#DabiHawks

Being held hostage should piss Dabi off.

And it definitely does, just probably not as much as it should.

And that annoys him more than the feather currently holding him down. Waking up in an unknown place is never 𝘨𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵, but there are definitely worse places to wake up in than a large bed with too many pillows.

It doesn't take a genius to figure out where he is. The bright red, very annoying feather on his chest was an obvious clue.

#DabiHawks

Hawks knows there are people out there that have it worse than him as far as soulmates go. He's read up on the statistics. It's not always romantic. A horrifying amount of people end up with someone who hurts them. It's more of a bond despite the more popular, catchier term. It's all about the impact someone will have in your life. And the large hand marked into the back of his neck looks pretty impactful.

There's no instruction manual to these kinds of things.

#DabiHawks

“What did you do?” Dabi's voice is murmured, not loud enough to be properly heard.

Hawks still curls further into himself, face pressed into Dabi's thigh hard enough to hurt. Dabi's hand hovers over his hair, not quite touching yet as he figures out the best way to go about this.

He’s only seen this once before and suffice to say Hawks had not wanted him anywhere near.

Now…

#DabiHawks

Touya can tell Keigo's staring at him over his phone.

Even so his fingers twitch to fix the blankets currently wrapped around the impossibly small egg that now takes up the center of their bed between them. Though if Touya were to ask Keigo's opinion, he probably wouldn't have classified the shape anywhere near small.

“Don't say it,” Touya says before Keigo can open his mouth. “I already know.”

He can feel Keigo's amusement without even turning to look at him.

#DabiHawks

Hawks has a thing about shiny things.

Not all the time obviously. It wouldn't do for him to get distracted when he's patrolling. He can control himself.

It's not like Hawks ever stops. His mind is always going, always sharp and alert. It takes a lot to slow him down. But when he does and the fatigue catches up to him, well…

It's really fucking unfortunate that Dabi is so eye catching.

Contrary to what the general public think they know about him, Hawks is not very familiar with hookup culture.

#DabiHawks

There's nothing more alarming than waking up and not knowing where you are or how you got there.

At least that's what Dabi thinks before he moves and feels something soft run across his chest. His very naked chest. His senses come back online all at once, and he just barely stops himself from falling out of the bed that he's in.

He's on the very edge, one leg out of the covers, a very familiar feathered appendage now blanketing his lap.

#DabiHawks #Deaged

Fine was a relative term. Especially when it came to anything concerning Hawks.

But Hawks had definitely been fine the last time Dabi had seen him. He'd said as much himself. And there was no reason to believe otherwise. Even if Hawks had only been a fraction of his usual height, lacking every hard angle Dabi had come to familiarize himself with, replaced by a softness that made it hard for Dabi to look at him.

#DabiHawks

"You owe me 3000 yen," Hawks says way too easily considering he's resting his head on Dabi's chest.

Dabi scoffs. "Anything over 1500 and you're ripping me off." The hotel Hawks took them too is nice, but not 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 nice. Not that Dabi had any intention of paying for his half.

Hawks hums. "Your idea, your room," he responds.

Dabi doubts Hawks actually wants him to pay him back. He just says shit sometimes, either to be annoying or because he can't stand to not hear the sound of his own voice

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Hawks is a weird guy.

Not that Dabi has much room to talk, but…

"What are you doing?"

The lump resting at the foot of Dabi's bed doesn't so much as stir.

Dabi sighs. Hawks had made himself at home, dragging Dabi's pillows and sheets off the bed to spread them out on the floor. Dabi can hardly see the blonde tufts of Hawks' hair sticking out the top with how buried he is under fabrics.

#DabiHawks

The League thinks they're fucking.

And, honestly, Dabi is content to let them keep thinking that.

Because if makes a hell of a lot more sense than what's actually happening. Hawks likes to sprawl. And because of the large appendages he has on his back, it usually means he's on top.

His hair is a mess, obscuring his face in a halo of spun gold and tickling Dabi's face. Hawks also drools when he's exhausted.

#DabiHawks #Mpreg

"You okay?"

Hawks shifts, uncomfortable even in his seated position. His brows knit together, looking down at the well worn shirt he'd taken ownership of after he'd cut slits into the back for his wings. Dabi must not have been that annoyed because he stopped bitching at Hawks about it by the second week.

"Yeah." He smooths down the baggy shirt until he can press his palm against the worst of the ache.

#DabiHawks #ProHeroTouya

Touya had thought they'd been on the same page. That he'd hinted just enough to be obvious about his intentions without giving everything away.

Keigo had said he wanted to spend the rest of his life with him.

And he'd still said no. The ring weighs down his pocket, heavy like the stone that's been sitting in Touya's stomach since his failure of a proposal.

He breathes out, arms resting on the railing of their balcony.

#DabiHawks ⚠

Hawks isn't quite sure how he made it back to his apartment.

He knows he must have flown? Walked? But he honestly can't remember.

The fact that Dabi is there yelling at him doesn't help.

"What were you fucking thinking!" Hawks can honestly say he wasn't thinking much at all. His head hurts. The palm of his hand goes to touch the stinging on his temple, but he's stopped by Dabi's fingers wrapping themselves tightly around his wrist.

#DabiHawks

Dabi doesn't get it.

Hawks' wings keep making this weird back and forth motion, nothing too obvious at first, but hard to miss now that Dabi's noticed it.

And Dabi's not bird savvy enough to figure out what it means. He 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸𝘴 it means something. He just hasn't quite figured out what that is just yet.

At first he figures it's one of Hawks tells.

Dabi was almost delighted when he'd come to that conclusion, finally able to pinpoint when the Hawks was lying to him.

#DabiHawks

"Come on, baby."

There's the tinkling of keys again that's been driving Touya crazy the past 2 weeks.

Keigo makes a little cooing noise when Kyou looks up in his direction, immediately crawling towards him. "One day that's going to stop working," Touya says, stretching out completely now that Keigo's vacated the couch.

"No she won't," Keigo says a little too knowingly, settling himself on his knees and bringing the object of Kyou's attention a little closer to her.

#DabiHawks #ProHeroTouya #Mpreg

Touya has a missed call from Hawks. The third missed call this week.

He gets that it's been a while, but Hawks had never been particularly clingy. Touya liked that about him. The fact that they could go weeks without seeing eachother and have no hard feelings.

Hawks wasn't exactly hounding him, but it was definitely enough that, despite his busy schedule of patrols and paperwork, Touya made time for a night in Hawks' bed.

Or at least that was the plan.

"What the hell is this?"

#DabiHawks ⚠

Dabi knows what kind of person it takes to be able to look at his face during sex and not immediately recoil.

It's a special kind of crazy that Dabi has only ever made the mistake of indulging a handful of times and never with anyone he couldn't immediately kill if things went awry.

He sizes Hawks up, taking in the slightly shorter stature and almost dainty looking ankles. His feathers are certainly flammable, Dabi burned through enough of them in warning to have figured that one out.

#DabiHawks #Deaged

Hawks has made a nest under Dabi's bed.

There's literally nothing else it could be; a collection of ratty blankets and soft, worn fabrics tucked into the corner where Dabi's bed meets the wall.

And Dabi's going to give him so much shit for it. When he's no longer looking at Dabi like that with those big ass eyes of his and when he's grown past three feet tall again.

Why Hawks thought to come here like this Dabi's still trying to work out. He must've still been, well... Hawks when he arrived. 𝘏𝘪𝘴 Hawks.

#DabiHawks #ABO ⚠

Hawks doesn't act like your typical Omega.

Not that it's hard to picture him as one. He's certainly pretty enough to be one, it's just… everything else that makes Dabi forget sometimes. Submissive is not a word he would ever use to describe Hawks. Hawks doesn't bend unless he wants to and even then he makes Dabi work for it. Smiling so wide and pretty like it's some kind of game to him. It keeps foreplay interesting, if nothing else.

#DabiHawks ⚠

"So…"

Hawks doesn't bother pretending to be startled. He'd heard Dabi long before he'd entered his borrowed room. They're past the point of Hawks needing all the theatrics.

"What'd he do?" He'd known Dabi would come looking for him after he left. That's not what gives Hawks pause. It's the question. It's not the "Why" he'd been expecting.

His posture remains relaxed, gaze steady instead of averted, trying not to give Dabi too much reason to look any closer.

#Dabihawks #Kidfic

"Where's Touya?"

Keigo blinks as Shouto barges into their home, not even sparing him a glance.

"Hi, Kiego. Hi,Shouto, by all means come in. Thank you, Keigo; how has the new baby been? Well it's been an adjustment but thank you for asking." Shouto only rolls his eyes at Keigo's theatrics.

Teenagers are so rude.

"He's in our bedroom." He answers, scratching the back of his head and working his fingers through some tangles. The slight pain keeps him awake at least.