#//thank you mother father🐦‍⬛

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"This one's from me," he hummed softly, sliding a slim yet wide velvet box over to Nao. "This one's from Raphael." He placed another velvet box atop, smaller and a little bulkier than the one beneath. "I figured with your sleight of hand, these might please you a bit. Raphael helped with the design of his gift. I only suggested the colors you enjoy be part of it." Zachariel chuckled softly, patting atop Nao's head. "Don't get anxious about it. They're nothing dangerous, I know they're both something you'd get a lot of use of."

Despite handing out gifts to the people closest to them, it may or may not come as a surprise that Nao didn't really celebrate the holidays actually, after a few quite traumatizing and not-so-silent nights. But their eyes did widen at the sight of not only one, but two boxes intended for them. "You really didn't have to---" The small twinkle in their eyes was saying otherwise though! Even after all the headaches they had given him? Both to Zachariel and probably Raphael. If there was truly a naughty or nice list, shouldn't they be basically on the naughty list? Nao peeked through the boxes to see what's inside. Shiny. Maybe they had noticed Nao was kind of like a crow when it came to those. Maybe if they put something pretty on they and put these on too they could catch the attention of--- No one! Nobody at all! Nao carefully closed the boxes again, cheeks slightly burning. It was just because of the frost, they can assure! "Thanks." They added shortly.

[chubby-bun-bun]

untitled (part 1)

You help out an injured crow. It seems to be a bit of a strange crow, though.

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tags: sylus x reader, still linkon city but mc is not a hunter, basically an alternate universe, minor character deaths, mc has a distinct backstory and personality, slow burn, hurt/comfort, you’re lowkey a disney princess witch character who attracts crows 🐦‍⬛✨💅

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You exhale slowly. Barely enough to cover food for the next two weeks, until your next paycheck. That nasty cold last week really gutted this month’s budget.

With a heavy heart, you retrieve your card from the ATM and start your usual trek toward the city park, stopping by the familiar food cart that sells peanuts at a good price. (Yes, a questionable purchase, considering your financial situation. No, you will not acknowledge said questionable purchase.)

Linkon City in mid-December is bone-chillingly cold, blanketed in powdery snow—but that’s never stopped you from your daily visit to the park. The freezing temperatures tend to drive most people away, leaving the usually lively space quiet. You, however, can’t resist coming to see your friends.

Caw! Caw! Caw!

Speak of the devil. Well, devils.

A giddy smile tugs at your lips, and the exhaustion from the day evaporates.

“Hi!” you call out to the murder of crows circling above. Their midnight feathers gleam against the brilliant pink, orange, and purple hues of the winter sunset. You reach into the inside pocket of your weathered but ever-loyal overcoat and grab a handful of peanuts, tossing them onto the snow-free patches of ground.

The crows descend immediately, squabbling as they pick at the treats.

Moving carefully so you don’t spook them, you settle onto a nearby bench. A few of the bolder ones flutter down to join you, perching on the bench as their beady eyes lock on your face. Beaks held high, they wait expectantly, clearly hoping for more. You huff a soft laugh and oblige, tossing another handful.

Your peculiar friendship with these crows began a few years ago. The day of your family’s funeral.

A drunk twenty-year-old behind the wheel of his rich businessman father’s SUV, barreling down the highway at four times the speed limit. Your mother, father, and younger brother, on their way to your college graduation. A tragic case of wrong place, wrong time.

You don’t remember much after that. Everything that followed was all a blur. The driver didn’t really face any consequences, thanks to their family’s influence. Their lawyer presented you with a pitiful settlement offer (or, in hindsight, maybe you were more or less threatened into accepting it). Maybe it was the overwhelming sense of hopelessness at the time, or the suspicion that your lawyer might have been paid off by the driver’s family, but you ended up agreeing to settle.

It didn’t matter anyway. Your family was dead.

The funeral was a simple event. Some extended family came to offer their support and condolences. Once the day ended and everyone went home, however, you were left alone in your family’s house.

You don’t remember much, but you do remember standing in the middle of your living room, a growing tightness in your chest slowly overtaking you, as if your heart was being squeezed from the inside. The walls of the room seemed to close in around you, and suddenly it was impossible to breathe. Somehow, you ended up bolting out the door—leaving it wide open behind you—and ran. You didn’t know where you were going, but you eventually found yourself here, at this very park, sitting on this very bench.

A single crow had perched nearby, watching you silently. Your hand brushed against your coat pocket, and you found some leftover peanut shells from the funeral’s snack offerings. You absentmindedly tossed them toward the crow, and it hopped down to peck at them. There was something oddly comforting in the way it ate, its sharp black eyes darting back toward you as if to say thank you.

The next day, you returned. One crow turned into three, then six. Slowly, more joined, until it seemed like the entire murder looked forward to your daily visits and peanut offerings.

A sudden, loud thump behind you pulls you from your thoughts. You instinctively turn toward the sound, only to find… nothing. Frowning, you scan the area, glancing left and right, until your eyes land on a crow lying on the ground directly behind your bench.

You gasp and quickly stand, rushing over to it.

“Are you okay?” you whisper, crouching down and scanning it for signs of injury. It looks like it fell straight out of the sky.

The crow caws at you—loudly. Unlike the murder behind you, its caw is sharper, more jarring. It grates against your ears like nails on a chalkboard. Its eyes seem to gleam red when the light catches them at certain angles, similar to how a cat’s eyes flash in the dark.

Then your gaze drops to its left wing, which is bent unnaturally.

“Did you hurt yourself?” you murmur, leaning closer to examine it. The injury doesn’t look like a typical fracture. The way the wing bends reminds you more of a mechanical part with a screw loose than a broken bone.

It caws again, louder this time, as if trying to get your attention.

You glance up at the sky and realize it’s grown darker. Heavy clouds swirl above, signaling an impending snowfall. Behind you, the other crows begin to disperse, their farewell squawks echoing as they take flight.

Looking back down at the injured crow, you watch as it tries to take off, only to crash back onto the ground with its unusable wing.

“Um, would you like to stay with me until your wing feels better?” you ask hesitantly.

The crow tilts its head to the side, almost as if it understands you. You miss the subtle garnet glow in its eyes as you carefully scoop it into your arms, cradling it gently to avoid jostling its injured wing.

“I’ll help you out until you’re better,” you say softly, already walking toward home. “I don’t have much, but you can have the rest of the peanuts I bought earlier.”

The crow doesn’t resist, settling into your arms. Its body relaxes against you, and you tighten your hold to shield it from the cold winter air.

You know your groceries won’t stretch far for the rest of the month, but your conscience won’t let you leave an injured animal out in the snow. Hugging the crow a little closer, you feel a small smile tug at your lips when it starts to coo softly.

You don’t notice the faint whirring sound beneath its gentle cooing, like the hum of tiny mechanical gears.

note: not sure where I’m headed with this tbh, but it’s kinda like an alternate universe of the game’s main story. still set in linkon and the concept of evols still exist, but mc is basically an average citizen. (lowkey gonna treat this whole thing as a massive projection of recent irl feelings teehee.) we’ll see how this goes!

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[isabeauwolf]

Queen Reader x Courtesan Overhaul

Part 1 - In Chains

(fanfic inspired by this mouthwatering fanart of Overhaul by @spectra-phantasma Thank you for your hard work, love! 🐦‍⬛💜💚)

News spread like wild fire last night.

Rumor has it that he was captured during his guilds disbanding and jumped, stolen from his home and his adoptive father, forced to watch his lands and properties were set ablaze by blue hell flames. The street rat who went from rags to riches and into a matter of a few hours was once again homeless, penniless and on the streets.

The proud, arrogant and confident young boss still stood tall, golden hues frosty, even when barely clothed and close to butt naked, in chains, leather and a quirk restraining collar.

He looks so pretty tied like that. You think with a coy smile on your lips. You had snuck out of the palace and made your way into the underground black market, more specially, the human slavery and trafficking district. Your only bodyguard, Eraser Head at your side. He was all you needed.

Even in chains, caged and bound, you could see it.

The fire in his molten amber gaze, as cold and hard as his low, monotone voice when he hissed, grumbled and cursed at the slave traders touching him and dragging him onto the stage as the next main attraction. The infamous Overhaul, the undergrounds "demon with no heart," the man with a godlike and alchemist level quirk, and apparently he had a Greek God's temper and body to match.

You wanted to break him. Make him into your fuck toy and your personal pretty courtesan.

Yes. You must have him, Kai Chisaki, Overhaul.

You always saw him in passing, in the crowds with his magenta and golden beaked plague mask covering the lower half of his face. Now, with the birdlike opened caged muzzle strapped to his face you could finally see all of him fully.

You bit your lip as arousal and excitement, the thrill of owning him and making him yours heated and coiled in your abdomen, making lust and desire pool between your thighs.

You are the Queen, what you want you get.

Eraser knows that look in your eyes. He'd seen it a thousand times when you found a pretty and unbroken toy you desperately wanted to play with. Watch it bend and break, fall for your charms, your body and cling onto your freely given love before getting bored and moving on to a new one.

Underneath his cloak, Eraser inwardly sighs. He knew there was no way of talking you out of this. His Mistress was stubborn, at least, she used her funds wisely unlike the previous Queen who loved to throw grand balls and parties nearly every two months on top of national holidays. When your mother died, you acted quickly with the help of All Might and Endeavor salvaged the kingdom's debt and crime lowered, you kept your citizens fed and taxes at a reasonable rate.

Of course, you knew crime was everywhere. Even during times of peace, other kingdoms waged wars, burned, pillaged, started a new and rebuilt. It's the law of the world, the game of thrones, the never ending darkness that plagued this world in a society where people were valued by their quirks than themselves individually.

Eraser's charcoal black orbs turned from your masked and cloaked covered figure and returned back to the stage. His highly trained eyes took in the other man's physique, the honed and refined hard muscle yet lean and agile, his shape and potential. Overhaul relied heavily on his quirk, but it was clear he still maintained and sharpened his body as well as his mind. The caged raven had hidden his body underneath his clothes to fool his enemies.

That alone made him earn a hint of respect. Plus, if his Queen was injured, he could have the ex-villain cure her with his alchemy and quirk, keep him as a bodyguard and shield... adding him as their Queen's lover would bind him to her.

Eraser and Hawks would still keep watch in the shadows until Overhaul full gained their trust. If the ex-criminal refused their Queen's more than generous offer, then they would make his life into a living hell. He scanned the place once more, arms crossed and leaning against the stone wall, he needed to remain alert and ready should someone recognized them. So far, everyone's gazes and murmuring whispers were more focused solely on the man on stage.

The market was crowded, jam packed.

No doubt Overhaul's fellow captured allies and enemies were all watching with bated breath, wondering their boss' fate after being captured, humiliated, striped of his status, clothes and about to be sold, his fate sealed.

Nezu walked on stage and the room grew quiet.

"Ladies and Gentleman," The dog, rat, mouse, whited furred leader of the slave trade smiled brightly in delight to see another human suffer as he bit back his sadistic mirth and laughter. "It's a pleasure to welcome everyone tonight. I'm sure you are all here to see the fate of our beloved dangerous and highly respected raven on stage."

He waved his paw towards Overhaul and gave a bow of respect.

"As much as I've appreciated your past contributions Overhaul," Nezu hummed, closing his eye and shook his head. "I'm afraid my hands are tied as The League have already sold you to me." A string of evil giggles slipped out, then he coughed and cleared his throat, his mask of professionalism returning and sighed dramatically. "But alas, I've decided from the goodness of my heart to offer those gathered tonight to become your new Master or Mistress." His black, beady eyes darkened as Overhaul's own golden hues returned to the traders gaze with a challenging glare.

Lesser slaves and weak willed citizens shivered in the crowd.

Nezu's cheery tone returned as he faced the audience. "Let's begin the price of a generous 10,000 gold, shall we?" His mask cracked as he threw his head back and cackled loudly, unhinged and barking laughter; clearly amused by many of the human's faces pale and jaw's drop.

Did the half mad sneaky little rat truly start the bid with the price he bought Overhaul for? Of course, he did.

The bids were starting.

It kept climbing higher and higher until only a few nobility were remaining to stake their claim on such a prized, caged and handsome bird.

You noticed a familiar greedy old hag a few rows across from you. You'd recognized that long, thick, spiky, dark purple hair anywhere.

Your eyes immediately narrowed, Nemuri Kayama, Midnight. The Mistress of The Underground Pleasure District and local Brothels, or "Streets of Heaven and Sin" which is widely know, even in the Capital. The purple haired and blue eyed woman was a decade your senior, she might have once been your best friend and found sister, but not anymore. No, not since you become Queen and she became her families head Mistress.

Midnight flaunted her beauty, charming both men and woman around her red-painted manicured and painted nails. Her black dress was skin tight and accentuated her voluptuous figure as she kept her arms uncovered in case she needed to use her quirk on misbehaving clients, citizens, enemies, workers and slaves.

As if feeling your gaze on her, Midnight half turned. Her blue eyes meeting yours, twinkling with mirth and amusement underneath her red mask. Fully facing you before making a beeline towards you as her hoard of lackeys, chained boy toys and workers followed their mistress on chained and leather leaches, attached to her wrist. Each of the poor bastards were each wearing a metal cock ring underneath their robes, whimpering moans, muffled groans and needy whines escaped their mouths in one shape or form.

She let go of the leach to her assistant, a newbie in training, if you had to guess. The poor redheads shy woman must have had some promises and potential, if Midnight handpicked her for the job as her assistant to take over in one of her many brothels. Her red hair, green eyes and luscious curves made her stand out and beautiful, you can admit that.

"Well, well, it's rare to you see coming down from your high tower, your majesty." Midnight purred, tilting her head and holding her riding crop underneath her chin. "See something you like pet?"

Your smile strained and your jaw twitched. "Good evening, Midnight. How's business?"

Eraser inwardly sighed, great. Midnight had a habit of riling you up and teasing you out of sisterly affection, a little too hard. Borderline, nearly pouncing on you after she riles her own-self. He swears if Mic here - No, oh second, thought, don't think about that overly loud, yellow cockatiel.

He noticed that the remaining bidders were you and Midnight, the two most riches and powerful women in the kingdom.

Nezu's waited, a purple and blue aura surrounding him. "Ladies, would you like to continue a higher bidding?" He knew who you were. You couldn't fool him. He knew your scent and settle traits.

He turned to Midnight, "Midnight?"

"He's such a handsome and pretty delicious birdman, isn't he?" Midnight smirked, hand on her hip and staring directly at Overhaul, who sneered at her, his clear distaste and disgust visible through the muzzle.

Oh dear, he doesn't seem to like her.

It's impressive, even while bound and chained, disgraced, he still looked his nose down at Midnight.

She turned towards you, practically gushing and wiggling with excitement and arousal, unashamed as she bit her lower lip and squealed loudly. "Oh, darling. The harder they resist the sweeter it is to break them!" Midnight knew your secret, your obsession and infatuation with Overhaul, the ex-criminal.

Strutting towards you with a confidant sway of her hips as her breasts moving against her thin gown, leather, chains and jewelry. Pulling out her black feathered fan to cover her mouth, leaning towards you and whispered, "Do you truly want him, my sister?" She purred with a seductive drawl, cheeks heated and sky blue eyes sparkling.

You narrowed your eyes, talking through clenched teeth. "What do you want, Midnight?" You bit out. "You usually aren't so generous and willing to give a handsome man away without a reason."

Midnight shrugged and giggled, padding you on the back and pulling you into her side. "Now, now, don't get upset, Y/n." She pouted and scolded lightly in a motherly voice.

You felt her breasts squishing against yours and you inwardly groaned, yet, your irritation and aggravation bled though, "Gods above and the afterlife, what do you want, Nemuri?"

Midnight released another loudly, girly squeal as she pressed her cheek into yours. "Oh, Y/n, please, please, let me borrow Eraser for a weekend, please, please, please!" She practically begged, swaying you back and forth, literally begging.

Eraser's eyes widened and he shook his head no. A huge noticeable blush on his face. He loved getting kinky in the bedroom, but Midnight could be, well - a bit too extreme. Her dominate and sadistic side was sexy, hell, he matched her freak, but other than sex and being old friends, they hardly saw each other.

It made things more awkward.

Rolling your eyes, this time, you sighed. "What do you need him for?"

"I need him to keep me company for a trip to the Capital!" Midnight let go of you and leaned back, pressing her hands against her cheeks and practically bouncing. "It's a long trip and I need new clothes, potions, equipment, and a little of this, and a little of that -" The innuendos weren't lost to you. You've been to her pleasure dungeon, or "play room" as she calls it. It's actually quite impressive.

You cut her off, keeping your voice firm and quiet, "Only, if you don't overly drain him and wear him out again, Nemuri... I need him for work." You press, hand on your hip.

As Nemuri opened her mouth, the tiny mouse, bear, dog, thing interrupted.

Nezu's voice raised calling for both women's attention. "Will there be another offer ladies?" He asks, tone dark and sweet with an undertone of impatience. "Midnight?" His black beady eyes stares to Nemuri, then to you. "Mysterious Stranger?"

Overhaul's stood there, looking bored. His hands were tied behind his back, wearing this ridiculous open and mocking birdcage covering his face, he was bound in leather and chains, and only given a loin cloth to cover his groin, but his ass was out.

This whole unfortunate situation was downright humiliating and degrading, damaging his pride. He didn't care which one of those woman wanted him, he wanted a bath, he was hungry, the nights chill made him cold, he's tired and wanted to sleep.

Get on with it. He inwardly groans, hands clenching behind his back.

Despite his irritation and drowsiness, a hint of curiosity was drawn to the mysterious stranger. He didn't know why he should care. And yet... something about your voice sounded familiar? It escaped him. Making him more inwardly frustrated with himself. It sounded soft, seductive, comforting and dare he say angelic?

Overhaul's gaze flickered to matriarch of The Undergrounds Pleasure District, Nemuri Kayama, Midnight. He openly sneered in disgust, turning his nose up, no doubt the woman was filthy as her high paid and lower class whores she governs. Many times his clients and sponsors wanted to meet in one of her pleasure houses, talk, drink their fill, and then go fuck their desired hole for the night. They would offer to pay for his drink or choice of pleasure, but he would refuse.

He didn't care, if the men or woman were checked every month by the best doctors or nurse in the city, Recovery Girl or not, he wasn't going to touch them with a ten foot pole.

He didn't care, if the eight bragged or fought about who gave the best head, had the best pair of tits, ass or pussy in each of that Harlot's establishments. He wasn't going to set foot in any of those back rooms any further than he had to, or participate in the weekly orgies, even if Hari or Pops paid for it, or gave their recommendations for a partner.

No. There was only one woman Kai wanted, but could never have. Despite his lands, titles and wealth; he was still considered lesser born to be with her. The only stunning creature whose beauty, wit and charm had wormed its way into his heart.

The Queen of this country, Y/n L/n. Otherwise, know as Y/n the Fair. Compared to her nitwit and foolish mother, their previous Queen, you had shown promise. Using your power and influence to make this kingdom prosperous, flourish and thought of your people first.

Truly like an angel in this diseased ridden, rat infested, dark, unfair and cruel world. If Kai had to become a villain, forsake his old name, his humanity, his past to become a demon in-order to cure this plague known as quirks, obtain enough power and wealth that his statue wouldn't matter for a change to try and court you.

It was selfish to wish it, I know that. Overhaul blinked as he shook his head as he inwardly sighed. He was pulled back to the present as he heard Nezu's voice grind in his ears.

"With Midnight forfeiting, Overhaul," That sneaky little rodent chuckled darkly. "Or should I say Ex Yakuza Boss. You now belongs to our mysterious stranger." He snickered, grinning wide and unhinged. "Come up and claim your prize my dear."

Overhaul's golden hues narrowed, Nezu knew something he wasn't sharing. It was pissing him off.

"If you are returned back to me Chisaki," Nezu met his burning and intense gaze with his own. "I fear Midnight will become your new Mistress." He let his words hang in the air and added, sounding smug. "So be a good little slave for your First Mistress won't you?"

That comment and detail made Overhaul's jaw clench and grind hard. "Watch it vermin. Those words may comeback to bite you someday pest." He growled, taking a deep breath through his nose as to calm down his temper.

"Prove me wrong, Chisaki and I will owe you money." Nezu sassed back, turning his gaze towards the Mysterious Woman and her cloaked companion. "Seems the old gods and the new have favored you this night, old friend."

Overhaul remained silent, watching as one of the black cloaked figures approached.

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You did it!

A high class caged bird with clipped and broken wings. Your birdy. Your plaything. Yours to use for your own pleasure. Yes, if he won't submit. You will have to bend him and whisper tempting words until he bowed down.

Wither he liked it or not. Your word was law. He was your property and you owned him now, his life was yours, and yours alone.

"Eraser," You chirped happily. "Escort him to the castle, make sure he's fully bathed, feed, fully dressed and waiting for me in my chambers tonight." You had to quickly remask your features and tone as to not overexcite yourself. "Have Giran dig into what happened to the rest of Overhaul's men and the Shie Hassaikai's leader." You lower your tone into a whisper, "Our birdy will want to know." You slipped the royal seal and plenty of gold into his hand, enough to feed a whole nation for months.

Eraser nodded and bowed his head. "As you wish, your majesty." Pocketing the items and headed towards the stage.

You were watching Overhaul from the shadows for a long time. You disapproved of him trying to use a little girl to fuel his goal of curing people of this plague known as quirks. You knew all to well witnessing first hand how deadly and uncontrollable a persons quirk could become, if the wrong person grew too greedy, too prideful, too arrogant and dared to challenge their Queen.

It's what cost your mother her life.

Call yourself hypocritical, you didn't care. Even after everything he's done, you sympathized with his cause and silently supported him from your throne on high, and now, you would snatch your raven in his hour of need.

You knew if that money grubbing leech at the brothel had her way, she'd sell the young man's body every night like a male prostitute, work him day and night, tirelessly until he's broken; diseased and could no longer work, being forced out onto the streets, begging for scarps until he either committed suicide or died in some rat infested back alley.

You had seen too many woman and men being treated as such time and time again. You'd be damned, if you let your birdman suffer any longer. True, your reasoning wasn't anything noble or any better, but at least, you know he would be safer with you than that old hag.

You sighed, watching as Eraser talked with the slave trader, who's eyes widened, filling with greed as he stared at the seal and leather pouch heavily pilled with gold. Your smile, grew into a smug smirk, you were victorious and if anything dared tried to steal him from you or outbid you, well, you will just have to send in Hawks.

Twirling on your heels, waving at Nezu as you went ahead of Eraserhead, lowering your hood on your cloak and made your way back towards the palace. I have to bathe and look presentable for him don't I? You paused as you entered the dark mouth of the alleyway, gaze following your prized birdman was being hauled off the stage, his displeasure, anger and defiant as he dragged by two Nomu's Nezu bought from The League. See you soon Kai, my pretty bird. You smile and giggle to yourself, strolling further and further away, knowing you two will reunite soon enough.

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The young ex-yakuza was both intrigued and confused as to why he was being dragged towards the Queen's Castle?

He expected to be thrown into servitude as some lowly servant or chore boy, but instead Eraser dragged him towards a lavished, grand bathroom. The walls were white, the floor underneath his bare feet were craved out of limestone and marble, it shined in the candle light; the room smelled clean with lavished soaps and scented oils, it calmed down his nerves to an extent, but still kept his guard up as Kai turned meeting the man's tired charcoals. "Why bring me such lavished liberties and luxuries?" Narrowing his eyes, growing more suspicious and perplexed. What was he planning? There's no way Eraserhead saved him from the goodness of his heart.

Eraser sighed, rubbing his eyes and clicked his tongue. "I see that paranoia wasn't for show, Chisaki." Lowering his hand, making a twirling motion with his finger. "Now, turn around so I can get that caged muzzle and leather n' chains off of you and you can bath before eating dinner."

Kai's hand twitched behind his back, then clenched as his jaw did. Doing as he's told as he's reminded that with the quirk restraining collar around his neck, he's quirkless.

Eraser moved slowly towards Chisaki, studying him for any sign of running or attacking him. "Before you get any idea's on fighting me and escaping I don't have the key." He explains, proceeding to unbuckle the straps and chains. "Your new Mistress has the only key to your collar." He gave Hawks the key, flew back ahead of them and gave it to you. "Fight and disobey her and I'll make sure your life will be a living hell compared to what Midnight or Nezu would have done to you, understand?"

"Yes." Kai huffed, taking a deep breath to calm himself as he inwardly shuddered to remain still, phantom itches crawling against his skin.

Silent filled the room apart from the rattling of the chains and leather as the pair of stoic and rational men remained silent.

"There, I'll be outside." Eraser need back, holding Chisaki's bonds in his hand. "The maids already placed clothes and everything you need in the basket by the bath tube." He turned and began walking towards the bathroom door, pauses at the threshold, peaking over his shoulder. "Dinner will be in an hour. Don't make her wait, Chisaki. Our Mistress is many things, forgiving, generous, but unforgiving to anyone who crosses her."

Kai's body tensed. "I maybe an ex yakuza. I'm not a complete mongrel, Erasure." He bit out calmly, hint of ice in tone. "I still honor some of my houses traditions, mannerisms and chivalry, even if, Pops and I disagreed and clashed often."

Eraser knew it was childish, he couldn't help it. He still couldn't believe that you, his Mistress still wanted this Villain, this Monster of a man. Kai Chisaki should be grateful for your generosity, your mercy. He should be begging, kneeling at your feet like the worthless dog that he is.

Something in him snapped, "If you had kept your ungodly experiments and quirk away from that child, a young girl," He pressed, knowing the son of a bitch didn't regret his actions one bit. "Your own sire's granddaughter, then you wouldn't be here, Chisaki."

Eri? How had they known? Then again, he imagined word of his experiments, his groups disbanding, his capture and what The League had done to him had spread to even The Castle's staff, even you, The Queen. No doubt from her Master of Whispers, Giran. Kai inwardly scoffed.

Kai glanced over his shoulder. "Everyone should be grateful for my efforts in formulating a cure to return humanity back to normacy before quirks became a plague, a disease, spreading and infecting the world." He hissed, tearing off his loin cloth and storming towards the large in door bath. "Quirks will continue to grow powerful with each new generation." He explained, stopped at the edge of the bath, the scent of lemons and roses hitting his nose and filling his lungs. Who knew his favorite scents?

Kai shook his head as he continued, "I'm the only one willing to get my hands dirty. To do what needed to be done unlike those old, cowardly, senile fools."

Eraser grit his teeth, muttering underneath his breath. "Can't believe she's chosen a monster like you." Without another word, he closed the door.

Kai huffed, stepping into the water as the warmth soaked into his acing, dirty and tired body. He closed his eyes and sighed in content. Reopening his eyes and began bathing himself, scrubbing his body and hair clean, washing the smell of that big white rat and his workers filthy touches and those Chimeras or Nomu's The League created. Those creations both fascinated him and gave him the creeps, knowing The Legendary Demon Lord and his mad Doctor were creating them deep in the heart of The Underworld.

Kai was too busy growing his influence, trying to distribute his cure, raise more funding and juggling his responsibilities as his adoptive father's heir to feed his curiosity on The Nomus'. When those UA Hero Guild members busted down his door!

Lemillion and Deku destroyed the last two years of his research and resources, what he hadn't ordered stashed away was burned during the explosion in his laboratory; not to mention when Dabi set his castle and everything ablaze during his capture.

Kai's scar on the side of his forehead twitched and throbbing, his anger and frustration seething as his grip tightened on the side of the marble and hand carved tub. The marble digging into his hand before he let go with a frustrated growl, held his breath to dunk himself underneath the water, resurfacing and standing. Thousands of water droplets, falling down his body as he reached for a towel soft, fluffy purple towel to pat himself dry as he exited the bath.

Feeling refreshed, clean and somewhat calmer, Kai stalked slowly towards the basket Eraser mentioned. He blinked, eyes widened in surprise as he found a pair of his favorite black linen shirts, breeches, leather boots, face masks and white gloves. Now, he felt a hint of nerves crawling and twisting against his belly.

His heart thudded hard in his chest. It... it couldn't have been you, could it? Who had saved him? He told himself not to get too excited. What would you want with him? A criminal. Well, Ex-Criminal.

He had nothing to offer you. No lands, no money, no gifts, only himself. Kai swallowed thickly as his mouth grew dry, he'd near the whispers and rumors of your sexual and carnal appetite in your chambers. Releasing a shaky breath as he shivered, cheeks heating before he inhaled a deep breath, held it and exhaled, straightening his shoulders.

If the old gods and new were truly merciful as Nezu whispered into his ear about being bought and sold into your service, Kai needed to hold his head high. Nothing has changed.

His life's debt has been exchanged from Pop's to yours.

Yes, you were closer within his reach now, but you were royalty, a member of the nobility, one of the Gods most precious gifts to have been born into this cursed and cruel hearted world.

Kai dried himself, dressed, used the lotions, cologne, hair and tooth brush he'd been given, waiting for him on the bathroom counter.

His adoptive father's words rang in his head, A debt must always be repaid, Kai.

Hooking the cloth mask over his face as he frowned. He'll never see the old man again. That thought made his chest ache as his gloved hand gripped the counter. "Pops." He whispered his name, peaking at himself in the mirror. Same face, same sharp golden eyes, same image he saw everyday.

A knock on the door made his gaze flicker towards the door's mirrors image as Erasers voice called. "Chisaki, it's time."

Kai sighed and replied, raising his voice. "Yes."

"Good," he huffed, opening the bathroom door. "She's waiting."

Rechecking his appearance one last time, the ex yakuza twirled on his boot heels and headed towards Eraser as he led the way. Maids waiting outside, sneaking glances at him, whispering, gossiping and giggling, Kai paid them no mind. He was used to people staring at him.

Eraser clicked his tongue. "Quiet gawking and get back to work ladies." He glared at the woman who nodded their heads hurriedly, apologized and ended the bathroom.

Kai felt his lips curl upward underneath his mask in amusement. And they called me a tight ass in The Shie Hassaikai.

A blonde haired, red winged man approached in the opposite direction, hands shoved into his pockets and grinning from ear to ear, then widened as he came closer towards Eraser and Kai.

"Well, well," The man's playful, honey'd orbs studied the ex yakuza from head to toe, whistling. "Looks like the one winged caged bird cleans up nicely."

Hawks. The Queen's assassin and last line of defense should her other loyal guards and soldiers fall.

Whispers say he's Icurus reborn, or the child from The Greek God, Eros, a Demi God.

Kai narrows his eyes at Hawks.

The black haired head guard stopped, resulting in Kai stopping a few paces behind him. "Why are you still out this late Hawks?" Eraser asked.

Hawks' gaze shifted from Kai's to Erasers. "Nothin' much just returning from runnin' an errand from our beloved Queen." He didn't miss how the Ex-Criminals hands twitched or his gaze turned more frosty and chilling.

Eraser waver him away, proceeding forward. "Yes, yes, good night Hawks."

Hawks could help it. Couldn't keep his mouth shut as The once proud and arrogant, untouchable and powerful Overhaul passed him. "Be sure to be a good littl' pet for our Lady ya hear Overhaul." He snickered, saying his Villain name as if it was a joke.

Kai tensed, muscles straining against his shirt, hands white knuckled at his sides and his jaw clenched. Ignore him. Ignore him. He isn't worth it. He kept repeating to himself as he followed behind Eraser. That red feathered chicken isn't worth it.

Hawks chuckled, raising his hands, interlocking his fingers behind his head, chirping and yapping, "Whoops. Did I strike a nerve little birdy? Sorry. Sorry." His fake apologetic smile turned smug. "Hundreds of men would be crawling on their hands and knees naked to be where you are." He kept going. "Make 'er happy littl' raven."

Eraser twirled on his heels, grabbed his binding cloth as his quirk activated, charcoal eyes flickering blood red and his long hair rising. "That's enough Hawks! Get the fuck back to your post and watch your disrespectful mouth before I scrub your fowl mouth with soap myself."

Kai's ears were practically fuming in anger. He didn't give a flying fuck what the stalking, strutting, diseased red winged rat had to say about him, but disrespecting their Queen right in front of him? He won't stand for it.

It wasn't the first time, Kai had beaten the every loving daylight out of some leering, perverted, son of a bitch who dared make lewd and unsavory comments about you. He's heard worse in The Underground, Brothels or petty, lowlife scumbags mouths.

He was close to snapping had Eraser not stepped in. He supposed that earned him some respect in his book towards the older man.

"I'm just wishing the newbie some luck." Hawks shrugged, waved and walked away.

Kai calmed down as Hawks grew further and further away. Good riddance. He inwardly snorted and huffed.

Eraser stopped in front of the dinning hall, knocking. "Chisaki has arrived, my Lady."

"Thank you, Eraser." Your voice answered behind the grand door. "Enter."

Kai felt his heartbeat quicken and thunder in his ears. He felt the tips of his ears grow red before he inward shook himself and reschooled his features, watching Eraser open the door to a brightly lit dining room.

--- End of Part 1 -----

Part 2: The Queen's One Winged Bird

Part 3: Coming Soon!

Here's the full fanart by @spectra-phantasma

Seriously, full credit goes to them! Again, thank you so much for the Overhaul/Kai Chisaki love! I love this fanart sooo much! Go check it out! Worth it! 100%! Lookie, lookie!

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[acoraf]

A Court of Thorns and Roses.

Page 140:

*SPOILERS for the end of the book and later books*

Alis, explaining how aging works:

"Ah, some age like you and can breed as often as rabbits, but there are kinds - like me, like the High Fae - who are rarely able to produce younglings. The ones who are born age quite a bit slower....

...And the eldest won't even reach adulthood until he's seventy-five.."

Thank you, Sarah, for this little piece of world building. Now excuse me while i go throw it in the rubbish, since it seems that's what you did, when you realized this wouldn't make sense later. Cause that would mean Tamlin and Rhysand was more or less fighting over a 5-year-old.

Or when you were making a very heartfelt story of Rhys' mother, doing everything to postpone her bleeding for as long as possible, and started when she was 18? Which again would make her get her first at around 5 years of age. Morri is the same, tho she was 17..

Not to mention Rhys' father getting a matingbond with a CHILD if what Alis said was canon - which it of course isn't, cause our dear Sarah retconned it before the book was even over, don't worry 🙃

Please, I beg all future writers... Write your lore down, and figure it out before you start writing.. I feel like figuring out how aging works for immortals would be the bare minimum, lol.

K, thx babes🌹🐦‍⬛

[the-kr8tor]

I had a 7 hour nap and whoa where am I..anyways.

Daily Hobie HC! If you think about it, Hobie's been through a lot. From his father leaving, to his mother dying from alcoholism to leave him and his many siblings to raise themselves. And then also being bitten by a radioactive spider that literally crawled out of a waste dump and bit him. With no proper support, he must've been terrified upon being bitten, probably thinking that this was the end for his life. Even before he was bit, he must've been bullied to an inch of this life, not because of poverty, but also because of the possible racism in his universe. I feel like he struggles with abandonment issues in all honesty. Even if you and him are lovers, and he trusts you wholeheartedly, there would always be his inner child while a sense of fear that you'll leave him. Before, early on, he'd hide the bad parts from you, not even allowing you to see his tattoo in fear you may leave him for someone you deemed better. Someone with less struggles, less worries, someone more of your 'hero' than him. For this, let's say his lotus flower tattoo is at the back of his shoulder. At first, before you knew about his past and bad experiences, he would never want you to stand behind him when he was shirtless, conjuring up the excuse of his spidey-senses tingling and mistaking you for some villain. When in reality, you always made his senses tingle differently. He just didn't want you to see what he had been through in fear you would see him differently. Early on, he would appear to you when he was okay. When he could handle the burdens on his shoulder. However, when it all came crashing down, you were the last person he would want to ever know about it. Of course, he wouldn't just leave you wondering. He'd still speak to you, one way or another, before isolating himself somewhere to feel himself break under the pressure. He saw you as a flower. You had your own struggles, your own grief, your own worries. And Hobie would say to himself that he didn't want to burden you, so he simply just bottled it up. Even when he bottled his feelings up, he would never lash out at you, instead just listening to your side of the story whenever you guys would argue, and let the mood of the room simmer down a little before talking. Instead, his bottled feelings came out in waves when he couldn't take it anymore, drowning. Until one day, your warmth cracked a wall leading to his thoughts. Anyways I baked cake last night and I thought you may wanted a slice, so here!🍰 - 🐦‍⬛

7 HOURS?! I'm so jealous rn

WOOHOO DAILY HOBIE HC 🎉‼️

W-wait H-hold on

YOU WERE NOT KIDDING AT HOW ANGSTY THIS IS! OFF TO JAIL FOR YOU! For *checks watch* 5 mins!

The comic art of him getting bit made my heartache for him fr like he's in pure agony there 😭😭😭

Him hiding his feelings 😭😭😭😭😭 BRUHH 😭😭😭😭

*with tears in my eyes* t-thank you for the cake 🥲

[bajablast666]

🐦‍⬛ ?

Thank you so much!

I still really like this scene with Kelrath and Kaethan first having a conversation because it's pleasant enough but there's something off, almost unsettling about it(at least, I hope that's the vibes it's giving off lol)

“No songs today?” the man asked him idly. Kaethan glanced at the man. He was a drow, his skin gray like stone, hair the color of steel. He would have been simply dressed if not for the golden embroidery at the collar and sleeves of his black and red surcoat. It was intricate work, expensive, rows of thin golden stars sewn into the shoulders with metallic thread. “Sorry, no,” Kaethan said, tearing his gaze away from the man’s clothing. “My father says there aren’t enough customers tonight for that.” “Shame,” the drow said, taking a sip of his wine, watching Kaethan from the corner of his eye. “Are you a paladin?” Kaethan decided to ask. Usually temples were the only type to order such expensive embroidery work, aside from nobles. Kaethan’s mother had always fought hard to get temple commissions; Temples, unlike nobles, rarely needed just one piece at a time. The man set his goblet down on the table, inclined his head to one side. “Why do you ask?” he asked Kaethan. It was more than just the clothing, the man’s sword belt hung across the back of his chair; the longsword was massive, the scabbard and hilt just as ornate as the embroidery, but the sword and it’s sheath showed wear, the signs of frequent use. Kaethan shrugged, hugging the empty serving tray close to his chest. “Just curious is all,” he said. The man glanced at the table where the Fists that had harassed him sat and then where Kaethan’s father stood barking orders at Taryn. His gaze trailed back to Kaethan. “Are you in need of a paladin, boy?” The man asked. The drow’s eyes were red as rubies, set deep in black sclera, and they stared at him now, unwavering. There was real intent there in his voice. A rush of words spilled from Kaethan. “N-No, no I don’t, I’m fine, honest.” The man watched him quietly for a moment more and then took another sip of wine. “You just look like a paladin,” Kaethan said. A smile worked it’s way across the man’s face as though he found that amusing and it didn’t reach his eyes. “Do I?” he asked. The drow was handsome, high cheekbones cutting through the sharp planes of his face. And he looked like the sort of man you’d expect to wield a sword like that, thick arms, wide shoulders. “It’s supposed to cool down tomorrow and it’s a weekend, so I’ll probably perform.” Kaethan said. “If you really wanted to hear me sing, you should come by again then.” Another smile and the man looked directly into Kaethan’s eyes. “Maybe I will.”

the full fic is here if anyone is interested btw: [x]