#dabihawks tickle fic

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Feather Ticklish (My Hero Academia)

Warning: Tickle fic ahead!

Characters: League of Villains (Shigaraki, Dabi, Twice, Hawks)

Shipping: Technically DabiHawks but they're not together yet

Lee: Dabi

Ler: Hawks

Word Count: 2,683

Summary: During a meeting at the LoV hideout, Hawks notices Dabi looking more down and apathetic than usual. He tries to make him feel better, but when words don't work, he realizes he may need to take another approach.

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It had been quite a slow day. The League of Villains had rather frequent meetings as of late, especially due to the pesky heroes getting on their case now more than ever. They usually consisted of what their goals were to be after they succeeded, an entire alphabet of alternative plans, and what to do in the worst case scenario - that being the heroes finding their hideout, a traitor in the League, or one of the League members dying.

The current meeting was regarding their newest recruitment, and how he was going to be of service to them. Shigaraki had a way of talking that made the meetings simultaneously entertaining, yet hard to bear. He was very passionate when he spoke, but his voice was shallow and raspy. Hearing it in large quantities didn’t help Dabi’s headache, especially when he had a tendency to ramble and go off topic.

The hot-headed villain rested his head against the big table they were all seated at, the cold surface stinging his skin in a refreshing way. Slowly, everything started to sound as if he were underwater, and he tuned out his cohorts’ voices. With a gentle sigh, Dabi closed his eyes and listened to nothing while he waited for his headache to subside. 

Bzzzt-! 

He jolted at the sudden vibration against his leg. With a low grumble, he fished his phone out of his pocket and glowered at the notification.

Bird Brain: hey, u look down. u ok?

Dabi furrowed his brow, then looked up at Hawks. He was sitting directly across from him.

Hot Stuff: Why are you texting me? You’re right in front of me.

Bird Brain: we’re in a meeting. i cant just talk over ppl

Oh, he supposed that made sense. Dabi rolled his eyes and responded.

Hot Stuff: Well I’m fine. Now leave me alone.

Dabi huffed as he placed his phone on the table, screen side down. He tuned back into the meeting - what was going on? … Ah, Shigaraki moved onto a different topic. 

Twice raised his hand, “I know we’ve talked about the heroes finding our hideout, but what’s gonna happen if they do? I’m not worried, they’ll never find us!”

“Even if they did find us, Twice, they would stand no chance against us.” 

Shigaraki put two fingers to his chin for a moment, then smiled weakly at his friend, 

“Think of it all like a video game. We��re an army defending an entire tower, and another army is coming after us with their own arsenal of weapons. We have to defend as much as we can and, in the meantime, we’re only getting stronger.”

He smirked and raised his arms out on either side of him, taking a confident, triumphant stance,

“We learn the opposing army’s strengths and weaknesses, as well, and that only further solidifies our victory!”

“We shouldn’t be too lax about it, though,” Hawks chimed in calmly.

He grinned at Shigaraki and leaned back in his chair, resting his hands behind his head,

“The heroes may not know about the hideout now, but we shouldn’t rule it out as a possibility.”

“Of course, which is why this is our course of action.”

Dabi huffed and rested his chin in his hand, absentmindedly watching the meeting go on without really listening to anything being said anymore. None of it really concerned him. He knew what he was going to do if the heroes infiltrated. He was going to kill them, every last one. He watched as Shigaraki took the floor once again, rambling on about yet another plan.

Bzzzt-!

What did Hawks want now?

Bird Brain: u sure ur good? u look tired

Dabi glared at his phone as he irritably typed back a response.

Hot Stuff: I’m tired of you texting me, leave me alone. 

Bird Brain: why’d u give me ur number then?

The hot-headed villain growled and placed his phone back down, a little harder than he meant to. He rested his head in his hands and breathed in slowly, trying to calm himself down. Admittedly, he wasn’t sure why he was so angry. He just felt very tired and wanted to be left alone.

Suddenly, his body involuntarily twitched and jerked as he felt something soft rub up against his side. He furrowed his brow and swatted at it, thinking it was just a bug or something. When the soft flicking persisted, however, his chest tightened and he clenched his fists in an attempt to keep the overwhelming desire to react at bay. 

What was going on?!

Dabi’s breath hitched as he felt a second offender flick against his lower tummy, and it was getting increasingly more difficult to keep himself calm.

Bzzzt-!

Not now, Hawks!

He opened his phone and his stomach lurched at the text.

Bird Brain: somethin the matter~?

Dabi looked up at Hawks, who had the biggest shit eating grin on his face. No one else seemed to notice how he was acting, so this had to be his doing. Then, it all clicked. He shakily grabbed at the soft objects that kept sending tingles up his spine and, when he grabbed one, pulled it out of his shirt.

A red feather.

If looks could kill, Hawks would have been turned to ash. The number two hero bit back a howl of laughter. He gleefully savored Dabi’s reaction, so much so that he sent even more of his feathers to attack the annoyed man.

“Grrk-!” 

Dabi gasped and desperately clutched his seat when he felt feathers on every healthy part of his torso. Most of his body was scarred, but the parts of his skin that weren’t were extremely sensitive. He was having trouble keeping it together, and Hawks’ odd form of entertainment had only just begun.

Bzzzt-!

Bird Brain: u havin muscle spasms or somethin? 

You asshole, you know exactly what’s going on!

He couldn’t even focus enough to grab his phone and type back a retort. He was going to kill Hawks for this.

Bird Brain: im actually concerned and u ignore me? some friend u are

We are NOT friends, you dick!

The soft tickling of the feathers was only getting worse. Some of them flicked back and forth very fast, while others slowly dragged up and down the sensitive skin. The duality drove Dabi insane, and his knuckles were turning white from how tight his grip on the chair was. 

“Hey, Dabi. You okay?” 

Twice whispered, placing a concerned hand on his friend’s shoulder.

Dabi jumped and swatted his hand away, 

“I-I’m fine, Twice, fuck off.”

“Jeez, sorry, dude,” 

Twice raised his hands in apologetic panic, then warily turned his attention back to the meeting.

The hot head quietly groaned, sweat trickling down his forehead. Laughter bubbled up in his throat like acid reflux. He squeezed his eyes shut and desperately tried to focus on something else. 

Bzzzt-!

Bird Brain: careful not to laugh~. dont wanna draw attention to urself

So he’s outright admitting it now? The smugness of that asshole.

Bird Brain: where else are u ticklish?

Dabi shot a glare at Hawks, though it wasn’t as intimidating as he hoped it would be with his quivering lips and flushed cheeks. Like he would tell him where he was ticklish. He wasn’t even sure himself. The last time he was tickled was when he was a kid, he thought he had grown out of it. The opposite seemed to have happened. In fact, he didn’t remember being this sensitive.

Bird Brain: thats ok. i’ll find out for myself~

Like hell you will!

“What?”

Shit, had he said that out loud?

He turned to Shigaraki, who was staring at him with a suspicious gleam in his eye. Dabi gulped nervously and shook his head.

“N-Nothing, sorr-eeEEHEHEE!”

He slapped his hands over his mouth and gaped at his cohorts in horror. One of the damn feathers had dipped directly into his belly button. He chanced a glance at Hawks, who was looking as confused as everyone else.

That damn snake!

“Are you sure you’re okay, Dabi?” Twice asked again, looking more amused than concerned at this point,

“You’re being ridiculous!”

Dabi quickly stood, nervously quivering as he stumbled out of the room without a word. The villains looked amongst each other, all wearing confused expressions, when Hawks stood and politely pushed in his chair.

“I’m gonna go see if he’s alright.”

Dabi stood just outside of the hideout, leaning against a wall and greedily gasping for air as he tried to calm down. Luckily, Hawks had shown an ounce of mercy when he exited the building, and his feathers were no longer assaulting his ticklish torso. Phantom tingling lingered on his belly and sides, and he rubbed at the areas desperately.

“What an asshole,” he muttered to himself after he finally regained some composure,

“I’m gonna kill him.”

“Why’s that?”

Dabi whipped around to see Hawks exiting the building, a playful smirk on his face. He sauntered over to the hot-headed villain, who grumbled and stepped backward.

“Get the fuck away from me, Hawks.”

“What’s wrong?” The number two hero laughed,

“I just came to check on ya.”

“Like hell you did!”

Dabi heatedly pointed at the door leading into the hideout,

“What the hell was all that?!”

“All what?”

“Don’t play dumb with me, birdie,” Dabi hissed.

He glared intensely at the winged hero as his right hand was engulfed in blue fire.

“Whoa, whoa,” Hawks chuckled nervously, hands up in an attempt to defuse the situation,

“Calm down, man. I just wanted to see you smile.”

The response was so shocking that the villain lost concentration, and his fire was extinguished. He gawked at Hawks, unsure of how to reply. He wanted to see him smile?

“What?”

“‘What’ what?”

Dabi sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose between his thumb and forefinger,

“You’re a dumbass.”

“Well that’s not very nice~.”

By the time he recognized the teasing tone in Hawks’ voice, it was too late, and he was trapped. Hawks hugged Dabi up against his chest, hooking his arms in between his own and forcing them high above his head. The hot head yelped and thrashed to get out of his hold, but crumbled as soon as Hawks’ giant wings beat against his torso.

“FUHUHUHUHUHUHUCK!!”

Dabi tried doubling over, but the hero had him held tight. He kicked his legs and attempted to curl up, but nothing was stopping the overwhelming ticklish sensation. The incessant flapping of his wings caused the villain’s shirt to rise up, so none of his upper body was protected. Not only that, but the feathers were so fluffy and stiff. They were both insanely soft and dangerously accurate.

“STOHOHOHOP, AHAHAHAHASSHOLE!”

“Wow, you’re really ticklish, huh?” Hawks chuckled.

“I WILL ROHOHOHOHOAST YOHOHOHOU, BIHIHIHIRD BRAHAHAIN!”

“You’re not in the position to be making any threats, hot stuff. Tickle tickle tickle~!”

Hawks smiled at the ticklish mess he was making of the villain. To put it simply, he looked adorable. His hair was a mess as he thrashed and writhed, a giant smile split his face in two, the healthy skin on his cheeks was flushed a bright red, and his overall demeanor was entirely different from how he usually was. To see Dabi, of all people, completely incapacitated due to a little tickling was hilarious. More than that, however, it was humanizing. It gave him a glimmer of hope that these villains could have some level of empathy in them, too.

Hawks grinned deviously as three feathers detached from his wings, and flew to Dabi’s belly. He had to admit, what he made them do was quite cruel, but his laughter was addicting.

“I remember getting quite a reaction from aroooound… here~?”

Two of the feathers slowly circled Dabi’s belly button, while the third dipped directly in and twirled inside of it unfairly fast. The scream that escaped him was inhuman. Hawks’ wings gliding effortlessly across every inch of the villain’s torso, combined with the feathers honing in on his belly button, was enough to send him over the edge. His knees buckled and he would have fallen to the ground had Hawks not been holding onto him. Shrieking laughter quickly turned into silent hysterics as Dabi threw his head back against Hawks and practically fell limp in his arms. The hero’s face flushed slightly, and he couldn’t help but laugh along with Dabi.

When he finally regained his voice, he shrieked hysterically,

“STOHOHOHOHOP!! FUHUHUHUCK, IHIHIHIHI CAHAHAHAHAN’T! C-C’MOHOHOHON, CUHUHUHUT IHIHIHIT OHOHOHOUT!!”

“Sorry, what was that? I can’t understand you when you’re laughing like that~.”

“FUHUHUHUHUCK YOHOHOHOHOU!!”

“Maybe I’ll stop if you ask me nicely.”

“FIHIHIHINE!! FINEFINEFINE PLEHEHEHEASE STOHOHOHOP, HAHAHAHAPPY?!!”

Suddenly, it all stopped. Hawks released his hold on Dabi, and he came crashing into the hero. He eagerly sucked oxygen into his lungs, coughing a little as he did so. His breathing was labored and wheezy. Hawks noted the scent of smoke. He smiled at the villain as he rested against his chest, trying to regain his composure. 

After a few moments, Dabi’s breathing slowed, and he felt his heart rate return to normal. He looked up at Hawks, who had a hand atop his head, petting his hair. His face contorted into one of confusion, then anger, and finally mild embarrassment. He shoved off of Hawks with a grunt and dusted off his clothes. Hawks chuckled and followed suit.

“You okay?” He had the audacity of asking after a moment of silence.

The glare that Dabi shot him sent him into his own laughing fit.

“Lohohook!” 

He cackled as he wiped mirth from his eye,

“I said I just wanted to see you smile! You can’t be mad at me for that.”

“On the contrary,” Dabi growled,

“I’m furious.”

“You looked adorable~.”

Dabi’s breath hitched and his face went red all over again. He told himself it was only due to the residual tingling on his skin.

“Do that again and I’ll kill you.”

“What, ya don’t like being tickled?”

“Was me screaming for you to stop not an indication?”

“I dunno, man, some people actually do like it.”

“Yeah, well those people are psychotic.”

“Says the mass murderer.”

Dabi stared at Hawks, not really sure how to respond to that. He simply furrowed his brow and rolled his eyes,

“Why was seeing me smile such a big deal anyway, birdbrain?”

“Well, like I said, you looked down. ‘sides, I never see you smile aside from an occasional smirk here and there,”

Hawks shrugged and stuffed his hands in his jacket pockets, feeling bashful all of a sudden,

“Watching you laugh like that, without a care in the world, it was cute. You looked happy.”

Happy?

Dabi’s glare returned, but only for a short moment. Finally, he sighed and moved to head back inside of the hideout.

“Whatever, hope you had fun. Cuz you’re never doing that again. Oh, and one more thing.”

Hawks moved to follow him, but stopped when he turned around to address him a final time.

“Watch your back, birdie.”

With that, he walked inside without another word. A shiver ran up Hawks’ spine. What did he mean by that? Deciding not to think much of it, the number two hero simply followed Dabi back inside and reclaimed his seat at the table. 

Everyone was still there, waiting, and Shigaraki scoffed when they finally returned.

“About time. Can I continue now?”

“Sorry about that,”

Dabi replied calmly,

“Go ahead.”

As Shigaraki started his explanation from where he left off, the hot-headed villain glanced at Hawks. A feeling of triumph washed over him as he examined the hero’s face. He looked calm on the outside, but it was clear to Dabi that he was quite nervous. A low chuckle escaped Dabi’s lips, causing Hawks to shoot his gaze over to him.

When they caught each other’s eyes, neither of them emoted for a few moments. Then, Dabi made a simple motion of his thumb running across his own throat with an evil smirk on his face.

Hawks gulped. He was doomed.

A/N: I wrote a sequel! You can find it here: Watch Your Back :D

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I wanna do comfort DabiHawks drabbles 👀

Pls send in an ask with a number, who is lee and ler, and a tickle spot and I'll make a short drabble for it ovo

15 Hurt comfort tickle sentence prompts

Feel free to reblog!

"are you okay?

"I know how to cheer you up!"

"do you want a hug?"

"your safe with me"

"it's okay to be vulnerable"

"can you, uhm do the thing?"

"Never fear the tickle monster is here!"

"what's wrong?"

"sorry"

"it's all my fault"

"I'm fine"

"I'm gonna fail if I don't Finnish before the deadline "

"leave me alone"

"are you crying"

"all you need is a good laugh and affection!"

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Hoodie (My Hero Academia)

Heyo! Bringing back some NOSTALGIA! :D So this was actually a fic I submitted to @otomiyaa's old blog waaaaay back when I was still a baby fic writer. The submission has been lost, but I figured why not blow off the dust, give it a fresh coat of formatting and editing and bring it here! :D I don't know if you're still a DabiHawks shipper Ginny, but I hope this brings some good nostalgia to you :3 Keep being amazing, friend!

Cloud 9 (Taglist Peeps):

@myreygn @thatbigbisexual29 @duckymcdoorknob @wolfyeatstacos @baby-tickles2022 @cupcake-spice13 @nutzgunray-lvt @sarahmaystock5578 @rachi-roo @mochi-giggles @chibisstuff @imjusthere07 @sevenincubistolemyheart @sp1racle

CW: Swearing- It's Dabi after all

Summary: Dabi likes to steal Hawk's clothes-even if they feel "weird" with all the feathers stuck within. Hawks decides to explore what that really means.

With Dabi, Hawks could never predict what was coming. And he loved it.

The villain had a way to him that drew at Hawks. It was endearing and baffling and all and all an addiction Hawks didn’t want to kick.

Sometimes the Villain would break into his home while Hawks was on patrol. When the Pro-hero checked his security alert, he would be given the sight of Dabi lounging about in his apartment, drowning in the birdman’s hoodie and eating his hot Cheetos.

Other times Dabi would tell Hawks to meet him in the most obscure locations, ones that required lots of twists and turns and always leaving the Pro hero exhausted by the time he got there. The information he received wasn’t always worth it, but the scarred yet gentle kisses Dabi gave him were.

Today was no different. Dabi had made himself at home in Hawks' apartment when the Prohero got there, once again wearing his hoodie as he stretched out along his couch. No snacks this time. Dabi’s jacket was folded behind his head in a makeshift pillow, and his boots were kicked off, placed neatly by the front door.

Hawks bit down a laugh as he closed the door, taking his time removing his jacket and boots before walking over. A sight like this must be savored. “Seems like you’re quite attached to that hoodie, huh?”

Dabi cracked open an unfairly blue eye, looking up at Hawks through tuffs of black hair. “Hmmm...” He drawled, stretching his arms lazily over his head and leaving them there, hoodie riding up and revealing a line of silver skin. “It’s warm. ‘S not like you wear it, anyway.”

“That’s because you're always stealing it.” Hawks replied with a smirk, making his way over to the cozy villain and climbing on top of him. A few adjustments later he was  bracing his arms on either side of Dabi’s head. “Not that I’m complaining, though. You look good in my clothes.”

Dabi rolled his eyes, but he couldn’t hide the twitch of his lips at Hawks' words. “Whatever. It’s too big, and it's always full of feathers.” Dabi reached a hand out, running his fingers through the soft red wings that encased him. The gesture earned Hawks’ hum of approval. “I have to pluck them off before I can wear it.”

“Do they bother you?” Hawks asked, eyes curious as he reached up, capturing Dabi’s hand, rubbing his thumb along the scarred knuckles. They were old, no longer raw and painful. He wanted to kiss them again and again, even if Dabi couldn’t feel it.

“Not really. They just feel weird.” Dabi mused, smoothing out the miscue feathers with gentle fingers. “Pretty bird...” he murmured, making Hawks blush.

 The Prohero watched him curiously, hung up on Dabi’s earlier comment. “Feels weird, huh?” He let his free hand fall to Dabi’s hip, sneakily pushing the oversized cloth up with his hand.

“Yeah. They’re too- niieh!” Dabi flinched with a yelp when he felt something soft brush his skin. He glared down at the lone wing close to his exposed waist, then at the smirking hero above him. “Just what do you think your do-ah!” He flinched again when the wing brushed his side, aiming for untouched skin. Realization hit him like a ton of bricks, and he glared fiercely, trying to ignore the growing blush filling his face. “Don’t you fucking dare!”

Hawks grinned, eyes alight like a child just discovering Christmas for the first time. “Weird, huh?” He asked again, quickly reaching up and trapping Dabi’s hand within his own.. “You’re ticklish?”

The villain didn’t respond, opting to glare instead. Hawks flexed his wings.

“Hawks, I swear to god, if you tickle me-“ Dabi didn’t get to finish his threat, clamping his mouth shut and squirming about as Hawk’s feathery appendage traced his skin, the tickly touch leaving trails of goosebumps along the pale skin.

“Hm? What was that?” Hawks teased, his smile growing as Dabi squirmed and quivered beneath him, cheeks flushed a soft pink and jaw set in an attempt to keep the embarrassing noises at bay. “Aww! What a cutie! Trying so hard to hide it-come on, let me see that smile!” Hawks teased, finally slipping a hand under Dabi’s hoodie and gently clawed at the sensitive skin.

“GAH! Ahehehehhahahahaha! F-Fuahhahahaha! Stahahap! Dahahahamn y-yohoohhhohou!” The dam broke. Dabi threw his head back and cackled, eyes squeezing shut with mirth as Hawks tickled him mercilessly. He thrashed and squirmed, kicking his feet against the couch cushions as he tried to wriggle free. “Freahhahahaking wiihihings!”

 The Pro hero grinned, delighted by the reaction from the usually somber villain. “There it is! I knew you had some semblance of joy in you! Tickle tickle tickle, Dabi!”

“S-SHuhuhuhuhut uhuhuhp! Ahehehehahhaha! GAH! Nohohohohoho bihihiihihrdie  stAhahahap!” Dabi arched with a squeak when Hawks’ fingers brushed over the lower parts of his stomach, fingers and feathers very gently teasing the terribly sensitive skin like a dance. It left the brunette howling with laughter- the tops of his cheeks burning like the flames he could create. If he still had working tear ducks, he was sure he’d be misty eyed right now.

And Hawks- oh that freaking Hawks. He was laughing with him,seemingly overjoyed by the sight of him so vulnerable! Though- he had to admit; the sound of him laughing was rather nice…

Finally, when Dabi couldn’t take it anymore- when he was just barely getting out a wheeze that embarrassingly sounded like a dog toy- did Hawks stop. The tickles came to an end; his hand opting to rest his hand against Dabi’s warm chest. As the villain gasped for air, he rubbed soothing circles into it, helping him compose himself.

“Ahehehehe..hehehehe…fuhuhuhuck..” Falling back into the couch cushions, Dabi closed his eyes-willing himself to calm. He felt both humiliated and exhausted and…free. Relaxed. At ease. The feeling of Hawks’ hand against his scarred chest- that comforting pressure as he listened to his racing heartbeat- it was nice.

Bastard.

“F-Fuhuck you...Birdie.” Dabi growled, reaching up and punching Hawks in the shoulder. Only the punch was more of a tap, and Hawks laughed as he caught his hand, bringing the scarred limb up and kissing his knuckles.

 “Hey, you enjoyed it! You could have broken free at any time.”

That comforting feeling grew as he realized…he was right. The entire time Hawks had him, he wasn’t holding on that tight- and if Dabi really wanted to escape, he could. The fact he had that option from the get go did funny things to his chest.

Then the humility came crashing back- leaving the scarred villain redder than Hawks wings, which was what he promptly shoved his face against to hide in mortification. “S-Shut up! I- don’t laugh!” His muffled stammering was enough to send Hawks into a laughing fit, flopping against the embarrassed villain and pulling him entirely into his chest.

 “Come now. Don’t be embarrassed. Everyone's ticklish. Even you.”

Dabi groaned against him, only peering out to glare at his feathery boyfriend. “I hate you.” 

Hawks smiled, leaning down and kissing him gently. “I love you too.”

Thanks for reading!

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TickleTober Day 3 - Cuddles

I've been slowly revisiting my old fandoms for the event, and the MHA curse may or may not have re-infected my brain. Soooo here's some DabiHawks because I'm basic (TvT). Loving this event so far, it's really challenging my creativity and overall commitment levels! As always, I hope you Enjoy!

Lee: Hawks

Lee: Dabi

Summary: Dabi and Hawks wake up after a night together, cozy in their bed. Dabi wants peaceful cuddles, but Hawks won't stop being a shit. Lucky for him, Dabi knows just how to get the pesky bird to settle down.

Warnings: none! This is a tickle fic, so if you don't like that, scroll away!!

Dabi just wanted one morning where he could wake up peacefully with his bird boy. Just one nice, calm, soft morning. With Hawks, however, that was never an option. He had barely opened his eyes before he felt something poking his cheek. 

“Heeeeey crispy~” Ugh, that nickname… He wished the pro had never thought of it. At least his morning voice was nice. Dabi tried to tune him out, digging his face into his partner’s arm. “Mmmph. Go back ta sleep…”

Peacefulness wasn’t really an option for the winged hero. He was feeling playful, rested and wanted to mess with his man. Besides, twelve o'clock is a perfectly reasonable time to wake someone up. Not his fault that Dabi’s not a morning person. The villain groggily swatted at the other’s hand.  “But I’m not tired. You need to get up, it’s almost noon.”

Dabi groaned, wrapping his arms around his boyfriend. Why did he always have to do that? “No. Sleep.” He rested his head against the other man’s chest, hoping to sway him to the sleepy side. He never got the best rest at night, even with Hawks by his side. Mornings were dreaded by him, he always tried to get a few more hours out of his partner.

Hawks just chuckled and shook his head. He was more than used to Dabi’s groggy morning routine. Still, he was a bit antsy, wanting to start the day.  Feeling mischievous, he moved his wings, gently brushing the tips of his feathers on the burned boy’s neck and arms. 

That got a reaction, though it wasn’t the one he was looking for. Dabi pushed himself up, gathering Hawks’ wrists in one hand and pushing them above his head. The ravenette was practically laying on top of him, using his strength and weight to keep him pinned. He was awake now. Hawks wasn’t worried yet, his playful smirk on full display. “Wohoah. Thought you were tired, Dabs. Don’t mind this, though~” 

Dabi rolled his eyes and huffed. That man… He was gonna get it. “Always gotta go there, huh?” His free hand rested on the blonde man’s side, drumming fingers against his bare skin. “Think I got a way to wear you out, birdy.”

Now Hawks was worried. The smirk wavered, a nervous smile replacing his confident grin. Dabi didn’t make empty threats like that. “Hey! Lehet’s- let’s talk about this!” He tugged at his arms, trying to free himself. Pinned on his back, Hawk’s wings wouldn’t be much help. He could get them to Dabi, but the fiery man would easily push them aside. Besides, he’d rather not draw attention to the sensitive appendages. 

“Nothin’ to discuss. You’re being a shit; ’m just returning the favor.” The fingers on his side bent into a claw, slowly scratching the area right under his ribs. Hawks bit his lip, refusing to break so quickly. Dabi wanted a reaction? He was gonna have to work for it.

He wanted to play hardball? Fine. Dabi could play hardball. He kept his clawing light and slow, teasing the other man. The claw climbed upwards, toying with his ribs before moving back down. He was gonna be cruel about it. “Silent treatment, eh? We’ll see how long that lasts..” 

Hawks could feel his cheeks heat up as he squirmed. He was only in his boxers, his lover wearing a loose tank-top. He was almost completely exposed to Dabi’s ticklish teasing. His breathing was only getting shakier, the tight bite of his lip wobbling. The winged hero couldn’t hold out forever.

The fiery man saw his reactions, chuckling. “Look’it you, all blushy and squirmy. Could eat you up, nugs. Actually…not a bad idea.” Dabi lowered his head slowly, his clawing fingers running up and down the blonde’s ribcage. Hawks kicked and squirmed, but nothing he did could stop his boyfriend’s lips from touching down on his stomach. The hero finally broke, squealing and bursting into bubbly giggles as he felt Dabi’s teeth on his stomach.

“GYAAAhahaha! Dahabihihihi noho!” Hawks bucked his hips, trying to get the other man away from his ticklish belly. Dabi chuckled against his stomach, sending little vibrations through the sensitive flesh as he nibbled and kissed on it. He was being so mean!

As if all the teasing and provoking wasn’t enough, Dabi decided to speak against his belly too. “Such a ticklish thing, aren’t we? Wouldn’t it suck if I spilled to the League about this? Even with your wings, I doubt you could fend off Twice’s little army. So many wiggling fingers~” He switched from clawing to scribbling, still focusing on the winged hero’s ribs while nibbling on his belly. 

Hawks was in stitches, giggling and squeaking like there was no tomorrow. His cheeks were burning, the teases hitting their mark and flustering the man. “Youhuhu s-suHUHUCK! GEHEHET OHOhohoff!” The gentle scraping of his lover’s teeth on his belly, the fluttery feeling of the kisses; it was insane. Correction; it was driving him insane.

In a way, Dabi was still getting his cuddles. He was pretty much laying on Hawk’s lower body, he was kissing and loving on him, and his partner was smiling. True, pitchy laughter was right behind that smile, but he wasn’t picky. Pinning his arms above his head and tickling him was just a part of the fun. 

“Bahabe- babe plehEHEHEASE! MOHOHOVE!” Hawks was quickly losing it over the tickles, the nibbles and kisses on his toned stomach more than he was ready for. He was used to Dabi being mean, but he normally wasn’t this cruel. He should’ve just gone for the cuddles…

Dabi’s head finally pulled away, a wide and smug smirk adorning his features. He ran his hand across his boyfriend’s stomach, wiping any loose saliva from his tickly attack off the surface. That man knew exactly what he was doing, and he was enjoying it. “Aww, guess my birdy can’t handle a few kisses. Maybe you should think about that next time you wanna be a shit.” He kept both Hawk’s arms pinned above his head, using his free hand to drill into the blonde’s hips.

Think about that next time? Oh, he’d be thinking about it for the rest of the day, possibly into the next morning. And maybe, just maybe, he’d do the exact same thing tomorrow. But at that moment, all he could do was laugh. “DAHABIHIHIHI! WHYHIHIHI AHARE YOU SOHO MEHEHEAHAN?!”

“It’s my job, Keigo. I’m an evil villain, remember? Gotta keep my bratty bird boy in check.”  That made Hawk’s entire face go red, the blush actually spreading to the tips of his ears. They seldom used each other's actual names, as they had gotten used to the aliases before they started dating. Hearing his name come from Dabi’s mouth, on top of the tickling and teasing tone…it’s safe to say he was flustered. Even better, the worst was yet to come.

Dabi’s eyes wandered, landing on his boyfriend’s wings. He had long since figured out how sensitive they were; that was hardly the first time he’d tickled the man. This meant that he knew exactly how ticklish his wings were, and just how to go at them to wreck the hero. His hand slowly moved behind his ribs, getting closer and closer to the base of Hawk’s wings. “Ya know, there’s one spot I’ve been dying to get to. I’d say I’ve been pretty patient, wouldn’t you?” 

Oh, that ass. “DAHABIHI- DABI NOHOHO! YOUHUHUHU WOUHULDN’T!” Dabi just laughed, leaning down and whispering right in his ear. “Oh, I would~” He let go of Hawk’s arms, quickly flipping the man over now that his hands are free. Hawks, both dazed from the tickled and flustered out of his mind, couldn’t react fast enough. He was straddled in seconds, both of Dabi’s evil hands scratching along the bases of his wings. 

When I say this man cackled, I mean he lost his shit. 

“NAHAHA! SHIHIT- DAHAHABIHIHI! IHI- YOUHU- GAHAHA!” He writhed under his boyfriend’s touch, the crazy ticklish spot driving him up the wall. He could barely think, barely speak, barely do anything other than thrash and laugh his ass off. Dabi found it quite amusing. “Damn, birdy. Got some pipes on ya there. Should be calling you songbird.”

Hawks ultimately gave up, resigning to his ticklish fate. He couldn’t get Dabi off his back, couldn’t focus enough to use his quirk, and couldn’t stretch his wings far enough to retaliate. He just pressed his face into a pillow, laughing his heart out as his boyfriend destroyed him with tickles.

Eventually, Dabi got his fill, seeing the puddle of squirmy cackling beneath him. He climbed off of the winged hero, instead laying beside him and pulling him close. Hawks was still giggling like crazy; the intense tickling left him with plenty of phantom sensations. Dabi just rubbed his back, placing little kisses on his forehead as he cuddled up to the blonde. “Easy, babe. I’m done, you’re good.”

It took a solid three minutes, but Hawks finally regained his composure, sighing into Dabi’s chest. The tickling had definitely worn him out; all the antsy energy he felt that morning was spent. In fact, he could use a nap.  He draped across his boyfriend’s sides, breathing out a sleepily muttered “jerk” before closing his eyes. 

Dabi just chuckled, gently scratching the pro’s head as he drifted off. It was gonna be at least a good hour before he woke back up. Looks like he was getting his cuddles after all…

[bratbutcute]

4 a.m.

Fandom: My Hero Academia

Pair: DabiHawks.

Disclaimer: mention of sex and sexual activity but it is still sfw dw. As always babes this is a tickle fic, if ya don’t like it, scroll away 💕

I just read a bunch of stuff about Hawks and I need to just go there and hug him so here some stupid silly fic about this man getting lovely tickled because he needs to laugh.

~

It was probably the fact that they hadn’t slept in almost two days, it was 4 am and they just had sex.

Their nervous systems were a mess, they were exhausted. That’s why Dabi showed some affection. That’s why Hawks let his guard down. And that’s why they ended up this way, with Hawks giggling on his chest and Dabi’s hands in his feathers.

Dabi rolled his eyes in fake annoyance but kept his fingers buried in the man’s wings and increased the speed of his circular movements.

Hawks shook his head and kicked his feet on the mattress, trying to distract himself from the feeling.

His giggles were now louder. His hands, that were originally holding Dabi’s torso in a comfortable hug, were now stimming on his chest, clenching and unclenching, trying to choose wether he should stop his lover’s fingers or not.

«Dahah- no nohoh.» Dabi turned on his side, facing the other and grinning. Hawks hid his eyes behind his hands, giggling some more when Dabi readjusted himself, sitting on Hawks’ lap.

«No? Really? It doesn’t look like you want me to stop baby.» he said in the most flirty and menacing way, making Hawks feel things he didn’t want to admit.

«Dahahabihihihi I-» he was actually speechless.

The tickling had started for no specific reason, just because Dabi was next to him and with his hands he found a ticklish spot. Simple as that. But Hawks didn’t know why he was still doing it. Was it a way to drag information out of him? Was it just sadism? Why wasn’t he stopping?

His train if thoughts was interrupted by a new strong ticklish feeling on his stomach. He snorted and laughed louder, hiding his face with one hand and holding one of Dabi’s forearms but not pushing him away, just as stability.

«Whhihihihi-» his laughter became high pitched when Dabi tickled his neck, the sound so melodious that even the villain blushed a bit upon hearing it. Hawks gulped a bit of oxygen before shouting «Whywhywhy» and dissolving in some more laugh.

Dabi’s hands stilled, allowing the younger to finally breath.

For the first time his malicious grin left his face, substituted by an innocent expression, something neither of them had ever seen. Dabi couldn’t remember the last time anyone had ever seen him that way - or if that ever happened.

He wanted to make fun of the former hero, pointing out that he never asked him to stop, that he never pushed him away. He wanted to ridicule him and embarrass him and…

Hawks was laying on the bed, the back of his hand on his lips, hiding his smile. His other hand was still holding him, nails slightly scratching his scarred skin. He had tears at the corner of his eyes but they were so shiny, so happy.

So Dabi gave him the best explanation he had.

«I like you.»

Hawks batted his eyes in disbelief.

What they had could be described as a physical relationship. Sex and nothing more. Sometimes they would cuddle a bit, but it was usually just him caressing the other’s skin while he was asleep. He always assumed Dabi’s only interest was his body, not even because it was his, but simply because it was the only option he had to fuck someone. He never even considered he actually found him attractive.

But for the first time in that weird relationship they had, Hawks saw Dabi’s eyes looking at him, not seeking his body, or anything else. He was looking at his face, admiring his shiny eyes, his pink cheeks, the way his lips were pursed, that incredibly vulnerable expression that the always-so-confident man was now wearing.

And Hawks did feel vulnerable. For the first time in his life he felt liked.

Before he could dwell in those thoughts Dabi pinched his sides again, making him squeal.

«Don’t give me that face Hot Wings or I swear I’ll burn every single one of your feathers.» and he let his hands disappear behind Hawks’s back, scratching the base of the wings.

Hawks screamed so loud even Dabi had to stop, snickering on the man’s abdomen and causing another stream of cute giggles to erupt.

«Dahahahabihihi stohohop thahahat tihicklehes tohohoho.» and he gently pushed his head away.

But Dabi didn’t move, his breath calming down; he hugged Hawks, sliding slightly upwards.

So Hawks smiled, closed his eyes, let himself relax and blamed it on the fact that they hadn’t slept in almost two days, it was 4 am and they just had sex.

But that was enough.

~

So this fic is my way to move from my writer’s block. It’s not well written. I have not spoken or written in English these months. I’m not very proud of how I’ve written it.

But I’m hyperfixating again on My Hero Academia sooooooooo

There you go 💕

[tickly-giggles]

This is so fuckin cute omg. I love their dynamic, the dialogue is spot on. I couldn't stop giggling and smiling, I love this aaaaaaa 💕💕💖💖

If you don't mind me requesting a second one... 👉👈 may I please have a ribbon-decorated box containing marbled white and milk chocolate (dabi x hawks), square shape filled with almonds and lemon creme? No pressure! Thank you!!

HI FLAME THANKS FOR THE REQUEST

Yes I did them out of order. Oopsies!!

I HOPE YOU LIKE THIS THO!!! I AM ABOUT TO BULLY TF OUT OF THIS BIRDIE MAN.

This is the dumbest thing I’ve ever written and I’m SO here for it.

Big shoutout to dada @volleeball-bo for the cake idea bc my brain is but a barren field. 😭

CW UNDER THE CUT: This do have some tickles in it NGL. There is a lot of cursing, but it fits. D3ath mention. illy timed your mom jokes.

Number two, Pro Hero, Hawks. Quirk: Fierce Wings. A Rank member of the League of Villains, Dabi. Quirk: Blueflame. Two of the most dangerous and vengeful men alive, working under the same roof.

So why the hell were they dead-set on baking a birthday cake?

When Twice and Toga had happily shared their newly discovered information, the two males knew they’d somehow be sucked into the abyss. They had learned that Shigaraki’s birthday was the next day, and appointed the two to make him a cake.

Who could say no to Twice and Toga? After all, if they weren’t killing anyone, Hawks was happy.

What’s the worse that could happen?

Now in the kitchen of Hawk’s tiny apartment, the two males were arguing incessantly about the process.

“I assure you, Dabi, you HAVE to add salt into it. Everything has salt. This is a literal teaspoon, you won’t even taste it!” Hawks argued for the nth time.

“It’s salt, dumbass. Salt is going to make the cake taste, oh, you know, fucking salty?” The villain growled in reply.

If Hawks could bang his head on a wall, he would. “Dabi I swear t- FINE! Here!”

The blonde stomped over to his pantry, retrieving a sleeve of pre-packaged cookies. He opened the package, took out two cookies, and offered one to his partner. “Eat it.”

“What’d you do to it?” Dabi teased with a scoff.

“I spit on it and put poison in it, obviously.”

“Sounds delicious.”

The two ate the cookies in silence, with Hawks glaring daggers at his black-haired friend. “So?”

“So?”

“Does it taste sweet?” The winged-hero inquired.

“Yeah? Why are you asking me, Feathers?”

“Aha!” The hero chimed in triumph, snatching the sleeve off of the counter, “Look at the ingredients! Read it and weep, bitch!”

Dabi pinched the bridge of his nose in exasperation as Hawks breathed down his neck. “It seems you’re actually correct for once.”

“Oh what’s this?” The blonde asked coyly, “Dabi was wrong? Wow, what a world.”

“Shut up, let’s get back to the task at hand, please.” The flame villain grumbled, returning to his position near the mixing bowl.

With a proud smile, Hawks strode to the cabinet to grab his salt container, and a set of measuring spoons. God, he was too cocky for his own good.

As Hawks was lining up to pour the salt into the teaspoon, the villain pinched his sides. The man jumped with a yelp as about a tablespoon worth of the ingredient fell into the batter.

“Oh, you dick!” Keigo was immediately on the defense, eyes ablaze with rage, “Now we have to start all over!”

“Oh no! You dropped some! What happened?” Dabi faked innocence.

“You are a quarter second away from being punted out of my goddamn window.”

“Is that a threat?”

“It fuckin’ should be.”

“Well, I don’t understand why this is such a big deal? I thought the cake needed salt? What did you do wrong?”

“Your fucking mom.” The male grumbled absentmindedly.

“That’s it!”

With a look of horror, Hawks took off from the kitchen. His socked feet bounded around his apartment, clearing corners with the help of his slippery momentum. “I didn’t mean it! I didn’t mean it! It was a natural reaction!”

“I know for shit sure that you meant it, Feathers!” Dabi called in reply, hot on Hawks’ heels.

“I really didn’t! It slipped oUT-“ tripping on his own ottoman, Keigo smacked his face onto his loveseat, subsequently falling onto it.

“You fucking idiot.” Dabi said through a fit of laughter. “How do you not see the furniture that you set up yourself?”

Holding his forehead, the winged-hero stuck his tongue out. “How do you take offense to a your mom joke?”

Neither knew how it happened, but the villain’s body moved faster than his brain did. Before he knew it, the black-haired male had sat on his partner’s waist, and held his wrists over his head with one hand.

Dabi wore a menacing smile, as Hawks wore a look of terror. Was this how he died? Was he going to be killed in cold blood over a your mom joke?

Instead, he felt a single finger trace around his stomach. Not expecting the long-forgotten feeling, giggles bubbled from his throat.

“Ohoho this is rich, Birdie!” The villain teased, “As if you couldn’t get even more interesting!”

“Dabi, don’t you dare.” Hawks hissed, eyeing the wiggling fingers that dared to come in close contact with his torso. “Do not fucking t-touch me- nohohoho!”

“Aww, you’re so precious!” The villain cooed as he gently pinched at his partner’s sides.

“Dahahabihihi! Dohohohont!”

“Don’t? But this is so much more fun than baking a cake for the boss.”

“C’monohohon! Thihihis ihihisnt lihihihike yohohou!”

The black-haired male beamed at the laughing hero beneath him. Oh what a power play this was. “To put my enemy into submission? This is totally like me.” He moved his hand up to spider under Hawks’ arms.

“NGH- DAHAHABI!” Keigo’s eyes were squeezed shut, face flushed from embarrassment. He couldn’t exactly hide his face in his hands, since he was a little… trapped. “PLEHEHEHEHEASE!”

“Please what? Keep going? Move spots? Stop? You have to be very specific with what you want, Birdie.”

“IHIHI DOHOHONT KNOHOHOW!”

“You don’t know what you want? Maybe I just need to help wake your brain up!” With that, the villain brought his hand down to ever-so-gently prod at his partner’s ribcage.

“DABIDABIDABI-DAHAHAHABIHIHI! NOHOHOHO! NOHOHOT THEHEHERE! MOHOHOHOVE SPOHOHOHOTS!”

“Oh dear, Feathers, you’re so ticklish here!”

“PLEHEHEHEHEASE!”

“Am I embarrassing you? I don’t think I’ve ever seen you this worked up!” Dabi chirped, adding the slightest amount more pressure.

“OKAHAHAY! OKAY OKAY! THAHAHATS ENOHOHOHOUGH!”

“Are you sure?”

“YEHEHES! PLEHEHEHEHEASE! STAHAHAHAP!”

When the magic word was uttered, Dabi released his victim instantly. “You okay, kid?”

“I… I am… I’m only a y-year… younger-“ the hero sputtered through panting breaths. “You, dick.”

“Ah, you’re back.” The villain chimed, “I didn’t kill ya’, did I?”

“Nah. Just… glad you stopped when you did.”

“Running out of stamina? Some hero you are.” Dabi scoffed.

“And your revenge tactic was to tickle the shit out of me. Some villain you are.”

With a cocky smile, the black-haired male looked fondly upon his partner. “Any last words?”

Keigo inhaled sharply, closing his eyes. He reflected on how vulnerable of a position he was in, ultimately giving up on survival. Oh well, he’s lived long enough.

With a hushed whisper, he uttered “Your mom.”

And as the winged-hero predicted, Dabi’s hand lowered back onto his ribs and showed no mercy; cake long forgotten as Hawks’ frantic laughter echoed off of the walls.

After all, no good joke shall go unpunished…

❣︎𝑉𝑎𝑙𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑒’𝑠 𝐶ℎ𝑜𝑐𝑜𝑙𝑎𝑡𝑒𝑠 𝐸���𝑒𝑛𝑡❣︎

—————♡︎✞♡︎✞♡︎✞♡︎✞♡︎✞♡︎✞♡︎✞♡︎✞♡︎✞♡︎—————

[intheticklecloset]

💡

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.

[kourota]

“Is it gonna hurt me?” Keigo asked, holding out his hands next to Dabi’s hands.

"He's so tiny, he only tickles." Dabi said, gently tipping his hand to persuade the crustacean off.

my second and final piece for the hawks big bang features some cute dabihawks! @m2riddle 's writing is gonna give me diabetes some day 'cause this scene was sooo sweet!! [link to the fic: "Ink & Feathers"]. check it out and give her some love, y'all!!!

[deuteragonist1]

I find it incredible how in Dabihawks fics Dabi can just do whatever he feels like. If he's annoyed or drunk enough, he can find Hawks' address and break into his appartment. Like, that was always an option. He can hold Hawks' hand in public in the most obvious disguise known to mankind. He can steal classified documents from the HPSC if that's what the demon at the back of his head says. If it tickles his fancy he might kidnap a child. He can get Hawks pregnant, easy. He can bite into ice cream.

Still trying to figure out his secret, but as soon as I do, it's over for every authority figure in my life

[flames-tstuff]

I recently discovered your blog and its theme is so comforting and your art and fics are amazing <3 i'm fairly new to the community and I'm currently obsessed with My Hero Academia. I wanted to know if you'd e willing to reccomend some of your favorite tickle fanfics for that fandom to me?

Hey there!! Aaaaah thank you so much, they bring comfort to me too 😊❤ Welcome to the fam!

Oh man, where to begin? There's so much good content out there. I'll start by listing some of the blogs I follow that make MHA content (though keep in mind most of these aren't MHA-centered), so you can check them out!

@intheticklecloset

@inconveniently-placed-cactus

@august-anon

@rosileeduckie

@duckymcdoorknob

@kanene-yaaay

@kiyachi-tickles

@volleeball-bo

@made-by-jade-222

@veryblushyswitch

@heyoitsgenderconfusion

@rareficsnstuff

@chockfullofsecrets (doesn't write for MHA anymore, but the stuff they have written is wonderful)

Now for specific fics - sorry this is kind of messy, lmk if someone has an idea of how to better format it lol

@ticklishscumbag: Strawberry Milk (kiribaku) / So Intriguing (Todoroki & Bakugou) / Patterned Socks (shindeku)

kiyachi-tickles: At My Mercy (shindeku)

chockfullofsecrets: Bedridden (Midoriya & All Might) / Big Brother, Little Brother (Iida & Sero) / Having Fun (Midnight & All Might) / Underhanded (Aizawa & All Might)

@eleiidayy: Even Now (Midoriya & Iida) / Stop Breaking the Rules! (Iida & Bakugou)

intheticklecloset: Shirtless (kiribaku) / Say Mercy (shindeku) / Some Kind of Way (shindeku) / Get Some Sleep (Midoriya & All Might) / Restless (Midoriya & Iida) / Pizza Party (Shinsou & Ojiro / Villains Don't Giggle (dabihawks) / Ten More Minutes (bakudeku) / Give Up, Kacchan! (Midoriya & Bakugou) / Sensitive Wings (dabihawks)

rareficsnstuff: A Good Mentor (Shinsou & All Might) / Babysitting (Shinsou, Mirio, Eri)

duckmcdoorknob: Can I Offer A Little Help? (Midoriya & Mirio) / Guilty Pleasures (bakudeku) / In the Still of the Night (bakudeku)

made-by-jade-222: Family Fun Night (erasermic, Shinsou & Eri) / Everybody Tickle Dad! (Class 1A & All Might) / Shy Butterfly (miritama) / The Cowardly Lion's Crush (Amajiki x Reader)

inconveniently-placed-cactus: Crush (kiribaku) / Responsibility (Midoriya & Iida) / Smile For Me (bakudeku)

@otomiya-tickles: Red Riot Hour (kiribaku) / Hoodie (dabihawks) / Special Training: Aizawa; All Might

rosileeduckie: Tie Me Up In Knots (kiribaku)

@hereforthefluff: What was that? (shindeku)

@impulsively-made-tickle-blog: A Coin For A Coin (kiribaku)

@spritewrites: laundry day (kiribaku)

This feels like it's barely even scratching the surface, and I'll probably keep adding to it the more fics I think of, but hopefully this will suffice for now! I'm actually glad you asked, because I've been meaning to make a list like this for a while now. And now I have some of my favorite fics in one place :) Enjoy!

[tickly-giggles]

Okay, so can we have lee!Dabi, ler!Hawks with "th3 safeword is tickle." Cuz Hawks knows Dabi can't say it, and he wants a go at his bellybutton!

Anon, you read my mind. The second I made that one of the options, I thought of Dabi being forced to say it~

A/N: Istg, I always put way too much romance in these lol I'm such a hopeless romantic, please forgive me. Also, this doesn't connect to any storyline, this is just fluff <3

Warning: Tickle fic ahead! Also very light bondage

Prompt: "The safe word is 'tickle'."

Characters: Dabi, Hawks

Shipping: DabiHawks, they are together!

Lee: Dabi

Ler: Hawks

Word Count: 1,187

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“Alrighty, ya ready?”

Dabi groaned, face flushed as he experimentally tugged on his binds that held him spread eagle on the bed. He wasn’t tied down very tight, it was only his first time trying bondage, but being unable to protect himself made him far more nervous than he would like to admit. He tried to recall how he even got himself in this situation.

Ah, that’s right. Ever since he and Hawks started dating, he had become a lot more comfortable around him. That included attacking him with tickles at any chance he got. The feeling of superiority that washed over him whenever he tickled Hawks into submission was addictive. He knew he liked it, too, so it wasn’t that big a deal. However, one day, Hawks had expressed his desire to get revenge on his boyfriend. 

“I’m always on the receiving end,” he said,

“I just want a chance to get back at you.”

“Not gonna happen, Feathers,” Dabi chuckled.

Hawks smirked mischievously,

“How ‘bout this then? If you can go a full day without tickling me, I won’t get you back. But if you can’t,”

he took Dabi’s chin in his fingers and pulled him closer,

“Then I get to tie you up and get proper revenge.”

The hot head smirked, not wavering from Hawks’ touch,

“Fine. I’m gonna win, though~.”

He didn’t win. In fact, he lost quite spectacularly.

There were no rules set in place when they shook on the bet, and there was nothing saying Hawks couldn’t provoke his boyfriend. From being a little brat to straight up asking to be tickled, suffice to say Dabi did not last the whole day.

So now, here he was, tied down at his boyfriend’s mercy like promised. He watched Hawks, who had a stupid grin on his face. That same stupid grin that never failed to steal Dabi’s breath. 

He huffed and averted his gaze, tugging on his ropes one more time, before succumbing to his fate with a sigh,

“Yeah, I guess so.”

Hawks beamed and slowly began rolling up his boyfriend’s shirt. Dabi instinctively sucked in his belly, which made Hawks chuckle.

“I haven’t even started yet! You’re so cute~.”

“Shut up, feather brain,” Dabi hissed.

“Ahahalright, alright,” Hawks positioned his wiggling fingers over the villain’s belly,

“By the way, the safe word is ‘tickle’.”

“Wait wha- GAAHAHAHAHAHA!! WAHAHAHAHAIT, NONONO NOT THEHEHEHEHERE!!”

Dabi shrieked and bucked as Hawks immediately went for his death spot. Was he trying to kill him? The bed bounced and shook with his incessant struggling. Hawks laughed, meticulously skittering his fingers along the outer rim of the villain’s belly button, sometimes dipping in to lightly scratch at the skin. What really made Dabi go crazy, however, was when Hawks positioned his fingers on the outer edges of his belly button and squeezed. There wasn’t a lot of healthy skin to work with on his torso but, luckily, he never seemed to get used to the sensations.

“Awww, lookit you! You’re such a ticklish wittle baby, aren’t you~?” Hawks teased, smirking when Dabi’s laughter went up an octave from hearing the T word.

“SHUHUHUHUHUT UHUHUHUP, BIHIHIHIRDIE!!”

Dabi growled through his laughter, frantically tugging on his binds,

“STOHOHOHOHOHOP, GOHOHO SOMEWHERE EHEHEHELSE!!”

“I’m not stopping until I hear the safe word. Which is ‘tickle’, did I mention that already? Tickle tickle tickle~!”

“GOHOHOHOD DAHAHAHAHAMMIT, SHUHUHUT UHUHUHUP!!” Dabi whined and stuck his face in his arm, desperately trying to hide his flushed cheeks and giant smile.

All he had on his mind was revenge. How dare Hawks make the safe word a word he couldn’t even say? He had no choice - if he wanted it to stop, he had to say it. He wasn’t necessarily flustered by it, it just wasn’t a word he felt comfortable saying. Whenever he would say it, it felt like acid on his tongue, and he would feel like he committed some kind of sin. When he heard it in the context of teasing, however, he was absolutely flustered by it. His face erupted in red, his laughter got louder and more hysterical, his squirming doubled in intensity. He couldn’t bear to hear the word while being tickled, let alone say it. He figured he was doomed to be tickle tortured like this forever at this rate.

Suddenly, there was a small reprieve, and Dabi gasped for air. He looked up at Hawks while catching his breath. The winged hero smiled down at him, shimmying down his boyfriend’s legs and repositioning himself a bit.

“You seem like you’re having fun~,” he grinned.

Dabi scoffed, 

“What gives you that idea?”

“Well,” Hawks ran his hands up Dabi’s torso, making him shiver at first, then he relaxed into his boyfriend’s warm touch,

“You haven’t bothered to say the safe word at all. And I’m tickling your worst spot. Are you actually enjoying being at my mercy while I tickle you to pieces~?”

The villain shivered, narrowing his eyes at the cocky bastard he called his partner,

“You know I can’t say it, that’s not fair.”

“And when, my dear Touya, have you ever played fair, hm~?”

Dabi swallowed at the mention of his real name. He huffed and averted his gaze once more, not dignifying Hawks with a response. Another moment of peace passed before there was a sudden intake of breath, and Dabi’s entire tummy erupted in ticklish vibrations.

“GAAAHAHAHAHAA, HAHAHAHAWKS!!” he arched his back, effectively pushing his belly deeper into the raspberries,

“CUHUHUHUT IHIHIHIT OUT, YOU SOHOHOHON OF A BIHIHIHITCH!!”

“Wohohow, you’re weak to raspberries!” Hawks laughed, squeezing along Dabi’s sides,

“I wouldn’t have guessed~!”

He took another deep breath and blew an even bigger raspberry directly on his boyfriend’s belly button, causing him to throw his head back in shrieking hysteria.

“S-STAHAHAHAHAA! PLEHEHEHEHEHE HAHAHAHA!!”

Dabi couldn’t even form full words, he was in such ticklish agony. He thrashed and writhed helplessly, wanting nothing more than to turn these damn ropes to ash.

“You know how to stop this~,” Hawks purred, readying yet another raspberry.

It took about another ten minutes of tickle torture before Dabi could finally muster up the courage to say it. He couldn’t believe how the sensations never died down, he was always just as ticklish as when the sessions began. It was absolute agony, the way his nerves were shocked with such intensity every time Hawks so much as squeezed his tummy. There were days he wished he wasn’t so ticklish.

“OKAHAHAHAY! OKOKOK, T-TIHIHIHAHAHA!! TIHIHIHIHICKLE!! TICKLE TICKLE, I SAHAHAHAID IT, HAHAHAHAPPY?!”

And like that, it all stopped. Dabi coughed and groaned, letting his head fall against the soft pillow beneath him as he regained composure. He heard Hawks chuckle, and he watched him as he started untying the ropes.

“What’s… so funny?” he panted.

Hawks shot his boyfriend a genuine, beaming smile, and Dabi’s heart skipped a beat,

“Hearing your laugh is so therapeutic. I can’t get enough of it. You’re adorable, and I love seeing you smile.”

Dabi didn’t reply. He lay on the bed, patiently waiting for Hawks to finish untying him.

Maybe being this ticklish wasn’t so bad.

[beyondtheticklecloset]

Go Beyond (Fluff Fandom List and Info)

Welcome to my fluff blog! While over on my main I focus on tickling specifically, here I'll be focusing more on all the other fluffy things we can enjoy in life! Cuddles, affection, appreciation, self-care, friendship, soft romance, etc.! Obviously some tickles will be thrown in because I do love tickling, but I love a lot of other simple things, too! You'll also see a lot of random things I like popping up - cute pictures, gifs, music I listen to, maybe even some other writers' fluffy things. I'll figure it out as I go! ^^

See below for information about fluff requests!

Updated: November 26, 2022

Fluffy Bits (Drabbles): CLOSED

Fluff Fics: CLOSED

*Tickle-specific requests should go to my main blog! I'll include tickles here sometimes but not as a primary focus.*

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~~Fluff Stories~~

Here on this blog I'll be sharing a lot of cute, fluffy writings with you! I've already shared a couple that you can check out to get an idea of what to expect, but as a general rule, here are some examples of the topics I'll write about:

Affection

Appreciation

Cheer Up

Comfort

Cuddles

Dancing

Flirting

Playful

Reassurance

Self-Care

Soft Romance

Teasing

Etc.

This list doesn't cover all the topics (that would be a long list!) but it gives you a general idea of the kind of stuff I'm aiming for here. ^^

When requests are open, send in some characters and either a topic or specific situation you'd like to see, and I'll do my best to create a light, fluffy story for you! The turnaround time for drabbles and fics will be different and is yet to be determined, as most of the writing I do is for my main blog, but I'll figure it out and let you know once I have a better idea!

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~~Fandom List~~

*Exactly the same as my main blog. Items in bold are fandoms I'm especially invested in at the moment. Subject to change.*

Big Windup!

Bungo Stray Dogs

Dr. Stone

My Hero Academia

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Characters/Pairings I WILL NOT Write For

*Whether because they make me uncomfortable, I don’t think I can write well for them, or I simply don’t want to, these are the characters I will not write for. Subject to change.*

Big Windup

Haruna

AbeMiha shipping

Bungo Stray Dogs

Fukuzawa, Yosano, Mori, Kajii

My Hero Academia

Some of Class 1-A (Minetta, Shoji, Koda, Sato, Tsuyu), Class 1-B, Kota, LOV (except DabiHawks), Pro Heroes (except All Might, depending on the request)

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Thank you for checking out my second blog! Feel free to pull up a chair and enjoy all the fluffy things while getting to know me a little better personally! I look forward to sharing a whole new type of writing with you! <3

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Caught In The Smoke (My Hero Academia)

Heyo! I wrote this little ol' fic for the wonderful @cupcake-spice13 a while back and- much like the fic from earlier this week- forgot to post it! Hehe, it's been one of those weeks y'all. Anywho- I hope y'all like it! :D

CW: Swearing

Summary: Dabi finds Hawks during a fight for a quick chat. In the process of that, he discovers something quite interesting about the bird man.

Cloud 9 (Taglist Peeps):

@myreygn @thatbigbisexual29 @duckymcdoorknob @baby-tickles2022 @backy-san @nutzgunray-lvt @sarahmaystock5578 @rachi-roo

“No! Nohoohohohohoho, wait plhehehehhehhahhhhse!”

“Aww, can’t take it, birdy?” Dabi’s voice was a low rumble, close enough to his ear so no one else could hear him. “Such a proud hero, taken down by a few flicks of my fingers. Come on birdie, sing me a song~”

~~20 Minutes Earlier~~

“Hawks, MOVE!” Endeavor called out, the only warning the Number 2 hero received before a flaming tin soared their way. With a leap and shout, Hawks was in the air, just narrowly avoiding the explosion that followed. His vision was filled with smoke tinged with blue, choking his lungs and making his eyes water. 

“Shit- Endeavor? Endeavor, where are you?” Hawks yelled, trying to find a beacon of red among the smoke. There was the faint sound of screaming- civilians. He needed to get to them- he needed to help them escape-

“Where are you going, birdy?” A new voice purred from behind. Hawks twisted- finding none other than Dabi standing among the smoke. “Surely you aren’t planning on running away so soon?”

“Miss me already?” Hawks pulled out a sword of feathers, readying the blade. “And here I had the impression you didn’t like me that much.” He shot forward, sliding under a blaze of flames that Dabi released. The sword caught fire almost immediately, burning into a crisp before fading into ash. Alright- no weapons then. We’re doing this barehanded.

“Possibly.” Dabi’s lips pulled into a grin as he evaded Hawk’s various attacks, dodging flying kicks and fists. “Figured since I was in the area I might as well surprise you.”

“You really shouldn’t have.” Hawks ducked down to kick his feet out- but the clog of smoke was thick, and his swipe was too short. “Most people prefer flowers as their surprise- not exploding tins of oil.”

“Good thing we’re not most people.” Dabi grabbed his ankle, yanking once. Hawks slipped, his hands scraping into gravel and cooling tar as the flame-villain dragged him over. “Come here, Birdie. We’ve got quite a bit to talk about.”

“Flattered, but I’d prefer candlelight dinner to this.” Hawks twisted to his belly, readying his wings. A flick of them will send the gust away- giving Endeavor the chance he needed to attack. “Why don’t you ask me on a proper date next time, eh Hot Stuff?”

“Now now- what’s the rush?” Dabi’s hand shot down to Hawk’s wings, pushing down slightly. “Ready to leave so soon-”

“EEH!”

Both of them paused. It suddenly seemed like the chaos around them faded away as they both took in the sound Hawks let out. Dabi blinked, eyes wide. Hawks felt his face burn.

“Oh wow.” Dabi finally spoke, something sly and mischievous in his tone. “What do we have here?”

“N-Nothing!” Hawks yelped trying to wiggle forward, but a knee to his lower back kept him there. “Nothing at all! St-Stay back!”

“Nothing? Then why do you sound so nervous?” Dabi teased softly, his voice close as fingers began slowly walking up Hawks spine, starting at the curve of his hips to the dreaded spot between his shoulder blades; just where the base of his wings sat. “I think you’re hiding something from me birdie; and you know how I get when secrets are brought up.”

“This is hahahrdly the time for that!” Hawks barely held back a giggle when the fingers against his back rested directly between his wings, tapping softly. “Leheheht me up, we chahan talk about it lahahhater!”

“Hm…no. I wanna talk about it now.” Dabi smirked. “Come on, let’s see just how ticklish you really are.”

~~Current Time~~

Endeavor wheezed around the thick fog of smoke, waving it away from his vision as he searched for Hawks. He heard him yell out, he couldn’t be that far. “Hawks! Hawks were are-”

“EEEH!”

The high pitched noise made him freeze, spinning on his heels. That was Hawks for sure- did he get hurt in the explosion? The civilians were escorted out- it had to be him. He charged forward. “HAWKS-”

What he witnessed left him speechless.

“Ahehahahahhaha! Nohoohohohoho! Nohooohohh, sthahahhahaap ihihihihihihit!” Hawks was on the ground, kicking and flailing like a child having a tantrum. Above him sat a figure, his face hidden by the smoke. What wasn’t hidden was his hands, currently massaging the space between the Pro-Hero’s wings like a trained masseuse. “Geheheheheht oohohohoohohff!”

What the actual- Endeavor blinked, shaking his head. Was this person a villain? Were they the cause of all this? And if so…why tickling? Was he trying to get information?

He should run over there- swat away this supposed tickle villain; capture him for interrogation. That’s what a number 1 hero does, right?

And yet…seeing Hawks on the ground laughing so hard, his face red as a beet and cheeks dimpled…it was an oddly wholesome sight. Satisfying even, given how Hawks was constantly finding ways to get under his skin. He hoped the smoke hid his grin as he shook his head; amazed by the sight.

Hawks eyes shot to him, widening some when they met Endeavors. “Yohoohhoohohhou! Nohohoohohho, lohoohohoohohohk aawhhahhahahahhahy!” He cried, face flushing an even deeper shade of red. He tried to hide his face, but this mysterious attacker dug their hands into his armpits, making him arch with a squeal. “ENDHEHEHEHEHVOR HEHEHHEELP!”

Snapping out of his reverie, Endeavor nodded. Right- middle of a fight. He shot his arms out, sending a burst of fire overhead.

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“Shows over. Gotta go, Birdie.” Dabi, watching the smoke start to fade, smirked down at the giggly hero. In a rare show of fondness, he leaned forward, kissing the top of Hawk’s head before climbing off. “Find me later.”

The smoke cleared, leaving Hawks lying across the pavement with the ghost of Dabi’s lips against his hair. He winced when Endeavor’s feet came to view, slowly peeking up at him with a flushed face. “Dohoohhn’t say…a woohohohrd.”

Endeavor, to his credit, stayed silent. Even if his lips were twitching with restrained mirth. Even when he averted his gaze to hide a chuckle with a stern cough. Even as he helped Hawks up to his feet, his hand “accidentally” brushed against his wings, making him jump with a squeak.

“Are you a-alright?” He grunted, taking a short breath. Hawks glared, hoping it would hide his mortification. “Not hurt?”

“Besides my ego? Nah. Though these are gonna sting.” He held up his hands, wincing at the red lashes against his skin. “Is there any way we can leave out…that?”

“I’ll just say you were unconscious due to the smoke.” Endeavor concluded as they made their way back to their randevu point. “On one condition- you stop making dumb jokes about me for the next few weeks.”

“What?...Okay fine.” Hawks gave in, wings tucked firmly against his back. “Hey erm…thanks, Enji.”

“Anytime.”

Thanks for reading!

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Although all my fics are pretty much sfw you’ll find anything even remotely spicy or explicit signalled by an asterisk.

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Hazbin Hotel

A sparkle in the night (Lee!Vox, Ler!Alastor)

Marvel

Spiderman

You can’t run away from yourself Part 1 | Part 2 (Lee!Peter3, Ler!Peter2)

Moon Knight

Prompt: “I’m quite comfortable over here, but thank you.” (Lee!Steven Ler!Marc)

Prompt: “I’d like to see you try.” (Ler!Jake Lee!Marc a bit of Ler!Steven)

Prompt: “Make me.” (Ler!Marc Lee!reader)

Prompt: “Are you - oh my god you are.” (Ler!Layla Lee!Marc)

My Hero Academia

Just let it go Kiribaku (Switch!Bakugou switch!Kirishima)

4 a.m. DabiHawks (Lee!Hawks Ler!Dabi) (*)

Art ✨

I sometimes draw! I’m still not very comfortable sharing my drawings since I find them a bit more personal but I’m looking for validation so if you like them please say so 💖💖

My Hero Academia

Kiribaku

Hazbin Hotel

Vox expressions

Lee!Vox, Ler!Valentino

Lee!Vox

Art from “A sparkle in the night”

Lee!Vox Ler!Alastor (raspberries)

Tickle tropes

Tickle tropes I like

Ler mood

[lesbian-peanut-writer]

Flaming Wings

This one goes out to @ikinabi​ who I wrote this fic for after we spent a decent amount of time talking about an amazing piece of art that we had stumbled across and that sparked our imaginations.

I hope all of you enjoy this my Little Rogues, this amazing piece of art by the wonderful and talented @juniperarts​ is what heavily inspired this fic; helping it to come to life. With the blessing of the artist, this story features their amazing OC called Hato; the adorable love child of DabiHawks.

~Lesbian Peanut

Word count: 4005

“Chirp, Chirp…”

There was nothing more disarmingly adorable and heart-melting than that beautiful sound; that is what normal people would have said about it. Not Dabi though, he was the big bad Villain who had a heart as cold as stone and would never display any signs of affection. He would never admit to a singular soul that those sounds messed with his heart or made him feel weak and vulnerable. He titled his head as he peered down into the swirling golden orbs nestled in the comfort of his lap, eyes that were a sickening reminder of this child’s father. He hated the way the kid would stare up at him as though he were the only thing in existence, it was annoying as all fuck and he wished the kid would knock it off. A crooked grin pulled at the corners of his lips as it spread over his face and moved his hand to trace along the small delicate white feathers of the wings before him. The feathers were soft beneath his touch, silky to his senses as he pinched them between his fingers and he knew how easy it would be for him to burn the pitiful things away.

“What do you want you little shit? Talk properly, I know you can!” Dabi growled as he smirked and flicked his fingers across the tip of the tiny button nose in front of his eyes.

“Daddy, show me again please?”

Dabi was many things but patient was something he was lacking in and unfortunately that meant his tolerance for this child was low to begin with. HIS Child, his son to be precise and it was difficult for him to accept that he even had a kid in this world; after all he was the bad guy! He’d never cared for much else before in his life, especially not other people outside of the League or his own idealisms but this kid had a way of getting under his skin. The arrival of his son hadn’t really changed much of that but now he was left questioning a lot of the things about his life.

“Alright Hato, just remember not to touch it alright?” Dabi warned as he held his hand up above his child’s head, turning it so that his palm was facing towards the ceiling.

“Yes Daddy, I promise.” Hato chirped as he smiled up at him, his little wings flapping excitedly behind him as his eyes grew to be like saucers.

He watched Hato momentarily as he held his hand steady, lowering it to where his son would be able to see before letting a small flame form over the expanse of his palm. It would have been so easy for things to go completely wrong, for his son to end up as nothing more than ash scattered around the room and yet Dabi had never been able to bring himself to do that. Dabi could see how mesmerised his child would become with his flames; he just didn’t understand why he had such a fascination with them. It had been no secret that Hato had taken after his Hero of a Papa, what with those white wings filled with delicate feathers which had a mind of their own at times. Dabi had thought his child would never have to endure his flames, that he would never have to see them so long as Dabi didn’t use them. It was just his luck though, his son happened to have some kind of sickeningly insatiable fascination with his bright blue flames.

Dabi sighed as he dropped his head back, letting it hit the back of the sofa as he closed his eyes and let the tension in his body subside momentarily. It had been four long and tiring years since Hato had broken into his life; literally. A baby hatching from an egg, wasn’t exactly how Dabi had imagined his first child would come into the world but he guesses that’s what he got for deciding to have the birdbrain as a fuckbuddy. He smirked dangerously to himself as he closed his hand, extinguishing the flame as he thought about all the small chances, he’d been able to come and see this little human being he calls son. It only ever happened when he wasn’t busy doing things for the league or when he wasn’t off trying to lay low from other Heroes.

Fwoosh

Chirping and small squawks had Dabi cracking his eyes open as he peered down at his son. The warmth that was enveloping his legs was something he was extraordinarily familiar with; it had a sense of security washing over him. Blue orbs locked with a blue glow and realisation started to sink in for the Villainous man as the smell of something burning started to fill the room. He stared at the small child in awe as he took in the sight of the blue flames extending out from his son’s back, until the moment he saw a feather flitter down from his back as it turned to ash before his eyes.

“HOLY mother…” Dabi yelled as he grabbed Hato in a rush, leaping up from the sofa before racing through the house with the kid.

HE could hardly believe what he was seeing right now, his son’s wins were on fire! Had he actually managed to accidentally catch his son’s wings on fire when he was letting Hato see his flames just now? This was all his fault and boy, was he going to hear about this from the idiot Hero if he found out; he should never have indulged his son with his fascination for his flames. WATER, he needed water and fast! He was not going to be responsible for burning his son’s wings to ash, nor did he want to catch the lip he knew he inevitably would from Keigo. Dabi dashed into the kitchen, slamming the plug down into the sink before beginning to fill the sink with water. He ground his teeth together as he struggled to keep his wriggling son within his grasp, all the while attempting to stop his wings from catching anything else on fire.

“Daddy, fire! Look Daddy…” Hato squealed excitedly as he tried to reach back for his wings and more feathers fell, turning to ash before they could even hit the floor.

“Yeah alright you little shit, I fucking see them but right now I need to put these damn flames out before the fucks burn you!” He stated moments before dipping Hato backwards and submerging his wings into the cold water.

He watched closely as those bright blue flames flickered before being swallowed by the water and vanishing from sight. A deep sigh left his body as Dabi let out a breath he had unknowingly been holding in, his chest heaving as he stared down at his son. It felt as though his heart was going to burst in his chest, its thunderous rhythm drowning out all other sound for him as he tried desperately to process everything that had just happened in regards to his son.

Dabi took a shaky breath, followed closely by a second as he lifted Hato up out of the water and watched as his little white wings spread out behind his body. There were a couple of scorch marks on some of the feathers while others seemed as though they had never been on fire and were untouched. It was hard to miss the feathers that were missing completely but Dabi knew if Hato was anything like the stupid birdbrain; his feathers would definitely grow back eventually. He turned his son around slowly, reaching a hand over for one of the towels hanging on the stove; a means for getting Hato dry.

“Damage control…” He whispered softly as he brushed his fingers over the little feathers attached to his son’s back.

“Daddy, tickles…” Hato giggled as he squirmed about frantically and tried his best to get out of his father’s arms.

“That doesn’t hurt you, little shit?” Dabi questioned as his eyebrows pulled together out of confusion and partial frustration.

He watched as Hato shook his head rapidly and looked over his shoulder at his father, his eyes shining with excitement as they locked with the blue ones above him. “No Daddy, it tickles.”

It didn’t make any damn sense to Dabi, by all rights there should have been burn marks covering the expanse of Hato’s back but there was nothing there; his skin was completely smooth. He moved his fingers, running them over the skin around the base of his son’s wings. There was nothing! Not even a singular hint that there had ever been flames anywhere near that are of his body to begin with.

“Makes no sense…” Dabi muttered as he took the wings into the towel and began to dry Hato’s feathers, dabbing at the feathers rather than rubbing them.

Dabi knew that if this was the doing of his quirk, his son would have been in far worse condition than just a few burnt feathers. A sickening and unsettling feeling sunk into the pit of his stomach as a possibility ran through his head. He frowned, shaking his head as he gently placed his son on the floor before moving to hang the towel back on the stove. He had to work out what the hell had happened and quickly, it wouldn’t be long before Keigo returned home from his shift. Explaining why his son had scorch marks on his wings and was missing feathers, wasn’t going to be something he was looking forward to doing with the Pro Hero.

He heard it before he saw it. That familiar sound of something igniting before inevitably bursting into flames and burning anything, it came into contact with. Dabi whipped around on the spot, his eyes falling to where Hato stood with his head turned as he looked over his shoulder at the bright blue flames behind him. His heart raced as he moved, snatching the fire extinguisher off the wall near the store before turning to aim the nozzle at his son. He watched Hato for a moment as the child stared in awe at his wings and in a split second his son was reaching for those very flames.

“Oi!” Dabi’s hands moved on instinct, pulling the pin before squeezing the trigger on the extinguisher and watching as the white foam sprayed out towards his son.

Hato squealed as the foam drenched his body, his father moving around him in a tight circle as he made sure to coat the full expanse of his son’s wings. Dabi released the trigger on the fire extinguisher, standing behind Hato as he watched for any signs that he might have missed some of the flames. He held a bated breath as the two of them stood there in silence for a moment, neither of them quite sure what exactly to make of what just happened.

“Daddy?” Hato’s soft voice broke into the silence that had filled the room as he cautiously turned on the spot to look up at his father. “Daddy, you ok?”

Dabi blinked as he looked down into the golden orbs hidden amongst the murky mess of the white foam, he had literally just turned his son into a snowman. “Shit… sorry about that kid, let’s go get you cleaned up.” He muttered as he placed the fire extinguisher down on the kitchen floor and picked up his dripping son. “Birdbrain is going to kill me if he sees you like this.”

“Papa? Daddy, is Papa angry with you?” It really didn’t surprise Dabi at this point that his son was aware birdbrain referred to his Papa.

Dabi frowned as he shook his head, his eyes locking with his son’s as he cocked his head to the side and quirked an eyebrow at the kid. “Nah, that idiot isn’t mad at me kiddo. Don’t you worry about him alright? Daddy will make sure to deal with all his bullshit when he gets back home.”

Hato nodded at his father’s words, not fully understanding what he meant by all of them but he knew better than to argue with his father. He smiled as he reached out his hand, placing it gently against Dabi’s cheek as his little wings tried desperately to flap behind him. “Daddy, that was fun. Again?”

“Yeah no, not likely kid and hopefully never again.” Dabi muttered as he walked off through the house, heading towards the bathroom with his son.

Dabi was thorough in washing Hato, submerging most of his body into the bath as he scrubbed furiously at his skin. He was determined not to leave behind any evidence of the foam shit on Hato’s body, the last thing he wanted was for his son to somehow manage to ingest some of it somehow. Once his son was scrubbed to perfection and Dabi was satisfied there was no more foam on him, he was lifted out of the bath and rinsed off under the shower; he just wanted to make sure. He was cautious while drying Hato’s wings, making sure not to apply too much pressure on the individual feathers themselves. It didn’t look as though there was much more damage done to his wings, other than a few missing feathers which he presumed would have turned to ash.

He sighed as he pulled the zipper up along the shirt Hato was wearing, tapping him on the nose before rolling his son off the bed. “Alright, off you go. Stay in the lounge area for now and I’ll be in there shortly you little shit.” Dabi spoke as he watched Hato stand to look over at him.

“Ok Daddy, I’ll wait for you in the lounge.” Hato chirped before turning and sprinting out of the bedroom.

Dabi rubbed at his face with both his palms as he hoisted himself up off the bed, leaving the bedroom and heading for the kitchen. He had to get the house cleaned up before Keigo got home, there was no way he wanted to be interrogated by the Pro Hero. He was quick to mop up the floor, scrubbing down the cupboards and throwing Hato’s soiled clothes into the wash. By the time Dabi was completely done with the entire clean-up process, he was knackered and all he wanted to do was get some coffee before going for a nap.

He leaned back against the kitchen counter; his steaming cup of coffee clasped tight in his hands as he stared up at the ceiling in thought. He had thought he had gotten lucky when Hato had his wings develop as a baby, he thought it had meant his flames wouldn’t be seen in his child; he was dead wrong though. Dabi would have been content with his son just having Keigo’s quirk, it would have meant his difficult and annoying flames would have died with him. He shuddered as he straightened up, if Hato had his quirk as well as Keigo’s then he would have to teach his child how to use it properly and be prepared to do damage control at all times.

“Daddy!” Dabi’s head whipped to the right instantly at the sound of Hato’s excited call for him. He watched as his son skidded around the corner of the kitchen, almost slipping in his haste as he made his way over to his father. “Daddy, can I show you something?”

Dabi blinked as he pushed off the counter and nodded towards his son. “Sure, I don’t see why you wouldn’t be able to.”

Hato giggled as he fluttered his wings and clapped his hands together excitedly, his eyes never leaving Dabi’s face. “Yay! Watch Daddy, they go fwoom!” Hato squealed excitedly as he extended his wings out full behind him.

“Fwoom?” Dabi queried as his eyebrows pulled together in confusion.

“Fwoom!”

Dabi’s eyes went wide as blue flames erupted from behind Hato’s small body, encasing his wings as they crawled their way along each of the feathers. His jaw dropped as his body went numb, his mind blank as he just stood there staring at Hato’s now flaming wings. He cursed as the coffee cup slipped from his hands, smashing against the floor and pulling him from his trance. He closed the distance between Hato and himself, lifting his child high above his head as he grinned up at him like a fool.

“You’ve got two quirks now you little shit.” He exclaimed as he spun on the spot with Hato, the child squealing at the sensation of being up in the air so high. “Or maybe it’s just one quirk…” Dabi muttered as he stopped spinning and pulled Hato in close to his body, looking at the slamming wings behind him.

Hato’s pure white feathers looked as though they were swimming in the blue flames, the vibrant blue a stark contrast against the pure white. Dabi watched as Hato flapped his wings happily, the blue flames fluttering from the movement but refusing to be put out. He was curious to know how this quirk worked; the flames didn’t appear to be hurting Hato in any way but Dabi could feel the heat coming from that dangerous fire. He frowned as he moved his hand up behind Hato’s back, inching towards the base of his wings as he tried to figure things out. It didn’t feel as though the flames were touching his back in any way, they were simply sticking to the feathers and covering them with their intense heat.

“Interesting…” Dabi muttered as he gripped Hato under his arms and held him out away from his body.

“Not what I’d fucking call it! Care to tell me why my son’s fucking wings are on fire!”

Dabi’s body went rigid as that agitated voice reached his ears, his heart thundering to life in his chest as a million ways of dying suddenly crossed his mind. He turned his head anxiously to the left, his eyes wide as they locked with those swirling golden orbs standing across the kitchen. Keigo was home and if looks could kill, Dabi was certain he would have been dead several times over.

“Papa!” Hato screamed, chirping over to Keigo as he flapped his wings about rapidly and attempted to get out of Dabi’s grasp.

“Dabi… You extinguish those flames this very instance or so help me, I will bury your burnt ass!” Keigo threatened as his eyes narrowed dangerously, his attention held by the flames covering his son’s beautiful wings.

“Wait, these aren’t my damn flames birdbrain!” Dabi shot back as he pulled Hato back in close to his chest and flicked his eyes down to the burning wings before him. “I’ve already put these damn flames out twice now and one of them was with the damn fire extinguisher.”

Keigo blinked as he listened to Dabi, his eyes flicking down to where said fire extinguisher was sitting in the middle of the kitchen floor. “You’re trying to tell me these are Hato’s flames then?” He asked tentatively as he stepped in closer to the two in front of him.

“Yeah, little shit might have given me a fucking heart attack when it first happened.” Dabi grumbled in response to birdbrain’s question. “It doesn’t look like the flames are actually hurting him in any way but his feathers don’t seem to be able to keep up with the extreme heat. They’ll grow back, right?” He flicked his eyes up to Keigo as his hand came to rest against Hato’s head.

“They should, I mean if he’s anything like me then his feathers should grow back eventually.” Keigo explained as he looked down into Hato’s eyes before flicking his own to the bright blue flames. “I see he has lost a few of his feathers already…” He whispered, frowning as he ground his teeth together out of agitation at the sight of the flames against his son’s wings.

“Yeah, well I tried to make sure the little shit didn’t lose too many of them.” Dabi confessed as he cocked his head towards Keigo, he hadn’t missed the way the other man’s jaw had clenched together at the sight of the brat’s wings being on fire. “Just ask the brat if he can make his flames go away or not.”

“You should have done that in the first place, idiot.” Keigo shot as he pulled Hato out of Dabi’s arms and held his son close to his chest. “Baby, are you able to stop your flames for a bit?”

Hato frowned slightly as he looked up into his Papa’s eyes before looking back at his wings and closed his eyes as he tried desperately to focus on what he wanted. His parents watched with bated breath as their son’s face screwed up in concentration, the flames covering his wings starting to quiver before faltering completely. Keigo was the first to let his breath out before pulling Hato up higher on his chest and snuggling in close to his son.

“Gave me a damn heart attack kid.” He whispered before kissing Hato’s temple and chirping at him.

Dabi stood there for a few moments, listening to the two of them chirp at one another as they tried to comfort the other. He still didn’t understand how the two of them were capable of understanding what the hell it was they were saying to one another, all he knew was that it was stupidly sort of cute. He shook his head as he moved about the kitchen, picking up his jacket and pulling it on as he flicked his eyes over to the other two occupants of the room.

“Fucking stupid…” He muttered as a crooked smirk spread over his features.

Keigo blinked as he looked up from Hato, his eyes narrowing dangerously as he stared over at Dabi and tilted his head to the left. “Something you’d like to say there, bacon boy?”

Dabi grit his teeth as he turned to face Keigo completely, his eyes narrowing as little flames licked at the skin along his palms. “Call me that again birdbrain, I’ll be sure to incinerate your ass where you stand.”

“Not in front of my son you won’t be, besides try that now and you’ll end up hurting Hato.” Keigo countered as he nuzzled at Hato’s hair and moved one of his wings to wrap it around the two of them. “I’d suggest you shut up right about now and get out. I’m home now and I’m sure you have other things to be doing.” He shot back as he glared down the other man.

Dabi hummed in response to Keigo’s words, moving across the kitchen before picking up the pieces of his broken coffee cup and throwing them in the bin. Keigo watched as Dabi made himself busy with cleaning up the mess he had made on the floor, thankful the puddle of coffee hadn’t been left for him to deal with.

“You know, there is one thing that I think will be inevitable.” He muttered as he finished cleaning the floor.

“Oh, and what exactly would that be?” Keigo queried as he watched the Villain throw the dirty cloth into the sink.

Dabi smirked as he lifted his head and turned to look over at the Pro Hero, a shit-eating grin on his face as his eyes practically glowed. “He’ll be plenty powerful when he grows up in the future, if you don’t raise him right that power could end up on my side and you’d have helped create a Villain.”

“You’re right, he will be plenty powerful and Hato is going to be one of the best Heroes you’ve ever seen.” Keigo stated proudly as he smirked over at Dabi, watching as he shook his head and moved to leave the house. Keigo wouldn’t allow his son to follow in the footsteps of his Daddy, or his for that matter.