Dabihawks Oneshots

(Not) Enough

Listen, usually I'd make an effort, but this one is nothing of the sort, so pls be warned about this sudden drop in quality

Side note: look at this fanart I made about TOH hunter and Hawks lol

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Every inch of Hawks’ feathers quivered at the sound of wounded screams and falling rubble. Dabi’s flames spread further with each roar that tore from his throat.

The air that once carried the atmosphere of fragile hope and peace was now shattered into a canvas of blood and the stench of death. The injured scattered across the swarming streets with its frantic citizens gave into raw fear. 

With the chaos concealing any signs of either party ending the war in victory, they prayed to make this out alive.

Golden eyes met blue.

A red feather raised high aiming for the heavens clashed with blue fire igniting the battlefield and outshining the sun’s rays.

Dabi’s manic gaze melted to something akin to devastation; in turn, Hawks’ razor sharp blade softened to a feather.

They couldn’t do this.

Months of progression, intimacy and declarations of love might just be the other’s manipulation, simple pretty lies to coax them into a trap, but it was true for themselves. 

And how pathetic were they to allow the knife to dig this deep into their hearts?

Apparently, pathetic enough to break down at the mere sight of each other.

Hawks brushed Dabi’s hair, spotting some white strands. Dabi’s breath hitched.

Dabi lunged forward to slot their mouths together, and for a moment, just a moment, they bathed in each other’s presence.

For just a moment, they were back on the couch, watching a horrible show and laughing at the poor antics. 

Their hands were linked as they tried to kick each other off the bed. 

Their hands roamed each other’s body with their breathes tainted with alcohol and mingled together. 

Their bodies were pressed close with hickeys littered all over their collarbones, imprinted on their skin as a claim.

Dabi awaited for the feather to plunge into his chest. Hawks squeezed his eyes shut to brace the incoming wave of fire.

Neither would try to fight it.

When nothing came, Dabi pulled away, and Hawks’ wings fluttered, his eyes flew open and frantic hands clawed on Dabi’s shirt, don’t go, please --

Dabi brushed a thumb on Hawks’ blood-stained cheek, and watched as the Hawks’ mask was put back on.

When they crossed paths once more, they would be a hero and a villain.

Hawks would be tied behind his back and succumbed to his fate into the hands of All for One, or Dabi would be rehabilitated into a society that placed these shackles on him in the first place, forever haunted by his thoughts.

Neither will be happy.

Really, it was a tale of forbidden love; there was no happy ending for those who couldn’t be convinced.

It was never meant to be.

They should have foreseen this many months ago. But they continued to eat away their guilt as they planted loving kisses and whispered sweet nothings into their ears.

But they wouldn’t kill each other.

Hawks spread his wings wide, and launched himself into the sky. 

Dabi turned and swiftly slinked back into the shadows.

And maybe, just maybe, that was enough.

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