compress trying to guide hawks to sit, gently, mutters to toga to grab the first aid supplies- hawks jerking away from the hold, a frantic “what are you doing?” bursting from him when compress starts trying to ease his hero jacket off- it’s already ripped in multiple places. blood had soaked into the fabric, & it was hiding deep slashes in hawks’ flesh.
“cleaning your wounds; please sit.” yellow eyes are wide the entire time the villain works on him. after the exchange, when hawks had left, compress is sat pondering the way hawks had tensed & looked utterly shocked at the treatment he received.
~
later in the month spinner stumbled out of his room in the middle of the night to find hawks slumped next to the front door, a small med kit pulled from somewhere, stitching his arm.
“dude, what the 𝑓𝑢𝑐𝑘.” he took quick steps over to the hero, hovering, trying to figure out where to help.
the arm of his jacket was missing & hawks’ arm was slashed deeply right below the cut off line of the sleeve. it was like… like someone had tried to cut off his arm.
“sorry man; i couldn’t-” he grunted as he thread the needle back into his skin. more blood bubbled out.
“couldn’t fly home like this, base was closer. i’ll be out of the way soon.”
and spinner-
lost his shit.
“𝑜𝑢𝑡 𝑜𝑓 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑤𝑎𝑦- are you crazy?!” squatting in front of the hero, he stops his motions. somehow gets them both to the bathroom down the hall, gives the 𝑑𝑢𝑚𝑏𝑎𝑠𝑠 𝑏𝑖𝑟𝑑 pain meds, cleans the wound properly, & stitches him up with skilled & caring hands.
asks hawks as he’s shoving him down on their couch to sleep “you’ve always taken care of your own wounds like that?”
hawks’ answer haunts him for days after.
the man had looked baffled the entire time spinner was tending to him, eyes wide, unsure, & acting like he didn’t know how to interact with the reptile, & spinner was confused. but hawks’ answer cleared things up for him very quickly.
“who else is supposed to do them?”
~
hawks arriving at the league’s base covered in bruises, hair wilted, overall in rough shape. toga frowning when she notices him wincing.
“aw, hawksie, you’ve had it so rough lately.” wrapping her arms around his waist, giving the man a hug. hugs always made her feel better, so maybe it could work for hawks!
but the hero doesn’t react like she expects; he jerks in her hold, arms hovering in the air above her shoulders. she looks up to see unsure, confused eyes looking down at her.
“unm- toga-?”
“hugs make everything better!” she talks over him, ducking her head to plant it on his chest. doesn’t want to 𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟 see that look on hawks’ face ever again. scared, confused, so unlike him.
it takes a very long while, but the hero eventually rests his arms on her shoulders. not really hugging her, but she’ll take what she can get.
had hawks never gotten hugs before?
when she tells shigaraki what happened, the man’s brows furrow, but he doesn’t say anything.
~
shigaraki is hell bent on dusting their spy when he gets reports from toga, spinner, & compress about how he behaved when they tried to help him. because how dare he act too high & mighty & 𝑔𝑜𝑜𝑑 for them to touch him, help him when they didn’t have to. how he acts like they’re scum on his shoes.
realizes very quickly that he’s got it all wrong when he sees the bird struggling to walk & dabi hounding into the man about letting him help. he can tell dabi is getting mad by the way his seams are smoking.
quirks an eyebrow when hawks says “i get you’re trying to be nice, dabi, but i have it handled.”
“you 𝑖𝑑𝑖𝑜𝑡.” dabi hisses when hawks’ knee collapses & the taller man catches him, lowering them to the floor. it’s then that shigaraki realizes that hawks’ wings are almost gone, he’s got dirt & smudges of blood around his face, & he looks like crap.
“it’s- it’s 𝑓𝑖𝑛𝑒, okay? i’m fine.” the hero insists, trying to get back up, but dabi isn’t having it. shigaraki finally walks fully into the room when hawks’ starts to get mad.
“listen & stay down, hero.” he says, leaning against the wall as both pairs of eyes snap to him.
“no, no i- it’s okay-” the bird stumbles over his words, but ultimately slumps where he is, curling into himself. the two league members can barely hear him when he says, “i’m not… i’m not a burden. i’m okay, i don’t need-”
& it’s right then & there that shigaraki realizes that he had judged the hero way too soon. he didn’t find them lesser. in fact, it was the complete opposite.
he left the room when dabi started muttering quietly to the shriveled man.
~
“birdie, pretty bird.” dabi trying to get hawks to look at him. “let me help, 𝑝𝑙𝑒𝑎𝑠𝑒.” has been reduced to begging because he can’t stand to see hawks in pain like this, trying to handle it on his own just like he handles his hero business.
“you’re not a burden for needing help. i 𝑤𝑎𝑛𝑡 to help; we all do. just let us.” he’s gripping either side of the hero’s face, looking into wide, uncertain eyes.
“no one has ever helped before.” hawks blinks at dabi, eyes going hazy. “don’t wanna… be a bother.”
Touya’s mornings are usually uneventful. His alarm always forcefully rips him from his exhausted slumber, and he begrudgingly hits snooze three times before finally getting the courage to drag himself out of bed.
This morning is different, mainly because Touya doesn’t hear his alarm…rather…he feels the vibrations in the air.
The moment his phone buzzes, Touya’s entire body tickles, making him shudder awake with an overwhelming sensation that makes him want to peel off his skin.
“Ugh,” Touya grunts as he starts to open his eyes, pushing himself up in bed…with surprisingly less effort than he usually has to exert. He turns to go look at his nightstand…only to realize he’s not on his designated side of his bed. Not only that, but he sees himself fast asleep on his usual sleeping side.
Touya blinks, reaching up to rub at his eyes. He must still be dreaming, but, when he opens them again, he finds himself still staring at himself.
“Oh my god, am I dead?” Touya gasps…except…that doesn’t sound like his voice at all. It sounds like…
The buzzing continues, scratching at his brain, and he shivers…
Flap. Flap.
Touya nearly falls over, almost like somebody pulled him from behind to take him off balance. He steals a look over his shoulder…to see a pair of crimson wings sprouting from his back.
Fuck.
Touya swallows the scream that wants to rip from his throat…only he’s slowly figuring out that it’s not his throat.
Normally, he’d be freaking out and panicking, but something deep within him suppresses his typical bombastic response. With his heart dropping to his stomach, Touya reaches out to clasp a hand on the arm of his sleeping body.
“Hey. Hey, wake up!” He hisses, and Touya watches himself squint awake with a yawn.
“What is i-”
Touya watches his own eyes widen in horror, not even finishing the sentence.
“Touya?” Hawks gasps with Touya’s voice as he stares at his own body hulking over him.
“Hey, Keigo. What the fuck is happening?” Touya laughs nervously, wishing he knew how the fuck to use his boyfriend’s Quirk so he could turn the light on.
Hawks clears his throat, wincing as he struggles to lean over and turn on the lamp from Touya’s nightstand.
He’s in his boyfriend’s body…and his boyfriend is in his body.
Keigo wracks his brain for anything and everything that could possibly explain this unfortunate anomaly. He only had one bad run-in with a villain yesterday; he’d been so preoccupied with saving people that, for once, he’d let his guard down. The guy touched him before Hawks was able to restrain him for arrest. His Quirk was something called…MindSwap.
“It’s because of last night,” Keigo sighs.
“What?”
“We had sex last night.”
“And?”
Keigo runs his hands through his white, fluffy locks.
“I dunno, I guess that’s how the transfer works. You have to have intimate contact? That’s kinda fucked up, but I guess that’s how MindSwap works.”
“So, we have sex again to switch back. Easy,” Touya claps his (Hawks’?) hands together and rubs them mischievously.
“We don’t have time for that, Touya,” Keigo sighs, dragging a hand down his (Touya’s?) face.
“Huh?”
“I…or I guess you have patrol in thirty minutes,” Keigo huffs.
“Oh, and that’s not enough time for a quickie?” Touya snorts in indignation.
“Not if you wanna brush up on everything you’ll have to do,” Keigo replies flatly. A deep-seated panic blooms in the pit of his stomach, and his heart starts skipping beats.
“Fuck, how do you live like this? I feel like my insides are shaking and there’s just…dread in my chest. My whole chest!”
“I could ask you the same thing,” Touya scoffs, which sounds very uncharacteristic in Hawks’ voice.
“What are you talking about?”
“My body…well…your body is trying to swallow my emotions and put them in a box where I can’t get to them!”
“That’s called compartmentalization, sweetheart. You should try it sometime.”
When Touya makes a face at him, Keigo decides to backtrack.
“Maybe this’ll be good. You’ll get to be a hero for a day! You’ll finally get that slice of your old dream.”
Touya groans as he swings his legs over the bed with ease, only for the wings to set off his balance and send him stumbling forward. He barely catches himself before he slams directly into the wall.
“Yeah. Like I’ll be able to do what you do. I might as well call in sick for you. I can barely walk like this,” He complains, moving his shoulders up and down as he stares at the masses of feathers.
“I don’t call in sick.” Hawks crosses his arms across his chest.
“Well, I do. Which reminds me. Don’t take any buses anywhere unless you wanna hurl,” Touya replies matter-of-factly as he chews at the inside of his cheek, “I’m off shift today. But you might wanna check emails. Flag anything that looks important.”
Touya stares at his lover’s discarded clothes on the floor, eyebrows furrowing as he concentrates.
To his delight, a swarm of feathers departs from his wings, surging down to pick up the clothes and drop them into his arms.
“Okay. That’s a start,” He mutters to himself as he walks into the bathroom. He turns around to look at the reflection of the wings.
Touya feels his (or Hawks’) heart thudding against his ribcage as he stares at his (Hawks?) rippling back muscles in the mirror.
“Holy shit,” Touya swears under his breath as he flexes. “When did these get so big?”
Keigo pokes his head in the doorway, still nervously fidgeting.
“Well, it’s not like you look at my back that often.”
Touya bites his bottom lip with a cheeky grin as his eyes drink in the sight.
“Hey! Quit ogling my body! You’ve got a schedule to maintain!” Keigo blurts, shoving him half-playfully, half-urgently.
“Well, it’s mine right now,” Touya teases, sticking out his tongue as he gets dressed. Touya grimaces as the compression shirt squeezes his pecs. How does Hawks live like this?
“Oh! You have to remember to take your meds…my meds…fuck… There should be a little pill organizer in that drawer.” Touya points haphazardly to the nightstand as he pulls Hawks’ phone out of his pocket. His eyes widen when he sees the notifications flooding the screen.
“I-uh-I better get going.”
…
…
Thankfully, patrol is agonizingly mundane; it appears the criminals in the immediate vicinity decided to take a vacation. There’s nothing for Touya to throw himself into and risk muddying his boyfriend’s reputation. He merely has to follow the route on Hawks’ phone, and everything will be fine. The main dilemma he’s faced today is evading Hawks’ rabid fans.
“Oh, Hawks!” A shrill voice squeals from somewhere behind him, and Touya grinds his teeth as his feathers pick up the thudding of footsteps racing after him. He hasn’t quite figured out how to take off, and he’s starting to panic.
“Sorry, ladies. I gotta get home to my smokin’ hot boyfriend. Can’t talk,” Touya calls over his shoulder with a pointed edge to his tone. The gasps and noises of protest echo down the street as Touya swears under his breath. They’re still following him.
“C’mon! There’s plenty of you to go around!”
If Touya had his Quirk, he knows he’d be breathing fire.
Keigo’s body forces his anger into the background, and Touya’s getting annoyed at his inability to lash out. It’s Keigo’s second nature to remain calm under pressure, and Touya can’t stand it. His eyes scan the street, looking for any sort of ladder or alleyway he can dart into. Not that it’ll do him any good; the stalkers will chase him down regardless.
Touya pulls Hawks’ phone out of his pocket, and it unlocks after scanning his face. He presses the first name on the speed dial and waits as he taps the device in his ear.
“Hello?”
“Keigo. How do you fly?”
“Uh…,” Keigo trails off on the other end as he grits his teeth, furiously scrubbing at an old stain on the carpet. “I don’t think I can explain it.”
He barely has memories of his early training days at the HPSC, and he doesn’t like to dwell on that fact too often.
“HAWKS!”
The voices are getting closer.
Touya swears under his breath as his feathers stiffen, and he breaks out into a run.
“Y’know, I hope you beat these people off a’ ya when they swarm you like this,” Touya huffs. It’s much easier to sprint in Hawks’ body than his own.
“Listen. You’re the one I come home to at the end of the day and the first face I see every morning. That’ll never change,” Keigo reassures him on the phone. “Just think of ‘em as another limb, T. You got it.”
“If the headline tomorrow is ‘Hawks flies into a window’, I’m sorry,” Touya sighs as he hangs up. He breathes deeply, fixating on his senses and picturing his wings as two arms rather than the individual feathers.
FLAP!
FLAP!
FLAP!
Touya yelps as his feet leave solid ground mid-stride, crimson wings beating haphazardly, creating a gust beneath him that propels him into the air. Touya’s impressed with Keigo’s lack of motion sickness because, had he been in his own body, he would’ve painted the street below. In a few seconds, Touya’s terrified expression morphs into a smug grin when he finally rights himself and soars into the sky.
…
...
“Oh, what the hell,” Keigo growls, irritated at his lack of feathers. He’d have effortlessly cleaned the entire apartment hours ago if he had his Quirk.
He’d finally scratched all of the notes off of Touya’s chore chart that he found on his desk. He figured he might as well help out his boyfriend if he’s going to complete his patrol duties for him.
He’s covered in layers upon layers of sweat, and he’s uncomfortably aware of how his band T-shirt clings to his skin. His arms are sore, he’s certain he pulled a muscle in his back, and fatigue plagues him like a virus. Still, despite the fact that he’s in Touya’s body, Hawks is still Hawks; he can’t sit still. He grows relentlessly bored as he strolls around Touya’s apartment, looking for something to occupy his exhausted mind.
He flops down on his bed, fluffy white locks plastered to his forehead as he sinks into the silk sheets. He stares up at the ceiling, watching the fan slowly turn. His head lolls to the side, and his eyes light up when a twisted thought worms its way into his mind.
He knows there’s one in here.
He reaches over, pulling open the drawer on the nightstand.
Hawks grins when he finds a feather inside Touya’s drawer. It’s so weird not being connected to it. Maybe he’ll convince Touya to end the patrol early.
…
…
Touya nearly falls three feet out of the sky when he feels fingers delicately grazing a vane somewhere far away, followed by a steamy lick that makes him feel like his entire body is being tongued.
“Oh, my God,” Touya moans involuntarily, heat rushing to his cheeks as his skin prickles with goosebumps. Touya’s relieved that he’s too high up for anyone to hear him.
“Hey, baby.”
Keigo’s words vibrate through Touya’s bones.
“Shit. That’s what it feels like? Holy fuck, birdie. Now I get it,” Touya whines as his face flushes. Keigo always gets onto him when he messes with any of his feathers while he’s working. Pleasure lights up Touya like he’s been struck by lightning, boiling in his crotch as his pants grow uncomfortably tight. He’s gotta land somewhere, or the public’s going to get a full-view of the hero’s boner once he breaks through the cloudcover…or worse…if he comes mid-flight…
Touya’s eyes lock onto the roof of a building that points through the clouds. It doesn’t look like it has rooftop access either…nothing but chimneys poking up amongst lightning rods. Touya hovers, trying not to crashland as he slumps into a heap against one of the brick structures. He sits down, boots squealing against the roof as he scrambles to unbuckle Hawks’ god-awful fashion-statement of a belt.
His cock almost springs free when the button gives, and Touya shamelessly shoves his hand down his underwear.
“Gonna ruin your gloves and underwear for this, asshole,” Touya grits his teeth, “Call it payback.”
He gasps when the leather brushes against his dick. Damn, he didn’t know he had a thing for that.
“Fuck,” Touya keens at the way the glove grips his gushing dick. He’s only two strokes in, and he’s already at full mast, all sense of self-preservation draining from his brain along with the blood. He twists his dick just the way he knows Keigo likes, jaw slack and drool dripping at the corner of his mouth as he pants.
“Why don’t you hurry home. Unless…this is too distracting,” Keigo coos in Touya’s voice, the final word tapering off into a lewd grunt that tells Touya he’s masturbating, too. Every time his lover speaks up against the feather, the words practically brand themselves into his flesh.
He’s so sensitive.
“Kei,” Touya whimpers, and his chest heaves with every broken noise that bursts from his lips.
Keigo sucks the feather into his mouth, and Touya cries out, toes flexing in his boots as he comes into the glove. White globs ooze out between his fingers, dripping into his underwear to Touya’s chagrin.
Nothing a quick shower won’t fix. Besides, it’s karma. Keigo knew exactly what he was doing.
Touya gasps as the waves of euphoria subside, and he cringes at the uncomfortable feeling in his pants. He tears off the glove with his teeth before turning it inside out and shoving it in his pocket. He leans back against the bricks, closing his eyes as he waits for the pressurized tingling in his dick to subside…but it doesn’t.
Shit, he forgot about Keigo’s intense libido.
Keigo told him to hurry home…
“Touya~,” Keigo moans pornographically against the feather, breathing hot and heavy and all over Touya. He knew the feathers were an extension of the hero’s body, but he never could’ve imagined it was to this level.
His mind wanders, contemplating just exactly what he’s going to do to Keigo once he gets home.
Technically, he’ll be fucking himself in a way.
Keigo, inside Touya’s body, sucking his dick…
It’s more curiosity than it is any form of twisted narcissism.
He swallows thickly, humming in frustration as his cock hardens again.
He needs to get back to his apartment immediately.
…
…
Touya clumsily lands on the balcony of his apartment, pitching forward as he stills his wings. He splays his hands out to grab the chair and steady himself, and he winces when his erection presses against the back of the metal.
Hawks’ cargo pants have a surprising amount of stretch to them, but the friction has Touya utterly insatiable.
“Gonna fuckin’ wreck you, birdie,” Touya talks to himself under his breath as he shuffles to the sliding door. He shoves it aside with way less force than he normally needs to exert.
Damn, maybe he should get in the gym more if Hawks’ muscles make his life this much easier.
“Kei?” He calls out into the apartment, and his feathers bristle when they pick up the subtle vibrations of “ah-ah-ah”.
He makes his way to the bedroom, swallowing the spit pooling on his tongue as his arousal burns his nerves. The door is cracked, and, when Touya steps inside, he’s greeted by Keigo leaning against the headboard.
Touya’s weak in the knees over his own naked body, knowing Keigo’s at the helm.
“You should hold back less. Your face looks so pretty when you’re cumming,” Keigo teases. Blistering heat rushes to Touya’s cheeks, and the feathers on his massive wings stiffen.
“Have you just been jacking off all day?” Touya stammers.
“Please. I cleaned up your apartment. You’re welcome. It was a lot slower than what I’m used to, but I made it work. You might be a little sore tomorrow, though. I don’t think you’re used to heavy lifting,” Keigo breathes, releasing his grip on his (Touya’s?) dick.
Touya rolls his eyes as he mutters mockingly, which sounds hilarious in Hawks’ tone. He shrugs off the Pro Hero’s jacket as he undresses. Keigo watches shamelessly, eyes glued to his chiseled form.
“I’m all ready to go. Don’t worry. I made sure this body’s prepped,” Keigo snickers, and white-hot shame blooms in Touya’s chest when his cock throbs at his lover’s words.
“Kissing myself is gonna be a little weird,” Touya snickers, rubbing the back of his neck.
“Aw, c’mon. It’s me,” Keigo pouts, and Touya gives in. He climbs onto the bed, bending down effortlessly to connect their lips.
Keigo grimaces a bit.
“Aw man, that’s what it’s like kissing me? It’s so scratchy,” Keigo whines.
“Why do you think I wish you’d shave? I got sensitive skin,” Touya offhandedly remarks with a frown.
“Maybe I’ll do it once in a while. This is a sensory nightmare in this body,” Keigo chuckles.
“You get used to it,” Touya mumbles against his lover’s lips as he shuts him up with another deep kiss.
Keigo’s dick throbs with the feeling of Touya looming over him…it’s a lot more intimidating with Touya’s newfound hulking muscles and colossal scarlet wings. Keigo’s small beneath him, helplessly crumbling beneath his touch in heavenly surrender.
Touya tastes his own pathetic sighs, lips curling into an egomaniac smile as he sends two feathers to snake up Keigo’s chest.
“Fuck, now I know why you like that so much, Touya,” Hawks moans as the feathers curl around his nipples, and Touya’s uncomfortably turned on by the sound of his voice moaning his own name.
“Sensitive, ain’t it?” Touya chuckles, nipping at his lover’s pale jawline before sinking his teeth into his neck. Keigo’s groan vibrates against Touya’s teeth.
“You ready?” Touya whispers into the shell of his own ear as lube slicks up his shaft.
Hawks nods.
Touya watches his (Hawks’) cock rub against the tight ring of muscle, biting his bottom lip as he starts to press in.
He swears under his breath when the tip slips inside, chest heaving as the lube squelches out, dripping down his balls as he keeps leaning forward.
Hawks writhes beneath him, whimpers of praise leaving his lips and scratching Touya’s psyche.
“Ah,” Hawks gasps, wincing as Touya bottoms out, “Feels so full.”
Touya focuses on steadying his breathing as he indulges in Keigo wrapping around him. It’s wet and warm and intoxicating.
“Shit, that’s what it looks like from this angle?” Touya whispers as he stares at Hawks’ dick print in his body’s lower stomach. “Fuck, that’s hot.”
His fingers trace his hipbones, admiring how big his hands are and how easily they wrap around Hawks’ waist…or…his waist? The lines merge and meld together in Touya’s brain as it struggles to reason with his vision.
“Takin’ the phrase go fuck yourself a little too seriously?” Keigo stammers with a sarcastic smirk when he notices the stare. Touya scrunches his nose.
“Shut up. Don’t ruin the moment,” He gripes before his gaze softens again, fingers reaching up to touch the outline in his belly.
Keigo swears with a muffled wail that dies in his throat, dick twitching as he sniffles.
That catches Touya’s attention.
Touya only makes that noise when he’s getting so overwhelmed that he’s near tears. He’s barely even started and he’s already making Keigo feel that much? That strokes a lot more than Touya’s ego.
Touya runs his tongue over his lip before he shallowly thrusts. An animalistic noise rumbles behind his teeth as he rolls his hips; the friction consumes Touya’s mind, burning up his insides with raw pleasure.
Touya pitches forward, messily slotting their lips together as he digs his fingernails into his skin. Keigo gasps into the kiss; he’s obsessed with being pinned to the bed, utterly helpless beneath Touya’s strength.
“Fuck,” Touya mumbles, Hawks’ husky voice crawling up out of his throat. Keigo doesn’t wanna unpack how the sound of his own voice so blissed-out turns him on, so he just deepens the kiss, pulling Touya in for another lip lock.
Touya licks into his lover’s mouth, tracing his molars and tickling his hard palate before gently sucking on his lower lip.
“You feel so fuckin’ good,” Touya groans, indulging in the feeling of having his cock squeezed deliciously. It’s no wonder Keigo loves topping him so much if it’s always like this. His body’s so damn warm, wrapping around him perfectly. The ecstasy pulsates through every feather, tickling down the stems and vanes until it reaches his shoulders and spreads across his skin like wildfire. It burns in his lower back, pooling in his gut and making him dizzy. Touya’s absolutely addicted to this full-body, all-encompassing euphoric high.
“Touya,” Keigo keens, voice cracking in Touya’s raspy tone as his head lolls, sinking into the pillow and exposing his neck to Touya’s hungry jaws.
Touya latches on, licking up the sweat and gently sinking his fangs into the pale flesh.
Keigo’s cock twitches, reddening into a purple as the sensations flood his psyche with pleasure. Every thrust sends stars dancing behind his eyes; his hands reflexively ball up, gripping the sheets so tightly it’s a miracle they don’t rip.
The sounds of skin slapping against skin bounce off the walls of Touya’s apartment, and Touya hums every time his balls swing against Keigo’s ass. His rhythm falters as his core and thighs burn, and he reaches down to heft Keigo’s legs over his shoulders.
Keigo keens, tears streaming down his face as Touya’s name falls from his lips like a waterfall.
Touya’s orgasm catches him off guard, balls drawing up as his muscles tense up and he empties inside Keigo. He rocks his hips through it, gritting his teeth as his wings flare out, fully extending as his feathers sharpen. Keigo writhes beneath him, reaching down to jerk off his neglected dick; he only gets two strokes before his dick spurts up his chest.
Fuck, he’s right.
Touya (or at least, his body) is pretty when he comes.
He’s breathless and blissed-out, eyes sparkling and jaw slack.
Touya’s vision blurs…and he blacks out…
…
…
“Touya?”
Touya opens his eyes to find himself face-to-face with his winged lover.
“Thought I lost ya for a second, firefly,” Keigo sneers before pressing a chaste kiss to Touya’s sweaty forehead. A dull ache throbs between his legs as Touya groans.
“Fuck, how much did you stretch me out before I came back from patrol?” He reaches down to rub the curve of his ass.
“Enough,” The hero replies before adding, “Can’t believe you had me beggin’ for my own dick.”
“You’re that good,” Touya smirks, “Or maybe I’m just that good at using it. Everything was so much easier in that body…except flying.”
“Yeah, flying takes some gettin’ used to,” Hawks yawns with a stretch, wings extending.
“I love you. But, next time, let’s hold off on fucking when a villain uses their Quirk on you,” Touya hums with a soft smile.
i just had an idea that i’m probably not going to do anything with but i want to talk about it
so basically a dabihawks gender swap (swap everyones gender for this) ballet AU, where Endeavor had worked all her life to become Prima Ballerina, but never made it because All Might was in the picture.
As soon as she retires she marries and starts having children in order to make one into a prima. Dabi comes and Endeavor immediately starts training her from the moment she can walk, but with a weak constitution she has a devastating ankle break early on and that ruins Dabi for Endeavor. Fumi is a boy so Endeavor won’t train him, Natsu’s body type is too bulky and she won’t bother with that child either, then comes perfect Shouto and Endeavor puts all her dreams into that child
On the other hand, we have the orphan Hawks who was taken out of the foster system by a ballet studio coach who noticed her poise and grace and trained her to be the perfect ballerina. Hawks had always looked up to Endeavor and when given the opportunity to follow in her hero’s footsteps she took it.
Tagged by @lurkerwithcomputer (thank you for feeding my snippet needs hehehee 💜💜💜💜)
Last sentence scene I wrote in a WIP... (the sentence makes no sense without conteeeeext XD)
“With the amount of scarring on your arms, we won’t be able to use the usual brachial artery,” the nurse says slowly, before picking up the gown. “Do you know where the femoral artery is?”
Dabi does know, if only because it’s considered a killshot in the underworld. If your femoral artery gets sliced or shot up or whatever, you have minutes to live if you're lucky, seconds if you’re not.
He also knows it’s located in the inner thigh. Which explains the gown.
This day keeps getting shittier and shittier, he thinks, glaring at the flimsy piece of cloth the nurse is holding up.
It’s not like he’s never been naked in front of someone else before. It’s just that it was usually somewhere dark, like a dingy hotel room or an alleyway.
“Unless,” the nurse lowers the gown when Dabi doesn’t answer, “the scarring also covers your legs?”
Dabi sets his jaw. “Not entirely.”
Honestly, the window is looking like a wonderful option right now.
This is from the next chapter of Undercover 101! Dabi is in for his medical checkup, and as a villain who's been underground for the last ten-ish years, he's not loving how thorough it is 😅
Book nerd Dabi means so much to me. The moment the league gets access to PLF resources that nerd is bee-lining it to the longest sci-fi and mystery books on the shelf. Long, political stories with fucked up characters and fascinating worlds.
Hawks would ask what he’s reading and he’d give a vague response, not expecting the hero to be interested. After all, the league generally gets bored with his explanations after about 5 minutes. But Hawks doesn’t. He listens intently, asking more detailed plot and character questions. And Dabi loves it. It’s been so long since someone has listened to him, since someone cared about what he thought. Without thinking, he delves into the conversation with the hero, explaining and analyzing every detail.
He ends up rambling for damn near two hours. Hawks doesn’t point it out to him, doesn’t want the villain to be embarrassed about it. Especially since he looks so damn cute. His healthy skin is flushed as he passionately talks about the novel’s world building, his movements animated. He has a big smile on his face and Hawks has never seen him so open, so excited about something in his life.
Normally when Dabi smiles it’s wild and feral, or wolf-like and predatory. This is neither. It’s a genuine joy that tugs at the hero’s heart strings and makes him want to spend even more time with the villain.
