#thread: hawk

[sorarushesin]

WHERE: The Clinic WHO: Hawk (@ghostsbrokenbyfairytales)

Sora shifted in the seat he was in, Phoenix had told him to go and get his arms checked out after some spicy water got on them while working. It was a little easier to be around him, easier to just think of him as his boss rather than his uncle. Meetings with Hawk had mostly been one on one, keeping them both from being overwhelmed but with the geyser they'd both been busy with work. When he came out, he gave him a sheepish smile, "Uh...hey, Captain sent me for a check up on my arms...I can wait for whoever, get it if you're like super busy right now, you know?"

[firecaptainphoenix]

WHERE: Fire Station WHO: Hawk ( @crazedhatesoul)

Phoenix gave DJ a nod, the two men already getting to work helping people get settled for the night. He'd also asked him to double check any locked door and windows. He's not risking a repeat of recent events, not with both their kids here too. Handing off the last blanket from his pile he spots a familiar frame, "Hawk? Jesus, I'm glad to see you," he says, has his arms up to reach for him before dropping them shifting unsure. Not knowing what else to do he punches him on the shoulder, and gives Hobbes a nod in greeting. "I uh...sorry I didn't see Matt in the chaos, but he's pretty spry for a brit. Sure he's fine."

[firecaptainphoenix]

"Listen the family brain cells had to go somewhere, you're the most likely candidate," Phoenix said shrugging, needing the laugh as much as Hawk did. If for nothing else to have someone who also seemed to just as freaked about it. As Hawk explained his thoughts Phoenix nodding along, "Me too," he grumbled, "But he listens to you, even if you don't believe it. Just let me know what I can do and when, I'll follow you're lead on this one."

hawk chuckled. "you think i do too? i may have went to medical school but there ain't anythin' medical related that i can explain about that freak thing in the sky." he shook his head with a laugh, it was easier to joke about it than it was to admit how freaked out it really had him.

he sighed and nodded, "it'd fuck him up more most likely, we don' exactly have the shit here to help someone who's goin' through withdrawals." hawk paused and took another long sip from his drink to try and think on that question. "honestly? he needs the medication for his knee. it very clearly was helpin' him get around a hell of a lot easier but it's one of those things if he starts over usin' again he's gonna have to quit completely. i'm just hopin' it doesn' come to that point."

[hokusu]

#DabiHawks Sleepy holiday Hawks

Hawks doesn't take days off, of course not. But that doesn't mean the bird inside of him doesn't yearn to hibernate in the winters, when his limbs grow heavier and the weather turns colder.

Especially nearing the sleepy days of year end, when the world seems to hum in a slow post-Christmas haze and pre-New Year festivities. The streets are quiet and low with energy, like everyone is taking it easy.   

And Hawks would agree as he makes his rounds of patrol, a bundle of red wrapped around his neck and his face buried in the soft of its wool. If he's not careful, he'll doze off in midair. 

So maybe, when the snow begins to fall and the last hour of his patrol rolls around, he'll start heading home early. Shoot off a few feathers to fly through the city and complete his patrol for him instead.

He knows if anything really happened, he'd fly there in no time, but for now... just this once... he's going to cheat a little.

When he lands on the floorboards of his balcony and slides open the doors to a warm house by no other than his very own heater, he doesn't feel bad at all.

Not when a sleepy body lazes against his couch like he was made for it, a pile of pillows propped against his back and a throw blanket thrown askew. That thought turns something warm inside of him whenever he thinks about just months ago, no one ever used that couch. Nothing more than a piece of furniture growing cold. But now... the eyes from the couch follows his movements and murmurs in amusement, "Aren't you home a little early?"

Hawks puffs his cheeks as he shuts the door and shakes the chill from his wings, pulling the scarf off his neck. "I don't know what you mean."

"My, am I a bad influence on you?"

Hawks exhales a laugh. "What, coming home early is where you draw the line? Too much for villains?"

"You're a workaholic," Dabi replies flatly.

"And I'm sleepy," Hawks replies back matter-of-fact. Like that has ever stopped him before. "Birds are made to hibernate." 

Dabi's laughter rumbles low in the back of his throat as Hawks peels his fluffy coat off his shoulders and shuffles himself forward, until the cold of his wings brush up against Dabi and Dabi stops lazing on the couch to make room for him. But Dabi tuts at him. "Shower first. You won't get up, once you sit."

Hawks isn't the only one who thinks about the changes in the last few months. Dabi does too, and thinks about how strange it is that he knows all of Hawks' tendencies now. That the little Keigo in him that grew up becoming a germaphobe means that sometimes, he's just that—a delicate little bird. Dabi remembers the first time he trekked into Hawks' home, boots and all and Hawks had stared at the beige of his carpet the entire time, discomfort rippling through his wings as his feathers picked up every speck of dirt that had come inside.

Dabi had never done it again. And he knows better now, that Hawks hates dirtying up his home. That includes, when his golden eyes shine with the desire to be comfortable, but knows he's too dirty for his couch after an entire day of heroics.

Hawks sighs as his wings droop just by the edges, just centimeters from climbing on to the couch. "I know," he breathes. "But you look so comfortable."

Dabi hums, running a heated hand through his wings as he makes to get up from his comfortable pile. Only Hawks can ever get a lazing Dabi to get up. "Come on birdie, we can laze around after."

Dabi drags him off to the showers and Hawks, doesn't need to say it, but he's grateful all the same.

And when they're both freshly cleaned from as hot as the water will go, steam emitting from the bathroom and fogging all the mirrors, Dabi will drag an even sleepier Hawks back onto the couch as promised, the lazy night just before the new years settling in.

"You gonna nap until the new year?" Dabi teases, as Hawks settles against his arms, the faux fur of their throw wrapped snugly around him and the pillows piled next to him.

"If only," Hawks mumbles with a yawn.

He'll get up again for tomorrow, he'll complete his heroics through the eve and new years. He knows that, but for now... he'll take a sleepy night in like the rest of the city.

[moregraceful]

wait the dubs game tonight was against the mavericks...macklin and wsmith out there watching klay vs steph...no way wsmith knows the Narrative he's too down deep in new england but macklin was IN those trenches.....do you think he looked at will and promised himself it wouldn't end like that between the two of them. do you think he looked at will and then down at the court, and then back at will and told himself, with all the anxiety of youth, that no matter what happened, him and will would never end the way klay and steph did...that he'd look to his right and will would always be there no matter what

[cringefailkralie]

does the yelp review incident imply that demetri is a callout post maker

[biancadavri]

justice for my man Dougal Gavorn honestly 🫡 All he did was Nobly trying to scam a rich asshole (Hawke) but oOoooOOOooh Bioware just HAD to take a hard stance against that

[thesupernaturalhouse]

Hello! With the hawk feather au, do you think Emily will end up falling? Cause at this point I feel like all it would take is a particularly bad outburst or two from Sera for Emily to say screw it and hurl herself out of heaven. At least that way she won’t have to be confronted with the horrors of it all.

Honestly, to me? Yeah, I think she would end up falling in the au

Now it just depends on how, does Sera end up causing her out? The elder angles? Does she fall herself? Honestly, all of them are equal possibilities

Thoughhh, the elder angles using Emily as a scape goat for why the exorcists 'ran off' and stuff is an interesting possibility

(@sunsetcougar)

[shieracarter]

Nighthawk and Cinnamon in Superman (2023) #9

[visceralprayers]

hawk hadn't totally registered what happened, not really, she'd been silent since they left the hall, and only now did her steps linger when she saw one of sol's men moving around the home of her boyfriend. their home, she supposed. she blinked a couple times, then looked down at the bloodied dog tags in her hand. people died all the time. she knew this. she'd lost many people, this was no different.

[fan-dweeb]

Hawks: Bro people are shipping us together

Dabi: To where? Do I need to kill them??

[sorarushesin]

WHERE: Huntsville Clinic WHO: Hawk (@ghostsbrokenbyfairytales)

Sora was following after Phoenix, after having spent the night at the Fire Station with him and Dahlia. He had his hands stuffed in his pockets and was gnawing nervously at his lower lip. The run down he'd been given had been enough to almost send him into a panic attack, thankfully he had his medication in his bag at the time. Phoenix had gone with him on his motorcycle come morning, proving there was no way out which had almost sent him into another panic.

Now here they were, having spent the night explaining who he was and why he was in town. Phoenix cleared his throat making Sora glance at him before the man nodded with his head at an office door with the label Dr.Romero-Walker on it. Swallowing he managed a smile for Phoenix, who gave him an encouraging one back. Walking in he gave a nervous wave to Hawk, "Uh...hi. I'm uh...I'm Sora...um, Mrs. Cruz-Dutton said she called ahead to let you know I was coming?" He doesn't think she mentioned why, but that was partially because Sora wanted to tell him himself. "Uh so...this might be kind of crazy...but um. So my mom said my bio dad's name is Hawk Romero...so unless there's another one in the family, I guess that means it's you. So, uh hi?"

[firecaptainphoenix]

WHERE: Fire Station 69 (eyyyy) WHO: Hawk Romero (@crazedhatesoul)

Phoenix finished washing his hands, he and Dahlia had moved Matt as gently as they could to one of the beds that had once been used by the station members to sleep. They'd converted long ago the garage into a makeshift medical area, considering they didn't need to have the vehicles inside all the time. Together with Dahlia they'd managed to clean up most of the mess that had been made in patching up Matt.

All that was left was inventory and putting away the extra supplies. Hearing the door that led from the sleeping area swing open, he spotted Hawk walking in. Glancing at Dahlia she gave him a reassuring squeeze on the arm before walking past Hawk, mumbling about checking on their patient. "Hey um...you got enough gauze at home? You could take some from here just to save you any trips...or we could grab anything to do a drop off if you want."

[thedaddycomplex]

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[draphrawrites]

Dabihawks Domestic Doofuses Pt 2

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Originally posted June 3rd, 2021

Keigo wouldn’t actually yeet Dabi’s first aid stuff for his cologne collection, but Dabi seems to have this weird idea that Keigo is vain and self-centered.

So, Keigo plays into it a bit.

“And you need your wings preened daily... why?” Dabi asks, running his warm fingers through Keigo’s feathers in firm, smooth strokes. Keigo’s eyes roll back, but he keeps his voice even despite his chin being smushed into a pillow.

“Commission standards,” he gets out.

“And those standards entail..?” Dabi pries, actually sounding curious.

They’re laid out on the bed with Keigo’s left wing draped like a blanket across Dabi’s lap. The villain is sitting cross-legged, his long fingers combing through Keigo’s wings for the third time this week.

It’s only Monday.

Dabi doesn’t seem to mind. It’s almost like it’s as relaxing to him as it is to Keigo. 

‘Almost’ being the operative word here. Keigo’s bones feel melted and his muscles have unbound from years of clinging to each other in stress-induced desperation.

In short, Keigo’s never been a puddle before, but he’s pretty sure he’s on his way. 

“Pretty for the public,” he eventually replies to Dabi’s query. “That’s the standard. Beat up is acceptable too, but only after a fight. And only if I won the fight.”

Full sentences are getting harder for Keigo the more Dabi warms his hands. Then he notices them getting a bit TOO warm. 

“Dabi?” He asks, peeking over his shoulder to look at the villain. Dabi’s expression is stony. 

“Only pretty or in pain,” he repeats. “That’s fucked up.”

Keigo grimaces. He hadn’t meant for it to sound that way, even if it was true. Mostly he’d wanted an excuse for Dabi to preen him more often because it felt amazing. If Dabi thought it was for pretty privilege reasons, he could bitch about it.

If he thought it was a manipulation or abuse on the Commission’s end, though... that could spell trouble. For both the Commission and Keigo’s daily preening sessions. 

“It’s nothing outside the norm, you know...” he mutters quietly. “Lots of celebrities are required to keep certain standards.”

“Who told you being beat to shit was an acceptable standard?” Dabi growls low in his chest. Keigo can feel the anger practically vibrating through his feathers. Oddly, he feels touched. Dabi getting protective of him is... kinda hot.

New, too. Their arrangement thus far has been moving into scarily domestic territory, wherein affection and teasing are more the norm than aggression and sarcasm. Actual protective instincts though? That’s new. Normal Dabi would tell him ‘you’re the one with a thousand knives strapped to your back. You can handle yourself.’

So, call Keigo a little curious about this new turn of events. He arches an eyebrow at Dabi and contemplates how he wants to answer.

“It’s not like anyone told me it was ‘okay’ or anything,” he says slowly.

“More like I was congratulated for good work by my media relations team after a hard fight. If I was looking less than my best without a fight involved, I’d usually get a politely-worded email reminding me of public perception.”

Dabi absorbs that for a moment, idly stroking Keigo’s feathers. “No looking tired or pissed?” He muses. “I really would’ve made a shitty hero then.”

Keigo’s not sure he was meant to hear that last bit, but he does and it makes him blink.

“I think you would have made a good hero,” he counters, surprised to realize he means it. Dabi looks down at him in disbelief.

“Why the fuck would you think that?” he asks, voice sounding almost strangled. Keigo winces, hoping he hasn’t just poked a nerve.

“You’re passionate about taking down false heroes,” he says delicately. “Unwavering, really. And you fight even when the odds are stacked against you.” Before he can stop himself, he’s sitting up so he can face Dabi - more examples spilling from his lips unchecked.

“You pretend not to care for the League, but they all look to you when their own convictions waver. And they come to you when they need help.” Dabi tries to protest, but Keigo isn’t finished.

“You’re also really good with your quirk, even if it hurts you. Not many people have both power and control while knowing their limits, but I’ve seen you fight. You know exactly how much you can do before you have fall back. I know a lot of heroes who could use a little less ego and a little more sense like that.”

Dabi stares at him with wide eyes, mouth hanging slightly open. Then he forces himself to laugh.

“That ‘control’ was learned the hard way, in case you hadn’t noticed,” he says wryly, gesturing to himself. “Unless they’re giving out awards for not wanting any more fucking burns.”

Keigo tilts his head thoughtfully. “That’s fair. It doesn’t mean that knowing your limits and following them isn’t a rare trait, though.” He shrugs when Dabi looks at him. “Forty-two percent of hero fatalities come from heroes biting off more than they can chew.”

Dabi is quiet for a moment longer before he jerks his chin, indicating Keigo to lay back down. He does, hoping that the surprisingly serious talk hasn’t killed the laid-back mood. But Dabi just resumes stroking through his feathers, smoothing out the vanes as he goes.

The silence stretches for so long, in fact, that Keigo is almost dozing by the time Dabi speaks again.“And how long before you bite off more than you can chew?”

Keigo blinks, heart beating harder inside his chest, not wanting to think about it. Not wanting to acknowledge that he’d already done so when he decided to play house with a villain, knowing it could only end in some kind of betrayal. Either of his career or the guy he bullies into making pancakes for him.

“Well, I’ll just have to trust that you and your common sense will set me straight, I guess,” he says, snuggling deeper into Dabi’s lap. The villain hums in response, his fingers simply playing with Keigo’s feathers now, seemingly lost in thought. 

Keigo lets Dabi drift, his own thoughts returning to how much easier this would be if Dabi were a hero. And how much he meant it when he said Dabi had the potential. It niggles at him. The realization that Dabi could have been in the same boat as Keigo. The standard of ‘pretty or pained’ combined by virtue of his appearance. 

It bothers him, he realizes. To have those standards applied to Dabi. To think of him getting those stupid emails because he looked tired.

Maybe, Keigo thinks, leaning further into Dabi’s warmth. Maybe Dabi’s right.

Maybe it is fucked up.

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[fereldensheroesa]

@nightsongs didn't ask for a Marie, but gets one.

The woman's fingers tapped against her knee as she watched the bustle within the Gallows. Every day, refugees. Every day, more restrictions on mages. Marie-Jeanne Valet didn't quite know how to pull away from it. How to relax. She sat there, fletching arrows with practiced hands, listening carefully.