The Past Never Dies!

Werewolfnightwalker on AO3 and Twitter. made this just in case Twitter goes up in flames. Call me Conan! Transman, pansexual, he/him. Himbo. 21. 18+, please, NSFW sometimes. 💙❤️dabihawks ❤️💙

[werewolfnightwalker]

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Hi! I'm Conan! I'm 22 and a writer. He/him!

Asks are open!

I take fanfic commissions! Currently, they're just for a select few fandoms. I'm happy to discuss which ones, limits, and prices in DMs!

You can check out my writing here, under the #conans writing tag, or on my AO3:

Here!

If you like my works, I'd appreciate any support/tips!

Thank you, enjoy the stories!

[need-him-pregnant-poll]

NEED👏THAT👏MAN👏PREGNANT *SEASON TWO* ROUND 2 POLL 93

TUMBLR! Who's getting pregnant?

Keigo Takami/Hawks (My Hero Academia)

Carmen Anthony "Carmy" Berzatto (The Bear)

Voting ended onApr 25

PROPAGANDA:

[Hawks]

"He's my pretty bird boy I want him and his pretty baby."

[Carmy]

"Carmy desperately needs a hobby. He's already in the kitchen, so might as well make him pregnant too. The baby might help him chill out a bit."

"I just think it would 'spice' things up for him, so to speak. I'll sit back with my bowl of popcorn and observe."

[need-him-pregnant-poll]

NEED👏THAT👏MAN👏PREGNANT *SEASON TWO* ROUND 1 POLL 185

TUMBLR! Who's getting pregnant?

Gabriel Reyes/Reaper (Overwatch)

Keigo Takami/Hawks (My Hero Academia)

Voting ended onMar 4

PROPAGANDA:

[Reaper]

"he’d be so pissed about it lmao (he’s also hot)."

Reaper propaganda from last season

[Hawks]

"He's my pretty bird boy I want him and his pretty baby."

[werewolfnightwalker]

I have written close to a dozen fics of Hawks getting pregnant, having children, being pregnant, or doing the impregnation. That is too much of a record for me not to throw my hat in his ring.

Literally nothing is cuter than him cooing over his baby or belly bump, chirping at them and singing at them like a bird. Him nesting and all cozy, wrapped up in his wings while he roosts with his belly?

Or if it's to your taste, he could have eggs! Who doesn't love egg preg? Pretty red eggs, the color of his wings?

Not to mention how pretty his babies would be. And there's so many tasty fucking choices for who got Hawks pregnant. Maybe all of them. Imagine.

Anyways get Hawks pregnant or die by my feather sword.

[werewolfnightwalker]

Oh yeah, I forgot to post this! I finally got my dabihawks shrine up and running! (Ft. 3rd wheeling shigaraki and the Tiny League)

Also featuring the incredible creations of the dabihawks Lunar Flare Tarot zine and Neal Illustrator's cowboy series!

[kirishch]

[barbaricjester]

‼️TRANS MAN NEEDS URGENT CAR HELP‼️

(Pic of my cat for attention)

I'm so sorry to beg like this, but my car insurance is threatening cancellation by the 2nd if I don't pay $700. My job has been cutting hours like crazy and I can't afford that on my own.

Any and all help would be greatly appreciated! Even if you can't help, please reblog for reach! 🥺😭🥺😭

260/700

Cshpp | Pypl | Vnm0 | Kofi

[werewolfnightwalker]

Like The Messages On The Voyager

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。..・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。..・。.・゜

[Audio clicks on.]

"I just want to preface this with... I don't even know if you will ever hear this. I'm not sure I want you to. But if I keep these thoughts in my head anymore, they'll drive me mad. Well, madder."

[Laughter. It sounds sad.]

"I guess I'll start with... Natsuo. Hi, Natsuo, if you're hearing this. Or the weirdo who took this out of my room, if you're not. I… to be honest, I don't care how you're doing. But last time I saw you, you looked happy. Your girlfriend is hot, by the way. Solid seven, at least."

"Um. Anyway, I wanted to ask you, do you remember the night you first beat me at soccer? Our scores were five to two, and you rubbed it in my face for days. I guess I should confess that I'm the one who melted the ball after you went to bed. I think you already knew that, though."

[A short pause, and then, a sigh.]

"… I don't care how you're doing, but I love you. I watched your highschool graduation on TV. Um..."

[A throat clears, then the audio clicks off.]

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。..・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。..・。.・゜

[Audio clicks on]

"Hey, Fuyumi. Fuyu. Yumi. Snowface. Remember when I used to call you that? Snowface. It was a stupid name. ... Although you're really pale, so I guess it fits, now. You're a teacher or something these days, right? Shoulda figured you'd get a job looking after snot-nosed brats, the way you badgered me about homework when we were kids. ... That was mean, huh. Well. I never graduated middle school, so I guess I won, in the end."

[A pause, in which shuffling could be heard.]

"I dream of you, you know, snowface. The other night I dreamed we were kids again. Remember when mom would make us bathe together, and I always hogged the toys? In my dream you buried a hatchet in my face because I snatched the rubber frog from you. Which... I guess was fair."

[A short, bitter laugh.]

"You're a good person, Yumi. I'm proud of you. And I'm sorry that I... that I turned out this way."

[Audio clicks off.]

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。..・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。..・。.・゜

[Audio clicks on.]

[Silence follows for many, many seconds.]

[A sigh.]

"I love you, mom. I'm sorry I never apologized for the awful things I said. I'm sorry I said them."

[Another long pause.]

"I... Yeah."

[Audio clicks off.]

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。..・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。..・。.・゜

[Audio clicks on.]

"Shoto..."

[A frustrated sigh.]

[Audio clicks off.]

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。..・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。..・。.・゜

[Audio clicks on.]

"Hi, baby brother! Shoto! Little Shoto!"

[Laughter. It sounds strained.]

"Shoto-toto-toto. Little puppet. Protege. Replacement."

[A pause.]

"Sometimes I wish you'd just... you'd fucking realize and do all this for me."

[Audio clicks off.]

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。..・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。..・。.・゜

[Audio clicks on.]

[Silence. It stretches for minutes, only interrupted by soft shuffles like clothing or bedding being moved. Finally, a humming begins, for several seconds, following the lyrics of a song.]

"Oh? Shit, must've thumbed it."

[Audio clicks off.]

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。..・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。..・。.・゜

[Audio clicks on.]

[Silence. Then, a sniffle.]

"Okay, you fat fuck. I'm drunk, I'm angry, and I'm- I can't even fucking cry anymore. I might bleed out at this point if I keep at it."

[A pause.]

[Audio clicks off.]

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。..・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。..・。.・゜

[Audio clicks on.]

"The stars are pretty tonight, mom. I think you'd like them."

[Audio clicks off.]

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。..・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。..・。.・゜

[Audio clicks on.]

"Hello? Hello? My name is Dabi. My name is Touya. Is anyone listening? Does anyone even care? Hello?"

[Audio clicks off.]

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。..・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。..・。.・゜

[Audio clicks on.]

"Keigo... We're fucked six ways from sunday, aren't we? But... even if we are... even if this all goes up in flames..."

[Laughter.]

"Just know I love you. Right now, at least. And if I don't, later, then just know that right now, these feelings are real. I know, because they hurt. And... if I could, I'd choose you. But I have to see this through. I'm sorry."

[Audio clicks off.]

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。..・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。..・。.・゜

[Audio clicks on.]

"Ha... I think this is gonna be my last recording on this stupid thing. I don't even know why I've kept it this long. But... Well, if anyone out there is hearing this, if this piece of shit survives... My name was Touya. Maybe it still is. Maybe it will be again. I don't know."

[A pause.]

"I'm scared. But I've... never been more excited in my life."

[Another pause.]

"The stars are gorgeous, tonight."

[Audio clicks off.]

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。..・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。..・。.・゜

[Audio clicks on.]

"Hello? How are you?"

[Audio clicks off.]

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。..・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。..・。.・゜

Thank you for reading!

[werewolfnightwalker]

Like The Messages On The Voyager

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。..・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。..・。.・゜

[Audio clicks on.]

"I just want to preface this with... I don't even know if you will ever hear this. I'm not sure I want you to. But if I keep these thoughts in my head anymore, they'll drive me mad. Well, madder."

[Laughter. It sounds sad.]

"I guess I'll start with... Natsuo. Hi, Natsuo, if you're hearing this. Or the weirdo who took this out of my room, if you're not. I… to be honest, I don't care how you're doing. But last time I saw you, you looked happy. Your girlfriend is hot, by the way. Solid seven, at least."

"Um. Anyway, I wanted to ask you, do you remember the night you first beat me at soccer? Our scores were five to two, and you rubbed it in my face for days. I guess I should confess that I'm the one who melted the ball after you went to bed. I think you already knew that, though."

[A short pause, and then, a sigh.]

"… I don't care how you're doing, but I love you. I watched your highschool graduation on TV. Um..."

[A throat clears, then the audio clicks off.]

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。..・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。..・。.・゜

[Audio clicks on]

"Hey, Fuyumi. Fuyu. Yumi. Snowface. Remember when I used to call you that? Snowface. It was a stupid name. ... Although you're really pale, so I guess it fits, now. You're a teacher or something these days, right? Shoulda figured you'd get a job looking after snot-nosed brats, the way you badgered me about homework when we were kids. ... That was mean, huh. Well. I never graduated middle school, so I guess I won, in the end."

[A pause, in which shuffling could be heard.]

"I dream of you, you know, snowface. The other night I dreamed we were kids again. Remember when mom would make us bathe together, and I always hogged the toys? In my dream you buried a hatchet in my face because I snatched the rubber frog from you. Which... I guess was fair."

[A short, bitter laugh.]

"You're a good person, Yumi. I'm proud of you. And I'm sorry that I... that I turned out this way."

[Audio clicks off.]

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。..・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。..・。.・゜

[Audio clicks on.]

[Silence follows for many, many seconds.]

[A sigh.]

"I love you, mom. I'm sorry I never apologized for the awful things I said. I'm sorry I said them."

[Another long pause.]

"I... Yeah."

[Audio clicks off.]

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。..・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。..・。.・゜

[Audio clicks on.]

"Shoto..."

[A frustrated sigh.]

[Audio clicks off.]

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。..・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。..・。.・゜

[Audio clicks on.]

"Hi, baby brother! Shoto! Little Shoto!"

[Laughter. It sounds strained.]

"Shoto-toto-toto. Little puppet. Protege. Replacement."

[A pause.]

"Sometimes I wish you'd just... you'd fucking realize and do all this for me."

[Audio clicks off.]

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。..・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。..・。.・゜

[Audio clicks on.]

[Silence. It stretches for minutes, only interrupted by soft shuffles like clothing or bedding being moved. Finally, a humming begins, for several seconds, following the lyrics of a song.]

"Oh? Shit, must've thumbed it."

[Audio clicks off.]

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。..・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。..・。.・゜

[Audio clicks on.]

[Silence. Then, a sniffle.]

"Okay, you fat fuck. I'm drunk, I'm angry, and I'm- I can't even fucking cry anymore. I might bleed out at this point if I keep at it."

[A pause.]

[Audio clicks off.]

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。..・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。..・。.・゜

[Audio clicks on.]

"The stars are pretty tonight, mom. I think you'd like them."

[Audio clicks off.]

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。..・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。..・。.・゜

[Audio clicks on.]

"Hello? Hello? My name is Dabi. My name is Touya. Is anyone listening? Does anyone even care? Hello?"

[Audio clicks off.]

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。..・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。..・。.・゜

[Audio clicks on.]

"Keigo... We're fucked six ways from sunday, aren't we? But... even if we are... even if this all goes up in flames..."

[Laughter.]

"Just know I love you. Right now, at least. And if I don't, later, then just know that right now, these feelings are real. I know, because they hurt. And... if I could, I'd choose you. But I have to see this through. I'm sorry."

[Audio clicks off.]

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。..・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。..・。.・゜

[Audio clicks on.]

"Ha... I think this is gonna be my last recording on this stupid thing. I don't even know why I've kept it this long. But... Well, if anyone out there is hearing this, if this piece of shit survives... My name was Touya. Maybe it still is. Maybe it will be again. I don't know."

[A pause.]

"I'm scared. But I've... never been more excited in my life."

[Another pause.]

"The stars are gorgeous, tonight."

[Audio clicks off.]

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。..・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。..・。.・゜

[Audio clicks on.]

"Hello? How are you?"

[Audio clicks off.]

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。..・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。..・。.・゜

Thank you for reading!

[werewolfnightwalker]

Author!Dabi

Part Two

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“Hey, check this out.” Hawks stopped walking to peer into the display window of a bookstore, his wings fluttering in interest.

Dabi paused and glanced back, to see him eyeing a display of books lit under string lights.

“Starless Night and Other Poems, by T. T. Arrow.” Hawks read aloud.

“Sounds pretentious.” Dabi deadpanned, stuffing his hands in his pockets.

Keep reading

[werewolfnightwalker]

Author!Dabi; Part Two

Part One here!

.

Dabi pretended to forget about the book after a while. Hawks never really brought it up again, though Dabi caught him reading it every now and then.

Sometimes he called Dabi "Raven," to which Dabi replied, "Songbird," but that was it. He never confirmed or denied that it was his book, that he wrote, that contained dozens of poems that were dedicated to his hero. He didn't want to, nor did he need to, so he didn't say anything when he spotted even more books by T. T. Arrow show up on Hawks' bookshelf.

He did watch, though. Watched as the first book- Starless Night and Other Poems- was read again, and again, and again. Dabi watched the spine crack, the page corners get dog-eared, the dustcover begin to tear at the edges.

All from repeated rereads.

"Read any good books lately?" He asked Hawks casually as he saw the hero glancing at the worn tome again.

Hawks hummed, smiling to himself. "Yeah, been thinking about rereading my favorite, though."

His favorite. Not even the five stars and essay-length, raving reviews from critics gave Dabi the same warm, fluttery feeling as that simple statement.

Finally, on a rainy afternoon that had him cooped up in Hawks' apartment while the hero was napping, Dabi got up and approached the bookshelf. He tipped the book towards himself with a finger and pulled it out of its place, carrying it with both hands back to the couch.

He retook his seat and flipped it open, searching the front page for… something. A sign, maybe. A reason, an explanation as to why it was Hawks' favorite.

The pages whispered against each other as he turned to the first poem; Mountainside of Embers was the title. His eyes completely passed over the printed words, so nearly packed into their stanzas, as they zeroed in on the messy scrawls along the sides.

"I'm so sorry." It was written in Hawks' slanted, curly handwriting, next to the paragraph lamenting how hard it was to breathe with lungs full of ash.

"I would have dug you out of the ashes and carried you home." Was scribbled at the end, that compared the mountainside to a graveyard for a single child.

Dabi flipped to another poem quickly; Sleepyhead.

"I wouldn't have left your side." Hawks' pen strokes promised next to the story of a sleeping, yet lonely boy.

"And he woke alone, so alone. Second, he thought of hunger, but firstly thought of home."

The whole line was highlighted, underlined, with a scrawled note beside it: "Come home with me!"

That fluttering back in his stomach, Dabi turned the pages with trembling fingers. Poem after poem was highlighted, underlined, scribbled, and doodled by. Notes and comments filled the margins, filled Dabi's vision and chest.

He turned to the first poem he'd written for Hawks, Origami Butterflies, and quickly scanned to one of the middle stanzas:

"Take my sharp edges and fold me together. Make me something beautiful, something that lasts forever. Tuck me safe into your pocket, Into your heart, into your bag, or your locket. Cradle me in work-worn hands, Promise never to let go again."

Next to it, in red ink and in all capital letters, Hawks wrote, "I PROMISE!"

Swallowing against the tightness in his throat now, Dabi looked through a few more before he finally dared himself to look at their poem, Cage of Bone.

The first page was blank.

As was the second.

The third page, where the story of the raven and the songbird ended, only had a single note by the final stanza:

"Begging forgiveness, as towards dawn they flew, The raven sobbed, "I love you, I love you, I love you.""

The poem ended there, in black, printed ink. But the note, written in blue, added on:

"The song bird settled into raven's chest, into his cage, into his nest, And began to sing into the sunrise, "It's alright, raven, dry your eyes. I am swift, and I am strong, And it was always you who heard my song. My wings do ache, my back is sore, So I will rest with you a little more.

Don't weep, dear raven, for you see, When I'm in here, I am free. I will stay in this cage of bone, So you and I are not alone.

Be my wings, and I'll be your heart, Because from you, dear raven, I wish never to part. So you start the song, and I take my cue, To sing on for forever, "I love you, I love you, I love you, too.""

Dabi closed the book like it would fall apart in his hands, carrying back to the shelf and slotting it into its place with the reverence due a holy scripture.

Wiping the blood from his cheeks, he headed for the bedroom, to do just as his songbird, his heart, had said.

He never fully figured out why it was Hawks' favorite book. But when he looked down at his hero, asleep, his head on Dabi's chest, he realized he didn't need to.

Not when the sound of their heartbeats, the sound of their breathing, the sound of Hawks' wings fluttering and the sheets shuffling and bloody tears pattering off Dabi's chin-

Not when they made a symphony, a song, all their own, that sang more than a raven and songbird ever could.

End.

[fictional-reylin]

Fic recommendation cause I just finished reading it

Radio Love Songs, really great fic, 6 very long chapters that I wish I will someday have the willpower to write, 48,340 words to be exact. Keigo x Reader fic, really cute except for some dark themes. And smut happens only in the final chapter, the epilogue. So for people who aren’t into it like me can just skip, but do scroll at the end it’s very cute.

[werewolfnightwalker]

Sometimes I wonder if anyone ever caught this throughout my different dabihawks fics. "4129" correlates to the letters that spell out D A B I (in A1Z26 code, anyway).

[deadbranch]

Reblog if you're okay with receiving asks for backstory info on any/all of your fics.

If not all, specify which ones in the tags.

[soulhunta]

how did i literally just realise the 'crest' in hawks' shirt is the hpsc's symbol i'm ripping out my hair rn

i learnt this from a fic called The Playroom by Werewolfnightwalker on ao3 ahhhhh when i tell you i screamed

[sam-glade]

My favourite trope has to be:

I sacrificed myself to save you. I didn't plan to survive. I burnt all the bridges. I intended to break your heart with my death, but that would be all right, because I wouldn't be around to see you. I pretended that you'll mourn me for a while and move on. I convinced myself I was going down in the blaze of glory. That my deed was appreciated. That everything was going to be all right afterwards, and I didn't need to be there to see it.

But I survived. And now I have to look you in the eye. I have to pick up the pieces of the life I shattered and figure out how to put it back together. If it can be done at all.

[performativezippers]

No one give me any ideas because this makes me feral

[pupucino]

life imitates art

[socially-anxious-wizard]

Happy Pride month to the Cast of MHA except for Touya and Hawks those are the only gay people I don't respect.