#prince hawks

[the-omnipotent-phlowr]

FAR AND WIDE (old work in progress)

gn reader x prince hawks ___________________________________________________________

    Keigo wasn’t one for journalists. They always lurked around the house trying to prod an answer out of him for whatever annoying question they had. They were all old with a weird understanding of boundaries. He could tell they were walking on eggshells trying not to offend a noble. But somehow, they still managed to irritate him with their ridiculously personal questions. 

    He knew why. 

    He’s a prince. Not the crown prince — that was Natsuo’s problem — but albeit a prince as well. But still. Most princes got some peace and quiet. But Keigo? He got none of it. After his hero work all day, he has to juggle multiple reporters asking, “How does it feel to be a prince and a hero?” or “What do you do on your time off?” To which he responds, “I just relax and try to enjoy it. I am pretty busy, so I don’t get much time to myself.” Then he winks and says something cool so the high school girls would be happy. 

    But his opposition to them didn’t matter. Every two years or so, an old journalist gets replaced with a new one (who’s always just as old), and they’d be toured around by the next senior journalist next on the pecking order. This year, things were different. The new journalists had no one to show them around; the senior journalist had died. So now it was his job, as goodwill to the company they worked for. 

    He walked to the waiting room and opened the door. Waiting for him with an article of guards was a journalist around the same age as his father. Wait. There were meant to be two. He surveyed the room and saw the second one with their back turned to him. Much younger and very out of place. “Good afternoon.” He smiled. “As you might know. My name is Takami Keigo, son of Koshaku Akiyama Sen and Koshaku fujin Akiyama Yukio. It’s a pleasure to meet you.” He bowed. 

    “It’s a pleasure to meet you, Your Grace.” The older journalist bowed. The younger one quickly turned to him and followed suit, repeating what the elder lady had said. 

    They’re about my age. He hid a small smile with his hand. This might be interesting. 

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    Y/N wasn’t really supposed to be here. They were actually supposed to be reporting on heroes in action, not the Akiyama family. But here they were, a journalist with their dreams crushed into little specks of dust. Who cares about royal families in this day and age? They were just really rich people who happened to have titles. The only one who’s really important is the emperor, and people stopped caring about him when he retired from hero work. 

    Kitagawa was supposed to be here instead. But he wasn’t. So now they worked for a noble family and they couldn’t do anything about it. And now, they were waiting in the front room of the Akiyama’s home for a prince to show them around the house. 

    The prince, Takami Keigo, was their only taste of what their career could’ve been. A prince and a hero, the number two hero in fact, only second to All Might. But they were to focus on one thing and one thing only. Nobility.

    “Good morning.” Their shoulders rose and they froze. “As you might know. My name is Takami Keigo, son of Koshaku Akiyama Sen and Koshaku fujin Akiyama Yukio. It’s a pleasure to meet you.” The prince was behind them. 

    “It’s a pleasure to meet you, Your Grace,” Hina greeted the prince and they spun around and bowed with their head at eye level with their knees. 

     “It’s a pleasure to meet you as well, Your Grace!” Y/N rushed. The prince was wearing a formal light-purplish suit jacket with a black undershirt. Seeing him in real life made them understand his fans. He wasn’t some hot j-pop idol, but he was still an attractive public figure and hero. 

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     As the tour commenced their eyes glossed over every nook and cranny of the building, trying to memorize the layout as they did Tokyo and Musutafu. But they also listened intently to everything the prince had to say, absentmindedly responding to any questions asked. At the end of the tour, he dropped the two off at their rooms and left explaining that he had some other business to attend to. 

     Y/N said their regards to Hina and walked into their guest room. Hina was a middle-aged woman who’d been studying the royals for two years before she was chosen with Y/N. She was sweet but a bit of a neat freak and would re-organize your office for you if you weren’t careful. Y/N on the other hand only studied royals when they had something to do with hero work, royals like the Emperor or Shoto or Hawks. But somehow they were chosen for this assignment instead.     They plopped down on their bed, too tired to start unpacking, and stared at the ceiling. Tomorrow was the first day, and the two of them had to work on a story by the end of each week. And they had to do that for two years. Y/N sighed. “Shit.”

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i probably wont finish this, but i was bored so here's a reader fic (i don't do those often)

[reds-skull]

Had the passing thought "what if Gaz had long hair" a few days ago and I just had to draw it

(Actually obsessed with 'hawked Gaz...)

[junespriince]

Bruce: why are you living in my city, West.

Wally: because these horrible working conditions and me coming back from the "dead" legally has financially ruined me and your city is so cheap and so used to undead people I have no other choice but to move there!

Wally: and I don't even like it either, the other day I told someone trying to steal my kidneys that I can't allow him to because I sold my organs to Tim for a loan for an apartment to be harvested once I die.

Wally: hell I haven't even told Dick I live in Gotham because I'm too embarrassed I didn't have enough to love in Bludhaven. My own villains and uncle Leo was about to steal from a bank with the help of my cities to help but I had to turn them down. Do you know how embarrassing it would be to come back home to your auntie and uncle because you're broke and homeless? I can't let them down there. So shut up we're neighbors.

Bruce:

Clark: Bruce...

Diana: oh my gods...

Arthur: I have a place if you want to crash there for a bit.

Kyle: duddddde you should have came to me idiot, we could have been roommates!

J'onn: yikes.

Victor: dude... Not cool

Bruce, sweating: welp now he knows...

Wally, paled: you didn't turn off comms...

Dick, in Bruce ears: WHAT DO HE MEAN BY WORKING CONDITIONS, you know what no, NO! Star we're going back to earth our hubby sold his organs to Tim. TIM I SWEAR no, BAT MEETING ONCE PLANET SIDE!

Bruce, nervous laughing: I'm in danger.

Kyle: I vote me to be the new leader!

Wally: boy you hate being in command. I vote for Connor anyways.

Connor: finally, I can tell you guys to stop fighting with authority.

Kyle and Wally: nah

Connor: yeah I know.

[ririsasy]

Perhaps it's a baby boy bottom thing, doing that raising one of their shoulders thing in such a cutest most adorable manner known to mankind in their lover's arms? Hmm

[altermentality]

There's enough room in this spotlight for both of us 🦅🍄

[puffinpatrol]

BCE!Billy Au

Ancient Billy (Thavma?)

Born a Demi-god of Hecate, he was created as the vessel of the living lighting and the Champion of magic.

Since it’s Billy himself that is the vessel, he doesn’t really have the big buff adult Captain Marvel form.

He also looks up to and holds Wonder Woman and Hawkwoman with the upmost respect.

If anyone has more ideas I’d love to hear them!!

[theflashjaygarrick]

I choose to believe that Diana Prince, Connor Hawke, Zatanna Zatara, Buddy Baker, and Damian Wayne are all part of a group chat that is exclusively used to share vegetarian recipes and restaurant recommendations.

[thevaelguard]

On my Sebhawkris agenda AND Sebastian is bi agenda <3

[yuriinadress]

DC Pride 2023 covers

[capes-and-arrows]

Oliver Queen // Mr Robot S4 E11, "eXit"

[janmisali]

Super Mario Bracket: PRINCE PEASLEY vs RAWK HAWK

Prince Peasley

SEED: 32 (20 nominations)

SPECIES: Beanish

DEBUT: Superstar Saga

BIO: the prince of the Beanbean Kingdom

[Super Mario Wiki article]

Rawk Hawk

SEED: 97 (7 nominations)

SPECIES: Hawk

DEBUT: The Thousand-Year Door

BIO: the champion of the Glitz Pit

[Super Mario Wiki article]

[link to all polls]

[twentytwoarts]

gijinka doodle dump ft. a lot of gay stuff for some reason

[bonbonbatty]

*two bodyguards proceed to drag him away*

[takami-takami]

Keigo thinks he's never seen a prettier boy in all his sorry life.

Something about that sleepy spark in your eyes, the air you carry with the clink of your heel against each step— it could bring a man far stronger than him to his knees. Keigo becomes ever so acquainted with the sight of your back as he chases after you, a lovelorn soul helpless to the wiles of a boy and the taste of their lips.

A longing nestled in the deepest pits of his chest calls him to protect you. He couldn't explain how he knows, should you ask him.

He just feels it.

You could be his prince if you'd grace him with the chance to be your knight in shining armor.

And like the loyal knight he is, Keigo follows your invitation to your chambers as if bogged under a spell. As you lounge on the edge of your bed, he kneels. His lips ghost along your knees when he unlaces your boots, preening into the fingertips that thread through his hair and scratch his scalp. The crackles of fire in his eyes only fall dim in the moments his lashes flutter shut.

You play him like a harp of sorts: plucking him reverently, wholly unaware of the way your presence rivals an angel's to him— your body might as well be golden wheels, covered in eyes and rotating in cloaks of fire.

Your voice, too. It's enough to send jolts of electricity to his core, pangs of need from an unmistakably potent lust.

"Are you sure you want—"

"Yes," he breathes out with whatever is left in his lungs. Another kiss, trailing up your thigh. "God damn it, please let me make you feel good. Let me make you sing, just for me."

Keigo is not a man above begging. When he has his eyes set on what he wants, his heart follows quickly in suit; and there is no shame in that heart tonight, no hesitancy to breathe exactly what's on his mind into the open air as long as there is a sliver of a chance you could inhale it into your lungs.

"Do it," you mutter. Keigo's wings audibly flap with excitement, feathers trembling soon after. "I want you—"

You hardly finish your sentance before he crawls above you, caging you beneath him and crashing his lips against yours as you grant him permission to indulge in the finest delicacy to ever grace his tongue.

His head dips down between rolling shoulderblades, breathing sigh after sigh into you as you flick open the buttons lining his thin, cotton white shirt.

It's not often you find Keigo wordless— his mouth tends to run in bed, tends to entice you open with sweet nothings. He can't help that he's chatty; but all those words fall silent on days you reunite after an aching absence, after missions keep him away to protect you from a distance from the dangers of the world.

"Sweet boy," you murmur against him. "Feeling soft today, huh?"

"Mhmm," he all but moans, the little nod dusting tufts of hair over his eyes. "Missed you. So, so much." He punctuates each word with kisses, greedy and latched onto you at the lips.

You laugh as you pull away, getting up to his displeased hum; but oh, that pout is quickly soothed once he sees what you're doing.

Digging through the mahogany drawer by your beside, careful not to knock over the candle that illuminates your room, you fetch a vial of oil and dangle it for him to see.

"Catch."

Like a puppy fetching a treat, Keigo's fist expertly plucks the vial from the air.

He couldn't hold himself back from pouncing if he tried.

[aqua-dan]

The difference in the interactions kills me every single time

[altermentality]

Glitzville Gala