First OP and MHA crossover where the mcs are My Hero characters! I'm consumed with the dabixhawks ship thanks to ao3 and their plethora of stories lol. Not a super long story, but I'm excited to post it since it's something new. Lots and lots of fluff and hurt/comfort. Spoilers for Dabi's past, but I would assume pretty much every Dabi fanfiction reader knows by now. Enjoy~
Hawks stood in front of his target, who was cowering in the corner of an alleyway dead-end. He took his gloves off with a sigh, taking one of his sword feathers, ready to kill him. The Commission sent him to dispose of a traitor. Hawks wasn't told what his quirk was, as apparently that didn't matter. So he was unprepared for the quirk, but used to killing.
"Don't kill me, please!" he sobbed.
"Orders are orders, man. Sorry," Hawks replied, not sounding especially apologetic. He hardened his long feather automatically, able to change the density of his feathers. They had to be stiff for most actions. It was hard to save someone from a burning building it the feather was limp and flimsy.
It only really worked if they were hard enough to be able to handle weights on them. He took it and slit the man's throat before he moved to stitch it up for less of a mess. It as a fast way to die. Stabbing them anywhere else would take longer and be messier. He was ready to drag the body out of the alleyway before there was a loud crack, and suddenly everything was bright and smelled wrong.
When he opened his eyes, he saw he was laying on his back, facing the sky, eyes staring at the endless blue. It was clearer than he'd ever seen it. Not a cloud in sight, and no haze of smog. He definitely wasn't in that alleyway. It had been cloudy and gloomy, reflecting his job like a movie would.
Now the sky was crystal clear. He could hear birds, and could smell the air was kind of salty, like he was at the beach. So, that guy had a teleportation quirk, then. He sat up and rubbed his head, looking down and finding he'd landed in mud, and now his wings were covered in it. The hero stood up with a sigh, and pulled out his phone.
No signal. He tried wifi, but there was no wifi, either. So he had no idea where he was and would need to ask or fly around to see. Putting the phone back in his pocket, he finally got a good look of his surroundings. He was indeed at the beach. There wasn't a house or anything in sight.
When he looked in the water, it was such a deep blue, but there wasn't a single piece of trash anywhere. As he walked inland, no trash. Which didn't make sense and was what threw him into suspicion. Where was this? Was he on some uninhabited island or something? That could be troublesome if he had no GPS.
Pressing the radio button on the side of his visor, it only beeped. Not even the multiple beeps that said he had no signal. Just one long beep, which he'd never had happen before. Pressing the other buttons to pull up a map on the visor, there was also nothing. So he had no help from personal technology.
Since it was an assassination mission, he hadn't brought his wallet, and therefor had no money to pay to use a phone. Fuck. He decided to just fly across the island, as he had a hunch that it was indeed an island, and quickly came across what seemed to be a town. Landing lightly, he looked at the buildings oddly.
He assumed this place was an older town, or maybe looked so barebones because it was on an island. Nothing looked remarkable, and he saw some signs up on what seemed to be bars, and the titles were in english. He was nowhere near Japan anymore. How the hell would he get back? Ah, everyone at the Commission would be pissed.
Probably earn a light beating. Wonderful. He went to the nearest bar, and entered hesitantly. He pushed his visor up so it wasn't blocking his sight, and headed inside. And god damn this was a noisy bar. Everyone was laughing and joking and drunk off their asses. Looked like the booze there was quite good based on their expressions. All pink faced and hammered.
He saw no TVs, and nobody had their phones out. "Excuse me?" he asked the bartender, who looked at him with raised eyebrows, glancing at his wings. It was a good thing these people could understand him when the man asked what he could do for him. "Do you have wifi here? I'm lost."
The bar tender looked confused. "What's wifi?" Hawks furrowed his brows. Instead of answering, as explaining something as complex as the internet would be fruitless and take too much time, he asked where he was. "Tomo Island. Is that a devil fruit you got there?" he asked, gesturing to his wings.
"What country is Tomo Island in?" he asked casually, not answering him about a devil fruit, as he had no clue what that was. He couldn't even imagine what a devil fruit was. Was it an evil fruit? And did the guy not know what a quirk was? Fuck, where the hell was he sent? The people sitting at the bar near him were watching in amusement as he seemed to be making a fool of himself.
"Don' know what a country is, but Tomo Island is in the New World."
"Ah, right. Sorry, I guess I've been too high for my own good," he said, making himself sound embarrassed and turning his face red. The burly men with tattoos and weapons on them just laughed. One guy pat his back, and invited him to have a drink. Seemed pretty happy, but they were also black out drunk.
A woman walked up behind him and started petting his feathers. It was quite rude, and he turned around. "Those are awfully pretty wings. How much do you think they'd sell for?" She pulled out a knife. He blinked a few times, before announcing he was leaving. He promptly hurried out the door and flew up and away.
Looking for someone else to get information from, he landed in front of a woman and her baby in a stroller. "Excuse me, miss. Is there a phone I can use?" When she looked confused, he asked her how he could get to Japan.
"I'm sorry, sir, I don't know what you're talking about," she said, sounding kind and patient. "Do you need help?" Hawks looked young for his age, so many she thought he was a minor or something. He was told many times he still looked to be in his late teens, mostly because of his short height for a guy. "What's your name?"
"Hawk - Keigo," he said, deciding to use his real name. He hadn't used it in a long time, but he was pretty positive he was no longer in his world. Things were too different. Who wouldn't know what a cell phone was? Even the poorest and most secluded nations knew what a phone was. "I am a bit confused. I'm actually lost. I washed up here and don't know where it is," he said, sounding awkward.
It wasn't faking, this was a bit embarrassing. He had no idea what to do here. Nobody looked like they had quirks. One third of the population had mutant quirks, and yet he hadn't seen a single person that didn't look conventionally human. He stood out like a sore thumb with his wings. The baby in the stroller was staring at his wings with wide blue eyes. Hawks waved at him lightly.
"Oh, I see. I can bring you to city hall. There are maps there for you to find out where you are. But I'm surprised you were able to wash up. The New World waters aren't exactly the best place to be floating around at."
"I guess I'm just lucky I didn't drown."
"Or get eaten by sea kings or killed by pirates." Hawks blinked a few times before he agreed that those things would suck. What the hell was a sea king? And there were pirates in this ocean? He never heard of the "New World" ocean, and thought he should definitely know what it is in his own world.
He was extremely knowledgeable about the rest of the world, even if the Commission only kept him in Japan. Facts about pretty much everything had been drilled into his head. If he forgot, he would be beaten. So he knew he should know of such a place. Lost in thought while still aware of his surroundings, he followed the woman and her baby to the city hall.
It was again, tiny. She saw him inside, and wished him luck in finding his way back. What a surprisingly kind stranger. He went to the front desk, again seeing no technology. No payphones, no computer at the desk, nothing. He walked up to it, and tapped on the counter. Someone came over, a girl with bright red hair.
"Can I help you?" she asked, glancing at his wings curiously, but not asking.
"I'm lost. Do you have any maps I can look at?" he asked, getting straight to the point. She obliged, and pulled out some old maps. They looked worn and the edges were frays. He unrolled them, and looked at the maps of this "New World" sea. It was all isolated islands. He took a few deep breaths, really not knowing what to do and starting to genuinely panic, never having been so lost in a situation.
He was starting to sweat and bit his lip hard. He felt like a lost child. He didn't know what to do next or where to go. The guy whose quirk sent him here was dead. How would he get back? He had to meet Endeavor the next day, he couldn't just be a no-show. He put his hands to his chest, and closed his eyes to try and calm down.
"Are you lost?"
"Yeah. Very," he sighed. "Do you know any way off this island?" he asked, arms crossed and fingers drumming on the opposite bicep. His wings had started to curl around him, which was something he did when he was afraid, which had not happened in a very, very long time. Fear was shameful to the Hero Public Safety Commission. An embarrassment. But he couldn't help it, he was so lost he didn't know what to do next.
She said, "Well, the next island is two weeks away. You'll need a ship. But unfortunately, most of the ships that pass through here are pirate ships. The Whitebeards keep them from pillaging here. Maybe you could ask them for help. They called us and are headed here for a little vacation."
"Whitebeards?" he asked. "Wait! I can call someone?"
"Sure. Who would you like to call? We have a dial den den mushi." He had no idea what that was, but he wasn't expecting a huge snail with a receiver on its back to be put in front of him. He asked what that was. "A den den. Just dial the numbers and talk to them." How the fuck was he supposed to call someone through a god damn snail?
He played it off, and picked up the receiver before pressing the buttons he knew went directly to the chairwoman. He didn't want to talk to her, but needed to find a way back. Though his hopes of figuring out what to do next were dwindling rapidly. Hawks dialed, but it didn't connect. So he tried Endeavor's number. Nothing. He tried his own and various other agencies he had the numbers of memorized.
Nothing. "You're pressing too many numbers, hun'." Been a long time since someone called him that.
"Where can I talk to the leader of this island?" he asked, really unable to stop the quivering in his voice. He'd never panicked before, and he was getting real tired of it. He would figure out how to get back. She told him he should wait for the Whitebeards to show up and ask them. "They're not here?"
"No. They haven't been here in over a year. But you're in luck that they'll be here in maybe a day. I'm sure the Ace and Thatch would be intrigued with your devil fruit. Is it a zoan? I've never seen one stand out like this before. Usually they go back after being used." He didn't know what a zoan was or a devil fruit. Or who Ace and Thatch were.
He stuttered out an apology, and fled the place like a coward. He was not a coward, but he was unfamiliar with being so fucking stupid and clueless. He was the number two hero, damn it. He wasn't stupid and clueless. But now, he was. This wasn't his home world. Was he in a dream? Maybe that was what it was! The quirk put him to sleep.
If that was the case, then it was quite an interesting dream. He walked with his head down to the port, following the smell of the sea. Looking out at it from the docks, he had to think of it as beautiful. It sparkled like gems were floating at the surface. He breathed in deeply through the nose. He wasn't especially fond of the scent of the ocean, but he would get used to it.
To the left a bit, there was another dock with a bunch of ships. Wooden ships with sails and everything. They were huge. Not as big as cruise ships, but pretty big for a wooden boat. Were they pirate ships? Pirates had been mentioned a few times now. And it wasn't like this could be the past or anything, when pirates were in full swing.
The past sure as hell didn't use giant snails to call people. Finally letting go, he managed to turn his possible tears into hysterical laughter. He didn't want to cry and be weak. Fuck no. He sat down and dangled his feet over the side, leaning forward until his elbows were pressed to his thighs, hands propping up his jaw.
Fucking snails.
-x-
He managed to find a place to sleep that night. At the same woman with the baby's house. She welcomed him, and he was helpful enough to cook dinner, finding that the food, at least, was the same as in his world. She lived alone with her baby, and had a spare room for him to sleep in until the Whitebeards came.
During dinner, Hawks planned on asking what the Whitebeards were. He made some salmon dish, as there was plenty of frozen fish in her kitchen. It made sense, this was an island near the ocean. Fishing had to be big there. And in all places, since this world was dotted with islands, not continents.
While he usually would have entertained a baby with his feathers, he didn't know if that was natural or not. If devil fruits were like that. He'd keep his wings only as wings to fly with. After all, he wasn't doing hero work. He had no damn mission here. He should be back at the Commission by now.
God, they were gonna be so pissed at him for this. They should have prepared him for the target's quirk and this would have never happened. "I have some odd questions that you will probably think are kind of stupid," he said, eating his own serving. At least she liked the food he made.
"Sure. I'm Diane by the way. What do you need to know?"
"Who are the Whitebeards?" She did seem surprised by the question. But she explained regardless. They were a "yonko" crew. Four emperors. They were the rulers of the sea, and the Whitebeards owned this island. Their name protected them from other pirates that would otherwise harm them and their land.
"So they must be pretty strong."
"Of course! Whitebeard himself has a bounty of 5 million berries." Hawks knew that had to be very expensive, even if he didn't know the currency compared to any currency on earth. "He's fearsome but also very kind."
"What's he like?"
"Whitebeard-san is in his 70's, but you wouldn't guess that by his appearance. Plus there's his size. He towers over everyone." Hawks leaned forward, starting to get interested. "21 feet tall." Hawks choked on his food. And he thought Endeavor was tall! How the hell did someone get to be 21 feet tall?! Was that a quirk? He asked if he had any powers. "He has the quake quake fruit, which is part of why his crew is feared by his enemies and the marines."
Ah, so there was a military in this world! Then why were there so many pirates around? But he wasn't dumb and would trust any government or military in this world. He knew nothing about it, he could not make any judgements. "What is that power?" he asked in fascination. He didn't think she was lying to him.
"He can create earthquakes. If he wanted to he could destroy the world," she said. His mouth opened just slightly, his jaw not fully dropped. That was a ridiculously over powered quirk. No- devil fruit. He wanted to know more about those, but wouldn't give it away that he wasn't from around there. The pro hero didn't want to stand out more than he already did.
He asked, "Does his crew have any more q- devil fruits?" A pirate captain with an overpowered ability. He could be very dangerous, but the way the woman talked about that crew and its captain, they didn't sound like criminals. Maybe the word pirate was different in this place. That they weren't criminals. Though there were bounties…
Diane said, "Jozu has the diamond diamond fruit. He can turn his skin into diamond. Ace is a logia fruit, and can control and become fire. Then there's Phoenix Marco, who ate the phoenix phoenix fruit and can turn into one and heal from any wound or sickness. His is a zoan, like yours."
So a zoan was probably something to do with an animal, then. "I have the hawk hawk fruit," he lied. "But there's only four of them on that crew? How many are there?"
"Yes, only four. Out of 1,600 members." Hawks froze.
"All on one ship?" he asked slowly.
"The Moby Dick is a big ship, indeed. Plus the thousands of members of all his subordinate crews and allies." Damn, Hawks was very interested in meeting these people. A 21 foot tall man, someone who could become a phoenix, a ship large enough to house that many people permanently.
He was lost in thought the rest of the night, and asked no more questions. The bed he slept on was too narrow for his wings to be spread out, so it was a bit uncomfortable, but not enough to complain about. He'd been in worse places. Staring at the ceiling, the hero wondered if he was declared missing. It had been almost seven hours of being gone.
What would happen when he returned? What would the punishment be? He had taken off his jacket and was now in his pants and undershirt. Pulling up his sleeve, he looked at all the scars from various punishments. Even once he moved into his own agency, he was submitted to punishments to force him to do his job better, even if he'd been doing the best he could even without physical abuse.
He rolled over, feeling hot. There was no air conditioning here. No real technology but the snail phones. His own phone had died about an hour ago, and he had no way to charge it. It was useless now. And his visor had run out of battery too. Hawks regretted not charging them before leaving. It was supposed to be a short mission after all. Fast and easy.
Eventually, he fell asleep, and woke up to the sun streaming through the open window. Sitting up, he popped his neck side to side, and heard bells ringing all over the island. He jumped out of bed, grabbed his jacket, and sprinted out. Diane was still asleep, so he wouldn't wake her right now.
He flew over the island and landed on the beach, finding the massive ship out from the shore a bit. It was wide, with many sails and masts. It looked fancy as hell. He waited for crew members to come off, unable to not be excited to see a massive human. And since these guys were big shots, they had to have more answers. He hoped so, dearly.
The first to come was a flying bird, a huge one made of blue fire. Hawks watched in awe. With him came a screaming man, holding onto the flying bird. "FFFUUUCCCKKK!" he screamed. They landed, the screaming guy thrown down onto the sand. "You prick!"
"You asked for it. Next time you dump paint on me, I'll take your alcohol for a week." Wow, then the kid was a drunk. He looked younger, but was half a foot taller than Hawks. But it was little compared to the bird, who he assumed was phoenix Marco. Hawks took a deep breath, and walked forward.
Both Marco and the freckled kid looked up when he walked over. "Whoa, nice wings," said the freckled man who could only be a few years younger than Hawks.
"Uh, thanks. Listen, I need some help-"
"You live here?" Marco asked, who was over a foot taller than Hawks. He felt tiny. Small and helpless.
"I just appeared here."
"Appeared?" Freckles asked with a quirked eyebrow. Hawks had to be honest if he was getting any help. He was intimidated thinking about a 21 foot tall man who could destroy the world, so he'd ask Marco, who he was told was the first mate, the second in command on the yonko pirate crew.
He laid it all out there. Marco had a bored face through the whole thing, which Freckles looked deeply interested. Little boats were making their way over with more pirates there. Freckles, was shirtless with a dagger at his hip and a funny orange cowboy hat. He had a massive tattoo on his back and one on his arm as well.
Hawks was doing his best to not wring his hands like a small child. He was short, but not weak. He didn't think so, but he had no idea the extent of their abilities. Devil fruits might be incredibly strong. And he was curious about Ace's fire power. He'd met Endeavor and seen his brat on the TV. He also knew about Dabi, of course. So what was his power like?
"You're saying you came from another world? What's your name, anyways?"
"Haw- Keigo," Hawks replied, even if saying his name even here felt bad. "I have proof that I'm not from around here. I mean, the batteries are dead, I can't show you much," he said, knowing he must sound crazy. He took out his cell phone and handed it to the younger man. He looked at the metal and glass object in curiosity. Marco took it, and pressed the button on the side. It only turned on to flash the red battery before shutting back down. "I have no way to recharge it, so it's useless."
Marco introduced himself and Ace, an handed Hawks his phone back. "Well, we can ask Pops about it," the blonde man said.
Ace narrowed his eyes at him. "You find someone from some other world and you aren't even interested a little?" he asked incredulously.
"I have no reason to believe him." Hawks' feathers ruffled at this. "He clearly has a devil fruit, anyways."
"I don't. We call them quirks. Almost everyone has one in my world. My wings can do more than fly." Ace looked intrigued, eyes bright in interest. He nodded, as if encouraging him to show. So Hawks did, sending all his feathers away. He used some to lift up Ace's hat and pull his dagger from the sheath. This seemed to prove to Marco that he was legit.
His quirk wasn't similar to devil fruits, it seemed. Lucky for him. He reformed his wings again. "Holy fuck, that was cool. Man, Thatch is gonna be amazed. Just wait for him to get here," Ace said brightly. Marco was staring at Hawks, a deep stare, like he was looking into his soul. He did his best not to bristle and give him a defensive look.
Hawks had always been sure of himself in situations like this, he didn't back down to others, but Marco was much bigger and older than him, and had his own amazing bird quirk. He could fly, too. Honestly, he looked a lot cooler than Hawks in that phoenix form, but he wouldn't say that. Were there dragon quirks here, too?
Soon all the little boats arrived, and one of them was most noticeable for the massive man. Honestly, he'd doubted that the guy was actually that tall, and it may be like his presence was intimidating. But the guy really was that tall, a buff as fuck for a 70 year old man. He had a bandana on, a mustache instead of a beard, and a long coat on his back. Plus he was holding a huge bisento. Hawks had never seen one but in history books. "Yo, Pops! We found an interesting guy!" Ace called.
For someone who was supposed to be scary, Hawks was surprised by the look of fatherly love for the young, freckled man. Hawks had never had a look directed at himself, but he'd seen fathers look at their children in such a way. When they were good parents. "Oh?" Whitebeard asked curiously.
Ace shot off the ground by propelling his feet up with fire, and sat on the old man's shoulder. "It's super cool. But we should have some booze first." Hawks would rather talk to the guy immediately, not when he was drunk. More pirates came off, most of them carrying weapons. Guns or swords, blades, spears.
He was nervous a bit. Staying to the side as the many pirates hurried onto the island, declaring it time to drink, despite being morning still. Some shouted about brothels in excitement, but the majority were looking to drink. Huh. It did seem Ace was the youngest of them all. Hawks saw no children or teenagers. Which was for the best, kids shouldn't be with pirates. They were bad... Right?