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samthehyena · 5 months ago

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sam's togachako fic rec masterlist

So the tumblr thread with togachako recs from the other day inspired me to make this post that’s supposed to be a masterlist of my togachako recs. I’m sure I’ve forgotten to add some of the recs I’ve included in my ao3 author’s notes before LMAO. Also, I’m planning to update this list with any new togachako recs I want to add in the future. For now I'm only including completed fics.

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A lovely fic with lyrical prose in which Himiko is Medusa and Ochako is her blind GF. It explores Himiko's profound grief over Jin and her relief of finally having human connection be attainable again.

A nice little fic from arguably one of the best femslash writers in that fandom. It checks off all the boxes for everything I could want out of a Togachako fic: a theme of acceptance, exploring what could have been in another life and SO MANY cute moments. Also, the ambiguous ending just feels so right.

A heartfelt bite-sized read that features Himiko and Ochako navigating life together and quirk prejudices in the aftermath of the war. It's so soft with references to spicy moments sprinkled in. (Who doesn't love Togachako and THE BITING?) It's just so sweet to see Himiko trying to grow beyond her past and having Ochako to rely on.

One of my fav Togachako smut one shots. It's so sweet and cute and I want to craddle it in my arms. I love how the story shows Himiko helping Ochako work through self-esteem issues - also, what's not to love about technically self-cest.

The university setting suits Togachako's dynamic really well. I love Himiko's pastel goth aesthetic and Ochako's initial animosity toward her strange lab partner before growing enamored.

I really enjoyed this soulmates AU one-shot since it tied in so well with how much Togachako loves each other despite the odds seemingly being against them. This story really is a testament to how there is no universe in which Ochako could possibly hate Himiko.

A super cute one-shot with a unique matchmaking setup! I was especially fond of the way Ochako’s gay panic was written and Himiko’s dialogue was incredibly fun to read. The parallels drawn between Himiko and Ochako in the fic are super compelling!

This is fluffy togachako established relationship oneshot has some gorgeous poetic prose that makes for an evocative read! It also just was such a soft vibe to it that makes this fic feel like a warm hug every time I read it.

I love this songfic so much!!! It utilizes a vignette style to hit some really poignant notes by giving glimpses it Himiko and Ochako’s past as childhood friends which is later contrasted by their reunion in the present day. The fic packs a punch with some excellent hurt/comfort.

This is some absolutely gut-wrenching hurt/comfort with parallels between togachako and dabihawks. I think it's one of the best togachako fics I've read in a while.

Actor AU togachako? YES PLEASE! The first fic I read in this fandom was an actor AU so I’ve always had a soft spot for this particular niche. Anyways, there’s a lot of cute moments in this and the pining is very strong in the best way possible. Also, the confession scene at the end is totally cute. There’s also some fun nods to krbk and excellent dialogue between Ochako and Katsuki.

I feel like I happen to be the EXACT target audience for this delightful cracky fic. It’s a humorous togachako chatfic (which is my jam) with some cheeky innuendo as well as some excellent and immersive HTML formatting. I also love how this fic provides both Ochako and Himiko’s POV to get the full picture :)

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“Pleasing Our Infernal Princess” by intheeveningsunrise | 8.5K | Isekai | Scum Villain Fusion | Useless Lesbians

There is some excellent Ochako introspection and I like how genre-savvy this fic is. Himiko and Ochako’s relationship is also explored in a very fun way as Ochako tries to escape her predestined fate and Himiko manages to see Ochako for who she is at heart. Also, there’s some excellent platonic scenes between Ochako and Bakugo. As someone who hasn’t read scum villain I can vouch that this fic is an excellent read even if you aren’t familiar with SVSSS. In general, I highly recommend giving this a read if you love isekai/transmigration stories and femslash. There is also an incredibly fun twist at the end of this fic :)

An absolutely stellar role reversal fic that stays true to Ochako's and Himiko's characterizations as their lives take a very different trajectory. Ochako's desperation as she tries to fight against the metaphorical shackles tying her down and the pressure the HPSC puts on Himiko makes this story so engaging. This fic was the VERY FIRST togachako fic I ever read and to this day it holds up as one of my all-time favorites!!!!

While I have not read this fic yet (it’s been on my TBR for ages), my main enabler for all things femslash has been singing this fic’s highest praises. According to her, this is an excellent fic to read to get into the togachako ship since it hits many key tropes for the ships (e.g. Ochako’s sapphic internal panic) and strikes the perfect balance between being a meaty enough fic to thoroughly explore the ship while still remaining a one-shot. Also this fic has Greek mythology elements :3

Lowkey this might be one of the best togachako fics I’ve ever read and it still holds up really well with the current togachako landscape despite being written before the togachako manga chapters were dropped. It has an excellent characterization of Himiko and delves into the anxieties of starting over in a poignant way. Also the identity shenanigans and the way guilt festers as Himiko dances around the truth is very compelling. There are also moments of some super cute banter. And this fic is meaty enough to really get a taste of what makes togachako such a fun ship but is short enough to read in one sitting. An excellent first togachako fic to read if you want to get into the ship.

Greater than 15K

This is THE Togachako fic - if you haven't heard of it already, believe me if you mention this fic in a group of togachako enthusiasts, people will start gushing about it immediately. The villain/hero dynamic is so fun in this with a lot of excellent toxic Yuri tension - and OMG Ochako's characterization is great in this (there is this one flashback scene from her childhood that still lives rent-free in my mind XD). And there are so many good interpretations like Ochako's past relationships with Izuku and Tsu that just HIT. Also, the smut is EVERYTHING - I really want to go into details but I'll hold back because it's so much more fun if it's a surprise.

There are a million things I could say about this fic but I will try to keep it brief. This is a Revolutionary Girl Utena and MHA crossover that expertly explores themes of repression, gender, storytelling and what it means to be a hero. Taking advantage of MHA’s large cast, this fic not only does a fantastic job with togachako’s characterization but also does a great job of getting to the core of the side character’s motives and perception of the world. Also, the fic ticks so many quintessential togachako boxes (everything from Himiko being repressed to Ochako’s resilience and unconditional care for Himiko). AND THE FORMATTING OMG!!!!! This fic takes workskin shenanigans to the next level!!! I’m still thinking about the stroke of coding genius in the final chapter. Like y’all would not believe the amount of brainrot this fic induced. Anyways, as someone who has not watched Utena yet I can vouch that this fic reads well regardless of whether you have watched RGU or not :3

Some of my stuff

As the author I’m biased so no reviews here, just some togachako fics I’ve worked on that I like best and their descriptions.

The only reason Ochako signed up for a dating app was because Mina convinced her that making fun of people's profiles would be a fun way to pass the time. But soon enough she finds herself connecting with a girl under the pseudonym "Carmilla". Still, one looming question stops Ochako from labeling Carmilla as more than a friend: Who exactly is she in real life?

After fighting Himiko and bleeding out, Ochako finds herself reliving the same day of middle school over and over again. And she can’t quite piece together why that one ordinary day is worth repeating at all. Except for Himiko that day is anything but random – after all, it was the day she stabbed her middle school classmate as her mask finally slipped.

Is Himiko’s future really set in stone? Will Ochako be able to break the loop?

Only time will tell.

Years after the war, Ochako is desperately trying to move on from her grief for Toga with her new situationship. But it's so hard to keep things casual when Ochako's fling reminds her of Himiko in so many ways.

#togachako #himiko toga #ochako uraraka #fic rec #fic recs #i'm sure i can find even more recs in my bookmarks or a togachako server so feel free to reach out to me at any time #i don't bite :3 #i prefer it when togachako does the biting

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justjesse116 · 5 months ago

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EVERYBODY SHUT THE FUCK UP

I have a fic that all you sad DabiHawks fucks need to read. I'm officially I'm my "ignoring canon because fuck it" era.

you’re the song stuck in my head by juurensha

No more of this canon-typical angst, violence, emotional torture. We're moving on to meet cutes, lovey dovey bullshit, mutual pining, sappy love shit. My blorbos deserve happiness and by fucking GOD THEY WILL GET IT. Start here, I'm a man on a mission and the next fic I find that makes me also cry happy tears will be recommended as well.

Fucking hang in there Dabi fam.

#literally fuck canon #horikoshi when i catch you #dabihawks #hotwings #dabi #todoroki touya #mha hawks #bnha hawks #takami keigo #fic rec #mha #my hero academia #bnha #boku no hero academia

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queenangst · 9 months ago

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Fandom Trumps Hate 2024: My Hero Academia!

Bidding for @fandomtrumpshate 2024 opens this Tuesday, March 5th at 8am ET! There are 22 creators this year offering BNHA fanworks!

Fandom Trumps Hate is an online multi-fandom auction of fanworks, to benefit progressive nonprofits. For more information about FTH, check out their blog.

So, before bidding starts, here's a roundup of all the BNHA offerings this year! This is a summary and not comprehensive. To see the offerings in full, check out the BNHA fanworks tag.

Not interested in BNHA? No problem! There are plenty of other fandoms, and fan offerings. Check them out here.

Podfics

Potato_pods (AO3) - 10-20k words, minimum bid $5. Especially interested in: Dabihawks, open to a lot of pairings/themes.

Fanart

Domoz (Art blog) @domoz - Banner, Book cover, Comic, Drawing/painting/etc, minimum bid $5.

Fanfiction

Ace (AO3) - 20-50k words, minimum bid $5. Especially interested in: Angst, whump, emotional h/c, trauma exploration/recovery/bonding, mental health issues

Tierfal (AO3) - 5-10k words, minimum bid $5. Especially interested in: EndHawks and TodoBaku; EndHawks+Jeanist or TDBKDK. Lighthearted action-heavy stuff, also angst, AUs, or pretty much anything.

Blackat_t7t (AO3) - 5-10k words, minimum bid $5. Especially interested in: M/M or gen fic. Angst and h/c, canon divergent AUs. Anything focused on All Might or Deku.

Blindinglights (AO3) - Offering 2 BNHA works. 10-20k and 5-10k words. Especially interested in: KiriBaku, BakuDeku, ShinBaku, TodoBaku, KiriDeku, KiriKami, ShinKami, BakuKami, KiriBakuDeku, TodoBakuDeku, Todo/Deku, ShinBakuDeku, ShinKiriBaku, ShinBakuKami, and KiriTodoBakuDeku, SeroRoki. AUs (college, coffee shop/cafe, camboy/porn star, "and they were roommates", villain AUs, yakuza, vampires, etc; I love AUs!), enemies to lovers, break up/getting back together, friends to lovers, single parent/kidfic, omegaverse, dub-con, incest, angst (with a happy ending), online dating/blind dates, fake dating, pro heroes, mind break, canon, and age gaps.

Wander_wren (AO3) @wander-wren - 5-10k words, minimum bid $5. Especially interested in: Izuku, Bakugou, Shinsou, Hawks, Dabi, Todoroki, Sero, and Kirishima; multiships. Trauma and trauma recovery, heavy angst with hurt/comfort. Canon or no-powers AUs, Omegaverse and BDSM AUs. Established relationships and platonic/found family-esque dynamics.

Roxi2star (AO3) - 5-10k words, minimum bid $5. Especially interested in: Tododeku, Kiribaku, Shinkami, Dabihawks, TDBKDK

Achievingelysium (AO3) @queenangst - Hey, that's me! Less than 5k, minimum bid $10. Especially interested in: Whump, H/C, emotional, healing, coming-of-age and new adult. Found family, friendship, characters taking care of each other. Monster-of-the-week/mission-fics, epistolary, identity, canon divergence, future fic, ambiguous relationships, slice of life. Dadmight, platonic BKDK, Dekusquad, Class A girls, Class A.

Starburstsunshine (AO3) - 5-10k words, minimum bid $5.

Jane (AO3) - less than 5k words, minimum bid $10. Especially interested in: BakuTodo. Also any of Kirishima, Iida, Ochako & Deku; Kaminari, Jirou, Sero and Kirishima; Shinsou/Monoma; Momo/Kendou; Iida/Sero; Iida/Shouto, Natsuo/Hawks & Aizawa/All Might. Love all platonic dynamics.

One-fandom-became-all-fandoms (AO3) @one-fandom-became-all-fandoms - 1k words per $10 bid, minimum bid $5. Especially interested in: (Romantic): BakuDeku, BakuTodo, TodoDeku, BakuTodoDeku, ShinKami, KiriKami, EraserMic, MomoJirou. (Platonic): Most other pairings. Gen/No pairings, poly-ships, non-hetero ships, BDSM, voyeurism/exhibitionism.

Quillifer (AO3) - Less than 5k, minimum bid $10. Mature and/or Explicit works. Non-traditional omegaverse and genderbending.

Luna_SelfIndulgentKitten (AO3) - Offering 2 BNHA works. 1k minimum for every $10, minimum bid $5.

Helix_Stomper (AO3) - 20-50k words, minimum bid $5. Especially interested in: queer romance/ship fics, angst with a happy ending, misunderstandings, pining, idiots to lovers, genfic. Dadzawa with Quirkless/Vigilante Izuku. Most BNHA queer ships; Bakugou or Aizawa focused. Class 1A bonding, Pro Hero AUs, etc.

Yikesohdear (AO3) @livelikeheroes - 5-10k words, minimum bid $5. Especially interested in: Character/relationship studies (including platonic relationships!), Canon-adjacent AUs, slice of life, angst and hurt/comfort

Ternary (AO3) @ternaryflower53 - Less than 5k words, minimum bid $5. Especially interested in: queer, ace&aro, and disability themes. Trauma recovery and emotional hurt/comfort. Dadzawa adopting someone, Quirkless Midoriya and exploring quirk(less) discrimination in fic. Fave ships: Midoriya/Todoroki, Midoriya/Shinsou, or those three as an OT3.

FillyBoy (AO3) - Less than 5k words, minimum bid $5. Especially interested in: Dark tropes, SFW, NSFW, Fluff.

Juurensha (AO3) @juurensha - 5-10k words, minimum bid $5. Interesting and unique AU's, Romantic Comedy situations, rarepairs, side characters being fleshed out. Dabi/Hawks, Todoroki/Izuku, Shigaraki/Natsuo, Todofam without Endeavor, Rei/Inko, Shinsou/Iida

Lydia (AO3) - Less than 5k words, minimum bid $15. Especially interested in: Fantasy or College Alternate Universes, and tend to drift from established canon a lot. Found families and romantic relationships as well.

AzzaBynes @azzabynes - Fan poetry. Less than 5k words, minimum bid $10. Especially interested in: Symbolism, neurodivergence (particularly autism, ADHD, OCD, and touch aversion), coping mechanisms, in-universe politics, asexuality/aromanticism, worldbuilding, pairings with interesting narrative consequences (for example, Bakugo/Midoriya has more narrative consequences than Iida/Midoriya, but it's not a hard line), angst with a happy ending

DarkTenshi17 (AO3) - Offering 2 BNHA works. 5-10k, minimum bid $5.

#fth #fth 2024 #bnha #boku no hero academia #my hero academia #this took a long time i salute the fth mods for doing the WHOLE thing lol #if anything is massively incorrect lmk but for all details please refer to the actual offerings!

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90ekz · 2 years ago

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the stars behind his eyes ft. dabihawks

wc : 4.3k

tags! switch!hawks, switch!dabi, wing kink, pwp, praise kink, teasing, anal fingering, hawks acts like a bird, excessive cum, slight hand kink?, dabi is a whore (mentally), face fucking, mutual pining, sexual tension, premature ejaculation, nipple piercings, blood drinking (very mild), soft dbhks hehe

an. this gets like,, really soft at the end don’t ask

Dabi had always known that he was weak to praise.

The way his breath would get a bit more shallow, the sudden heaviness of his chest, the redness of his cheeks. It was exceptionally obvious, but it never happened much, so the problem was easier to keep at bay.

Dabi was used to being called gross, being verbally degraded. That was all he knew, and what he grew up on.

Until now.

And it was all his fault.

Dabi hated how much time he had to spend with Hawks.

The dumb little bird would follow him around everywhere, it left him with no choice. He was starting to feel like it was on purpose, based on the smug face of the blonde man.

It was like he got off on being irritating, like it was a damn hobby.

Even now, on patrol, Hawks does nothing but mouth off about anything that pops into his head, it’s annoying.

“Genuine question here, do you ever stop talking?” Dabi snaps, resulting in a shrug on Hawks’ end. Nothing interesting had happened the whole two hours they’d been on watch, and it was getting to Dabi.

He was fucking bored, and Hawks’ constant yapping wasn’t helping his mood.

“You’re so fun to annoy. You make it so easy since I know all your weak spots.” Dabi gulped at the suggestive tone of voice rolling of Hawks’ tongue so easily, almost as if he’d done it before.

God, he probably has.

Dabi hated that.

Hawks, being balls deep in someone else, telling them how good they felt, fuck off.

He didn’t trust his mouth to respond, so he stayed silent. An amused grin set on Hawks’ lips.

Dabi wanted to rip his damn head off—

He yelped when Hawks suddenly pulled them against the rough wall of an alleyway.

Dabi’s back was suddenly pushed against Hawks’ chest, one hand covering his mouth, the other snaked around his waist. He started to struggle, until the grip on his waist tightened.

”Stay still. I think we’re being watched.” He continued to struggle a bit until eventually giving up. Hawks’ grip was strong enough that it started to alarm him a bit.  Hawks’ brows furrowed in concentration, trying to make sure the coast was clear.

The tips of his now sharpened wings brushed against the side of Dabi’s jacket, shredding a bit of the material there.

Oh. That was… oddly hot.

He was surrounded in Hawks’ scent, his wings covering Dabi’s field of vision completely. His world was overwhelmed by blood red, and fuck, if he didn’t love it.

He wanted this all the time.

And just as suddenly as it were dark, Dabi’s vision was light again.

“We’re clear. ‘Probably just overreacted, sorry! You okay?” Dabi was still pressed against Hawks’ chest, and the grip on his waist had not loosened.

This was okay, better, even.

”Fine. Can we go now?” Dabi wanted nothing more than to go back to the comfort of his room and take care of the new problem that was arising in his lower region.

Hawks huffed a laugh at the tight tone coming from Dabi, while signaling a ‘follow me’ motion.

During the report to Tomura later that night, Hawks couldn’t keep his mouth shut about how good Dabi had done.

”He was so obedient. Weren’t you, Dabs?” He just shrugged, hating how hot his ears were getting.

Dabi is losing his mind.

It was awful that he was this attracted to Hawks, he really shouldn’t be, but his body won’t leave him alone.

“You’re such an asshole!” Hawks laughed from the high ceilings of the warehouse, silently enjoying how fun it was to annoy Dabi.

He’d slipped Dabi’s jacket off his shoulders when he’d dozed off, and was now flying around with it in his arms. Hawks couldn’t help but shiver at the scent of Dabi flooding his nose with every gust of wind.

He would give it back, but…

When the jacket came off, revealing a very lowcut—and it’s generous to call it this—‘shirt’ that cupped Dabi’s plush chest, well, Hawks wasn’t not gonna take the opportunity in stride.

It was like a dog not taking a bone, honestly.

”It’s cold as shit in here, give it back!” Dabi crossed his arms, unconsciously pushing his tits to attention. Hawks’ face got uncomfortably hot, white hot desire suddenly feeling his veins.

He was a goner.

Hawks flew closer to the ground, still keeping his distance enough to be out of reach.

“You’re basically naked on the top, of course you’re cold. When did you start dressing like that?” Hawks whined, beginning to feel lightheaded from how much blood was rushing down south.

Thank god for baggy pants.

“I will incinerate you.” Dabi looked so hot when he was mad, fuck.

“Fine, fine, you baby. I’ll give it back,” Hawks genuinely considered giving it, but what fun was that? He could be annoying for a little longer.

”If you beg.” Dabi stiffened, causing a wide grin to spread across Hawks’ face. He could push a little further than that.

Dabi felt his eye twitch in annoyance as he swatted off the redness of the healthy skin on his face. His body was so loyal to Hawks, it was embarrassing as hell. Anything he did was enough to keep Dabi at attention without lifting a finger.

He considered his options for a moment.

Burning Hawks to a crisp?

Great idea, bad outcome. Dabi’s have a peace of mind, yeah, but he’d be lying if he said that he wouldn’t miss that voice. And those hands, and that slim waist… anyways.

Kill him in his sleep?

Better idea, worse outcome. No murder then.

Actually beg and be obedient?

Well… that could work.

Dabi swallowed his pride, and put on his best begging eyes, hoping it’d make Hawks take a bit of pity on him.

“Please..”

“Please, what?” Amusement flashed through Hawks’ eyes wildly. Was he enjoying this a bit too much? Definitely.

His smirk was wiped off his face with the downward look into Dabi’s shirt to reveal to pieces of metal slid between each nipple—holy shit they were big.

Hawks barely registered Touya still talking with the way his body was begging to swoop down and just take. The feeling was sudden yet familiar. Hawks would give his entire life to have Dabi tear him raw.

A barely concealed whine wracked his throat at the thought of it.

Hawks gasped as fire was pressed to one of his big feathers, and he panicked, trying to extinguish it. He’d dropped the jacket in the process, successfully giving control back to Dabi.

“Idiot.” Now it was Dabi’s turn to smugly grin, except his had a glint of something else behind it that Hawks couldn’t put his finger on.

Hawks hoped his face wasn’t as red as it felt.

The more time Hawks spends around Dabi, the more things he learns about him.

His short temper—which was evident from the first day they met—is slightly less bad when it come to Hawks. Being slightly late to a meeting doesn’t set him off like it does with most.

Dabi’s tits—his personality. It’s not… it’s not that bad, he guesses. The thing he’s been most elated to find out about, well, is Dabi’s expressiveness. His body language, his tone, his facial expressions, god.

He snaps when he’s trying to remember things, he shakes water out of his hair when he’s been in the rain—like a puppy, it’s so fucking cute—small pouts even settle on his lips when he gets scolded by the others.  Hawks just wants to tear him apart. Badly.

As cute as it all is, it’s so fucking distracting, and it feels… charged.

Even now, as Dabi finds himself purposefully poking at Hawks’ foot with his heel from his side of the couch. If they moved together two feet, they’d be crotch to crotch.

”Dabi, please.” Hawks groaned in protest, as he tries to get some sort of work done. He already knew Dabi liked to do anything in his power to distract him from his job, but he’d be lying if he said he didn’t like it.

“Please, what?” Dabi quipped, mocking Hawks’ earlier words. He looked utterly unamused, with a twinge of annoyance.

Hawks worked with a slight scowl on his face now. Clearly he wasn’t that annoyed, or else he would’ve left already.

Dabi wasn’t satisfied with that.

He slid his heel a bit higher, tracing the bone of Hawks’ ankle lazily. He’d stayed there for a minute, pretending to be unaware of his movements. Hawks made no reaction, so Dabi pushed further.

He acted like he was scrolling through his phone as his foot continued to move upward in a silent mission, now trailing up Hawks’ lower calf, then the upper half of it.

A little quirk of the eyebrow was made, but it wasn’t enough to deter. Dabi kept pushing. Now instead of his heel, Dabi used the ball of his foot to slowly drag up towards Hawks’ knee, eventually catching on his lower thigh.

It was slower, more loud than his previous movements.

Hawks’ breath caught in his throat a bit, a sound he tried to cover with a weak cough. It was humorous; with the way that Hawks was starting to go pink in the cheeks. The pen in his hand was starting to go slightly slack, causing Dabi to chuckle a bit.

Dabi removed his foot completely, letting it settle back on the couch. ”For someone so concerned about finishing paperwork, you don’t exactly seem in a rush to finish, do you?”

“Maybe I could, if someone wasn’t distracting me.” Hawks was flustered, and Dabi was absolutely giddy.

Dabi shrugged, going back to scrolling in his phone. He felt Hawks’ eyes linger on him for a bit longer, before turning back to his paperwork with hesitation.

Silence floated between them for a few minutes before Dabi continued his previous efforts. The ball of his foot lazily stroked Hawks’ calf again, and he watched Hawks’ Addams Apple bob.

He went higher, traveling from knee to the back of the thigh in large, sporadic movements, unlike before. Hawks’ grip on his pen tightened.

Dabi’s cock was starting to feel needy, just by the sight of Hawks’ nervous reactions.

The ball of his foot trailed into Hawks’ inner thigh with agonizing dilatory, making Dabi more amused than before.

Hawks didn’t even try to focus on the paperwork anymore, he couldn’t think, or even fucking breathe, Dabi’s foot was inching so close, too fucking close—

And then it happened, a small, barely noticeable graze against the underside of his cock with Dabi’s foot, causing a full body shiver to wrack through Hawks.

“Dabi—”

The constant pressure to the sides caused pen ink to burst all over Hawks’ hand—and his paperwork—causing him to groan in annoyance.

He scurried off the couch and out the door, murmuring an excuse about how he needed to go home and clean this up.

Too much?

Dabi’s eyes traveled to the now damp ink-blot stain that he’d get an earful about from Shigaraki later, coupled with a few stray feathers.

Yeah, too much.

“You killed him, didn’t you?” Tomura spat, trying not to let his own anger bubble over too quickly. Dabi quirked an eyebrow, silently questioning who he was talking about.

“Hawks.” Prompt an eyeroll.

“What makes you think I know anything about where that fucker is?” Dabi stirred in his seat, trying not to look guilty. Hawks had run off after Dabi’s impromptu foot play, and hasn’t been back since.

For the record, Dabi was not pouting about it. He didn’t care.

”He likes you the most out of the rest of these bastards, so fess up. I know something happened between you two, so out with it.” Tomura had always been oddly perceptive, unfortunately.

Dabi threw a pillow toward the other man, causing him to throw an unamused scowl over his shoulder.

He thought back to the way Hawks had puffed up like a flamingo and scurried off once Dabi had made a move.

Okay, maybe he was a little upset. Dabi came on too strong, he guesses.

”Why don’t you just ask him? I’m sure he’ll give you a great answer.”

”I don’t care that much. I just don’t need him turning up dead, especially by your hands.” Dabi stopped in his tracks at that.

”You got a crush on him or somethin’?” Dabi didn’t know why he was suddenly being so overprotective of Hawks, they were enemies. Well, supposed to be enemies.

The tension between them, the stolen touches, the overprotectiveness… enemies did those things, right?

A lazy grin curled upward on Tomura’s lips at the pure concern in Dabi’s voice.

”Let’s just say he’s useful to me. I wouldn’t want him dying before he could take care of my needs again.”

Tomura proceeded to dodge a few more pillows while laughing loudly.

It was around 14 days before Hawks stumbled his way back into the League’s hideout once more.

He’d gotten a few concerned voicemails from Twice and Toga—which he’d actually found quite endearing—one from Compress, and even one from Spinner.

Most surprising of all, Tomura texted him a simple text asking if he was dead, for some reason. His heart swelled a bit at the concern from everyone.

Well. Mostly everyone.

Nothing had come in from the one who’d caused him to run out in the first place.

Part of Hawks was a bit glad if anything, because he couldn’t find a good enough excuse as to why he reacted the way he did other than explaining in full detail that his cock was leaking inside his pants pathetically just from Dabi’s barely-there teasing.

With his fucking foot.

Dabi had a level of control over Hawks that left no room for explanation. Any small touch, teasing words, anything was enough to have Hawks’ head reeling.

It was embarrassing.

He’d flown in at a convenient time, it was late, and no one should be awake to see him come in. Hawks slipped in through a window, hoping he’d make less noise that way.

”Why not just use the door?” Hawks’ wings twitched at the sound of Dabi’s voice, more low and husky than usual.

He sat on the couch, his neck craning as he attempted to get a good look at Hawks from where he was sitting. His hips shifted as he tried to adjust himself.

Fuck, Hawks wasn’t gonna freak out.

”’Was trying to be quiet.” Hawks didn’t know why he was suddenly feeling so shy, but he wanted to leave. Maybe because his cock was already stirring in his pants, for no real reason.

Dabi rolled off the couch and into the kitchen. He flicked on the overhead light to reveal his very bare top half, and his pants hanging much lower on his hips then usual.

Hawks felt his mouth go dry and his pupils dilate into slits, his body once again telling him to take, take, take.

If he wasn’t staring so hard he would’ve missed the very light patch of white hair trailing from Dabi’s belly button to below his waistband.

Fuck, was he even wearing underwear?

A pathetic sound left Hawks’ mouth at the sight—or rather, lack of sight—of Dabi’s undergarments.

“‘S like two in the morning. What’s society’s favorite doing here this late?” Dabi mumbled easily. His voice was stripped of its usual tightness, instead being replaced with a looser, huskier sound.

After Hawks forced his eyes to rip themselves from Dabi’s slim waist and round hips, his eyes trailed around the rest of Dabi’s body.

His face was even missing its signature snark. It looked more languid, even bordering on calm, as if he’d just smoked a joint.

Maybe he was high? Possible.

That still didn’t explain the lack of clothes. (Not like Hawks was complaining).

“I was getting harassed with messages on the burner. ‘Figured I could at least swing by. It’s been a while…”

“Hm. Where were you? I was getting lonely.” Dabi asked from atop the kitchen counter, his legs slightly spread.

Hawks wanted nothing more than to slide between them and kiss Dabi senseless.

“I was busy. You know how it goes.” Dabi makes a noise of understanding, eyes trained on Hawks like a predator watching its dinner.

He looked hungry.

There was a beat of silence before Hawks let his eyes travel back down toward Dabi’s lower half. His pants were so fucking low, you could almost see the small vein on the base of his cock.

Seriously, what the fuck.

”My eyes are up here.” Dabi let a lopsided grin slip onto his lips, and Hawks was so fucking gone. He hopped off the counter and moved dangerously close to Hawks.

A couple strands of his white hair fell around his face as he looked down on Hawks with that same grin. Hawks silently prayed that his cheeks weren’t blooming with red, much to his dismay.

“You’re so fucking cute.”

Dabi caressed the base of his left wing, and Hawks strangled back a whine.

”Dabi.” The taller man just chuckled a bit at the desperation in Hawks’ voice.

”I’ve always wanted to do this, you know. You think I haven’t noticed how fucking sensitive you are here?” Dabi emphasized his point with squeezing the tip of one of his bigger feathers, causing Hawks to cry out.

”Stop—fuck, stop that.”

Dabi moved his fingers so meticulously through Hawks’ wings, grasping desperately at any and every little noise he’d make. His own cock started to feel heavy at the sight—the feeling—of Hawks moaning into his neck.

“Please, please, please—shit!” Dabi smiled serenely, silentling wondering what Hawks was begging for so earnestly.

It almost made Dabi a little sad, him begging like that. He was gonna take care of him, there was no reason to plead.

Dabi wanted to take him as much as Hawks wanted to ruin him. Hawks clutched Dabi’s waist as he panted into his neck. Dabi could see—shit, he could feel Hawks coming apart slowly from just touching his wings.

“Not ‘nough. Want more, wan’ more—please.” Dabi smiled, reaching down into Hawks’ shorts to help him out. Hawks’ hips stuttered harshly against his own will, wanton moans falling from his lips.

“You must really like that, huh?”

“‘M gonna cum—dn’t stop.”

Hawks’ words were starting to drown into gibberish, it was so fucking adorable. Between the attack on his wings and Dabi stroking his cock with his tight fist, he was bound to fall apart any second now.

A few more thrusts into Dabi’s hand and Hawks was spilling all over it, not caring how loud he was. It hit him so hard that it almost hurt, mixed with Dabi’s words of praise had him on his way to overstimulation faster than usual.

“Oh baby, look at you…so fucking good for me.”

Hawks can’t even begin to formulate a response, those words snagging onto him and ripping him open.

Dabi trailed his hand back upward, smearing a bit of cum on Hawks’ lower abdomen. Without hesitation, he took the fingers into his mouth, gathering the leftover. Hawks was watching him hard, pupils blown wide.

Hawks forgets how much he likes Dabi’s hands sometimes.

Thin, long fingers, veins that trail all the way up his arms, nails that sometimes go untrimmed, he was insane.

Dabi grabbed hold of a chunk of Hawks’ golden curls, nails digging into his scalp deliciously.

“I wanna ride you ‘till you go fucking deranged. ‘You gonna let me?”

“On the couch? What if someone catches us?” Hawks’ cheeks burned at the idea of them getting caught.

“I just gave you a handy and groped your wings while you moaned like a fucking slut in the middle of the kitchen.”

Hawks scoffed, because for the record, that was different.

“You caught me off guard…” Hawks’ legs were starting to shake while Dabi led him to the couch.

He was thrown down onto it, Dabi immediately settling into his lap. Hawks tried not to lose himself in Dabi, as the other man stated down at him, a smile splitting his face.

“God, I wanna rip you apart.”

The only thing Hawks could manage in response was a low whine.

“And I want you to.” Hawks placed Dabi’s hand on his chest, hoping he could hear the way his heart was hammering inside his body. Dabi’s expression turned soft, the healthy skin on his cheeks now blooming pink.

“Don’t tempt me,” Dabi whispered. “I’ll ruin you.”

“Please do.”

It was almost unnerving how fast his cock went stiff at Hawks’ sudden submissiveness. The quiet begging, the grinding into his back, the flushed face, fuck.

He couldn’t wait anymore.

“If you really want it, you’ll have to work for it, baby.” Dabi revealed his cock, letting it rest right between Hawks’ eyes. His face melted into a purely blissed out state—like he was waiting his whole life for this moment.

Hawks took moaned low when he took his first taste of Dabi’s thick cock—something in him snapping as he finally got a hold of the cock he’d been dreaming about for months.

“Oh—oh fuck.” Dabi groaned, trying hard not to let his hips snap into the wet heat below him. Hawks frowned at that. He wanted his throat to be hoarse. He wanted his voice to be gone.

“C’mon, fuck my face, ‘know you wanna.”

“God, I’m—fuckkk, don’t wanna hurt you..”

Maybe Hawks was reading too much into it, maybe he was so infatuated with Dabi that he was taking his words too seriously—

But the way Dabi stroked his cheek and looked down at Hawks, well—it was almost too soft.

It seemed like Dabi had always had it out for Hawks. It was primal, in his nature—he took to it like a hobby.

Sometimes it felt like he was straying from his normal lifestyle.

“Need you, Kei. Need you s’ bad.” Dabi rutted into Hawks’ mouth, no longer caring how pathetic he looked, and letting his whimpers of pleasure bounce off the walls.

All that was on Hawks’ mind was how he would let Dabi fuck his face hoarse everyday if he wanted to—it was a privilege, really.

Hawks let his hands wander—mistakenly—to Dabi’s pierced tits, and with a short rub, he was dumping into Hawks’ throat with a loud cry.

God, and it was so much cum.

The blonde’s cheeks were puffed up, and overflowing, he couldn’t even breathe.

“Shit—don’t do that without warning me, fuck!” Dabi’s embarrassment faded as soon as he saw his cum now dripping from Hawks’ tongue, onto his own bare chest.

Hawks’ eyes turned a shade darker—like a switch had been flipped—and seconds later Dabi was over the side of the bed with four fingers filling him.

“‘Gonna fuck you so full, m’ gonna fucking tear you to shreds.” Everything in Hawks’ body was just telling him to take, and he wasn’t sure what did it. Maybe it was Dabi’s thick cum on his tongue, or his soft touches on his skin.

Dabi couldn’t do anything but take the fingers filling him.

With every thrust was another poke against his sensitive prostate, his cock being milked without fully cumming. It hurt, but he endured—knowing that Hawks couldn’t let him cum on anything but his cock at this point.

“Wanna fuck you s’ bad, let me take you.” All Dabi could do is nod, leaving Hawks with a serene smile on his face as he slipped his fingers out with a pop.

Dabi had assumed that he’d be on his back, but Hawks whined when he didn’t immediately flip over.

“Can’t—not like that, no. ‘Miss your pretty face, turn around for me, yeah?”

Pretty etched itself into Dabi’s mind, the praise melting any of the brain matter he had left. It left his face burning red hot, and a low gasp slipping out of his mouth.

Hawks lined himself up, his cock briefly grinding against Dabi’s balls, making him shudder, before eventually slamming home with a long groan.

“Wait—‘m gonna cum, oh fuck—” Hawks gasped as his load spilled inside Dabi without any real stimulation.

“Sorry, shit..”

“Fuck, ‘s okay. Just let go, take me.”

Dabi thought he’d get a second to breathe, between the thickness of the cock and the hot cum, he wasn’t that far from his own release.

But Hawks didn’t slow, his cock still hard and throbbing deliciously against Dabi’s prostate.

It was intense, bordering on violent, the way Hawks’ fingers gripped Dabi’s waist. They didn’t slip or slow, making sure he had complete control. Dabi’s name became a mantra the way it was spilling from Hawks’ lips.

It only made him wanna tease.

“Mmmm, fuck! Wanna make a mess for you, baby, want you to fuck me so full—shit!” Dabi whined, his own seed painting his stomach. Hawks barely noticed, his hips not giving any grace to the man below him.

Dabi’s brain turned to mush, only concerned with how to get more of Hawks’ come inside of him.

His eyes darted to Hawks’ wings, before he grinned to himself.

He’d almost forgotten.

As soon as Dabi pinched the area between his wings, Hawks’ back arches, the cord in him snapping suddenly and out of nowhere.

“Fuck, fuck! Hngh—no, you’re gonna make me—“ Hawks’ hips finally still, all of his cum shooting inside, hot and heavy once more.

The pleasure left him blinded for a moment before he realized that Dabi was still mindlessly touching his wings as he was cumming. He hunched over and with a whine, a few sharp feathers shooting into the walls behind him.

They pierced the walls, knocking over several things in the process.

They breathed heavily together for a while, Hawks peppering kisses among Dabi’s neck, before finally placing one on his lips.

“Ah, fuck.” Dabi looked down onto his hand that was now dripping blood onto the couch from a large gash. Hawks’ pupils turned black before he lapped up the blood with no hesitation.

It was like he was starving, mindlessly drinking Dabi alive with reckless abandon.

The cut was deep enough that Hawks began to push his tongue deep inside, causing Dabi to wince in pain. That made Hawks snap back to reality and remove himself from the hand.

“Um. Sorry.”

“Didn’t know you could cut like that. ‘S hot.”

“I can get you some gauze—“ Hawks went to move, not realizing he was still inside Dabi.

“Or. You can finish cleaning it yourself.” Dabi ground onto the soft cock still inside him, amusement melting into him when Hawks’ hips stuttered.

Hawks bit Dabi’s bottom lip with his own smile matching Dabi’s. It was chaste, more passionate than anything they’d just done.

Tomura tried not to gag as he plucked feathers out of the wall that morning.

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pleathewrites · 8 months ago

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bellow the fire into my deadened lungs

chapter 2 excerpt — sick care read full story here

The second time he wakes up, he is still horribly ill but much more lucid. This time, Touya has enough strength to call out for Keigo and demand the hero take him to the bathroom, dropping to his knees the second he gets the toilet seat up.

He gags but nothing comes out. It feels like agony.

He moans, tipping forward to rest his forehead on the cool toilet seat, “Why do I feel like this?”

Keigo’s warm and familiar hands are on his back, moving in up and down motions while Touya hears the whoosh of stray feathers moving about.

“You fought Endeavor. You almost died.”

He’s lucid enough to hear the disappointed tone in Keigo’s voice. He shuts his eyes, “And? If I’m not dead, means the bastard got away.”

“Dabi…” Keigo’s voice was wary, “Shouto stopped the fight. Iced down your fire before the both of you burned to death.”

Horror runs through Touya’s already pained body, “Sh-Shou… to?” His body lurches, scrambling up to the bowl of the toilet and gags over it, nothing coming out except the wads of spit that keep flooding his mouth.

“Wha — ” Heavy coughs racked through his body, “Wh’the hell — ” and he can’t even get a single sentence out.

Keigo starts to shush him, “There’s time for all that later, you’re not well.”

When the coughing dies down, there’s still that horrible churning in Touya’s stomach, and he knows he’s not leaving this toilet until he throws up whatever toxin plagues his stomach.

But — “I-I can’t. Get it out,” desperate whimpers leave his mouth and Touya has never felt so pathetic.

“Do you…” Keigo begins and Touya rests his forehead against the seat again, turning his head so he can look at the hero while resting his temple on the cool rim, “Do you want some help?” Keigo raises his own hand up for Touya’s viewing, bending his first two fingers a bit.

Touya panics, his chest tightening in such a painful way, “That’s so — ” He feels his head weakly shake against hard porcelain, shame filling his body, “No, that’s disgusting. I can do it myself.”

The hand on his back moves to his brow, a thumb smoothing down the hairs gently, “Your seams. You could get sick in them. You’re already fighting infection, we’ve worked so hard to get you this far. Please.”

Keigo sounds so gentle. His golden eyes are wide and soft and he hasn’t looked away from Touya’s own grotesque and hideous face for a second.

“I…” He feels so ashamed.

Without all of this, Touya knows he’s already so horrendous to look at, to comprehend as human. Especially compared to Keigo, who is beautiful and strong and so, so alive, health radiating in every square inch. This Keigo who has spent countless nights holding Touya, whispering pretty little lies in his mangled ear, squeezed his body like Touya was also something alive, instead of the half-rotted near-dead man he is. He can’t even imagine how ugly he looks now, after a fight that’s left him in this kind of condition. And now, Keigo wants to stick his fingers down his throat and make an even more disgusting mess of Touya?

‘He’ll never look at me the same.’

He tries to find another excuse, “Wha’bout your talons? Pretty sure you’ll end up tearin’ m’throat out.”

Keigo only gives him a knowing smile, “Take a closer look, Hot Stuff.”

Touya does and he gasps. All of Keigo’s talons have been cut off, down to the nib.

Rage and worry for the hero run through Touya’s broken body, “The fuck?”

Keigo’s eyes widened a bit, “Wait, don’t worry! Relax, s’not like that. There was a real reason for this.”

Touya’s body relaxes a bit, relieved at the bird’s lighthearted tone. He raises his eyebrow, as if to say, ‘continue’.

Keigo laughs a bit, that small and soft laugh that Touya had burned in his memory and stitched into his heart, “They kept ripping through the latex gloves. Natsou eventually told me that I’d either have to cut them down or opt-out of treating you. Did you know, apparently, there’s a shit ton of bacteria that lives underneath our fingernails?”

Touya weakly tips his lips and raises his hand up, attempting to show Keigo his own short and immaculately self-manicured nails.

Keigo laughs again, a bit louder this time, “Of course,” and takes Touya’s fingers in his own hand to deliver a hard kiss to his nails. Touya’s heart feels stuck in his throat. Keigo sets their hands down, “Anyways, I kinda panicked at the idea of not being able to help you, and bit all ‘em off. Filed them clean once you were stable and asleep, though. I know how to groom them so they grow right. So, no worries, alright?”

Touya’s heart is beating so fast and he honestly isn’t sure if that’s to do with his condition or this completely unreal man in front of him.

“I’m not worth this, Kei.”

And there it is, out loud and laid bare.

“You don’t get to decide that on your own, Dabi.”

If Touya could cry, he thinks he would. Instead, his dry eyes burn and he has to close them.

Warm hands cup his cheek tenderly, the warmth of Keigo’s fingertips dulled by the layer of bandages that dress whatever wound had opened in the fight.

“I don’t mind doing this for you, baby. I want to. So, please, let me help you.”

Touya feels his walls lower and his shame starts to recede. He feels so awful, so tired and weak, he feels like he’s going to die. He knows he needs to throw up, get rid of the poison that churns inside him.

He opens his eyes and nods, “... Okay.”

Keigo absolutely beams at him, and stands up to wash his hands.

When he’s done, he kneels back down and scoots next to Touya, raising his hand until his two fingers rest at Touya’s mouth and Touya’s own fingers wrap around Keigo’s wrist as he repositions himself to face over the toilet bowl.

“Slap my wrist if you want me to stop, okay?”

Touya nods before opening his mouth.

Keigo’s fingers dip into the heat of Touya’s mouth and momentarily rest on his tongue, his golden eyes paying attention.

Touya weakly nods his head, giving Keigo the go-ahead.

Keigo’s fingers push further, down his throat and deeper until Touya begins to gag, but Touya only squeezes his wrist and he doesn’t slap, so Keigo keeps going until a warm rush of bile floods over his fingers and he pulls out that very second, and Touya is finally able to relieve his stomach of all its toxic contents.

It hurts, but he focuses on Keigo’s soft coos, “... You’re doing so good. Let it out, baby, it’s okay, you’ll feel so much better. I got you, you’re doing so good...”

Touya feels so gross, he hates the sound, and the cramping of his stomach seems like it’s never going to end, but he keeps squeezing onto Keigo’s wrist like an anchor, and wills himself to get through this.

When it finally stops, his stomach feels completely empty and he doesn’t think he remembers a time where he’s felt so relieved.

He spits one final time in the toilet, takes a deep breath in, and tips his head back.

Keigo’s clean hand wipes Touya’s damp bangs back from his sweaty forehead, “You feel better?”

A feather flushes the toilet.

Touya chances a look at Keigo's face with his peripheral vision and sees that gentle look hasn’t gone away, “Yeah. Much better. Thanks.”

A few feathers hover around Touya’s face and they’re carrying wet paper towels, “Can I clean you up a little?”

Touya nods and lets one feather dab at his mouth and another at his forehead.

When he’s cleaned up, Keigo holds up a vaguely familiar glass, “Same deal, swish around then spit out.” Touya does so, and Keigo presses a closed-mouthed kiss to his lips, “Thank you for letting me help you.”

Touya feels his cheeks heat in a blush and hopes there are enough bandages around his face to hide it.

He feels much more clear now that the nausea is gone, and he takes a look around at the down-right luxurious bathroom they sit in, and the tube he didn’t realize until now connected into his hand, trailing his eyes up to an almost-empty bag of what he thinks could either be nutrients or antibiotics on a rolling IV stand.

He scoots until his back rests against the foggy glass of the shower, “Alright, Birdy. Care to explain what’s going on now?”

Keigo stands up to wash his hands and looks at Touya over his shoulder with a raised brow, “I think it’s you that needs to do some explaining,” and turns his gaze back to the sink, “But I’ll ask you about your side of things later when you’re well, and the sun is up.”

Touya fidgets a bit in shame. He never expected to actually live after the day he sought out his father. He doesn’t know what to say, never planned for any kind of confrontation. That’s what The Will was for.

‘Shit.’

His eyes widened, “Kei, how long have I been out? Do people think I’m dead?”

Keigo wipes his hands and sits down next to him, “You woke up after a week the first time, and it's been about four days since. And, no, I assume the general public just thinks you’ve disappeared, all mysterious and villain-like. Don’t worry about the League, I’ve been giving Twice updates. Why d’you ask?”

Touya shakes his head, absolutely not ready for this conversation, “Later,” At least he doesn't have to call Giran to let him know he’s still alive. His death would have been all over national news if it actually happened — a win that hero-society would surely boast about. “Tell me what you know, and how my… You keep bringing up Natsou, and I’m pretty sure you said Shouto ‘stopped me’. What do you mean by that?”

“Oh,” Keigo perks up, “Natsou and Shouto are asleep in the guest bedroom.”

Touya feels like he’s going to faint, “What?”

Keigo’s head falls back to the glass and he rolls it over until he’s facing Touya, “Like I said, Shouto stopped you. He’s Endeavor’s intern this year, y’know?” Touya shakes his head but doesn’t say anything. He didn’t know. Keigo continues, “He told me he heard your conversation with Endeavor, where you basically outed yourself, which I’m pretty sure was on purpose. When I arrived at the scene, he didn’t want you arrested and taken away, so I brought him here with me. He's been coming back ever since, both of 'em.”

It takes Touya a few minutes to digest all this information, “And where is ‘here’?”

Keigo smiles, “My apartment. I have an empty one that the Commission owns but I bought this one in private with cash,” He winks.

Touya laughs a bit, “Look at you.”

“Yeah,” Keigo laughs, too, before biting his lip, “You were in real bad shape, Dabs. Shouto said you needed a doctor and he was right. I have no real medical training, just basic first aid. He’s the one who called Natsou.”

‘Shouldn’t heroes have medical training…?’

Touya’s eyebrows furrowed, “Wait a minute…” He did the calculations in his head, “Natsou’s four years younger than me. That means he would have just graduated university — not a doctor, Birdbrain.”

“I said the same thing!” Keigo exclaimed, “I seriously wondered if Shouto lost his mind or something. But — did you know, your brother is apparently a genius? Yeah, graduated from university early, and is already in his second year of medical school. So, yeah, still a student but — med-student is better than anything Shouto and I were ever gonna get.”

A smile involuntarily tugs at Touya’s lips, proud of his brother’s achievements but bittersweet in the way he wasn’t there to see it with his own eyes, “Good for him.”

Time flies and life really just goes on by.

“Yeah, you lot are really something else. The Todorokis.”

Touya rolls his head to give Keigo a look, but it’s softened with a smile. Keigo leans forward to tip his own forehead against Touya’s and he’s finally healthy enough — kind of — to truly appreciate the familiar contact of Keigo’s cool skin against his own fever.

“So, I’m gonna have to face them both in the morning, is what you’re saying?”

“Can’t help you out of this one, buddy.”

“Hmm, you could kick them out?”

“I am not doing that.”

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writerswho · 4 months ago

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Hawks: What’s the matter?

Dabi: No. Nothing.

Hawks: What?

Dabi: You won’t think I’m a bad person?

Hawks: Too late for that.

#source: seinfeld #bnha dabi #bnha hawks #incorrect bnha quotes #bnha #takami keigo #todoroki touya #hawks #dabi #dabihawks #hey since you're here could you please share my pined post please

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hosfish · 2 years ago

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i have recently found out about common law marriages; imagine a stupid dabihawks au where they become roommates bc maybe they have friends in common who suggested to or sumn and theyre pining for 2-3 years (how long it takes for a common law marriage to be applied). when they find out theyre basically married in the eyes of the law they just kinda side eye each other and are like "....i wouldnt mind........."

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thesakuragarnet · 11 months ago

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Flecks of Gold (A DabiHawks oneshot/drabble for Hawks' Birthday 2023)

Summary: Dabi realizes he is falling in love with Hawks & Hawks realizes Dabi is teaching him to love himself.

THIS WORK HAS SOME (But not a lot) 18+ THEMES!

Non-Spicy Tags: DabiHawks, pining, fluff, soulmates (perhaps??), making out, first kiss, domestic fantasization, light angst, HPSC is the root of all evil, this might feel like two separate stories but anyway that's okay, swearing

Word Count: 1,433 words

Spicy Tags: enemies with benefits, mentions of/allusions to s3ggsual activity

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Something was happening to Touya Todoroki...but he didn't know what. He didn't know why his mind was swimming and something that was long forgotten was thumping against his ribcage, almost like it was demanding to beat right out of his chest. He didn't know why he felt empty when a new presence slipped away into the night. He didn't know why the moment he saw this..."new presence" he felt as if his entire center of gravity had shifted.

The so-called "new presence" was none other than the Number Two Pro Hero of Japan...Hawks. Hawks was the League's mole. The one who was supposed to be infiltrating the heroes and providing insider information...though Dabi had his suspicions and wasn't supposed to get...attached. He was more than attached at this point.

Dabi found himself overanalyzing every aspect of Hawks down to the most minute of details...and he found that...he...he loved him. Truly, that's what this new feeling was. He loved the way he laughed after making the stupidest of jokes; the sound was full and hearty and titillating, kissing his ears. He loved the way that light reflected off of his crimson feathers, streams shining brightly through vanes. He loved the way that Hawks held himself with such confidence that it was borderline intimidating; he never wavered his posture, never backed down from a challenge, no matter if his foe was three times his size. He loved the way that the sun highlighted the flecks of gold in Hawks' honey-colored eyes, pools of glistening amber practically glowing. But most of all, he loved the way Hawks caressed him...made him feel...cherished unlike any other. He hadn't expected to feel anything...given his condition. Yet, somehow, Hawks made him feel so much...inside and out. He made stars dance across his vision. He made everything...make sense.

Dabi felt as if their souls were tied together in an inexplicable bond. It was impenetrable...inseverable...it was wrong...but oh so right. He knew it was different the moment their relationship moved...beyond professional.

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"Well, are you gonna kiss me or not?"

The words rang around like alarm bells in Dabi's head as the Pro Hero wagged an eyebrow flirtatiously, egging him on. Dabi gulped, sweat beading on his brow as he found himself in quite a precarious situation. Here he was, trying to intimidate the Pro Hero, and now, he was speechless. He had Hawks pinned against the wall of the warehouse after a spat, black painted fingernails digging into the soft flight jacket, bunching it up on the Pro's shoulders; their faces were mere inches apart.

"Am I gonna have to make the first move? Really?" Hawks huffs, eyelids heavy and taunting, almost like he's unimpressed. Dabi's mouth is dry, and he starts stuttering, words falling from his lips before they can stop them.

"I-I'm sorry?" He blurts, unsure exactly what he's apologizing for or if he's just not sure what the Pro said. Hawks' gaze softens before slow realization spreads across his face.

"Oh...never kissed anyone before, have you?" Hawks muses, and Dabi's eyes stare at the floor, suddenly significantly more flustered. His breath catches in his throat, his heart stuttering when he feels a feather touch the tip of his nose, bringing him back to reality. Cerulean pools melt into flecks of gold.

"I'll lead then, firefly," Hawks whispers, the pet name sending shivers down Dabi's spine as the leather-gloved hand wraps around the back of his neck, pulling him closer. Dabi lets his eyes flutter shut, and he almost swoons when he feels Hawks kissing him, soft lips brushing against the unburned skin on his top lip where he hasn't lost all sensation.

The villain groans into the hero's mouth, completely succumbing to the throbbing sensation in his gut; he feels it boiling in his blood and pumping through his veins. He wants this fleeting feeling to last an eternity. He wants his sworn enemy to wrap him up in those strong arms and vast wings and hold him forever. Dabi melts into Hawks' grip, stoic facade crumbling into smoldering ash as he kisses him back. He sees white behind his closed eyelids, his heart pounding and his vision blurring as his mind fills with distorted illusions. Illusions of him being happy. Delusions of sharing a life with the Pro Hero. They all come slamming into him at once without warning, almost as if it's meant to be. Hawks coming home from his Pro Hero day-job to Dabi, who would've burned dinner twice already and had been in the middle of ordering take-out. Dabi wouldn't be such a hardened villain. It was such a silly concept...to think that with one kiss it was like his soul had been bonded forever. Maybe he'd drank more whiskey this morning than he thought.

Suddenly, the spell is broken as Hawks' lips slowly move away, but Dabi feels like the breath is being stolen from his lungs. He lurches forward, scarred palms caressing the side of the Pro's face, fingers brushing against stubble as he pulls him back in and kisses him passionately. Dabi doesn't want this moment to end. He wants to lose himself in this twisted heavenly game that he's found himself playing. Hawks smiles into the kiss, chuckling softly as the sounds muffle in his throat, and he slips his tongue into the villain's mouth. Dabi freezes, but allows it, pleasure building deep inside when he feels Hawks' tongue gliding against his own.

Dabi feels like he's drowning in the sweetest way possible. He craves more. He craves it forever. He craves Hawks forever.

After an eternity, the kiss ends, and Dabi finds himself staring into those gorgeous golden eyes once again. The eyes that captivated him. The eyes that ensnared him in this precarious situation in the first place. Dabi is speechless, staring open-mouthed as a shit-eating grin forms on the hero's lips.

"Am I that good of a kisser?" Hawks teases with a wink. Touya Todoroki watches the thick eyelashes flutter, almost in slow motion. He could swear even those had flecks of gold within them.

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The words scroll across Hawks' brain, unable to find hold anywhere within the curves and folds. He simply didn't know how to respond. Suddenly, the suave, cunning persona the HPSC had been hammering into him was at a loss...and all because Dabi had asked a sarcastic question.

"What's your favorite color?"

Hawks racked his brain. Surely the Commission had an answer for such a juvenile question. Surely they would've given him an answer to say to such a basic quality. Surely they-

"Hawks?"

The hero blinks back to reality, sitting up straighter on the League's couch as Dabi idly lounges on the other end, his legs draping across the Pro's lap, boots idly hanging off the arm of the couch.

"Do you not have one?" Dabi snorts, only partially caring as he puts his arms behind his head.

"Don't know," Hawks mutters, and Dabi raises an eyebrow.

"What do you mean you don't know?" The villain blurts, a little surprised. The hero clears his throat, feathers ruffling a little bit. He remains silent. The words sound wrong.

"I don't know," Hawks repeats, louder.

"Like you can't decide?" Dabi mumbles, and Hawks remains stock still.

"Does the Commission really control you that much, birdie?" Dabi snorts, half-joking, but the dark look that crosses Hawks' eyes gives confirmation.

"Well, is there a color that you like looking at?"

Hawks makes the connection much faster than he anticipated the moment his eyes find Dabi's. Those ocean-blue pools of cerulean seem to stare into his very soul. They stare right through him, stripping him bare, naked and exposed, mentally, emotionally, and physically. The eyes that shone in the moonlight...that incomparable cobalt that reflected the waters in the harbor by the warehouse. The way his azure flames flickered in those eyes. It was exhilarating. Truly, that was Hawks' favorite color. Nonetheless, all those explanations seem too convoluted in Hawks' mind for Dabi to understand, so he merely answers:

"Blue."

Dabi's suspicious gaze seems to melt, and Hawks feels that warmth blooming in his chest once again that he fought so hard to ignore. The indescribable feelings that the HPSC had fought so hard to stifle over the years. Hawks wasn't allowed to love...and yet...here he was. Opening himself up. In the beginning, he had just been seducing Dabi for information, but...now...it's different. This exchange seems so meaningless...but...to Hawks...it means everything. Someone is trying to get to know Keigo Takami...not Hawks.

Dabi breathes a whisper as he stares deeply into his lover's eyes:

"Mine is gold."

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