Dabi Is In LOVE - Blog Posts

Dabi thinking 'what's the catch' each time Hawks goes out of his way to do something heroically nice for him, a villain...

Something so terribly close to care.

Or impossibly like 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦.

(When Hawks can't care)

(When he doesn't get love)

A hero laced in gold and too bright wings can't be anything but a nefarious spy with impure intentions, waiting for him trip and fall.

Only to find out the catch, when he accidentally stumbles a little too close to the edge of the tallest skyscraper, the streets of oncoming traffic hundreds of feet before him flashing precariously across his eyes, his own life coursing through his veins, is just that—

Hawks catches him.

Without any pretense, without a moments hesitation.

Gloved fingers wrapped against the back of his neck and pulling against his wrist, his erratic pulse like a freight train beneath the stretch of fabric, and golden eyes boring concern into his own.

And there's nothing there but openly raw affection.

There isn't any other catch.

"Don't leave this world before me," Hawks murmurs, painfully close to his ears, wings curled against his back shielding him from the fall, as if his strength alone wouldn't be enough.

And the manic feeling of insanity and disbelief and wonderment exhales out of him all in one breath.

𝘖𝘩.