04 Dec 2020
Tokoyami walked into Hawks office to bid him goodnight (and advise him to sleep as well) when he stopped dead in his tracks. His heart skipped a beat before pounding double time.
His mentor was sleeping peacefully on the couch, facing the back with his wings slumped towards the floor. Being used as a lap pillow and gently running his hand through the number two hero's hair, was Dabi.
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22 Jun 2021
21 Feb 2021
Hawks knew that he was getting in too deep, knew that his gaze lingered a little too long on Dabi but it was nothing. It was just a crush, just lust.
At least it was, until he finds his lungs filling with petals and blood and suddenly he realises that his 'crush' is going to kill him.
08 Jun 2021
Eraserhead hadn’t meant to catch Dabi. He’d been minding his own business, shopping with Hizashi, Shinsou and Eri without bothering anyone, just doing normal civilian things. So how was it now that the infamous arsonist was hit by a sleep quirk not only in the same area, but also at the same time, as him? There was no logic in that. Someone just liked tormenting him.
Because now he was accidentally seeing the villain’s memories and they weren’t exactly what you would expect for a heartless, insane, A ranked murderer. To start with, why the hell was he dancing with Hawks in so many of them?
Featuring Hawks' bad cooking, Fuyumi's pent up anger at being forced to do Touya's house jobs since he died, Hawks' bird traits and dadzawa.
13 Apr 2021
Vigilante Touya gets scouted by a hero agency, because apparently the world can't just leave him alone. He takes the job. Then Eraserhead starts trying to talk to him, and Hawks does talk to him, and he really, really, just wants to be left alone.
And then he qualifies for the intern program. Because of-fucking-course he does.
18 May 2021
“What’s the matter, baby?” Flashing his best smile, Hawks fervently hopes the metallic taste on his tongue doesn’t mean there’s also blood leaking through the cracks of his teeth. "You don’t think I look pretty like this?”
Against all odds, Dabi does not follow their usual script. Does not lunge to light his ass up with blue flame while he’s too weak to even stand, or kick him in the stomach where he’s so, so, so stupidly exposed that he’s hurting.
Instead, Dabi’s warm breath ruffles a few strands of Hawks’ messy hair (and if that doesn’t kick Hawks’ poor heart into a gear that can not be healthy) when he murmurs, all too earnest and all too quiet, “No, birdie. Not like this.”
Alternatively, when the Commission beats Hawks down, Dabi is there to pick up the pieces.