no, but something else told you that you trusted him for some reason. "I guess."

You waited nervously, not sure what was going to happen. Unbeknownst to you, he leaned closer to you, the distance between your faces was a few millimeters away. The silence between you two was deafening as you kept waiting to see what would happen.

His heart was pounding in his ears as he took a deep breath. Your lips were so tantalizing close to him that he could almost taste the lingering sweetness of your lip balm. He couldn't hold back anymore, he knew it was stupid and reckless but he wanted to know how you would react. He leaned forward and began to press his lips against yours.

At first, you wanted to shove him away, pull away from shock. But you didn't. For some reason, you melted into the kiss. It felt...right. He felt you lean into the kiss, making his heart flutter. He was not expecting your reaction at all, but it was welcomed by him. It was like a part of himself had come back to him, something he never realized was missing. He couldn't help but deepen the kiss as he gently pulled you up from the swing, and closer to him.

"What are you doing..?" You muttered as he pulled away from the kiss. He rested his forehead against yours as he caught his breath. The feeling was overwhelming and it took all his willpower to pull away. "I...don't really know." He mumbled in response, his voice was shakier than usual. Being this close to you was as intoxicating as a drug, he couldn't get enough.

"What's your name..?" He paused, the question breaking him out of his daze. "Touya...my name is Touya." You nodded, the name made your heart race but the memory was still foggy associated with the name. Your eyebrows furrowed together trying to recall. He gently ran his fingers through your hair in an attempt to soothe you.

"Were....we in love...?"

"Yes...we were..."

[mysteroads]

After re-reading chpt 426, I had... emotions. 🥺 So, even though I posted the full fic here earlier, I thought everyone else might like to see Dabi finding peace at last. Like all the other League in this series, this excerpt is when Shig comes to pick up his party member. As a bonus, it can be read in a way that complies with the current canon circumstances. (As a double bonus, there's a cute moment with Shoto💕.) Without further ado: Dabi rejoins the League:

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“Dabi,” his name brought his wandering focus back to Shigaraki, “We already know you’re an asshole. You don’t have to try and talk me out of bringing you back.” He leaned closer and met Dabi’s eyes, bloody red to clouded crystal. “I see you, Dabi. We see you, Dabi. We’ve always seen you. We want you anyway. Magne, Jin, Toga, Spinner, Kurogiri… they’re all waiting for you.”

Those words hit him like a punch to the gut, wringing out a soft sound of pure longing that he didn’t know he was capable of making. 

Arms— hot and cold, slim and thick, both of them ghostly— wrapped around him. He suspected them of trying to comfort him, but he didn’t need comfort. Shigaraki wanted him. The League wanted him. They didn’t care that he wasn’t perfect, that he had been born to be a failure, that he was a broken, twisted caricature of a human being. Knowing he was wanted despite all that… it healed a wound in his soul that had been bleeding as long as he could remember, and suddenly it didn’t matter that Endeavor was still alive.

The League wanted him. They were waiting for him.

And he was tired. 

So very, very tired.

Even so, he mustered up the strength for one last bit of snark. “So… you… expect me to… just, what? … Waltz into Hell… with you?”

Shigaraki raised his eyebrows. “You could stay, if you'd rather.” His eyes flicked to the blurry people around Dabi, lingering on the ones who seemed to be embracing him. “Your family would prefer that, I think. They seem really upset. It’s your choice, though. It’s always been your choice, Dabi. We'll still be waiting if you want to stay for a little while longer.”

Dabi considered for less than a second. “Let’s go, Duster.” He’d been toying with that nickname for months, now seemed like the perfect time to use it. Judging by the pleased light in Tomura’s eyes, he was right.

Grinning, Tomura held out his hand.

Dabi felt something shift inside him, the pain and numbness retreating, replaced by a kind of pleasant, tingling feeling. But when he tried to reach out for Tomura’s hand, he could barely raise his arm an inch. He tried again, and still couldn’t. Sudden frustration and anguish made his already dry eyes sting.

“I can’t reach you! Tomura! Fuck!” Why couldn’t he do this? Just this one, last, final thing?! Why was it so hard to reach the things he wanted the most? “I… I c-can’t…”

Then his arm was being lifted, supported gently by someone else. 

Surprised, he looked in the direction of the red and white blur that held his damaged arm so tenderly. The blur wavered and came into sudden, sharp focus. It was Shoto. Shoto, his youngest brother, his father’s perfect masterpiece, the kid he barely knew but had tried his best to kill… and Shoto was crying. Crying so hard he had snot coming out his nose and his pretty porcelain skin was all blotchy. The sight made Dabi chuckle, even as it reminded him of Toga’s sad eyes. 

“Hey, little hero, don’t cry,” he said, and found that speaking didn’t hurt. He sounded like his old self too, the words clear and firm. Still raspy, but that was just the way he talked. “`S like I told Himiko. It doesn't matter whether we laugh or cry, the sun’ll still rise tomorrow... so you should choose to smile, baby brother.” Shoto’s lips wobbled as he tried to obey. Dabi smiled back and thought it probably looked like a nightmare, but for once, he felt genuinely happy and didn’t hold himself back. “That’s better.” 

Dabi was distracted from any reply his brother might’ve made as a cool, dry hand wrapped around his, and pulled him to his feet.

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please reblog if you enjoyed! thank you for reading!

[cherry-queens-blog]

Happy Birthday Surprise

Shigaraki X Reader

Summary- Today was your birthday and shigaraki who's your boyfriend had came over to your house with the league to somewhat surprise you for your birthday. Shigaraki had plans to take you out somewhere fun as well since he really wanted you to have fun today.

Content- Shigaraki X Reader, Birthday surprise, small celebration, fun, little romantic, One shot, gaming at an arcade.

Note- This was something I wanted to kind of write for myself for my BIRTHDAY today!. It's a shorter one this time as it's a one shot fic. I hope you guys enjoy it though! this was fun to write!

BIRTHDAY SURPRISE

You were still in bed, bundled up in your blankets, sleeping in past 10 o clock like a big ass baby basically. It was your birthday today and shigaraki was on his way over to your house with the league as a way to surprise you and to probably wake your ass up knowing damn well you will still be asleep right now. He already expected you to be asleep still since you always slept in and usually got up around 2:00 but he wasn't gonna let that happen, not today he wasn't. He was gonna wake you up one way or another and take you out for your special day today rather you liked it or not, he didn't care at all if it made you grumpy or whatever, he was still gonna do it.

When the van pulled up to your house everyone hopped out and approached the door, Tomura taking the key out of his pocket and unlocking the door before stepping inside with everyone following behind him. Dabi wasn't really about this and just thought it was dumb that Tomura wanted to celebrate your birthday and let you have fun on it.

"I'm gonna go wake her up, you guys get ready to surprise her"

Tomura said making his way up the stairs to your room before throwing the door open as loudly as he possibly could, disrupting your sleep making you let out a groggy groan as you pulled the blanket over your head in slight annoyance at the ruckus shigaraki was making right now. He smirked at your annoyed groan that left your throat as a response to his sudden entry. Tomura walked over to you and pulled the covers off of you, revealing your disgruntled face as he stood over you. He grabbed the pillow from under your head and started to lightly hit you with it in a way to further disturb your peaceful sleep.

"wake up lazy, It's twelve-forty-five in the afternoon"

You groaned at his words and at the fact he was still hitting you with a pillow.

"mgh..... for what?"

You mumbled out and shigaraki had paused his assault on you with the pillow for a minute, letting out an amused chuckle at your annoyance.

"It's your damn birthday, so you're not gonna spend it in bed all day, So get up, we are gonna go out"

"We are?"

You questioned a bit as shigaraki rolled his eyes at your response yet again, clearly unamused by your lack of enthusiasm as he went back to lightly hitting you with the pillow, trying to motivate you to get up out of bed.

"Yeah, now get up already, I'm not gonna sit here all day and try to convince you to get your ass out of bed, now hurry the hell up"

"Where are you taking me anyway?"

He stopped hitting you with the pillow and looked at you flatly before rolling his eyes at you asking him that stupid question knowing damn well he wasn't gonna tell you.

"It's a secret dumbass, If I told you it wouldn't be a surprise now would it?"

You couldn't help the chuckle that left your mouth at his response, finding it a bit funny. He couldn't help but smile a little at your laugh finding it cute, and somewhat adorable.

"I guess not huh?"

You said finally sitting up in bed, rubbing your eyes a bit with your hair being an absolute mess at the moment. Shigaraki tossed the pillow at you softly before walking to the door way.

"Exactly now hurry up, and don't think about going back to sleep either like a lazy ass"

You stopped rubbing your eyes only to stretch a bit, letting a yawn escape your mouth as Shigaraki leans against the door frame.

"What are you so tired for huh? you sleep more than a damn cat you know that?"

"Hey I do not!"

You shouted at him playfully making him laugh a bit at you.

"Oh like the hell you don't, you sleep like your trying to hibernate or something"

He teased watching as you crossed your arms over your chest as a way to look annoyed at him.

"Oh no I don't.... meanie"

He smiled widely at your response. If there was anything he loved doing it was teasing you. Especially when it brought out such cute reactions from you that he loved seeing so much.

"Yes you do, and the fact your pouting like a child is only proving my point you know."

"Pouting? you literally just woke me up!"

He rolled his eyes as he pushed off the door frame and walked back over to you and poked your cheek with his finger, just to annoy you a little more than he already was.

"Yeah I woke you up at twelve-forty-five because it's your damn birthday"

"sleeping in a little longer still would've been nice though"

A chuckle left Tomuras throat as you said that before sitting on the bed beside you., watching as the tired, grumpy expression remained on your cute face.

"yeah, yeah you can get back to your hibernation after I take you out"

You smile a bit after he responded, your grumpy expression fading to a tired happy expression. He placed his hand on your head making sure to leave a finger up as he started ruffling your hair up even more than it already was.

"Good. Now get your ass up and get ready so we can leave"

Tomura watch as you stood up out of bed, stretching your limbs a bit as you did, chuckling at your bedraggled appearance.

"You look like a mess, your hair looks like you got attacked by a chicken"

"Oh shut up shigs!"

He started laughing at you telling him to shut up. You crossed your arms at him as he continued with his teasing, finding slight amusement at making fun of you sometimes.

"You should see yourself right now, you look like a pissed off raccoon or something"

You glared at him at this point until a slight chuckle escaped your mouth, shaking your head at his teasing. You couldn't stay mad since his teasing was usually pretty funny and you probably did look like that right now. He still loved you and you knew that, he wasn't ever to mean to you, still sometimes mean but not to over the top or anything.

"Alright alright I get it haha. Now get out so I can get dressed"

You said pointing at the door. He chuckled at your glare you threw his way for a minute though he knew you weren't actually mad or anything since you did understand his teasing. He got up from the bed with his hands up in defense and went over to the door, grabbing the door nob in his hand as he looked back at you.

"yeah yeah I'm going, I'm going. Hurry up though, It's already one in the afternoon"

He stated before closing the door to give you privacy so you could get ready for wherever he was gonna take you. You nod once before opening up your drawer and pulling out a T shirt and nice pants, slipping off your pjs and putting on your outfit for the day. You grab your brush and start brushing your hair which didn't take to long since your hair wasn't that long to begin with only being about shoulder length. Once you were ready and put on some nice perfume, you open the door and start making your way downstairs only to be met with the whole damn league in your house shouting at you.

"HAPPY BIRTHDAY Y/N"

You did jump a bit not expecting the sudden shouting from them. The only person who didn't wish you happy birthday though was Dabi who was laid out on the couch and just flipped you off instead which was no surprise at all since that's just how Dabi is anyway.

"Oh haha thanks guys"

You laughed a bit as Tomura chuckled finding your shock hilarious. He walked over and put his arm around your shoulder pulling you close to him, giving you a half hug.

"What? you didn't think we would be celebrating alone did you?"

"Well I don't know... Maybe I did?. This was a nice surprise though I will admit"

He was a bit amused that you didn't expect everyone to be here but glad to see you were happy to see everyone there. You were feeling a bit more excited about what else Shigaraki had planned for you today, your curiosity growing, wondering where he had planned to take you today. You still couldn't help the slight nervousness in your gut though hoping the hero's don't ruin anything today though it shouldn't since the league was good about not getting caught or seen at all, so maybe you shouldn't worry about it to much.

"I am curious though on where you are planning on taking me"

A smirk appeared on his face as you asked that question. He looked at you before placing a kiss on your head and rubbing his hand up and down your arm leaving at least one finger up the whole time.

"you'll just have to wait and see Y/N. Now are you ready to go?"

You nod your head once indicating you are ready to go. As you did shigaraki removed his arm and looked over at the league before walking to the door. You all exit the home locking the door before going over and hopping into the van with you sitting by Shigaraki as Dabi was still slightly annoyed by this whole thing finding it stupid as all hell while Toga was rather excited along with Twice, spinner was driving, and Magne and Compress chatted about if they should at least get you a little something for your birthday or not. You all soon arrive to the location and it was a rather large arcade full of all types of games. You were excited to have been brought here and it was perfect really, You always enjoyed gaming with Tomura but you haven't been able to do it for so long due to him being busy lately and not having any time for it but, today he was gonna make time to bring you somewhere fun where you both can just battle each other at different games and just full on enjoy each other's company. All of you got out of the van when Tomura put his arm around you with a slight smirk plastered on his face.

"How's this for a surprise huh?"

He teased again. You however just couldn't wait to go inside and kick his ass at all the different games or, at least try since he was better than you at almost all of them then what he said had just registered.

"Definitly. Race you inside!"

You exclaimed to him quickly before running off towards the building and making it inside. Tomura went wide eyed a bit as you dashed for the building getting a full on head start.

"HEY NO FAIR"

He yelled chasing after you as Toga looked over at spinner with a laugh at the whole situation.

"I've never seen Tomura like this before"

She said tilting her head a bit. She knew it was your birthday but Tomura really seemed a bit different today, more energetic and happy than usual.

"He just want's to make sure Y/N has fun for her birthday that's all. Plus she is his girlfriend after all as well."

Spinner stated to Toga as the rest of the league hopped out of the car and made their way inside the building. You were all having a blast inside, playing all the different games and of course even despite the fact Shigaraki hates losing he actually chose to let you win just for today, only cause it was your birthday of course, any other day he'd go hard on you and not let you have a single chance in the world to beat him. When it came to games that were one player, he would stand behind you and help you out with them just trying to make sure your birthday was great and you had fun playing with and against him. You both soon decide to play a shooter game where you had to shoot targets and instead of going against you, he got behind you, his body pressed against your back as he placed his hands over yours as you held the gun, making sure to keep his pinky fingers up as he helped you aim at the targets. You missed a few times but did hit some as he leaned in a bit resting his head near your ear as he spoke up in a lower tone than usual.

"Try to keep your aim straight... there you go, like that. Now shoot"

He said still helping you with your aiming. You were really enjoying this moment with him while Twice ran by running away from Toga who was chasing him through the building, catching your attention for a brief moment as you let out a faint chuckle before turning your attention back to the game. Tomura slightly shakes his head though at Twice and Toga doing their usual thing.

"Dumbass duo"

He muttered making you laugh a bit at his comment about them.

"At least their having fun though right?"

"Yeah but their probably gonna get us kicked out at some point. Especially Twice"

You laugh at his comment.

"Twice? or Toga?"

"Eh both honestly. Twice is more likely to yell out something ridiculous like he always does, and Toga is just plain crazy"

"haha that is true"

"Yeah, their the two dumbest idiots I've ever had to live with. I wouldn't trade them for the world though"

He responded. After the games you were starting to get hungry since you guys had been playing for a good couple hours now, but before you guys were going to leave Tomura walked off on his own as you sat at a table with Compress and Magne for a bit.

"Did you have fun at all my dear?"

Compress had asked as he took a drink of his tea he had ordered a few minutes ago as dabi sat furthest away from everyone. You smiled and nodded your head feeling a bit worn out from all the games, the tiredness painted all over your face as you looked at compress. Tomura however was busy at a claw machine willing to win you a little prize before you guys head out. He slipped his dollar into the first machine he came across. He knew you were tired after playing games for quite a few hours and he kind of figured getting you a small prize would help make you feel a bit appreciated and little more happy after the long day. He started to play and to his surprise he actually won first try which he wasn't quite expecting that but he wasn't complaining either. He leaned over pushing the small door open, grabbing the small spider plush he had won for you and walked over to the table you were sitting at by compress and magne, holding it behind his back as you were ready to pass out on the table.

"Hey I got something for you, consider it a birthday present"

He said with a smirk on his face. You sit up and look at him with a soft tired smile present.

"Oh?, you did ?"

"yeah, I did. Now close your eyes and no peaking or I'm not giving it to you"

He spoke out in a rather stern and somewhat playful manner. You chuckled a bit and held out your hands closing your eyes shut, waiting for him to place it into your hands. Once he knew you weren't peaking at all he set the spider in your hands and you opened your eyes. A faint pink blush colored your face with your cute smile still present as well, you did love the prize quite a bit especially since he was the one who got it for you. It made him actually feel happy? seeing you happy like this.

"You better like it, cause I didn't win it for no reason"

He grumbled a bit but he was glad you did appreciate the gift he won for you. You got up and hugged onto him. It didn't take long for him to return your hug, putting his arms around your smaller body.

"So does that mean I get a kiss as a thanks then?"

He whispered in a teasing tone, allowing you to pull away just slightly so you could look at him, your eyes meeting each other. He still had a faint smile on his face while the pink blush was still present on yours. You both leaned in until your lips connected and compress smiled at the slight of you two. Magne thought it was rather cute to see you both like this. Tomura hummed a bit against your lips, enjoying how you felt against him like this as the kiss continued. Though he is usually harsh and rather moody, he wasn't like that with you and he was glad to have given you a fun birthday and spend the day with you.

[intheticklecloset]

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Could I get a lee!dabi ler!hawks fic? Or lee!hawks ler!dabi, whatever you prefer.

/nf, and I hope you're having a good week 😊

Sorry if this was a bit soon 😅

💡 From the Suggestions Box 💡

This prompt came in so fast holy-

*ahem* Anyway, here you go! Not a full fic but a coffee shot ft. lee!Dabi! I haven't written DabiHawks in AGES and with the last MHA chapter officially out, I was feeling it today. Enjoy! 💖

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Dabi’s first reaction was to tense up when he felt someone come up behind him. In his line of work, it was always dangerous to be snuck up on. But the touch that followed was gentle – arms wrapped around his middle and feathered wings encircled him like a protective cocoon – and then the villain found himself relaxing into the only person he’d ever let his guard down for.

“Gotta quit doing that,” he muttered halfheartedly, closing his eyes with content upon feeling his partner’s face press into his back.

Hawks’ chuckle was soft. “Nah.” He held him in silence for a long minute, then said, “Something’s up with you.”

“It’s not.”

“It is.” The hero hugged him closer. “Won’t you tell me about it?”

Dabi rolled his eyes. How did his boyfriend always know when something was off? It was unfair. He could almost never read him in return.

Which is probably why Hawks’ next words startled him so much.

“Tell me, or I’ll have to tickle you.”

The villain tensed a second time, but he didn’t try to run. Not yet. “There’s nothing the matter – h-hehehey!”

“I warned you.” Hawks’ voice was warm and playful, and his fingers gently tracing up and down Dabi’s skin were very, very ticklish.

“D-Dohohon’t, you stuhuhuhupid bird – shit!” The brunette bit back a snort when his boyfriend squeezed his hips, making him jerk in surprise. He tried to dart forward and away, but Hawks was strong, and he still had the feathery cocoon to deal with, which now felt more like a coffin with the way the feathers were twitching, eager to join in.

“Tell meeee~” Hawks sang annoyingly, purposely brushing his weapons along his partner’s neck and ears, his arms.

“I hahahahahate you – fuck, okay, okahahahahay!” Dabi relented quickly, a tweak to his ribs the final straw. “Stop already, you ass! I’ll talk, okay?”

Hawks snuggled into him again. “That was surprisingly easy. Did you want to tell me but just needed a little encouragement? Hmm?”

“Shut—”

“You wanted me to tickle it out of you, Daaabi?”

The villain’s resolve quickly snapped back into place as he broke free of his boyfriend and turned with a playful snarl. “You know what? Screw that!”

He tackled Hawks to the ground, and soon enough it was the hero who was being tickled into submission instead.

They could talk about the other stuff later.

[mytragedyperson]

Dabihawks X super psycho love headcanons

Okay, I was in a music mood and now this song came on and it gave me DabiHawks ideas so, let's go with it.

Song is super psycho love by Simon Curtis.

Hawks actually becomes a villain AU? I think so. Why not?

So, it starts how it did in canon, Hawks is originally trying to join the League to spy on them for the Hero Safety commission.

He meets Dabi and is attracted to him but is also like but he's a villain and nothing's gonna happen

He is wrong

First encounters are the usual mix of threats and sexual tension that i've seen in the few DabiHawks fics I've read. Very much I'm attracted to you but I don't like you as a person, you know.

Hawks manages to join the League

This is when things start to change

Dabi is still suspicious of Hawks but is also horny and attracted to Hawks so he starts flirting with him, but only when it's just the two of them. When they're around the League he teeters between dismissive and insulting. He's either ignoring him or arguing with him.

Hawks is naturally confused but decides two can play at that game and starts returning the same energy

Naturally this results in them sleeping together

What does that mean it's friends, or in this case enemies, with benefits time, with a dash of secret relationship because Dabi does not want the League to know he's fucking Hawks.

Hawks is fine with keeping things a secret too because he doesn't want it to get back to the Hero Safety commission, because this is so not the mission. He was told to infiltrate the League. At no point was he told to sleep with one of the members. In fact, it was strongly discouraged

Meanwhile around the others, they still act like they hate each other. It's only partially an act. They still don't really like or trust each other but the sex is amazing and they just keep accidentally turning each other on, or maybe not so accidentally, and then dragging each other around to fuck.

This is a League of Villains are like family thing as well so at the same time, Hawks is slowly bonding with the League and starts having doubts about his mission.

Also some of the League kinda know or have a feeling something is going on between Dabi and Hawks but choose not to comment because they feel it's safer to just not know.

Anyway this continues for a while and slowly, it goes from enemies with benefits to friends with benefits. They start talking and very slowly, very cautiously start opening up and showing their softer sides.

This is a slowburn because trust is a very big problem.

And then Hawks starts developing feelings for Dabi

Dabi may or may not return these feelings yet, but if he does feel the same, he doesn't tell him.

And they're still pretending to hate each otehr around the League so Hawks feels even more confused and it slowly starts driving him insane.

Every day he cares a little less about his mission and his hero career, starts cring about the League members because he sees them just being normal (or as normal as they can be) people, falls in love with Dabi, starts blowing off hero stuff to hang out with the League, using the mission as an excuse.

Hawks finds out who Dabi is and what happened to him and how Endeavour treated him.

And he loses faith because, if that's their number one, and he's a child abuser and it was covered up

So Hawks returns honesty with honesty and admits his mission and how he doesn't want to go through with it anymore.

They both tell the League everything as well and, while there may be some distrust and negative reactions initially, they end up making up.

Dabi and Hawks get together.

The League exposes Endeavour and the Hero Public Safety Commission.

Todoroki Shouto surprises everyone when he backs up Dabi's story and shares his own experiences with Endeavour

turns out he knew Dabi was his brother all along

Maybe Shouto is the UA traitor in this one or maybe he just loves his brother, and hasn't forgiven his dad.

either way after this changes to the society are rapidly made, any corrupt heroes are rooted out.

The League of Villains do still recieve consequences for their crimes but they also get the help they need in terms of mental health.

And they kill All For One for using and manipulating Shigaraki

Okay I'm about done. If you liked this, my asks are open. Send a song and any character or ship from BNHA or one of the other fandomes in my pinned post and I'll do the same for them. I say ships meaning general relationships, not necessarily romantic ships

[satancopilotsmytardis]

Aside from how hard "yes, master" always hits

The last chapter has been a delight to read! Dabi's stubbornness is beautiful both as cat and human, and the League did actually think about a pretty good plan to fuck over AFO, so props to them

I am quite surprised that Stain is a wolf hybrid because the first animal I thought about for him was a bat (you know, vampire bats), but it's cool anyway and he saved Dabi's ass, so it's okay

I think the thing that I'll miss most from this fic will be the silly cat scenes, like Dabi with zoomies or the baby jail, they were the most reliable things ever as a cat owner and I loved them lol

One of my favourite works of yours, I'm sending you all my kudos since ao3 allows me only one

Thank you, I'm glad you enjoyed it! They did manage to get one up on AFO in the most convoluted way possible, they just weren't expecting him to have his own nefarious plans going on in the background, oops.

And I didn't even consider a vampire bat honestly, I went for the idea that wolves/dogs are very loyal and hunting dogs are extremely disciplined and driven which I think fits Stain much better. (Vampire bats are extremely chatty with each other, super communal, and very nurturing to others in their colonies which is why I've categorized Toga as a vampire bat, but I don't think that fits Stain)

Cat!Dabi silliness was one of the great joys of this fic and I definitely would just stare at/harass my own cat whenever I needed inspiration for a new nonsense thing that he could be getting up to!

Thank you so much for commenting!

[slightlyunconventional]

my. h/awks snzcanons under the cut okay ! these have been brewing in my phone notes for a little while and ive been steadily adding to it sooo yeah :) this is to tide you over while i procrastinate finishing my fic. expect part two probably (d/abi coming soon)

also!!! pls pls pls share your own d/abih/awks snzcanons with me <3 im collecting them

- hawks’ wings reflexively like. splay out when he snzs but hes sooo embarrassed by that so to counter it he closes his wings around himself (when he actually feels it coming. surprise snz is a whole other story) which is!! so cute!!

- mentioned in a post before butttt when hes at home hawks paces around the room fanning his face just. desperately when he needs to snz (like why does it always take so long to come out) he just cant keep still

- hawks’ colds are always sooooohohoooo sneezy like he just cant catch a break from it. he’ll snz like five times back to back without a pause and as soon as he thinks hes done he’s gearing up AGAIN

- not allergic to much but hawks’ hayfever is absolutely awful. all through spring and half of summer he’s unbearably itchy and with a tingle in his nose that never seems to leave, no matter how many times he sneezes

- hawks is super sensitive to physical touch though- like physically tickling his nose with a finger or a FEATHER. or something

- stifler by habit, and he can do it hands-free (HASHTAG CANON!!!). however during a fit, he can easily start off stifling but very fast do the sneezes become entirely too difficult to contain

- his number one tell for when hes sick is that he talks so much less. becomes so subdued and reserved which is a crazy contrast to how much he usually just waffles

- this one is probably overly. indulgent. but i like to think his nose is very pliable okay. AM I GETTING TOO HORNY HERE…… anyway yeah it probably squishes a lot when he rubs at it. im so normal

- nose scruncher!! at any given moment right. particularly strong smell? nose scrunched. trying not to sneeze? nose scrunched. trying TO sneeze?? nose. scrunched. hes a nose scruncher

- sometimes he deliberately flexes his muscles like. crosses his arms over in front of his face when he sneezes and deliberately flexes because he knows it annoys dabi (bro editing this post rn LMAOO this one is so funny)

- never has cold or allergy medication in his apartment he just firms it until dabi either forces him to buy some or buys it for him. maybe he has a really bad hayfever day at one point and dabi is like have you tried taking medication for that you havent stopped sneezing all day and hawks is like theres MEDICATION for this?????

yeah okay thats all. i thought i had more than this but apparently not ! hope you enjoyed and i hope theyre coherent

[viburnt]

Dabi (Touya Todoroki)|| Cigars

Type: Small fic

Genre: NSFW/Suggestive

Notes: I still find it hard to write NSFW, it always sounds better in my mind. Bear with me.

Characters involved: Touya Todoroki (Still Dabi)

Prompt: "Have a light?"/Cigarettes before sex

You didn't like cigars. The way they smelled and made you cough were enough reason to stay away from them, not to mention the nasty aroma clinging into your clothes.

However, despite your obvious dislike, Dabi still insisted on you being the one lighting his stogies.

It was annoying to say the least. Why would he, a fire-quirk user, ask for a lighter when he could use his hands? Whatever the reason was, it didn't matter.

He'd rummage through his pocket whenever you stepped into the room, and pull out a cheap roll for you to ignite. Dabi knew you'd always offer your zippo to fire up his vice.

—Want one?— The outlaw asked the first time it happened, handing you his cheap coronas so you could pick one. You shook your head but thanked him anyway.

—Don't say, you don't smoke?— His voice muttered with a husky style. You could feel his sapphire eyes piercing through your soul as he took a long drag. —Too good to give it a try?

He held his roll out for you, waiting for your fingers to take it. The smell was overwhelming your senses and all you wanted to do was breathe some fresh air.

—Sorry, can't do that. Thank you for the offer.— Your mouth responded, curling into an apologetic smile afterward. The raven – haired was not satisfied with that answer.

He laid a hand on your waist swiftly, pulling your body enough to lean you against him. Opening your mouth in surprise, a thick cloud of smoke met your face. The prick, you thought as you coughed, he just had to do that.

—You are so cute like this.— Dabi derided with a pat on your head. He liked it when you pouted and frowned, knowing you hated his guts.

—Could at least buy one of those vapes people nowadays use. They don't smell as foul.— You scolded. —Why do you like these so much? They are gross.

The man shrugged, not letting your body go.

—They are cheap and unfiltered, if I wanted some girly shit, I'd ask Toga for perfume.— He nonchalantly said, making you roll your eyes. —You seem like the kind that would use those fruit vapes, though. Always whining and yapping like a whimsy bitch.

Dabi lived to piss you off, you thought at that moment. He was having a blast testing your limits.

—Oh, I'm a whimsy bitch for not smoking this crap?— You talked back, taking his cigar out of his lips. —Aren't these like the cheapest available? Does that make you a stingy dog?

The way the man holding you laughed at your efforts had your patience running low. How adorable and helpless you were in his eyes was beyond your comprehension.

—You are giving me the reason, you know? When this pretty mouth of yours tries to get back at me… a yapping bitch.— He purred, his lips millimeters away from yours. Enough to make your body jolt.

—Tch, dick.— The criminal heard you mutter with a pout.

—You're so mean! Boo-hoo!— His raspy voice mocked in a high-pitched tone, imitating a phrase you'd said many times before. Allowing his hand to roam with more freedom around your body, he reached the dampness between your legs. —Shut up, whore. You say that, while I can feel this right here.

The way his digits applied some pressure on your nerve bundle made you mewl unconsciously. Pushing him a little, you put some space between your bodies. The way your face flustered was enough for Dabi to continue.

—Do you have to be like this all the time?— You scolded, trying to hide the way your body ached for him.

The villain threw away his cigar butt on the floor, extinguishing with his heavy boot.

—The more you act all stuck-up, the more I wanna bury my dick inside you.—

He stole your lips in a sloppy, wet kiss, his tongue playing with yours as his hands groped your hips.

The way you'd grind against his thigh to get some friction had Dabi baring his white fangs; fuck, so wet.

It felt good, you couldn't deny it. Specially not when your cunt was being split open by his cock as your face was pressed against the wall.

But God, you still hated cigars.

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[ssreeder]

HELLO! okay so obviously keep working on liab, I love liab so much, however. Just out of curiosity- if you were to write a mha fic would it be ship focused or no? and if yes which one? (I'm partial to dkbk myself but i don't discriminate against a good story, you know?)

i hope you're well!!! you deserve a little treat!!

I ALSO LOVE LIAB!!!!

but I can give you my MHA fic idea and kind of ramble through what I was thinking? I’ll add it under the cut

so to answer your question it won’t be “ship focused” but it won’t not be shipped focus haha because even in the anime Bakugo & Izuku obviously have *gestures* all THAT going on the entire time so once I start writing who KNOWS (I also adore kirishima and bakugo friendship and loyalty so I wanna write that too & shoto and him adjusting and trying to be a good friend and seeing bakugo as a friend and being loyal and steadfast with him)

I love dkbk & their roughness in the beginning and Bakugo struggling to accept that he doesn’t have to isolate himself to be great & he can allow others to get close and it’s not going to hold him back or weaken him in anyway. And Izukus relentlessness and just complete acceptance of people despite their worst qualities. 

Ok so I’m thinking of starting the fic at kamino when Bakugo gets kidnapped instead of “recusing him” the Hero Public Safety Commission opts to give Bakugo the choice to essentially do what Hawks is doing (trying to infiltrate the LOV) because Bakugo is already on the inside and shig is becoming a very real threat and with AFO popping up it’s even more important for them to be in the know.

&I assume they’d use someone’s quirk to communicate with Bakugo or intercept him during the rescue and of course Bakugo would agree because he wants to be a hero and he’d do anything to accomplish that.  

the students would see him go back with the LOV & of course Izuku and the others aren’t happy about it and I can’t imagine All Might is ok with it or the school but I’ll work out the logistics of how everything works when I build the background lore haha. I love that part of writing but like I’ve said I haven’t given it too much thought 

But essentially I’ll get to write bakugo in the LOV with all those dynamics and clashing personalities but of course I love angst so it’ll be angsty because AFO isn’t captured here and of course I’ll do some terrible stuff to Bakugo & I LOVE hawks & Dabi so I’ll probably fuck them up too and it’ll be a mess. Idk I’m excited I have some fun surprises and twists already planned out I just gotta do the actual WORK before the writing haha.  

Idk I’m excited idk if it’ll be good or anyone will read it haha but I’ll give it my best because I love the passion Izuku has for Bakugo and protectiveness he has and just ahhhh I love it. But I really enjoy all the character dynamics I love writing big emotions haha and angst

THANKS FOR THE ASK AND LETTING ME RAMBLE ABOUT THIS!!! Sorry for my incoherent yelling. 

[nekokoaa]

SURPRISE! 🎉🎉🎉 ASK BOX IS FINALLY OPEN!

Yup, I’m not joking! It’s open! I’m finally ready to accept requests. Rules are below!

Rules for Requests:

Fandoms (it changes depending on what I’m into at the moment):

✔️My Hero Academia

✔️ Jujutsu Kaisen

✔️ Final Fantasy 7

✔️ Final Fantasy 16

My favorite characters to write (not a limited list, you can request whoever you want):

MHA:

✔️ Bakugo

✔️ Midoriya

✔️ Shoto

✔️ Endeavor

✔️ Dabi

JJK:

✔️ Toji

✔️ Gojo

✔️ Sukuna

✔️ Choso

FF7:

✔️ Cloud

✔️ Sephiroth

FF16:

✔️ Clive

✔️ Joshua

Pairing/MC RULES:

F/M pairing ONLY 🧍‍♀️ 🧍‍♂️

Request!character x F!Reader ONLY 🧍‍♀️

If reader is from a specific race or cultural background then let me know so that I can make that clear, if not she will have no indication of what she is. So yeah no “your cheeks turned red” kind of language lol not everyone turns red…

Same thing with body type!

explicit content 😏 ✅

I automatically assume everyone is old enough to read my explicit work. If you’re underage, I can’t force you not to read it, just don’t let me know if you do.

Fic structure:

I write my stories in 2nd or 3rd person (mostly 2nd)

It’ll always be a one shot fic (unless it’s so popular and people want a sequel)

Requested fics won’t be too long or too short so that I can complete them at a fast rate.

Lastly, I have the right to reject any requests if it makes me uncomfortable to write it. I’ll definitely let you know if it does!

Anyway! Get to asking! I can’t wait to see what ideas you guys want me to write 😊 also hit me up if you have any questions about the rules

[hydrangeyes]

Valentines day scenarios

So if you don't know, Yes this already existed, my old account was deleted (accident but I can tell I won't be getting it back), and am reposting my old x male reader works!

I don't know if I saved all of them but here is one that was saved to my AO3 account.

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Edit Nov.8.2023: I forgot just how much I was into Bnha/Mha, Like going through google docs I had 130 + fic ideas listed out (Like HUH???)

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Aizawa:

“Mh.”

“Mhm.”

(You both stayed in bed and then later Aizawa surprised you with cooking dinner AND washing the dishes. You absolutely dick him down afterwards)

________

Hizashi:

Okay pretend covid didn’t happen-

“Hiza guess what I have~”

“Hm?~”

“2 tickets to [insert shared fav band], they’re playing tonight!~”

“Y/N!! So did I!!!”

The both of you hunt for a double date (only to kinda ditch them later) and are absolutely loud gremlins during the whole road trip and show.

(Rough outdoor sex abit away from the crowds??? Thrusts matching the beat and you both laugh about that later)

_________

Hawks:

“I’m pampering you today.”

“W-wha? Y/n shouldn’t it be-”

“No. Shut up. First order is cuddles and massaging your wings.”

“O-oh okay 😳”

(Your spoiling him rotten. If he has to work, watch you call them up and say get bent before hanging up. Today you have the excuse to finally wreck hawks with absolute care and fluff)

__________

Toshinori:

“Ah~ this onsen is the best~”

“It issss~ we can order whatever after even.”

“Really!? 🥺”

“Mhm, I um, asked them to make something special just for you 👉👈”

(Idk why writing him is so hard)

__________

Tomura:

“Today’s Valentines day right?”

“Uh huh, yeah it is.”

“And your working.”

“Um I didn’t think you cared for holidays to be honest…”

“…..”

“….”

“Any day that you can fully give all your attention to me is one we are celebrating.”

“Heh okay- Woah!”

“I’m not getting off your lap until you call your shitty boss and tell him you’re off today- no. The rest of the week”

(I love the thought that tomura demands your attention/is bratty once he knows without a doubt you’re actually dating.)

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Dabi:

“….”

“No.”

“Oh come on dabi!”

“No. Nope. Fuck that.”

“Atleast accept the chocolate I made?”

“….you..made me chocolate?”

“Of course! I was thinking of buying you alot of presents and flowers but I think you’d like me making you something more”

“….hand them over.”

____________

Gang orca:

It’s just horny all day sorry. Telling me if he was off this day and maybe doesn’t have work the next he wouldn’t spend it absolutely wrecking y/n? Like in a sexy way or non sexy? Pls.

Out of any character besides the obvious ones I feel like he’s eating any type of treat that he can off of you. Round 5? Break time, cuddle bath bubbles, champagne or wine, oil massages at home horny “I love you and miss you and need you” sex. The day ends with you both exhausted because fuck all else you wrecked him too.

——–

Denki:

I’m a simp. I’m sorry I love him so much. Anyway

“Babe, babe wake up.”

“Hm?”

“You have the hardest morning wood right now and I want to lick chocolate off if it.”

———–

Brain starting to crash so this is all I got for now lol