Oh, um I found out that there's going to be a Horzions Zero Dawn Movie! -I'm so happy,- I adore the games!

So currently I've been writing fanfic for ships from shows and stuff. And literally, I ship a very toxic ship but oh well.  here is one of them Feathers in the Fire  Chapter One: Heatwave  Hawks didn’t move. Couldn’t. Dabi’s words hung in the air like smoke — thick, suffocating, impossible to ignore. “You’re imagining things,” Hawks finally said, but his voice lacked its usual easy confidence. Dabi stepped closer, slow and deliberate, like he was approaching a wild animal he knew would bolt if he moved too fast. “Am I?” Hawks’ wings twitched, feathers tightening in a defensive arc. “You’re a villain. I’m a hero. That’s the beginning and end of it.” Dabi’s laugh was low, rough, and far too amused. “If that were true, you wouldn’t look at me like that.” “Like what?” “Like you’re trying to decide whether to arrest me… or kiss me.” Hawks’ breath caught. Heat rushed up his neck, and he cursed himself for reacting. “You’re delusional.” “Maybe.” Dabi’s eyes glinted. “But you didn’t deny it.” Hawks opened his mouth — to argue, to deflect, to say anything — but the warehouse door slammed somewhere behind them. A metallic echo rolled through the space. Hawks’ feathers snapped outward instantly, sharp and ready. Dabi’s flames flared to life along his arms, blue and hungry. For one heartbeat, they stood back‑to‑back — enemies forced into alliance, rivals syncing without a word. Hawks whispered, “Left side’s yours.” Dabi smirked. “Try to keep up.” The intruders moved fast — masked, armed, clearly not expecting two of the most dangerous men in Japan to be sharing the same room. Hawks launched upward in a burst of red feathers, slicing through the first attacker’s weapon. Dabi surged forward, flames roaring, forcing the others to scatter. They fought like they’d done it a hundred times. They fought like they understood each other’s rhythms. They fought like rivals who knew exactly how to push each other higher. When the last intruder hit the ground, unconscious and smoking, Hawks landed lightly, wings folding. Dabi wiped a smear of soot from his cheek. “Not bad, birdbrain.” “You’re welcome,” Hawks said, trying to sound unaffected. “I saved your ass.” Dabi stepped close again — too close — until Hawks could feel the heat radiating off his skin. “You keep saying that. Starting to think you like having me owe you.” Hawks swallowed. “Don’t flatter yourself.” Dabi leaned in, voice dropping to a dangerous whisper. “I don’t need to. You’re already flustered.” Hawks hated that he was. Hated that Dabi knew it. Hated that part of him didn’t want to step away. “Get out of here,” Hawks said, softer than he meant to. “Before backup arrives.” Dabi’s smirk faded into something quieter. “You’re protecting me now?” “Don’t make it weird.” Dabi’s eyes lingered on him for a moment too long. “Fine. But this isn’t over.” He turned toward the shadows, flames dimming. Hawks exhaled shakily. “It never is with you.” Dabi paused, glancing back with a half‑smile that was almost… gentle. “Heatwave, remember? You started it.” And then he was gone, swallowed by the dark. Hawks stood alone in the warehouse, heart pounding, wings trembling, knowing one thing with absolute clarity: He wasn’t sure if he wanted to catch Dabi… or chase him. Chapter Two: Afterburn Hawks hated how quiet the sky felt. Usually, flying cleared his head — the wind, the height, the freedom. But tonight, every beat of his wings only reminded him of the warehouse, of blue flames flickering too close, of Dabi’s voice curling around his thoughts like smoke. He landed on a rooftop overlooking the city, feathers folding tight. The moonlight caught the edges of his wings, turning them silver. He should’ve felt calm. He didn’t. A soft buzz from his earpiece broke the silence. “Report,” the Commission handler said. Hawks hesitated. “Ran into interference.” “Interference?” He could lie. He should lie. But the memory of Dabi stepping close — heat brushing his skin, words brushing his nerves — made his voice falter. “Dabi,” Hawks said quietly. “He showed up.” A pause. “And?” Hawks clenched his jaw. “We fought off a third party. He left.” Another pause. Longer. Sharper. “You’re getting too familiar with him.” Hawks’ wings twitched. “It’s not like that.” “It better not be. He’s dangerous.” Hawks didn’t respond. Dangerous was an understatement — but not in the way the Commission meant. He ended the call and stared out over the city. He didn’t know how long he stood there before he felt it — a shift in the air, a warmth at his back. “You’re terrible at pretending you didn’t want to see me again.” Hawks spun, feathers flaring. Dabi stood behind him, hands in his pockets, flames dormant but presence unmistakable. He looked like he belonged in the shadows — like the night bent around him. “How did you find me?” Hawks demanded. Dabi smirked. “You’re loud. Even when you’re quiet.” “That doesn’t make sense.” “Neither do you.” Hawks hated the way his pulse jumped. “You shouldn’t be here.” “And yet,” Dabi said, stepping closer, “here I am.” Hawks backed up a step — only for Dabi to follow, closing the distance with infuriating ease. “You’re reckless,” Hawks said. “You’re conflicted,” Dabi countered. Hawks swallowed hard. “You’re a villain.” Dabi’s voice dropped. “And you’re a hero who keeps meeting me alone at night. Funny how that works.” Hawks felt heat crawl up his neck. “This isn’t—” “Don’t say it’s not something,” Dabi murmured. “You’re a bad liar.” Hawks’ wings tightened. “Why are you here?” Dabi’s expression shifted — still sharp, still dangerous, but softer around the edges. “Because someone else is hunting you.” Hawks froze. “What?” “Those guys in the warehouse? They weren’t after me.” Dabi’s eyes glinted. “They were after you.” Hawks’ stomach dropped. “Why?” “Don’t know.” Dabi stepped even closer, voice low. “But I’m not letting anyone else take you out.” Hawks stared at him, breath caught. “Why do you care?” Dabi’s answer was quiet. Too quiet. “Because I do.” The rooftop felt suddenly too small, the air too warm, the space between them too charged. Hawks whispered, “This is a bad idea.” Dabi’s lips curved. “Most good things start that way.” For a moment, neither of them moved. Then Hawks’ feathers relaxed — just slightly. And Dabi noticed — immediately. “See?” he murmured. “You’re not running.”   Chapter Three: Embers Exposed The bar was dim, smoky, and loud — exactly how Dabi liked it. Or pretended to. He dropped into his usual seat, boots up on the table, ignoring the way Twice waved at him like an excited puppy. “Dabi! You’re back! Did you blow something up? Did you burn someone? Did you—” “Shut up,” Dabi muttered, but there wasn’t much bite behind it. Toga leaned over the back of the couch, chin resting on her hands. “You smell like feathers.” Dabi froze. Twice gasped. “FEATHERS? Like Hawks feathers? Like hero feathers? Like—” “Drop it,” Dabi snapped, heat flickering along his palms. But Toga only grinned wider. “You were with him.” Shigaraki looked up from his game, red eyes narrowing. “Again?” Dabi didn’t answer. He didn’t need to — the silence was loud enough. Spinner crossed his arms. “You keep disappearing. And every time you come back, you look… different.” “Different how?” Dabi growled. “Less pissed off,” Spinner said. “Which is weird, considering you’re you.” Toga slid into the seat beside Dabi, poking his cheek. “You like him.” Dabi’s flames flared instantly, blue and sharp. “I don’t.” “You do,” she sang. “You totally do.” Twice nodded vigorously. “He’s blushing. He’s totally blushing. Dabi is BLUSHING.” “I’m not—” Dabi started, but his voice cracked, betraying him. Shigaraki paused his game. “This is a problem.” Dabi’s jaw tightened. “It’s not.” “It is,” Shigaraki said calmly. “Heroes are tools. Enemies. Obstacles. Not… whatever this is.” Toga leaned closer, eyes bright. “But Hawks isn’t like other heroes, right? He’s cute. And fast. And he looks at you like he wants to bite you.” Dabi’s breath hitched. “Toga.” She giggled. “What? It’s true.” Spinner sighed. “We’re villains. You can’t get attached.” “I’m not attached,” Dabi insisted, but the words felt thin. Twice tilted his head. “Then why did you come back smelling like him?” Dabi’s flames sputtered out. The room went quiet. Toga whispered, “You’re protecting him.” Dabi didn’t move. Shigaraki’s voice dropped. “Are you?” Dabi swallowed hard. “He’s being hunted.” “By who?” Spinner asked. “No idea,” Dabi said. “But they’re good. And they’re organized.” Shigaraki leaned forward. “And you care because…?” Dabi’s eyes flickered, blue fire dancing along his scars. “Because he’s mine.” The room erupted. Toga squealed. Twice screamed. Spinner dropped his drink. Even Shigaraki’s hand twitched like he wanted to decay the nearest piece of furniture. “Dabi,” Shigaraki said slowly, “heroes don’t belong to us.” Dabi smirked, but it didn’t reach his eyes. “He’s not exactly acting like a hero around me.” Toga clapped her hands. “You’re in love!” Dabi shot up from his seat, flames roaring. “I am NOT.” But his voice shook. And everyone heard it. Shigaraki stood. “If Hawks is being hunted, that affects us. If you’re involved with him, that affects us more.” Dabi’s flames dimmed. “I can handle it.” “You better,” Shigaraki said. “Because if your feelings compromise the League—” Dabi’s eyes snapped up, blazing. “They won’t.” Toga tugged his sleeve gently. “You should tell him.” Dabi pulled away. “No.” “Why not?” “Because he’s a hero,” Dabi said quietly. “And heroes don’t choose people like me.” Toga smiled softly. “He already did.” Dabi didn’t answer. Couldn’t. Because deep down, he knew she was right. Chapter Four: Crosswinds Hawks didn’t usually get nervous around friends. But today, sitting at a café table with Rody Soul, Deku, and Tokoyami, he felt like his feathers were wired wrong — twitchy, restless, too aware of every thought in his head. Rody leaned back in his chair, kicking his feet up. “You’re distracted. And when you’re distracted, it’s either because you’re hungry or because you’re thinking about someone.” Tokoyami nodded solemnly. “Your aura is… unsettled.” Deku blinked rapidly. “Is something wrong? Did something happen? Did someone get hurt? Did you—” “Guys,” Hawks groaned, rubbing his temples. “I’m fine.” Rody snorted. “You’re lying.” Hawks’ wings twitched. “I’m not.” “You are,” Rody said. “Because you only lie like that when you’re trying to hide something emotional.” Tokoyami folded his arms. “Your feathers have been tense since you arrived.” Deku leaned forward. “Is it… someone you met on patrol?” Hawks swallowed. “Not exactly.” Rody’s eyes widened. “Oh my god. It’s a villain.” Hawks nearly choked on his drink. “What— no— I mean—” Tokoyami raised a brow. “You hesitated.” Deku gasped. “You hesitated.” Rody slammed his hands on the table. “You hesitated.” Hawks buried his face in his hands. “I hate all of you.” Rody grinned. “So who is he?” Hawks froze. Tokoyami’s eyes narrowed. “He.” Deku’s jaw dropped. “HE.” Rody pointed at Hawks triumphantly. “You’re blushing.” “I’m not,” Hawks muttered, wings puffing out in betrayal. Deku’s voice softened. “Hawks… you can tell us.” Hawks stared at the table, feathers curling inward. “It’s complicated.” Tokoyami nodded. “Love often is.” Hawks nearly fell out of his chair. “LOVE?!” Rody laughed so hard he almost spilled his drink. “Dude, you’re in deep.” Hawks felt heat crawl up his neck. “It’s not— I don’t— he’s—” Deku tilted his head. “Is it someone dangerous?” Hawks swallowed. “Yes.” Tokoyami leaned forward. “Someone you shouldn’t be close to.” “Yes.” Rody smirked. “Someone who makes you feel something anyway.” Hawks didn’t answer. He didn’t have to. Deku’s eyes softened. “Hawks… you care about him.” Hawks exhaled shakily. “I don’t know what I feel. I just— every time I see him, everything gets louder. And quieter. And… complicated.” Tokoyami nodded. “Your wings react to him.” Hawks looked up sharply. “How do you know that?” Tokoyami shrugged. “You’re my mentor. I notice things.” Rody leaned forward, voice gentle. “Does he make you feel safe?” Hawks hesitated. “No. He’s dangerous.” “Okay,” Rody said, “does he make you feel seen?” Hawks’ breath caught. Because yes. He did. Deku smiled softly. “Then it’s real.” Hawks stared at him, feathers trembling. “I can’t be with him. He’s a villain.” Tokoyami’s voice was calm. “And yet you’re already choosing him in small ways.” Rody nudged him. “You don’t fall for people easily. So if you fell… you fell hard.” Hawks looked away, wings curling around him like a shield. “I don’t know what to do.” Deku placed a hand on his arm. “You don’t have to decide today. Just… don’t lie to yourself.” Hawks swallowed. “I think I already stopped.” Rody grinned. “So what’s his name?” Hawks closed his eyes. And whispered, barely audible— “Dabi.” The table went silent. Tokoyami exhaled slowly. “That explains everything.” Deku’s eyes widened. “Oh. Oh wow. That’s… that’s big.” Rody leaned back, whistling. “You really don’t do anything halfway, do you?” Hawks didn’t answer. Because for the first time, he wasn’t running from the truth. He was facing it.   Chapter Five: Sparks and Static Hawks didn’t mean to show up at U.A. that afternoon — he just ended up there. Tokoyami had invited him to watch training, Deku had waved him over, and Rody had tagged along because he “wanted to see baby heroes in action.” Hawks stood with them near the edge of the training field, wings relaxed for once. Deku was talking animatedly, hands flying everywhere. Tokoyami was giving Hawks a serious breakdown of his new technique. Rody was leaning on Hawks’ shoulder, teasing him about being “the cool mentor.” And Hawks was… smiling. Until he felt heat behind him. A familiar heat. He turned. Dabi stood at the far end of the field, half‑hidden behind a wall, blue flames flickering faintly along his fingers. His eyes locked onto Hawks — then onto Rody leaning against him. The flames flared. Hawks’ heart dropped. “Oh no.” Rody blinked. “What?” Tokoyami followed Hawks’ gaze. “Ah.” Deku gasped. “Is that—?” “Yep,” Hawks muttered. “That’s him.” Dabi started walking toward them, slow, deliberate, expression unreadable but clearly pissed. Every step radiated territorial energy. Rody whispered, “He looks like he wants to murder me.” “He probably does,” Hawks said under his breath. Dabi stopped in front of them, eyes sharp. “You’re popular today.” Hawks swallowed. “They’re my friends.” Dabi’s gaze flicked to Rody’s hand still on Hawks’ shoulder. “He’s very… close.” Rody immediately stepped back. “I’m good! I’m fine! I like living!” Tokoyami nodded politely. “Hello, Dabi.” Deku waved nervously. “Hi.” Dabi ignored them, eyes locked on Hawks. “You didn’t tell me you were coming here.” “You didn’t ask,” Hawks said, trying to sound casual. Dabi’s jaw tightened. “Didn’t think I needed to.” Hawks felt heat crawl up his neck. “You’re jealous.” Dabi scoffed. “I’m not.” “You are.” “I’m not.” “You literally tried to incinerate Rody with your eyes.” Rody raised a hand. “He did.” Dabi glared at him. “Shut up.” Hawks’ wings twitched. “Dabi, they’re just friends.” Dabi stepped closer, voice low. “I don’t like seeing you with people who look at you like that.” Hawks blinked. “Like what?” “Like they want you.” Hawks’ breath caught. Before he could respond, a voice called from behind them. “Dabi! You’re here?” Hawks turned to see a guy around their age — tall, lean, clearly a villain associate — jogging over with a grin. Dabi stiffened. The guy clapped Dabi on the shoulder. “Didn’t know you were meeting up with heroes today. You should’ve invited me.” Hawks’ feathers snapped outward instantly. Dabi noticed. And smirked. “Oh?” Dabi said. “You jealous now?” Hawks glared. “I’m not.” “You are.” “I’m not.” “You look like you want to stab him with a feather.” Tokoyami nodded. “He does.” Deku whispered, “He really does.” Rody leaned in. “This is hilarious.” Hawks stepped closer to Dabi, wings flaring protectively — or possessively, he wasn’t sure. “Who is he?” The guy blinked. “Uh… I’m just a friend.” Hawks’ voice dropped. “Since when?” Dabi’s smirk widened. “Look at you.” Hawks’ heart pounded. “I don’t like him touching you.” Dabi’s flames flickered. “Good.” Hawks froze. “Good?” Dabi leaned in, voice low enough only Hawks could hear. “Means you feel something.” Hawks swallowed hard. “Maybe I do.” Dabi’s breath hitched. The guy cleared his throat awkwardly. “Should I… leave?” Dabi didn’t look away from Hawks. “Yeah.” He left quickly. Hawks and Dabi stood inches apart, wings and flames pulsing like they were synced. Tokoyami whispered to Deku, “They’re going to kiss.” Deku whispered back, “They’re definitely going to kiss.” Rody whispered, “I’m betting five dollars on it.” Hawks didn’t kiss him. But he did say, voice trembling— “Don’t get close to anyone else like that.” Dabi’s eyes softened. “Then don’t make me jealous.” Hawks exhaled. “Deal.” And for the first time, neither of them ran from what they felt. Chapter Six: Fault Lines Hawks wasn’t sure when things had changed. Maybe it was the rooftop. Maybe it was the jealousy. Maybe it was the way Dabi had looked at him — like Hawks was the only thing in the world he couldn’t burn. Whatever it was, Hawks felt it now. Everywhere. He was back at U.A., helping Tokoyami with flight drills. Rody was perched on a bench, cheering dramatically. Deku was scribbling notes about wing angles. It should’ve felt normal. It didn’t. Because Hawks kept glancing at the gate, waiting for a flicker of blue flame. Tokoyami noticed. “You’re distracted again.” Hawks cleared his throat. “Just keeping an eye out.” “For danger?” Hawks hesitated. “Something like that.” Rody smirked. “You mean someone.” Hawks didn’t answer. Deku looked up from his notebook. “Do you think he’ll come back?” Hawks’ wings twitched. “He usually does.” Tokoyami nodded. “You want him to.” Hawks opened his mouth to deny it — but stopped. Because lying felt pointless now. “I don’t know what I want,” Hawks admitted quietly. “But I know I don’t want him getting close to anyone else.” Rody grinned. “That’s jealousy.” Hawks groaned. “I know.” Tokoyami placed a hand on his shoulder. “Feelings are not weaknesses.” Hawks exhaled. “Tell that to the Commission.” Before Tokoyami could respond, a voice called from across the field. “Hey, Hawks!” A young hero-in-training jogged over — tall, confident, around Hawks’ age. He smiled brightly. “I heard you were here. Wanted to ask about your wing technique.” Hawks smiled politely. “Sure. What do you want to know?” The student stepped closer. Too close. Tokoyami raised a brow. Rody mouthed, oh boy. The student leaned in. “Your wings are incredible. I’ve always admired your style.” Hawks felt his feathers tighten. “Uh… thanks.” The student smiled wider. “Maybe you could show me sometime? One-on-one?” Rody whispered, “He’s flirting.” Tokoyami nodded. “He is.” Deku’s eyes widened. “Oh no.” Hawks stepped back, wings bristling. “I’m… busy.” The student blinked. “Oh. Right. Sorry if I—” A sudden wave of heat washed over them. Hawks didn’t need to turn around to know who it was. Dabi stepped out from behind a training wall, hands in his pockets, expression unreadable but clearly unhappy. His eyes locked onto Hawks — then onto the student standing too close. The flames along his arms flickered. Tokoyami whispered, “This will be interesting.” Rody whispered, “I’m staying right here.” Deku whispered, “Should we… intervene?” “No,” Tokoyami said. “Let it unfold.” Dabi walked straight toward them, stopping beside Hawks with a calmness that felt anything but calm. The student swallowed. “Uh… hi.” Dabi stared at him. “Move.” The student moved. Hawks sighed. “Dabi—” “You don’t let people stand that close to you,” Dabi said quietly. Hawks felt his heart jump. “He was just asking a question.” “He was asking for your time,” Dabi said. “And he was smiling too much.” Rody snorted. “You’re jealous again.” Dabi didn’t look away from Hawks. “I’m not.” Tokoyami nodded. “You are.” Deku whispered, “He really is.” Hawks crossed his arms. “You don’t get to be jealous.” Dabi stepped closer. “Then neither do you.” Hawks’ wings twitched. “I wasn’t jealous.” “You were.” “I wasn’t.” “You were.” Rody raised a hand. “You both were.” Tokoyami nodded. “It’s mutual.” Deku added, “Very mutual.” Hawks exhaled. “Fine. Maybe I was.” Dabi’s expression softened — just slightly. “Good.” Hawks blinked. “Good?” Dabi looked away, voice quieter. “Means I’m not the only one losing my mind over this.” Hawks felt something warm settle in his chest. “You’re not.” Dabi’s eyes flicked back to him — surprised, relieved, conflicted. Tokoyami stepped forward. “You two need to talk.” Rody nodded. “Privately.” Deku pointed toward an empty hallway. “There’s a quiet spot over there.” Hawks and Dabi exchanged a look — one that said everything they weren’t ready to say out loud. Hawks whispered, “Come on.” Dabi followed. And for the first time, they walked side by side without pretending they didn’t care. Chapter 6: A heated Confession When both Dabi and Hawks stopped in the empty hallway, a heated spark causing tension between them. “So?” Hawks said as he nervously rubbed the back of his neck, as a slight flush occurs from the bottom of his neck to his cheeks. Dabi stepped closer, his breath was warm against Hawk’s cheek.  Hawks blushes faintly as Dabi moved his hand against Hawks cheek. Dabi leaned in. Hawks kissed Dabi. This is a work in progress, the name of the story is Feathers in the fire btw.  

lol, yeah.

real.

welp now to draw a portrait of euproctis( his name  sounds like a freaking Skin disease 😭)