[ Dabi narrows his eyes, but lets Shigaraki yank him around some more, concentrating on the pain and the tingle against his scalp. He never has this problem. He's always with people who are too damn selfish to ever care about reciprocation, and while he knows it's not selflessness that's motivating Shigaraki, or a need to give back, it's still a problem all the same. ]
I'm not going to run, asshole. I don't run from anything.
[They're all monsters, is the thing, so Dabi doesn't expect to have any choice in this. He's already gearing himself up for the inevitable when Shigaraki lets go of his hair. Hands clenching into fists, he looks up at the other man and he tries to settle that bored look right back on his face.]
[Dabi spits out, moving to stand in front of Shoto, eyes narrowing in frustration. He wants to lift his arms and blast him with his blue flames, burn him up right where he sits. But wouldn't that be the most pathetic thing of all?
Dabi lets out a low growl, extinguishing his flames. He shouldn't have come here at all. Shoto, as always, is a waste of his time, and Dabi turns to leave. ]
[ Dabi says as he watches Keigo rip open the package with one of his feathers. He takes the pliers from him, testing them out. They seem to be just the right size. ]
Now come back over here and watch.
[He rather liked having Keigo pressed against his back while he does this, even if it really is gross.]
[The attack on the Pro-heroes hadn't gone quite as planned, and now they're a person down and gone into hiding for the time being. The pro-heroes took quite a hit as well, but not as bad as shigaraki had been hoping for. He had wanted to attack again while the pro-heroes were down, but Dabi figured if they got out without any casualties this time, they should just call it a day until the next time they could plan better. he doesn't want to miss his chance again.
Dabi hates it, but there was no opportunity to hit Endeavor head on, even if they had wounded him and a several other pros. This is not the way he wanted any of it to go down, so now he has to wait patiently all over again.
He got out pretty cleanly this time, but the destruction they caused was massive, and as much as he actually wanted to go see Nemuri when she got out of the hospital, he didn't know if he should. Disappearing was a much better option, at least until he knew that all her shitty pro-hero friends had pulled through. He knows he shouldn't give a shit about that, but he ended up staying away anyway, just in case. It's not as if he feels bad or anything... he just doesn't want to see that disappointed look on her face.
By the time he does go to see her, he knows she's been out for a little while. He's not sure if she's back at work completely, or if she's still taking some time to recover, but he does watch her leave her building one night, so he knows she's out and about, whatever she's doing. He doesn't break in, he just waits at the side of the building, lurking in the shadows as he waits for her to get back.]
[ dabi doesn't know how deep hawks' respect for endeavor goes. he'd be utterly disgusted. hopefully he doesn't have any endeavor memorabilia laying around- dabi might have to burn it.
he keeps his head down until the door opens, his blue eyes catching hawks' golden ones before he slips inside and looks around, not bothering to take his boots off.
as expected, hawks' place is huge, fancy, with all the amenities that anyone could ask for and probably doesn't even need. fucking pro-heroes. he's not here to be mad about it though, so whatever. they'll all get theirs, soon enough. ]
Your guards are a fuckin' joke. They're just here to watch you, not the rest of us.
[he mutters, pulling his mask off, following by his hood, sending his hair spiking in all directions.]
[the night is long. too long. he had accepted death, had assumed he would die by endeavor's hands that evening when he confronted the man. the plan was practically perfect, fully proofed, with no way the public could ignore it.
yet, instead of meeting that man, instead of being burnt to ash and dust, he was instead going to the familiar abandoned warehouse, to seek out the one that plagued him. his thoughts were a complete mess, his body fucked up without his wings, but he still couldn't get enough of dabi. why was he doing this? why couldn't he just break dabi and at least get justice for the man he felt so strongly for?
if he thought anymore of it, he would go insane, he's sure. he allowed dabi to talk him out of it, so instead he was on his way to see the villain, bag of cat food in hand. dabi said it was a final goodbye, but was it? they said that before. keigo didn't want to say goodbye. not unless he could leave this rotten world too. everything was just so unfair.
he's dressed down, in civilian clothes. his back is still sore, and keigo is positive he feels the hints of his wings, but they're not there. nothing was there.
when he comes up to the warehouse, keigo first hears the cats meowing before anything. he swallows and knocks on the beat-up door first.]
Dabi, it's me.
[he says quietly after being sure no one was around to hear, and then begins to enter the warehouse. thankfully, it's not too bright, enough to cover the defeated look in his eyes and the puffiness beneath them. he's still upset and angry. he feels like giving up. there was nothing left.
but, in a way, hearing the cats again, mewling for attention or food, it makes him feel a little more better in a way.
of course, he wanted to avoid getting too close to them. instincts have him wary of cats, naturally.]
[ dabi knows that when it comes down to it, keigo doesn't matter to endeavor. it's his obsession with him that counts, and that's what he can use. he knows what he has to do, even if he hates it with every fiber of his being.
keigo was always a bird brain, but dabi hopes maybe this one time he can be smart. that maybe he'll get it. he already knows that endeavor is going to be watching and listening somehow, so this is his only choice.
what keigo sees on dabi's body- the way he's lost so much more weight, the blood, the bruises- and in his dull eyes, hopefully it'll be enough. and if not? it'll have a different outcome. ]
Got no reason to try anythin' funny, daddy. We had a deal.
[keigo... no. hawks. hawks is used to this by now. he'll be fine. it's better than if it was natsuo, he tells himself. deep down he knows hawks would agree.
he heads out of his room, heading for the stairs and he realizes how damn sore he still is. it's even worse that he's cooped up in that room without any fresh air, and without his quirk to warm him. he'll be fine, though. he just has to get through this. he has to pause at the end of the stairs though, feeling like he can't breathe while bile rises to his throat. he twists at another staple and reminds himself that it was all a job. this isn't keigo anymore. it's hawks.
so he continues on, heading over to where keigo is waiting.]
[ the small pout is all dabi really needs to sooth his aggravated nerves ones again. stupid, he tells himself yet again, to let something so small and sentimental get to him.
dabi wants to break the seal and look inside. he wants to see what the heroes could have had their hands on. but... if someone is watching... no. dabi still doesn't trust hawks enough for that. or maybe it's just that they're out in the open. he's dying to know what's inside, though. he wonders if his true identity is among these papers.
he looks at hawks again, eyes narrowing for a moment as he watches him. if hawks knew who he really was, would he still be standing here in front of him like this? probably not. ]
...Not bad.
[he's really admitting it. out loud. hawks better realize how big that is.
[Dabi gets there early enough to scout the place out. it's one of his shittier hideouts so he's not too torn up about losing it tonight. he doesn't trust coming back here after this.
if this even happens.
he's willing to bet Shoto will chicken out, or stick by his morals. something ridiculous like that. then again, Dabi is pretty sure shit like this is in their blood. seems like this is Shoto's first time, though, and that definitely makes this even better.
the place leaves much to be desired. it's like any abandoned building would be. dirty, run down- at least there's a worn out mattress in the corner, but Dabi has other ideas as he waits.]
[maybe he should be a little grateful that their arguments don't last too long. gods. waiting for them to cool down and makeup was always extremely heartbreaking in a way. he hated being away from the villain after so much time.
somehow, they're able to talk over whatever their issues can be far sooner. it wasn't even twenty-four hours. and, keigo didn't have to initiate it either.
he likes it when dabi comes to him. the apology is always so much better this way.
the villain's verbal response earns a chuckle, but on the inside, he just wants to repeat it over and over. he might have done that too, if dabi wasn't sealing his lips in a very wanted kiss. keigo hums, kissing back just as slow and passionate. like this, he can almost pretend they're so much more than fuck buddies.
as he gets lost in the kiss, keigo starts to deepen it, lips parting to drag his tongue out to lick over dabi's mouth hungrily. he's really trying to pace himself here, but between dabi's sweet apology and those pretty words earlier, it ruffles his wings with a hungry purpose. he can't get too lost in this. not yet. not without proper permission.
so just as quick as his tongue is there, he returns it to his mouth.]
Hey, Dabi, can I...
[how does he ask this? without the villain freaking out?]
[ he's already chastising himself for giving in so easily. he shouldn't care and just like always, he should just cut this whole thing off and go back to how it should have been.
that would be the smart thing to do. the logical thing to do. but nothing's ever smart of logical when it comes to hawks. he's known that for a while now. doesn't mean he doesn't want it, though.
he almost ask for ujiko to warp him over, but he decides not to. it's safer this way and he fucking hates that man, as useful as he may be. this'll give him time to calm down, too- not just cause of how upset he was, but also cause he's nervous. they've never really done this before. when they see each other they fuck a lot, but they don't really talk talk.
by the time dabi sneaks up to keigo's penthouse and knocks on the door, he really is a bundle of nerves. ]
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for @retrievearms
[ Dabi narrows his eyes, but lets Shigaraki yank him around some more, concentrating on the pain and the tingle against his scalp. He never has this problem. He's always with people who are too damn selfish to ever care about reciprocation, and while he knows it's not selflessness that's motivating Shigaraki, or a need to give back, it's still a problem all the same. ]
I'm not going to run, asshole. I don't run from anything.
[They're all monsters, is the thing, so Dabi doesn't expect to have any choice in this. He's already gearing himself up for the inevitable when Shigaraki lets go of his hair. Hands clenching into fists, he looks up at the other man and he tries to settle that bored look right back on his face.]
Yeah.
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tfln overflow
[Shigaraki watches him pour out another drink. They'll probably finish the bottle before the night's over but he's not ready for another gulp yet.]
How kind of you. [Gently, he nudges Dabi's foot.] I worry about us too.
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tfln cont w/ retrievearms
Like I said, maybe I'm feeling generous today.
i mean this post is basically w/retrievearms all the way lmfao
ikr i should just change it to the shigadabi post xD
shigadabi post, no one else allowed clearly
just like dabi's ass, no one else allowed.
obviously
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tfln overflow
don't worry about that
you know not all heroes are the same right?
some of us really do just want to help
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i don't have a family to spend time with
so how am i using it as a crutch
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How pathetic.
[Dabi spits out, moving to stand in front of Shoto, eyes narrowing in frustration. He wants to lift his arms and blast him with his blue flames, burn him up right where he sits. But wouldn't that be the most pathetic thing of all?
Dabi lets out a low growl, extinguishing his flames. He shouldn't have come here at all. Shoto, as always, is a waste of his time, and Dabi turns to leave. ]
Forget it.
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sorry for the delay, life was a thing. happy to continue if you want!
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S'hot when ya do that.
[ Dabi says as he watches Keigo rip open the package with one of his feathers. He takes the pliers from him, testing them out. They seem to be just the right size. ]
Now come back over here and watch.
[He rather liked having Keigo pressed against his back while he does this, even if it really is gross.]
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for @love_the_smell
Dabi hates it, but there was no opportunity to hit Endeavor head on, even if they had wounded him and a several other pros. This is not the way he wanted any of it to go down, so now he has to wait patiently all over again.
He got out pretty cleanly this time, but the destruction they caused was massive, and as much as he actually wanted to go see Nemuri when she got out of the hospital, he didn't know if he should. Disappearing was a much better option, at least until he knew that all her shitty pro-hero friends had pulled through. He knows he shouldn't give a shit about that, but he ended up staying away anyway, just in case. It's not as if he feels bad or anything... he just doesn't want to see that disappointed look on her face.
By the time he does go to see her, he knows she's been out for a little while. He's not sure if she's back at work completely, or if she's still taking some time to recover, but he does watch her leave her building one night, so he knows she's out and about, whatever she's doing. He doesn't break in, he just waits at the side of the building, lurking in the shadows as he waits for her to get back.]
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@redfeathered
good thing, or i might a had to come through the front door.
[ as if he would ever. he figured it was a fancier place. he's looking forward to mooching off the pro hero. ]
thank you for moving this! <3
:D <3
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for @justwatchme
you're such a piece a shit.
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[ dabi doesn't know how deep hawks' respect for endeavor goes. he'd be utterly disgusted. hopefully he doesn't have any endeavor memorabilia laying around- dabi might have to burn it.
he keeps his head down until the door opens, his blue eyes catching hawks' golden ones before he slips inside and looks around, not bothering to take his boots off.
as expected, hawks' place is huge, fancy, with all the amenities that anyone could ask for and probably doesn't even need. fucking pro-heroes. he's not here to be mad about it though, so whatever. they'll all get theirs, soon enough. ]
Your guards are a fuckin' joke. They're just here to watch you, not the rest of us.
[he mutters, pulling his mask off, following by his hood, sending his hair spiking in all directions.]
Got somethin' to drink?
thank you for moving it!
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[the night is long. too long. he had accepted death, had assumed he would die by endeavor's hands that evening when he confronted the man. the plan was practically perfect, fully proofed, with no way the public could ignore it.
yet, instead of meeting that man, instead of being burnt to ash and dust, he was instead going to the familiar abandoned warehouse, to seek out the one that plagued him. his thoughts were a complete mess, his body fucked up without his wings, but he still couldn't get enough of dabi. why was he doing this? why couldn't he just break dabi and at least get justice for the man he felt so strongly for?
if he thought anymore of it, he would go insane, he's sure. he allowed dabi to talk him out of it, so instead he was on his way to see the villain, bag of cat food in hand. dabi said it was a final goodbye, but was it? they said that before. keigo didn't want to say goodbye. not unless he could leave this rotten world too. everything was just so unfair.
he's dressed down, in civilian clothes. his back is still sore, and keigo is positive he feels the hints of his wings, but they're not there. nothing was there.
when he comes up to the warehouse, keigo first hears the cats meowing before anything. he swallows and knocks on the beat-up door first.]
Dabi, it's me.
[he says quietly after being sure no one was around to hear, and then begins to enter the warehouse. thankfully, it's not too bright, enough to cover the defeated look in his eyes and the puffiness beneath them. he's still upset and angry. he feels like giving up. there was nothing left.
but, in a way, hearing the cats again, mewling for attention or food, it makes him feel a little more better in a way.
of course, he wanted to avoid getting too close to them. instincts have him wary of cats, naturally.]
for @birdhasfallen/ @firesplay
[ dabi knows that when it comes down to it, keigo doesn't matter to endeavor. it's his obsession with him that counts, and that's what he can use. he knows what he has to do, even if he hates it with every fiber of his being.
keigo was always a bird brain, but dabi hopes maybe this one time he can be smart. that maybe he'll get it. he already knows that endeavor is going to be watching and listening somehow, so this is his only choice.
what keigo sees on dabi's body- the way he's lost so much more weight, the blood, the bruises- and in his dull eyes, hopefully it'll be enough. and if not? it'll have a different outcome. ]
Got no reason to try anythin' funny, daddy. We had a deal.
[keigo... no. hawks. hawks is used to this by now. he'll be fine. it's better than if it was natsuo, he tells himself. deep down he knows hawks would agree.
he heads out of his room, heading for the stairs and he realizes how damn sore he still is. it's even worse that he's cooped up in that room without any fresh air, and without his quirk to warm him. he'll be fine, though. he just has to get through this. he has to pause at the end of the stairs though, feeling like he can't breathe while bile rises to his throat. he twists at another staple and reminds himself that it was all a job. this isn't keigo anymore. it's hawks.
so he continues on, heading over to where keigo is waiting.]
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@birdhasfallen
[ the small pout is all dabi really needs to sooth his aggravated nerves ones again. stupid, he tells himself yet again, to let something so small and sentimental get to him.
dabi wants to break the seal and look inside. he wants to see what the heroes could have had their hands on. but... if someone is watching... no. dabi still doesn't trust hawks enough for that. or maybe it's just that they're out in the open. he's dying to know what's inside, though. he wonders if his true identity is among these papers.
he looks at hawks again, eyes narrowing for a moment as he watches him. if hawks knew who he really was, would he still be standing here in front of him like this? probably not. ]
...Not bad.
[he's really admitting it. out loud. hawks better realize how big that is.
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@icyflames
[Dabi gets there early enough to scout the place out. it's one of his shittier hideouts so he's not too torn up about losing it tonight. he doesn't trust coming back here after this.
if this even happens.
he's willing to bet Shoto will chicken out, or stick by his morals. something ridiculous like that. then again, Dabi is pretty sure shit like this is in their blood. seems like this is Shoto's first time, though, and that definitely makes this even better.
the place leaves much to be desired. it's like any abandoned building would be. dirty, run down- at least there's a worn out mattress in the corner, but Dabi has other ideas as he waits.]
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@creamation
[maybe he should be a little grateful that their arguments don't last too long. gods. waiting for them to cool down and makeup was always extremely heartbreaking in a way. he hated being away from the villain after so much time.
somehow, they're able to talk over whatever their issues can be far sooner. it wasn't even twenty-four hours. and, keigo didn't have to initiate it either.
he likes it when dabi comes to him. the apology is always so much better this way.
the villain's verbal response earns a chuckle, but on the inside, he just wants to repeat it over and over. he might have done that too, if dabi wasn't sealing his lips in a very wanted kiss. keigo hums, kissing back just as slow and passionate. like this, he can almost pretend they're so much more than fuck buddies.
as he gets lost in the kiss, keigo starts to deepen it, lips parting to drag his tongue out to lick over dabi's mouth hungrily. he's really trying to pace himself here, but between dabi's sweet apology and those pretty words earlier, it ruffles his wings with a hungry purpose. he can't get too lost in this. not yet. not without proper permission.
so just as quick as his tongue is there, he returns it to his mouth.]
Hey, Dabi, can I...
[how does he ask this? without the villain freaking out?]
Can I fuck you?
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@birdhasfallen
[ he's already chastising himself for giving in so easily. he shouldn't care and just like always, he should just cut this whole thing off and go back to how it should have been.
that would be the smart thing to do. the logical thing to do. but nothing's ever smart of logical when it comes to hawks. he's known that for a while now. doesn't mean he doesn't want it, though.
he almost ask for ujiko to warp him over, but he decides not to. it's safer this way and he fucking hates that man, as useful as he may be. this'll give him time to calm down, too- not just cause of how upset he was, but also cause he's nervous. they've never really done this before. when they see each other they fuck a lot, but they don't really talk talk.
by the time dabi sneaks up to keigo's penthouse and knocks on the door, he really is a bundle of nerves. ]
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@birdhasfallen
like warm and stuff??
course i am, but still. it ain't like i blend in all that well.
[ he's wearing his usual, but ok so he does grab some sunglasses off of one of the racks and slides them on, peering around the aisle. ]
tbh i was wondering who was gonna crack first
I ALWAYS CRACK FIRST. hahahaha i was like, i can't write more words and have to do captcha too lol
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