#dabihawksweek

[batcalledkat]

'Mythology' day of DabiHawks week

Perfect reason to make a sequel for this one 💜

And a bonus doodle, because it is my b-day today, and I'm allowed to indulge 😊

[veg-hotwings]

HAPPY DABIHAWKS WEEK!

Day 1: Cyberpunk

collab piece with @poisonkkay 🫶🏻, based on their DabiHawks cyberpunk AU "Never Fade Away" comic (ch.5 is out today!)

[sparkles-and-trash]

Little redraw for day 2 of @dabihawksweeks Mythology ~

Fae Keigo and Phoenix Touya 🧚🏻🐦‍🔥

Touya’s hair is red when he comes out of the ashes, and turns whiter the closer he is to burning up, which depends on his fire use, while Keigo is just ✨ pretty ✨

[alyko-animations]

💙🔥🦅 DabiHwkasWee23: Bodyswap...

[thesakuragarnet]

fixation, psychosis, or a secret third thing (love)

Summary: Dabi used to feel so much, but, ever since his accident, he hasn’t felt a damn thing. Not genuinely anyway. Not physically. His nerves are fried. His organs barely work. It’ll be a miracle if Hawks will be able to make him feel anything…

OR

Dabi ends up falling for a hero…Hawks ends up regretting everything.

DabiHawksWeek 2024: Prompt Seven: Songfic

Inspired by: Far Too Young To Die by Panic! At The Disco

THIS WORK IS 18+ ONLY! TAGS BENEATH THE KEEP READING SECTION

Word Count: 5,647 words

AO3 link

Tags: DabiHawks, songfic, angst, smvt, Dabi-typical body h0rror, vom!ting, a little big of canon divergence, doomed relationship, DabiHawksWeek2024, DHWeekNSFW24, swearing, s3xual content, bratty b0ttom Dabi, top Hawks, making out, a n a l f!ngering, gay s3x, a n a l s3x, Dabi cries blood, identity reveal on a first name basis, implied past prostitution, Dabi can't feel pain (or anything on the outside but the inside is fair game), Hawks is a master manipulator but it's not his fault bc the HPSC brainwashed him, Dabi has his manga body type, seduction, trust issues, accidental branding

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Dabi stands at the harbor under the moonlight, pressing the pads of his fingers into the scars under his eyelids, blood wetting his fingertips as he tries to stop the bleeding. There are a handful of reasons why he’s crying…well…as much as Dabi is able to cry. Whenever he gets worked up, blood simply leaks from his fucked up tear ducts, threatening to burst the staples and welling up into his eyes until all he can see is crimson. It should be painful…but Dabi hasn’t felt anything in years. Dabi used to feel so much, but, ever since his accident, he hasn’t felt a damn thing. Not genuinely anyway. Not physically. His nerves are fried. His organs barely work. The only thing that still seems to be unwavering is his mind and his heart, ironically, considering the world believes him to be an insane, unfeeling killer. Admittedly, he does believe he’s gone insane, plagued with nightmares of his victim’s families…of what might’ve happened if he stayed in that hospital when he woke up from a coma…of what happened on the mountain that fateful night. Dabi barely slept at all anymore, scared of what might be waiting for him when he slipped into unconsciousness. It was only when his body forcibly shut down…or when he felt himself forcibly shutting down that he would sleep…if you could even call it sleeping. Lately though, his nightmares have changed. Lately, they’ve been filled with a certain pair of red wings…and they might not even be classified as nightmares anymore.

Dabi was, laughably, down bad for quite possibly the first time ever in his life. This meeting in particular had proved it. The rush he got from Hawks pulling the feather blade on him…pressing it neatly against his throat in a way that made Dabi’s skin crawl deliciously. It was a miracle he had kept his cool at all, simply putting up the uncaring front he’d crafted over the years. He found his mask slipping ever so slightly, the flirtatious tone in his voice painfully apparent when he nonchalantly pushed away the sword. He could see it in Hawks’ eyes…something wavered. That airtight hero persona flickered into nothingness for less than a moment. Was it reciprocation? Disgust? Confusion? Dabi didn’t know. He’d learned to not use the word hope anymore, so he couldn’t decide exactly what he thought about it. 

It’s part of the reason why he’s crying. It’s that he feels like…if it is…if it is that word he refuses to think…then he doesn’t deserve it. Besides, what if Hawks really is a scummy double agent, and it would all be for nothing. His paranoia pounds against his skull, wrestling intimately with his heart. Why would Hawks ever be interested in him ? His face looks disgusting. There’s the threat that he’ll burst into flames and kill them both if he gets too worked up. He doesn’t even have any education past middle school. Hawks, on the other hand, has been trained by the Commission for roughly seventy percent of his life up to this point, getting the best education, the best clothes, the best doctors…the best…everything. Dabi hasn’t had a proper checkup in…who knows how long. He knew he was clean and that was enough. The only doctor he could really go to was Ujiko…and he’d rather just die than ask him for anything…not after what he almost did. 

Truly…he feels pathetic. He’s never been good enough for anyone…not for his family…not for himself…not for this rotten society…why would he be good enough for Hawks? Why should he allow any sort of delusion into his life when he’d been carefully constructing his revenge? Why should he leave any room for Hawks to throw a wrench into his plans? 

The cold air whips through Dabi’s inky black hair, and he squints up at the constellations, unable to make anything out through his shitty vision. He takes a deep breath before pulling the microphone in the collar of his jacket up to his mouth.

“Ready, Ujiko,” Dabi sighs, the revolting sensation of black muck pooling in his stomach and surging up his throat. Dabi lurches, the dark ooze pouring out of his mouth and surrounding him. For a few seconds, he’s suffocating, until the murkiness clears and he’s standing in the doctor’s laboratory. 

…

…

Dabi’s alone, sitting on the couch of the League’s temporary hideaway, staring at the ceiling, wishing that a certain Pro Hero was sitting on it with him. He can’t get their warehouse interaction out of his head. Was Hawks really so ignorant as to think that Dabi’s incapable of thinking long-term? That’s been his whole shtick ever since he’d been living on the streets, biding his time and contemplating his vengeance. Hawks was supposed to be one of the top heroes in the nation, just a few points shy of…that��thing . Perhaps Dabi really had succeeded with his plan, covering up his emotionally reactive nature with a cold and callous facade. 

BZZT! BZZT!

The burner phone on the table vibrates. Only one person has the number to that phone. A sly smirk spreads across Dabi’s face as he grabs it, accepting the call and holding it to his scarred ear. 

“Crawling back to me so soon?” Dabi sneers, prompting an irritated snort from Hawks on the other end of the phone.

“Just wanted confirmation that you’re not gonna pull a little stunt on me again,” The hero’s voice is low and laced with annoyance; it fills Dabi’s veins with a sick thrill. 

“Live and learn, hero . You never could control me. There was never a point. You’re the one that still needs to prove yourself,” Dabi trills flirtatiously into the phone, the tension so thin you could cut it with a butter knife. “But…what happened the other day was…unfortunate.”

“I understand that plans change…I just would’ve liked a little heads up,” Hawks sighs, but his sudden change in tone sets off Dabi’s paranoia.

“You can’t trace this call,” He spits into the phone, his voice taking on a malicious edge, and Hawks clicks his tongue.

“I’m not…just…waiting to see what your next task for me is. I’m too fast for my own good. You know the slogan. Wanna be on top of this.”

“What, so you can betray me faster?” Dabi snaps. 

The silence is chilling. 

“I want you to trust me, Dabi. I’m genuinely interested. If you’ve done your research you know those bastards got their claws into me early. I started my first agency at eighteen. I could’ve been a normal kid with a normal life. Record-breaking is nice…but it would be nicer to be free.”

“That’s what I’m here for…to complicate and corrupt your little bird brain,” Dabi sneers, still struggling to buy Hawks’ words…but part of him desperately wants to. Hawks could just be whispering sweet nothings to placate him…but…what if… Dabi takes a deep breath. One final task to truly prove himself…Hawks has to take a life for Dabi. 

“I’ve got a job for you alright.”

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The only thing running through Dabi’s mind when he walks off the stage in the basement of the Gunga Mountain Villa is that he wonders if Hawks showed up. Hawks successfully slaughtering Best Jeanist was the hottest thing anyone’s ever done for him…and, if he didn’t think he was attracted to Hawks before, he sure as hell was sure of it now.

The PLF members part, giving Dabi a wide berth as he strides through the crowd, eyeing him warily like he’s a bomb waiting to go off. To be fair, he killed a number of their comrades…but they fucking deserved it. It was kill or be killed…and he just happened to be better at killing. Embarrassingly, Dabi’s eyes light up when he spots a familiar pair of crimson wings through the sea of anarchists. 

‘You’re too attached…’ Dabi’s thoughts degrade himself for allowing his emotions to slip through the cracks. Hawks is schmoozing with a woman…probably a fan with the way she’s acting all giddy. Something in the back of Dabi’s mind tells him to char her where she stands, but he swallows it down. He doesn’t need anyone else to catch on to his thing with Hawks…whatever the thing was…fleeting touches…light flirting…staring a little too long at one another…yet, neither of them had made a real move. 

“You look happy, number two, up to somethin’?” Dabi raises his eyebrow as he approaches the Pro Hero. 

“Nah, man. I was just waitin’ for you,” Hawks chuckles with a bright smile, and Dabi would be lying if he said he wouldn’t burn a thousand innocents to see that stupid smile for the rest of his days. 

“You know…I wasn’t even sure you were gonna show,” Dabi mutters as they make their way through the crowd. Hawks is walking close enough to Dabi that their hands slightly brush against one another, but Dabi barely even registers it. 

“Of course I’d show up for you ,” Hawks smirks, batting his eyelashes enough for Dabi to notice, regrettably making his heart skip a beat. 

“Don’t flatter me,” Dabi mutters tersely as they reach the doors leading to the exit corridor. 

“C’mon, Dabs. You think I haven’t noticed the way you look at me?” Hawks whispers, just loud enough for Dabi to hear. “Why don’t we move this conversation to your bedroom?”

Dabi nearly chokes on his own spit, completely caught off guard by Hawks’ forwardness as he stops in his tracks. Sure, Hawks could just be seducing him for intel, but goddamnit if Dabi didn’t want him on top of him right now. Even if he couldn’t physically feel anything…Dabi at least wanted him to try . If he would just try, then it would be enough. It would be more than anyone else had ever done for him. He feels pathetic…pathetic for even letting these types of thoughts enter his brain…pathetic for romanticizing the idea… He’s supposed to be focused on one goal and one goal alone. Hawks isn’t a part of his plan…but…maybe…

“Hello? Dabi?” Hawks chuckles, waving his hand in front of the villain’s face. Dabi blinks, mouth dry and throat scratchy, zoning back into the world. 

“Why?” The word falls from Dabi’s lips, full of confusion and apprehension. Why would Hawks want him if it wasn’t for intel? His body…he hasn’t… Dabi swallows, painfully aware of his own breathing pattern as memories come fluttering back to the front of his brain…memories that he’d pushed down. Before the league…after he woke up…living on the street…what he had to do just to get enough money for food… Sex with Hawks didn’t seem like it would mirror those memories though… Sex with Hawks sounded gentle… It sounded like he wouldn’t be treated like a toy. It sounded like Hawks would take care of him…and…isn’t that really one of the things that he’s always wanted? To be taken care of? For someone to look at him? For someone to make him feel like he’s worth it?

“Because you’ve got a thing for me…and I’ve got a thing for you? Unless I’ve misunderstood something. Thought most of your talk was flirty…even if it was on the meaner side. Why don’t we celebrate your promotion, lieutenant ,” Hawks shrugs with a cheeky smile, and Dabi doesn’t know what to think. Surely, he’s not that easy to read. No one else has managed to see through him…until now. Was he really even trying to hide it? Was he really staring that much? He’d be an idiot not to take this chance. It’s not like anyone else will ever want to be with him anyway…hell…Hawks might change his mind, too. Dabi looks around, making sure that they’re not being watched before grabbing Hawks’ wrist and pulling him behind a pillar.  

“Hawks…I need you to know something…if…if we’re really gonna do this,” Dabi mutters, trying to piece together his thoughts appropriately. 

“Hm?” Hawks hums, raising an eyebrow, waiting for Dabi to continue. 

Dabi speaks incredibly vaguely, omitting names and locations and time frames, giving an extremely watered-down version of the state of his body and why. He also explains that it’ll be a miracle if Hawks will be able to make him feel anything at all...that his inability to feel physical pain also translated to an inability to feel physical pleasure. He hates the look in the hero’s eyes…he doesn’t want pity…but…there’s also clear determination in his gaze.

Before Dabi can open his mouth, Hawks is kissing him. 

It’s such a strange sensation. He can’t feel the kiss…not really . Not the soft, tender kiss that Hawks gently presses to his lips. He can’t feel the hand that’s cupping the side of his face, just a ghost of a sensation that might’ve happened. Dabi’s eyelids flutter closed, and he attempts to kiss Hawks back, moving his lips in a way that he thinks is right…still…he practically feels nothing physically. That is…until Hawks licks deliberately into his mouth. Hawks’ warm tongue meets Dabi’s hot one, and…he can feel it; the villain eagerly jabs his tongue, sliding against Hawks’ and going further into his mouth. Hawks nearly yelps when Dabi starts practically tongue-fucking his mouth, the stitches in his tongue brushing against Hawks’ lip as Dabi traces his molars. Hawks groans…a sound that Dabi immediately becomes addicted to, and Dabi wraps his arms around the hero, grasping at the back of his jacket and pulling him close.

Finally, they both come up for air. 

“Fuck, your tongue’s long,” Hawks snickers, wiping the spit from his lips with the back of his gloved hand, and Dabi swears he feels blood rushing to his cheeks and his groin. Despite his fears, Hawks has at least turned him on…which is a start. He wants more …more of this animalistic sensation that he’s gone his whole life without. He wants the electricity of mutual worship and raw pleasure. 

“Let’s get outta here, birdie.”

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…

Dabi didn’t care who saw them. Not anymore. He practically dragged Hawks up staircase after staircase, through the halls of villa, eventually through his door before slamming and locking it behind them. 

“Gotta ask. You clean?” Hawks clears his throat as he slips out of his jacket, draping it over the chair at Dabi’s desk. 

“Yeah…you?” Dabi mutters uncomfortably, thankful that he was able to speak truthfully. He follows Hawks’ lead, letting the conductor cuffs of his jacket fall to the floor.

“Course I’m clean. HPSC regulations,” Hawks replies curtly, and, then, he’s all over the villain once again. 

This time, it’s Dabi who moans, wanton and needy as his tongue massages Hawks’, and the two manage to sloppily kick off their shoes as the hero walks the villain backward until they’re both falling onto his bed. Dabi’s fingers run through Hawks’ hair, pulling him as close as humanly possible as Hawks’ hands grip the scars on his shoulders. 

“Lube?” Hawks murmurs breathlessly between kisses.

“Nightstand drawer,” Dabi answers into Hawks’ open mouth, tongues intertwining. Dabi feels the faint wind from Hawks’ feathers, hearing the opening and closing of a drawer in the darkness. 

Dabi sharply inhales when he feels Hawks’ hands at the hem of his shirt. How is Hawks going to react to his patchworked body of skin that doesn’t even belong to him? I mean…yeah, he’s seen his arms…but…the rest of him? Dabi certainly didn’t have Hawks’ body…with all his curves of muscle that Dabi had seen in a swimsuit magazine once. Dabi hated how he looked…he hated seeing himself in the mirror…a modern-day Frankenstein, only recently having enough to eat to put some weight on his formerly skeletal frame. By comparison, Hawks was a Greek god…though compared to anyone , that metaphor would still suffice. He’s so lost in his thoughts that he never noticed Hawks freeze when Dabi flinched. 

“If you’re not comfortable we can stop,” Hawks murmurs reassuringly, letting the pulled fabric fall back on Dabi’s pale lower stomach. The sentence almost makes Dabi sob, the gentleness in Hawks’ voice…it’s almost too much. Dabi isn’t used to anyone being gentle with him. 

“I want this,” Dabi rasps, the dull throbbing under his eyes starting up again, blood threatening to seep through.

Hawks smiles, eyes sultry and seductive. Tenderly, he lifts up Dabi’s shirt, mindful of the staples, avoiding snagging; when the last of it lifts off of Dabi’s head, a few feathers send it over to the chair with Hawks’ jacket. Dabi holds his breath, waiting for Hawks to comment about his body…waiting for his lips to curl and his nose to wrinkle and for him to walk away and pretend this never happened.

Instead, Hawks’ fingertips carefully trace over Dabi’s scars that run between his pecs and stomach, like he’s memorizing a map. 

“You’re beautiful,” The hero whispers, and the muscle beating in Dabi’s chest twists. Dabi reaches around Hawks’ neck, unclasping the button above his wings that holds his top on. Hawks grins before stepping off the bed to unhook his belt and pull off his pants, which is when Dabi realizes that his top has been a leotard this whole time. In his aroused state, he fumbles with his own belt to get his pants and boxers off, and, when he’s finally successful, Hawks is on top of him again. The Pro doesn’t even bat an eye at the obvious skin grafts or the healed stitches on his dick that didn’t need staples…he doesn’t make fun of him when he sees the scars that border stretch marks on his thighs and lead down to his ankles. Hawks’ gaze is full of devotion…full of emotions and words that Dabi doesn’t think he deserves. And yet…here they are…vulnerable…skin-to-skin. Hawks mouths at Dabi’s neck, sinking his teeth hard enough into his skin for Dabi to be aware of it, and the whimper that bursts from his throat is more than embarrassing. Dabi’s face flushes, unable to fully grasp the heat of Hawks’ body pressed against him…unable to sense the way his hands dance up and down his sides…or the way his lips caress the scars. Dabi’s too focused on their staggered breaths to hear the subtle squeeze of lube on Hawks’ fingers.

The moment Hawks slips a finger inside him, Dabi’s putty in his hands, moaning and groaning like a bitch in heat as he flexes against the slow roll of Hawks’ knuckle, trying to get more friction. His insides…there’s sensation there…an overwhelming amount compared to his outsides. He’s inconsolable, mouth agape, blood threatening to spill beneath his eyes as he tries not to cry from the pleasure. He didn’t know sex could feel this good…and fuck did he feel good. It felt personal…it had meaning …things that Dabi desperately craved. 

“You’re so gorgeous like this, Dabi,” Hawks croons, lube dripping from the villain’s hole as the hero continues to pump his finger in and out. The response is only a weak groan that’s halfway between a gasp and a sob as Dabi’s arms grab at Hawks’ neck, pulling him down for a filthy kiss. Hawks’ eyelids flutter shut as he obliges to Dabi’s greedy gesture, slipping his tongue into the villain’s mouth, tracing his scarred bottom lip. Dabi, out of practice and overwhelmed, practically sticks his tongue down Hawks’ throat, whimpering and silently pleading for more. He wanted to feel more. It was heaven to finally feel …and for the sensations to be ecstasy. 

“You want another one?” Hawks whispers, voice sweeter than nectar, and Dabi nods, wincing as the hero coaxes a second finger inside. The stretch is foreign, mildly uncomfortable, but Dabi’s so used to being numb that he doesn’t care. Hawks delicately curls his fingers, the rhythmic motion making heat coil in the pit of Dabi’s stomach…heat that is far different from the fire he’s used to. Dabi cries out as his muscles relax, allowing another finger to disappear inside him. To Dabi, hours have passed, maybe even days, time no longer has any meaning as his tongue swirls around Hawks’, sucking on his bottom lip as their heated breaths fill the night air. Hawks whispers soft praises between slutty lip locks, comforting Dabi all the while until the pain resolves and pleasure pulses through the villain. Hawks takes note of how much the muscle gives and decides to carefully pull his fingers out, leaving Dabi practically writhing beneath him, half-hard for the first time in who knows how long. 

Hawks’ eyes flutter shut, head tilting back and giving Dabi a full view of his pulsing jugular as he smooths lube over his erection. Feathers gently spread Dabi’s legs, pushing them up so Hawks can get a perfect view of his hole as he prepares to slip inside.

“Wait,” Dabi blurts, heart pounding and blood roaring in his ears. 

“Having second thoughts?” Hawks raises his eyebrow.

“Touya.” The name leaves Dabi’s lips before he can take it back. It’s too late. 

Hawks cocks his head, confused. Dabi can’t turn back now. 

“My name…My real name. It’s Touya. You can…you can call me Touya,” Dabi reveals, his voice quivering. 

The corners of Hawks’ eyes…usually so sharp, focused, and calculated, seem to soften. 

“Mine’s Keigo.” Too late for Hawks to take back the secret that the Commission would severely punish him for leaking. It felt…right. It felt right to finally speak it aloud…and it felt right to exchange this secret with Dabi…sanity be damned. 

“Keigo…that’s cute,” Touya smiles, relief washing over him. They’ve both shared something intrinsic. Something precious. It makes Touya feel…safe. He can’t remember the last time he actually felt safe. 

Breath hisses through Touya’s gritted teeth as Keigo’s tip slowly stretches him open, pain mixing with undeniable pleasure. 

“Fuck,” Touya whines, hating how stupid his voice must sound all twisted and submissive, but Keigo is intoxicated by it. Inch by inch, Keigo pushes inside, punching the air from Touya’s lungs until they’re skin-to-skin.

“Just breathe,” Keigo mutters reassuringly, letting the villain’s body get accustomed. Touya feels so… full . That’s the best way he can describe it. He feels…grounded…which is saying a lot considering most days he feels like a vengeful spirit floating through purgatory. At the same time, Keigo tries not to swoon at how hot Dabi’s insides feel wrapped around his cock.

Dabi’s dick twitches, his chest rising and falling, mind numb and yet so alive all at once. His brain is fuzzy, drowning in pleasure as he swallows hard, taking in all of the new ethereal sensations floating through his body, feeling the pain ebb.

“I’m ready,” He rasps, saliva pooling in his mouth as Keigo’s hips rock, and Touya winces at the friction. 

“Easy, baby,” Keigo purrs, and Touya’s brain melts at the pet name. 

“ Keigo ,” He moans his name without thinking, and the hero almost disintegrates from the raw emotions that surge through his body upon hearing that word spoken in that voice. 

“Oh, Touya, ” Keigo groans, his tone mimicking the villain’s as he carefully digs his fingers into Touya’s unscarred hips as he grinds, watching his cock vanish and reappear over and over and over again. His golden eyes lift up, meeting Touya’s glittering turquoise, and, frankly, he thinks Touya looks angelic right now, blissed out with flushed cheeks, sweaty and uncoordinated and…gorgeous. 

Hawks fully assumed this approach to Dabi would end in senseless fucking…chasing pleasure selfishly…but he was eighty-five percent sure they were genuinely making love right now. Dabi desperately grabs for Hawks, fingers finding purchase and sinking fingernails into his thick biceps.

“Can we ~ fuck~ can we kiss - ah- please?” Touya’s broken voice practically begs, and he can’t believe he’s fucking resorted to begging but if he doesn’t taste Hawks’ tongue soon he might just explode. The request makes Hawks’ heart flip in his chest…he’s never reached this level of intimacy with anyone before…and it’s with Dabi of all people? Keigo dips down, never once breaking his sensual rhythm of rolling his hips as his lips meet the villain’s. 

Touya gasps into the kiss, hands reaching up to tangle in Hawks’ blonde locks, holding him so he can’t break free. Touya’s inhumanly long tongue slithers into Hawks’ mouth, tracing his soft palate and massaging his tongue before he pulls away with a cry as Hawks changes the angle. Keigo delicately touches Touya’s prostate with his tip, and Touya’s thighs shake feebly. 

“You feel so good , Touya,” Keigo huffs, face inches away from the villain. They lock eyes once again, the eye contact stabbing through their souls. The praise goes right to Touya’s cock, which would be painfully hard if Touya could even feel it. His insides feel like they’re on fire with desire…ecstasy boiling in his veins like a raging inferno. He didn’t know these types of sensations could even exist…especially for him. He grabs onto Keigo, palms splaying in the space between his wings, fingernails scratching red lines against Hawks’ back. The heat coils in the pit of his stomach…and then…Touya feels his emotions feed into his Quirk. 

“Not safe…gonna… hah~ah! Oh fuck, I’m gonna burn you!” Touya warns, red blurring his vision as he feels the flames prickling beneath his skin. 

In Hawks’ mind, he has to let him do it. If he wants Dabi to trust him, he has to let him do it. His Achilles’ heel…this is quite possibly the most dangerous thing he’s ever done. He’s going to risk his wings catching on fire…all to ease the process of getting as much intel as possible. After this, he doubts Dabi will let him out of his sight much. Not that Hawks wasn’t enjoying this. Dabi was attractive…to Hawks at least. Even if the majority of it was for show, Hawks was into Dabi…at least a little bit. Enough for him to feel like he's fucking with feelings involved...enough for him to tell him his first name. 

“It’s fine,” Hawks chokes out, his languid thrusts rhythmically slamming into Dabi. 

“Don’t wanna hurt you,” Touya sobs into his ear, and he can’t even believe those words are coming out of his mouth after everything he’s done. He can’t fathom the fact that he doesn’t want to hurt Hawks. The hero blinks, abruptly taken aback; if anything, he’d assumed Dabi was a sadist. 

“It’s okay,” Keigo grunts, and that’s all Dabi needs to hear before he’s uncontrollably “crying”, rivers of red pouring from his lower eyelids and out from underneath the scars in his eyes. The smell of blood catches Hawks off guard, but Dabi had warned him about this…about the state of his body. 

Touya completely loses his composure when he comes, hips stuttering, legs clamping tightly against Hawks’ waist, palms igniting in searing heat in the space between Keigo’s wings. Dabi gasps, trying his best to turn the heat down and quiet his Quirk, more bloody tears streaking down his face when he hears Keigo stifling anguished curses. 

Keigo keeps going, fucking Touya through his orgasm, pulling moan after moan from Touya’s throat until the climax shoots lightning down his spine and into the villain. 

The fire stops...the sound of sizzling skin fills the air. 

When Hawks pulls out, the emptiness almost throws Touya into a pit of despair, and blood seeps out of his eyes for the millionth time that night. He shudders, feeling like that lost little kid on the streets again…alone. Almost immediately, Hawks' wings come cascading over the two of them, encasing Dabi in a crimson cocoon…safe…and intimate. His heart stills…the memories drift away…his mind settles. The sudden calm he’s experiencing…merely at his touch…There’s no other possible explanation. Dabi’s in love…with a hero . 

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Four months later, Keigo Takami finds himself unable to sleep. Ironically, he’d been sleeping in Dabi’s bed just fine, vulnerable next to one of Japan’s most wanted. It felt…wrong. What he is doing is wrong. He knows it in his heart and his gut…but…he can’t turn back now. Killing Twice is going to be the second hardest thing Keigo will ever have to do…the first will be betraying Dabi’s trust. Trust that was so painstakingly hard to earn…trust that Dabi probably would never have in anyone else again…and it would be all Keigo’s fault. 

His duty is more important than such trivial things like feelings…that’s what the HPSC has taught him. But…a part of him…a part of him has grown soft. It was what he had silently been afraid of, though the Commission leader reassured him that they thought he was the one person who could do it. They told him to get information and trust by any means necessary…even if it meant sleeping with Dabi. After all, he was one of the only people they couldn’t find any intel on…what better way to get closer ? 

Originally, Hawks was disturbed by the thought. The idea of sleeping with a villain …someone who’s stolen innocent lives for his own sick and twisted ideals…ideals that solely focused on burning everything Hawks stood for to the ground. But…as time went on…he felt like he got to know Dabi better...especially once the dam broke, and Dabi spilled. Unconsciously, he was humanized in Hawks’ mind…no… Keigo’s mind. Keigo knew bits and pieces of his past…and Keigo knew his first name. The only leads he had to go on…but…he hadn’t shared them yet. It felt…wrong. Once again. On the other side of the coin. It would be wrong for him to divulge intricate pieces of information that weren’t pertinent to his mission. Keigo’s morals tended to get the best of him when he found loopholes. Because he also knew Dabi as a person now. He knew he hated fish. He knew what side of the bed he preferred to sleep on. He knew what his favorite constellation was. He knew the villain intimately…which he had never planned on. 

Keigo sits up in bed, turning to look at Dabi’s sleeping form. He’d found it was easy to tire Dabi out after an orgasm or two; Dabi even said it made him less likely to have nightmares, but that might’ve just been bullshit. 

Tomorrow…the war begins. Tomorrow…he has to break Dabi’s heart. Keigo feels his chest tighten and his throat close. Oh, he’s in too deep. He’s proving the Commission leader wrong…he isn’t perfect. 

Dabi stirs, grumbling curses as he sleepily blinks awake, roused by Keigo’s soft stifled sobs. Keigo hurriedly starts wiping away tears; he can’t be weak in front of Dabi . Especially if they’re going to potentially kill each other tomorrow. Oh God…the thought of killing Touya ? Tears silently stream down the hero’s face. 

“Are you…are you crying?” 

The question cuts through the air like a knife. 

“Bad dream.”

You could hear a pin drop in Dabi’s bedroom. Keigo thumbs away his tears, but they keep coming. The hero pulls his knees to his chest, putting his head down. 

“Hey, uh…I don’t give a shit if you cry…I used to be a big crybaby before my tear ducts got fucked up,” Dabi scoffs, using self-deprecation to ease the tension as he props himself up on his elbows, trying to catch Keigo’s silhouette in the thin rays of moonlight that pour in through the window. Touya takes a deep breath, sitting up beside Keigo before apprehensively putting the palm of his hand in the space between Keigo’s wings, rubbing the scarred shape of his handprint from their first time. It felt disgusting to care, but Dabi couldn’t ignore it anymore.

The motion of Touya rubbing his back almost makes Keigo cry even harder. He’s going to lose this forever. He’s going to absolutely destroy Touya. He has to. He has no choice; he doesn’t want that bright future he’s always envisioned to be snuffed out by the PLF’s plans. If he doesn’t kill Twice…so many lives will be lost…so many innocents…Keigo’s heart isn’t worth that price. Keigo isn’t worth that price. Keigo can’t see through the tears and the shadows, and he doesn’t know how he’s not openly losing it. He’s sitting there like a statue…eerily still. 

Touya, half-asleep and completely out of his fucking mind, decides the best way to distract Keigo is to say:

“Hey…uh…this might be a bad time…but…I want you to know…that…I lo-”

'Fuck .'

That does it. Hawks has to completely shut Keigo down. The tears stop flowing. He can’t let his mission be compromised. He has to stick to his guns…stick to everything the Commission has driven into him since he was a child. Before Dabi can finish his sentence, Hawks turns to face him…and kisses him. 

For once …Dabi feels everything. Touya feels the passion in the kiss. He feels how desperately Hawks clings to him, sucking on the unburned flesh of his top lip, gently tracing Dabi’s tongue with his own, teeth clicking together. Touya kisses him back, fingers fluttering through feathers, and they fall back onto the pillows. 

One last kiss…one last kiss while they’re far too young to die…but they just might kill each other in the morning…

[hyuge]

Pushes Him Whispering

Touya has always hated fire. The irony was not lost on him. As a fire god, humans feared him. He had set one too many villages ablaze on accident. Fire is temperamental. Even as a god, he has struggled to control it most his life. He, himself, was also temperamental. A trait he had developed from his father. He wondered if those born of fire were inherently bad. Touya lost count of how many times he had hurt himself and others. It was more than he cared to admit. Now, he lives in relative solitude. If he doesn't bother anyone then he can't hurt them. The last few centuries he's taken to idly watching the world around him, especially the birds flying free. Touya would never dare touch a bird. They were too fragile. So why did your red-tailed hawk insist on landing by him?

"I'll burn you," he warned on more than one occasion.

The hawk would cock its head to the side and stare at him with unnaturally golden eyes. It watched him and he watched it. Its nest was nearby, having made its home at the top of a very tall tree. The hawk would swoop down, snatching snatching field mice for lunch and Touya would watch. The sun's warmth settled on his skin, blanketing him in sleep. When he woke, the hawk was there, perched just above his head, watching him sleep.

"Like what you see?" He asked.

The hawk inclined its head as if in thought. It was sad to think his only friend was a wild bird.

"Should I name you?" Touya asked the hawk. Its life was fleeting and his was long. Naming the bird would only bring him sadness. "What about Keigo?"

The hawk trilled.

"Keigo it is," said Touya.

With nothing better to do with his eternal life, he continued to watch the bird daily. Sometimes Touya would talk to it as if it had any clue what he was saying. It made him feel a little less lonely and like he wasn't just speaking to himself. The hawk never shied away or attacked him. Maybe it sensed that he wasn't human but it still kept a health distance. That was for the best, lest Touya accidentally burn it. Birds weren't built to handle heat. It was a lazy, quiet life but Touya was content.

Touya hard grown too comfortable in his current environment. The other shoe always inevitably dropped and this time, it came in the form of a nightmare. He woke up to a blazing blue inferno around him and a bird pecking his head. Touya had started a fire in his sleep and Keigo had tried to wake up.

"What are you doing you dumb bird? I'm immortal! You aren't."

Touya sat up in a hurry and called the flames back to him but it was too late. The forest was scorched and the small bird of prey was injured. Keigo's wings were toasted and he struggled to breathe. His chest fluttered with each raspy breath.

"You idiot! Why would you risk your life to save me?" Asked Touya, scooping Keigo into his hands.

Keigo chirped. Shit. He couldn't let this one small creature die. Mortal lives were fleeting and Keigo was just a bird but Touya had to do something. He couldn't be the cause of yet another death. "Hang on birdy," he said.

Touya cut his hand and golden blood flowed from his veins. He let the ichor drip onto Keigo's body and carefully pried the bird's beak open. As blood dripped into Keigo's mouth, he swallowed. Golden eyes glowed in the evening light and his small, feathered body began to grow and expand. Gone was the small hawk that laid in Touya's lap. Now, a man with sharp, golden eyes and hair, and large red wings peered up at him.

"Keigo," breathed Touya.

The leaden weight that has crushed his chest finally lifted. Keigo reached up, touching Touya's hair. "You gave me a name but you've never told me yours."

Touya's eyes widened. "Oh. It's Touya."

"It's nice to meet you, Touya," said Keigo fondly.

Written for DabiHawks Week Day 2: Mythology, hosted by @dabihawksweeks.

Also on AO3

[ashboy-3]

What is it Like in your Shoes?

Written for DabiHawksweek 2023 Day 4 Prompt: BodySwap Fandom: MHA/BNHA Characters: Hawks (Keigo Takami), Dabi (Touya Todoroki), Aizawa Shota, Minor OC, Endeavor to push the plot along Words: 3691 Warnings: Mentions of Dabi's chronic pain that he should have and Aizawa being done with everybody Summary: Hawks and Dabi were happy to just eat dinner and hang out at their apartment, but a quirk mishap makes their day so much worse and why does Dabi have to go out and be a hero!?

“Hey pretty bird,” Dabi greeted the number two hero in the muddy ally.

“Hey, hot stuff, waiting long?” Hawks asked with a smirk.

“Please I’m used to you being late,” Dabi scoffed, but it only made Hawks laugh more.

“So we going to hang out here all night. Backway alleys aren’t exactly good for my image,” Hwask tilted his head.

“To good for the dirt of the city?” Dabi asked but grabbed the hero’s arm nonetheless.

“Hell yeah, I’m too good for the dirt of the city!” Hawks put a hand over his head mocking being offended, getting pushed by Dabi into a wall.

“If your to good for the dirt then why spend your time with me?”

“You’re not the dirt of the city Dabi,” Hawks rolled his eyes, use to the fire user blowing off his attempts at compliments.

“Yeah yeah,” Dabi waved him off as they continued to sneak through the night till they made it to Hawk’s apartment.

“Ready to fly up?” Hawks asked, grabbing Dabi around the waist to lift him.

“As I’ll ever be. You drop me and I’m roasting your ass,” Dabi glared but let himself be picked up and flew to the penthouse.

“Finally free!” Dabi ripped the medical mask off of his face.

“I’ll be right back. I’m going to pick up dinner,” Hawks told him as he flew right back out of the apartment.

“Dumb bird needs to eat better,” Dabi grumbled as he sat on the couch putting on some random movie.

Meanwhile, Hawks was able to make it all the way to KFC without incident, a place that he knows Dabi will yell at him about later but he has no food and he agreed to go food shopping once a week. That day is tomorrow not today and even if it was the fire user never gave him a list so fried chicken it is.

The actual problem arises as he was ordering. Hawks was happy to sit in the dining room and wait for his food to be ready, use to the attention that comes with being a top hero.

“Your Hawks,” a kid said, looked to be younger than his favorite and only intern.

“Yep! Number two hero and everything,” Hawks smirked. “Do you want an autograph or a picture?” Hawks asked.

“Wow fame has gone to your head,” the kid glared as alarm bells started to ring in Hawk’s head, but he tried to ignore them. This was just a kid.

The lady at the counter called his name and as he was about to get up and get it the kid stopped him. “Let me! I need to get paper for an autograph anyway,” the kid smiled.

Hawks couldn’t say no without sounding like a dick in public so he just smiled at let the kid go, texting Dabi that he would be home soon with dinner.

“Who am I making it out to?” Hawks asked as he got out a pen.

“Thomas Himura,” Hawks wrote the name flawlessly.

“That’s a strange name,” Hawks commented, curiosity getting the better of him.

“My dad’s Japanese but my mom is from America. Couldn’t decide on a nation so I got the lucky mix,” the kid shrugged as he passed the bag of food to Hawks. “Thanks so much for the autograph number two!” Thomas waved as he flew back home.

“Took you long enough,” Dabi grumbled from the couch.

“Got stopped by a fan,” Hawks shrugged, but put the chicken and sides on two plates, passing one to the fire user.

“You’re going shopping tomorrow. This is sad,” Dabi ordered, but still ate the food.

“Write me about what you want to get. You know I can’t cook,” Hawks shrugged, as he finished his food and the two cuddled on the couch for the rest of the movie before washing the dishes and heading to the bedroom to get some well-rested sleep.

Dabi woke up the next morning with a heavy weight on his back and a distinct lack of chronic pain in his body. Feeling tired and still out of it he made his way to the kitchen, hissing in pain when he felt something hit the weight on his back.

“Too early for this shit,” Dabi grumbled as he started the coffee maker, getting the sugar and creamer out. How Hawks can drink this shit black still amazes him. Grabbing the two fixed drinks he took a sip of his and noticed one that it was way too sweet for his liking which is strange cause he makes it the same way every time. The second thing he noticed was looking down, now fully awake, his arm had no scars, no staples, and no dark purple. It was clean and perfect. Paying attention now he put Hawks’s drink down and put his now free hand to his face. He didn’t feel any staples pulling at his skin. His skin felt way too soft and his eyes which held no staples felt sharper. Looking in the mirror closest mirror he could find he looked and instead of his reflection, he saw the birdbrain himself.

“WHAT THE FUCKING SHIT!” Dabi screamed, dropping his coffee on the floor, and making Hawks run in.

“Who the fuck are you!” Hawks asked pointing at the person standing in the living room who looked exactly like him, confusion forming on his face when a feather didn’t come to his hand when summoned.

“Shit!” Hawks yelled as he dropped his arm from pain, looking down he saw the vast purple scars that he came to fall in love with. Touching his face he felt the staple. Felt them as they connected his skin and induced pain with each movement. 

“Hey, Hawks. You good?” Dabi asked in his body and ‘oh my gosh Dabi is in my body!’

“Fine! I am the furthest thing from fine! How the fuck did we swap bodies!” Hawks was freaking out trying to move his arms and talked but was reminded of the pain. “How the fuck do you function with this much fucking pain!” Hawks gasped and he could see the frown forming on his face.

“I’m used to it. How do you handle this huge ass weight on your back?” Dabi grumbled, slouching.

“Don’t slouch. You’ll ruin my posture!” Hawks yelled, making Dabi roll his eyes.

“I think that you’re posture is the least of your worries.”

“You don’t understand. I have to go to work today. You have to go to work today,” Hawks pointed as Dabi’s eyes widened.

“Hell no! I can’t go to work as a hero!” Dabi protested.

“You don’t have a choice. I will go through hell if I miss work. So listen carefully. You have a morning team-up with Endeavor and I don’t want to hear it. Kill him in your own time, but not in my body,” Hawks glared at the fire user.

“I am not working with that asshole,” Dabi growled.

“You want to kill Endeavor well I worked too hard to get this close to him for you to fuck up my image. When you get your body back you can kill him all you want, but while in my body you will not lay a hand on him,” Hawks glared.

“Fine I won’t lay a hand on him,” Dabi grumbled knowing that if he truly angers the number two hero he could lose a good deal the two have going on.

“Good. Second, we have to find the kid that did this to us. I think I know who but we’re going to need Aizawa’s help. I need you to go to UA during your lunch break. Make it like you visiting Tokyami. I can be on call telling you what to say during the entire day if need be. Say his then get Aizawa alone and explain the situation. We will try to keep you being you a secret for as long as possible,” Hawks explained.

“This is never going to work. I don’t have control over your quirk as you do. I won’t be able to do this at all,” Dabi started to freak out.

“You will. I have trained my quirk well. They work kinda like an actual bird. Treat your wings like a second limb. If you jump out of a window and need to fly they will. Trust me,” Hawks smiled at him.

“Do not bring that shit in here. I am not jumping out of this window!”

“If you don’t I will push you,” Hawks glared and Dabi can admit, being on the other side of his glare he can understand why people do what he says.

“What are you going to do while I’m out playing the hero?” Dabi accused, turning on the scared man. 

“I can’t go anywhere and it is still my apartment so I’m just going to stay here. Enjoy my time off while I direct you and make sure you don’t ruin my reputation or get me in jail,” Hawks glared, not leaving any room for argument.

“Fine,” Dabi grumbled finally walking towards the window before immediately turning around. “Nope, I can’t do this.”

“Yes you can,” Hawks stopped him easily, slowly pushing him towards the edge.

“Hawks. Babe. Birdie can we talk about this?” Dabi asked, slowly walking backward.

“Their nothing to talk about. Now fly,” Hawks gave him a small kiss on the lips before pushing him over the balcony.

“Fuck you!” Dabi yelled as the wings stopped his fall, deciding not to stay he grumbled and started to fly towards his boyfriend’s agency.

His phone rang just as he landed. Dabi was confused for a second before he remembered. He had the bird’s jacket because he is the bird. This day is going to last forever,” Dabi groaned as he walked into the office, ignoring the call.

‘Deep breaths. You belong here,’ Dabi thought to himself as the sidekicks and other workers waved at him as he passed.

“There you are!” A high-pitched voice stopped him as he was walking, but that didn’t stop the person from grabbing his arm and dragging him to what he hopes is the bird’s office.

“You’re late! Not that I don’t appreciate you finally acting like every other person in the workforce but just because you sign my paychecks doesn’t mean you can’t call ahead like everyone else! Lucky for you that I work for you and I’m damn good at my job. I already warned the Endeavor agency to push the morning patrol to mid-morning. I got the message to clear your lunch which means your modeling gig was pushed to tomorrow but this is the second time I pushed it back so you have to be there. You have a lone patrol tonight, but Best Jeanist has been calling you again. Want me to redirect his calls again?” the woman who must be Hawks’s secretary asked.

“Actually can you give me five seconds?” Dabi asked as he pulled out the phone that hadn’t stopped ringing, they’d just been actively avoiding it.

“I’ll give you two minutes. You know how I feel about personal calls. Honestly, this place would burn to the ground without me here,” she rolled her eyes as she walked outside the office and closed the doors.

“Thank God you finally picked up,” his own voice came over the phone.

“I don’t have a lot of time. You’re secretary lady only gave me like two minutes. She’s scary,” Dabi told him as Hawks laughed.

“Yeah, but she keeps the agency up and running when I can’t. Now listen in my top drawer there’s a set of headphones, not the ones that I wear for flying but a smaller pair. Put one of those in your ear and make sure you can still hear what’s going on around you. I’ll talk you through the day,” Hawks informed him as Dabi did as he was told and found the headphones, putting one in his ear.

“Alright let’s get this day officially started. Make your way to the front desk and grab the papers that I know you didn’t grab,” Hawks's voice came in through his ear.

“Ah, you’re finally done. Are you okay with the schedule change?” she questioned.

“Say yes and thank her. Her name is Sakura.”

“Thank Sakura and yeah the schedule works great,” Dabi assured her as she smiled and walked away. Dabi was amazed at how easy it is to smile in Hawks’body.

“Ah, Hawks there you are. Here are the papers,” the guy at the front desk handed them to Hawks.

“Bring them back to my office and just leave them. I’ll have to do some extra papers tomorrow or whenever we get this fixed, I don’t think you can pull off my signature,” Hawks laughed as Dabi had to stop from rolling his eyes.

“Alright now make your way to the center. That’s where you’re meeting number one.”

“I don’t want to be in the same room as him unless I’m killing him,” Dabi grumbled.

“As long as you’re in my body-”

“I know I’ll behave,” Dabi groaned.

“You’re late Hawks,” Endeavor groaned.

“Relax big man! I’m here aren’t I,” Hawks said with a smile as Dabi repeated it.

“Whatever let’s go,” the taller male started to walk away, leaving Dabi to follow.

“I saw that Shoto is going to be interning at your agency,” Hawks commented and his brother was the last thing that Dabi wanted to talk about.

“How’s Shoto?” Dabi chooses to ask instead.

“My family is none of your business,” Endeavor grunted.

“Don’t lose your cool,” Hawks voice came into his ear, but Dabi didn’t feel like listening.

“Sorry for trying to give a fuck. What else are we supposed to do while on patrol?” Dabi asked and he could hear the head slap through the headphones.

“You have the nerve to talk to me like that!” the fire user roared, turning on his heel to face Dabi.

“Oh, I have the nerve! You have no right to treat me like I’m below you,” Dabi countered as an audience started to form around them.

“Are they fighting?”

“I mean it is Endeavor”

“What did he do to Hawks?”

“Dabi you really fucked this up,” Hawks groaned.

“Hey leave Hawks alone!” a bystander started to yell.

“Yeah stop being a jerk!” 

“Oh no! Dabi you got to start riot control! Try to calm them down and assure them that nothing is wrong and everything is okay,” Hawks directed.

“Fuck that shit. I’m walking away,” Dabi whispered back as the crowd parted ways for him., making his way to UA, and hanging up on the bird.

“Hawks, what are you doing here?” Aizawa asked as the number two hero walked into the gym.

“Oh you know just wanting to visit my favorite intern,” Dabi said, but how Eraser’s eyes narrowed at him.

“Cut the shit. I don’t have enough brain cells to deal with shit for the rest of the day,” Aizawa said as he took a drink out of a water bottle that Dabi was sure did not contain water.

“It’s more of a private situation. Just come over to Haw- my apartment when you have time,” Dabi asked.

“Class All Might and Present Mic are taking over I’ve got some business to take care of,” Aizawa yelled as he walked outside the gym.

“Are you coming?” the black-haired man asked.

“Right coming,” Dabi started to walk next to him.

“I’m not flying,” Eraser glared as he jumped up on a rough top, using his cloth.

“Fine by me,” Dabi rolled his eyes as he followed from the ground the two eventually made it to the apartment.

“Alright, what’s the problem?” Aizawa asked.

“We got to get inside first,” Dabi said, voice laced in sarcasm.

“Thank God you are here! I’ve been having an urge for a cigarette since you left. The news already knows about the morning patrol with Endeavor and the HPSC has been calling my personal nonstop,” Hawks complained, but was quickly stopped as Eraser activated his quirk and punched him in the face.

“Hawks, what is going on?” Aizawa asked, looking towards Dabi.

“Did you not tell him anything? You are such a dick!” Hawks yelled, trying to struggle out of the bonds. “Aizawa let me go! He’s Dabi I’m Hawks. I got hit by a quirk and I need your help!” 

“Do I want to know?” Aizawa asked.

“He’s telling the truth,” Dabi shrugged as realization hit him and he turned towards Hawks.

“You didn’t feed my body it’s morning or lunch cigarette!”

“I don’t smoke!” Hawks said, sarcasm in his voice.

“But I do and you’re in my body! You know I live off of cigarettes and alcohol!”

“Yet you yell at me to take care of my body,” Hawks rolled his eyes.

“My body is already fucked I can do whatever the hell I want to it! Last I checked you were supposed to be out saving lives!”

“Will you two shut the fuck up! I believe you. I’ll clear your schedule, Hawks. Do not leave this apartment and tell me what happened to make you both like this,” Aizawa used his dad voice on the two.

Dabi and Hawks exchanged a look with each other, fighting quietly before Hawks’s body turned and pouted as Dabi’s smiled wide. Aizawa was deeply unnerved by the body posture of both.

So with a smiling Dabi. Hawks explained what happened to them last night before they both went to bed.

“Ignoring the fact that you are harboring a villain and you are living with a hero,” I will go out and find this kid and let you know what I find. Behave,” Aizawa glared at the two before leaving.

“Could have gone better,” Hawks grumbled.

“Could have gone worse birdbrain,” Dabi rolled his eyes.

“Since you’re in my body would that make you birdbrain?” Hawks asked.

“Nope 'cause I’m still smarter,” Dabi smiled back.

“What do we do till he gets back,” Hawks asked out loud as he stretched on the couch.

“Movie and dinner?” Dabi offered.

“I’ll put in an order,” Hawks got off the couch.

“I’ll find a movie,” Dabi grabbed the remote.

It was forty-five minutes later that there was a knock on the door.

“Hawks Food,” Dabi pointed towards the door.

“I’m the one who looks like a villain you go get the door,” Hawks tried to push Dabi off the couch but forgot about all the muscle on his body.

“Will one of you open this fucking door!” Aizawa yelled from the other side, making both of them walk towards the door.

“Aizawa you got a kid with you,” Dabi observed as Aizawa was indeed holding a teen by his collar.

“Thomas remet the number two hero and fire villain Dabi. Dabi Hawks meet Thomas Himura,” Aizawa pushed the kid inside the apartment.

“Hey that’s the kid from last night,” Hawks observed.

“Yep and here’s your food. Be happy I stopped the delivery boy on his way up, now Thomas touch the damn food. I am too tired to deal with this shit,” the kid did as he was told.

“I only wanted to have a little fun,” Thomas mumbled.

“And I want to go one day without dealing with problem children, but we can’t always have what we want. Now fix the food.” the kid touched the bag of food as Aizawa placed it in front of them. “Now eat. I’ll explain. Kid, you’re free to go, but If I catch you doing something again I’ll put you in a cell for a week,” Aizawa pushed the kid outside the apartment.

“Am I going to jail after this?” Dabi asked as he ate the food.

“Are you going to kidnap another one of my kids?” Aizawa countered.

“Aaaww you call them your kids,” Hawks looked wide-eyed at the tired teacher.

“No Shiggs originally wanted that Todoroki kid and the fire guy, but I actually got him down to one,” Dabi told him.

“And I still have to make sure he’s in therapy!” Aizawa took a few deep breaths before continuing. “I’m not arresting you. If I run into you causing trouble then I’m carting your ass away. I was ready to arrest you when I first found out but was calmed down. The kid had a parent that was taken from him when Hawks did a drug bust a few months ago. His quirk works on food. He can make people switch bodies as long as they ingest the food that he touches. He wanted some revenge, but he already signed forms so he can’t talk about anything that happened today without consent from all three of us or he really will be in a cell. His guardian was there for him to sign the papers so don’t worry. When you wake up tomorrow you should be back to normal. Hawks if you are ever in trouble call me. I don’t care what time it is or what’s going on. I will answer and if I find out that Dabi has hurt you in any way I will kill him,” Aizawa assured as he walked out the door.

“Was he aware that I am still here?” Dabi asked as he finished eating the food.

“I think it was sweet. While I never want to experience this again it was nice to know what you have to go through every day. I had to take way more pain pills than necessary,” Hawks groaned as he picked up both plates to wash them.

“I guess your life as a hero isn’t as easy as I make fun of you for,” Dabi agreed.

“So you’re going to stop making fun of me!?” Hawks asked hopefully.

“Not a chance!” Dabi laughed as the two walked back towards the bedroom.

“Night Kei,” Dabi laid down in bed, turning off the lights.

“Night Tou,” Hawks pulled the covers over them.

Both were in pure bliss when they woke up the next morning to discover themselves in their original bodies.

[bnhafandomesp]

Eventos de esta semana (13-19 mayo):

DabiHawks Week (13-19 mayo) @dabihawksweeks

~~~~ El calendario completo, con vínculos a los eventos, lo pueden revisar acá: http://bit.ly/2YDKqPm Y los prompts traducidos de cada evento, acá: https://bit.ly/3aaELq1

[displayjae]

May 19 Prompt: "Let it go" ... please let it go

Dang these phrase prompts got me like 😭😭😭

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Drawn for @dabihawksweek22

Pose ref from "New Pose Catalogue 3" by マール社 (Maar-sha editorial department)

[juniperarts]

This will probably be my only contribution to dabihawksweek2020 Day six: Redraw a meme or a funny comic ... whatever you want to cope with recent manga events

Based completely off of this vine

[sparkles-and-trash]

Dabihawks Week Day 4: Post War

A small collection of post war drabbles, from fluff to smut to dealing with the past, together ♥️

✨ here ✨

[alyko-animations]

💙🔥🦅 DabiHawksWeek23: Parenting...

[bluefuckboy]

Pencils and Pining

Day 1 Prompt of sfw DabiHawks Week: college au. Also up on ao3

WC: 4574

CW: none. Mentions of sex talk.

A/N: this is fluffy I don’t know where it came from. Unedited cos I ain’t got that kinda time

Keigo Takami had always gotten what he wanted. It was effortless. His natural charm and refusal to ever back down from a challenge meant there was little he couldn’t do. He’d gotten into a prestigious school full ride on just a sports scholarship, and he wasn’t even all that good. Sure he could get the ball from point A to point B. But it wasn’t like he was some sort of rugby god. He knew it was thanks to his personality that he got in.

He was the perfect poster child for the college’s team, The Raptors. Their mascot was a bird of prey that could have been a hawk or possibly an eagle. No one really knew, which is why they generalized it into Raptor. Their school colors were red and gold, which complimented Keigo’s flaxen hair perfectly.

There was little that didn’t compliment him to be honest. The royal red jersey made his aureate eyes pop as he gave winks to fans during matches. His scrum shorts hugged his ass just right. His cleats were even custom made. Gold aside from the trimming, laces and studs. He strutted around the field like a bird of paradise.

Girls had been falling at his feet since first of semester and half the guys on the team had asked him for advice on how to get girls to like them. He liked being the center of attention and was more than happy to give pointers on how to be suave and charismatic. But at the end of the day, no one measured up to his innate charm and carefree personality.

He knew he was the whole package, and yet, one student was never impressed by him. Touya Todoroki, a senior art student who spent most of his time holed up in the art building. Keigo had no reason to be by that part of the campus aside from it being a shortcut to the rugby pitch, which is how he met Touya. Or rather nearly took him out by crashing into him.

He’d been late for practice and decided to sprint from his dorm to get his heart rate up and make up time, two birds with one stone as they say. Practice was after classes but before dinner, so most students studied or got in another nap during that time. That assumption was what landed Keigo on his ass after smacking into the lanky art major.

He’d ran square into the chest of Touya, knocking the wind out of him as Keigo was knocked to the ground.

“Shit! My bad!”

Keigo was on his feet again in the bat of an eye, hovering by Touya, who was doubled over wheezing as he tried to regain his breath. Keigo never paid attention to students that didn’t want his attention, so it was the first time he’d seen this art major, or rather the top of his head as he inhaled raggedly.

He was dressed in mostly black aside from an old and slightly oversized sweatshirt which was zipped halfway over a band tshirt from which Keigo could see the letters ”ED ZEP” in red. Touya’s charcoal jeans were torn at the knees, cuffed at the bottoms to sit above the all black Chuck Taylors he wore.

As he stood up Keigo could see his face, which was set in a scowl. If he weren’t looking at Keigo so murderously, Touya would probably be handsome, if not a little rough around the edges. His hair was an ashen white, sweeping in front of intense turquoise eyes narrowed at Keigo. He had enough piercings to set off a metal detector. Most were on his ears aside from a triple nose stud in his right nostril, snake bites and a bridge piercing which Keigo couldn’t decide if it looked painful or not.

A pair of black painted fingernails snapped in front of Keigo’s face. “Hey birdbrain! The fuck do you think you’re doing?”

Keigo blinked. “Uh. Going to practice?”

“And trying to kill people in the process?”

“No. Sorry I just didn’t see you there man.”

Keigo put on one of his signature smiles, getting a scowl from Touya in return. Keigo put his hands up in a placating gesture.

“Really it was an accident.”

Touya stooped down between them, picking up a pencil that was snapped in half. He held it in front of Keigo’s face.

“You owe me a new pencil.”

Keigo pushed the pencil out of the way with a finger. “Oh come on. It’s just a pencil bro.”

“I’m not your bro and I don’t care.” Touya pressed the broken pencil against Keigo’s chest. “Don’t you dare get me one of those soft tips. 3B or higher, got it?”

Keigo nodded despite having no clue what 3B meant. Touya pressed the pencil harder against Keigo, who brought a hand up to catch it when Touya’s long fingers drew back. The art student gave Keigo another murderous scowl before trudging off towards the dorms, leaving Keigo with a broken pencil and a blush on his cheeks.

Touya was his type and then some. An artsy “bad boy” with blue eyes and gorgeous hands. It was like one of his fantasies had come to life. Except Touya had made it very clear he loathed Keigo. Keigo didn’t blame him as he had knocked the air out of him pretty bad. But all the fuss over a broken pencil? It seemed a tad excessive.

Keigo held onto the pencil, tucking it in his drawstring bag and forgetting about it until he tossed the bag onto his bed later that night. Practice had been a doozie and he was sore as fuck. He flopped down on his bed, pulling the pencil out and turning it over in his fingers.

The tip of the pencil was rounded and worn down, the eraser merely a nub. It was clear it was a well used tool. Keigo’s fingers brushed over teeth marks on the end of the pencil. Of course Touya chewed on his pencils, how could he not. He probably let them hang out the side of his mouth absentmindedly.

Keigo shook his head as his mind began to wander. He hadn’t anticipated being hit in the face with well, a crush? And especially literally. His ass was still sore from hitting the pavement.

He sighed and let the pencil drop to his chest. At least his assignment to replace the pencil meant Touya would have to see him again. But first he needed to figure out what the fuck 3B meant.

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It didn’t take Keigo long to find another pencil. The campus bookstore sold them by the pack so he just grabbed the one that had 3B on it. He tapped the pack against his chin in thought as he made his way to the art building. A couple of freshmen in the lobby gave him odd looks. He supposed he didn’t look like an art student.

He was wearing his varsity jacket and his favorite pair of jeans, which were crisp and a deep denim. He pushed his aviator sunglasses up over his messy golden locks.

“You guys know… uh.”Shit. He had no idea what the guy’s name was. He cleared his throat, “I’m looking for a guy, bout this tall, white hair, blue eyes, looks like he’s trying to bring punk back from the dead?”

One of the freshmen rolled their eyes. “Todoroki. He’s probably on the top floor.”

Keigo thanked the freshman and made his way to the stairwell. His sneakers squeaked on the tile as he rounded the stairs, jogging his way up to the top floor. He pushed the door open, poking his head out into the hall.

It was quiet. He let the door shut, regretting it as it slammed loudly. No one came to chastise him so he made his way down the hall. He peered into the rooms as he passed. They were empty, probably for the best as he knew it would be odd to see someone with their nose pressed up to the glass window in the door.

When he reached the last door he noticed it was open a crack. He slipped inside, taking care to shove the doorstop back in place so the heavy door didn’t shut. The room was full of easels, some with canvases and some without. Keigo peered at the canvases as he made his way further into the classroom.

The canvases that were there each depicted the classic bowl of fruit he’d seen in so many artsy movies. Each piece was a different style. Some were messy, others crisp and clean. One was merely colors where each fruit should be. An easel on the far side caught his eye.

The piece sitting on it was black and white, like an old photograph. Eerily like a photograph. The lines and shading were so precise it looked like someone had just taken a picture and placed it on the canvas. Keigo stepped closer, peering at the differences in shading.

There was an area that was very dark. It looked almost raised due to the amount of layers that made up the shading. Ever curious and obvious Keigo put a hand out, tracing it with his finger and regretting it imminently. The charcoal smudged messily as he heard a voice behind him suddenly.

“Wow you are good at fucking things up.”

Keigo spun around. Touya was standing a few feet from him. He was dressed in the same outfit aside from a fresh tshirt. Keigo put his hands up as though he’d been caught, which technically he had.

“I’m sorry! I didn’t think it was gonna smudge like that.”

Touya sighed. He made his way over to the canvas, producing what looked like gray play dough from his pocket. He took the object and rolled it between his palms a bit, forming it into more of a oval. He put it against he canvas, using it like an eraser to get rid of the smudge Keigo had made.

Keigo’s eyes boggled and he pointed excitedly to the gray lump as Touya pulled it back, “What is that thing?”

Touya raised an eyebrow, but let Keigo inspect the blob and he answered, “It’s a kneaded eraser. Makes it easier to fix mistakes.”

He emphasized ‘mistakes’ and Keigo knew it was a jab at him. He cleared his throat awkwardly.

“Oh. Right. Uh..” He remembered the pencils. “Check it out! I got you backup ones even.”

Keigo presented the pencils to Touya like they were the greatest gift in the world. Touya took the packet from his hand, inspecting it before handing it back with a tsk of his tongue. Keigo’s excitement vanished and he gave Touya a confused look.

“Those are a shitty brand,” Touya said dismissively.

Keigo put his hands in the air. “A shitty- what? How am I supposed to know who makes good pencils?”

Touya shrugged, and put a hand in one of the deep pockets of his jeans. He fished out his phone, ignoring Keigo as he pulled the bulky headphones round his neck over his head. Keigo stared at him dumbfounded for a moment as Touya started to walk away. Touya made it halfway to the door before Keigo was in front of him again, his arms out as though he were somehow capable of blocking his path.

Touya didn’t take his headphones off as he asked, “Did you need something else? I got another class to get to.”

Keigo bristled with indignation. “What the hell dude? You’re just gonna blow me off like that?”

“Yeah. Bye.”

Touya pushed past him, leaving Keigo gaping like a fish. He’d never been so annoyed and intrigued at the same time. Touya was an enigma and Keigo desperately wanted to know more about it. But it would have to wait till after practice, and maybe some research on what the best brands of pencils were.

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Keigo’s next encounter with Touya was much sooner than he expected. It was only a half hour later, on the rugby field where he noticed none other than Touya sitting in the bleachers. He was sprawled out, one leg resting on the bench in front of him while his arms draped over the one behind him. Despite it being hot as hell, he was still in that blue hoodie.

Touya caught Keigo’s eye as the latter trotted onto the field for practice. He gave a wry smile followed by flipping him the bird. Keigo’s fists clenched angrily. Touya was taunting him now, clearly already aware of how to push his buttons. It was working a bit too well.

Touya’s presence on the bleachers turned out to be a huge distraction for Keigo. What made things worse was that Touya was now ignoring him. He was scrolling his phone, paying zero attention to the practice or to Keigo who kept glancing over to him.

Keigo missed a couple passes, then a few goals, and finally the massive senior in his peripheral. The guy slammed into him like a brick wall, knocking him face first into the turf as the ball rolled from his arms into the hands of the other team.

As he painfully propped himself up, spitting dirt from his mouth, he noticed Touya had finally looked his way. Just in time to see him eat shit and cause his team to lose the practice. Keigo’s cheeks were red from more than just skidding against the pitch as he limped off field.

He wasn’t seriously injured, aside from his pride. His teammates were pissed at him, rightfully so. But he didn’t want them to know the real reason for his distractedness. A hot guy wasn’t an accepted excuse for throwing a game. In the end he faked a headache, excusing himself with numerous apologies.

Keigo skipped dinner at the cafeteria. He didn’t want to have to answer why he was limping and why his face looked like someone had scrubbed it with the rough side of a sponge. His cheeks were ruddy and stung a bit from the astroturf, so he decided to swing by the campus nurse to get some salve.

His stomach growled as he walked out of the office, prompting him to make a beeline for the campus café. It had coffee, snacks to grab, and quick meals for students who had to skip the cafeteria in favor of studying. Keigo rarely went to the café, preferring to visit with his entourage of buddies in the cafeteria at mealtimes.

He tucked his hands into his varsity jacket as he sauntered into the café. There was one other student aside from the barista behind the counter next to the coffee machine. Keigo gave a nod to the student waiting for food as he made his way to the register.

He leaned an arm on the counter, turning on his charm as he asked, “So what’s good here, huh?”

The smile faded from his face as the student turned around. It was Touya, who gave Keigo a small smirk.

“Oh look who it is.” Touya’s tone was mocking as he crossed his arms and leaned on the counter with a hip, “That was some fall, champ.”

He popped the ‘p’ and gave Keigo a shit eating grin. Keigo’s face went redder. He tried to keep his cool, crossing his arms and tilting his chin up aloofly.’

“And who’s fault was that?” he chided.

Touya let out a chuckle. “I take full credit. It was spectacular, and red’s a good color on you.”

Touya gave him a wink as Keigo flushed all the way down to his neck. Of course Touya was also a barista. As if he wasn’t hot enough already. Keigo was losing a game he didn’t know he was playing. Touya had the upper hand and seemed to be a step ahead. It wouldn’t surprise Keigo if he had swapped places with the actual barista just to mess with Keigo further.

Touya leaned forward, his long fingers tapping on the countertop, black painted nails clicking.

“I would say I feel bad, but I don’t. What do they say? An eye for an eye? Guess we can say a pencil for a wipeout, hmm? Lucky you didn’t break your face though. That would have been a real shame.”

Keigo rolled his eyes. “Great. Now we’re even.”

“Not quite,” Touya quipped.

“Ugh. Don’t tell me I have to buy you more pencils.”

Touya waved his hand. “Nah. Just buy me dinner instead.”

“Dinner?”

“Wow you really don’t have anything going on in that pretty head of yours, do you?”

Keigo stood there stupidly until Touya sighed heavily. “I’m asking you out, birdbrain.”

Keigo’s eyes went wide. “Huh?? Really? Wait I thought you didn’t like me?”

“I don’t. But that doesn’t mean you can’t try to change my mind.”

He grinned and Keigo felt a flutter in his stomach. He quickly put his golden boy façade back on, leaning on the counter.

“Joke’s on you. Everyone likes me, eventually?” He gave Touya a smile and put a hand out for him to shake. “Keigo.”

The pads of Touya’s fingers were rough as they brushed against the back of Keigo’s hand. His grip was firm.

“Touya.”

They shook hands like they were making some sort of business transaction. Touya’s pointer finger brushed against the inside of Keigo’s wrist as he let go. Whether intentional or not, it made Keigo’s heart beat faster. He was going to win over Touya one way or another. Even if it meant he had to eat shit on the pitch again.

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Wooing Touya was much more difficult than Keigo anticipated. The other student was hard to read and rarely laughed at Keigo’s quick witted jokes. He’d just raise an eyebrow or let out a dismissive snort which Keigo took as a laugh.

As far as conversation went, Touya never started any. They’d sat in silence for a good half hour the first time they went on a “date.” It was a little coffee shop down the street from the campus. Keigo insisted on paying for the drinks, practically preening as he brought Touya’s coffee over.

When Keigo had finally broken the awkward silence they fell into a conversation with no real direction. Keigo asked the typical questions to which Touya would give one worded replies.

Siblings? Three. Favorite food? Hot soba. Favorite drink? Black coffee. Alcohol preference? Whiskey. Favorite season? None. Favorite sex position? Next.

Keigo was a little disappointed Touya hadn’t answered his last question. But he rambled off his own answers for the questions. No siblings. Fried chicken. Condensed coffee. Beer. Spring. And reverse cowgirl.

Touya had rolled his eyes, but then surprised Keigo with the question, “So bottom then?”

Keigo had choked on his iced coffee a bit, coughing before finally saying, “Uh. Yeah. Usually.”

Touya had nodded and then leaned forward with a vulpine grin to say, “Sounds like we’re a good match. Oh, and it’s doggy style.”

Keigo had spent the rest of the outing trying to fend off seriously dirty thoughts. A good match? Doggy style? Touya just kept getting sexier, and Keigo kept getting klutzier. In his defense, Touya was very distracting. He had a couple habits Keigo had noticed during their dates that always caught Keigo’s attention.

Touya never sat fully still. He was always tapping his foot or fingers, seemingly restless all the time. Even standing he would shift his wight back and forth from one foot to the other. It was endearing for some reason. Touya’s habit of running his tongue along his bottom lip however, was not at all endearing.

Keigo would have to stop himself from staring when the tip of Touya’s tongue would start to poke out of his mouth. It happened when he was deeply focused on something, like his art. He’d let Keigo chill with him a few times while he completed assignments in the top floor of the art building. When Touya got really into a piece, his tongue would occasionally poke out the corner of his mouth, swiping along his lip as he’d walk back to get a better view of things. It seemed like it was subconscious, but it drove Keigo crazy.

Though Touya in general drove Keigo crazy. He found himself wanting to spend more and more time with Touya, even ditching practice a few times to go sit in the quiet art room and watch him work. There was something extremely calming about how Touya sketched. He was very detail oriented and used a ridiculous amount of different pencils to create pieces that Keigo could stare at for hours.

While Touya’s drawings were already beautiful to Keigo, Touya would always tell him these were just practice. Keigo didn’t understand what he meant and kept asking Touya what the finished product could possibly be since he felt the sketches were too good to be merely practice. Touya always told him he’d show him at some point, but Keigo got the feeling he wasn’t quite at that point in their friendship, relationship?

They’d been on established dates and were gradually spending more and more time together but had yet to define what they were. There was definitely flirting, especially on Keigo’s end. Touya would respond though, usually with an eye roll and a bump of his shoulder agains’t Keigo’s or by pulling Keigo’s baseball cap down over his eyes playfully. It was a nice dynamic and part of Keigo was nervous to try and make it something more.

He finally decided to shoot his shot one evening while they hung out in the art building after dinner, almost a usual routine at this point for Tuesday nights. Touya was working on a mid semester assignment that was a big portion of his grade, so Keigo had taken on the role of cheerleader and sustenance runner. It was coffee he was currently trying not to spill as he sprinted lightly up the stairs to the top floor.

He handed Touya his coffee as he took his usual seat near Touya’s feet as he worked. Touya was already immersed in the project as evidenced by the tip of his tongue poking out the right corner of his mouth. Keigo glanced up at the canvas, watching Touya add more charcoal to the depiction of a flame which covered the canvas.

It was a study in values, meaning the light and dark of the piece was the focus from what Keigo had gathered. There were no lines anywhere, just meticulous shading that somehow made a black and white representation of flames licking at the canvas. It was impressive and seeing the process from concept to final product was fascinating.

Touya downed his coffee in nearly one sip, holding the empty cup out for Keigo to take and toss into the trash can by the door. He gave himself a self five as the paper cup banked off the wall into the bin. He’d learned it was best if he was quiet while Touya worked. Distractions tended to throw him off and make him have to get into the right headspace all over again.

Nearly another hour passed and then finally Touya clapped his hands together, shaking off some of the charcoal on them, a telltale sign he was done. As some point Keigo had taken to leaning against Touya’s chair form his spot on the floor. It put his head level with Touya’s waist and in the perfect spot for Touya to drop his arm down and rest his hand atop Keigo’s head.

Keigo perked up at the touch. Touya had used him as an armrest a few times before, but it was the first time those long fingers were touching Keigo’s scalp. His heart nearly burst out of him as Touya’s fingers worked their way into Keigo’s messy locks. It wasn’t exactly a head massage, but it was intimate in a way Touya hadn’t touched him before.

Touya twirled a strand of Keigo’s hair between his fingers as he said, “Guess this is a good as it’s gonna get.”

Keigo tilted his head up slowly to look at the canvas, trying not to move Touya’s hand out of his hair. The piece was gorgeous. A white hot flame that looked as though it would burn if you were to touch it.

“You’re full of shit,” Keigo retorted, “This is amazing.”

Touya chuckled. His fingers slipped lower, lightly caressing the back of Keigo’s neck for a moment. It sent chills down Keigo’s spine and he decided it was now or never. He reluctantly stood up, causing Touya’s hand to leave the top of his head. Touya looked up at him, ever so slightly shorter from being perched on the chair.

“Hey, uh,” Keigo felt anxiety blooming in his chest, but he pressed on, “Now that your project’s done would you want to, uh. I mean we’ve been kinda skirting around, uh, you know, and I, uh…”

The words died in his throat as Touya laughed suddenly. It was a heavenly sound, an actual laugh that echoed through the small art studio. It was the first full laugh Keigo had ever gotten out of Touya. While he wanted to fist pump in triumph, the laugh had been at his attempt to have a romantic relationship with Touya.

His cheeks burned and he stuttered, “What’s so funny?”

Touya wiped a tear from the corner of his eye and stood up. Keigo crossed his arms moodily, waiting for an answer and purposefully not looking at Touya. Touya sighed and his fingers carded through Keigo’s hair again, coming to rest his hand at the back of Keigo’s neck. His other hand moved to cup Keigo’s face, moving it so

Touya could look at him properly.

Touya’s eyes were soft as he said, “You really are a birdbrain, Kei.”

Keigo’s stomach clenched. Touya had called him a nickname. He could feel his cheeks getting hot but then Touya’s lips were against his and it felt like time was standing still.

Touya’s lips were soft and warm. Keigo wanted to melt into the floor as Touya swiped his thumb over his cheek as he kissed him. There were little fireworks going off in Keigo’s mind, making it hard for him to reciprocate. Touya separated their lips for a moment and Keigo quickly grabbed Touya’s hoodie, yanking him back into a near bruising kiss.

They were both breathing a little harder when they finally separated. Keigo’s hair was messier than usual and there was the hint of a blush on Touya’s cheeks. Keigo felt drunk, floating on a cloud as he stayed pressed against Touya.

When they parted a bit another small laugh came from Touya. “Shit. I got charcoal on your face.”

“Huh?”

Keigo reached up to his cheek, pulling his fingers back to see gray smeared over them. He snorted, but didn’t make a move to wipe the smudge away.

“Maybe I should be your next art project…” he teased, smiling with his tongue between his teeth.

Touya smirked and tucked a strand of hair behind Keigo’s ear and Keigo continued, “You’re gonna draw me like one of your French girls, right?”

Touya laughed again, a sound that was quickly becoming Keigo’s favorite.

“Maybe,” Touya mused before picking up a charcoal pencil that was almost a nub, “But first you gotta buy me a new pencil.”

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Bring Me To My Knees

Summary: Pro Hero Dabi chases after his situationship with Talons only to fall right into his clutches.

DabiHawksWeek2024 Prompt One: Yandere

THIS WORK IS 18+ ONLY! TAGS BENEATH THE KEEP READING SECTION

Word Count: 2,275 words

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Tags: DabiHawks, heavy smut, DabiHawks Week 2024, yandere, hero!Dabi X villain!Hawks, swearing, enemies to lovers, forbidden love/secret relationship, praise k!nk, subt0p Dabi, Power b0ttom Hawks, light dom/sub, n33dles, sedatives for "kidnapping", light bdsm, light angst, making out, no aftercare, doomed lovers, explicit s3xual content

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Pro Hero Dabi curses under his breath as he stares out over the twilight skyline. He’d been trailing his on-again-off-again lover, S-tier villain: Talons, formerly known as Pro Hero Hawks before his defection. He stares out over downtown Musutafu, taking in the way the lights of the city glow and glitter in the darkness, sending shades of neon lights through the inky black and obliterating shadows. He could’ve sworn he saw the familiar figure in the sky, gliding through the cloud cover. He knew the shape of those crimson wings better than the back of his own hands. Touya sighs as he leans against the brick of the rooftop, squinting into the heavens as he chews his bottom lip. He would be in for an earful when he got home tonight; Mirko, his best friend and roommate, was gonna be pissed to no end that she didn’t get invited to go scouting. Something just told Touya that he needed to hunt for Talons tonight; he felt like he’d been being watched all week. He felt the villain’s presence; it was overbearing and unignorable. He needed answers. Talons was insufferable. He was dangerous. Most of all, he was alluring… intoxicating even. They had an unavoidable and undeniable connection…one that Touya loathed with a part of his soul. Talons was…sweet…well…he could be sweet. Touya had experienced real and raw intimacy with the villain…as cold-blooded and ruthless as he was. Keigo Takami had a soft spot for the eldest Todoroki son…at least…that’s what Touya believed. 

“The fuck are you, Takami?” Touya grumbles to himself, blue eyes glowing in the moonlight, looking for the shadow of his lover in the gloom. Nothing answers him but the empty silence…at least for a few minutes. 

“Isn’t it just beautiful, firefly?” Talons whispers, lips brushing Dabi’s ear, and the hero freezes up, chills curling in rivers down his spine. He didn’t even hear the villain land behind him, and now, Keigo Takami’s razor-sharp talons are dancing along the fabric at Touya’s hips, fingertips exploring as his hands slowly grip. 

“What the fuck are we doing, Keigo.” Touya’s question sounds like more of a statement, anxiety and uncertainty riddling his tone. 

“Whatever you want, baby,” The villain trills, a wide smirk plastered on his face, highlighting his glinting fangs. Touya feels Keigo’s teeth pressing into his neck and, the moment he gasps, he feels a needle in his arm, slowly pumping a sedative into his veins. Touya panics, realizing that he’s been duped as his vision starts to go blurry; his legs feel like jelly. 

“Let it happen, darling,” Keigo chuckles darkly, wrapping his arms around the hero to stop him from falling to his knees. It isn’t long before he goes limp in the villain’s arms. Touya’s eyelids flutter shut, and Keigo clicks his tongue as he peers at his face in the darkness.

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Touya slowly regains consciousness, head spinning and throat dry as he blinks his eyes open. The overpowering smell of Talons’ cologne fills his nostrils, the cinnamon scent coating his lungs and making him wistful. Touya’s hands and feet are tied with red silk rope, keeping him in a starfish position on a king-sized bed. The sheets are smooth and soft, and Touya’s body sinks into the mattress effortlessly. He cranes his neck, attempting to take in his unfamiliar surroundings; usually, they just hook up at Touya’s agency, Touya’s apartment, Talons’ club, or any regular alleyway. This…this place is different. The walls are painted a darkened shade of scarlet with black gothic accents swirling in columns along the corners of the walls. Touya’s blood runs cold when he turns to see Talons at the side of the bed, hovering over him with leering golden eyes. Touya feels like he’s practically undressing him with his intense gaze, staring at him like he’s prey ready to be devoured. 

“You gonna kill me?” Touya snaps, knowing full well he could unleash his Quirk and break free with ease.

“Finally decided to take you home. Felt like you deserved it,” Talons sneers, lips curling as he runs a hand through Touya’s snowy white hair. Touya almost flinches before Keigo gently scratches his scalp, washing relief over his body. Keigo knows all of his weak points, and he only uses them for Touya’s benefit. 

“Y’know kidnapping isn’t exactly romantic,” Touya slurs out, his tongue still feeling heavy from the sedative. 

“It’s not exactly kidnapping if the so-called captor is enjoying it,” Keigo teases, brushing a few strands of hair out of Touya’s face. Touya pulls against the ropes, but Talons tied them purposefully, and a devilish grin slowly spreads across his face. He climbs onto the bed, straddling Touya as he bends down and sweetly connects their lips. Touya’s breath catches in his throat as he kisses his lover back, falling under the villain’s spell almost immediately. 

“Missed you so much, firefly,” Keigo whispers into Touya’s mouth, his voice coming out husky and wanting. Touya’s heartbeat skips in his chest; he knows this is wrong, but he can’t get enough of it. 

“You finally gonna keep your favorite toy locked up?” Touya hums patronizingly, and Keigo runs his tongue around his fangs as he pulls back from the kiss. 

“We both know you can leave any time you want, princess,” Keigo rasps, his hand resting softly against Touya’s neck, thumb rubbing across his jugular. Touya gulps, his pulse drumming against the pads of Keigo’s fingers; Talons, power-drunk and aroused, lightly wraps his hand around Touya’s neck, squeezing just barely. 

“You are mine . My pretty little hero,” Talons croons, taking one of his sharpened claws and tracing Touya’s jawline. Touya practically crumbles, eyes widening and lip trembling. He’s choking on the want boiling in his veins. The first motion of Talons’ hips sends sparks across his vision; the villain drags their clothed cocks together, gently grinding with deliberation. 

“ Fuck ,” Touya groans, cheeks flushing as his erection grows in the pants of his Hero Suit. His body betrays his morals…if only the Commission knew. 

Keigo’s hands find their way to his utility belt, unhooking it and tossing it somewhere in the room. Touya grows desperate, skin smoking as the heat rises up to the surface, threatening to incinerate his bindings. 

“Lemme touch you,” Touya whines, eyes wide and pleading as he stares up at Talons. The villain smirks, and, in a single swift motion, slices the ropes with his feathers. Touya practically leaps up, arms wrapping around Keigo as he crashes their lips together in an amorous kiss. The last of the sedative seeps out of his system, processing with his Quirk as the lines in his Hero Suit start to glow brilliant cerulean. Touya’s hands roam Keigo’s back, finding the cutouts in his leotard where the muscles in his shoulder blades practically bulge out, grabbing tense flesh like his life depends on it. Keigo’s fingers find the zipper in Touya’s jacket, yanking it down and exposing his soft pecs. Touya nearly cries out when he feels Keigo’s calloused hands massaging. Who knew a few weeks was enough to make him a sniveling mess for Talons to touch him. A few weeks without feeling his strong embrace. A few weeks without his lips on his skin. A few weeks without his arch nemesis making him see stars. 

“Fuck…you’re so hot,” Talons groans, pulling away from Touya’s spit-slicked lips to drag his tongue down his neck. Touya clings to his lover, mouth hanging open and breaths coming out labored as he focuses on Talons’ fangs sinking into his flesh. His cock throbs, aching as Talons grinds down on him, pulling moan after moan from Touya’s throat. Feathers swirl and surround them, twisting and curling to pull off their clothes, taking care not to rip like they tend to. Low rumbles vibrate in their throats once the raw sensation of skin-to-skin contact hits the lovers. 

“Want you…,” Touya breathes, pausing before the words leave his lips in a rush, “Wanna be inside you.” 

Talons pulls back from the kiss, eyelids growing heavy before he starts aggressively kissing Touya again. So far, Touya’s been the one getting fucked during their trysts. A change of pace sounds…fun isn’t the right word. Whatever it is, it seems suitable that Keigo’s first time bottoming is in his own bed. He’s already prepped for it, waiting for Touya to make a move. Their hands roughly caress one another and Keigo pushes Touya down onto the bed, hands squeezing his shoulders with more attention than a fuckbuddy but with the hastiness of a hookup. 

Keigo drags his bare erection against Touya’s leaking cock, and the hero’s toes curl, back arching as his hands drop from Keigo’s back, turning to fists in the silk sheets. The villain keeps grinding, dicks sliding against one another, slick and rock-hard as the men pant. Gracefully, Keigo rises up, positioning himself so Touya’s tip lines up with his hole. 

“God, Kei ,” Touya moans lewdly, swallowing the urge to buck his hips and slip inside as feathers squeeze cold lube on his cock. Keigo grins suavely, noting his twitching muscles before he begins to lower himself down. Talons gasps softly as Touya presses inside, eyelids fluttering as Dabi’s length stretches his walls, tenderly working him open. 

The white-haired hero bites his bottom lip, muffled curses threatening to tumble out as Talons takes him all the way inside, sitting fully flush in Touya’s lap.  

Touya sighs, staring up at Talons…at the way the lights halo around him…so sexy and angelic and ethereal as he looms over him. The villain stares at the hero with such reverence it should be blasphemous. 

“Y’know,” Keigo grunts as he bends down so their lips are inches apart, “I’d tear the whole damn world down for you, Touya.”

Touya crumbles; he still can barely handle the feeling of being wanted so viscerally.

Their lips lock, messy and rushed and absolutely over-the-top. It’s like he’s trying to steal the breath from Touya’s lungs as the hero’s hands tangle in dirty blonde locks, gripping and pulling as the soft sounds of lovemaking filter through the air. A thousand unspoken “I love yous” threaten to spill from their lips like forbidden sins, silent and terrified, yet so cacophonous through sounds and actions. Touya breaks the kiss first, head tilting back with a gasp of pleasure as his hands drop down to rest at the villain’s waist. He twitches with a strangled cry as he starts bucking his hips, fucking into Keigo as he bounces up and down; the friction is electric, and Touya knows he’s not gonna last long. 

“Easy,” Talons huffs, hands squeezing Touya’s pecs as subtle wisps of smoke rise from the hero’s body. “Breathe, baby. Don’t catch fire now.”

Touya slows his rhythm, closing his eyes for an embarrassing moment to clear his mind. The last thing he wants is to turn those beautiful wings to ash…or ruin the mood. He feels the flames within ebb and subside, and, before he can open his eyes, Keigo’s mouth is on him once again. Touya hums into the kiss, desperate and deep, focusing on the tight heat of Keigo wrapped around him. 

“You feel so fucking good, Touya,” Keigo mumbles between kisses, making Touya’s eyes roll back into his head at the praise. 

“Such a good boy,” Keigo repeats over and over, letting the words stick in Touya’s head, dragging through and obliterating anything else. Touya’s movements become haphazard as he sloppily thrusts into Keigo’s guts, wanton moans pouring from his mouth, jaw slack and forehead sweaty. It isn’t long before the familiar coils of pleasure stir in the pit of his stomach, but he’s determined to make Keigo break first. Touya sits up, rocking his hips as his hands wrap around the villain’s pulsing cock. Talons swallows a whimper as Touya bites into his neck, and, suddenly, his orgasm comes rushing through his body all at once, painting Touya’s abdomen. The moment Touya feels the warm splash and the spasm of Keigo’s body, his whole body shudders, and he empties into his lover with a low groan. The two cling to one another, the room silent save for their ragged breathing. Touya, as usual, is the one to break the quiet.

“I’d...I’d do anything… for you.”

“Except join the cause,” Keigo bites, bitter even in the afterglow. Touya’s fingers twitch against the crimson feathers. Their bliss is polluted with those damning words…the inexcusable truth. Touya’s heart feels like a stone in his chest, weighing on his soul as he holds the life that he can never allow himself to have. He collapses on his back on the bed, staring up at Talons as the villain slowly lifts off. Keigo sighs as he manages to stagger to his feet to get dressed, climbing off Touya and leaving him feeling empty. Before the hero can say anything else, he tenses up, feeling a needle in his arm once again. Feathers push the sedative back into his system.

“Sorry, babe. But I can’t have you finding me. I’m the one that finds you ,” Talons murmurs as he looks over his shoulder, making eye contact with Touya’s broken-hearted expression. The hero can’t speak, and his vision is starting to go in and out. He feels a warm rag cleaning the come off his stomach, and he can barely make out Keigo attempting to dress him through the flashes of his vision. The last thing he remembers is Keigo whispering into his ear:

“We’ll see each other again, firefly. You’re the drug I can’t quit.”

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DabiHawks Week Day 3: Mecha AU

From the fic: Level Up chapter 3: I've never seen anybody rage quite as hard as you by TheyCallMeBol

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Dabihawks week Day 6: redraw a meme

Yes, that's the only way to cope with the recent manga events