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Shouto’s POV:
Dabi grins maniacally at Endeavor and Hawks, eyes flickering between the two heroes as he cackles, “Oh man, I didn’t expect this. I’m starting to have fun!”
It’s almost time, Shouto thinks. He tenses and settles deeper into his crouched position, as if to prepare for an attack against his elder brother. Ha, if only.
Dabi’s eyes lock with Shouto’s, and he grins wider, the action stretching the staples holding his face together. To the hero onlookers, his expression might seem unnatural, but Shouto knows that this is the most natural thing in the world for Dabi.
After all, that’s who Endeavor made Touya into.
Shouto narrows his eyes, gazing at Dabi intensely. In response, Dabi throws his head back and laughs.
“Now would be a good time for me to attack, don’t cha think?” He waggles a finger and winks. Shouto shudders in revulsion at the sight of it—his winks are a crime against humanity. “Nope! Just about now—” he mimes checking a watch— “little Shouto should be appearing on the screen.”
Shouto raises a path of ice to reach his brother on Gigantomachia’s back; his slow, controlled pace upwards makes it clear to the heroes that he’s not trying to attack. He settles to stand at Dabi’s side, who grins crazily and rubs Shouto’s hair—Shouto hisses and tries to pull away with a few light smacks to Dabi’s hand that’s ravaging his scalp, but it’s no use. He rolls his eyes internally.
Older brothers, huh?
Shouto’s cold eyes rake over the beaten, broken down heroes. Disbelief, horror, hurt, anger. Betrayal. Midoriya’s eyes would hurt him the most, if they could. His father’s traumatized expression doesn’t do anything for him. (How many times has he stared back at his father with the exact same face?) Hawks’ face is unreadable. Shouto resists the urge to shrug in response.
After all, the heroes betrayed him first. He’s simply returning the favor now.
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Dabi’s POV:
The wind changes direction, and a light breeze blows in his direction, bringing a familiar scent to his nose. Dabi stops dead in his tracks. Drops the grin. He hasn’t smelled that for sixteen years.
Don’t tell me—
His expression unreadable, Dabi stares into Endeavor’s broken, fearful, regretful eyes, then Hawks’ calculating eyes. He narrows his eyes at Hawks and sniffs the air again, focusing in on Hawks’ scent. It’s definitely changed from when Dabi first met Hawks. Underneath the usual smells of forest and earth, the familiar scent comes back stronger: a mild sweetness with a hint of fresh milk.
Is that…
Is that the scent of a pregnancy? From this angle, he can see the slight curve of Hawks’ belly.
It can’t be—
He inhales again. It definitely smells like when Mom was pregnant. Wait. It really smells like when Mom was pregnant. (He’s lived through that three times, the last time especially clear. He knows, okay?!)
Oh no. WHAT the fuck.
Dabi realizes something he’s never wanted to realize. Or even imagine.
WHAT THE FUCK WHAT THE FUCK WHAT THE FUCK—
“WHAT THE FUCK DAD!” Dabi screams at the top of his lungs, “DON’T TELL ME YOU FUCKING GOT HAWKS PREGNANT!”
Hawks chokes, his unbreakable mask shattered, while Endeavor stares at Dabi with narrowed eyes, coming to stand over Hawks protectively. An alpha shielding their omega from threats. Dabi can already feel himself beginning to overheat.
To his side, Shouto makes a displeased noise.
Oh my God, Hawks is definitely pregnant.
“WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK!” Dabi shrieks, his body bursting into blue flames. “I’M OLDER THAN HIM! ME AND FUCKING FUYUMI ARE OLDER THAN HIM! YOUR TWO ELDEST CHILDREN ARE OLDER THAN TAKAMI FUCKING KEIGO!”
Steam begins escaping from his nose, ears, and mouth. Like the helpful baby brother he is, Shouto immediately begins applying ice around Dabi to cool his older brother down. The steam evaporates into the air, the hissing sound very loud in the silence that’s overtaken the battlefield.
Me and fucking Fuyumi are fucking older than fucking Hawks what the fuck what the fuck—
Dabi lets out an incoherent scream of rage, a burst of blue flame following from his mouth. In the (only sane) corner of his mind passes the brief thought of huh, I didn’t know I could do that.
Endeavor stares at Dabi with trepidation in his eyes, his shoulders hunched. Still, he doesn’t step away from Hawks. Doesn’t move away from his omega. He croaks, “You’re not Touya. He’s dead.”
Dabi lets out another infuriated scream. He motions hurriedly at Shouto’s hands, and Shouto obliges. Using both of his hands, Shouto makes ice and melts it to form a steady stream above Dabi’s head. The water flows down, the black dye slowly dripping out to reveal white strands, white as snow.
Baby brothers. Useful indeed.
“BELIEVE ME NOW, MOTHERFUCKER?” Dabi shrieks. (In all his practice runs of the big reveal, he hadn’t imagined it would go like this. Not that he would’ve imagined his father got Hawks pregnant.)
Endeavor takes a step back, disbelief and horrid understanding dawning on his face. “No… no, no, no, no,” he whispers to himself. His broken eyes meet Shouto’s. “Why?”
Shouto wrinkles his nose, as if faced with a particular unpleasant smell. Perhaps a durian. “Touya-nii found me and saved me from you. You were too busy beating me senseless to otherwise notice.” He nods at Dabi.
Endeavor flinches, and it’s a wonderful thing to watch. Dabi narrows his eyes as Hawks shuffles forward and stands in front of Endeavor, his wings spread wide. The position highlights the curve of Hawks’ abdomen.
“What the fuck,” murmurs Dabi again. “My forty-five year old dad knocked up a barely legal twink that’s quite literally half his age.” He whirls around to Shouto. “Did he even divorce Mom?”
Shouto responds primly, “No. I visit Mom a lot in the hospital, and she’s always wearing her wedding ring. Dad never wears it because of ‘field work regulations’—” Shouto says this with air quotes and an eye roll— “but it’s obviously because he’s too pussy to divorce Mom.”
Dabi chokes briefly. Little baby Shouto saying that? He amends his statement. No, it’s actually more likely than you think.
“Of course Endeavor would have extramarital affairs on top of beating his wife and kids,” Dabi mutters.
“Not that he ever divorced his wife,” Shouto pipes in helpfully.
Hawks’ wings ruffle in agitation, but Hawks doesn’t say anything. Not when everything they’ve said is true. Endeavor places his hand on Hawks’ shoulder, eyes shining with the determination to protect his pregnant omega. The protective pheromones leaking into Endeavor’s scent positively reek.
Dabi and Shouto both gag. Shouto’s eyes water, while Dabi’s eyes fill with blood. A number of the other heroes gag as well.
(Yes, the stench is actually that foul.)
“Do you want another sibling to suffer like we did?” Dabi asks Shouto, his voice so low he’s practically growling now.
Shouto shakes his head very hard. He even crosses his arms for good measure.
Dabi grins. “Good. Because I don’t! Shall we take down Endeavor now?”
Shouto nods vigorously, head bobbing up and down like a hyperactive bobblehead.
Dabi laughs, a crazed, maniacal thing, and the two brothers attack.
(He’s pretty sure he hears Shouto laugh for the first time in his life as they perform their special combo move. It sounds remarkably like his laugh.)