#I really liked the chickadees (I think that’s what they are? off the top of my head) and the dancing rose in this one

[e77y]

[sweet-honey-tears]

🪶Nice to Meet You☕️

Hawks x GN!Reader - FLUFF

How did you and Hawks meet?

PLEASE READ: Story does talk about how the five sense (touch,taste,sight,smell, hearing) can be over stimulating. I by no means mean to offend or anger anybody if I inaccurately represent this. I’m not to well informed of this subject so I’m always open to learning more if anyone wants to reach out🤍

Sasha is not a actual character FWI- don’t wanna confuse anyone

Readers Quirk: Sensory- Subjects five sense (touch,taste,sight,smell, hearing) are enhanced. One’s sense are always slightly enhanced, but subject can choose which one. In moments of intense stress, all sense could possibly be at peak performance due to the flight or fight response within the human body.

Warning: Swearing, Slightly subjective themes but only in one line.

He met you at one of those 24 coffee shops. This one was a smaller business one though, with only a few people working at a time.

Working at 3 am did wonders for your mind, so you honestly didn’t even think anything of it when a man dressed in a black hoodie(hood up) with a pair of red wings walked in. His fingers made quick work to pull his hood down and comb through blonde hair. A medical mask on.

“Hi welcome to CaffineLine, what can I get for you tonight.” You had smiled sweetly, your voice light. When your iris caught golden ones, you hummed quietly to yourself. You couldn’t deny it, the man was rather handsome. With tan skin and warm honey hair. But this job has taught you a lot about people. Looks be damned, people can be awful and you’re not about to be creepily-flirted with or threatened.

The man chuckled a bit at your sleepy welcome. “Late night, huh?” He questioned.

“You have no idea.” You smiled, palms pressing into the counter. So far so good, seems like another friendly customer. “But hey, I get discounted coffee so it helps.” You smiled, pushing off slightly.

“Oh? Do you have a favorite you’d recommend?” The man smiled, giving you a rather handsome grin. ( he found it funny, you still had not recognized him. I mean the store even had a drink named after him- after a couple of popular heroes)

You hummed lowly, thinking over certain options. “I the Chickadee”

“The Chickadee? What’s in that?”

“Oh, it’s like a spring drink.” You say before continuing after a pause. “Which tells you nothing about it.” You laugh lightly, putting a hand on your forehead.

“No no, it’s fine. It’s late, I'm not blaming you- I can barely remember where I parked right now.” A joke, considering his wings but it seemed to go over your head.

“ So it's kinda like a chocolate, coconut, caramel iced coffee with added whip cream if you want.”

“Sounds good I’ll take that”

“Alrighty! Can I have a name for the cup- ah I don’t need that.” You laughed a bit, realizing it was only him. No one would accidentally grab his drink.

“No, it’s fine, my name is Hawks.”

“Alrighty” you scribbled his name on the cup.

Hawks watched you dance around, getting his drink ready. “If you don’t mind me asking, where’d the name come from?”

“Ah well, I actually came up with the name Chickadee.” You beamed over your shoulder. “I thought it sounded really cute and the drink is popular around little kids since it tastes like a Girl Scout cookie.” He watched you top it with whip cream and caramel. “And because it’s bird related, kids relate it to the pro hero Hawks- and can be persuaded to get this one instead of that one.” You gestured your head to the hero list of drinks. The ‘HAWKS’ one in bright red lettering.

“Why persuade them?”

“It has Red Bull in it, so I try to steer really little kids to our Chickadee. Less trouble on the parents” You joked cheerfully, handing him his drink. In that split transaction, he watched it click. The way your eyes so slightly widened, as you took in his face and wings. Your mouth opens slightly, before turning upwards into that smile you had when he first walked in. “The wings really should have given it away, huh”

“They usually do, but I appreciate the normal interaction.”

“Well, I try.” You smiled, hands back on the counter. “That’ll be 3.46.”

Hawks smiled a real bright one. No special treatment. He handed you a ten and stuffed a twenty in the tip jar.

“See you around Chickadee,” he said, lifting his drink as a goodbye salute before taking a sip. “Wow, that is good.” He whispered leaving.

->-----////-----<-

“Hey there Chickadee”

“Hi, there Big Bird”

Hawks paused for a moment before snorting, “Big Bird?”

You shrugged and smiled at him, “Seems fitting but I don’t think it’ll stick” you teased.

“Hm, maybe not.” He hummed, walking up to the counter. He was in a black leather jacket, his medical mask hanging off his ear.

“How was patrol?” You asked, moving around the small kitchen to warm up a sandwich.

“I mean I talked with the angriest kid alive”

“I saw that.” You gestured to the TV in the corner. “ A little gremlin isn't he?” you joked. It’s caused Hawks to chuckle slight. You Put both a warm sandwich and a steaming drink in front of him.

“New?”

“Yeah, steamed milk with cinnamon and cardamom. The owner's son came up with it. The sweetest little boy I’ve ever met.” You smiled.

Hawk's face flushed slightly at the sweet look on your face.

“Sounds great.”

->-----////-----<-

“Hey Chickadee, are your socks on inside out,” Hawks questioned. He was sitting across from you behind the counter. His feathers moved around, maneuvering to help you pick-up. Since you refused to have him actually help you- but that doesn’t stop his feathers.

You paused, the rag in your hand stilled as you looked down at your feet. Your work shoes were stained with coffee and whatever else.

“Yeah, they are. My quirk is Sensory.” You turn to him, giving a sad smile “It means my five senses are enhanced and it’s sometimes-.” He watches that smile drop slightly, your eyes back on your feet. He can see you wiggle your toes, and the cringe on your face. “-can be overstimulating,” There was a moment of silence, Hawks searching for the right words to say. “But, I mean I can have super smell and sight, so that’s cool. But on days like this, I just go with touch or taste. It’s easier than overwhelming coffee, or ringing from doors.” You rocked back and forth on your heels before you picked the rag back up.

->-----////-----<-

“Ack!” Your ice drink fell on the counter, the bright colors spilling over. The dried fruits and berries made a rather artistic mess over the space. Your hands covered your mouth as you ducked your head, shaking it back a forth. Tears welled in your eyes. Hawks, who had been on the other side of the counter moving the chair back into place, hopped over instantly. Sensing there was no coffee burn- I mean your drink had ice in it. His wing propelled him over, almost wrapping around you.

“Chickadee, are you okay?” His tone was filled with worry, golden iris scanning you.

->-----/After/-----<-

“So you had a sensory overload with your taste?”

“Y-yeah. And it was one of our newer drinks too.” You chuckled lightly. The sour taste and acid feeling still lingered heavily on your tongue. “It can sometimes be a hard to control what sense is getting a little boost.” You smiled slightly, almost soundly. “When I was younger, I even had quirk canceling stuff.” You laughed a bit.

->-----////-----<-

“Breaking news, CaffineLine is currently being held-”

->-----////-----<-

Your heart was in your throat as one of the men laid waste to a table. Your eyes watered from the intense heat coming from the melting metals and wood. These men weren’t known villains, not like the league, but that didn’t stop them from being dangerous.

“Where the fuck is he!” The same man yelled, you watched his bright orange iris glow as his palms started to turn red.

“Well, no one will be able to hear him if you keep destroying shit, Carter!” The other man yelled. You could feel the floor almost move like someone caused a ripple in the water. Your breath caught in your throat, and the vibration shot up your hands and arms, through your bones.

Your lungs contracted as you pushed your body closer to the counter you were behind. They were looking for someone. They didn’t want the money in the register or tip jar. They wanted ‘him’

“Are you even sure he’s even coming?”

“Yeah, he’s been spotted here over the last year.” You stared at your hands, the feeling of the cold tile grounding you. Your chest rose and fell in a quick motion. Too much! Too much was happening! They saw him come here all those times. They saw Hawks here- they want Hawks!

Every sense you had seemed to be shaking, grabbing onto anything it could. Your vision seemed to quake from the intensity of zoning in and out, seeing each line in your fingers and nails. The cold tiles worked through skin and bone, and every piece of clothing you wore made you want to scream at the feeling. The smell of coffee beans became an acidic poison making your eyes water. Then the sound, every scared heartbeat, and breath, every whimper from a child and hush from an adult. Then the light sound of wings.

“Ya know, you’ll have to pay for everything you touch.”

The calm voice caused your shoulders to slump, and your breath to be still. You shuffled to the edge of the counter, the scratch of clothes becoming almost painful but you needed to see him. You peered over to see him. Red wings splayed out and a cocky smile upon his lip. But you could see the tension in his shoulders, almost hearing the sound of tensing muscles. Sunny eyes scanned the room, likely taking in the civilians present. Till they landed on you, they stayed, lingering. Hawks watched the shaky-ness your eyes held. How your pupils dilated. His eyes flickered back to the man in front of him.

“You finally arrived!” The man with orange eyes yelled. His hand trailed another table, and a bit of fire spewed in chaotic lines. “Now we can have real fun!” The sound and smell of burning caused you to cringe back.

“Geeze, I already have one fire gremlin to deal with.” He heard you snort as he used your line, “I swear, it’s like I attract the hot ones.” Hawks quipped. His voice was flirtatious as he winked at the man. The sound of your laughter caused his shoulders to drop, and his muscles to loosen. It causes your sense to dull a bit, the tones of his voice bringing you a bit from your cliff. But it also caused anger. Your happy laugh caught the attention of the other man.

“You think this is funny, huh?” He questioned, walking towards you. His voice was calm. Like he was talking to a scared animal.

“Hey now, let's leave them out of this-“

“Would you shut it!” The fire spread through the tables, trailing to the ground near your fellow civilians. Hawks lunged in the direction, his wings giving a strong flap to put it out. to his surprise the fire did go out.

“I see” the man approaching spoke. “You must be the one he keeps coming to see every night” The ground under you rumbled and growled. Your body almost became limp from the intensity of the vibration. Your eyes caught on to flashing red wings, watching them sling sharp red daggers at the other man. You clawed at the tile floor to try and drag yourself away, but couldn’t.

You felt a tug on your shirt collar, being hoisted up to the man's chest and held there. His hand rested on your chest. “You poor thing,” he cooed in your ear. The sound sent a cry from your lips that caught Hawks's attention, an unconscious man now hung from his hand. His feather shot up, dancing in the air in his head-

“I wouldn’t or I’ll liquidate their organs and you wouldn’t want that, would you?” Hawks stilled, his eyes scanning around again before landing on possibly you. His feathers sweep back into his wings. “Yeah, that’s what I thought. They're cute, huh? I can see why you kept coming here.” The man jarred, sending a light vibration through your body. But your quirk, the stress, and the fear caused it to amplify. It was like someone shook you with every ounce of strength they had- trying to pull a sound from a broken maraca. You cried out, gasping for air as tears trailed down your cheeks. The action causes the man holding you to tighten his grip. “Fuck they’re loud. Though-.” You watched his face morph into a smirk through tear-laced eyelashes “is that why you like them?”

Hawk's face tightened at the comment, but his eyes gazed past the man’s shoulder.

“You know, if you want their number, you should just ask.” A woman’s voice spoke from behind. The man gazed back. But you sensed something coming, the feeling of the atmosphere changed ever so slightly. “It’s impolite to just grab.”

At that moment you felt it. You felt every muscle in the man’s body shakes with such intensity you wondered if he used his quirk on himself. You heard his heart start racing. You saw the airy vines of purple loop themselves around your hands and arms, avoiding your skin and clothes with precise care.

“Yeah…what she said.” Hawks quietly spoke as he rather quickly walked to you. He carefully prided you away from the man, pushing you to his side a little too closely to be some random civilian. His Carmen wings wrapped around you, as almost a slight shield.

->-----////-----<-

Your body shook, and ripples of shivers seemed to cascade down your limbs. Your fingers pulled tight on the blanket around your shoulders, your back leaned against the ambulance. The EMTS had already given you the go-ahead to leave if you preferred but didn’t push. Other shaken civilians need to be checked. Some had burns from the intense heat of the melted table.

“How are you, Chickadee?” Hawks stood in front of you, his hands shoved deep into his pockets. His cherry eyes glided over your hunched form, watching you ever so slightly loosen your grip on the blanket.

“Shaken, but I’m okay. Are you alright?”

“Hm?”

“Are you okay? I saw you fighting the other guy. Are you okay?”

“Heh, I’m an okay kid. Worry about yourself right now, okay?” Hawks spoke with a smile yet his eyes scanned the world around you.

It was a bit chaotic, at least to your standards. Cop cars and ambulances were only a touch away. People were getting interviewed and questioned, some by cops, others by the media. You could see flashes from the cameras in the distance, the photos likely going to reach the news for the pure fact Hawks arrived on the scene. The bright lights seemed too intense, almost unnecessary. Why take photos like this? When people felt vulnerable? It seemed cruel.

“Hey Chickadee,” your eyes shot back to Hawks, his slight movement forward catching you off guard. His voice also seemed different, a little quieter and deeper.

“Yes?” You scooted yourself forward a bit, ensuring the conversation would stay between just the two of you.

“Listen, you can say no and nothing will change, okay?”

“Okay” Your chest seemed to tighten, like a weight laid on it almost. But you hoped, almost praying he would ask you what you hoped.

“Would you like to get lunch sometime? “

“Yes.” Your answer came out faster than you wanted, but your voice was still very soft as an after-effect. In theory, your voice would have come out a lot louder, more chipper. Your cheeks heated up at your eagerness and Hawks laughed. The smile stretched his face at your reaction.

->-----////-----<-

Extra Part of the story: a bit angsty

“You finally ask them?”

“When did you get so interested in my love life?” Keigo joked. He wanted a second for the other hero to catch up.

“When you started looking happier. And acting like a teenage boy.” Keigo glanced at her, taking in Sasha’s appearance. He knew she was being serious, but trying to give him an out in the case.

“Yeah…”

“I won’t tell them, Hawks. I know the commission doesn’t want you dating” Hawks didn’t respond. “But you also know the Wings isn't legal,” She chuckled lightly, causing Hawks to smile a bit.

“How are they by the way?”

“They're good, pains died down a bit.”

“That’s good to hear, I wouldn’t mind flying with them again. If they can keep up that is.” Hawks felt a playful shove to his arm, responding by slapping her with his wings.

Sasha shook her head, smiling before both his and her phones went off. Pictures already appeared of the incident that had just happened.

Hawks Come to The Rescue!

Hawks Appears-

Hawks Saves-

Hawks-

Hero Hawks and Shiver-

A photo of the area showed you in the background. You appeared hunched, the camera lights getting outlines of your face. It was a small thing, something most people wouldn’t even notice. But both Keigo and Sasha did.

“I won’t tell them, Hawks,” Sasha spoke more sternly, her fingers clutching her phone, her thumb swiping up to exit the article. Hawks caught a glimpse of her Home Screen. A younger Sasha and Wings hanging on each other. It was before they broke Wings’ wings. “They don’t deserve it.”

“Neither did Wings.”

“Yeah… neither did Wings.”

[wuzhere75]

Another entry for the current Realm of Serpents event.

Summary: Behemoth and Chickadee arrive in Evenstar. Behemoth gets enlisted into the town guard while Chickadee familiarizes themselves with the Rangers of the Old Wood. Featuring some other player’s (Saturn-Halo and Whiteout) PCs in some cameo appearances

CW: nothing really (swearing I guess)

Evenstar, while very wintery, was not a wonderland. If there was magic to the town, some sort of dark enchantment had fallen over it. Winter in particular carried a dark magic for Behemoth. While she preferred the cold over the heat, it still reminded her a little too much of her childhood.

There was fresh snow on the top, but there was stiffer stuff deeper down. Next to her crunched Molasses and Chickadee. She had met that strange, miniature dragon on the road to Moonville and they had been travelling together since. After what he had told her, Behemoth was beginning to wonder if it was a mistake coming to Evenstar. His little face had grown grimmer as they made their way closer to town.

“I-I was not anticipating it would be this bad.” There was a closed shop that looked like it had been ransacked.

The road into town had been flanked by the signs of skirmishes; snapped off branches and footprints that trailed off into the snow. In the trees were strewn with what looked like necklaces of candlestone beads. Near the entrance, there was a large splash of blood in a snowbank. Behemoth had tasted it and confirmed its identity; Goldenhorn Deer. What could take down a Goldenhorn Deer? they had pondered together.

Aside from me, of course. They had a light laugh about it, but it failed to ease the tension.

The pair approached town hall. Behemoth thought the building looked like it had been dropped in right out of Meros. There was quite the crowd of both locals and non-locals gathered, with a bi-colored Darkling hybrid in the middle surrounded by guards. Some stood close around the Diurnal; others handed out supplies.

The pair pushed through the crowd, Chickadee barking orders for people to get out of the way and Behemoth’s presence alone making them move until they were in front of Cimmerian.

“Ah, Prof. Razorsight! It’s good to make your acquaintance! You’re finally here with…” Cimmerian gazed up at Behemoth’s immensity.

“Behemoth” she rumbled. “I am a traveling merchant here to make some deliveries. If there is another way I can make myself useful, I would love to know.”

Cimmerian seemed quite mystified at Behemoth’s presence. “Yes… I think I remember you from a few years back. You would be very useful.”

“Diurnal, I hope you are not speaking of my singing ability.” Behemoth slyly smiled. Chickadee, even from Behemoth’s height, was visibly embarrassed. “Ok fine, I know you speak of my cooking skills.”

Cimmerian gave an awkward, slightly pittable smile. “Well, we do have some chef’s in town that would appreciate some help-”

“I understand my size is notable, but to have you know, I am useful in more ways than that.”

Cimmerian politely nodded. Chickadee had been trying to speak with zem. “Professor, while I would love to speak more with you right now, my wings are somewhat tied.” Ze gestured to the crowd of hungry mouths. “For now, you can join some of my house's guards with the rangers in Webfoot. That’s where most of the search effort f-for those missing is happening. Behemoth…we unfortunately do not have any buildings that can fit you.”

“Tis’ alright. I can count the number of times I have done that on my talons.”

“There’s a couple of options for you. While sticking with your friend is always an option-”

“-I don’t imagine that the rangers will appreciate me crashing through the forest?”

“Yes, however, I believe General Andro would appreciate your large figure in discouraging the… creatures of the night from entering our town. And, Chickadee, I imagine your… uh…”

“Borg” Chickadee said “He belongs to my daughter’s family. His name is Molasses.”

“What a cutie. I am sure he will be useful for many things.”

Chickadee signed. “I’m sure he could.”

“May I introduce you to General Andro.” Cimmerian said grandly. “General, some more help has arrived. This is Prof. Razorsight, the expert investigator from Dutoria, and Behemoth, who is here to help you.”

“Pleased to have your help.”

The four of them chatted for a bit before Cimmerian and Chickadee broke off, starting to make their way down the road. Now alone together, Behemoth regarded the scarred Darkling. He seemed weary, focusing on something in the distance. Behemoth turned to see what he was looking at.

A little ways along the perimeter of the town, a small group of townspeople were crowded around a hastily built wall. They dragged logs or brought rope as a muscular, twin-tailed Shade, who yanked the logs fast against the wall.

“Wall builders” Andro sneered. “It’s like they have forgotten dragons, even when rabid, can fly.” He looked around to make sure Cimmerian was out of earshot. “I wish ze would direct them a little firmer. They’re wasting their own damn resources.”

“Well, General,” Behemoth smirked, “I will be your wall.”

The General gave a pained smile. “How corny. You mentioned you have combat experience?”

A momentary chill danced up Behemoth’s spine before she shook it off. “Trained by the finest of Merosian navy-dragons. Blood of a few pirates and dragonslayers has run down my chin. I hope your nation's citizens don’t join them.”

“Good. You will be stationed on the north-east east side of town. Just a short walk from here. On the way out to that separatists camp.”

“The separatists?”

“Yeah. Group of townsfolk who disagreed with Cimmerian's leadership and wanted some of their own space. They are led by the town's alchemists.”

Those must be some of the people who put in the orders. “Calico and Roland?”

“I think Cimmerian said that was their names?”

“Well, the two of them contracted me to deliver some goods a few weeks ago, but I guess they did not anticipate our current predicament.”

“You can always drop them off tomorrow. I’m sure they would appreciate whatever supplies they can get their hands on, though my soldiers would, to.”

“Seems like everyone needs my supplies ‘round here.” It was only now that Behemoth became distinctly aware her crates, mostly laden with supplies, were still strapped to her. Despite their runic lightness, they carried a certain burden with them. She wondered how long the supplies in them would last. Her size crossed her mind. How many resources would she eat through alone? What if she went rabid?

The sun was now perfectly balancing on the horizon. “Well, hold firm. I know bringing a dragon as potentially destructive as you is a risk, but we need as much help as we can get.

Behemoth watched Chickadee with a small group of guards go off into the darkening woods. He gave her one last wave as she began her shift.

At night, the snow pulsed with even more accursed, icy magic. Behemoth typically tolerated and even preferred the cold. But there was something deeply wrong about the chill that had settled over Evenstar. It was subtle, but creeping. It was cold like the sound of a forest that had gone silent. The cold of an unlit cave. The cold of the blackness that stretched between the stars.

Behemoth bet it was cold up on the moons.

Behemoth gazed at the sky. A fog had settled over the town, but the moons still shone bright above. They weren't exactly “red”. Moreso the color of the raw marrow of a freshly cracked open bone, the few stars in the sky little slivers of said bone.

Behemoth was snapped back to reality by the sound of the other guards chatting around her. At some point in the night, a small group started a campfire near her.

“Hey-uh… big dragon! Do you want to join us?” A Darkling in a metal helmet addressed her. “We have some snacks.”

“Oooooh really” as always the Darklings seemed unnerved by the use of her telepathy. “Well I have even more. Names Behemoth by the way.”

She crawled over to their small encampment. All of the guards but one seemed to be plain Darklings. The one seemed to be a green Fireworm dressed in a black fur coat; likely a hybrid.

“What you got?”

“Well,” Behemoth checked over her crates. She had made a stop in High Heart before she had gotten contracted by those alchemists while she was visiting family in Pars Solis. “I got some candied flowers, some fried grand dorata, a whole bunch of potato chips…”

Behemoth passed around the snacks, staying wary of handing out everything immediately. In return, she got a few dried mushrooms and some maple-sweetened pine nuts. It was excellent.

As they ate, they shared stories. It turned out the helmeted dragon, Raven, was the father of the hybrid Stalagmite. An older guard had volunteered in the Padwellan Rebellion. Another had lost their entire family to the Voidmother’s call. As a child, one had encountered a snake in an Elder Drake ruin that was made out of glowing, green stone. It had slithered into a crevice the dragon could not follow. As the rest of them snacked, one would take a shift and commit to watch the forest closely.

“You know,” Behemoth popped a candy cap into her mouth. “I would typically have my customers cough up a pretty penny for this kind of treatment,” She “talked” while eating, “but desperate times come for desperate measures.” What a joy to be a Tidekeeper.

The fire began to reach coals. “Man, do I wish we had some marshmallows” said Stalagmite.

“I do to, bud” Raven said.

As the fire was dying down, Behemoth spotted something up in the foggy sky. It looked like a big raven at first. But ravens weren't active at night? It started to fly down closer. Behemoth could see some glowing blue hints along its body.

“Hey? What’s that?!”

The Darklings looked up at the sky with her. They wore equally quizzical expressions.

“Don’t know,” Raven (the dragon) said as the… creature (?) continued to descend. “HEY! DON’T YOU COME ANY CLOSER!!”

The thing was approaching concerningly rapidly at that point, taking a dive towards them. One of the guards picked up a rock and threw it with expert aim, but it merely bounced off the things sturdy side, barely affecting its flight as it continued to shoot straight towards them.

It rocketed through the camp, snatching the last bag of purple potato chips from her stash. As it passed through, the flames of the campfire burst into a blue inferno, the group all jumping back in unison. Stalagmite landed on their back as they writhed like a bug.

“GET YOUR ASSES TOASTED, SHITFACES!” The thing screeched. “YOUR SNACKS ARE MINE!”

“FUCK YOU, BIRD!” Behemoth threw up her bird and threw a rock with far less deftness.

But it was too late anyway as the “bird” disappeared into the fog, though his cackles carried through the night.

Stalagmite steadied himself. “What the fuck was that.”

Whatever it was, Behemoth was sure it would make for a good story.

The night had passed, uneventful aside from their chip-snatching visitor. The temperature had plummeted as the sky cleared, the sun barely shining through the atmospheric fog. Behemoth let out the most massive yawn the region around Evenstar had heard since the time of the Elder Drakes. Some of her drowsy fellow guards jumped almost as much as they had at the explosion last night.

“Morning kid, had a good rest?” Raven chimed.

Behemoth was used to sleeping light. She still could have done a few more hours, having chosen to take the dawn off to get a tiny bit of rest. “Alright” she rolled onto her side and started getting her crates in order. “Have to go deliver some supplies. I’ll be back tonight unless something comes up.”

Behemoth went through a mental list in her head. Cimmerian had mentioned someone needed help cooking? Something about there being other merchants in town? Maybe her large size could truly come in handy with something.

Behemoth rolled to feet, ready to start her day.

[miss-writes-a-lot]

Tsukimi (Formerly titled 'Something Beautiful)

(This took forever and it's not how I pictured it turning out, but it was taking too long, and I have late start classes soon and didn't want to forget about it. Might go back and rewrite/edit this in the future. Content warning for implied harm to animals and illegal animal trapping)

The chill already starts to crawl up the base of Keigo's spine and reverberates across his wings the second Touya cracks the window a smidge. Suzume feels it too. Keigo sees her shiver a bit in the rearview mirror despite sitting on the opposite side of her arsonist father. Though given how tightly her brows are knitted together, he can tell that it's not just the cold that's preoccupying her mind.

He smiles sympathetically at her reflection, "You doing okay back there, Suzi?"

Suzume's eyes flicker up to meet his in the mirror. There's a brief flash of anxiousness before she forces a tight, closed smile – an expression that makes Keigo's stomach turn with gross familiarity.

"I'm okay!" She nervously chirps back.

"Are you sure? If you're not feelin' we'll, we can go back to the hotel–"

"No!" Suzume’s face burns red and she hides herself in the oversized jacket Touya lent her, "S-Sorry…"

"It's okay, Chickadee."

"You wanna tell us what's up?" Touya asks.

Suzume sinks further into the hood of the jacket, pulling her knees to her chest. "'m nervous 'bout going and seeing Pippa-chan again…"

Keigo's own worry softens into a smile, "Yeah, it's been a while since we've been out like this, huh? And you haven't seen Pippa since…?"

He trails off, turning his head to Touya. 

"Damn, it had to be a couple months at least," Touya says, carding a hand through his hair.

"What if she doesn't wanna see me anymore? What if she doesn't like me anymore…?"

"Oh Su, I'm sure she'll be plenty happy to see you again."

"She thinks I'm boring…"

"She doesn't think you're boring, Su," Touya states, "She’s probably itchin’ to see you real bad after all this time. Heck, I bet you that little bunny’s bouncing off the walls at the thought of seein’ you!”

Suzume slowly lifts her head, “Yeah…?”

Touya nods, “Anytime I call Tenko and you’re at school, I always hear Pippa in the back yelling about how badly she wants to see you again.”

Suzume brightens, fully unfurling with even a small smile starting to form on her face. “Really?”

“Really, kid. Pippa’s crazy about you, and even if you’re doing nothing, she’ll still just love being with ‘cha.”

She’s starting to grin, kicking her feet happily as she looks intently out the window at all the passing cars and people walking to and from the park venue. Keigo turns back to Touya, mouthing a sweet ‘thank you.’ Touya throws him a quick glance before he picks up his hand and presses a kiss to the top of his hand.

Ignoring the lie that Tenko and Touya can call as often as he says they do without a, the intervention of their parole officers and b, without trying to make fun of each other for the entire conversation, Keigo can’t help but smile at the fact that his daughter has already made so many wonderful and somewhat loud friends at only five-years-old. If it were something he had been allowed to dream about, his younger self would have killed to have had actual friends his age who were just happy to see him and could distract him from the large crowds of unfamiliar people in an equally unfamiliar place (well, somewhat unfamiliar).

He tries not to be envious of it, tries to linger on what could have been, and focuses on what he has now. He has friends and while a lot of them have a rapt sheet a mile long, technically so did he, and they were the best friends anyone could ask for– ones who can quite literally kill for him. His daughter is doing things he didn’t experience until he became the adult he is now, and better still, she doesn’t need to do these things for a PR stunt or because someone told her to. She gets to do (mostly) anything she wants. She gets to choose.

And that’s all he ever wants for her.

The parking lot is full, both with cars and people. Keigo can already hear the beginnings of Touya’s grumbling about how they should have left earlier instead of trying to find the right haori that matched Suzume’s kimono. They miraculously find a spot to squeeze into near the entrance of the park. Suzume hands off Touya’s jacket to him with her little hands before she grabs her little bag and slips out of the back. Keigo and Touya follow, Touya going to the trunk to pull out the picnic stuff and Keigo helping Suzume try to navigate her first pair of zori.

Being that it is her first moon-viewing festival, it is only fitting that she wears her first kimono to it. After literal weeks of indecisive internet searching and shopping, she finally found one she wanted – a pretty sky-colored thing with golden flowers printed on the bottom and sleeves with a matching obi to boot. 

Keigo also decided – at the very last second – to dress up for the occasion, digging out the same deep red and gold kimono he had worn five and a half years prior while his husband stuck to his all-black ensemble in case someone here recognizes them – Keigo having pinned his wings to his back just before they left.

“I think I’m getting it,” Suzume says, wobbling on her slightly elevated shoes.

“You sure?” Keigo asks, slowly trailing behind her.

She nods. She steps forward, trying to take bigger strides and she immediately trips over her feet and starts to fall forward.

“Never mind, I don’t. I lied – I lied!”

Keigo quickly launches forward and catches her by her torso before she can faceplant into the concrete.

"You okay?" He asks.

"I think I need my real shoes."

Keigo chuckles, "Yeah, I think you do, too. Hey Firefly, can you grab–"

"Lemme out! Lemme out! Lemme ouuuuuuut!"

They all turn their heads to the line of cars opposite of them. Standing at the back of a black Lexus trying to wrangle their impatient daughter are the Usagiyama-Shimuras. Tenko holds Pippa as tightly as he can muster while Rumi adjusts the blue and pink comb in Pippa's hair.

"Pippa – hold still!" Rumi exclaims, trying to catch her daughter's bobbing head.

"But I wanna goooo!" Pippa whines.

"Hey, you're the one who wanted to be pretty like Mommy. Now hold still!"

Rumi manages to get the decorative comb in her daughter's hair before she breaks out of her father's grip.

"There! You're free now. Was that so bad?"

"Yes," Pippa replies, fists on her hips and a confident nod.

Rumi playfully rolls her eyes, catching sight of the other trio. She grins and waves to them. "Hey!"

Keigo and Suzume wave to them. Pippa looks up, her jaw immediately dropping as she zeroes in on Suzume. She grins, and Suzume grins back at her. Pippa gets into a running stance, pushing off her back foot, and propels herself forward. 

“Suzume-channnnnnnnn!” 

She flies across the parking lot and holy shit, Keigo forgot how fast she is. He reaches down to scoop Suzume up into his arms before she can ram into her with all of her force. Pippa screeches to a halt at Keigo’s legs.

“Hey,” she whines, making grabby hands at Suzume, “Gimme!”

Suzume giggles as Keigo moves her around while Pippa hops around trying to grab her. Rumi and Tenko rush across the parking lot to meet them.

“God fucking – Pippa!” Tenko gasps.

“Papa!” Pippa replies much more cheerfully.

“Don’t do that,” he says.

Pippa just giggles in response.

Rumi sighs, shaking her head. “Sorry, Kei. She got really excited when she heard that you guys were bringing Suzume with you.”

“Told you,” he whispers to Suzume, “No prob, Rumi. Suzume’s happy to see you all too. Well, mostly Pippa.”

Keigo sets Suzume down. Pippa immediately grabs Suzume and wraps her up in a bone-crushing hug that just makes Suzume laugh even more.

“You look very cute, Pippa-chan,” Keigo says.

“I know!” Pippa proclaims, “I wanted to match with Papa but he didn’t wanna wear a kimono ‘cause he’s boring.”

“Yeah, I know how that feels,” he replies, pointing at Touya with his eyes.

“Hey, boring’s keeping us from getting swarmed by paparazzi right now,” Touya faux chides as he throws their picnic shit over his shoulder.

“Ah ah ah! I believe it was my husband’s expertise that found us a town where barely anyone knows us,” Rumi says, grabbing Tenko’s hip and pulling him close.

“Hey, let’s not forget I’m the one who came up with the idea to come all the way out here in the first place,” Keigo says, gesturing to the entrance.

Pippa groans, “Oh my god, no one cares. Can we please go now?”

“Alright, alright. Lead the way, Pip Pip,” Tenko coincides, immediately regretting his decision when Pippa grabs Suzume’s hand and pulls her along the crowds of people entering the park.

The adults hurry after the two with Rumi being the only one able to keep pace with them in spite of her elevated shoes. Keigo’s wings are itching to break out of their confines so he can ensure they don’t end up getting lost, but he tries to keep them – and mostly himself – placated.

They maneuver through the claustrophobic crowds and the long lines outside the food and game booths along the treeline. Pippa breaks through the people and gasps, pointing to the grassy clearing with the other people.

“I found a spot! I found a spot!” she shouts. She grabs Suzume’s hand and pulls her toward the middle of the field, Rumi following them.

The two girls tumble into the grass, limbs splayed out to protect their place until the adults meet them there. 

“Good find, Pip!” Rumi exclaims. She picks up the little rabbit girl and places her on her hip. Suzume sits up and dusts the grass off of her kimono. She makes grabby hands at Keigo when he finally pulls up to the spot.

“I need help.”

Keigo chuckles. He grabs her hands and pulls her to her feet, “Up you go.”

“Thank you.”

“Suzu-chan, come get dango with me!” 

“Pippa, we just got here.”

“But I’m hungry.”

Tenko sighs, opening his arms, “Give her here. I’ll take her.”

“You sure? Don’t you wanna sit and chill for a bit?”

Tenko waves her off, “You’ve been taking care of her all day. Don’t worry, I got this.”

“Oh, do you?” Pippa asks dramatically, getting a few centimeters from his face to stare at him with playful intensity.

Tenko slowly turns his head to her, looks at her blankly for a few seconds before he blows a raspberry into her cheek, causing her to squeal. 

“Yes. I do,” he looks down at Suzume, “You wanna come?”

“Um,” Suzume anxiously looks back at her dads, “Can I?”

Touya nods, “ ‘Course, Su.”

“Stay close to your uncle Tenks, okay?” Keigo says.

Suzume nods.

Keigo looks up at Tenko. "Keep her steady, yeah? She's not good at walking in her zori yet."

Tenko nods. He holds out his hand for Suzume and together, the three walk in the direction of the food stalls in the wooded area. Keigo watches them disappear among the crowd. His stomach can’t help but twist a bit as he begins to lose sight of her.

A pair of firm hands trail up his arms and grab him by the shoulders, pulling him back into a hug.

“Hey,” Touya’s voice rumbles in his ears, “You okay?”

Keigo nods, “Yeah. I’m good.”

“She’s gonna be okay. Nobody’s gonna do anything to our kid with Ten around.”

“I know, but…she’s our kid, you know?”

Touya chortles, “I mean, yeah? I was there, remember?”

Keigo elbows his side, “You know what I mean. I worry…”

Touya turns his head to press a soft kiss on his cheek, “I know. I do, too. But we gotta let her have fun once and a while. God knows we could have used it…”

Keigo nods, nuzzling into Touya’s neck. “I hope she’s having fun…”

“Babe, she’s with Pippa. If she isn’t having fun, she’s probably having a full-on stroke.”

“Oh yeah, she’ll do that to ya,” Rumi says, laying out the picnic blanket.

“Have you been listening to us this whole time?”

“Kei, I’m literally only a few steps away from you. Of course, I’ve been listening.”

Touya rolls his eyes, murmuring “Dumb bunny,” as he goes to sit on the blanket.

“Sorry about that. Didn’t mean to bring down the mood.”

Rumi waves him off, “You’re fine. You’re just being a dad. It’s actually really sweet, you worrying over Suzume like that.”

Keigo hums, “What can I say? She makes me a huge sap sometimes.”

Touya snorts, “More like all the time…”

Rumi laughs, “Don’t worry about it! All kids make us saps, hell – the number of times I’ve cried at the dumb cartoons she makes me watch is fucking abysmal and you can’t tell me that that little blue dog doesn’t do the same to you!”

“I don’t know what you’re fucking talking about. I had a perfectly happy childhood.”

“Bull. Fucking. Shit.”

Keigo laughs from the side as Touya and Rumi bicker back and forth, some of his anxiety starting to melt away the further he gets lost in their conversation.

‘She’ll be fine,’ he thinks, starting to unpack the food that Pippa had been too impatient for, ‘She’s with Tenko and Pippa. She’s fine and having fun. And so should you.’

He cracks open a beer, cheers to no one but himself, and prays to the gods that his internal mantra proves to be true while he waits for the trio to return.

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“Dan-go! Dan-go! Dan-go!”

Pippa and Suzume chant the entire 5-minute walk to one of the dango stalls. Pippa started it first and Suzume joined in not long after, but now her arm is starting to hurt from fist-pumping the air and she can tell that Uncle Tenko’s starting to get tired of it as well. 

They finally decide to stop when they reach the nearest Dango place with a pretty long line in front of it. Pippa’s ears droop and her chin drops onto Tenko’s shoulder. She groans.

“This is gonna take foreverrr!”

Tenko sighs, “Yeah, it might. Better get comfy.”

“Boooo…”

Pippa pouts on her father’s shoulder. Suzume simply stands quietly beside them. She doesn’t mind waiting. Waiting just means she doesn’t have to walk or take big steps in her high shoes for a little while.

However, waiting also means she is now acutely aware of how many people are at this moon-viewing festival thing. From what her papa told her, Tsukimi festivals aren’t this big. People usually celebrate at home with their own little shrines and offerings. 

Maybe the people here just really like the moon. 

She likes the moon too, though she probably wouldn’t go all the way out here to see it. It’s cold here – even with all of the layers she’s wearing, there’s a chill running up her little fingers and the base of her neck. 

And now, some of the people are staring at them. She doesn’t like staring, but they aren’t just staring at her. 

She follows their eyes up her Uncle Tenko to Pippa who is still on his hip. They stare and whisper to each other. Some of the other kids passing by point at her and say things before their parents hurry them along while still staring. Suzume looks up to see if Pippa sees and they lock eyes.

Her ears droop. Any excitement drains from her face as she hides it in Uncle Tenko’s shoulder, gripping his black hoodie tightly.

Uncle Tenko slips his hand out of Suzume’s and moves it to rub soothing circles into her back, glaring at the people staring at them. Suzume shuffles to hug his leg and hide from their prying eyes as well.

“You okay, Pip?” he asks quietly.

“‘M not hungry anymore,” she mumbles into the soft fabric of his hoodie, “I wanna go.”

“You sure, Bun?”

She nods, gripping him tighter, “I wanna go.”

“Okay, okay. We’re going. We’re going. Come on, Suzume. I can take you to get Dango later, yeah?”

“It’s okay,” Suzume says. 

It’s too overwhelming with all of these people, and she doesn’t want Pippa to be sad anymore. She doesn’t really care about the dango anyways. She isn’t even all that hungry.

Uncle Tenko reaches down, takes her hand, and they start walking out of the line. Suzume keeps her eyes on her feet so she doesn’t trip and fall over herself like she did in the parking lot. That, and it helps her keep focus off of the people staring at them as they pass.

They’re almost in the clear, grass starting to show up beneath her feet, when Pippa starts to talk again. She doesn’t hear what she says, but the next thing she knows, Uncle Tenko lets go of her hand as he starts struggling. She looks up to see Pippa, squirming and kicking to get out of his arms. Maybe she changed her mind about getting dango?

That idea immedietatley goes out the window as Pippa jumps out of his arms and races toward the treeline and into the brush at top speed.

“Pippa!” Uncle Tenko shouts, “Shit – C’mere. We’re goin’ after her.”

“Again?”

“Yes, again. Come on.”

He scoops up Suzume – because there is no way she’s going to be able to keep up with him in these shoes – and they dash into the woods. They follow the sound of crunching leaves. Suzume tries to keep track of the dot that is now her friend that bobs between bushes and tall trees.

“Pippa! Pippa, come back here!” Uncle Tenko shouts.

“She’s over there!” Suzume says, pointing to a small clearing up ahead.

They find Pippa crouched over something, moving back and forth with her hands anxiously hovering around the mysterious object. Uncle Tenko screeches to a halt, sets Suzume down on her feet, and runs to Pippa’s side. Suzume awkwardly shuffles to meet her as well.

“Pippa!” he yells again, “Don’t go running off like that! What’s gotten into you?”

She ignores him, still continuing to fret over the thing in front of her while her head scans the area.

“Pippa, what’re you–?”

That’s when they hear it. 

The squealing. 

Tenko and Suzume move to the side and see a small, white rabbit in front of the rabbit girl. Its back left foot is caught in a trap. It’s one Suzume’s seen around her neighborhood in her backyard – a simple one made out of sharp string that cuts into the animal’s leg. She winces, hiding her face in her uncle’s leg at the sight of the bloody line wrapping around its ankle.

Tenko stares in shock, “Pip..how–?”

“I heard it,” Pippa says, “I can hear all of them.”

“All of them?” 

Pippa nods, pointing around the brush with her ears twitching. “They’re in there somewhere. I can hear them. Someone’s hurting the bunnies, Papa. I have to help them. They’re hurting really bad.”

Uncle Tenko sighs. Suzume releases his leg as he goes and crouches down in front of the trapped rabbit. He pulls up his sleeve, reaches out a hand, and pinches a bit of loose string between his fingers. The two girls watch anxiously from the side. The string disingrates cleanly between his thumb and pointer finger, leaving the bunny unscathed but still startled. He scoops the injured animal in his arms and hands it off to Pippa.

“Here. You keep him safe and help me find the rest, yeah?”

Both girls grin and nod.

Together, they scour the forest looking for rabbits stuck in traps. Some are in the string traps, others in little boxes that Pippa breaks open with her foot – her grin growing each time she releases one into the wild. Suzume spots out the ones really far or really well hidden behind the thick bramble.

They’re done by the time the sun sets and the sky has adopted a light periwinkle color. Uncle Tenko leaves the flash on as they open the last box with the last rabbit inside. It hops out easily, bouncing back into the brush without so much as a glance back.

“Alright, looks like that was the last one,” he says, rolling his sleeves down, “Time to head out, girls. Your mom’s been texting non stop about us.”

“Wait, what about this one?” Pippa holds up the injured rabbit from before up to him, “he’s still hurt!”

“We can take him to the vet tomorrow to get him checked out. Once he feels better–”

“We can keep him?” 

“No. We are not keeping him.”

“Oh, we are so keeping him,” Pippa says to Suzume.

“We are not. Keeping him.”

“I can keep him,” Suzume says.

“I don’t think your dads would want to keep a bunny in their house either, Suzu. They’ve already got Pippa to deal with when we come over.”

“Oh.”

“Now, come on! Before it gets really dark.”

The trio hike their way out of the forest. By now, only the lanterns remained up and strung along the trees. The food and game vendors had gone and everyone’s sitting in the grassy field. When they get there, Pippa’s mom and Suzume’s dad are already starting to get up in their direction before they see them.

They both run over to them, Keigo scooping Suzume up in her arms and Aunt Rumi coming up to hug her husband and daughter – and her rabbit.

“There you are!” Keigo exclaims, her other dad coming up to join him, “Where have you been?”

“We found a lot of bunnies in traps in the woods and we were letting them out,” Suzume replies plainly.

“I found this one! I’m calling him Hito!” Pippa exclaims.

Aunt Rumi turns to Uncle Tenko, “Babe, when I said I might wanna have another kid, this isn’t exactly what I had in mind.”

“We are not keeping him,” Tenko deadpans.

“Too late! Already named him! He’s ours!”

“Pippa..”

Touya puts his hands up, “Look, let’s just be glad that everyone’s safe and nobody died tonight. I’d call that a win for us, yeah?”

The adults make non-committal hums in agreement.

“Great. So let’s go see this stupid moon or whatever, eat, and go home, yeah?”

The group makes their way back over to the blanket. Suzume crawls into Keigo’s lap. He folds his arms over her and she leans back against his chest with Touya wrapping an arm around his waist. Pippa’s sitting in her mom’s lap with Hito in hers. The park goes quiet as everyone turns their heads up to the sky to the bright and full moon in the sky. Suzume and Pippa trace the shapes on the inside to see if they can find the rabbits pounding mochi.

“I found one!” Pippa whisper-yells to her. Suzume grins back at her.

Touya slides a small container of food to her, making her realize just how hungry she had been this entire time. She digs in without even glancing at the utensils.

“Moon’s pretty,” she whispers through a mouthful of rice.

Keigo hums in agreement, “Yeah, it is. Just like it was the last time we went.”

“When was that?” she asks, looking up at him.

“Before you were born. We just found out we were gonna have you and I wanted to go and see it before we did.”

“Oh,” Suzume looks down at her food for a second before she looks back up at her dads, “Can we go again next time?”

Keigo’s brows arch in surprise for a second before his face softens into a smile. He reaches down to peck a kiss on her forehead.

“Sure, baby. We can.”

“Cool.”

She goes back to eating and staring at the moon, still trying to find the shape of the rabbit within the moon’s glow.

(Might also do a prequel to this and then edit this because it's bad. Next up is something shorter and hopefully better.)

[gorgon-goddess-of-chaos]

Photograph

Was given this idea, and I don't see a lot for ol' Wilfy. So here's this!

Wilford Warfstache x GN!Reader, TW: none Words: 529

Time with Wilford was rare nowadays, especially with the manor being filled with so many egos. He’s been busy with various interviews of the new people, not allowing for much down time as his schedule has been completely packed. But this afternoon was just for the both of you. The painting supplies are all packed away in the back of the closet, slowly pulling them out to put them onto the floor. The easels are the last thing out as you pile everything into the wagon. 

Pulling it out into the garden, you begin to set everything up for the two of you. The garden is gorgeous today, the roses in full bloom. The sun is shining, the clouds moving slowly in the breeze. He comes out after a few minutes, you sitting in the sun, soaking it up. “Hello there, dearheart! What a fine set up you have here for us!” He cheerfully pats you on the shoulder, setting down a tea set onto one of the outdoor tables. He walks up to his canvas, setting a paintbrush behind his ear as he surveys it through his fingers, both in L’s, framing the edges as he tries to envision it. You giggle as his tongue sticks out the side with one eye closed. Your paint palette is prepped, handing the paints over to him as you begin your sketch. You consider your surroundings, choosing to paint Wilford with the roses and beautiful sky in the background. You smirk as you start your base colors, the composition slowly coming together. Wilford hums as he paints, focusing very intensely on the canvas in front of him. It’s pleasant, peaceful even. It’s not often when you get to catch a break from the hecticness that comes with helping Wilford and Dark with the other egos, but this was a perfect day for it. The sparrows and chickadees that frequent the bird feeders set out sing their songs for you, providing the music for the atmosphere. 

The sunset that evening was pink, matching the hair on his head as you gazed over at him. His eyes meet yours in a look of adoration, a small cheerful smile and wave as you notice how covered in paint he is. You giggle again, snacking on some of the treats he brought out with the tea, long gone as neither of you wanted it to get cold. 

“How does your painting look, dearheart?” 

“Good, I think you’ll enjoy it. Genuinely.” Wilford comes over, admiring the painting over your shoulder as he leans with his elbow on the top of your head. “You really got my likeness, dearheart! It’s almost like you enjoy looking at me~!” You laugh at his tease, pushing his elbow off the top of your head. You walk over to his, seeing a portrait of the two of you, him hugging you from behind. He mimics his work of art, adding a kiss to your forehead.  “It’s almost like a perfect photograph, my dear~”

“Thank you Wilford. Maybe we can recreate it~!”

Whatever plans he had were postponed, there was nothing more he wanted to do than replicate that painting with you.

[redpandaramblings]

Kinktober Day 6 A/B/O aka Omegaverse

18+ Minors DNI

Here we are at day 6, my chickadees! I'm taking some requests from one of my servers today. So for the wonderful, amazing, and talented @rouge-heichou , @writings-of-a-shattered-mind , and @krystalwithakay We have Dabi, Chisaki, Shindou, Hawks, and Shiggy. And Dabi/Shiggy/Hawks together as well, because why not. Fair warning, I play kinda fast and loose with the rules of the omegaverse. Sometimes I treat it as a kind of soulmate au, sometimes I don't. I'm not always consistent with how secondary gender effects physiology. I've tried to make these comprehensive, but if you want clarification on anything, always feel free to ask! This is a few days late now, so I'm only going to write about my headcannons of those boys as Alphas towards an omega reader. If you'd like my headcannons for any other combo of dynamics, just ask! Dabi

As an Alpha-

Dabi as an alpha is a dangerous thing.

Just regularly he's ridiculously sexy.

You add in an alpha growl and pheromones into the mix?

RIP

I think honestly his real true base scent is very neutral. Clean linen, maybe a hint of citrus. But because of his quirk his scent has gotten progressively smokier over time. Those that don't know him well mistake it as him always being pissed. But really it's just how he smells.

He'd never admit it, but he's a little sensitive and defensive about the smokey quality of his scent. He remembers what he used to smell like, and desperately tried to prevent his scent from changing. It gave him some dysphoria for a while. He's mostly accepted it now. But a partner accepting or even enjoying his scent now? That would mean a lot to him.

That being said, Dabi wouldn't be particularly fussy about partners. Alpha, Beta, Omega, he genuinely does not care at all. As long as they're willing and the sex is screamly good he's happy. Obviously he's not a "saving himself for his mate" kind of guy.

That is until he finds his mate.

Holy shit his mate.

He didn't think he had one. Thought the stories about what it was like were all bullshit. His parents allegedly were mates after all, and look how that turned out. But then there was you.

Your scent hit him like a truck, and he almost went feral with the need to bite.

You got one look and whiff of him and took off for the hills.

He was too intense and too much all at once.

He wouldn't give up though. As painful as it might be, he'd let you set the pace, even if that pace was very slow.

And you won't be able to deny the instinctive pull to him.

He'd be incredibly jealous of anybody else even remotely flirting with you.

When you'd hit a point to allow it, he'd absolutely drench you in his scent and cover you with hickeys.

When he finally gives you a mating bite if will be, large, messy, prominent, and renewed often.

With sex with you the first few times he tries hard to be gentle. He's gruff and mean in daily life, but he doesn't ever want to genuinely upset you in your shared nest.

(And believe me that boy wants to be in that nest all the time. Comfy and soaked in his mates scent is heaven to him. Best sleep he's had in many years.) But if you give him the okay to be rough? RIP. He will destroy you in the best ways.

Boy has a big dick and a big knot. Both are a little warmer than average, but not uncomfortably so. His cum is also on the hot side. He doesn't cum an exceptional amount, but he has an incredibly shot recovery period paired with a buttload of stamina. It ends up equalling out. He's a Todoroki. He has a breeding kink. But very hesitant about actually having children because trauma.

Would be fine topping or bottoming.

Would actually enjoy acting subby during his rut, I think.

If his partner was an omega, could and would be more dominate.

He enjoys indulging in the primal side of secondary gender.

Would beg to chase his partner through the woods and to be allowed to literally rip their clothes off that knot them right there on the forrest floor.

Chisaki

As an Alpha-

This fucker could and would be mean a lot of the time.

Conservative and traditional about secondary genders.

He'd only want an omega to be his partner.

Would refer to others, (especially omegas) by their secondary gender instead of their names.

Finds heat and rut cycles to be disgusting and a chore.

But I could see him as either being allergic to or unable to use rut suppressants. (Possibly overused them when he was young and developed a resistance to them?)

As a result it isn't unusual for him to hire on omega for his ruts and give them a list of requirements, such as bathing with specialty soaps, being screened for diseases, specialty clothing to wear. Birth control and several backups for that birth control. For random omegas, I think he'd want them to wear scent blockers as well.

His own scent he never blocks because he knows how to use it to intimidate others. I could see it being a mix of wood and leather. He's on the more cognizant side for a rutting alpha. It takes pretty special circumstances for him to loose control even with his partner/mate.

He wouldn't be particularly thrilled or upset about discovering his mate. He'd be very businesslike. Try a pull a "Clearly we're mates, which means you're now my property and you're going to come with me now because that's what omegas do."

Chances are his mate isn't going to like that and tell him to shove it right up his alpha ass.

Chisaki isn't bothered by this.

He isn't.

He didn't really care if he ever found his mate anyway.

...

He is extremely bothered by this. It's like his alpha nature has fully awoken for the first time.

Why had you rejected him?

How dare his mate be such a rebellious little shit?

He'd have his men watch you. Stalk you personally. Threaten and chase off any other suitors you may have. Learn your habits and schedule and insert himself into you life. Absolutely make a nuisance of himself. And if you get angry and fought back? Went out of your way to flirt with others where he could see? Continue to call him a jerky knot headed alpha? Well he'd make your life even harder.

Your first time together is going to be rage fueled hate sex in a filthy alleyway. Quite probably triggering your heat, his rut, or both. There will be lots of biting, both sides. Very rough. He'll knot you there, growling all the while while you snarl back.

Chisaki has a very pretty cock and knot. Good color, right amount of veins. Thick but not too thick. They could model dildos off his cock and they'd sell a million.

After you have sex, you'd have an uneasy truce. He'd stay more out of your business, you'd agree to just be his omega. The idea is that you'd only see each other for heats and ruts. That idea only lasts about two weeks.

You two begrudgingly acknowledge you're very sexually comparable. And it's difficult to keep your hands off of each other. The more the two try to fight your desires, the more your secondary instincts seem to come out when you see each other.

He finds himself craving your presence.

You find yourself doing things like scenting him to sooth him when you can tell he's agitated.

The more comfortable you get with each other, the more submissive you'd allow yourself to be.

The day you fully accept him, you'd make a nest on his bed and wait for him in the traditional presentation position. And when he'd find you like that? You'd be mated that night for sure.

Shindou

As an Alpha-

At first Shindou comes off as a very easygoing alpha.

He doesn't dispute territory, and doesn't fight too hard to compete for omega's attention when other alphas are around.

His scent I'd see being crisp and upbeat. Some sort of citrus apple mix, maybe.

And a lot of the time he just doesn't see a point in "acting like a knot head" to peacock for omegas.

It just isn't a priority for him, usually.

He's had plenty of casual relationships and friends with benefits, and that's fine for him. It's all he really needs at this stage of his life. He has it all planned out and it would be best for his popularity if he remained single for at least another ten years.

And that's what he thought even after he met you.

Could have happened a few different ways. Friend of a friend, met at a club, introduced at a party, a hookup app. How the first time happens doesn't particularly matter. It happens and you both have a good time.

You're compatible. Like really compatible. You both smell insanely good to each other. And Shindou isn't about to admit it's the best sex he's ever had, but he can't think of a time when that particular itch has been scratched quite that well.

So, he would as you do be a part of his pack. Hang out with his friend and become a friend with benefits. Nothing too formal or exclusive. He'd probably explain to some extent that he's planning to stay free for a while.

And it's okay at first. It works for both of you.

But you're drawn to each other.

If you voice that maybe you'd like something more, he'd pull away for a while. He likes you, but he's thought about this plan for years. He hates seeing you unhappy, but he remains firm.

Until he overhears that you're asking someone else to spend your heat with you. And he can't get the image out of his head. It makes him queasy. It makes him furious. How dare someone else touch his omega when they're vulnerable.

He'll stew for a couple days before it clicks. He realizes that you're absolutely it for him. And he's been a fucking idiot and he needs to fix this fast.

And he will, bless him. He's good at planning, isn't afraid to apologize, and is painfully loyal.

Sex with him would always be good.

His dick is solidly average for an alpha both in size and knot. But he has his quirk and sure as fuck knows how to use it to his advantage.

Isn't controlling or possessive unless he views someone as a legitimate threat to his relationship. (He never fully relaxes around the alpha you were almost going to start courting, often growling under his breath.)

Hawks

As an Alpha-

Hawks likes to give the illusion that he's a big macho cocky Alpha. In reality this boy is a softy.

It takes a while for him to be comfortable opening up to anyone.

But once he does? Once he finds his partner?

Oh boy.

Clingy alpha boy.

Scenting all the time. He wants you drenched in his scent and vice versa.

He practically just lets his instincts take over.

Biting all the time.

When you're out in public together he wants to always wants to be touching you. A hand on your lower back, holding hands, an arm or wing wrapped around your shoulders. That touch just makes him feel more secure. And if you reach to take his hand first? He'd absolutely melt.

Hawks would not hesitate to full on snarl at anyone who is harassing you or making you uncomfortable. Although you scolded him and were nervous about how it might effect his image, it ends up being fine. It helps that overprotective is a stupidly good look on him.

He makes all the little alpha noises, without holding back.

If you're an omega, this man wants in your nest so bad he's practically crying about it. He won't even care if you tease him about being a bird in a nest. He's just so calm and happy and warm. He thinks he's being subtle when he tucks several of his feathers into the nest. He's not at all. You absolutely use those hidden feathers to test if they can be as sensitive as the rumors say. They are.

You may have accidentally triggered his rut by teasing him that way at least once.

You make a point of always wearing one of his feathers.

Big pretty cock, average knot. Takes quite a while for his knot to go down, though. Which suits him just fine because that leaves plenty of time for dirty talk with an emphasis on breeding kink.

Shiggy

As an Alpha

First let me say my Shiggy headcannon hill to die on- Despite being "crusty," this man is VERY clean. He's one of the characters that bathes himself the most on average.

His natural scent would be like lilacs with a hint of old books, almost but not quite a typically omegan scent. He'd be very self conscious about it, and most of the time use scent blocking soaps and deodorants.

He doesn't think there's anyone out there for him. With his quirk he long ago resigned himself to being around. When he's been depressed enough he has gone out and had one night stands before, with varying levels of satisfaction.

He's absolutely terrified of being rejected, so he figures if the opportunity never comes up, he won't have anything to worry about.

But then he see you. Smells you. And it hits him hard. You're real. You're real and right there and meant to be with him. But that can't be right.

He tries to ignore you. He really does. You deserve a better life. A better alpha.

But he can't stand to leave you alone completely.

He doesn't stalk you, exactly. But when he figures out when you always go to the same coffee shop. And if he happens to to usually be there when you're there? Well, he can be satisfied with that.

Which if why he was completely shocked when one day you came and sat at his table.

Because while he was watching you, he'd somehow failed to notice you were watching him too.

He wanted to resist. And he tried. For about five minutes. But you're right there and smiling at him and you're actually interested.

He proposes mating within about ten minutes.

You counter with maybe dating first, see where it goes.

When you two are courting, he makes a very big show of trying to be the absolute ultimate alpha. He obsessively researches ways of being the best and how to act like the best of the best. Some methods may or may not be a few decades out of date.

He tries way way too hard to be charming and suave.

You think it's cute, and let it continue on for a while.

But he slips up sometimes, of course. Goes on rambling rants while absentmindedly scratching at his cheek, and finally relaxing and being himself.

If you happen to brush his cheek, smile, and say "There's my alpha."? Well. You're coming home with him that night if he has to throw you over his shoulder and carry you there.

He'll have done something super old fashioned and created a bower for you. (Sort of the alpha equivalent of a nest, but build with more intention to show off to potenial mates.) It's soft and well thought out, and is the first time he allows you to experience his scent. And you realize why you had been so drawn to him. You just about kiss him senseless.

The first time is very awkward. Sweet, but awkward. He's so terrified of hurting you. None of his previous encounters have ever mattered this much. And he's never fully knotted anyone before so when that happens he has no idea what to do, and he's so overwhelmed and sensitive that it doesn't go down for hours.

But you learn with each other, and it gets better every time.

His dick and knot both are on the large side, but he's unaware of that. He thinks he's average if anything. You correct him of that assumption. He's both pleased with the news and a bit growlly for a while at the idea of you having handled other alpha's cocks enough to have a frame of reference.

When he gives you a mating bite it's not going to be somewhere you can easily cover. You're his. But, he wants you to bite him back somewhere just as prominent. Because he's yours too.

Alpha Trio Dabi/Shiggy/Hawks

This is an interesting one.

And some of it really depends on what parts of the dynamic happen when.

Like there will absolutely be growing pains no matter what. All these boys would have some issues with jealousy and possessiveness. But probably the smoothest start of the relationship would be if they were all together before you were added to the mix.

The multiple people would help stablize some things too, because all these boys have fears about being alone. So as long as things get settled, this would eventually be a very rock solid dynamic.

Shiggy would be the moodiest and the clingiest. He'd be insecure about his quirk and his looks compared to the other two. You'd be cuddling him in your nest a lot. Requires many kisses.

Hawks would also be a cuddle bug. He'd love to have everyone in the nest, curled up under his wings. Dabi would complain that it's too damn hot, but he wouldn't try to leave.

Dabi would be the least touchy. He's not always the most direct at expressing his affection. But he'd be the one to do things like gift you a soft blanket for the nest, or find plushies that reminded him of everyone else.

Lord help you during your heat and during their ruts, especially if they coincide. They won't hurt you, but they'd push you to your limits.

They'd absolutely see if you could fit two knots at once.

They'd have a running bet/joke about seeing who would manage to breed you first.

But every single one of these boys would panic if you actually got knocked up. You'd be absolutely smothered in overprotective alpha.

[adelheidvonschicksal]

Maybe hawks with fem UA student whose interning and spending some “alone time” with him in his office? ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

Pairing: Hawks x Female Reader

Notes: ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) This is my first one for him so go easy on me, nonnie. Hehe.

Content warnings: Feathers (yay), pretty blond men (Hawks), teacher x student relationship, underage depending on your local laws (not aged up, I ain’t no pussy)

Part Two-ish

You know this isn’t right. You shouldn’t be doing this with someone older than you, your instructor of all people. You signed that internship form in hopes of learning from a professional. Not for this.

Though, you suppose you are learning something if you look at it technically. Like how the pads of your feet are more sensitive and erogenous than you originally believed. Like how much you liked having feathers drawing along your body. How much you’re starting to develop a thing for men with blond hair the longer you spend with him. And besides, it’s not like he’s that much older than you.

“What’s really six years in the grand scheme of it,” he told you before.

At first, you were a bit nervous, a bit hesitant when he brought up your glazed-over staring. Now, you couldn’t find a reason to disagree, especially when he’s making your body feel like it’s floating on water.

“Takami-sensei,” you sing, your voice smooth as silk with the moan he draws out of you.

Hawks chuckles at you. The laugh of an older man is warm and inviting, practically melting you into butter each time he does it. “You’re so sensitive, my little chickadee.”

“It feels so good,” you explain dreamily. “So soft…”

“I’m glad you like them.”

The feather fluttering against your clit is a delicate touch, almost tickling as the plumage becomes drenched and heavy with your cum, but it also feels so much better than the rough circles and clumsy strokes you’d probably given yourself when you got home.

Your teacher holds your legs open to keep you splayed before him on top of the short office table. One gloved hand presses against your inner thigh and the other grasps your foot, pushing it up higher as he massages the arch.

You’re completely at the mercy of him. He hadn’t even really touched you. Everything done to you was the work of those beautiful feathers of his. Ever since you met him, you’ve wanted to run your fingers through the rose-colored plumage. Now, the same rippled, fluttery edges are working at the tips of your nipples, occasionally warping between soft and harder to tease you. Although pleasurable, you were starting to feel so incredibly empty after minutes of his teasing. Your dripping cunt aching and closing around nothing as you throb with want. You didn’t want to come just from feather-light touches again, to have your pussy sorely missing something to grip. You didn’t care about the fact this was your teacher anymore. You wanted everything.

“Sensei, please, please touch me.”

“You’ve had a change of heart already?” he asks, his voice carrying a teasing, playful laugh with it.

“Yes, please, I need something, anything please,” you beg, meeting his eyes with your own watery ones as he continues to tease your overstimulated person. “I-I need you inside me.”

Hawks smiles, moves the feather out the way. “Come on now, you don’t have to beg. Ask and ye shall receive, my darling student.” You gulp, the lump in your throat sticking before finally swallowing down when you see him tug off a glove with his teeth before finally cupping your pussy with his bare hand.

You’re already releasing a sigh before he can even dip his fingertips past your soaking outer lips. He sinks a single finger inside you, licking his lips at the way your cunt so readily squeezes around it. “My precious student is more excited than I thought,” he thinks out loud, making your stomach fill with butterflies. “I’ll have to make sure to take full responsibility,” he says, testing your limits with an experimental pump of his finger.

When you whine, a soft yes leaving your pleading lips, he slides in another. Then, he sets to work filling and stretching you open. Hawks is slower than you’re accustomed to, but oh so precise, targeting each spot that makes you whimper and tense even the slightest. His name is a drawl on your lips, a song you can’t stop singing as your head tilts back.

His palm presses tighter to your soft mound, grinding and stroking your clit as he thrusts thick fingers deeper inside you, curling them against your walls and pushing inwards until your sweet little cunt couldn’t take anymore. Every stroke of his busy fingers rotating inside of you has you reaching higher and higher heights. Squelches fill the room due to the overwhelming amount of cum seeping from you. You didn’t think it could get any better until he presses his warm mouth to your engorged clit. The older man zeroes in on the tiny bead, sending your nerves into overdrive as his stubble tickles against your skin.

“Ah, f-fuck, sensei, sensei, I can’t-“ you sob as he decides to have writing practice over the nub, spelling his name along you-his full name, not hero. “Gonna-“ you breathe out, unable to finish as his fingers jam upwards, triggering a flood of cum into his waiting mouth. He doesn’t stop there. He keeps the flat of his tongue against you, cleaning every layer of sticky juices you could to provide him.

Satisfied, he moans, and you shudder as the vibrations buzz against your cunt. His voice is drawn and muffled, but you can barely make out what he says, “You’re so sweet, baby.”

And he proves that he’s telling the truth by drinking every drop from you before pulling away with a contented smirk and a lick of the lips.

You’re still panting, quickly crashing back down as your chest heaves and your tensing eases. Your hazy eyes glance over him, falling on the tent straining in his pants for you. You reach out, grasping onto his belt. You’re exhausted but…

“Takami-sensei, I wan’ more,” you tell him, asking for his help as a good student should.

“Anything for you,” he readily agrees. You drop your hand to his crotch, inexperiencedly stroking him as he goes to undo his buckle.

Just then, you’re both interrupted by the swinging of the door exposing your little rendezvous. You’ve never sobered up so quickly from your lust, but you guess seeing your classmate, staring at you with wide eyes and unable to even sputter an apology, would do that to anyone.

Ever unnerved, Hawks doesn’t seem bothered by it, not even willing to hide the fact that he was about to fuck his student in his office.

Instead, he lays on that classic smile and says something that leaves your heart palpitating.

“Ah, Tokoyami-kun, perfect timing. How’d you like to join us for some private training—that’s okay with you, right, chickadee?”

[after-witch]

Fragile Little Thing [Yandere Hawks x Reader]

Title: Fragile Little Thing [Yandere Hawks x Reader]

Synopsis: Your “boyfriend” is having a rough day and he doesn’t appreciate you being such a difficult partner. If you can’t behave, maybe he can’t behave, either. 

For request: a fic with Yandere hawks. Maybe he breaks/ ruins something extremely precious to his darling. Something that money just can’t buy.

Word Count: 1800ish

notes: yandere, kidnapped, abuse

The muffled sounds of Hawks returning to the apartment are all too familiar. Jingling of keys. Click, click, clicking of the locks. You know he'd love it if you greeted him at the door, like you used to do. Which is partially why you choose to remain in bed--though really, you've hardly left it since that morning, except to greedily drink water from the tap and use the restroom.

So it comes as no surprise when the door to your 'shared' bedroom opens and Keigo stands in the doorway, looking disapproving and sad and--you catch it, in the way his eyebrows furrow--slightly annoyed at the way you're in practically the same position as when he left: curled up on the bed, holding onto a pillow like a shield in front of you.

"Babe," he says. "We've talked about this. You need to get dressed after I leave. Did you even eat?" His tone is worried, oh so worried, but you see the way he looks around the room--at the mess, at his laundry on the floor where he dropped it--in distaste. "You could at least pick up when I'm gone. We both have responsibilities around the place, y’know."

You suck in some much-needed air and hold the pillow tighter.

"Then let me leave so I can live on my own and you don’t have to worry about me not cleaning up." 

"Babe, you--." He clicks his tongue--stops himself from continuing on whatever road he was about to walk down. "Let's not start this again. We agreed to move in together. We agreed that I'd handle the bills, if you handled most of the housework."

The pillow is practically folded in half now, with the way you're clenching it. "Yes. Yes we did agreed to that. Until I realized that you're a fucking crazy person and you locked me up in this apartment for trying to leave." You stare directly at him, a challenge, daring him to contradict you again with his manipulative, deluded bullshit.

Instead, he sighs, and runs an exasperated hand through his hair. "Hey, okay, okay. I've had a really.... rough day." His voice is lower, almost gravely, and you believe him when he says it. Too bad you don't care anymore. "I'm really not up for a fight tonight. Let's call a truce."

When he says truce, your mind spins on a familiar reel. He wants a truce. He locked you up in this apartment and won't let you leave. He wants a truce. He made your friends and family believe you'd run off. He wants a truce?

The force of your thoughts has you scooching up in the bed and bracing your back against the headboard. You watch him--watching you--and wonder if he thinks you'll give in. Sometimes you do--it's inevitable, something you've thought long and hard about when you're in the apartment for hours upon end. You couldn't stand to live if you were constantly yelling at him, screaming, crying.

But you've had a few good naps, and you can stand it today.

"Fuck your truce," you spit, "and fuck your rough day--and fuck you."

His shoulders jerk in response to your words and fuck, is that satisfying. You've gotten to him. He wanted you to force a smile and say fine, whatever, what's for dinner. But you didn't. And now he can't go about the rest of his night in his deluded little fantasy that you're a willing spouse and he's going to have shitty dreams and hopefully an even shittier day tomorrow.

He's not at his limit, though, because he simply walks further into the bedroom. He stares at your dresser, the one pushed right up against his. You'd decorated it with your own knickknacks, back when you'd moved in--back when you were here willingly. Picture frames and personal mementos and jewelry that you don't bother wearing anymore.

He picks up a necklace, one he always complimented when you wore it out on dates--then increasingly, when you wore it on your evenings-in after he began insisting that you spend quality time in private instead, until finally you were trapped here and stubbornly refused to put it around your neck again.

"Angel, sweetheart, my sweet chickadee." He's tired. You're not--naps, good stuff. "Let's just both agree we're being… testy." He sets the necklace down and walks towards the bed. You flip your body around, bury your face down in the soft pillow so you can avoid looking at him. It’s childish, but you don’t care. "Then we can go make some dinner. Or we can order takeout, whatever you want. What do you say?"

His voice has an edge. You should be wary, you know this, yet your instinct for self-preservation lately has been smoothed away in favor of defiance, some meager inch of pride you can dig out for yourself.

And so you dig.

"Go. to. hell."

Something SLAMS--his fist, hard--on the headboard above you, just inches above the top of your head. 

You don't have enough time to process what just happened before Keigo gets up, furious, feet pounding on the floor and voice hot with anger. You cringe at the tone, which has crossed from annoyed into flat-out pissed. 

"How many other guys would put up with this shit? Huh?" You're half-listening, half-frozen.

You force yourself to turn over, keeping the pillow in front of you like a shield for more reasons than one, now.

"Most guys would expect to come home to a clean house and a good meal and a girlfriend who doesn't lay her ass in bed all day, crying about stupid shit."

You feel your own fury blooming in your chest. "I'm not your girlfriend--"

In a second, something shatters on the wall behind you, above you, throw just inches above your head. You crane your head down and you can just make out the mess on the floor, between the side table and the legs of the bed: jumbled shards of an ashtray, old and unused, something you'd stuck on the dresser ages ago when you were still allowed to have cigarettes. Before his jealousy turned to control, before he wouldn't let you leave--before you couldn't even smoke, because you couldn't open the windows.

You slowly turn your head to look at Keigo, and you stare at each other in silence, the air thick and hot between you. You can see his feathers bristling and your skin crawls at the thought of his feathers being the next thing to come flying towards you.

"I treat you like a princess," he says finally--and you scoff. You regret it immediately when you see his entire body, from his feet to his feathers, tense at the sound. You dug too deep.

"I treat you like a princess," he repeats, harsher, more strained. "And you don't appreciate it one fucking bit."

He picks up your phone, one of the few non-dusty items you've routinely set on your dresser in recent weeks. In a flash his arm moves, and you don't have time to say or do anything before it joins the ash tray on the floor. You glance and you can see the screen, black and shimmery, cracked into a hundred hairline cobwebs.

Don't move, you think. Don't move don't move.

He picks up a porcelain plate, thick with dust. A trinket from an antique mall Keigo took you on your... third date, you think. Or fourth. He trails his gloved finger along the dusty rim and wipes off the gunk on his pants.

"I clean for you," he says, voice low and spiteful. "You refuse to wash one fucking dish without trying to throw it at my head when my back is turned."

The plate is whipped so fast that it brushes your arm before it lands on the floor in a heap. At least its shards are on the floor, not your face.

"I cook for you. I buy you whatever takeout you want. You don't give so much as a nice little thank you."

You're waiting for something else to fly your way, waiting for the moment he finally says fuck it and hits you instead of the headboard, instead of the wall. But he's standing stock still now.

You're furious with him. You're scared of him. You want to reason with him. You don't know which feeling to deal with and so your words fall somewhere in between anger and terror and the need to placate.

"Keigo--" he looks at you when you say his name, and it's something. "Keigo, you kidnapped me. I don't want to be here. I--I broke up with you. We're not... we're not healthy together. Why can't you understand that?'

Tears are pricking at your eyes and his figure is a little blurry as he faces you with a strange calmness--strange, considering he just hurled hard, potentially sharp objects close to your face. You wipe your tears and his eyes are practically piercing into yours before he speaks.

"Take that back. Take that back right now."

You swallow against the harsh tightness pressing inside your throat.

"We're dating," he says, with the same low intensity. "We're very happy together."

You're so tired, now, so tired that it's hard to be angry with him. You just settle for being sad. 

"We're not."

He turns back to the dresser and picks up a figurine--the figurine, the one you carefully set on your dresser the very first day you moved on; the only thing on your dresser that you dust off every morning. The last figurine your mother made you before she died, hand-painted and hand-made and the only one of her creations that you have left.

And he knows, he knows all this, he knows it's important and you can only let out a breathy, desperate cry before it's hurled at the wall with cruel force.

Your hands fly out to catch it--impossible--and the brief brush of the hard porcelain against your outstretched fingers is the last memory you'll have of it before it smashes against the wall. Fragile, broken, in shards.

The sound that comes out of your mouth when you see the shards of the figure, the shards of your mother’s memory is involuntary and primal. A sound that makes you clutch your chest to make sure you’re not dead--you’re not, no, you’re alive and you hurt so much that you think you’re going to break in half. Your hands clutch at your mouth and you scratch your lips without feeling or knowing it.

Keigo has already swooped in, and you don’t hear every word so much as his tone--so sorry and worried and oh-fuck-oh-fuck-oh-fuck, he didn’t mean it, he was just so angry, he’ll fix it he’ll fix it he’ll fix this. His arms and his wings are wrapped around you, gentle and invading, as he rocks you slowly. Back and forth, back and forth. You don’t fight. You don’t scream at him. You just stare ahead, at the empty space where the figurine used to be, a clean circle surrounded by a layer of dust. It was a fragile little thing--and so are you.

[mrskittythulhu]

Red Feathers of a chance encounter

part 1  part3  part4

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(18+) Hawks + fem (y/n) 

It had been a few months since your wild encounter with Dabi. All the marks he left on your body have now faded away. His touch, his taste and his dark voice became nothing more than a memory you wish you could move on from. Despite the new rumors that circulated about you when you came home disheveled something did remain the same, your ‘hero’ ex-boyfriend still kept tabs on you.

One benefit from your night with Dabi was that your Ex finally got the hint that the relationship was over. Word quickly got around about how you ‘cheated’ on your boyfriend or some wild spin like that. This gave you the opportunity to tell others how it was over and finally people listed even if they reacted poorly towards you. You would rather be hated for something you did than be hated for the lies he created around you.

For a couple of weeks things were quiet. No messages, no extra heroes ‘patrolling’ your neighborhood and best of all you had not seen your Ex. Life became simple go to work, stop at the corner store on days you needed food, then home. Unfortunately, nothing good can last forever.

At first you thought you were being overly paranoid when you got jumpy overshadows moving in the corner of your eyes. At night you would hear rattling outside your window despite your apartment being high up on the fifth floor. Your uncomfortable feelings became validated when you were walking home from work you noticed your Ex leaning on the wall of a nearby building. He was in his hero uniform acting like he was on patrol, but you knew he was watching you again. This was his typical intimidation tactic. When you locked eyes with him, he winked then started walking away.

Weekend finally arrived and you had a free day to unwind. Tired of feeling cooped up inside your apartment you took your book to the near by park. After a short walk you found yourself peacefully seated under a tree in the center of the park. The distant sound of wildlife and children playing echoed around you.

Twenty minutes into your peaceful reading a shadow loomed over you. Feeling the ominous presence of someone hovering over you, slowly you looked up to be face to face with the last person you wanted to see.

“Fuck”, you cursed quietly to yourself as you met is smug expression. He even had the nerve to show up in his hero uniform. Another one of his classic intimidation tactics. He knew that if you drew attention in anyway, he could claim you were hysterical and as a ‘hero’ he was just there to ‘help’. This forced all public conversations to stay quiet leaving you, once again, defenseless.

“Hi there (Y/N) been a while I missed you so much.” His smile was bright as if he had rehearsed in a mirror for hours before finding you here.   “I know we have had some misunderstandings but I’m willing to forgive you for cheating on me because I’m such a standup guy.”

“First of all,” you slammed your book shut and quickly stood to your feet. “Hard to miss someone when you stalk them.” You felt your body shaking from the adrenaline rush, but you needed to get these pent-up words out.  “Two I don’t miss you and lastly, I didn’t cheat on you I dumped you months ago you narcissistic creep.”

You knew your voice was louder than it needed to be and at this point you didn’t care if other people listed in. After living without this walking garbage in your life you refused to go back to how things were before.  Quickly taking the opportunity to walk away you started walking towards the playground. If he wanted to cause a commotion he could try and do it where families could see how he really was.

A tight gloved grip squeezed around your arm. You instinctively started to pull away from him and shout for help. For a brief moment you locked eyes with a woman sitting on a bench by the playground. Your ex kept telling you to quiet down but that only prompted you to scream louder for help. Fear filled your body at the thought of being stuck any longer with this man. Tears pricked at your eyes as your voice became strained from screaming. Frustration took over as you realized no one around you was coming to help.  

Suddenly a ribbon of red swirled around the both of you. The distraction was enough for him to let go of your body. Losing your footing you stumbled to the ground. While sitting there you looked back at your ex who was busy swatting at what looked like red feathers attacking him. A strange loud flapping noise pulled your attention in the opposite direction. Before you could even process anything that was going on your legs lunged you off the ground and into the arms of another man.

The smell of sandalwood quickly filled your nose. A gentle hand wiped at your tears and slowly lifted your face up towards theirs. Golden eyes with sharp black eyeline looked back down at you. A small smile with light facial hair on his chin. Wild windblown blond hair and large bright crimson red wings behind him.

Very suddenly the realization hit you that you were in the arms of the heart throb number 2 hero HAWKS. Your eyes went wide, mouth agape, and cheeks began to burn from sudden embarrassment. His deep husky chuckle was like music to your ears and in that hypnotizing moment was the only thing you could hear. The arm he held you with squeezed you just a bit tighter to his body causing your breast to press into him.

“What the hell Hawks?” your Ex yelled out with rage.  “What are you even doing here this isn’t your territory?”

“Well, when you become a top hero like me EVERY area is your ‘territory’ and why wouldn’t I respond to the cry of this lovely chickadee in distress.” The sweet expression quickly turned dark as hawks was now glairing at your ex. His hold on you was firm but protective. With how close you were to him; you could hear the rustle of his feathers as if he was preparing to use them.

“This is just a lover’s… spat. No reason for you to involve yourself.” You squeezed into the sides of Hawks hoping he wouldn’t believe the lies from your Ex’s mouth. “So just hand her over and fly on by.” Your Ex started to make a shooing motion with his hand. His smug over confidence was pouring out the more he talked. He began spewing out the same lines he used every time someone tried to involve themselves in your public displays with him.

Soft knuckles trailed down your cheek leading to a gentle thumb stroking along your jaw line. His sweet smile was back as he looked down at you.

“Chickadee are you the lover to this angry gorilla?” His words were so gentle, but you could hear the sarcasm in his voice. Being pressed firmly to his muscular chest you were able to feel the rumble of his quiet laughter. His golden eyes sparkled in the light of the sun as he looked down at your shy expression.

“N-no,” you quickly cleared your throat to speak with more confidence. “I dumped him months ago, but he won’t leave me alone.” This was it. This felt like you last chance to have someone believe you about how awful your ex really is.

You felt one of Hawks wings protectively wrap around you as your Ex started to lose his cool. “Dumped me!” Your ex faked a laugh as he started to pace about with his hand flailing in the air. “You cheated on me with that murderous villain.”

Shock filled your body as you looked up to the winged here with wide eyes. He was glairing hard at your ex with unwavering focus on the man erratic movements. You curled into his side more as your ex began to call you a slew of unsavory names. Near by parents began to cover their children’s ears and move away from your drama. Tears pricked the corner of your eyes as you took in his harsh words, but Hawks remained as still as stone.

“So, as you can see your just wasting your time so just hand her over to me.”  Your ex had his palm out eagerly waiting for you to be turned over to him.

“I don’t think so.” Hawks’ words were blunt. You felt his arm wrap around your waist tighter the movement hidden from your ex’s view by his wing.

“Then I’ll take her back by force.” Your ex balled his fist and lunged towards the both of you. Red feathers swiftly propelled the both of you into the air. Once high enough out of reach Hawks sent a wave of feathers towards your Ex within seconds he was pinned to the ground. He continued to curse and scream out until a large red feather covered his mouth muffling his rant.

“You can just stay there until police come and explain yourself to them.” His large wings began to flap hard as he started to fly away from the park. “How about we get you some place safe for now, chickadee.” You instinctively wrapped your arms around his neck. He chuckled at your movements while taking out a phone with his free hand. He had a short conversation with who you assumed was the police on the other end where he explained that a hero went rogue in the park.

After a short flight he gently landed on your balcony. Slowly you unwrapped yourself from Hawks body instantly missing his protective touch. You walked over to the sliding door feeling thankful that because you lived so high up you left the door unlocked. While opening the door you missed the inquisitive look that flashed over Hawks face as he watched you.

“Can I offer you something to drink.” You felt awkward about the whole interaction and very uncertain about what to say. I’m sure you have many things you want to ask me after ... well, that.” You shrugged and averted your eyes before walking into the kitchen. Hawks sent a few feathers around your small apartment while your back was turned. When you reached the sink to fill a class with water you looked over to see him plop onto your sofa.

“Is it true chickadee?” He leaned back with his arms behind his head. You could see the grooves of his abs through his thin tight shirt. He placed his feet up onto your coffee table and for a moment you wondered when he had the chance to take off his shoes. His golden eyes watched you walk back into the room.

“Is what true?” You felt hesitant as you handed him a glass of water. His gaze on you felt intimidating like a lion watching over their pray. His smile was deceptively bright and kind. You sat in a on the sofa next to him with as much space you could make between the two of you. Slowly you started to sip on your water. Hawks pretended to drink from his cup before placing it on the coffee table.

“Are you really dating a villain?” You spit out your water and began to cough. Hawks’ deep chuckles echoed alongside your gasping. He pulled you closer to him as he lightly rubbed your back.

You took a breath in as you shook your head ‘no’ to his question. “No -No,” You sternly said. I had a one-night stand a while back but at the time I didn’t know the guy was a villain and I later went to the police about him. I did that after that poor kid was kidnapped and my ex found out about who I slept with from his cop friends.” You started to avoid eye contact with Hawks as quilt over being with Dabi took over.

“You seem to have really bad luck with men, chickadee.” The hand that was resting on your back snaked around to gently stroke up and down your arm. You felt comforted by him and the tears you held in started to come out as relief filled you. He pulled you into a side hug as his free hand wiped away your tears. “Don’t waste your tears on that gorilla.” He gently led your chin up to face him.

There was a pregnant silence as he locked eyes with you. Your blush became intense as you realized the hottie Hawks was in your apartment holding you close to him. “Does that mean you’re single, chickadee?” there was a slight purr to his voice.

“Yess- I’m, I’m single.”  His thumb gently stroked along your jaw line as he kept your focus on him. Your legs stated to rub together, and the subtle shift caused a smug smirk to cross his face.

Hawks slowly leaned in closer to your face tilting, so his breath fanned your ear. “How about I show you want its like to be with a real hero?” When he noticed his sultry words caused you to smile, he lightly rand his nose across your cheek. He pulled his face back away, so you were able to look into his lust filled eyes. His hand was now holding your chin in place dominating your movements. “I need an answer Chickadee... if you want me to continue that is.”

You started to nod your head ‘yes’. Hawks held your face tighter stopping your movements and pulled your face closer to his. His nose lightly grazed yours. “I need words chickadee,” his voice was a sultry deep whisper next to your lips.

“Y-Yes, I…” before you could finish what you wanted to say Hawks crashed his lips on to yours. He pulled away slightly and slipped his thumb into your mouth pulling out your tongue. For only a second you could see the primal lust in his eyes before he started to dominate the inside of your mouth with his tongue.

He smoothly slid you to straddle his lap while still aggressively kiss you. You could hear his feathers fluttering as you both adjusted. His hand tightly gripped your hips as he helped grind you over the thick hard bulge in his pants. You broke the kiss letting out a wonton moan from the sensation. One hand left your hip and started to gently cup your face. On instinct you nuzzled into his hand.

“Such a good girl, (Y/N). My beautiful chickadee.” His praise caused butterflies to spin in the pit of your stomach. His gentle touch caused goose bumps on your skin and each wet kiss left a chill from the air. Blinded by your own lust you were unable to notice when Hawks slit his hand along your clothed slit. “You’re so wet already.” A small squeak escaped you as your face showed your embarrassment at his discovery. You started to stutter out a failed excuse when he quickly began to shush you. “I don’t want to hear anything out of your mouth unless it’s moaning. So how about we take this to a place that’s a bit more comfortable, yeah?”

Even though he had asked you a question it turned out to be rhetorical. He scooped your legs around his waist as he stood up. His hand sneaking large handfuls of your butt with rough squeezes as he walked. His deep kiss distracted you from the fact he knew exactly where he was going in your apartment despite it being the first time he was there.

Your butt gently bounced on the mattress. When he stood before you the only question you had was ‘when did he take off his shirt?’ You didn’t get much time to ponder your thought when his feather lifted your shirt from your body.

His fingers lased into your hair with the other hand deeply massaging one of your breasts as he deeply kissed you. Slowly he leaned you to lay flat on your back with your legs dangling over the edge of your bed.   He pushed your legs apart with firm hands on your thighs. Hawks trailed gentle kisses as he went down your body to your stretchy leggings.  He bit into the soft skin of your lower stomach while slipping is fingers under the hem of your pants.

He tugged your pants off and began to deeply rub his nose across the front of your panties. “You smell so good chickadee. I wonder how many times I can make you cum on my tongue.” He placed a gentle kiss at the top of you clothed lower lips. You could hear his wings adjust as he sat on his knees between your legs. Your legs were placed over his shoulders locked in place by his strong arms.

You placed a hand over your mouth to try and muffle the moans. Hawks noticed stopped his attack of your clothed delicate area and peeked up at you. “I said I wanted to hear you moan my chickadee.” Strong red feathers quickly pinned your wrists above your head. You wiggled in a failed attempt to get free.

“Hawks? AH.. ahhhh Hawks!”

“That’s better. Now be a good girl and cum all over my tongue.”

Hawks slid your panties to the side allowing him to plunge his tongue deep into your entrance. One of his hands danced gently on your clit. More feathers covered your body stroking over sensitive areas of skin. He carefully listened to each moan and hitch of your breath allowing him to adjust quickly to best please you.

“O-God Hawks!” A blinding orgasm crashed over you. He lapped up your juices and slid two fingers inside you while licking up and down your slit. Slowly he pumped his digits while you rode out your high. He slowly scissored and stretch your entrance before slipping a third finger in and increasing the speed of his thrusts. The nonstop pleasure he gave you quickly cause you to cum once again only this time your orgasm crashed harder over you.

“A squirter? Damn that was hot chickadee.” Hawks released his grip on your thigh as he gently licked and sucked up your juices from his fingers. “Spread your legs. I want to see the mess you’ve made.” You felt exhausted trying to catch your breath but somehow managed to open your legs wider for him.

Slowly the stars faded from your vision, and you gazed upon the handsome winged hero that was standing smugly between your limp legs. His face glistened with your juices and your eyes trailed down his chiseled body to see him in only a tight gray boxer brief. His hard twitching bulge was hardly hidden by the cotton fabric. A damp spot of precum started to form. He chuckled watching you drink in the sight of him.

“Hope you’re not tired already because this is nothing. You’re not going to be able to walk once I’m done with you.” He slid his shorts down to freeing his member. It bounced for a moment off his stomach leaving a thin trail of precum. He was long and slender with a thick vain that ran along his length.

“Ready for me?” He knew your eyes were lustfully locked on his member, so he tensed his muscles causing it to bounce a few times. “Like what you see?” His ego could be seen from space, but you couldn’t argue with him in that moment.

Gentle feathers slipped your panties off your body. He drank in the sight of you bare before him. “So beautiful chickadee. I want you so bad. I can't hold back anymore"

With those sweet words he gripped himself and began to rub his head along your slit enjoying the feel of your juices. He rubbed him self on your entrance with slight pressure and then would pull back to rub along your slit once again. The teasing was agonizing. You tried to push your hips into him, but his feathers still had you pinned in place.

“Please Hawks, I want you inside me.”

With a smooth thrust he pushed his full length inside in you. A pleasurable scream escaped you. He stilled for a moment rubbing his thumb over your clit allow you a chance to adjust to his size. Slowly he began to move his hips.

“Oh chickadee you feel so damn tight. Your .. FFUCK.. milking me.” His rhythm picked up and he soon began to flutter his wings aiding in his deep harsh trusts into you.

You began to writhe and cry out under him. He continued to harshly pound himself into you as two more orgasms hit you. He slowed down slightly and locked a deep kiss with you. Within seconds of kissing, you he was moaning into your mouth and a heat rushed into your womb.  Peppering light kisses on your cheek and neck while slowly pulling out of you.

His feathers were released from your body. You laid there unable to move panting heavily. Exhaustion from the multiple orgasms was taking over you as your eyes could barely keep focused. Gentle hands stroked your face and sweet whispers of praise coaxed you to sleep.

Hawks had his feather swiftly slide you up the bed to a more comfortable spot. While you slept peacefully, he took a quick photo of you before tucking you under the blanket. He tucked himself back into his clothing and walked out to your balcony.

The crisp evening air blew past his face and the lowering sun painted the sky with vibrant colors.  Hawks pulled out his phone sent a quick text before he was able to slide his phone into his pocket it rang. He laughed when he recognized it being the number, he just texted.

“Hey Dabi.”

[sukiglycerin]

birds (not) of a feather || keigo takami.

* pairing: hawks x fem pro-hero!reader

* genre: canonverse(???), terribly indulgent smut, pwp, enemies w benefits

* words: 3,111

* warnings: i just packed a shitload of kinks into this, dom!hawks, sub!reader, daddy kink, dirty talk, semi-public sex (a bathroom), quirk play aka feather play (not tickling), reader is kiNda a brat, fingering, orgasm denial, cum eating, penetrative sex, unprotected sex (pls.,., wrap it before you tap it irl), degradation, breeding kink, humiliation, dumbification, creampie, aftercare (duh), i’m so sorry for this i’ll finish my sfw angst thing now

* a/n: inspired by this text post... oh god, this is filthy. apologies for the slightly late update, but here it finally is!! @toishi is an absolute angel for proofreading this at like 1 in the morning. i hope you enjoy this! if you liked this, feel free to request anything you’d like to see from me <3

there was something about hawks that was infuriating. you couldn't tell exactly what was the breaking point; his messy hair, his plush smirk, or his eyes. his eyes, typically glazed over with a mixture of cockiness and devil-may-care hawtiness, were perhaps the most charming part to him, if you asked any fangirl. the markings around them only made him prettier, but infuriatingly so; and when you put together the entire package of 'hawks,' you got an extremely punchable person. 

yet sometimes, during extremely rare instances - perhaps when the light hits him just right or when one of his feathers is placed just perfectly - the word 'punchable' is replaced with 'fuckable.' and when you say fuckable, you mean him fucking you. it only aggravates you more.

you can't recall exactly when you started hating him or exactly when you became fuckbuddies (well, more like fuckenemies), but what you can recall is that the closets at hawks' agency are unreasonably large. not that they can't be used to your advantage, on multiple occasions (especially when hawks ruts). you're sitting next to hawks as some entrepreneur attempts to sell his ideas to market heroes and gain more profit. none of the pro-heroes sitting in the room seem particularly engaged. you're practically falling asleep; hawks' doodles on your notepad keeping you awake. you can't exactly complain, though the doodles take up space on an otherwise blank page, it's entertaining. you're far past gone being alert, however; your eyelids droop one last time before you see an oddly phallic shaped doodle behind your eyelashes. goddamn hawks.

"really?" you hiss at him, pushing his hand away.

he shrugged, lazily smiling. "you like it."

"like what? lewd imagery in my work notepad?"

"no." his voice drops an octave, fatally gravelly, "my cock."

you flush at his obscene language. "don't-" you whisper, but you're cut off by hawks' muffled giggles as he points to another one of his doodles. a rooster. you purse your lips. ever-so immature, hawks.

"yeah, but i bet you like the first one a lot more, don'tcha, chickadee?" his pet name has your brain stuttering. "you like my cock so much, hm?"

"fuck you, hawks," you breathe.

"you can try, feather." his voice is dripping with cockiness. "i bet, even in professional times like these, you think about my cock. in business meetings, you look so professional, so serious, but little does everyone know - you're dreaming about my cock stretching your tight little cunt out, making you scream my goddamn name. i bet you salivate just thinking about my cock fucking you good, hm? isn't that right, chickadee?"

you huff, not meeting his eyes as you search for a witty comeback. your silence gives hawks' ego a boost; he smirks wider.

"you know it's true, huh?" he purrs. "you think of me wherever you go. in public, filing paperwork, when you touch yourself in bed... you just like it so much, you're my slut. who knew the nation's favorite pro-hero would drop to her knees to the sight of anyone's cock?"

"yeah, i touch myself whenever i think of you," you mutter saltily under your breath. you ignore the growing arousal in your panties at his provocative words. hawks goes quiet, eyes wide.

"more specifically, i rub my temples because i get a headache because you're so damn awful."

"well fuck, dove," he chuckles. he leans in close to your ear. "maybe i'll give you something to think about."

a shiver curls itself down your spine. "hawks-"

he hushes you, jotting something in your notepad. he excuses himself from the room, leaving a feather laying on his seat in place of him. you read the note. "women's bathroom, down the hall to the left. no one uses it."

a pump of adrenaline fills you; your heart skips a beat.

once you slip out, your heart plays a game of jump rope, the rhythm filling your ears. down the hall, to the left... you wonder what hawks has in store for you. your brain recreates images of past escapades you engaged in with the man; a quickie in his office, another in an alley, and once, him fucking you just before a meeting. your panties grow damper, unable to mask the anticipation you feel within yourself.

"hi, sweetpea," hawks cooes as soon as you enter the restroom. "fancy seeing you here."

"you invited-"

"hush, i didn't give you permission to speak, did i?" he snaps. "good girls who behave are rewarded."

a whimper slips out of you, and you nod.

"safeword, birdie?"

"sunflower."

"good girl." he hums. "so obedient, once disciplined... maybe i should do this more. i bet you'd like that... being such a slut when anyone could walk in." "hawks..." you start, but he doesn't have it.

the hero stalks toward you. if eyes could kill, you'd be murdered within seconds; his irises are dark, pupils blown, and a shadow has fallen over his face. he looks predatory like this - truly living up to his name. it's graceful, the self-control he assumes whence walking toward you. 

said self-control is completely abandoned as soon as your bodies meet. you're completely enraptured in his shadow as the man loomed over you, his wings contributing greatly to the effect. he's the predator, and you're the prey. 

his arm separates your neck from the wall, his hand clutching the back of your head. the free hand moves itself to caress your jaw in a strangely gentle manner, while his knee pushes its way in between your legs, making your upper thighs into a home. his hand nudges your head forward towards his, and then you're kissing him with such ferocity it's animalistic. tongues clash and you're no longer sure whose spit is whose; it dribbles down your chin the way blood drips from the thirsty lips of a vampire.

hawks growls - he actually growls - while he hastily unbuttons your top and slips his tongue into your mouth. you shamelessly grind down against his clothed pant leg, careless that your wetness will leave a stain. 

he pulls away, a string of saliva snapping between you and leaving you two gasping for breath. 

"fuck, fuck, baby bird," hawks wipes his mouth with his sleeve. his lips are swollen, their colour resembling a cherry lollipop with a sheen of gloss. damn, he's pretty. you never realized how good-looking a guy in a suit could be. his eyes are darker than a raven's, and it looks as though he'll devour you whole. 

"come." hawks gestures for you, walking towards the sinks and large mirror above them. as soon as you near a foot from hawks, he grabs you, one hand on your waist and the other on your throat. 

"look at you..." he tsks, his eyes meeting yours in the mirror. you're completely disheveled, hair a mess and eyes blown dark. your top is wrinkled slightly, your breasts peaking out through the unbuttoned gap and your skirt pushed up.

"so messy already..." the hand on your waist moves up and squeezes your breast, tweaking a nipple through your bra.

"you just fucking melt for me, like a good whore," he says.

oh, how you hate how easily hawks can win you over.

"fuck you," you scoff half-heartedly. "are you gonna fuck me, or not? we don't have all day."

"won't be a problem, lovebird," he says breezily. "judging by how much you fucking soaked my pant leg, i could have you coming undone without my cock even touching your dirty cunt.

you glance at his thigh, which has a blatant dark spot on it, and feel your heart race in humiliation. you can only stay silent, knowing he's right. the sensation in your core is painfully obvious to you, as if taunting you more.

"obeying now?" he teases, a wicked smile gracing his face. "bend over the counter, sweetpea."

you huff, obliging. hawks deftly moves his fingers, unbuttoning your shirt. you shiver, your hot skin colliding with the cold, unforgiving marble. 

"spread your legs - good, good, like that..." his breath tickles your ear, "you like how the air touches your sopping pussy? how exposed you fucking feel, all spread out for me when anyone could walk in? me, the number 2 pro-hero..." god, he was so cocky it was infuriating.

"shut up," you grumble.

"what?" his voice is sharp, cutting clean through the air. "is that anyway to treat your daddy?"

you fucking hate the title. you hate how hawks harnesses it as his own, how he so personifies the word - how good it fits him, sounding like sugar off his lips.

two of his fingers meet your clothed folds. "answer me, birdie."

"n-no," you squeak out. 

"no, who?" he spits.

"no, daddy." 

you inch your head up to look in the mirror, and hawks is smiling. 

"what to do with you, what to do with you..." he sounds gleeful, sadistic undertones tinting his words with a faded rose red. so pretty, yet so painful. your head goes back down onto the counter, your cheek pressed against it.

"naughty birds deserve punishment, don'tcha think?" 

you can't find it in yourself to form a coherent word; instead, a clumsy moan falls from your lips. hawks' fingers press harder against your cunt; you're sure they've gotten at least a little damp.

compromised in such a position, your senses make you suddenly aware of your surroundings; the way the counter digs into your hips, how the coolness is starting to fade under your body. you're aware of your every breath, the fluttering in your stomach every time hawks presses your clit. you're aware of the inherent eroticism of your acts, and how you don't really hate hawks; no, no, no - how he just infuriates you.

he's the ideal hero, in your eyes - laidback, charming, and yet so skilled at his work. it amazes you. one can only strive to be so multifaceted, and it explains his status as number 2 hero. you work so hard, yet he can achieve all the things you dream in half a heartbeat.

"let's get these out of the way." hawks, hooking a digit into the band of your panties, forces them down in an instant. you instinctively clench at the air which meets your nether lips, your juices leaking out of them like a honeyed nectar.

"so messy," hawks comments. "can't even control yourself without your panties. you like being such a slut for daddy, huh?"

you grumble in protest.

"huh?" his index and ring finger plunge into your pussy, making a loud squelching sound.

"d-daddy," you blurt a moan out, falling apart on his fingers.

"that's more like it, feather." hawks sets a moderate pace on your pussy, curling to hit your sweet spot. the noises from your cunt and mouth fail to cease, and you throw a hand over the latter to muffle your whimpers.

you start to feel a burning sensation rise in your stomach; a toe-curling, warm feeling like sunlight shining in the morning.

"daddy, daddy, hngg- i'm so close."

you're so close to the sunlight, to being showered in the blissful heat. just one more stroke and-

you're suddenly empty, and the light starts to slowly recede.

"daddy!" you complain, shifting your legs and rubbing your thighs together. "bad birds get punishment," he shrugs. "though i must say... you like it when i bend you over the counter, huh? your little pussy is dripping all over it for me, and i've barely touched you... i bet you're getting off to this right now; when anyone could walk in, huh? filthy slut. you're already begging for more... hm, maybe i should make you lick up the mess you've made..."

"d-addy, no, i've taken my punishment, please let me cum..."

hawks sounded indifferent, as if he were merely studying his nails. "beg for it."

"wh-" you clench your hands in your skirt. you do not particularly enjoy begging - for anything or anyone. despite the pulsing in your cunt, and how hard it is not to give in, you don't want to give hawks the satisfaction of winning. "p-psh, didn't really need your cock anyway..." you grumble. you exhale quietly, calming the adrenaline pumping in your blood from the loss of your orgasm.

something in him changes, and a scarlet feather tickles your lips. you're confused; what does hawks want you to do?

"suck."

you exhale in confusion, blowing the feather away. "suck?"

you crane your neck up at the mirror to catch a glimpse of hawks. he looks deadly - there's no other way to put it. his eyes are sharply trained on you, his wings buff and towering over him. you think you see a bulge in his pants, straining for freedom.

"well?" the feather dusts your lips once again, teasing you to trap it in between your lips. your head drops, falling against the counter. you open your mouth, and the tip of the feather rests on your tongue. your lips close around it, and you hesitantly suck. you're not sure what you were expecting; it's a feather, soft and flimsy in your mouth.

you jolt at an indistinct tickling feeling against your clit. you look back, feather hanging out of your mouth, to see hawks leaning back on a stall. he's not within reach to touch you, so...

"hng!" the foreign object presses your clit. the pressure strengthens against your tight bundle of nerves, and you can feel your slick drip out of you even more. a feather; though hawks made the consistency a bit more solid. the feather pushes against your pussy like a seesaw, making you reach for your high. you shut your eyes tight, lost in the feeling and desperate for release. the feather drags up and down your cunt, eliciting lewd noises, while your lips are clamped shut around the feather in your mouth. saliva pools in your mouth the more the feather teases your wet sex, and the familiar build of tension starts in your stomach. you yearn for the heat returned in full, to be so fulfilled in pleasure, and you rut against the feather in an attempt to reach your climax faster. the stimulation is suddenly gone, leaving you crying out.

"look at this," hawks sneers. a single, wet feather, dripping in a substance far thicker than water hovers in front of you. "open your mouth."

the feather slips out, and is replaced with a salty tasting one.

the taste of your arousal fills your tongue, and before you're given time to dwell on it, you feel warmth pressing against the back of your thighs. there's a clanking of metal, a shuffle of fabric, and you feel the tip of hawks' cock pressing against you.

"look at you, baby, so desperate for a fuckin' feather," he rasps in your ear. "should i show you how much better my cock is? hmm?"

you nod dumbly, the feather bobbing with you. 

"fuck," he groans, pushing himself into your depths. "so wet, so- slick- goddamn baby bird, you like it when i stuff you full of this cock?"

you hum a noise against the feather in your mouth, agreeing. he slipped into your pussy smoothly, lubricated by the abundance of your slick. once in, snuggled in deep, something in the man's composure snaps; he thrusts mercilessly, pounding deep in you. his fingers hold your hips, bruising them, you're sure - and the pain is sweet, a sick lolly against your tongue. 

"fuck, fuck, daddy's gonna fuck his babies into you, betcha'd like that, huh?"  you can't articulate your words properly with the feather in your mouth, but you attempt to agree. he doesn't care, continuing with his degradation.

"you're gonna give me my chicks, huh? be my bitch," he pants heavily. god, you can just imagine how he looks; hair falling onto his sweat-matted forehead, his eyes completely lascivious. a wanton moan spills from your mouth, and the feather falls, but hawks doesn't make notice of this. he continues to slam into you, pace unforgiving, burying himself to the hilt inside of you. squelching noises fill the bathroom, echoing off the walls.

you can only moan and clench around him unintelligently. 

"look at you... all fuckin' stupid and obedient, all for daddy, hm? so willing to let daddy use you as a cumdump, daddy's personal- fucking- cumslut- but you like that, huh? your pretty pussy's clenching around me. you like being talked down to, don'tcha? such a dirty slut. look at that, you're drooling."

two of hawks' fingers shove themselves into your mouth, and you salivate around them. it's messy, you know, and spit trails down your chin.

"look at me, chickadee," he commands. you crane your neck to look at him, eyes wide. "fuck, so slutty," he grunts. "you really like this, don't you? fuck- exposing your fucking cunt to every guy, huh? being used as nothing but a filthy fucktoy?"

you shake your head rapidly in disagreement, cheeks heating up. 

"no?" he chuckles darkly. "just my fucktoy, then?"

you reluctantly nod. 

"my stupid lil baby... so pretty with daddy's fingers shoved in her mouth..." he coos, and a surprising, fuzzy feeling emerges from the praise.

his unoccupied hand reaches down in between your thighs to stimulate your clit, rubbing fast circles against the bud. warmth pools and ties a knot in your stomach. the sugared indulgence of release that you'd so craved comes into view; the knot tightening and tightening and you feel fit to burst.

"c-cum for me, baby bird, cum for me, y/n," he stutters, making a guttural sound in the back of his throat. the fingers in your mouth pull out, falling onto your hips. the tight knot bursts into violent fireworks of ecstasy; your cunt gushes around hawks' cock, convulsing madly. the pleasure shatters you, and everything becomes a haze. you go limp against the counter, thighs shaking. you're not sure how much time has passed - hawks had been fucking you through orgasm, and, at one point, came as well.

"hey, feather," he whispers gently to you. "you did so well for me..." he strokes your back, making a plethora of calming coos and humming sounds

"did so well," you mumble. 

"don't worry about anything, dove, i've got it all handled."

your thoughts are all fog, and you allow yourself to lean into hawks. this is one of the rare times you're vulnerable completely to him; at his mercy, after a particularly hard session. rather, it's one of the rare moments that your true feelings are revealed; how your hatred is baseless, built on jealousy and attraction you deny.

not that you'll admit it.

[chaoticpuff17]

Suga We’re Going Down

part 5

masterlist

alright my darlings! here it is, and its a long one! and I have some links for you today! you can visit the National Palace Museum here! The website allows you to virtually explore this beautiful museum! as well as a link to the song she plays later in the chapter here. Enjoy, my darlings!--- chaotic puff

Everything was better when she was with Eun Jae. Her little guy was her favorite person in the world. Halmeoni was confused as to why she was spending a Monday night at the house, but she allowed it without too many questions. It was one of the things that Y/N loved the most about the old woman. She knew when to push, and when to let things lie. Halmeoni knew that she was knew that Y/N would talk to her when she was ready, and Eun Jae was happy to have his mother there with him.

He was a sweet kid. He really was, and there was nothing she loved more than cuddling up with him, but their little bubble had to burst eventually. The next day came too quickly for her, and much to her horror, Jackson was waiting for her outside when she and Eun Jae left the house both with their backpacks on.

“Miss Kang.” He greeted smile bright on his face until he caught sight of the toddler hanging onto her hand. His expression dropped into one of shock before a softer smile crept across his features. “Hi, buddy.” He greeted bowing slightly to the toddler who immediately hid behind his mother’s leg. Jackson was unphased though. “My name is Jackson. What’s yours?”

Eun Jae looked up at her as if asking for confirmation that it was okay to interact with this stranger. She nodded giving him a soft smile of her own as she gently pushed him forward. “Go on.” She encouraged not wanting to be rude. It was important to her that Eun Jae grew up with good manners. She did not want him to end up like his parents or her parents for that matter.

“I’m Eun Jae.” The toddler muttered ducking his head quickly before burying his face in her leg again.

“It’s very nice to meet you, Eun Jae.” Jackson stood up rubbing his neck as he glanced back at the car. “We’re going to need to get a car seat installed.”

Y/N froze. “You’re not going to have to tell Mr. Min about this, are you?”

Jackson’s brow furrowed in confusion. “Mr. Min doesn’t know?” She shook her head. “I don’t…”

She glanced down at Eun Jae making sure he was distracted before she started speaking to Jackson her voice low and rushed. “He’s my sister’s kid. She walked out, so he’s mine now. Mr. Min doesn’t need to know about him. My family doesn’t affect him.”

Jackson nodded in understanding. Family was family. Business was business. He could respect her wish to keep her family out of it, and the fierce spark in her eye was enough to convince him that he didn’t want to mess with her when it came to her family.

“I won’t lie to him, but I won’t tell him either.” He promised. “Do you have a car seat we can use for now?” She shook her head no. “Okay…” He thought for a moment. “We could….”

“I’m not taking him in that car without a car seat.” She snapped seeing the direction his thoughts were going. “We’ll take the bus like we normally do, and if you really want to drive us, you can come pick us up, with a car seat, at the end of the day.” She nodded giving him a firm glare before she smile turning back to the toddler. “Let’s go to the bus stop, buddy. Say bye-bye to, Mr. Wang.”

Eun Jae unburied his head from her leg and waved goodbye shyly.

“Bye, Eun Jae.” Jackson waved with a smile of his own as Y/N led the little one away a little more quickly than she would have normally.

She just wanted everything to go back to normal, but it was too late for that now. She’d already signed the deal, and everything else would have to wait until they were back on their feet and far away enough from financial ruin that there was no need for her to be signed away to Min Yoongi. But that was a long way off as of yet. For now, she’d focus on Eun Jae and classes. There was no use worrying over things she couldn’t change.

She dropped Eun Jae off at his preschool and then made her way to her own school. She’d see him later. She’d promised Halmeoni that she would drop him back off, as she had a doctor’s appointment today and couldn’t pick him up herself, and neither of them trusted her father to get him from school. If they did that, Eun Jae would never get picked up, and they would receive a very angry phone call from the preschool wondering why no one had come for Eun Jae.

Thankfully the day passed much as it always did up until her classes were over, and then there was Jackson waiting for her with that damned car.

Despite her sour look, he met her with a smile.

“I got the car seat!” He announced proudly as he opened the door to the backseat for her.

“I can see that.” She sighed as she slipped inside. “It’s a bit early to pick up Eun Jae yet.” She informed him. “I usually go home after class, but Halmeoni can’t pick him up today.” She explained.

“Well, what would you like to do in the mean time?” He asked as they pulled away from her university. She was silent thinking it over, and Jackson was suddenly struck by how young she was. She looked a little lost sitting there in the back of a car that was much too large for just one person. “Perhaps, we could go to spoil you for a moment.” He suggested.

“What do you mean?” She asked staring at him in the rear view mirror.

“Well, you have to go meet Mr. Min eventually, and he would want you to treat yourself.” He shrugged. “Get your hair done, your nails. Go buy yourself something nice. It’s on his dime.”

Her eyes widened in shock. “I really don’t think…?”

“You’re Agust D’s girl now. You have to look like Agust D’s girl. And you never know when he’s gonna call for your first date. Don’t worry. He’ll pay for it.”

She hadn’t thought about that. Technically, Yoongi was responsible for her clothing budget, but would it be added onto her payment like a reimbursement or did it only cover the things he wanted her to wear? But then again, Jackson said it was covered, and he’d been so nice. Maybe it would be okay to do something for herself. She was meant to look a certain way, she supposed.

“So what’s it gonna be, chickadee?” He asked flashing her a smile in the mirror.

“Nails maybe?” She fidgeted uncomfortably not knowing what to do. It felt odd to have access to someone else’s bank account.

“Nails it is.” Jackson nodded driving them off in the direction of the nearest nail salon.

As weird as it all was, she had to admit it was nice to get her nails done. She never had them done before, not professionally at least, and this was better than anything she’d ever been able to do on herself. She was musically inclined, not artistically, but there was still a feeling of guilt, of spending money on herself when her family needed the money far more than she needed a manicure. Her nails were never long anyway. Musicians didn’t normally keep long nails. It was odd to see them painted so prettily.

Staring down at her nails she had to wonder if this was going to be her life now. Would she have to look all put together all the time? Would she be constantly worrying that Yoongi would find out about Eun Jae? She didn’t want to be constantly worrying. She knew worry. She already had too much to worry about, and worry was exhausting. She couldn’t afford to be any more exhausted than she already was. There was too much to do these days.

She glanced down at her phone wondering when her first summons would come in. He had promised she’d be seeing him soon, but when was soon? Did they start having their meetings this week or next week? Either way she was expected to meet with him at least three times a week, not counting extra meetings he could ask for. Those at least she could refuse so long as she had a good reason, but she was smart. She was sure she could get out of a good majority of the extra meetings so long as Yoongi didn’t catch onto her dodging him.

She knew she wouldn’t be able to avoid all extra meetings, but she could dodge some of them. She’d have to. She needed time with Eun Jae, and she knew that weekends would be hard to balance between Yongi and Eun Jae especially when she hadn’t told Yoongi about Eun Jae’s existence.  They were the two men in her life even if Yoongi’s stay was only temporary. That did not make him any less a part of her life though. For now, at least, he was quite a major part of her life, and she’d have to treat him as such.

“Where to now, miss?” Jackson asked pulling her out of her thoughts.

“The preschool.” She gave him the address with a strained smile as she began to wonder how she was going to balance everything out. She had other jobs. She had school. She had Eun Jae. She knew this was the best way to settle their debts, but what had she been thinking when she’d agreed to this? How was she ever going to make this work?

Jackson took her home after they dropped off Eun Jae with Halmeoni. She rather unfortunately had a date to prepare for. She’d gotten the text while she’d been signing Eun Jae out of preschool. It was short, precise, a simple message saying for her to be ready by seven o’clock and the promise that appropriate attire would be delivered to her home. Other than that and a promise from Jackson Yoongi and his driver would pick her up later, she knew nothing.

When she arrived home, she was met with a package on her doorstep. She had to give it to him, he was nothing if not efficient. There was still hours before she expected him, but it at least gave her time to get ready even if he hadn’t told her where they were going.

The box contained a modernized hanbok. The top was done in layers. The first was white, and undershirt. The second was in a lovely shade of purple that trailed down towards her knees, and the last layer was a black jacket type piece. There was a black pair of pants to match, and a thick traditional style belt to tie everything together. There was also a pair of ankle boots which to her immense relief looked comfortable. The heel was thick and not too high. She could actually walk in them. Anything too tall or with a stiletto was always a bit of a challenge for her. The next thing she picked out where the two smaller boxes that contained her jewelry for the evening. One was a pair of lovely earrings, the other was a hair pin. It was a lovely piece with the main part crafted too look like a branch while the decorative piece at the end was fashioned into tiny silver leaves and little off shooting branches that surrounded a smooth round piece of jade with a silver stripe slashed through the middle. It reminded her of the moon.

There was one final thing in the box that caused her to laugh in disbelief. There sitting in the bottom of the box was something she had skipped over when she was looking at the hanbok and the shoes and jewelry, but there sitting at the bottom of the box, was a coat. It was a long thick wool coat that would hang down to her mid-calf. At the very bottom of the box, underneath the coat there was a note written in short quick strokes. The letters scrunched together slightly. It was the handwriting of someone who was used to writing in a hurry.

Because you won’t wear mine.

She had to laugh at that. He was respecting her wish not to wear his coat while at the same time taking care of his worry over her own coat. It was as sneaky as it was caring, and even she had to admit that it was a better coat than the one she had. It was warmer and better quality. And she very begrudgingly had to admit that she loved the entire outfit especially the coat.

She passed the first few hours till her date on homework. She had to get it done at some point after all. Even if she was a sugar baby now, school came first. School what was going to help in the long run, not Yoongi, but that didn’t mean she detested lesson planning any less. It was a necessary evil even if it left her wondering for the thousandth time why she had chosen to go into education.

Homework could only keep her occupied for so long though. Eventually, she had to get ready. It was simple enough. All she had to do was throw on the provided outfit, slap on some makeup, and pull her hair up into a bun sticking the hair pin through it, but then she was left to twiddle her thumbs as the minutes ticked by until Yoongi’s arrival.

In hindsight, she had begun getting ready too early. Now she had all this time on her hands to sit and think about what she was about to do. She had always been a worrier, and years of experience had taught her it wasn’t good to sit with her thoughts when she was nervous. The pent up nervous energy had her pacing the floor as she revisited the urge to tear her hair out from the roots. She hated that feeling, the feeling that your stomach is trying to crawl out of your throat. Worse than that, she felt as though she was going to crawl out of her own skin. She was buzzing with nerves.

Part of her couldn’t wait for Yoongi to arrive just to get this first date over with, but another more prominent part of her hoped that he would never arrive. But it was too late for thoughts like that, wasn’t it? She’d already signed the contract, and she was bound to it for a year. She could survive a year. It wasn’t like Yoongi was a creepy old man. He was young and handsome too. He was even kind, from what she had seen at least, and yet something just wasn’t right. He made her just the tiniest bit uneasy, and she couldn’t place her finger on why.

There was nothing about Yoongi that should have made her uneasy. He had been nothing but kind to her so far, but that didn’t stop that spark of unease telling her something was not quite right. She was determined to brush it off as nerves though. It had to be nerves just jumping to the worst case scenario as her mind was prone to do. She could blame that lovely habit on her wonderful parents. They hadn’t been a shining example of a good life. Something was always wrong when it came to them, and they’d taught her to expect the worst. It was almost a relief really that her mother was gone. She didn’t show up often, but when she did, she always brought trouble with her, and they really couldn’t afford any more trouble at the moment.

There was a knock on her door that pulled her out of her thoughts with a jump. That had to be him. With a deep steadying breath she got up and made her way to the door making sure to pull the coat closed around her before she did. There was nothing revealing about the outfit that he’d picked out, but she still felt exposed, but that had to be nerves as well. He made her nervous in a way that was completely different than the unease he gave her.

It was his eyes. Those eyes seemed to see straight through her without ever revealing anything about himself. They were almost catlike. He reminded her of a stray that used to hang outside of the restaurant. He was an old ornery creature, scruffed up from one too many fights with the other cats, but he had those same eyes. He’d stare at you as though he knew everything about you, and as a child, Y/N really believed it. She had been convinced that the cat knew all the secrets of the universe. Halmeoni had done nothing to dispel that belief either. She’d treated that scruffy old tomcat as though he was a prince. She’d told her that cats were bad luck, and that the old tomcat was a bad spirit. She kept the animal fed and watered as a way to appease the bad spirit. Now as an adult, Y/N wasn’t so sure that the cat hadn’t been a bad spirit. Her family certainly hadn’t had much good luck over the years, but it also wasn’t as bad as it could be.

Yoongi was like that cat. He, or at the very least the situation, was bad, but it wasn’t as bad as it could be.  She doubted though that Yoongi was a bad spirit come to torment her family. He was honestly the best luck they had had in a while even if it wasn’t in an ideal way.

She opened the door with a smile and was met with Yoongi standing there waiting for her with his hands tucked into his coat pockets.

“Hi.” She murmured shuffling her feet awkwardly.

“Hi.” He murmured back offering her his arm with a small almost imperceptible smile of his own. “Let’s go.”

“Lead the way.”

She took Yoongi’s arm and let him lead her towards the elevator. “I see you got the coat.”

“I did.” She agreed suppressing an awkward smile not sure what to say or do with herself. “It’s very nice, thank you.”

“Well, you didn’t seem to want mine.”

“Oh!” She groaned before looking at him apologetically. “I completely forgot to give that back to you. I can run back up…”

“It’s fine.” He interrupted his lips quirking up a little bit on edges. “You should keep it.”

“It’s really fine!” She rushed. “I can just take the elevator back up. It’ll only take a minute.”

“Keep it.” He insisted his first actual smile of the evening stretching across his lips. “It looked good on you.”

He found the stunned expression on her face cute. Everything about her was cute, especially the blush that heated up her cheeks as she averted her eyes. She was just so innocent. How could anyone not like her? How could all those people in her life leave her in the mess that was her life? How could her family have put her in this position to begin with? On the one hand he was grateful that they had. It meant that he got her. But on the other hand, he was just so angry on her behalf. She was too sweet to for her family. They didn’t deserve her, sweet soul that she was.

“So, where are we going?” She asked as they walked out to the car.

“It’s a surprise.”

The drive wasn’t terribly long, but it was quiet. Neither she nor Yoongi were much for small talk. He didn’t seem the kind for small talk, and the jitters had left her grasping at straws for something to say. Coming up empty, she settled on silence. It was mercifully not an awkward silence though. She kept her attention on the city going by outside the window, and Yoongi, unbeknownst to her, kept his attention on her until they reached their destination.

“The museum?” She asked as Yoongi helped her out of the car. “It closes at six doesn’t it?” She turned to him in confusion, tugging her coat tighter around herself to ward of the evening chill.

“I rented it.” He shrugged wrapping an arm around her waist as he saw her shiver. He couldn’t do much for her until they got inside, but he could offer her what little body heat he could with a simple gesture.

“You rented the National Palace Museum?” She asked staring at him with wide eyes as he steered them towards the steps leading up to the entrance.

“Yep.”

“Just like that?” “Just like that.” He nodded leading her up the stairs. “I need to do some research for an upcoming mv. Thought it would be more fun with company.”

“So you rented the museum?”

The concept was mind boggling for her. Who rented a museum? She knew he was famous, but couldn’t he go to the museum like a normal person? Plenty of celebrities went out. A hat and a face mask worked well as a disguise, and no one would be expecting Agust d at the National Palace Museum. It didn’t exactly fit his image. The big tough rapper going to the museum? She didn’t think so. His fans wouldn’t exactly be looking for him there.

“Seemed like a nice date, and you don’t seem like the kind of girl who goes to clubs.” He shrugged again as the climbed the steps.

She bristled at that. “I go where you want me to go.” She sniffed straightening her spine. She knew she shouldn’t be offended. She wasn’t the kind of girl that went to clubs, but she was bristling anyway.

“I didn’t mean it badly.” He chuckled looking down at her fondly. “But this seemed like a better option, and I’d appreciate the company.”

She sighed forcing herself to relax as they reached the top of the stairs. “So what kind of mv are you making that needs research at the National Palace Museum?”

“It’s for a track called Daechwita. I wanted a historical vibe for it.”

“Daechwita is a traditional type of music.” She nodded understandingly. “Military march or royal procession type of vibe?” She asked as Yoongi helped her out of her coat once they got inside.

“Bit of both.” His eyes widened slightly as he took in the sight of her in the outfit he had picked out for her. It looked better than he had imagined it would.

The layers of the hanbok draped around her elegantly while the colors complimented her skin and hair wonderfully. It wasn’t sexy per say, but it was extremely hot to see her in something he had bought for her. His mind was already whirring with the possibility of all the things he could fill their wardrobe with. He planned on spoiling her rotten.

He liked seeing her hair pulled up as well. It exposed the length of her neck to him. He couldn’t wait to mark up that neck. She’d look so good covered in his marks, but she wasn’t ready for that yet, but soon.

“Then we’d better start researching.” She smiled eyes sparkling with excitement as Yoongi shed his own coat.

She couldn’t lie. She really did prefer the museum to the club, and the idea of being able to wander the museum after hours with no one else around was too exciting to pass up.

Yoongi grinned following after her as she wandered off into the first exhibition room.

He didn’t have to follow for long though as he found her just past the doors examining the first of the exhibits, a painted screen and a throne.

“Joseon Dynasty.” She said her arms folded comfortably around her. “The museum focuses mostly on the Joseon Dynasty. This screen, well the scene on the screen there are two more upstairs, traditionally sat behind the throne of the king.” She explained her eyes glued to the painted silk in front of them.

“It’s not a very intimidating throne.” He commented stepping up next to her. “Doesn’t look comfortable either.”

“Well, if you were king, you could make your throne look however you wanted.” She shrugged. “There’s been more than one throne, but the screen is traditional.”

“Why?” He asked wanting to hear her talk more. She was relaxed for once. She was never relaxed with him, and he didn’t want it to end. It was also cute to him how she seemed to know so much about the exhibit. She’d probably been before, but she was looking at the exhibit as though it was the first time.

“It represents harmony and balance. See how everything is symmetrical, fitting of the perfection of the king?” She motioned towards the screen drawing his attention from her and back to the exhibit. “Everything in it is long lasting, the mountains, the trees, the waterfalls. It’s supposed to represent the benevolence of the royals.”

“Even if the royal wasn’t benevolent?”

“Even if they weren’t benevolent.” She agreed.

“I’d pick a more comfortable throne.” He mused eyeing the wooden seat.

“Well, it’s not for lounging on.” She laughed looking at him with a bright smile.

“It could be.”

“Lazy king. Lounging on his throne instead of ruling.”

“Maybe he was a tyrant.”

“Maybe.” She agreed. “But look how beautiful it is. The detail that went into it.”

“It’s beautiful.” He agreed looking at the golden creatures drawn all over the panels of the throne, visions for his mv already taking hold in his head. “Why the screen though?”

She shrugged. “Screens normally sat behind the seats of the powerful. You see them in every historical drama. Sometimes more than one. Royalty needs to hold a sense of divinity and majesty. Everything from the clothes to the jewelry to the throne needed to display that.” She explained her tone soft, respectful.  “It’s why the throne was always on a dais and why the king and queen always had opulent robes.”  

“You know a lot about history.”

She startled a little blushing sheepishly. “It was always my favorite subject in school.”

He hummed nodding his head as he turned his attention back to the throne. “So the king should definitely have a screen.”

She nodded gently. “And lots of things in gold.”

He held out a hand to her, palm up. “Shall we?”

She eyed his hand for a moment, trying to decide if she wanted to take his hand or not. It was such a simple thing, holding someone’s hand, but it was such an intimate thing as well. Friendship, romance, comfort. Those were all things that could be conveyed in the simple act of holding another person’s hand. She’d have to do things that were much more intimate in this arrangement though, so she placed her hand delicately in his allowing his much larger hand to envelop hers as he led her to her next exhibit.

It was a case full of seals, all shaped like turtles. Each seal had a corresponding piece of paper stamped in red ink to show what the seal looked like when it was stamped.

“Why are they all turtles?” Yoongi asked staring down at the seals.

“Because they’re like dragons.” It was his turn to stare at her incredulously. Turtles like dragons?  

“How is a turtle like a dragon?”

“They rule over all the bugs, and they live a long time, longer than anything else around them usually, like a dragon.” She explained smiling softly. “And turtles are cute.” She added on her smile stretching into a grin her nose scrunching up in a way that Yoongi found absolutely adorable.

“I still don’t think turtles are like dragons.” He shook his head repressing a grin of his own. It was so good to see her smiling though, not nervous smiles real happy smiles.

“Agree to disagree.”  She shrugged before tugging on his hand leading him further into the exhibit. “That seal across from us is King Taejo’s seal.” She explained pointing across the room. “It’s why it gets its own case.”

“How do you know so much about all this?” He asked as they moved further into the exhibit.

“My grandfather was a history teacher.” She explained her smile dimming becoming softer, sadder. “He used to take me here when I was little.” He hummed in understanding waiting for her to continue. “He died when I was seven, but I’ve always loved history because of him, and he loved this place.”

“I’m sorry for your loss.”

“He was a great man.” She hummed tilting her head as she thought. She shook her head slightly before a bright smile lit up her features, bright but a little strained. “Come on. There’s a lot more to see.”

And that’s how they went through the museum. Yoongi kept her hand safely tucked around hers. She pointed out her favorite exhibits, laughing about how uncomfortable the royal women’s palanquin looked compared to the king’s, and Yoongi hung off her every word, attentively taking note of the things that he could incorporate into his music video. He found her knowledge of the museum and its artifacts endearing. Her eyes would light up when she showed him her favorite exhibits. She’d been so tense and hesitant when she’d first taken his hand, but now every time they slipped apart for even a moment, she didn’t even flinch when they rejoined their hands. She had even been the one to grab his hand at one point, and Yoongi was practically beaming.

He had wanted something more secluded and easy for their first date, but he had never expected it to go as well as it had. The museum, the dinner for two he had set up for them on the second floor, it was all more perfect than he could ever imagine. She was perfect. He never wanted her to stop smiling. He loved that smile of hers. Just from this one night he had a million ideas, songs he wanted to write for her, places he wanted to take her. She liked hanok houses? He would buy her one. He’d buy her a piano and a cello too, the nicest cello he could find to fill the house with music. He’d buy her anything she wanted so long as she kept smiling at him like that.

It wasn’t nearly as bad as she expected either. Y/N actually found herself having a good time. Yoongi wasn’t so intimidating after all. She still had a lingering sense of unease at the back of her head, but it was easier to ignore now. Even if the intimate nature of the outing was a little too close to a date for her liking, she could actually see herself getting through the year now. It wasn’t going to be so bad. It helped that he was a gentleman. He pulled out her chair, helped her with her coat, opened doors, all those things that gentlemen are supposed to do. The happy atmosphere of the evening came crashing down though when Yoongi drove her home, but it wasn’t her home.

All the nerves came back with a fury. She was inexperienced, but she wasn’t naïve. She knew what was expected in their arrangement, but she that didn’t mean that she wasn’t horribly nervous. Yoongi could see it too. He watched all the color drain from her face as they pulled up to his building, but he squeezed her hand reassuringly as he led her into the building dismissing his driver for the night.

“It’s okay.” He assured her gently ushering her into the building as the escape route drove away leaving her stranded with Yoongi.

She nodded nervously, looking back at the entrance as though the car would magically appear to take her back to her own home.

Okay. Everything was okay. That was what she kept telling herself over and over again. It had to be okay, but she couldn’t stop the way her hands were trembling, and she was sure that Yoongi could feel it. Her hand was still enveloped by his own. She knew he’d noticed. He squeezed her hand reassuringly as he took her up to his penthouse apartment.

She had to admit that his home was beautiful, but it was too large for just one person. The apartment was done in shades of warm gray, and even though it was large, it still had the appearance of being lived in. Shoes were scattered by the door not having made it into the shoe rack. He flung their coats haphazardly across the table in the entryway before giving her a pair of guest slippers to wear. There was a coffee cup left out on the coffee table, and sheet music spread over the piano nestled in the corner of the living room.

It was the piano that drew her in. It was a gorgeous instrument. Coming closer she realized that a lot of the sheet music spread across the instrument was hand written.

“Did you write these?” She asked turning back to look at him where he stood a few feet away.

“Yeah.” He nodded moving forward a little.

“For the same album that the new mv is going to?” She asked picking up a few of the papers to look over the notes scribbled down in the same scrunched up scrawl that the note from the box had been in.

“Some of them.” He nodded coming up next to her to look at the particular song she was holding. “That one is for something else though.”

“What is it for?” She asked looking over to him.

“Not sure yet.” He shrugged.

“Can I try?” She asked tilting her head towards the piano, and a gummy grin spread across the man’s face.

“Please.”

She took a seat at the bench as Yoongi helped her arrange the sheets properly. “You’re sure this is okay?” She asked her fingers hovering over the keys.

He nodded again, and she turned her attention to the music.

“What tempo?” She asked noticing the lack of instruction. But it was hand written, and that was to be expected.

“Andante at the beginning. It builds up to be allegro around here.” He pointed out a particular measure and she nodded in understanding before putting her fingers to the keys.

Hand written notes were always a little harder to read, but his hand writing was neat enough if not a little scrunched. Her fingers drifted across the keys filling the room with the sound of his music. Yoongi thought his heart would stop. Hearing her play his music, in his home, it was like a dream, and she was as beautiful of a pianist as she was a cellist.

Her fingers danced across the keys, her attention fully on the music. It was enchanting, and Yoongi knew he had made the right decision as he watched her play.

She filled him with the desire to compose as well as an intense urge to protect her. She was such a sweet soul, and he hated that she’d been driven to this even if it brought him her. He would protect her though. He would always protect her.

When she finished she folded her hands gently in her lap.

“You play beautifully.”

She laughed smiling up at him contentedly. “You compose beautifully.” She complimented before looking down with a blushed. “It’s late. I should head home.” She stood up skirting around the piano bench.

“Stay.”

She froze looking at him like a deer caught in the headlights. “What?”

“Stay.” He repeated. “It’s late. Stay the night.”

He could see the panic setting in as her eyes darted across the room searching for an exit. “I really should…”

He huffed amused a smirk playing on his lips as he watched her. “No funny business. It was a busy day, and I’m tired. Stay.”

He watched as she debated her option her eyes flitting between him and the door. “I don’t…”

“I’d like you to stay, but you don’t have to.” He assured her slowly making his way towards her.

“Just sleep?” She asked her voice shaking slightly.

“Just sleep.”  

She waited a minute, debating her options before sighing. “Okay.”

part 6

[sweet-honey-tears]

No, I’m Not Leaving🪶

Keigo Takami x GN! Reader

Hi everyone! Here’s the result from the poll! I think I may have gone a bit off from my own prompt but it should be okay. There is reference to a recent Hawks post I made in this!

Warning: maybe an implication of sex(depends on how you take it), swearing

Spoiler but warning?: Hawks does almost get forced into a relationship with a woman. So if that’s triggering, I wouldn’t read

“We just think you should display more affection to your fans. Like you did 3 years ago.”

Hawks paused, thoughts twirled in his mind as he tried his hardest to understand what was being asked. They didn’t mean the flirty way he acted before he started to date you? Right? But the way you looked at him, soft eyes filled with concern only clarified his thoughts…The phone, which was on speaker, kept going.

“Like before you found it”

“Ha I’m sorry wanna remind me what it is? Because Endeavor isn't here.” Hawks joked, but tension lay in his eyebrows. Your hand reached over to his, squeezing his fingers in your palm. This wasn't going to go well…. Anyone could see it.

“Your ‘chickadee’, is what we mean Hawks. They’re becoming a problem.” Hawks tensed slightly and you could sense the shift in his feathers. Things that usually were overlooked by the public, but not you. You could see the slight change in his eyes. How they oh so subtly became sharper. More pointed and slanted.

“I don’t see a problem with them. Quite far from it actually.”

“They’ve changed you, you don’t act the same!” They were guilt-tripping him- trying to at least.

“Yeah for the better.”

“You don’t interact with fans the same-“

“You mean I don’t flirt constantly? I think if I did my image would take a heavy toll considering almost everyone in Japan knows I’m in a committed relationship.”

It took a while to get to his current behaviors, IE his current level of flirty-ness. He couldn’t go cold turkey with his flirty ways, it would be suspicious. And thankfully, you understood that. You actually told him it would be smarter to ease off slowly so it wouldn’t be to noticeable. That being said, it did still make moments in those past years tense, when a fan would get too handsy at the ‘Single’ and ‘Eligible’ Hero. But Keigo always made sure afterward to show you you’re his one and only.

But when word broke a year and a half in, shit got crazy. Some fan excepted it and others revolted. They hadn’t even seen your face, just you in a giant coat walking with the pro hero on a fall day. Your finger intertwined. The commission tried to persuade him and subtly weaken your relationship. In one instance they sent him on a 5-month mission with minimal contact. But you were still here.

There was silence over the phone.

“They don’t look right with your image.” Of fucking course. “ They look shabby! And they’re not even a hero, far from it, they’re a civilian.” Hawk's fingers weaved into yours, squeezing them tight, trying to ground himself. “Need I remind you you aren't supposed to even be dating? You have one person on your arm for the main hero event and that’s it.” There was a pause, “but since you feel so inclined to need a relationship-“ You let a silent hiss of anger leave your lips at the audacity. “we’ve contacted the agency in America, and they’re sending over one of their top heroes for you. Her name is Moon Light and she’s a lot fitter-“

“No”

“I’m sorry, what?”

“I said no.”

Moon Light: some stuck-up hero he met once during a recruiting event. Her image evolved around money and fame. Yeah, she was pretty-  gorgeous really, and she was fit. But she was a hero so it was expected. She trained to endure the worst and be the best. But fuck that, you were the best. Your beauty topped hers. Your kindness and honesty could drown the little bit of humanity that woman had.

“I’m not leaving them for her”

“Hawks I don’t think you realize that you don’t have a choice.”

“No, I do.” You stared at Keigo, your mouth agape. He hadn’t ever used the tone of voice before, at least not in front of you and especially not when talking to the commission. “Because I’ll make my relationship TRUELY public if I have to. And I’ll have fans support it to a point of god-like status.” You heard a sharp inhale on the other line.

You’re eyes scanned his, there was no hint of a lie. You may just become a public figure soon. And that’s okay. At least you’d still be with him.

“Hawks-“

“And if our relationship then ‘comes apart’ due to you- I will quickly bring into spotlight Miss Moon Light, And I will watch with glee as my support tanks”

“You wouldn’t”

“Trust me, they mean more to me than this.”

Silence. “We’ll get back to you… but consider our-“

“No” He hung up.

[danny-chase]

Delirium - read on AO3

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Batman (Comics), Titans (Comics), Batman and Robin (Comics) Rating: Not Rated Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Tim Drake & Damian Wayne & Dick Grayson, Roy Harper & Lian Harper, Lian Harper & Dick Grayson, Lian Harper & Damian Wayne, Dick Grayson & Roy Harper, Tim Drake & Roy Harper Characters: Tim Drake, Damian Wayne, Dick Grayson, Roy Harper, Lian Harper Additional Tags: Hopsitals, delirious, Anxiety, Panic, POV Tim Drake, Canon Divergence, Good Sibling Tim Drake, Damian Wayne is Bad at Feelings, Tim Drake is Bad at Feelings, Hurt Dick Grayson, Dick Grayson is Batman, Tim Drake is Red Robin, Damian Wayne is Robin, Lian never died, Angst with a Happy Ending, Hurt/Comfort, Dick Grayson gets a forehead kiss, Batfamily (DCU) Feels, Batfamily Dynamics (DCU), Caring Batfamily (DCU), fluff at the end, Teen Titans as Family, Tim Drake emotional whump, Damian Wayne emotional whump, Lian Harper is a ray of stubborn sunshine on a cloudy day, gunshot wound, Head Wound, Coloring Books Series: Part 4 of Bad Things Happen Bingo Summary:

The one where Tim has to be the oldest for like five minutes and decides he doesn't like it (but does a good job anyways).

Full story under cut

“Alvin? Alvin… Draper?” A nurse called from across the room. Tim pulled his head out of his hands, careful not to jostle his fake moustache. “This way please.” She intoned, waving a hand towards a bustling hallway.

Damian nearly leapt out of the stiff plastic chair, and he slowly followed suit, trying to act causal. He doubted he was fooling anyone; his legs shook as he walked forward, and he was pretty sure he left a ring of butt sweat on his seat. Taking deep breaths to calm his fraying nerves, he concentrated on taking steady steps forward – he didn’t care much for Damian, but there was no way he’d let a child go through this sort of thing alone. Especially one who probably had never visited someone in the hospital (let alone been in one) before.

 He’d gotten a panicked call from Barbara a few days ago. Gotham in ruins, streets in chaos… the usual. Bruce was gone. He couldn’t miraculously pull them out of these things anymore. The first Batman was dead, and this time… they could lose the second.

 “Report.” Damian demanded, his harsh tone penetrating Tim’s thoughts. He was suddenly aware of the chaos of the hallway, of people jostling them as they rushed by, a cacophony of machines squealing and loud voices, and bright lights illuminating tacky flooring. He’d fallen a pace behind and quickened his step to stand firmly next to his… little brother.

 As much he’d tried to deny it, at the end of the day, that’s what bound them. Fealty to a dead man, he’d once hoped they could be something more – but this family was ripping apart at the seams and Tim had to wonder what even kept them all here anymore.

 Though – that wasn’t hard to figure out.

 Dick was in trouble, and he came running. He’d been in trouble and Dick had come running. They were brothers in every sense of the word, without Bruce tying them together. His stomach clenched at the thought that it might all be lost to him forever, and he swallowed the bile burning at the top of his throat.

 Dick had this way of making you feel like you were the only person in the world – when you talked to him, he listened, gave advice, and would drop anything to help. He quickly crawled his way into your life, cementing you as family. Things were never perfect, and they’d had their fights, but Dick always bent first, forgiveness freely given rather than earned. Tim had needed that. And from what little time they’d spent together, he knew Damian did too.

 Panic. That was the only way to describe how he felt. He couldn’t be that for Damian – he couldn’t be Dick. He let out a shaky breath – Dick had to be fine – he couldn’t – not after Bruce – he couldn’t do this again – he was on the verge of shattering after finally picking up all the broken pieces of himself and –

 “I said, report.” Damian squeaked. He jolted back into reality, steading his breath, and replaying the last few minutes, his mind trying to catch up.

 The nurse seemed unamused, her nostrils flaring and brow tight as she glanced back. “Sorry, my brother’s a little uhh… stressed…?” He stammered, not wanting to offend Damian – or worse, start an argument in a crowded hallway. But he didn’t flinch at the comment, a testament to the seriousness of the situation they found themselves in.

 Dick was shot in the back of the head, and Tim honestly had no idea if they’d gotten him medical attention in time. He could be comatose for the rest of his life, would never breathe on his own, never talk to them again, never walk, never think, never… god… he’d never talk to Dick again, and it was all his fault for being too late, too unprepared, too much of a failure to-

 “The operation went well, we need to keep him for observation, but we’re hopeful he’ll make a full recovery in a month or two.” Tim blinked back tears as a weight lift off his shoulders, bringing a hand up, covering his eyes for just a second. He looked up to find Damian frozen; too stunned to move. He gently placed an arm around his shoulders, tugging him along so he wouldn’t be swept up in the tide. Surprisingly, that much was allowed today, the child’s thoughts were elsewhere, so Tim focused his thoughts on him.

 Damian was only ten. And he’d almost lost Dick to a fate worse than death, after seeing him shot before his eyes, helpless to stop it. They didn’t have hospitals in the League, it was kill or be killed, and then there were the pits. Had he ever watched someone recover naturally?

 “He’ll be okay.” Tim hissed, in a tone that only Damian could hear. Damian startled back into the present, glaring at him briefly, shaking off Tim’s hand, and storming after the nurse. He kept his expression carefully out of view.

 They turned into a private hospital room, pulling the door shut behind her, and winked. “Timothy Drake-Wayne and Damian Wayne, I presume.”

 He could feel the kid freeze beside him, his own heart threatening to escape his throat.

 “Oh, sorry - don’t panic, I’m with STAR Labs, we’ve worked with Richard and his team for years.” Damian huffed in annoyance. “Your identities aren’t compromised; Oracle made the arrangements for our team to take over when he arrived.” She passed her clipboard to Tim. “The walls are soundproof, you can stay as long as you want, I trust you can get out on your own, and it’s not like I’m going to stop you if you decide to stay longer than I recommend.” She sighed. “Just, don’t distress the patient, he’ll be confused when he wakes up, it’s normal. Call if you need, our monitoring systems are top notch, we’ll be watching – but not listening of course.”

 And with that, the nurse turned on her heel, exiting as fast as she’d arrived, leaving Tim opened mouthed next to a wide-eyed Damian.

 He watched as the door slowly turned on its hinges, picking up speed until it slammed shut. Almost immediately it popped back open. “If he tries to get up, don’t let him escape.” She rolled her eyes. “You human patients are always the worst.” And with that, she was gone. A few awkward, silent moments passed.

 “Are you coming, Drake?” Damian’s voice had lost its normal edge, as he determinedly stared at the windows. He couldn’t see Dick from where they stood, but he could make out the edge of the bed, a pure white sheet neatly tucked under the edge.

 He shifted, hesitantly - he always hated this part. But regardless, he took the lead, striding forward, and allowing Damian the comfort of walking in someone’s shadow. Because even if he wouldn’t say it, there was no way the kid wanted to do this alone. He couldn’t replace Dick – was thankful he didn’t have to, but this – this was the least he could do.

 Hospital beds have this way of making the people inside them seem smaller. Tim braced himself as he stepped into view, and well, it could be worse. Dick was out cold, drooling on his pillow still hooked up to a few monitors, which steadily droned and beeped in the background. A lump of gauze and bandages swathed the base of his skull.

 Damian flitted past his side to sit in the chair next to the bed, and Tim sprang into action, taking the chair next to the window. He flipped through the charts without really reading anything, and the two sat in stony silence. Pulling out his phone, he scrolled through dozens of missed calls and unanswered texts before shoving it back in his pocket.

 He spared a glance at Damian - he was curled up in the chair, grimacing and staring at the wall. He didn’t dare try saying anything more, lest they start fighting in Dick’s hospital room. He contented himself with staring out the window, watching the dawn break, violets and purples dancing across the sky. The sun rose with pinks and oranges blossoming soon after.

 Things would be okay. They had to be okay. He slowed his breathing, focusing on the sky rather than the scent of disinfectant. The steady beep of machines slowly fading into the distance. Closing his eyes, he could pretend for a moment, that this was normal. He was in a hotel, maybe on a vacation, in some city that wasn’t destroyed every few months. There had to be a place like that still out there.

 A little chickadee hopped around on the windowsill, fluttering back and forth, before flying off again. “Bye.” Tim snapped to attention, whirling around to find Dick squinting out the window. Damian sprung out of his chair. “Bruce?” He asked confusedly, frowning at Damian.

 Panic flickered across the kid’s face, and he recoiled, stepping back. “No. I’m Damian, don’t be foolish.” His voice wobbled at the end, and Tim’s heart throbbed painfully at the way Damian stiffened, meticulously shutting off any signs of vulnerability.

 “Remember what the nurse said, he’s going to be confused for a bit.” Tim reminded, striding over to sit at the edge of the bed. Dick went back to looking at the now closed window. “Dick, you with us?” He leaned into Dick’s line of sight, trying for a smile, and waited for a minute before leaning back. “I’m going to take that as a no.”

 “-tt-” Damian stepped forwards again. “Don’t bother him, Drake.” He spat.

 Tim didn’t really know what to say, so he didn’t say anything at all. Damian climbed back into his chair, tucking his legs up to sit crisscrossed, his back stiff and upright. Tim grabbed his chair, pulling it closer to the edge of the bed. He placed a hand over Dick’s, rubbing a finger over his knuckles, taking comfort in the fingers twitching slightly under his own.

 Dick was alive. He would live. Would recover. He hadn’t lost his older brother.

 “His name’s Tim.” Dick mumbled after a few minutes. Damian rolled his eyes. “Tim.” Dick repeated, his eyes glassy as they gazed through Damian’s forehead.

 “Yeah?” Tim lightly tapped Dick’s hand. He didn’t move from his focus.

 “Tim. Tim. Tim. Tim.” He continued repeating Tim’s name, staring up at the ceiling.

 “Why is he doing that?” Damian demanded, jumping out of his chair. Dick obliviously repeated the word, seemingly unaffected. “Drake, she said the operation went <em>well</em>.”

 “I dunno.” He sighed, Dick probably had no idea what was going on, nor would he remember this. “Look, he’s delirious, he’s going to be messed up for a bit. He got shot in the head.”

 “I know that. I was there. But if the operation was successful, then why-”

 The door opened, and they fell silent, footsteps approaching. Roy Harper poked around the corner; a phone pressed to his ear. “Okay, he doesn’t look too bad, all things considered. Hey, you, kid, you should actually answer your fu-fudging phone.”

 “That’s a dollar for the swear jar.” A little girl, Lian, he presumed, materialized at his side. She carried a bag with her and zoomed over to Damian. “Daddy says you like to color, so I brought crayons.” She grabbed a pack from her bag and shoved them at him. Damian looked mildly disgusted but took them anyway. “Say thank you.” Lian demanded.  

 Damian opened his mouth, but no sound came out. Tim glanced at Roy, he winked, doing his best not to laugh as he finished talking with whoever was on the phone.

 “Thank you.” Dick replied, patting Lian’s head. His eyes seemed to find hers before darting away to stare at the ceiling.

 “Not you.” She groaned. “Him.” She pointed at Damian.

 “Thank you.” He repeated. Lian cracked a smile, giggling.

 “Don’t laugh, it isn’t funny – he’s delirious.” Damian replied harshly, eyes narrowing. Lian shrugged, turning, almost sizing him up. She was only maybe an inch shorter than him, if he had to venture a guess.

 “Uncle Dick is always happier when you laugh.” She pointed out. “It’s contagious.” Sure enough, a wide looping grin had materialized on Dick’s face.

 “But we’re in a hospital.” Damian looked outraged; his hands balled in little fists.

 “Daddy says laughter is the best medicine.” She retorted, crossing her arms. Roy tossed his phone (it landed perfectly in the center of the little dresser next to the bed), and scooped up his daughter in a big hug, sweeping her off the ground.

 “Look, kid.” He looked down at Damian. “I know this is scary and it sucks, but my kid’s got a point.” He kissed the top of her head, prompting more giggles. “She’s a smart cookie, and this isn’t exactly her first rodeo.” Damian’s ears flushed, his face unchanged, but his ears beet red.

 “This is not my first rodeo, and if you were more competent, than-”

 “If Dick was a dumb-, I mean, if he was more competent, we wouldn’t be here.” Roy pointed out, speaking over Damian. Lian smacked his face lightly.

 “Daddy, that’s rude.” Roy rolled his eyes. Dick started speaking in a language Tim vaguely recognized, looking displeased at the argument.

 “Sweetie, I’m trying to make a point.” He set her down, ruffling her hair. “Why don’t you get out the coloring book and let Damian pick out a page.” Damian opened his mouth to comment, but Roy cut him off. “Look, you should see how happy Dick is when Lian gives him coloring pages. I think he’s earned one from you.” Damian closed his mouth. His brain seemingly compiling the information. “What she said isn’t wrong, he’ll recover faster if he’s happier, Timbo, you’re a bat-nerd, back me up here.”

 “Well according to a study done in-” Roy held up a hand.

 “Point made, don’t put me to sleep.” Tim rolled his eyes, remembering why he used to avoid hanging out with (some of) Dick’s friends. For now, he joined Roy in staring down Damian, Lian gazing at him too, an unlikely team up in a battle of wills.

 “Only if Drake makes one too.” Damian miraculously relented after a few minutes. Tim nodded, peace from Damian was worth doing some coloring. Dick would be incredibly happy – these pages would likely be framed; it would be worth it to see the smile on his face. It was worth it now to see Lian’s face light up, as she rushed to unpack her things.

 “Oh, and I brought Uncle Dick a stuffy.” She pulled out a stuffed elephant and placed it in the crook of his elbow. “Say thank you.” Dick replied – still not speaking anything he could place, and Lian smiled, Dick smiled back.

 “What’s he been saying?” Tim asked, looking to Roy, as Damian slid to the floor, selecting coloring pages with Lian. Roy sat on the side of the bed, carefully leaning Dick forward, to get a better look at the back of his head. He whistled, ignoring Tim for a moment.

 “You really did it to yourself this time, jeez Dickie.” He muttered to himself before turning back. “He’s speaking Navajo, he was counting to ten earlier, and he told Lian thanks.” Roy rolled his eyes. “Would you believe his pronunciation is always better when he’s like this?”

 “No, that seems on brand.” Tim mused. “Apparently my French gets exponentially better the less I’ve slept.” Roy shrugged, and turned back on Dick.

 “Quit rubbing off on the kids, you don’t want them to turn into you, yah? Bunch a’ weirdo bat-nerds.” Dick was apparently, not listening, and was more into petting the plushy.

 “Zitka.” He replied, showing it to Roy. Roy patted his shoulder.

 “Yeah buddy, I know. Isn’t she cute?” He leaned in, pressing a quick kiss to Dick’s forehead. Something seemed to click in Tim’s brain, as Dick garbled on, fascinated by the toy.

 “How many times have you done this?” He asked, watching as Roy leaned back, taking the seat next to the bed. He shrugged.

 “I stopped counting after Blood fried his brains, back when he ran around in a V-neck.” Tim cringed, that was before he even became Robin. “Don’t look like that, he didn’t die.” Not that time, or this time – but things had been too close for comfort more times than Tim wanted to think about. Roy’s fingers drummed against the armrest. “I don’t know, Garth tried out the elephant thing a while back. It keeps him happy.” He pulled a book out of Lian’s bag, starting to flip through the pages. “Take nap kid – you look deader than him. Lian and I got this covered.”

 Tim leaned back in his chair, tucking his legs up with him. He watched as Dick happily turned the toy over and over in his hands, blearily blinking at the world. Damian was quiet where he sat on the floor, inspecting each of the colors. By the time he put his first stroke to paper, Tim was already fast asleep.

[yandere-mha-blog]

Chapter 11: New home

Words: 2166

“Man, this mask is not cute at all.” The girl said as you looked at her 

“I think it looks fine, all that matters is that it works.” you said

“Oh look, some new friends.” She said looking at a girl with long green hair, adn girl with short brown hair, and before you knew it she was out of your line of sight and sliced the brown haired one arm, before you even knew that happened, she was fast. She grabbed the slash mask and her friend placed an arm in front of her

“Is your arm okay?” she asked “what type of person just comes swinging out to cut someone with a knife.”

“Asui and Okacho.” you said as you were still in a tree, good thing hawks taught you how to use your quirk for blimbing and packing

“Who said that?” Asui said

“How do you know our names?” Okacho said looking around

“The sports festival.” Asui said

“Correct.” you said as you looked at Toga

“To shallow not enough blood.” She said as you were kept on look out and out of sight “usually with a  good wound I can just suck out the blood, but with this it makes it so much easier, so i'm going to stab you now.”

And with that toga charged and Asui flung ocacho out of the way and right towards the tree you were in, you grabbed her by the suspenders and flung her back down before she could run down to the camp and alert the others, you had to make sure to avoid her hands otherwise you could be sent to the atmosphere and never returned

“Tsuya, I found the other one.” She said

“Aww tsuya is such a cute name, i'm going to call you that too.” Toga said pulling her mask down to give a smile

“No only my friends can call me that.” Asui said as she tried to run but toga flung a needle at her it got caught in her hair and she was pinned to a tree, ocacho made eye contact with you as you patted the sides of your belt, aka telling hawks you needed to go up, which he did, a system of touches to indicate, left, right, up or down

“Tsuya she can fly, must be her quirk.” Ockacko said as she ran to help her friend who toga was about to drain, and to your surprise she was able to take toga down, the two were having a chat, before toga stabbed her in the leg and drained her, you patted your belt and feel down and kicked Ockacko off, and getting toga back up.

“Thanks bestie.” She said as a group of guys came into view, time for you to leave

“(name) there are too many here and I don't feel like dying.” TOga said and you nodded and grabbed her and patted your belt to go up “bye bye besties- oh who is that.”

“Who is who?” you asked as you were on your way out.”

“The green haired one covered in blood and mangled.” Toga said

“Oh izuku midoriya, he destroyed himself during the sports festival, he is really strong but his quirk has a habit of destroying his body.” you said as you set her down and got the notice that The guy you had been sent to capture was good as got, you looked over at Mr, compress who had been the one to get him, then you saw hawks land in a tree and stare the kids down, he put his hand out and Mr, compress set something in his hands as the kids were yelling for their classmate back, you patted your belt and hawks sent you flying to him

“Huh where did she come from?” izuku said “hey give him back.”

“What bakugou does not belong to anyone you egotist.” Mr compress said handing you a marble

“Now which one of us has the Bakugou? That is the question.” He said and booked it, you gave hawks a look and he sent you flying in the other direction, and hawks in another one, the kids split up

“The nighthawks have to have him.” Todoroki said “he is the fastest so he is trying to get away, 

“I got a plan.” izuku said as you are sent on your way, hawks had entrusted you with tokoyami, once you were far enough you patted the belt and he let you down, you look into the marble he was passed out and asleep, you didn't feel right about this, this isn't right. You broke open the marble and The bird you saw at the sports festival was laying on the ground unconscious

“Are you going to kill me?” he muttered out

“No.” you said and patted the belt and flew off, hawks on the other hand was laughing at the kids attempt to catch up to him, he thought he would throw them a bone and slowed down, right before he crushed the marble and a giant boulder came out and the kids ran into it as they fell, hawks used his feather to stop the bolder from crushing him

“YOu are fast, but not fast enough, and you really think they would interest a free bird like me with a big stakes mission.” 

“GIVE HIM BACK.” Izuku said, hawks gave a half smile

“He is that way, hope you are fast enough this time.” Hawks said and flew off to regroup with you, you landed on his back

“We tricked em, this is all over, the portal is going to open up soon.” Hawks said “between the fire, toxic gas, a tank of a man being demolished by a teenager, lets go.” Hawks said

“What did you do?” you asked

“Eh nothing much.” Hawks said remembering how he sent Muscular over the side of a cliff after The finger destroying kid broke all his arms, before looking over to you and placing you on his back “Lets go...oh you have gotta be kidding me.”

“What happen?” You asked

“They are leaving without us...screw them, I'll find our own way home.” Hawks said before turning himself around and getting out of the training camp, you briefly heard the blood curdling scream of a student yelling for his friend.

Hawks was a master of stealth however when word caught wind that Nighthawk and “talons” as they dubbed you, what a dumb and mediocre nickname, how original. Still Hawks isn't talking much on the way back, maybe he was mad that his so-called “companion ditched him to get caught with the others that were defeated. The two of you landed on top of a building and you slid off of hawks back and looked over the skyrise.

“Alright hand him over.” Hawks said sticking out his gloved hand

“Hand who over?” you asked, you knew playing dumb wouldn't work but maybe it woudl of been better if you told hawks about your slight change in plans.

“The student, Tokoyami, the one I handed over to you for safe keeping.” Hawks said “did you lose him?”

“Of course I didn't.” you said

“Great, then hand him over.” Hawks said

“...i didn't lose him, but i did.” you gulped “I Didn't take him with us.” “Oh.” hawks said “You did what now.”

“...look It didn't feel right okay.” you said “i don't care about what this “League” is doing, but i don't want to be put under kidnappers.”

He looked upset, he looked a bit angry, then he let out a sigh of relief, putting a hand to his chest as he exhaled. 

“Ah i knew i could trust you.” he said then patted your head “

“Excuse me?” you said

“It was a test chickadee, look I didn't want to help those people, and they knew that, but if they knew i wanted to get on of the U.A kids then they would let me off the hook with all that suspension.” he said waving his hand “But they had there eyes on me, not you that much since you aren't well known, i didn't want them getting their paws on anyone but...well devil's advocate i guess.”

“So you aren't angry that-”

“Nope stop being a worry wart, but still I can tell this is going to set off something big...so how about we get out of Kamino and hang out in the countryside for a bit.

“What do you mean something big is about to happen?” you asked

“My third secondary covert is puffing up, which means something bad is going to happen, and I don't want us to be around when it does.”

“You are a very weird man, but I'll trust your gut...or feathers.” you said as he used one to tickle under your nose as you swatted it away

“Stop that.” you said

“Nah.” he said as he kept tickling under your nose till you sneezed

“Ew you got your snot on my feather.” he said, shaking it off before reattaching it.

“So where are we going?” you asked

“You will see once we get there.” Hawks said with a smile “now hope on i've had my rest hope back on.”

“Are you sure you don't want to rest for the night, you look a bit tired.” you suggested

“(name) im fine now let's get going, I don't want to travel in the morning.” Hawks said, you internally signed and hoped on his back again and the two of you were off, you wondered where he was taking you exactly.

So standing outside an old shack that looked like it was on it's last leg was a bit of surprise

“Welcome home.” He said

“What type of dumb is this.” you said

“Hey, that's no way to talk about a man's childhood home.” Hawks said moving a piece of plywood

“Childhood house?” you said as you say hawks open the door only for the door to home off the hinges, the wood was so old the screws just slipped out.

“That is easily fixed.” Hawks said “And yes this rusty old shack is where i would sleep, eat and shit as a kid.”

“Was it always this ummm run down?”

“Your harsh words wound me.” Hawks said as he used his wings to get the cobwebs dusted out, well it was Hawks you trusted him so you walked in, only for the floor bored to crash under you Hawks caught you and lifted you up and placed the piece of plywood that was covering the door on the floor

“Sorry should of warn you about that boobytrap.” Hawks said, ``We remove this plywood when we go out, or when we sleep, so if someone tries to come in, stitch to the bottom.” Hawks said

“Okay then.” you said “Any other bobbytraps I should know about?” you asked

“Hmmm there is this one bean that if you lean against will make the one above it swing.” Hawks said pointing to the beam with the “X do not touch.”

You gave him a side look and kept walking around, you saw an old tv that was covered in a thick layer of dust, you dusted that off with your hand, this palace was littered with cans, trash, dust and whatever that green stuff was.

“You really lived here as a kid?” you asked

“Well I did till my dad got caught by the authorities, then me and my mom had to skedaddle.” Hawks said

“...Where is your mom?” you asked

“Doesn't matter, I don't know, like I said she thought I wasn't worth the trouble of having around so she abandoned me on the street because the HPSC was after me.” Hawks said “Wonder how different things could've been if the HPSC did get a hold of me.”

“...well, you weren’t, why is your dad arrested anyways?” You asked as you found an old tattered blanket

“Petty thief, murder, jaywalking.” Hawks said “oh hey look at my blanket you found it i forgot about this tattered thing.”

“Oh I was going to use it as a dust rag.” you said handing it over, and Hawks tossed it to the side

“Look I know the palace sucks, but we gotta lay low for a bit okay.” Hawks said, as you patted his head

“I know.” you said “we just grew up in very different conditions yet we are in the same spot.”

“Well when you put it that way you make it seem like there is no hope.” Hawks said “I wonder if the water still works. I got to clean my wings.”

“Okay i'll try to make a bed.” you said as he left and you smacked a couch cushion against the floor trying to remove the dust before you heard hawks scream from the bathroom

“WATER WORKS BUT IT'S FREAKING COLD!” He yelled out, you gave out a tiny laugh before getting back to work.

[whumperooni]

I gotta ask before I go to sleep--top five bnha big brothers!

nii-chans! nii-chans! nii-chans! (*°▽°*)

I, uh, maybe got a lil rambly toward the end, but I just couldn’t help myself;;;;

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1) Natsuo Todoroki

The blueprint, my heart, my love, the keeper of my soul. Natsuo-nii is the best big brother ♡♡♡♡♡ He just wants to make you laugh and smile and stuff your lil cunny with his cum until it can’t fit anymore in. King of aftercare and simp of the year. He gets jealous, yeah, but that only makes him dote on you even more so all your attention goes back him ♡

2) Mirio Togata

Maybe a little out of left field for me, but Mirio would be such a good big brother!!!!!! He’s caring and playful and always up for adventure! He’ll keep you out of trouble while making sure you’re having a good time and he’s always down to watch so good they’re bad movies that leave you wheezing and giggling on the floor. Loves to tickle you and see how breathless and blushy you get. Loves to kiss you in the middle of it and get you mewling when his tickling fingers switch to kneading your breasts. Big bro Mirio is more than happy to let you sit on his lap and he’s even more happy to let you sit on his face!

A silly nii-chan who thinks you’re nothing short of perfect ♡

3) Keigo Takami

Keigo-nii is only number three just because he’s always so busy :c It’s not his fault he’s a busy birdy, though, and he always, always makes it up to you! Whenever he’s home, he takes you on shopping trips and buys you the prettiest lingerie and all the shiny jewelry you could ever want. He loves to come home and find his cute little sister in the kitchen making dinner for him and he loves to eat our your sweet lil cunny while you’re trying to do the dishes ♡ 

King of cockwarming- he adores nothing more than to have his adorable little chickadee sit on his dick while the two of you watch movies and chit chat. If you fall asleep on him, he’ll slowly and softly hump into you until you’re nice and warm and bred and then he’ll carry you to the bedroom so he can tuck you in.

4) Eijiro Kirishima

Kiri-nii is loud and happy and so energetic! There are moments of weakness, though- little slices of time whenever you can see the self-doubt worm its way into his mind and flicker across his face. All he needs is a big, warm hug and several kiss to the cheek, murmured words of validation from his lil sis to make it all better.

He’s a great cuddler and he revels in domesticity- he loves it whenever you wear an apron when cooking and he actually has fun cleaning the house for you because that means turning up the tunes and singing loud, grabbing onto each other and laughing while you spin around the kitchen and dance.

Kiri-nii likes to go out with his friends and he loves to drag you along too! He’ll brag on you so much it’ll make you feel like you’re head is gonna pop and he loves having you sit on his lap so he can wrap his arms around your waist and hook his chin over your shoulder while you beam and soak up the attention from his friends. If he goes out without you, you can expect him to come home drunk and grinning. He’ll be quick to pepper you with warm, smacking kisses as soon as he sees you and he’ll be even quicker to throw your legs over his shoulders so he can indulge in his favorite treat ♡

5) Hitoshi Shinso

Oh, Shi-nii. Oh, Shi-nii. 

Hitoshi is a stricter big brother than the rest- he’s a little quicker to annoy and a litter quicker to snatch you away from anything he deems is inappropriate for his lil sis to be involved in. Shi-nii has a long list of rules for you and as long as you follow them, everything is peachy keen! But if he thinks for just one second that you’ve broken one, then you’re in for it. He’s not afraid to use his quirk on you and he’s not afraid to lay you over his lap, spank you until you’re sobbing and apologizing with broken little pleas. Hitoshi is possessive and protective, but it’s all for your own good- he reminds you of that when he’s wiping your tears away with his big hands, when he kisses your forehead and tells you that he only does what he does because he cares.

Which he does! He loves his lil sis and he wants to make you happy. When he’s not being a strict guard dog, he’s busy doting on you in his own little way- making your bento each morning and picking up your favorite treat from the store, dropping lazy kisses to the top of your head while the two of you snuggle up after dinner to watch a movie. He helps you study and he listens to your problems, takes them in and mulls them over before dishing out his always solid advice.

You sleep with Hitoshi every single night- there’s no doubt about that. While he doesn’t really sleep as much as you do, he’s content enough to lay with you curled up beside him, content enough to stroke through your hair while you nuzzle up against him in your sleep. Shi-nii likes to wake you up by burying his face in your sweet little pussy and he loves whenever you wake him up by mouthing over his thick cock. He’ll give you lots of praise and send you off with a cunny stuffed full of cum before he lazily begins to get ready for his own day.

A good, strict nii-chan that just wants to keep his lil sis out of harm’s way ♡

Honorable mentions: Shoto, Bakugou, Kaminari, and Shoji!

Dishonorable mentions: Touya

[i8jisoo]

𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐘 𝐊𝐈𝐃𝐒 ⇉ stray kids & nicknames

skz x reader | reactions

↬ genre; fluff

↬ warnings; nothing

↬ notes; i thought this was rly cute idea anyways

bangchan 

personally, you two would probably only use these alone but there would be your slip ups where you used the nicknames around each-other. i honestly see you calling him like either channie or roo, but he’d probably call you the standard names like baby or babe, but also like i somehow see him calling you like little joey strangely enough?

he’ll come back home and just go, “i’m back babe!” or he’ll have you coming to the studio and be like, “there’s my little joey!” 

in your case you would probably use these while you two are on the sofa cuddling, bored out of your minds, and you’d just be like, “channie, what do you wanna do today?” or if bangchan is upset or stressed, you would just run your hand over his hair or leg, just like, “roo, what’s wrong?” 

minho

i sorta imagine you using nicknames more than him, which he really enjoys but nicknames just can’t seem to fall from his lips as often as you let out. i feel like he prefers just using your name or sometimes — rarely — calls you kitty. your nicknames could range anywhere from honey or catty. catty will only come out if he’s acting like a baby or you are returning his nickname for you.

minho will be laying in bed, bundled up while looking at his phone, giving you a huff as you were still drying your hair. “kitty!! come to bed.” he’d whine, your lips perking up into a smile. you’d turn around so quickly, dropping your towel for your hair. 

“catty!! i’m here!!” you’d shout, joining him in bed with soaking wet hair.

or you two would be together, at a dinner with the rest of the boys and you’d let the words slip. “honey!! he’s asking you a question!” minho getting so flustered and just everybody going crazy at your nickname, “y/n..” 

changbin

he loves it 100%. he is nott afraid to let you use any nicknames for him and he’s not afraid to use any for you. names like binnie and baby-boy especially he melts at, this man is weak at the knees when you say those names. he might call you angel or poppet, he learned how to say poppet and it was set as your contact name everywhere. 

one day the boys would all be together, sitting for a break in the practice room. “hey who’s pop... pet?” jisung would question, looking over changbin’s phone. changbin would reach for his phone so quickly, going into text back to you. 

6:43 - poppet    what should i make for dinner binnie!!

6:45 -  baby-boy      just get takeout angel

hyunjin

he doesn’t mind these names being used, usually liking it and just going with it whenever you decide to call him princess or sweetie. princess is definitely used during private intimate moments, whether it be lewd or just you two lying together, you’ll call him princess. i kinda have a thought of him calling you sweetheart or bug, like a tiny bug - definitely not caterpillar but more ladybug in mind.

at first he was unsure about princess, but one day you just said it while you two were cuddling, feet tangled with a fuzzy blanket thrown over you both, and you just went, “princess, i love you.” he’ll just cuddle into you, turning so soft and blushy at your words, “mhm, love you too bug!” 

or if you’re around others, sweetie is the way to go. “sweetie, which one do you want?” or “sweetie, which one do you think looks better?” he’ll be like, “this one sweetheart!”, pointing at something or grabbing whatever he wanted.

jisung

kinda thought of the names squish and little squirrel, meanwhile he might call you, petal or squirt. he thought of the turtle squirt from finding nemo everytime he saw you, so why not give you the name squirt? i think petal would be a more domestic nickname, using it around the house when he’s tired or maybe when just being around you anywhere in the house. 

the name squish really came from when you were on his lap, your hands pressed against his cheeks while he was giving you a pout. “look at my squish!” jisung’s eyes literally glimmering when he hears your nickname. “and look at my squirt!” he’d shout, mirroring your actions and squishing your face as well.

or he’ll be writing really late at night, you’re just standing at the doorway, “hey, little squirrel,” the l dragging out at the end, “you need to come to bed.” jisung sighing while turning in his chair, “but petal..” he looks at you, “no buts, you can finish in the morning you’ve been up in here for hours.” 

felix

i see the common lix being used, otherwise you call felix bun-bun. it came naturally, felix is your little bun-bun. his smile and freckles, with his cute lil nose just gave you the nickname bun-bun. i think felix might tend to call you chickadee or sunshine, he is with it when it comes to cute nicknames to call you. you guys will use the nicknames anywhere, i think y’all are pretty used to them so you guys may or may not have forgotten your real names. 

“lix.. m’tired..” you murmur, spreading out like a starfish in his lap. he’d pout, laughing at you. “well sunshine, it’s time for bed! no wonder why!”

felix will come up to the counter, sitting on top of it while watching you. “what’s up chickadee!” you turning and smiling at him, looking at his pajamas and slippers on his feet. “what’s up with you bun-bun, you’re up early!” his hands coming up to his face, blushing at the nickname with a big bunny smile.

seungmin

obviously you call him minnie but something about you calling him pretty boy will make him so shy. he blushes instantly at your words and turn into a mess, especially if you give him a kiss or play with his hair after. i think seungmin would call you bubby or mousey, the names rolling off his tongue naturally when he first started to call you that.

“minnie!! can you come here real quick!!” you call, he’s already out of his room and down the hallway to come to you. you’re probably on the couch and he’ll join you. “hey mousey!! what’d ya’ need?” he’d ask, cuddling into you, and just running a hand through his hair, smiling. “nothing minnie, just wanted you.”

he’ll be leading you around the store, leaning on the cart, in pajamas at two in the morning. your tired appearance contrasts his excited appearance, he’ll be standing looking at the bags of snacks in front of him before side hugging you. “bubby wake up!!” he says excitedly, way too excited at this hour. “you tire me out pretty boy.” seungmin literally beaming at your nickname, already leading you to the next aisle.

jeongin 

imma start off with his, he uses this all of the time, regardless of where you two are at or how loud he says it, he calls you dummy. he’ll say it and then smile, a literal demon. he also calls you pet, for whatever reason, pet stuck with you. you call him puppy, but think of a chihuahua who doesn’t stop barking, that’s exactly what you mean. you also call him hon, giving his cheeks a little squish. 

you two will be brushing your teeth together, side by side, jeongin will have his toothbrush in his mouth. “dummy, you have toothpaste everywhere.” he says, pointing at the paste dribbling down your chin. “hon, sorry, but i hate you.” you mumbled, spitting out your toothpaste in the sink and cleaning your face. 

“pet!!” he whines, pouting at you. “puppy..!! what!!” you exclaim, pretending to be annoyed. “can you get me water?” he gives you his little sad eyes, you frowning and groaning as you got up from bed to go retrieve his request. 

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