So My Friend And I Have Been Having A Disagreement About If Canon Hawks And Fanon Hawks Would Be Good

Hawks uses axe body spray like crazy. It’s not fanon, it has to be canon.

Was in a drawing mood so I decided to draw Hawks

I absolutely suck at drawing Hawks, so I tend to draw him in a more rough style.

*Everyone is giving advice to Keigo after he joined the lov*

Mr. Compress: It's okay to ask for help.

Kurogiri: You're not a burden.

Dabi, Himiko, Shigaraki & Spinner: Murder is okay.

Magne: Your feelings matter.

Got paid. Renewed subscriptions. Have shelves. Now I need to buy a drill to put up shelves. It's also 100°f outside and I have 4 dogs to take out. HAHAHAHAhahaaa

I REALLY NEED TO FINISH THIS FFS

C.Hawks: I hate Dabi, he smells horrible and is a liar.

F.Hawks: I want that man to fuck me sideways and leave marks all over my body. He can do whatever he wants to me and I will be all for it.

C.Hawks visibly concerned: WHAT THE FUCK

My Discord account got hacked. How fun <_> Well, while I work on trying to get it back, I hope yall are having a good day/night/afternoon/morning.

Anyways, heres a question for yall.

Quirk Mutation PT.1

"Woah there, sorry. Did my wing hit you?" Hawks asked as you picked yourself up from the ground.

You didn't expect his wings to be so powerful that a simple flap would knock you off your feet. You dusted yourself off and turned your gaze to him. He waited for an answer as he looked you up and down, analyzing you and your mood.

"It's fine. It was my mistake to get so close to them in the first place." You admitted, getting ready to head to where you were going.

Hawks let you pass, but not before questioning what had happened. Normally, he would have picked up the vibrations and moved before his wings would have hit you. However, he didn't sense a thing. Was he sick? Were his feathers alright? He didn't know. He decided to write it off as spacing out and went on with his day. A few villains and helping the common folk was what his day was filled with. That is, until he got a call from a certain flame user. He went to their normal meeting spot and waited for Dabi to arrive.

A few mintues go by, and Hawks goes to call Dabi, wondering where he was, only for a ringtone to go off behind him, making him jump. He clutched his hesrt as he turned towards Dabi, who stared at him bewildered.

"How long have you been there?!" Hawks exclaimed, trying to calm down from the near heart attack he almost experienced

"I've been here, waiting. Didn't you pick up on me walking behind you?" Dabi questioned the hero, clearly confused.

"I..." There was no way for Hawks to lie and make an excuse, so he decided to just tell the truth.

"I haven't been able to sense anything with my feathers as of late. Haven't been able to pick up on anything. I'm worried it may affect my work and efficiency."

Dabi raised a brow, clearly unamused.

"Let me test something then." Dabi went to grab a feather and plucked it from Hawks' wing. He didn't sense Dabi going to grab it, and watched seeing what he may do next.

"Tell me if you feel anything." Dabi stated as he set the feather ablaze.

Hawks didn't feel a single thing, which terrified him. Usually he would pick up on his feather being burnt, the pain equal to that of a pinch. However, he didn't feel anything at all, as if the feather wasn't even a part of him. As if it wasn't apart of him...

"Anything?" Dabi asked

"Nothing..." Hawks muttered.

"Send a feather my way, yeah?" Dabi suggested.

Right. He couldn't sense vibrations, that was all. Right? Hawks tried to send a feather at Dabi, only for nothing to happen. His wings didn't even move. This caused fear to shoot through Hawks' spine, and the feathers on his wings puffed up. He turned his head, wide eyed as he looked at his wings.

"That's not supposed to happen." Hawks admitted, as he tried to flatten his feathers.

He couldn't, the panic he felt was too great, causing his wings to stay the way they were.

"Are you okay?" Dabi asked, getting sort of freaked out by the display in front of him.

"I don't know, I d- OW!" Hawks removed his gloves as he looked at his hands, more specifically, his nails.

His nails, once trimmed and filed, now long and sharp, darkening as they grew. He watched as his hands changed, his fingertips now thickly padded and the back becoming layered in scaley thick skin. He kneeled over in pain as he felt feathers begin to grow on his back and neck, some on his shoulders, face, ears and even his arms. The feeling overwhelming as he turned to Dabi in desperation. The villain, taling a step back as he watched Hawks transform before his very eyes.

Hawks felt his eyes dialate as his surroundings became more clear. His throat burned as if his vocal cords were on fire, a deep throated, high pitched shriek coming from him instead of his usual scream. He could feel his muscles contract and relax as his whole body transformed into something, not even he could comprehend.

"Da-bi... wh.. what is happen- ing to m-me...?" Hawks groaned, his voice hoarse and dry.

Dabi readied himself, arms in flames as he watched from a distance, waiting to see if Hawks would attack. After another minute of pain and agony, Hawks ended up passing out from exhaustion, his body reformed. Dabi wasn't sure what to do, but he did know one thing. If Hawks was to be spotted, then his plans of using the hero, would go down the drain. So he stayed, and waited, and watched. He waited for the hero to wake up, maybe then he would get some answers as to what the fuck just happened.

How I think Canon Hawks vs. Fanon Hawks would react to you getting a fever. (Been a while since I've done one of these)

Canon notices you still hadn't gotten out of bed around noon and went to check on you. Your face was pale and your lips were redder than normal. He checked your temperature, you were burning up and were barely awake. Immediately Hawks went to the fridge and grabbed a cold compress. He wrapped a cloth around it and placed it on your head to cool you down. The most Hawks knew was that rest would be the best option, though for a temperature as high as yours he decided to get you some medicine. Checking around, you had nothing for fever which meant Hawks would have to go and buy some. He goes out to buy medicine and stops to buy some chicken noodle soup as well. Coming home, he gives you the medicine and begins working on making you the soup. While the soup heated, he readied a cold bath and some spare clothes for you as he woke you from your needed slumber. He apologized and helped you up, leading you to the bath room. Helping you strip down and into the tub, you almost jumped back into Keigo's arms, but he reassured you he would be by your side. The cold water woke you, and as much as you didn't want to, you needed to cool your body down. After fighting your mental self, you had him help you in the tub and prevent you from escaping the cold water. A few minutes passed before you adjusted to the water. You felt slightly better, but after the bath, you just wanted warmth. Keigo helped you get dressed and lead you to the couch, where he had already prepared a few blankets and pillows for you. He served you some soup and set you on the couch as he went to change the sheets in your bedroom, throwing your current into the washer. Keigo wasn't good with his words when it came to you, but he was very expressive through his actions. It was something you loved about him, we was never static, in fact, he was very fluid with his motions and made sure to express his emotions. He took care of you in sickness and in heath. The rest of the day, he spent by your side, tending to your every need. Your fever was bad and lasted about a week. After you had recovered, the following week Keigo got sick himself and now it was your turn to take care of him.

V.S.

Fanon senses your sickness and begins to panic. To you, you just had a simple fever, to him you were on the brink of death. He can be a bit overdramatic with his actions, but you knew Keigo meant well. He immediately left to get medicine, soup and even some bottles of water. He gave you the medicine and began making the soup. As he did, he left a few feathers around you to keep an ear out for you. He kept a cold wet rag on your head and kept it wet to help break your fever. Keigo didn't want you to move a muscle, he fed you, helped you drink water, and even checked for any other symptoms. He hoped it was only a fever and nothing worse. Keigo dreaded losing you, you were all he had and he would be lost without you. His wings were disheveled, and so was his hair. He paced around the house as you slept. Eventually he got so anxious that he sat by your bed and held your hand as you slept. He stayed with you as you slept, eventually falling asleep as well. Waking up feeling better, you turn to see Keigo asleep, he was on his knees and half of his body was on the bed. His head resting on his arm and his hand intertwined with yours. You watched him sleep and decided to wait for him to wake up to tell him you felt better. An hour had passed before he woke up, and upon hearing you were feeling better, he rushed to give you a hug and covered your face in kisses. He wings flapping happily and little chirps could be heard from him as he nozzles his face into your neck. You laughed and told him to take it easy, but Keigo wanted nothing more than to hold you in his arms for the rest of the day. And he did just that.

Sometimes, I like to think of how high Hawks can fly. We've seen him fly high above the clouds and with no issue, too. Makes me wonder just how high he can fly before he starts having problems.