My second Dabi x reader and my first Hawks x reader x Dabi I havenāt given up on Levi that is a sin, I just need a break from writing for him for bit, but I will get all your requests done. I know some paragraphs are long I exceeded the limit so I had to bunch them together to fit it on one post. So Iāll put my a/n here. I am so close to 1,000 followers tysm everyone who has supported me I have only been active since October and I thought this account would never take off so tysm and š„³
Summary: youāre dating Hawks and a certain someone isnāt happy. Disclaimer: I donāt own My Hero Academia or you or the GIFs below Warnings: swearing, sexual references, mentions of drug/ drug use Do not repost, reblogs are helpful
Dabi watched the TV screen from his position at the bar. A glass of whiskey clenched firmly in his hand, the marred skin held by staples almost tearing at how viciously he gripped the glass.
His cerulean eyes narrowed into a fowl glare as he watched the images flash across the TV screen, one of his long legs bouncing up and down from where it rested in the bar stool. His arm folded over the other on the bar counter and his jaw clenched.
The two other villains sat around the small bar could see the annoyance on their friends face. Toga and Twice sending eachother confused looks as to why their ally was so angered by some stupid news anchor.
Of course they would never know the real reason to Dabiās frustration, how could they?
They assumed it was due to their failure to take out the upper parts of Fukuoka that had the villain so pissed off, their failure was being broadcasted to the whole of Japan, so it was understandable why Dabi would be upset.
But if they had looked closer to the images playing on the flatscreen, if they had noticed how a low growl would rip through his throat whenever your face appeared on the anchor, then they would have known that the previous missionās failure was not what the issue.
āAnother day saved by the incredible number two hero Hawks.ā the news reporter said into her microphone.
Dabi squeezed his glass even tighter at the sight of the winged hero appearing beside the female reporter, a cocky smirk on his face as he ran a hair through his tousled blond hair. A few scars on his face that had been given from the earlier struggle but his eyes seemed sultry beneath his yellow visor, his tan jacket slightly singed from Dabiās azure flames. Keigo looked very relaxed for someone who had just battled against someone as powerful as Dabi and that only pissed the villain off even more.
āHawks you saved the day yet again, is there any advice you can give to those aspiring to be as accomplished as you?ā the reporter asked, holding the mic up to his face and Dabi scoffed at the heroās surprise of having a microphone shoved under his nose.
āI can only say donāt give in.ā Hawks answered, his piercing eyes looking right into the camera āthere will be times people tell you that you canāt do anything, but screw those guys. If you have the will power, you can do it.ā
āGreat advice from our number two hero.ā the reporter said beginning to move the mic away only for Hawks to grab it back a playful glint on his eyes and Dabi knew what was coming next.
āIt also helps to have an amazing partner by your side. I know I do.ā
Before anyone could stop him, Hawks reaches a hand out to grab something, or someone, and pull her into frame. Dabi could feel his anger simmer beneath his burnt skin, the heat flooding through him in uncontrollable waves as he watched Keigo pull you into his side. One of his arms wrapped around your slim waist and the scarlet wing nearest to you surrounding your body in a protective manner that made Dabiās glare only deepen. That should be him holding you like that. It should be him that held you into his side, protecting you from the rest of the world, not some puffed up oaf with an ego bigger then his obnoxious scarlet wings
āAs many of you probably know, this little lady is Blitz.ā Hawks introduced and you only nodded at the camera giving a small wave, you were clearly still dazed at having been pulled so suddenly into the spot light āshes my partner and I would be lost without her.ā
Dabi felt the air hitch in his lungs when he saw you shuffle almost uncomfortably on the spot. Your own visor doing little to hide the look of embarrassment on your face and your silver wings being squeezed slightly by Keigoās own wing that was around your body as the hero beside you pulled you closer into his side. He still didnāt understand why you were with Hawks, the man was eccentric and you were much more reserved. While Hawks liked to be flashy and aesthetically appealing while saving lives, you were much more direct with getting the job done. You were polar opposites, the only thing you seemed to have in common with Hawks was the pair of wings on your back.
When you had made your first debut as a hero the fans had been quick to pair you with Keigo, your beautiful silver wings having captivated the hearts of many people. Of course when you had come into the spotlight, you had been Dabiās.
His temper only grew as his mind brought him back to the days he would lie in bed beside you, his fingers running through your soft feathers a you slept on his chest. Those days seemed so far away now.
āSo Blitz.ā the new reporter said holding the microphone up to your lips breaking Dabiās train of thought, āfirst of all congratulations for ranking as the number eight hero, thatās very impressive considering you only appeared a year ago.ā
At the reporters words images of you taken during battle were presented. Pictures of you soaring through the air at intense speeds, pictures of you wrapping your wings around a child as an explosion was set off in the background and pictures of you falling from the sky with a bloodied and bruised face.
Dabi could recall the day that particular photo was taken, he had never been so terrified when he had seen you falling from the air as he watched on tv screens in shop windows. You had come back to him injured and he had cared for you, he could still remember the way you had gasped in pain as his fingers brushed over your cuts which was quickly forgiven with a kiss.
āAmong your fan base there are rumours that you and Hawks are an item. Is that true?ā
Dabiās hand around his whiskey went through the glass he was holding, his fingers having held it so tightly it had caused the delicate item to shatter. Bits of crystal flying along the counter top, bits of jagged fragments sticking into his rough skin, scarlet spots of blood seeping out from under the silver staples. Bronze whiskey leaking onto the counter in a sticky puddle with ruby drops from his hand staining the golden whiskey and it began to run off the sides of the mahogany bar, which he ignored, too transfixed by the image of you. Your face having turned a shade of pink as he stared down at the mic in front of your lips and Dabi waited with baited breath for you answer.
āAre you an item?ā the reporter pressed causing you to look up into the camera, your bottom lip being chewed on by your teeth as Dabi felt his body lean into the counter from the anxiety.
āI donāt know where these speculations came from.ā you defend, with an almost irritated voice, as you glared at Hawks beside you who rubbed his head, giving you an innocent grin.
āAww come on babe, who are we trying to fool?ā Keigo asked, the name he had given you sending ripples of jealousy across Dabiās body.
āYes.ā you said eventually, your head nodding and your hair bounced around your face āYes Hawks and I are together.ā
āWell there you have it folks!ā the reporter waved off cheerily a huge grin on her face as Hawks shared a kiss with you behind her back, his wings moving around your smaller body to keep out prying eyes which Dabi was silently grateful for āHawks and Blitz are officially in a relationship. Can I ask you some questions Hawks?ā
Dabi had stopped listening after that.
Whatever Hawks was saying to the reporter had fallen on deaf ears as his cerulean eyes remained fixed on you and he could see in your face an almost guilty look as your boyfriend blabbered to the reporter, your body pressed into his and your eyes downcast to the floor.
So you were dating Hawks.
It wasnāt like he didnāt theorise the concept of your possible relationship with the number two hero. He had only hoped he was wrong and that Keigo was just being a flirt and that you had just accepted his attempts at being friendly. But it seemed that the constant flirting during missions that had been recorded on TV, the unmissable dynamic you both shared when flying side by side and the fact that Keigo was always by your side whenever danger occurred was not an act of friendship like Dabi had hoped.
You were once his and now you were with Kiego. He wouldnāt stand for it. How could he?
He could feel his flames erupting from beneath his skin, cobalt flames rippling over his finger and shoulders. The area around him now bathed in turquoise light, the glass of the many liquor bottles that lived the back of the bar now cast in a blue glow as his anger now boiled on the surface.
āI always knew they were a thing.ā
Togaās voice interrupted Dabiās quiet and simmering rage, the flames instantly evaporating as he let his gaze turn to the small blond as she spoke to Twice. Her golden eyes almost shining as she gazed at the TV screen, a dreamy look in her face that Dabi found quite sickening.
āI think everyone knew that Blitz and Hawks were dating.ā Twice said.
āYeah because you can see the bulge in his pants whenever she walks by.ā Twiceās other side spoke causing Toga to burst into laughter and Dabiās mood to only darken.
āI wonder what her blood tastes like.ā Toga continued licking her lips āI bet itās super sweet and tasty.ā
Dabi arched a brow, the staples in his cheeks stretching slightly as he pulled his lips into a frown. He was used to the girlās antics and desire for blood, he ignited whatever fetish she had with it but hearing her threaten you like that for once caught his attention but he wouldnāt comment on it.
āI think they make a really cute couple.ā Toga added āand theyāre both so dreamy. What do you think Dabi?ā
He didnāt answer right away. Instead he rolled his neck lazily back and gave the small girl a side eye.
āI donāt care Toga. If bird brain wants to shag that bitch he can. Iām sure Shigaraki will exploit it somehow.ā Dabi answered lazily standing up from his chair.
The barstool squeaking against the floor as he rise to his feet. His long black coat moving around his legs as he shoved his burnt hands i to his pockets, his heavy combat boots thumping loudly against the floor and his spikes ebony hair fell over his face to conceal the dark look in his eyes.
āWhere are you going?ā Twice asked.
āWho cares.ā his other half spat but Dabi ignored it.
āOut.ā was his only reply as he opened the double doors to the bar and didnāt bother looking back at the others inquisitive looks.
He let the doors swing closed behind him as he exited the bar and made his way through the bland corridors and out into the alleyway. The cool night hair hitting his still searing skin, the moon like a silver penny in the sky and the city was cast in the golden glow of streetlights with the sound of a few cars passing along the main road.
Dabi inhaled deeply, pressing his tired eyes closed, the icy air filling his lungs and pressing kisses to his sore skin. The metal of his staples growing cold as he remained leaning against the wall of the LoV base, the rough brickwork hard and unwelcoming against his back from under his moth eaten coat. The collar of his coat upturned around his face and concealing the lower half of of his jaw, the edges singed and ripped from years of use but he didnāt care anything he owned would just get ruined so what was the point in buying a new one.
He opened his eyes as he exhaled, a small puff of silver air leaving his lips as his warm breath net the crisp winter air. He pulled his hands out of his pockets to pull back the right side of his coat, slipping his left hand into the pocket that was concealed by the right side of his chest. His fingers gripping around the small box and pulling it from his pocket to flip the top back off the cigarette box. He gazed lazily down at the white sticks filled with tobacco, choosing which one would be his victim as he pulled one out, putting the box back into his pocket.
āHello old friend.ā he muttered down at the cigarette he was rolling between his fingers before placing it in his mouth.
It hung loosely between his teeth, the bitter taste of tobacco filling his mouth as he held a hand up to cover it from the bio in the air. Raising his pinkie to the end of the cigarette he allowed a small flame to burst from the tip of his little finger, the flickering cobalt flame danced along the surface of his calloused skin. The heat lapping over his fingernail as he held his cigarette over it, the white paper soon glowing a warm orange as it was swallowed by the small flame.
Shoving one hand back into his pocket he used the other to hold his cigarette to his lips as he took a deep hit. The smoke pouring into his lungs and filling his mouth with the bittersweet taste of the chemicals inside, an earthy taste flooding his throat from hints of weed he had previously added to the mixture.
He let his head fall back against the wall as he pursed his lips, the grey smoke swirling into the air as he exhaled. Bribing the cigarette down from his lips and letting his arm drop by his side, flicking a finger against the cigarette letting the end scatter golden ashes to the floor. He hadnāt smoked in a while. It felt good to finally have the nicotine and herbs back in his system, it filled him with a certain ecstasy that he had long since been deprived of.
One that you had filled for him.
He took another hit from his cigarette, a small smirk creeping over his lips as he recalled your distaste for the things.
Cancer sticks you had called them, after explaining how deadly they were for him you had given them the name cancer sticks to try and deter him from damaging his body, not that it wasnāt damaged enough he argued, but Dabi had only laughed as he pressed kisses to your pouty lips.
That had seemed like a lifetime ago, but it didnāt matter.
Your lives had gone separate ways once you became a hero and despite his distaste for your new partner, he had to admit he was glad that you had gotten over him and moved on with your life. But then again from the evidence of your discomfort on TV he wasnāt so sure you had gotten over him, but you had never been an open person so perhaps your apparent lack of optimism about your new relationship was purely down to nerves at making it public. However it wasnāt his business, as far as he was concerned you were a distant memory he wanted to forget. But how could he when your face was plastered in every magazine, every poster and every tv channel. It was beginning to drive him insane and he feared that it was only a matter of time before he did something drastic.
āWhy arenāt you inside? Youāre whiskey is probably missing you.ā
Dabi turned his head to the left to see Shigaraki exciting from the doors to the lair. His ashy blue hair in its usual bed head state, the white hand clanked over his face to reveal a pair of garnet eyes between the fingers, his neck was swollen and red with finger nail scratches embedded by his throat from hours of scratching at his skin. His posture in its usual hunched position and his hands were shoved deep into his trouser pockets as he stepped toward the other villain, stopping infront of him.
āCanāt you let a guy have a fag in peace?ā Dabi grunted taking another hit āI donāt get much time to myself anymore.ā
āYou saw the news?ā Shigaraki asked ignoring Dabiās antisocial comments āI canāt believe them.ā
āDidnāt think you were interested in that kinda stuff.ā Dabi replied flicking the cigarette again to send more ash to the ground.
āThey recognise our failure. They slander our reputation.ā Shigaraki growled āof course Iām interested in it.ā
Dabi arched a brow. He didnāt know why he had thought the blue haired villain had been referring to the news of Hawks and yourself, of course Shigaraki was more interested in the failure of his team then the gossip of a new romance. It put him at ease to know that the ruthless LoV leader hadnāt payed attention to you.
āWhatās our next move then?ā Dabi drawled, his bright blue eyes locking with Shigarakiās ruby reds grin under the hand over his face.
āWe need to take Fukuoka to prepare for the next part of our plan. With that winged bastard and his winged whore now on high alert itās going to be more difficult.ā he answered reaching a hand up to scratch the side of his neck, his fingers clawing under his jaw and making an awful scraping sound.
āSo you saw that the feathered freak is with (y/-)...Blitz.ā Dabi caught himself before he spilled your name.
If Shigaraki had heard the slight slip up he didnāt comment.
āOf course I know. If anything we can use it to our advantage.ā
So predictable, Dabi thought to himself.
āHow do you plan on getting close enough to Hawks to exploit him?ā Dabi asked taking one final inhale of his cigarette before throwing it to the floor and grinding it into the pavement with his boot.
āItās not Hawks I plan to get close to. I know you had affiliations with her.ā
Dabi felt the air catch in his throat. He kept his face steady, the same deadpan look in his face but Shigaraki could see the raven haired manās eyes widen ever so slightly and a triumphant smirk fell across his face as he watched Dabi squirm under his gaze.
āI donāt know what youāre talking about.ā Dabi replied with a shrug.
At his words Shigaraki pulled something out from his pocket and Dabi couldnāt hide the shock that crawled across his face at the sight of a small, lacy red thong in Shigarakiās hands. Dabi growled and snatched the garment from the other manās hands and stuffed it into his pocket. Shigaraki only laughed at Dabiās reaction.
āWhere you did get that?ā Dabi growled glaring daggers.
āI think Iāll be asking the questions around here.ā Shigaraki snapped but the triumph was evident in his voice.
Dabi could be a wild card at times and upon having found the thong in Dabiās draw beside a silver feather and some other keep sakes from his previous relationship, it hadnāt taken long for the blue haired man to put two and two together and think of ways to further control the burnt male. Dabi watched Shigaraki cautiously. If the leader found out that he still harboured very deep feelings for you then it was possible he would use you as leverage against Dabi. He was loyal the Shigarakiās cause but it wasnāt unlike Dabi to choose his own path, if Shigaraki exploited his weakness then he would be like a dog on a tight lead.
āI only have a few questions for you.ā Shigaraki said not waiting for Dabi to reply āhow long were you with our pretty little silver birdie?ā
āLong enough.ā Dabi grunted āitās not important.ā
āNo I suppose not. Iām just curious as to how someone as ethereal as her ended up with an ugly fucker like yourself.ā
āYouāre not exactly a face sheād sit on either.ā Dabi glowered pulling another cigarette out from his pack and lighting it with his pinkie taking another drag āonly difference between us that she did sit on my face. Many times.ā
āYouāre a master at ruining a manās fantasies.ā Shigaraki grumbled.
Dabi didnāt say anything expect feel his insides squirm at the idea of Shigaraki or any other man having fantasies about you. One of the many reasons he had been so against you becoming a hero, the āattentionā that men gave the female heros was sickening for him and he had wanted to protect you from it.
āWas that your only question or are we done here?ā Dabi asked once again flicking the excess bits from his cigarette.
āNo Iām curious to a few more important things.ā
āGet it over with then.ā
āI need to know you ended things with her, or more likely why she ended things with you.ā
āShit happens.ā Dabi answered half heartedly turning his face away from his boss.
His staples shining under the moonlight along his face and under his eyes, his shaggy hair being bullied by small brushes of wind that swept his onyx hair across his face.
He didnāt want to talk about something so sensitive with someone as insensitive as Shigaraki. In truth it still hurt him to talk about why he had ended things.
You had always wanted to be a hero and even when with Dabi he had ambitions to be an anti-hero. Neither of you really believed the other would accomplish their dreams, Dabi had thought you would follow wherever he went and you had believed that he would let go of his anger if you stayed with him.
It wasnāt until a few weeks since you became a hero that Dabi realised just how different your lives were. He had left with only a note to explain himself and had perused his desire to wipe heros from existent. Or at least one in particular.
He had never once doubted that he was still in love with you, but how could he be with someone who had become the very thing he swore to destroy? That was a year ago. A year since he had left you behind and he hated himself for it everyday, but Endeavour needed to brought down.
āYouāre vagueness isnāt helpful Dabi.ā Shigaraki warned, Dabi only stared at him through bored eyes as he remained leant into the wall, his eyes on the floor an head bowed as he inhaled more nicotine and weed.
āBe thankful Iām even still here listening to you. Can I go now?ā
āIf you wanted to leave you could have. I wasnāt going to stop you.ā Shigaraki replied once again scratching his neck ābut I think you knew that. I think you like talking about her which begs the next question: do you still love her?ā
āI was never in love with her.ā Dabi said his heart aching at his words as he played it off āshe was a good shag and having her as my my girlfriend meant that no one else could ruin her tight pussy. Thatās all. But then she became a hero. A good sense of justice isnāt attractive to a guy like me.ā
āBut you keep her things in your drawer.ā
āI get hard. Having her stuff helps.ā Dabi said shamelessly āIām a male, I have needs and this slutty thong does it for me. Thatās all.ā
āSo I can trust that when it comes down to it, when it really matters, I can count on you to hurt her. Maybe even kill her.ā
It wasnāt a question so much as a statement but Dabi nodded. He had wanted to avoid any situation that meant he would ever have to hurt you, but you werenāt his to protect anymore. You had that pretty bird boy now. Keigo. You wouldnāt run to Dabi if you were in trouble, you would run to Keigo. Keigo always took whatever Dabi had. Now his oldest friend had you and Dabi knew he only had himself to blame.
He wondered if you were happy with Keigo and if you were happy with that bird brain then Dabi couldnāt be mad at the hero for it. If Keigo was doing a better job at being a good boyfriend then how could Dabi possibly say he was angry because if you were content then that was all Dabi wanted for you. Yes he was jealous and yes he still loved you, if you went looking for him he would make himself known. But he loved you enough to realise that he had to let you go.
āWhen it comes down it Shigaraki,ā Dabi said hoarsely his from voice gruff as he tried to push down his bubbling emotions, he took one last drag from his cigarette and let it fall to the floor once again crushing it into the concrete with his boot before looking up to meet the red eyes of Shigaraki āwhen it comes down to it, it doesnāt matter what I feel or what I felt. Our cause is greater then a flame and Iām loyal to the league. If Blitz needs to be taken out Iāll do it.ā
His cerulean eyes held with Shigarakiās for the longest time, as if the first one to blink couldnāt be trusted. It wasnāt until the boss nodded, a grin on his face from under the palm of the hand around his face. He knew Dabi wasnāt being completely honest and he would eventually test the flame users pledge, but for now he would accept Dabiās answer. Satisfied with the conversation Shigaraki didnāt say another word as he turned on his heel to head back inside.
Dabi watched the blue haired Male open the door and slip inside, leaving Dabi alone with his own thoughts again. He let his gaze wander to the starry night sky above the dingy alleyway, the sound Of cats fighting nearby the only noise that met his pierced ears. He knew that Shigaraki hadnāt completely bought what he had sold but it would do for now. Whatever challenges he faced in the future he would deal with when they came. For now he knew he had somewhere to be, somewhere he needed to be.
You lay on top of Keigo, both your bodies nestled together on the sofa as the TV blared quietly in the background. Your arms looped around his neck and your head resting on is broad chest and your legs tangled with his, your chest pressed into his and his braid arms wrapped tightly around your body as he nuzzled his nose into your (y/h/c) hair. His wings raised around where you lay on top of him, as if to create a shield around you, a curtain of gorgeous feathers surrounding you and giving you both some privacy from the huge glass windows of the pent house you shared.
Your own wings were draped over your back acting like a blanket, Keigoās arms resting under the base of your wings and one of his fingers lazily stroking a stray silver feather that stuck out from your display of glistening feathers.
You sighed in comfort as you buried your face further into his warm neck, inhaling his cologne that smelt like sandal wood and cinnamon. It was a comforting scent but it was sweeter then what you were used to, Dabiās tobacco and earthy scent was a lot rougher on the nose and in all honesty it was a scent you craved. You didnāt hate Dabi for what he did, he was complicated person and you understood that he had his own agendas that didnāt fit in with the life you had chosen. In all honesty you had expected him to walk away at some point, you hadnāt believed it when it had happened and you had shut yourself away.
It wasnāt until Keigo reached out that you managed to find comfort with anyone else other then Dabi. Keigo made you laugh, he may have been a dork and immature at times but he was good person and he treated you right. He was safe.
But apart of you, a part you had tried to bury away still longed for the danger and unpredictable edge Dabi had given your life. Being with Dabi had been one turn after the next and it had kept you on the edge of your seat, you didnāt like being in a comfort zone. Dabi offered you the life you had only seen in movies, there had been no white picket fences or the images of a traditional white wedding in truth you hadnāt known what the future with Dabi would have looked like. It hadnāt scared you, it had only enticed you further. But you knew you had to grow up. Keigo, while childish at times, would help you intergrate into a real world life. One that was different to your rebellious teen years spent with Dabi. One that you were willing to try. Even if sometimes you would crave for the thrill of your teen years.
None of that mattered now though. You were with Hawks. You loved Hawks. But maybe, deep down, you were still in love with Dabi too.
āCan we turn this off?ā you mumble against Keigoās neck as the noise from the TV reaches your ears, your moment of inner thoughts being disturbed.
āYou donāt wanna see our piece?ā Keigo asked with a grin as you released a groan.
āDonāt tell me you pre recorded it.ā you sighed pulling your head out from his neck to stare him in the eyes. His golden irises gleaming with mischief.
āItās a possibility.ā he said rubbing a hand behind his head, his messy and windswept hair being tousled by his fingers.
Keigo always took the liberty of pre recording news anchors, being a hero and all he rarely got time to just unwind and see what else was going on in the world. His curiosity was amusing but you hated to research yourself on the news, you knew your social skills were inept to say the least and so you always looked so awkward to be stood beside the other pros. You would fidget it try to fly away from he cameraās, social media had labelled you the āvoiceless angelā because you so seldom talked.
So it was fair to say you would always complain if you knew your boyfriend wanted to watch the news when you knew you would be featured. Keigo would just laugh and tell you that you always looked so beautiful when on tv and it was a chance to show the world what they couldnāt have. Because you were his.
Dabi had never done that.
āOh here it is.ā Keigo said giving you another grin which you rolled your eyes at, trying to bury your face into the shirt he was wearing to hide your growing blush ācome on dove, donāt you wanna see our little segment? I hear itās pretty good stuff.ā
āYouāre asking me if I want to rewatch the most awkward moment of my life, again?ā you ask giving him a pitiful glare which he only chuckles at, his narrow eyes creasing by the edges as he presses his lips to your nose leaving a soft kiss on your skin.
āYou love me donāt you?ā
āDonāt play that card with me.ā
āI could strangle you.ā you threaten and a smirk spreads across Keigoās handsome face at the empty threat, his arms unfolding from around your waist. Holding his hands up to run his fingers along he top of your wings, a shiver of pleasure quivering along your spine as his fingers tips run over the silk like feathers of your wings causing them to shudder under his touch.
āIf you wanna strangle me dove by all means go ahead, our bedroom is just across the hall.ā he says, his playful voice now low and husky as he leans forward to let his teeth nip your earlobe, your wings now trembling and puffing up slightly from arousal as you feel his warm breath fall against your neck. His teeth having nicked your earlobe meant his lips were now hovering inches from your neck and you could only gaze into his honey gold eyes that held a sultry stare within their depths. As if hypnotised by his serenity, you felt your self lowering down to press your lips to his, a moan rumbling in his chest as you moved your hands to either side of his cheeks, his small bits of stubble prickling under your fingers as his own hands ran over your back to rest on your rear, his hands giving a gentle squeeze that made a small gasp escape your lips.
Keigo grinned as he pressed his own lips back against your own, his pride evident in the pleasure he was giving you. He gripped you tightly into him, the feeling of his toned body beneath his dirt being pressed into your own causing your heart to hammer in your chest as he looped a leg over yours to be able to pivot you around on the sofa so you were beneath him. The bulge in his crotch rubbing against your sensitive area, causing the air to catch in your lungs and a weak feeling to spread throughout your knees.
Your body relaxed as you felt his much bigger form press you deeper into the sofa, your wings like a feathery blanket under your back as Keigoās own wings were fully spread over the two of you. His lips had travelled from your Keigoās to your neck, his tongue warm against your collar bone as he left red and swollen bits of skin in his wake. His hands sliding up your abdomen to give your heaving chest a gentle squeeze, another moan leaving your lips which only seemed to egg him on. Your fingers flew to his beach blonde hair, your elegant digits lacing between the tangled locks and pulling on the then gently as he continued to work his way down your body. His face now hovering by the top of your trousers, teasing you as ran his tongue over your toned stomach having pulled your shirt up to expose your skin to him.
āK-Keigo please.ā you moaned as he let his hands run up your thighs still reusing to undo your zipper.
The news now having been completely forgotten as he continued to runs his hands across your thighs, his lips peppering you with light kisses and you shuddered in anticipation at his touch wanting so desperately for him to press his lips and tongue to other areas.
āWhat was that dove?ā Keigo asked, his tone laced with a coyness that made you agitated, his fingers once again squeezing your muscular thigh, his thumb brushing over your wet pussy. The nerves tingling from under the material of your jeans at the action as his thumb continued to run back and forth between your legs.
āPlease Keigo.ā you begged again and your boyfriend grinned in response, his wings flapping slightly in excitement.
āIf thatās what the lady wants.ā he teased reaching his finger up to undo the button to your jeans and your head began to grow fuzzy as you waited with baited breath for him to begin to show you some real attention. Your tummy fluttering with more butterflies as he slowly pulled back the zipper, you bit your lips as you felt his fingers run just above your pelvis as he pulled back the material of your jeans and he began to teach for your lacy thong but he lauded briefly, a puzzled look on his face.
āWhatās wrong?ā you asked your ecstasy being replaced with concern as your boyfriend shook his head.
āNothing. I just thought you said you would be wearing red today.ā Hawks shrugged giving you a cocky smirk as he puffed out his wings āyou know itās a pretty awesome colour.ā
āI couldnāt find the red one I had. I thought I had a spare one but I couldnāt find my old one.ā you answered before sitting up and letting your fingers grip the collar of his shirt and pulled his face closer to yours.
He released a grunt of surprise as his body was sharply rugged forward, his hands landing either side of your body on the sofa and his wings flapping in slight alarm as your lips met his. Your fingers still gripping his shirt tightly as his mouth melted against your own, one arm supporting his weight by your hip and the other perched by the side of your head on the back of the sofa.
Your wings were pushed between you and the arm rest of the sofa, the feathers ponding into your skin and a slight cramp coming from your back which you ignored, too engrossed in kissing your boyfriend. His tongue moving against your own and his nose brushing against your cheek as you ran your hands over his firm bicep as he moved his hands back down to your exposed pelicans as he started to pull away the thong that prevented him from giving you the full Hawks experience. The butterflies returned to your stomach and battered your nerves as he once again lowered his head to your lower half and your fingers gripped his fluffy locks of hair again. You squeezed your eyes closed as you once again felt the fuzzy warm feeling already over your body as you waited with anticipation for your boyfriend to start making you really squirm.
Your thoughts of what could occur were interrupted as Hawkās phone vibrated in the coffee table next to where you and Hawks were on the sofa. Keigo released an angered groan as he reached for his phone, sliding the object off the counter and into his hand as he switched the in button, the home screen being a selfie he had taken of you and him on your first date. A message was evident in the screen and he typed in his password and the phone unlocked with a click to reveal the message. You arched a brow as he sighed and rubbed a hand over his face as he switched off his phone and tucked it into his pocket. His gaze met yours and he gave you an apologetic smile.
āSorry my love, duty calls.ā he sighed as he leaned in to press a kiss to your cheek as you whined giving him a pout.
āOk but hurry home.ā you teased as you pressed one last lips to his kiss and he gave a lopsided grin before standing up and making his way towards the door. Grabbing his jacket and visor that had been hanging in the back of one of the dining table chairs he pulled the camel coloured flight jacket over his shoulders and wings before pulling the yellow tinted visor over his eyes.
āIāll be back soon turtle dove.ā he called to you as he made his way to the door.
āYou might want to wait for a friend of yours to leave first.ā you called back to him with a sly grin, he gave you an adorable puzzled look before glancing down and gasping as you burst out into laughter āyouād better be really quick getting back if you want that to go away.ā
āOr I could get rid of it now.ā he grinned.
āNo go be a hero. Save someoneās cat or something, Iāll still be here when you get back.ā
āOoh Iām scared now.ā you tease blowing him a kiss which he caught as he waved before opening out the door and closing it softly behind him to make his way to the roof. You sighed, falling back into the sofa and letting your head rest against the cushions as you closed your eyes taking a deep breath as you let the excitement and buzz from earlier wash away. You reached your hands down to zip up the fly of your trousers and button it back up as you flexed your wings to push you off the sofa.
You rise to your feet, stretching your body out as you reach arms above your head, your silver wings releasing a satisfying pop as the stretched out behind you. The glistening feathers shimmering in the dimly lit penthouse as they ruffled from each movement as you pulled them back towards your body letting them droop slightly in a relaxed state.
You glanced up when you heard the news reporter who had interviewed from earlier you come on the screen, you almost cringed at seeing yourself stood so awkwardly next to Hawks on the tv as the reporter shoved the microphone near your lips. Even now, stood watching the replay, you could feel the second hand embarrassment of being forced to admit your relationship to the world.
āThatās enough of that.ā you mumbled as you reached down to grasp the remote and turn the tv off, the picture being replaced with a black screen as you bent down to put the remote back on the table, except you froze halfway as you caught something, or someone, in the reflection of the tv screen.
Your eyes lingered in the figure you saw in the black screen, the air catching in your lungs as you recognised his glinting staples that lined his cheeks and under his eyes, his bright cerulean eyes duller in the reflection but still so strikingly beautiful. Slowly you dropped the remote on to the glass table top with a soft clack before cautiously standing back, taking steady breath as if at any sudden movement the man behind you were a wild animal that would pounce at any moment.
āHey Princess.ā he drawled, his brazen tone filling your ears and cashing your heart to lurch in your chest, but you would always remain collected around him. You would never let him see that he got to you.
Slowly you turn around to face him, folding your arms across your chest as your eyes met his.
He hadnāt changed a bit. His hair still a striking onyx, his body as lean and tall as it was before and the smell of cigarettes and burnt whiskey emitted from where he stood, filling your nose and numbing your mind. His was posture slightly slouched as his hands were shoved deep into his coat pockets, his strong jaw clenched in a straight line and the staples in his face moving in his skin with each blink of his cold and mesmerising eyes, his unruly and wild hair falling over his face and even with his purple patches of skin that were marred and twisted by years of abuse from his cremation quirk, he was still one of the most handsome men in the world to you.
āWhat are you doing here?ā you ask trying your hardest to bury the surge of emotions that were flooding your senses.
āThought you would want this back.ā he answered as he pulled something out of his pocket.
Your eyes widening when you saw a familiar red thong hanging from one of his fingers, a smirk on his thin lips and you felt heat rush to your face as you started at the skimpy piece of clothing swinging from his finger.
āI was looking for that.ā you grumbled he stepped closer and you snatched it from his fingers as you leant over the sofa to reach forward. Your fingers closing around the garnet red lace as you stuffed it into your jean pocket, your wings wrapping slightly around your body for comfort and Dabi arched a brow at the action. He knew what that meant. You were uncomfortable by his presence and it made his heart sink slightly. But he ignored, he always ignored his heart. He trusted his head more.
āSo you live in this fancy ass place now?ā he says casually as he cranes his neck around to take in the glamorous open plan pent house you shared with the number two hero.
He took in the white marble kitchen counter tops and the hardwood floors with the flatscreen tv and the leather sofas, the king sized bed and the expensive pieces of art that hung from the walls. Not to mention the windows that lined one side of the apartment to give you a spectacular view of the city below, the car and street lights like ever moving stars below. It was a palace compared to the small and rather gritty apartment you had once shared with him. Dabi could offer you nothing but a life full of violence and poor financial situations. He was living off stolen credit cards and the only place he had to sleep was one of the filthy bedrooms that the league had to offer. He was beginning to feel inferior to his old friend and as he looked around the modern and beautiful living space he stood in he realised that he really had nothing to give you that you deserved.
āDabi why are you really here?ā you asked ignoring his statement about your penthouse and he turned his attention back to you.
āCanāt I see an old flame?ā he drawled stepping closer and you backed away, your wings instinctively puffing out to look bigger and hopefully intimidate him. It didnāt work.
āAww come on doll, donāt be like that.ā
āDabi please just answer the question. Iām already breaking my morals by not taking you in.ā you warned but he only scoffed.
āYou and your hero morals.ā he mumbled turning his face to the side to glare at the floor āyou havenāt changed a bit have you sweetheart?ā
āDabi.ā you growled āthe question, answer it. Otherwise Iām calling Kei and heād be happy to show you out.ā
Dabi turned his gaze back towards you, cocking his head to the side and clicking his tongue as if annoyed by the statement.
āWhen did you become such a damsel?ā he asked as he let his head tilt back slightly āI remember you wanting to be the hero, not the victim.ā
You grit your teeth a quiet hiss escaping your lips at his words, anger bubbling under you skin and had you had a fire quirk, you were sure you would have burst into flames.
āBeing with bird brain make you soft?ā he bullies.
āYou left me. You remember that?ā you growl stepping around the sofa to stand infront of him, he dropped his gaze to look down at you.
Amusement swimming in the depths of his irises as he took in the image of you glaring up at him as your wings twitched in frustration and your chest bumping against his as you tried to get in his face but quickly pulled away, scrunching your nose up in distaste as an earthy smell met your nose.
āHave you been smoking weed again?ā you ask suddenly forgetting your earlier aggravation.
He shouts you a lopsided grin, the staples by his lips stretching against the crevasses in his face.
āLifeās no fun without something to take the edge off. I might have some left if you wanna drag.ā he offers pulling the box out from his coat pocket and give him a disgusted look.
āFrom those cancer sticks? No thanks. I like being able to breathe.ā
āNo princess, you like your weed straight. I remember, itās the tobacco that puts you off. Otherwise Iām sure youād relive your glory days.ā he says huskily and you realise heās lowered his face down, his lips dangerously close to your own and you want to pull away but something about him is magnetic and holds you in place.
āIām living my glory days now Dabi.ā you defend and you feel your heart clench at how his face falls slightly at your words but you try to ignore it āsmoking weed with you, sex with you, living with you, loving you were all parts of my life Iāll never forget. But Dabi we were kids. Stupid teenagers with ambitions that didnāt link. We wanted different things and Iām in my prime now. The life I live now is my glory.ā
Dabi stays silent for a while. His jaw clenching and unclenching as he riled his tongue piercing around in his mouth. He could remember the girl he had fallen so desperately in love with. She lived for the danger, she enjoyed the ecstasy of smoking weed in bed with him, she had always strived to be something better but he had hoped that he would have been included in that something better. But as you became more endorsed in being a hero, you had pulled away from his criminal antics and he had chosen to leave. For both your sakes.
āSo it meant nothing to you?ā he asked his tone somewhat defeated.
āThatās not what I said.ā you replied instantly reaching a hand up to gently grip his chin. The skin by his jaw was calloused and rough under your fingertips, the staples cool beneath your skin as you pulled his face round to meet yours.
āDabi I loved you, so much.ā you whispered ābut you left me. You walked out on me. Iāve moved on. Now please, I donāt want to turn you in, so go. Before Keigo comes home.ā
āBird brain wonāt be coming back anytime soon,ā the villain said as he pulled a burner phone from his pocket āaccording the distress call he got, heās going to take some time.ā
āYou son of a bitch.ā
āHey now doll easy, no need to bring my mother into this.ā
āThatās better, but my parents were married.ā
You scowled at him, your wings flapping in annoyance and you flinched as Dabi reaches out. His warm fingers running down the length of your extra appendages, you glanced over your shoulder to watch as his burnt fingers smoothed down the ruffled feathers, his eyes transfixed on them as if he were captivated in a memory long forgotten that he suddenly recalled. But he would never forget running his hands over your wings as you slept beside him at night. It was too precious to him. You stayed quiet as you let him continue his actions, hating how much you adored the heat from his long fingers as they made their way down your wings. His touch was like an old friend you hadnāt seen for a lifetime, his fingers just seemed to fit between your silver feathers and his presence was soothing for you.
āAre you ok?ā you ask in a hushed voice as he continued to just stroke your wings, hoping that with each stroke he gave then would make you fall for him all over again. But it was never that simple.
āWhat do you mean angel?ā
You bit your tongue at the nickname, the air hitching in your lungs as you tried to suppress tears that threatened to fall. Why had everything changed so much? He was like a stranger but also like a lost part of yourself.
āI mean are you safe? Do you have a home or somewhere to stay?ā you asked and he scoffed.
āWorried about me now dollface?ā he teased but the smile faded from his face when you didnāt laugh and he sighed pulling his hand away from your wings to scratch the back of his head bridge shoving both hands in his pockets.
āDabi Iām serious.ā you push, your voice barely a whisper.
āI know you are angel.ā he answered noticing the tears sparkling over your eyes āitās not a great place to stay but itās somewhere to sleep I guess.ā
āWell I could give you some money or...ā you trailed off as he held a hand up to stop you from talking.
āDonāt stress about it. Iām in need of a saviour but Iām not asking for favours. I can look after myself.ā
āItās ok (y/n).ā he reassured placing a hand on your shoulder which you didnāt shrug away, his hand heavy on your smaller body āI donāt want to be a burden.ā
āYouāre not...Dabi let me help you.ā
āI said no.ā he snapped so abruptly you jumped back slightly.
His glare quickly turned into an apologetic look as he scolded himself for his actions. He never meant to snap at you, ever. But he couldnāt just take your money, especially after what he had done to you. He knew he had hurt you and you may have forgiven him or you were too good natured to just turn him away, but he hadnāt forgiven himself. He didnāt regret leaving you, maybe a little bit, but his ambitions outweighed his desire to have you by his side. Heroās needed to be wiped out. He couldnāt do that if you were his.
āCan I ask you a question?ā you ask breaking the uncomfortable silence. He nodded. āwhy did you only leave a note for me?ā
āIām no good at goodbyes.ā
āDidnāt I deserve one?ā
āYes. I suppose you did. I was just afraid.ā
āOf hurting you.ā he replied quietly his eyes avoiding you as he stared past you āI didnāt want to see the hurt on your face. A note was the only way to avoid it.ā
āWell it was wrong of you.ā
āIām so used to be being in the wrong (y/n), Iām tired of caring.ā he answered and it was then that you could see how tired he looked.
A man with a motive and vengeance so fierce that it was draining him. His eyes dulling slightly and his body so weighed down by the strain of it all that you were amazed he didnāt just collapse. It made you realise that he was no longer entirely the Dabi you had once known, he had committed acts that had sickened every hero you knew and yet you stood here comfortably in his arms. You swallowed a lump that had risen in your throat as your eyes grew itchy with tears which you quickly wiped away.
āWasnāt I home for you?ā you asked as a tear rolled down your face and he stole a sideways glance at you.
Then what was it?ā you ask as another tear slips down your face.
Dabi doesnāt hesitate to reach up and cup a hand against your cheek, his calloused thumb rubbing under your eye to wipe away the crystalline tears that roll down your cheeks. A warm look on his face as you press your own face further into his warm hand, the heat netting from his palm spreading through your skin. Your wings drooping in hurt and the ends dragging against the floor, the silver seeming more dull then usual.
āYou gave me peace.ā he said as you nuzzled deeper into his touch your eyes closing from the warmth and you miss the genuine smile that crawls across Dabiās lips as his hard eyes soften.
āI gave you peace?ā you repeat and he nods, his thumb still rubbing back and forth over your cheek.
āIāll be honest with you. Iād rather be a lover then a fighter, ācause all my life Iāve been fighting. I think Iām used to it by now. You made me feel like I had something worth living for that I didnāt have to fight to get, but I had something else I needed to fight for. Old habits die hard angel. The world needs cleansing.ā
āYou donāt have to fight anymore Dabi.ā you plead raising your head from his hand to grip the collar of his coat and your wings reaching out to fold around you and the villain but their smaller size prevented you from enveloping the both of you. Dabi gazed down at your hands before sighing and placing his hands over yours to lean your forehead against his own. His hair pressed between yours and his foreheads and you closed your eyes letting more tears slide down your damp cheeks as the tip of your nose met his. His hands still gripping yours that clutched the burnt material of his coat.
āDo you still love me?ā he asked hoarsely.
āI love Keigo.ā you whispered and you felt his grip on your hands tighten, he swallowed loudly, his Adamās apple bobbing in his throat.
āThat wasnāt the question doll.ā
āI know. But that was my answer.ā
āI know you still love me. Deep down you do.ā
āHow do you know that?ā
āBecause I still love you.ā
A strangled sob left your lips and your wings once again fell to the floor, the feathers sweeping the hardwood beneath your feet as a waterfall of silver cascaded from your back and around your body, sweeping around yours and Dabiās feet.
āIt doesnāt matter if I love you or not.ā you say letting your hands slip from his as you backed away.
The areas of your body that had been pressed against him growing cold but you didnāt shiver. You stared him in the eye instead and he watched you through half lidded eyes as you turned your back to him, your wings rising from the floor and pressing into your back as you glanced over your shoulder at him.
āYou left me Dabi. Iām happy to help you should you ever ask for it, I wonāt deny I still care for you, but I only have one more question for you and then I want you to go.ā
āAre you still hell bent on your scheme to rid the world of heroes?ā
āThen you canāt really love me.ā you whisper turning your face to stare at the wall, the silent tears streaming down your face āyou should go. I have nothing left to give, if you want me back in your life your walls need breaking down. Iām giving all I can but all you ever do is mess it up. Stop pretending you donāt need anyone. Swallow your pride. Now leave.ā
Heās quiet for a moment and for a second you think heās going to use his quirk and you expect to be shielding yourself from his azure flames but all he does his stand still.
āI might have to hurt you at some point.ā he says and you stiffen ājust so you know if we meet again, I might not be so caring next time angel.ā
āYouāve already hurt me Dabi.ā you reply, your voice breaking āyou couldnāt possibly hurt me anymore.ā
He doesnāt say another word and you close your eyes to stop yourself from watching him leave because if you did then you knew you would stop him. You wanted to be strong. You had to be strong as you heard Dabi slip out through the window and disappear into the night.
... @jean-does-not-have-a-horseface (tysm for proof reading and did you guys now this girl has stated watching bnha just to read my fics? Absolute legend and I love youš) @break-my-heart-a-thousand-times (didnāt know if you wanted back in the tag list I canāt remember anyone else who wanted to be in my tag lists, if you do then DM me) thanks for reading once again sorry for the long paragraphs but Iām two lazy to make two separate posts so yeah. āØMasterlistāØ I have a lot of Levi x reader (nudge nudge, wink wink)
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