hawksdabi

Dabi: Dabi and the rest of the League had been recovering from their recent adventure. While the other villains stayed in the base, Dabi—whose injuries were far lesser than some—went outside for a smoke break. He was surprised to see the hero, not having expected to run into him. "Been a few days, hero. What brings you around?"
Hawks: Hawks shrugged, shoving his hands in his pockets. “Heard you chuckleheads got your asses handed to you.”
Dabi: "We're alive, aren't we?" He replied, pulling out a pack of cigarettes and retrieving one. "It wasn't our fault we weren't prepared for somethin' like that."
Hawks: Hawks snagged the cigarette from Dabi, rolling his eyes. “Could’ve been more prepared. Got a light?”
Dabi: Dabi narrowed his eyes, but after a couple seconds of glaring, he gave in and produced a small flame on the end of his finger, lighting the end of Hawks's cigarette. He then got his own, put it between his lips, and lit that one too. "Coulda, shoulda, woulda... Those are some of the most useless words. I can't go back in time, so it doesn't matter that we could've been more prepared. We weren't, and that's the end of it."
Hawks: “Sounds like an excuse to not work on making sure it doesn’t happen next time,” Hawks said as he took a long drag. “I could’ve helped you guys.”
Dabi: "Sounds like you're just looking for a reason to be critical. Are you bitter that we didn't call for you to be our guardian angel?" He asked with a roll of his eyes, puffing at the cancer stick idly.
Hawks: “I’m bitter because you’re stringing me along for no reason. How many different ways will I prove my loyalty before you acknowledge that you’re just paranoid?”
Dabi: "I'm not paranoid. I'm just doing my job. It's not up to me, anyways. Shigaraki doesn't want to meet you yet, and that's not my fault." Dabi shouldered up against the alley wall. "We already lost someone important to us because we weren't cautious enough. I don't know why you're in such a rush anyways, when you're doing just fine helping us as you are."
Hawks: Hawks leaned against the opposite wall, making a face at Dabi. “Just frustrated, I guess.”
Dabi: "..." He exhaled through his nose. "I'll do what I can. Alright? Can't promise anything, but I'll try and convince the guy."
Hawks: Hawks grinned slyly. “Aw, I always knew you had a soft spot for me, Dabi.”
Dabi: "Keep telling yourself that." He replied, looking out of the alley to watch the street.
Hawks: “I most definitely will.”
Dabi: After a few seconds, he looked back at Hawks. "What's it like, anyways? Being a hero?"
Hawks: He shrugged, running a hand through his hair. “Busy.”
Dabi: "Busy? How descriptive. I'd have assumed you were better with words."
Hawks: He flipped him off. “Well your question was so fucking vague... Hey Dabi, what’s it like being a villain?”
Dabi: "Sucks. I can't really do anything anymore. No chance at a normal life. I didn't even really know I wanted that until I made the option go away." He replied. "Mh. See? Not that hard to get a little more in-depth."
Hawks: “Well, I’m the same way. It’s hard even walking down the street. And people know everything about me. Once, a magazine dedicated an article to guessing how big my package was based off pictures of my crotch
Dabi: Dabi gave a small snort of laughter. He let his eyes fall shut afterwards. "... When I was younger, I had plans to fuck off to another country. I thought I'd.. hitch a ride on a cruise ship. Maybe end up in the Galapagos or something. Maybe somewhere not as hot. I dunno. It was a pretty stupid plan. Still.."
Hawks: “When I was younger I wanted to make the world a better place.” He picked at his nails. “Not even sure if that’s possible anymore.”
Dabi: "Probably not." He replied, taking a drag of his cigarette, and then flicking some ash off the end of it. "Everything's fucked, and there's nothing we can do about it. Shit's only going to get worse. Y'know, I don't even really believe in what the League's trying to do. I don't even know what I want anymore. I'm just letting myself get dragged around for the ride."
Hawks: ”Could still always fuck off to another country. You’re not an international criminal. Bet they barely even know what the League of Villains is in America. Or Europe.”
Dabi: "Right. And how am I gonna get there? No way I'm getting through airport security with this face. Best bet I've got is tunneling to America."
Hawks: Hawks shrugged. “I’ve got connections...”
Dabi: He looked at Hawks for a few seconds, before averting his gaze and giving a scoff. "Sounds more like you're the one with a soft spot for me.."
Hawks: “Maybe I’m just sick of seeing your ugly mug enough to ship you off to Denmark.”
Dabi: "You'd miss me if I went to Denmark."
Hawks: He snickered. “If you say so.”
Dabi: "Even if I could go, I feel like I'd just make the same mistakes over again, anyways." Dabi brought the cigarette up to his lips again. ".. Doubt I'd be any happier." He took a drag, and then sighed out the smoke.
Hawks: “I could always go with you.” He winked. “Make sure you behave.”
Dabi: He hesitated a long while, before dropping the cigarette butt onto the ground and pressing down on it with the toe of his shoe. "Yeah, right."
Hawks: “I’ve always wanted to go to Germany.” He pressed his cigarette out on the wall, letting it drop.
Dabi: "Why Germany?" He questioned, shoving his hands into the pockets of his jacket.
Hawks: “Seems like a nice place. Beautiful around Christmas.”
Dabi: "I've never really gotten a proper Christmas before." He cracked a lopsided grin. "That almost tempts me."
Hawks: “Yknow what? Come to think of it, neither have I.”
Dabi: Dabi could feel a question on the tip of his tongue, but he decided against saying anything. He kicked a piece of cardboard. ".. Can't just run off, though."
Hawks: ”If you say so.” He closed his eyes. “I’m sick of this.”
Dabi: "... Say we did run off. Say we somehow managed to get all the way to Germany. What then? I don't speak the language. I'm assuming you don't, either. Would we even qualify for decent jobs? I've got no skills. I didn't even graduate high school. What about getting a home? We wouldn't have anywhere to live. And what if trouble follows us?" He shook his head. "I'm sick of this too, but it's stupid to fantasize. It's unrealistic."
Hawks: ”America, then. Or Britain. My English is pretty good. And Im rich, Dabi. I could probably retire now, if I wanted to.”
Dabi: "I'll just be a trophy husband, then." He rolled his eyes. "It just-- it won't end well. Even if everything else works out, maybe we'll grow to hate each other, and then I'll be out in foreign streets."
Hawks: “I wouldn’t do that to you.”
Dabi: "You don't even know me. This is stupid, Hawks."
Hawks: “I know. I’m just... Exhausted.”
Dabi: "..." Dabi brought his hand up, rubbing the back of his neck. "Look... I'm not the kind of guy you want with you. If you wanna make a break for it, then go for it. I'm just.." He motioned vaguely. ".. Bad. Or something."
Hawks: “I don’t know about that. I like you just fine.”
Dabi: "I just.. can't. I'm not meant for that shit." He replied. Really, he was just spooked. The notion of making a huge change like this was a scary one. As much as Dabi wanted to get away from it all, he was nervous that things would be just as bad after the change, if not worse.
Hawks: Hawks shrugged, holding his hands up in defeat. “Alright.”
Dabi: Dabi leaned his head against the wall, facing the streets instead of Hawks. He let his eyes fall shut. "... Sorry for bursting your bubble, or whatever.."
Hawks: “I wasn’t being that serious. Just daydreaming.”
Dabi: ".. Right. Same here." Dabi then pushed off the wall, wordlessly exiting the alley and starting to head down the sidewalk.
Hawks: Hawks jumped up, following him. “Aw, you’re not bored of me already are ya?”
Dabi: "Is that disappointing? You'd better get rid of that little puppy crush you have on me."
Hawks: “Who even says I’m into dudes?” He arched a brow
Dabi: "Just a guess. Not like following me is gonna help you get in with the League, after all. You must be getting something else from this."
Hawks: “I’ve got an hour or so free yet. And you’re semi tolerable.”
Dabi: Dabi glanced over his shoulder, looking at Hawks for a couple seconds, before looking ahead again. "Better than intolerable, I guess."
Hawks: “Besides. These streets are pretty dangerous. I hear the infamous League of Villains lurks around here. Better stick with me, I’m the number two hero. I’ll keep you safe.”
Dabi: "Is that so?" He slowed a bit, so Hawks could walk beside him, instead. "I guess I better rely on you, then, brave and valiant hero."
Hawks: Hawks grinned, tilting his head to the side. “Wise decision, citizen of Tokyo.”
Dabi: The corners of his lips turned upwards for a second, before he forced the smile away. He glanced aside. "You're ridiculous."
Hawks: Hawks spread his wings, sheltering Dabi with one of them. “Mhm.”
Dabi: Dabi hesitated a moment, before reaching out towards Hawks's wing, just to touch it. "Are these naturally red? They're such an obnoxiously bright shade.."
Hawks: Hawks nodded, tilting his head. “Yeah they’re natural, can you even imagine what a pain in the ass it would be to dye them?”
Dabi: He ran his fingers through the feathers lightly. "Especially since you like to use them as kindling for Endeavor, apparently." He said, with a slight bitter tone.
Hawks: He tilted his head. “Somebody’s sour.”
Dabi: "Mh." He put his hands into his pockets. "I'm trying not to be."
Hawks: “Hey, don’t stop,” he pouted.
Dabi: He raised a brow. "What, petting your wing?"
Hawks: “Feels nice...”
Dabi: Dabi hesitated a moment, before he took his hands out of his pockets to start running his fingers through Hawks's feathers again. "You're a weird little bird."
Hawks: He hummed happily. “Not little.”
Dabi: "Little. Less like a hawk, more like a finch."
Hawks: “I’m not little, you’re just freakishly tall.”
Dabi: "I'm not that tall." He is. "You're just short. I get a crick in my neck from looking down at you."
Hawks: He whined, jabbing him in the side with his wing.
Dabi: Dabi gripped his side, cracking a wry grin. "What? You don't like that?"
Hawks: Hawks glared, rolling his eyes. “I’m not short!”
Dabi: "How tall are you? Gimme numbers, and I'll decide if you're truly short or not."
Hawks: ”I’m not letting you back your prejudice up with science.
Dabi: "Ah. That short, huh? My condolences."
Hawks: He elbowed him.
Dabi: Dabi chuckled a bit. "Alright, alright. I'll lay off. Even if it's kind of cute to see you get huffy about this."
Hawks: He cleared his throat, cheeks growing pink.
Dabi: "Did I embarrass you?" He gently nudged Hawks's shoulder.
Hawks: “I will stab you.”
Dabi: "I'll take my chances, feathers."
Hawks: ”Shut up, staplehead.”
Dabi: "Does this mean I'm not allowed to pet your wings now?"
Hawks: “No, please continue.”
Dabi: Dabi continued to stroke through his feathers. ".. Hard to believe these are dangerous weapons. They're soft as hell."
Hawks: Hawks exhaled slowly, closing his eyes for a moment. “Nice...”
Dabi: He watched Hawks's face, expression a little softer than normal. He looked away, still petting the other man's wings. "... I'm thinking about it again. Running off. And... Well, even if you weren't taking it all that seriously, I was." Dabi sighed through his nose. "You'd probably be the only person I'd legitimately consider running away with."
Hawks: Hawks tilted his head watching him closely. “Wanna come back to mine?”
Dabi: "That sounds like you're implying something." He cracked a lazy grin. ".. Sure."
Hawks: Hawks’ cheeks turned red. “No! I didn’t mean-!”
Dabi: "I know what you meant. I'm just teasing you." He gave a small shrug. "Though, hey... If you really did mean what you implied, I wouldn't be opposed to that, either."
Hawks: ”What happened to barely knowing me, huh?” he teased.
Dabi: Dabi rolled his eyes. "Just lead the way, hero."
Hawks: ”Be easier if I flew us there.”
Dabi: "Only if you want me to vomit on the way there." He said, folding his arms over his chest.
Hawks: He giggled, nudging him playfully. “Aw, I’ll go gentle, baby.”
Dabi: "I get motion sick." And he's afraid of heights. But that one felt weaker to admit. "And in the air, if I puke, it's gonna come right back at us. Not gonna be pretty."
Hawks: “Fine, fine, walk with me. Pussy.” He retracted his wings.
Dabi: Dabi straightened up a bit, crossing his arms somewhat defensively. "... I can handle it. I'm just.. warning you about the potential vomit. Fly us there. I don't care."
Hawks: ”No no, we’ll walk. Don’t worry.”
Dabi: "I'm not worried. Fly us."
Hawks: He lifted Dabi up, bridal style, before flying off.
Dabi: When they lifted off of the ground, he quickly gripped whatever he could hold onto of Hawks, swearing under his breath and hiding his face in the other man's neck.
Hawks: Hawks shivered slightly, being careful to fly as smoothly as possible. “You scared, hotshot?”
Dabi: "I'm--" He sighed shakily. "I'm not scared." Even though his heart was racing, and he was gripping Hawks's coat extremely tightly.
Hawks: He set Dabi down on his balcony as he landed. “Cute.”
Dabi: Dabi wobbled a tad when he was put down. But he stood up straight and tried to collect himself. He turned his head away. "I'm not cute. You're weird.."
Hawks: ”Yeah, guess you got me there.” He snickered and stepped inside
Dabi: Dabi followed him in, finally settling down some. He looked around, shoving his hands into his pockets. ".. Nice place."
Hawks: “I guess so. I’m rarely ever here.” He flopped down on the couch.
Dabi: Dabi moved over towards the couch, and sat directly on Hawks's middle. He might be tall, but he isn't too heavy, so he knows he's not going to crush the guy. "You make a bad cushion, you know."
Hawks: Hawks whined, pushing Dabi off. “Youre annoying.”
Dabi: He let himself get pushed off, just sitting on the floor near the couch. "But you like me anyways. Otherwise, you wouldn't have invited me to your place."
Hawks: “Sitting on the floor? How gay.”
Dabi: "You're gay." He replied, leaning his back against the couch. "Not my fault, anyways. I wanted to sit where you're laying."
Hawks: Hawks scooted over, making room. “I still remain unconvinced that I’m gay.”
Dabi: Dabi got up and sat down comfortably, sighing in content. "It would be disappointing if you weren't."
Hawks: ”...Why’s that?” He looked over at him.
Dabi: He scratched his cheek, and glanced aside. "... I don't think I really need to say it."
Hawks: Hawks paused. “We wouldn’t work anyways. You’ve said it yourself.”
Dabi: Dabi hesitated a long while, before leaning his head back and sighing. "... Look, I.. Say a lot of things. I don't like emotions. When I start feeling shit, I just wanna get away from the situation. I say dumb crap to distance myself."
Hawks: “You insisted. You said it like five times.”
Dabi: "I know. I know.. I just... That shit scares me. Relationships scare me. People scare me. I don't know how to protect myself without shoving people away."
Hawks: ”We barely know each other, you were right.”
Dabi: Dabi ran his hand over his face, groaning. "Hawks... I'm sorry, okay?"
Hawks: He snickered, sitting up. “That was fun.”
Dabi: Dabi just rolls onto his side and gives another groan. "This isn't fun at all."
Hawks: He poked Dabi gently. “Yeah it was. You felt all bad and shit.”
Dabi: He tried to push Hawks off the couch with his foot.
Hawks: He yelped, falling on his ass. “Hey!@
Dabi: "Your fault for being cruel to me when I was actually trying to open up and shit."
Hawks: “I wasn’t cruel! I was making sure you actually meant it!”
Dabi: "It felt cruel." He said, sitting up. ".. Still. What do you want to do about it?"
Hawks: ”Sorry.” He rubbed his face, laying down and staring at the ceiling. “Dunno.
Dabi: Dabi leaned over Hawks, giving a small hum. "... A lot's happened today. We can get some rest and see how we feel in the morning."
Hawks: Hawks frowned, looking up at him. “Oh.”
Dabi: ".. Oh? You don't like that plan?"
Hawks: ”I just figured.... The night is young.”
Dabi: "So you do know. What do you want to do, tweety?" He asked, resting his chin on his arms.
Hawks: “We could get dinner. We could watch a movie. We could have sex on my kitchen counter. I’m open to possibilities.”
Dabi: Dabi cracked a grin. "Does it have to be the kitchen counter?"
Hawks: “I’m pretty flexible.”
Dabi: He smirked a bit. "Flexible, huh?" Dabi tilted his head to the side. "As fun as it sounds to get right to the sex, I think I could actually go for a movie."
Hawks: Hawks rolled his eyes, smiling. “Don’t tell me you’re one of those guys that wants to see me as a person or whatever.”
Dabi: "You say that as if it's a bad thing. I've had one night stands before-- good as they are, I'm not looking to do that tonight."
Hawks: Hawks kissed his nose, crossing his eyes. “Homo.”
Dabi: "You're the homo." He mumbled, before pecking Hawks's lips once.
Hawks: “Im straight,” he joked
Dabi: "Uh huh." Dabi placed his hands on either side of Hawks's face. "And I'm the queen of England." He joked right back, kissing his lips again.
Hawks: ”And a radiant queen you are.” He kissed back, parting his lips
Dabi: He shut his eyes, moving his tongue into Hawks's mouth with a hum of content.
Hawks: He let out a soft moan, pulling away. “Pick out a movie.”
Dabi: Dabi blinked when Hawks pulled away. "... Tsk. You're a tease. You know that movie's only gonna become background noise."
Hawks: “You’re the one who said you didn’t wanna have sex,” he pointed out
Dabi: "I can change my mind, can't I? Plus, I just didn't want meaningless sex."
Hawks: He leaned in so that his lips ghosted just over Dabi’s. “Pick a movie, patches.”
Dabi: "Mm.." He leaned in just to steal a peck. "How do you feel about horror?"
Hawks: ”Oh no, I know that one. Wait until I get scared and then wrap your arm around me. Try again.”
Dabi: "What do you mean 'try again'? 'S my favorite genre. Ain't nothing like watching a guy hack someone to shreds to get you in the mood, y'know." He cracked a grin. "Ever seen the SAW movies..? The plot gets convoluted, but the gore is sick."
Hawks: “Maybe we should discuss fetishes, babe, cuz decapitation isn’t one of mine.”
Dabi: "That might be a dealbreaker." He leaned forwards, kissing Hawks's cheek, ear, and then neck. "Because I definitely cant get it up without decapitating my partner first."
Hawks: Hawks tilted his head back. “I like horror, I just think a lot of it is really bad.”
Dabi: "It's not meant to be good. Horror movies are a whole tier below like every other genre." He reasoned, pressing his lips against Hawks's neck again, before giving the skin a little nip. "What genre would you recommend, then? And don't say romcom."
Hawks: ”I wasn’t gonna-“ He paused as his breath caught in his throat. “Say romcom. Sheesh.”
Dabi: Dabi sucked a small, pink mark into Hawks's neck. "Then what do you say?"
Hawks: Hawks gasped, threading his fingers through Dabi’s hair. “We can watch horror if you wanna.”
Dabi: "Don't think we're gonna be watching much of anything, actually." He chuckled lightly. "I think I actually like watching you more. I like hearing your cute voice." He practically purred. His hand came up to hold Hawks's head still as he started sucking a darker mark into his neck.
Hawks: Hawks squirmed slightly, letting out a moan. “B-but Dabi,” he whined
Dabi: He hummed and stopped, giving Hawks's lips a peck. "But what?"
Hawks: ”I’m just worried you don’t respect me,” he giggled, kissing him again. “My body is a sacred temple.”
Dabi: "A sacred temple, huh?" He echoed, kissing Hawks in return again. "Does that mean you want me to worship you a little, angelface?"
Hawks: ”No, it means, like temples, it’s open to the public,” he giggled.
Dabi: "You're a dork." He leaned in, kissing Hawks's cheek. "How can I make this temple private?"
Hawks: He paused, brow furrowed in concentration. “I’m bored of this metaphor.”
Dabi: Dabi tilted his head to the side. "Then I'll ask you this way-- do you wanna make this thing we're doing more official?"
Hawks: Hawks shrugged, ruffling his wings behind him. “What do you mean?”
Dabi: "I mean.. Somewhere along the way, I started to legitimately like you. No jokes, no lies. I wanna make whatever's going on here exclusive. I wanna only kiss you, and I want you to only kiss me." He kissed Hawks's cheek again. "I'm asking you out. As childish as the word sounds, I wanna be your boyfriend."
Hawks: “That’s sorta gay,” he murmured as he kissed Dabi again. “I’m in.”
Dabi: He cracked a grin, and then pulled Hawks into a longer kiss. After a couple seconds, he pulled away. "That being said, we don't gotta fuck. Only if you actually want to. We can start off with a movie for real."