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I love how in every universe touya still has that wack ass coat

@atlaas0 YOU HAVE MY HEART ❤️(´□｀;)

this was shoutos dream :') my shaylaaa

also not sure if touya would have scars

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What all might needs to say to endeavor ASAP

i have so many grievances with Hawks' character in general. The fact that his "happy ending" wasn't even that happy. Us not getting more interactions between him and the League + other characters. Him mostly being reduced to an Endeavor support character 😭 the list goes on. he had SM potential and it all got WASTED !!!

This was canon btw it's a panel redraw💔

this was shoutos dream :') my shaylaaa

also not sure if touya would have scars

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refreshing my memory of my art style after months with fem! shiggy …

#DabiHawks Thinking about Hawks posting a snapshot of his hand holding purple scarred ones to his socials with matching bracelets on April 1st.

Multiple outcries break out:

1. The public has only ever seen Hawks with gloves on before & yet here is a clearly defined naked wrist decked only in trademark Hawks jewlery and a blue bracelet

2. Is that red bracelet against those scars and staples notorious villain Dabi's hand?

And finally,

3. Surely that's not a relationship going public... right? Right? It's gotta be an April fools joke.

The joke isn't really a joke, even with Dabi's raised brow at the antic that he's pulled, the lazy drawl of, 'And what of your reputation, little bird?' that he throws behind the pretense of uncare.

Hawks hides a smile against his skin, face burried against Dabi's neck and all the warmth and smoke that he inhales. It's so cute when Dabi pretends not to care, when he does always care—so, so much. Maybe he fooled him once before, twice, but never again.

Hawks brushes it off, mouths a kiss against his jawline, careful fingers pulled across his back as he pulls him closer, and exhales out a laugh, breathlessly hot against his ears, the promise that he's got it all under control.

"Nothing to worry about, hot stuff," Hawks murmurs, like he sees right through him, the brush of his wings encasing him too. Like this is all part of some plan.

So who is Dabi to complain about being claimed for the world to see by Hawks himself, when the most eligible bachelor of Japan has him all wrapped around his feathers?

He's never shied away from attention, he's not about to start now.

The aftermath never really settles. The drama, the mystery, the uproar never answered. Hawks dodges a real answer in the way he does best — the glint of his eyes bright and full of mischief, charming little smile against his lips as he tilts his head and hums like he himself doesn't have the answer.

"I wonder," he muses, every time he's asked—does he have a boyfriend? Is he taken? Is it, against every impossibility, Dabi?

Hawks laughs his way through every reporter and scheduled interview, the joke that isn't a joke, that he carries on and no one can ever tell if he's serious, if he's just hard set on selling the joke.

But this is Hawks' persona too, always has been, so there's no fault they can find with him. No further evidence, no signs that point them to any truth.

And if every "What's on the agenda today, Hawks?" that turns into a curl of a grin and "Dabi" as an answer, that's just his little secret that the public has to speculate on, the meaning of Dabi's name thrown around.

They almost expect, any day now, for the villain Dabi to come around and reclaim his name, to set them all on fire—the joke on them.

But whatever it is meant to happen, whatever pro-hero Hawks throwing Dabi's name around is supposed to mean, the public will just have to wait and see.

Exactly a year later, on the first of April hits again. There's another post on Hawks' official. Another snapshot.

The same pair of hands entwined, the same bracelets a little worn with love and time, but there's something else to the image. Something different than the backdrop of passing time. Something more than another shot of allegedly, Hawks' bare hands exposed for the world.

An innocuous little band of metal sits on his ring finger. Blue flame gem against silver that matches the exact shade of staples against scarred hands and its complimentary ring. All gold, red wing gem at its center.

The caption is predictably empty, devoid of any explanation. Devoid of any answers. April 1st.

Two years in a row. Is Hawks just the worlds' most committed jokester? Or is he just indefinitely and irrefutably Dabi's?

The question hangs in the public, louder than any celebrity scandal, louder than any heroic feat.

As loud, as the beat of Dabi's heart thudding against his chest when the ring slips onto his finger. Question murmured against his cheek, Hawks' fingers threaded through his.

A promise to be his.

And Dabi's head spins, noise just as loud as the cry of the public, torn between defending Hawks' happiness and the lost yearning for a love that will never be theirs.

But it is Dabi's. This love will always be Dabi's.

And Dabi doesn't really get how Hawks' relationship—engagement—reveal can go this way. That Hawks has somehow managed to have it all.

But Hawks' feathers preen every time he so much as glances at his hand. Their hands.

The question burns against his tongue as he opens his mouth.

"Baby bird," he exhales, in wonderment, in disbelief. Only a bird with a lifetime of training in deception and calculations could pull this off.

"You plan this all along?"

Hawks turns back to him, dreamy smile against his lips as he tilts his head and Dabi thinks he knows the answer before he even let's it out. Before Hawks throws his head back and laughs, the one just for him.

"Who knows?"

Dabi knows.

obnoxious!hawks headcanons inspired by the pigeon

(Disclaimer bc I know what it’s like: the word obnoxious is used in a humorous manner and if you do any of these things that does not mean your friends secretly hate you.)

to indicate he likes food he chews really loudly and aggressively and does those “mmhhh” sounds

always squats on random infrastructure like lampposts when outside and then just looks down on people while talking to them

never sorts his laundry and the colours magically never bleed, so he’s always bragging about that when someone mentions that they’re tired from doing laundry like “just throw everything in at once that’s how I do it and nothing happens”🤷‍♂️ (inspired by a real person. I hope you know how blessed you are.)

tickles ppl with his feathers when he’s bored and then acts like he didn’t do anything when they complain

his hair always looks perfect and healthy, no matter if he styled it or exposed it to wind and weather. when everyone else’s hair is full of dust, dirt and blood after a fight, he just shakes his out a little and it looks just like it did before

wings have bones and joints. he cracks them. a lot.

always makes the same “but that’s so high up! what if I fall? Will you catch meee?” joke when he’s assigned missions that require him to fly to a high spot. it hasn’t been funny since he debuted.

and finally, always follows his s/o around during the day and cocks his head to the side like a bird while watching their every move. he doesn’t say or do anything, he’s just lurking over their shoulder.

guys..... I'm re-entering my klance era...... and I redrew this old comic to start us off <3

more thoughts under the cut ⬇️

april fools

jesus christ can you imagine 🚬

I had fun redrawing this though! cool to see the improvement 🤭

dabi recognizing hawks as the grooming victim that he his and being so enraged with that that he kind of forgets he's supposed to hate and kill hawks like wow....... the guy you hate with a burning passion is awfully similar to you, and why is he projecting his father issues onto /your/ father #help

I think Hawks' pupils should do that creepy shrinking thing parrot eyes do. I think it'd be funny if nobody told him but they're all very much unnerved.

This is what true inspiration is

thank you to this pigeon who kept harassing me and constantly jumped on my table, you really inspired me to write more obnoxious!Hawks fanfiction!

Hbghdhhhhrhgghh sobs

is it time to tell you guys abt my dabihawks kids yet. is it time. can it be time.

"Or!! Hawks trying donut holes for the first time, and his wings puffing up as the sugar dissolves on his tongue, the pillow of dough mushing between the inside of his cheeks. 😆💛💛" <- my beloved @hokusu 's prompt/request

ASK AND YOU SHALL RECIEVE POOKIE (*≧∀≦)人(≧∀≦*)♪

THIS IS SO COOL

Going through another my hero phase right now so I had to draw Dabi/Touya 💙

how am I getting cuteness aggression from my own drawing helppppp

We cooking up a storm with this one

dabi's hair is definitely all crispy and rough bc of that wack ass hair dye he uses but when he washes it out and finally let's his hair breathe it just turns into the ball of fluff on his head that hawks can't get his hands off

I'm so hyped for the new demon slayer movie

(o´Д`o)ﾉﾞILYYY

pov you just pissed off the most dangerous husbands in japan

Me going crazy over your art

pov you just pissed off the most dangerous husbands in japan

+ bc friend said that pouty touya deserves a lil kiss on his cheek

dabihawks x OHSHC :D

something about normally stoic and straight faced characters finally breaking and showing emotion

something about the emotion being anger or insanity

We cooking up a storm with this one

can hawks be the okokokokokok to dabis lalalalalalala ALREADY PLEASE THEYRE DANCING AROUND IN EACH OTHER IN EVERY UNIVERSE

wip of a character sheet I'm drawing for this year's artfight!! last year I ended up drawing everything last minute so now I'm taking my time ᕦ(ò_óˇ)ᕤ

also I don't think I've ever drawn a lineart this clear in my life wth 🧍

Keigo falling asleep on Touya’s stomach and they’re using his wings like a blanket on his giant expensive bed with silk sheets and Touya watches the stars through the panorama windows of Keigo’s penthouse apartment while playing with his hair…

Illuminated

pairing: dabi/hawks

tags: first kiss, realisation of feelings

wordcount: 1.1k

They sat on that rooftop again. The highest in the area, but still way below the clouds. Neither the overworked salesmen doing overtime in their glass offices nor the potential hero flying to the next emergency site were able to spot them here. Traffic noise was floating up from the streets beneath, but it was a comparatively quiet spot. Perfect for talks of treachery and corruption.

It was also much easier to reach than old warehouses cramped between buildings and infrastructure, at least if you came from above. How Dabi made it up all those stories without raising suspicion was a mystery to Keigo, one of many.

Regardless of what the HPSC’s tasks asked of him, his personal mission was to uncover each and every mystery surrounding Dabi. When his goal had shifted in this direction he didn’t know, but something about the man intrigued him. The more time spent with him and the more information he slowly gathered, the more he became invested in solving this puzzle.

And as much as he tried to convince himself otherwise, for his own conscience, he knew this was not about his identity or his connection to the League of Villains or anything else that might be relevant for the greater good. No, this was purely self-indulgent. He’d give more for Dabi’s morning routine than his real name at this point.

Looking at him now, while they argued about adjusting the phrasing of a report, he wondered if he would ever be sick of learning more about him.

The topics they wanted to discuss that night ran out, so it was time for Keigo to bring his small talk training to use and make Dabi stay regardless. The longer their conversation lasted, the later he had to return to his empty apartment. Every minute spent with Dabi was valuable.

“It seems you’re not very fond of the way I handle things with the Commission,” he said.

Dabi pulled the USB drive with the fake paperwork out of his laptop. “You’re too vague. Even an idiot like Twice could figure out that those reports are bullshit. If you want to meet the boss, you need to get your shit together and stop jeopardising your own spy work.”

He tossed Keigo the drive, eyes not leaving the screen. There was precision in a lot of his movements that indicated professional heroics training. That acute awareness of his surroundings was familiar to Keigo. It was these tiny details he tried to pick up on, since Dabi did his best to stay as mysterious as possible. They’d shared a meal countless times and Keigo always had to rely on body language to see if he liked the food or not, because he refused to share facts about himself. It would annoy him if he weren’t so fascinated.

Dabi tried to pack up his stuff, but Keigo managed to engage him with irrelevant hero gossip. This was yet another thing he’d noticed: Dabi was unusually informed about the inner workings of the industry. He supposed this was all relevant information he should report back to the Commission, but something told him to keep it to himself. After all, they were sitting here, just the two of them, chatting without any obvious ulterior motives. It had taken a lot of time and building trust to get to this point, and Keigo wouldn’t waste it by ratting Dabi out.

He proved this decision to himself by making an off-hand comment about something Best Jeanist had worn at an event once. It was a pretty stupid joke, but suddenly Dabi was laughing, clear and full of joy. For such a deep and raspy voice, his laughter was surprisingly melodic. Keigo couldn’t do anything but stare at him, the city lights illuminating his beautiful side profile.

After a few seconds, Dabi seemed to notice him watching and turned around. Those intoxicating blue eyes were scanning Keigo’s face and Dabi’s expression became serious. Keigo didn’t dare to breathe, unsure what to make of this mood shift and the deliciously anxious feeling in his chest. Then Dabi’s eyes flickered to his lips. Keigo felt heat rush to his cheeks and his heart rate was increasing with every second they spent staring at each other.

Then, unsure, they both inched their faces closer together and before Keigo could process it their lips were touching.

It didn’t last long though, because Dabi pulled away before he even had a chance to press into it. He tried to regain his composure while Dabi stared at him, wide-eyed. His chest was moving at a rapid pace, the rest of him remaining rigid. For as long as Keigo had been studying him, he’d never seen him like this. Almost like he was…scared.

Now worried himself, he tried extending a hand in a weird way of offering comfort, but Dabi snapped out of it and slapped him away. “What the fuck,” he whispered and Keigo was unsure if he was even talking to him. This “kiss” must’ve upset him for some reason.

Keigo was unsure what to make of it too. It certainly hadn’t been what he imagined under getting to know Dabi, but it explained his fascination. Has he had a crush this entire time?

Before he had a chance to dwell on this revelation, Dabi suddenly sat down right in front of him, hand on Keigo’s thigh. His mouth stood open in surprise and Dabi closed it, putting his other hand on his jaw. Blue eyes were piercing into his.

“Listen, hero.” His voice, full of determination, faltered for a moment. “I have no idea what I’m doing. It’s not like anyone was ever dying to kiss me.” Keigo wanted to add something but Dabi’s grip on his face tightened. “Stop that. I don’t want you pitying me. Just…I warned you, so don’t be disappointed.”

Dabi leaned in and this time, Keigo was a lot less awkward about it. He tilted his head, pressing into the kiss without second thought. His enthusiasm seemed to reassure Dabi, who relaxed after the first few seconds, self-doubt forgotten.

Keigo’s hands found his waist as they pulled each other closer together. Kissing Dabi was addicting. It made Keigo feel like was burning up, in a good way. He should’ve realised much sooner that this was what he’d been craving all along.

The contrasting textures of his lips, the taste of him, the gentleness in his touch - Keigo added all of it to his mental list of things he knew about A-rank villain Dabi. After a lifetime of reporting and documenting his every move, it was thrilling to have information solely for himself. No one else knew Dabi like this. And with every new fact he discovered, he grew more certain that he would never get tired of learning about him.

I live for vigilante hawks ♪ヽ(´▽｀)/

#dabihawks Hawks, who's not the fastest hero who sits at number two, but the people's fastest vigilante, who crashes hero galas and every overly lascivious extravagances and press conferences that top heroes hold, to steal the food and all of their riches to distribute to the poor. His prime target, the number two flame hero.

And rising pro-hero Dabi, who watches him do it without fail, every time. Something between annoyance but impressed and confusingly fond, another purposely slowed step to not catch him.

(He could catch him if he tried, is what Dabi tells himself.)

But it is his father, so maybe vigilante Hawks is on to something. He's never approved of the waste that top heroes spend. Most definitely not his father's annual celebrations, so if he turns a blind eye, there's really no harm here, right?

And if Hawks lounges against a table at the annual bash, no eyes' on him except for Dabi's, as he bites into an apple, Dabi can't deny that he looks good doing what he does.

"Here to rob the poor old man again?" Dabi greets, for the hell of it. Not because he's not already sure of the other man's intentions. Innocent until proven guilty... except Hawks is always guilty.

Hawks snorts as he throws out a hand and props up a knee, leather pants stretching against the pose and Dabi's eyes stray too long between his legs. His hand dangles off the knee as he waves, "This what you guys call poor?"

Dabi laughs, sloshing the liquid around the glass of champagne in his hand. "Nah, but someone's gotta give him a little pity. He'll be bled dry someday if you keep coming for him."

"Will he?" Hawks muses lazily and takes another bite of the apple, the crunch of the fruit catching its juices against the corner of his mouth. Dabi licks his own lips. "And what of the people outside, already empty? I rather think I'm not bleeding him dry fast enough."

Dabi agrees, he does, but he's also a hero who's supposed to discourage criminal behavior. And yet the words don't come out that way.  "So work faster," Dabi offers. "You're the fastest out there, aren't you? Or is that name just the press getting it all wrong?"

"Who knows?" Hawks' lips quirk into a grin. "But if I didn't know any better, I'd think you're encouraging stealing, Dabi."

"I'm a hero," Dabi repeats flatly, but it sounds weak even to his own ears. He doesn't move to arrest Hawks. He doesn't step in to stop him, not even with the chance that presents itself. He doesn't have an answer either, to generational poverty and the poor that don't have enough to eat. He wished he did, wishes Hawks, wasn't right in his own fucked up way.

Hawks jumps off the table, finished apple core tossed into a nearby bin. And then he's at Dabi's side lightning fast, blink and he'd miss it, voice sliding temptations like the gravest of a deadly sin against his ears. "Guess I'd better get to work, lest you get any other ideas. But if you're ever having a change of heart, you could... join me."

Dabi blinks and there's a whirlwind of feathers and a gust of wind, something more than the beat of his heart and the twitch of arousal that's distantly confused. Hawks is gone, a single feather left behind. His glass of champagne and the wallet against his pockets, missing.

The entirety of the banquet table too, stripped bare. All that remains, the polished wood but not a single bite.

The crowd in the background break out in gasps and uneven chatter between shock and disarray at the sudden lack of food, their missing wallets and expensive jewelry. As if they'd attended without noticing the annual reputation that these events often held now. Daylight robbery, from theirs truly.

Join Hawks.

That's crazy talking though, isn't it?