#sds hawk

[the-face-in-the-mirror]

I cannot express how LOUD I squealed the moment I scrolled down and saw Zeldris' rewrite after months of being away from Tumblr and I legit cannot praise you enough for the absolutely delicious serving. You did that man justice in the best ways possible!

And of course, I LOVED what you did with Margaret and Veronica along with Gilthunder, Guila, and Jericho! They're absolutely stunning and love the more roles they play in here.

And Helbrim- (I cannot for the life of me remember how the hell to spell this guy's name, he always eludes me. So I just spell it however it sounds like to me) -and his added lore actually brings home the angst! And adds more world building. I love it!

Zedris and Guila have to be my favorite rewrites, I love their designs that I just stared at them for a good solid 30 minutes just taking it all in!

Now then, for me questions in this rather jumbled up and messy ask; Is the Boar Hat changed at all? What kind of role does Hawk and his mom have in this rewrite, is it roughly the same? Or are they taken out completely?

Apologies for the rather jumbled writing, I don't have time to edit it all neatly so sorry if something doesn't quite make sense.

OMG, it's so good to hear from you again! :DDDDD I'm so glad you like the redesigns I've done since you've last been on here. I do pride myself on Zeldris' and Guila's redesigns if I do say so myself... I have a knack for creating people, what can I say? ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

As for your questions: yes! Hawk and his mama will still be in the rewrite, because they are simply perfect. I love them with everything I have. Although, Hawk might be a girl this time just because it feels right for some reason. Either way, we all know Hawk transcends gender.

I think they'll roughly have the same rolls as they do in canon, with slightly adjusted designs just to account for art style. Hawk's abilities may be changed a bit as well because they always just seemed kind of random and out-of-nowhere when they showed up in season 2. I also think that Mama, this giant pig that just wanders and chills, being the original prison of Chaos and essentially one of the most powerful beings in all of Britannia, is absolutely hilarious, so of course I'm keeping that. And, because I loved seeing the little bits of her own personality in canon, I hope to convey her as more of a character rather than just the vehicle that takes us from place to place. (Love you, Hawk Mama, they could never make me hate you)

And the Boar Hat will have minimal changes; the layout was always a little bit unclear to me so I'll be adjusting it a bit. Since Mama Hawk is technically "hollow," since she's basically a moss shell, there may be a basement for cold storage, and more rooms for the Sins to stay in since it's never fully established what upstairs looks like outside of a few scenes - Meliodas made the Boar Hat to stealthily look for the Sins, after all, and even if he didn't have the expectation that they would travel with him I think he would still have set up the place with them in mind. And, slightly unrelated, but Elizabeth actually gets her own room this time instead of just sharing one with Meliodas since it seemed a bit weird to me that she was sharing a room and a bed with the guy when she only just met him. But that's just a side note.

Thanks so much for asking, I love your questions!! XDDD

[amberskywrites]

Eternal

Chapter 22 - Confrontations

Chapter 1 | Chapter 21 | Chapter 23 || Masterpost | AO3 Link | FF.net Link

Fandom / Genre: Nanatsu no Taizai (Seven Deadly Sins) / Canon-Divergent and Hurt/Comfort

Pairings: Meliodas/Elizabeth, Zeldris/Gelda, Meliodas & Zeldris & Elizabeth & Gelda

Overall Story Warnings: Angst with a happy ending, Canon-typical violence, Canonical character death, Canon temporary character death, Cursed characters, Lmk if I need to add anything else!

Chapter Warnings: None, lmk if there’s anything I need to add!

Story Summary:

Eternal…

life.

reincarnation.

silence.

and chains.

For 3,000 long and painful years, these four have been doing all they can to lift their curses. They have failed, again and again and again. With only a sliver of hope left, they try once more.

-

Or, what if Zeldris accepted Meliodas’ offer to go with him 3,000 years ago?

Ban ignored King following them, fixed solely on the collection of lights flying further and further away from the others. Eventually, the lights vanished as they entered a clearing.

No, vanished wasn’t quite right.

He couldn’t see them, see her, but he could feel her. Ban took a deep breath, the only sound with King frozen. At least- he assumed King was frozen in place. And then he started speaking, floating up next to Ban. He was glaring.

“What are you doing here, Ban?”

Ban leaned back, away from the fairy, and forced a bored expression across his face. He hummed low and waited a moment before answering, watching King’s expression sour further. Then he let a smirk form, no matter if he actually felt smug or not.

There was one thing Ban would always be good at, after all. And it was pissing off King.

“I think you know what I’m doing here.”

King scowls further. “How dare you even come here, after all you did? How dare you smile to my face, if you know well what you’ve done?”

“How dare I?” Ban’s expression grew disbelieving. King didn’t respond for a moment, cooling his expression and lifting off Chastiefol. Before Ban could finish blinking, the sacred treasure was behind him and suddenly his limbs were gripped and pulled apart. “What the-?!”

“After the Sins split up, I decided to return home. I hadn’t been home in centuries. I was horrified to come across the Fairy Forest burnt to the ground. The Fountain of Youth gone, the forest abandoned and trees charred as far as the eye can see. No sign of the Saint who was guarding the fountain and the forest…

“It took me a while to realize what had happened.” King tilted his head at Ban. “I never questioned why a human seemed so indestructible, unkillable. We have all committed grave sins, but I never… I didn’t even think that anyone had committed one so heinous. I didn’t think you had killed the Saint of the forest and drank from the Fountain of Youth.”

Ban barely held back a scoff. “So what, is this a ploy to avenge her? You just said it yourself- I’m unkillable!”

A small, self-satisfied smile graced King’s face. “Maybe not normally, no,” he said, holding out his hand. “Spirit spear Chastiefol, third configuration: Fossilization.” Ban’s eyes widened as behind him a whirring sound pierced the air, followed quickly by the squish of flesh and guts being torn out.  “You never did pay attention to anything anyone else talked about. If it wasn’t something to fulfill your greedy desires, it went in one ear and right out the other.”

Ban stared at his chest where the spear impaled him - and King sure did have a thing for impaling him, huh? - and watched as a gray started to crawl over his body outward from the spear. It felt… odd. Not painful. A tingling sensation, as if his body was slowly falling asleep.

“Are you watching, Elaine?” King murmured, only audible to Ban because it was otherwise so silent.

Ban took a deep breath a moment before he could no longer properly feel if he was actually inhaling air still, looked back up at King as the petrification spread to his neck, and smiled as gently as he would ever smile in King’s presence.

“Do you have any last words, a deathbed confession perhaps? I won’t forgive you either way, but still.”

Silence, as the last of the petrification enveloped Ban. “Then suffer alone for all eternity here in the Necropolis without dying it ever finding peace,” King said quietly after Ban refused to say anything.

 King was left staring at that infuriating smile. “Goodbye, Ban,” he said softly, smile disappearing. Chastiefol withdrew from Ban completely. King took one last look at Ban, committing his stone face to memory. 

--

“Maybe we should turn back and look for Ban and King?” Hawk asked. “We haven’t seen anyone!”

“We’ll meet up with them soon enough, have patience,” Zeldris scolded lightly. 

“We have been walking for a while, are you sure they’ll be alright?” Elizabeth asked. “You said Sir Ban might see someone he cared about a lot here.”

“Zel,” Meliodas sighed, tone toeing the line between exasperated and disappointed.

“She was going to talk to him earlier, I don’t know what you expected me to do, telling her not to talk to him out of seemingly nowhere,” Zeldris huffed before looking up at Elizabeth. “I’m sure they’ll be fine, Ban included. I’m not saying it won’t hurt, that he might not spiral later whether he sees them or not. But he’ll be alright in the end, I promise.”

“Still, at this rate, I doubt there’s any of the other Sins here, I haven’t sensed any of them or any powers like them…” Diane chimed in, looking around over the crystal walls. She slowed to a stop and the others followed suit, Hawk sighing in relief as they finally stopped moving for a moment.

“Mmmm… that is true. We don’t have a lot longer here, so I guess it wouldn’t hurt to-” Meliodas cut himself off abruptly.

Everyone stopped at the odd sight before them. A young woman, bent forward slightly with her eyes closed, long hair drawn over some of her face. A hand was resting across her chest - no, not across, Elizabeth realized with dread forming a pit in her own heart, the hand was in the woman’s chest.

The power radiating from the woman was strong enough for Elizabeth to feel it. It felt like she was being suffocated slowly, her breath hitching as the others tensed around her. Elizabeth chanced looking away from the woman for a brief moment, taking in even Meliodas’ stiff shoulders and Zeldris’ hand twitching over his sword. Gelda stood straighter, her eyes narrowed at the woman, only raising Elizabeth’s unease further. Diane had taken a step back upon seeing the woman, confusion and apprehension flitting across her face and switching frequently with annoyance. Hawk also took a step back, placing himself between Elizabeth and the woman but keeping the brothers between him and herself.

The power felt… less than Gilthunder’s, but that didn’t mean it wasn’t dangerous. Elizabeth couldn’t feel the Sins’ powers, and they were the most dangerous beings in the world as far as she was aware. 

The woman finally moved, moving her hand from her chest to rest on her own sword but not drawing it. Her eyes seemed to remain closed, but Elizabeth could still feel her calculating gaze.

“How do you do, Dragon Sin Meliodas? Serpent Sin Diane?”

“And you are?” Zeldris asked, eyes glued to the woman’s sword and his hand tightening over the hilt of his own.

“I am Holy Knight Guila.”

“How did you get here?” Hawk asked, taking another half-step back.

“By dying,” Guila answered as though it were the most obvious thing in the world.

Hawk’s breath hitched and he looked at Meliodas. “Did she just say she came here by dying?” 

Meliodas hummed in affirmation. “She sure did.”

Before anyone could say anything else, Guila unsheathed her sword - rapier, Elizabeth realized - and propelled herself forward quicker than they were prepared for, going between Meliodas and Zeldris and they had moved before remembering who was behind them, but Guila was already past them.

Elizabeth had only a moment to dodge Guila’s attack, a mangled shout of surprise bursting from her lips before she was toppling to the side and just barely managing to duck under Guila’s body.

Guila landed far more gracefully, spinning around and about to attack again. She was forced back as Gelda appeared in front of her, a ball of fire in her palm aimed to hit Guila at short range, and forced back even further as Diane knelt and brought some of the earth up from under Guila. 

Elizabeth stumbled back onto her own feet, Meliodas already in front of her and backing up, putting even more space between her and Guila. His jaw was set tight and Elizabeth couldn’t see his expression, but she could imagine it wasn’t a pleasant one.

“Hawk! Take Elizabeth and run!”

Hawk was at their sides instantly, and Elizabeth only hesitated for half a second before clambering onto Hawk’s back. As soon as she was secure Hawk booked it, squealing the entire way about how strong Guila was and how he couldn’t believe she just attacked Elizabeth. Elizabeth spared a glance back just before they turned a corner, catching sight of Meliodas and Guila locked together in a small crater, and then they were gone.

Elizabeth squeezed her eyes shut and hoped with all her might that the Sins would be fine.

[spaceydoo]

just thinking about him eating you out on your kitchen island till his face is coated with your juices. a puddle of your juices are on the floor, you not even caring about the mess. you were too out of it, eyes rolled back and all. you tug at his hair desperately needing him deeper in you. “you’re so needy today aren’t you gorgeous?” he said in a subdued tone against your pussy, not taking his eyes off you. you couldn’t do anything but throw your head back, letting out a whiny moan. “make a mess on my face again, you deserve it ma” he’s tracing circles, triangles, squares— hell, even his own name on your clit. your thighs began to shake once again as your juices coated his face “fuck..fuckfuckfuckfuckfuckk” you let out such a loud moan you might as well be a pornstar “mm you taste so good baby” he said in a soft tone. your grip on his hair tightened, riding out your high with his tongue. he moved his face from your cunt, giving a couple of kisses on your inner thighs “now how bout’ i blow your back out right here, yeah?”

toji fushiguro, eren yaeger, sanji vinsmoke, jean kirstein, tengen uzui, kakashi hatake, satoru gojo, roronoa zoro, ban, dabi, getou suguru, benimaru shinmon, portgas d ace, leonard burns, ryomen sukuna, spirit albarn, that teacher from silent voice, kyojuro rengoku, guren ichinose, hawks, connie springer

[librathefangirl]

the way meliodas would probably never describe himself as a good guy... </3

[zorria]

OH SHIT ITS PURGATORY ALSO IS THAT HAWK IN THE MIDDLE!?!

[comiclaxys]

Yipiyeiyipiyou!

[dance-to-mythoughts-blog]

Just a small appreciation post is all. <3

Recently became obsessed with Ban again and Karasuma from Assassination classroom. Gojo is so pretty I had to use 3 gifs of him lol.

P.S.

If you want a request, just send it to me. :) Requests are open.

[ladymerlin-lab]

Merlin: Have you ever seen something that changes your life and you are just like... "wow"

Escanor smiling: Of course, I saw you.

Merlin, trying not to blush: ...darling that's so cute and sweet, but it kinda makes this awkward because I was gonna show you a picture of Arthur and Hawk in matching dinosaurs costumes.

~Escanor's mind: God I love her so much~

[fuckthispost-andhappybirthday]

August 06: Happy Birthday Hawk / Mild (The Seven Deadly Sins)!!!!

[forwardrussialiveblog]

[pampasdookie]

How the seven deadly sins + Elizabeth and hawk would take care of a baby🧷🧸🍼 (part.4)

A baby babysits another baby

King

"S-sure,i will take care of him/her for you"

King seems the type that thinks babies are cute(as a King of the fairies,he probably had to bless fairies babies or something)but he is too nervous to hold one for too long. King also doesn't know what to do if a baby cry,probably hand it over to the parents or for one of the sins asking for help. He would be too careful,at everything,but also very docile.

He would hold the baby very thighyl,because he's afraid to let him/her fall off his harms. King would not let the baby touch on things that he might think it's dangerous,like a bottle of beer,some furniture with sharp corner,he would probably build or improvise a playpen with some toys he would pick from the baby bag or himself sewed.

Meliodas:King,calm down,you're squeezing him/her like that!

Merlin:Captain is right,King,he/she will not fall off your arms!

King:I'm afraid,he/she is so tiny,and cute and fragile,I don't wanna to risk!

Feeding time,he would play little airplane(or little dragon,because it's the middle age),and hold a napkin close to the baby's mouth. King hopes that the baby don't make a big mess,as he also hold the plate far from the baby chair,so the little one don't reach it.

King would change a diaper using his chastiefol pillow like a change table(with a blanket to lay the baby down)He's is also very carefully so the baby don't touch the dirty diaper. He feel a little disgusted,but less than Meliodas and Ban. While cleaning the baby,he talks to him/her like they are listening,things like "am I doing this right?","i think we need more wipes",i think I dropped to much powder",things like that. He also make sure to clean the baby's feet and apply skin moisturizer if necessary.

He uses his chastiefol for many things,so for playtime isn't different,he turn it until a bear and carry him/her on it. He would try peek-a-boo with the baby(then he transforms on his human form on the peek-a-boo,and scares the baby unintentionally). Without needing the chastiefol,he would hug the baby the baby tight and fly above the grass,and pretend to be a dragon,while Diane run with them pretending to be a dragon too. King makes some toys and also clothes to him/her. If the baby was a boy,he would make a little sailor costume,if was a girl,he would make a adorable dress.

Sleepytime,King also will be tired,put he try to put the baby to sleep. He would feed her a bottle and talk with her some silly things,like his love for Diane or something about how is the Fairy Kingdom. So he lay down with the baby on his lap in the chastiefol and sing a lullaby or tell him/her some bedtime stories from his folklore. He probably fall sleep with the baby. Diane and Elizabeth think that it's so cute,and Meliodas is just proudly about how well done King made it into babysitting.

Bonus:

King was just trying to bond with the baby,who was just staring at him,and he has no idea what to talk about. Then Diane arrives after hiking with Merlin,and takes a look on king and the baby.

Diane:Hi King! Hi (baby name)! What are you guys doing?

King:H-hi Diane! I'm trying to communicate with him/her,but I don't know what to talk about.

Meliodas:Talking is not the only way to bonding with a baby,King.

Both the sins are thinking about what to do while the sin of wrath was checking some booze from the balcony. Then a little grasshopper jumped into the window,what made Diane scream.

King:Oh no,Diane!!!!!

Meliodas:Hum....hey little one,have you ever seen a grasshopper?

King:It's not time from that,Captain!

Diane:I think I'm better....don't worry,guys.

Meliodas:Here King,hold it close to her!

King:Are you sure?

Meliodas:This makes her have contact with the nature.

Meliodas handed over the grasshopper onto king who put it in the baby's hand,holding her tight but gentle

King:Look (baby name),a grasshopper. Isn't pretty?

Baby:Aaaaaa....

Diane:Aww,i think she likes it!

Meliodas was proudly from his idea,while the baby was staring the insect in her hand.But,then,he/she tried to put it on her mouth. The three sins screamed a big "NOO!",what called attention to the other sins + Elizabeth and Hawk,who are doing other things. Luckily,King was fast enough to take the grasshopper from the baby's hand.

Elizabeth:Oh dear,what happened!?

Meliodas:The baby tried to eat a grasshopper.

Elizabeth:Oh,i see.

Happily,the baby was just fine,but wondering where her little "snack" went.Everyone there was relieved,but they decided to not tell him/her parents about that.

Oh my goodness,I love King,he's so adorable,anyways,on a scale of 1 to 10,how much would King babysat well?

Write in the comments.

[sydns]

Bye Bye Hawk 👋

[judgemark45]

Crew members spell out "BYE SD" on the flight deck of the aircraft carrier USS Kitty Hawk (CV-63) as small boats escort it out of San Diego Bay on January 3, 1987. The Kitty Hawk was reassigned to the Atlantic Fleet.

[aamputation]

The Hero Lies to The Authority

It’s been about three days since the Hero has reported in. Raking a hand through messy hair, a thick exhale escapes from tired lungs. The Headquarters are every bit as sterile and uniform as the Hero remembers them being and there’s no doubt there’s going to be hell to pay from the Handler, but it’s nothing the Hero hasn’t already dealt with before. The stakes are a little higher, considering who these “illicit liaisons” are happening with this time around, but the premise is still the same. Villain or civilian, personal relationships outside of assigned partnerships are not something that the Authority-funded Heroes are supposed to have—even visiting families is frowned upon once joining the ranks. 

(And the red tape bureaucracy one has to go through to even get visitation is a nightmare in itself; most Heroes don’t even try.)

The Hero shoves hands deep into the pockets on the uniform cargo pants, strolling casually through beige and white corridors to the central location for debriefing, where the Handler and relevant sub-Authorities are no doubt waiting for the Hero’s arrival. Another exhale leaves the Hero wondering when the job started to exhaust rather than exhilarate… probably around the same time the “liaisons” actually started, if the Hero is honest about it.

Honesty here will not go over well, however.

The Hero’s thinking is no longer so naive in believing that the world is painted in black and white.

A certain someone has begun to disabuse all those beliefs, steadily and with a passion that leaves the Hero breathless.

The heartbeats hidden behind Kevlar uniform race at the thoughts of them.

For as long as the Hero can remember, becoming a hero was always in mind. It was the only motivation from the earliest memories up until finally getting the certification and assignment to this city. So focused on this goal, the memories of family and anything beyond achieving it seem to have faded with time, oddly enough, but so many of the other hero-hopefuls that had gone through the program at the same time reported similar things. Everyone who got in had to really, really want it. The Authority is exceptionally good at weeding out those who aren’t dedicated.

Whether or not qualification can change is something the Hero started to wonder about.

Standing before the antechamber of SD-2—the debriefing room indicated on the summons—the Hero inhales deeply, straightening the slouch into proper posture. A crack of the neck and an exhale, a self-assured crooked grin on the Hero’s lips finishes the illusion of casual confidence that’s become the essential mask to wear when dealing with the Authorities-that-be.

Unceremoniously, the Hero kicks open the door and strolls in.

“Hero, there you are! We haven’t been able to contact you for several days. Where have you been?” the Handler jumps right to the crux of the issues, just as the Hero had known she would. Vicious, hawk-like woman… hiding distaste, the Hero shrugs as casually as possible.

“Underground. Followed what I thought was a promising lead in finding the whereabouts of the Villain, but after two days of optimistic results, it turned out to be a dead end,” the Hero lies through grinning teeth, “not sure if they’d figured out I was tracking them and simply went into the wind or if it was a red herring to begin with.”

The Vice Authority in the room growls in displeasure, his partner letting out a quiet hiss between his clenched teeth. Ah yes, the Hound and the Alley Cat. If those two weren’t so damn tenacious and nosy, the Hero would probably like the assigned superiors more. Former heroes themselves, they’d joined The Authority at an administrative level after retiring from active Heroism to continue to serve in a less direct capacity. The Hero has heard of them getting called in on certain jobs by the High Authority Council but has never personally witnessed such an event. 

The stories, though? Everyone has grown up with them. 

Legendary.

“Next time, Hero,” the Handler says sharply, “inform me before you decide to go ‘underground’ for an indeterminate amount of time, hm?”

The air quotes are obviously implied and the condescension in her voice is like acid on the Hero’s skin, and it burns something fierce. The Handler makes a casual gesture of dismissal to all three other occupants of the debriefing room, prompting hasty salutes from them at varying levels of respect as she makes her exit, the sharp click of high-heels echoing on the tiles in her wake. The Hero exhales as soon as she’s out of sight, dropping into a loose approximation of parade rest as the oppressive weight of the Handler’s presence is finally gone. The Hero’s eyes shift to the other two occupants of the debriefing room: the supervising Authority that the Hero serves under.

The Hound’s snarling explains his namesake eerily well, as well as the incredible tracking prowess he’s known for. The Hero watches as he rakes thick, rough hands through his short hair. It’s slightly longer on top than military standard, a personal touch that along with the lines and scars on his face show his age and step away from where he’d started his career.

“We’ve been hunting down the Villain for months and we still can’t find them!” he grumbles.

“Yes… pretty frustrating, right?” The Hero feels a bead of sweat inch its way down into the collar of the uniform, thankfully hidden by the uniform’s hood and the fringe of bright hair The Hero has come to be known for sporting.

Alley Cat’s almond eyes slide smoothly over to The Hero, and for a moment The Hero worries that the awkward, sheepish air that’s being desperately suppressed has risen to the surface and been spotted. But instead, he asks, “And you’ve had no luck locating them, is that correct, Hero?”

Fuck. 

Lie. Lie. LIE, DAMMIT.

“I’ve tried everything, yes,” the Hero replies, praying that the delivery is as smooth as it feels, “Just… nothing. I’ve got nothing to show for it.”

The Hound’s body language quite literally droops as he lets out a pitiful whine, painting the picture of a sad puppy in such a way that is by far out of place on the body of such a burly, terrifying-looking man. The Hound heaves himself to Alley Cat’s side and drops his head against the slighter man’s shoulder as he bemoans, “Argh! I’m just so mad! There’s… nothing!”

The graceful man pats the Hound’s broad back once, twice, and pushes the larger man off of his shoulder. He goes with very little effort, turning back to the white board and gesturing wildly. The Hero watches as Alley Cat’s sharp, toxic-green eyes soften in affection at the childlike way the Hound complains.

“We have nothing! Nothing! Allen!” he whines, turning a puppy-dog look back at his lithe partner, who rolls his eyes and walks soundlessly over to the pouting mountain of a man.

The Hero watches all this unfold, somewhat gobsmacked. The behavior between these two isn’t necessarily new, but it’s definitely more pronounced than normal. The Hero watches, somewhat speechless as Alley Cat—did the Hound call him Allen? Is that his civilian name?—scratches behind one of the larger man’s ears, eliciting a pleased sound from his chest.

The Hound turns his pouty, puppy-dog eyes on the Hero before returning them to Alley Cat, the expression sending a shudder rocketing up the Hero’s spine faster than all the times facing down the Villain combined.

“We’ve done everything,” he whines, “haven’t we, Al?”

“Mm, we have, Hugo.”

Oh, damn. Two civvie names in one day? 

Ka-ching!

“Yeah,” the Hero says, running a hand through messy hair, “you guys have really run out of ideas, huh?”

“It’s just… ugh!” The Hound—Hugo?—groans, resorting to sub-acoustic grumbling.

“Hugo. Use your words.”

A whine is Allen’s—and wow, the Hero can not believe that’s Alley Cat’s civilian name—answer.

“Hugo.”

The Hound gusts out a sigh. “It feels like there’s something missing! A critical piece, or as though we have a mole on the inside—”

Between blinks, the Hound is in the Hero’s space, those giant hands—more apt to call them paws, to be perfectly frank—clutching at the Hero’s shoulders in a placating gesture. 

The Hero assumes it’s meant to be comforting, or reassuring.

It feels more like a threat.

“Don’t worry, kid. We know you’ve done nothing wrong. You’re perfect.”

The Hero can’t do anything but laugh awkwardly, sweat beading across the skin hidden under the uniform hood. 

“Ahaha, thanks…”

Guilt bubbles in the Hero’s gut.

“But… yeah, you definitely seem… frustrated,” the Hero says hesitantly.

The Hound makes his way back towards Alley Cat, a growl boiling over into a whine as he barks out:

“Fuck this Villain! Fuck them!”

The silence that falls over the debriefing room is so profound, the Hero is certain that both the Hound and the Alley Cat can hear the way that the heart hidden beneath layers of Kevlar is trying to beat its way out with sheer force alone. The Hero swallows, breathless, staring with wide eyes at the two legendary mentors who just said to fu- fuck…

“…uh,” the Hero coughs lightly, voice barely above a whisper, “Is- Is that an order..?”

Allen’s toxic-green, almond eyes narrow on the Hero’s form, causing Kevlar-covered shoulders to shoot up by rapidly reddening ears. Hugo whips his gaze around to squint at the Hero, tilting his head to the side in a very canine expression, “What?”

“Nothing!!” the Hero blurts out in response, cursing the heat rising over the collar of the uniform.

The rest of the meeting is spent in a daze, the Hero’s thoughts returning continuously to the idea of the Villain in such an… intimate setting. Because, while, yeah, the Hero has been spending time with them outside of the scheduled showdowns,—and wasn’t that a shock when the one minion explained that the Villain had an actual calendar for all of their villainous activities?—those hang-outs were never anything more than lively intellectual debates on morals and motivations. They were a sneaky way for the Hero to better understand the Villain, the Arch Nemesis, the ultimate Adversary, possibly gaining precious intel for The Authority if they slipped up even once, all for the good of the city! It could be a way to counter their moves with more ease, if only the Hero could understand the way they think.

The Hero never would have thought that the Villain is fascinating before starting these neutral parleys, as the Villain calls them. Shockingly enough, the Hero looks forward to the parleys, to having coffee or just hanging out and talking. Sometimes they watch movies together, or discuss books. The Villain is engaging, interesting, with a dry, whip-crack humor that edges dark more often than not. They go against everything the Hero has been taught, and yet they are more self-assured than the Hero can ever imagine being.

In a way, the Hero admires them, even somewhat considers them a friend. 

And isn’t that messed up?

Even so, there’s no way that giving up those precious few moments of parley granted to the two of them is ever going to happen.

When they meet up like that, they aren’t Hero and Villain, but something… more.

Something new.

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My designs for Villain and Hero found [ here ]

shout out to adornedwithlight for the reblog banner & barbed wire divider

[zorria]

SO TRISTAN AND LANCELOT HAVE MEET HAWK BEFORE?!! Interesting

[lefarte]

Gamer Ranking

(Modern au / any au where they’re given access to video game consoles really)

Abella: A hardcore nostalgia gamer. Only plays on PC (built it herself). Bethesda hater and still won’t let it go. Has a picture of Todd Howard in her desk drawer with his eyes cut out. Her favorite series is fallout and has a solid year worth of time spent on New Vegas alone. Well known in the TF2 community. Used to have a competitive record in Tetris, but lost her touch from spending too much time at work. Favorite games are factorio, subnautica and terraria.

August: Calls every console a ‘Nintendo’. Calls on Abella for help with his computer frequently. It’s still on windows 7. Favorite game is solitaire.

Daan: Wouldn’t call himself a ‘gamer’, but has a steam account which he opens once in a while. Prefers narrative based horror games or puzzle games. Never spends more than 7 dollars on a game. Favorite games are bioshock, disco elysium, signalis and pathologic.

Henryk: Likes to dip his toes into a little bit of everything, but never able to get into the gamer scene. Owns a perfectly good PS4 that sits neglected and unused. Likes to talk about the nostalgia of his favorite games when he was younger and how modern games aren’t as fun. He also just has no taste. Favorite games are detroit: become human, fallout 4, borderlands, until dawn, bully and minecraft (the type of guy who always wants to make a big group world, and then when it’s made he never uses it). Abella trashes his collection.

Karin: Runs every game on her shitty company work laptop. Likes roguelikes, or any game that has a satisfying ‘tactile’ feeling game loop. A big resident evil fan, but they make her computer ‘make weird noises’. Favorite games are: Ultrakill, pizza tower, project zomboid, and multiplayer games like phasmophobia and lethal company. Currently has an obsession with Balatro that has gotten her in trouble with her boss. Has been known to play Fortnite regularly. Note: she’s BAD.

Levi: Definitely prefers 3D horror games. Nothing actually scares him though. Favorite games are amnesia: the bunker, alien isolation and the forest. Fromsoft fan, favorite game was bloodborne. He owns a decent gaming laptop and a PS2 where he plays tony hawk pro skater. Also likes half life, silent hill and the shin megami tensei series.

Marcoh: He owns a crunchy ass Nintendo DSi where he plays some pokemon like, once in a blue moon. He already finished the game 7 years ago but will never delete the file. If you look into it you’ll see that his starter is like level 100 and everything else is level 8. Never learned how to play, probably never will. Not a gamer.

Marina: Marina is a visual novel supremacist who downloaded the entire Fate series off a shady backdoor website that probably did something horrible to her computer. She loves horror, but is also not opposed to lighter fantasy stuff. Doesn’t like games that have no story. Favorites are the WTC series (Umineko supremacist), tsukihime, melty blood and rance. General classic nerd stuff.

Olivia: She runs a custom steam deck with a really cute pastel purple layout. She’s pirated the sims with every single dlc + a disgusting amount of mods (including That mod 😏) and it took up so much space she had to put in a 2 TB sd card to hold it. She likes all kinds of games, but has a preference for games with heavy writing/plot. Favorite games are SOMA, Mouthwashing, Stay out of the house (Really any games by kittyhorrorshow, puppet combo or yames) and Who’s Lila. Similar taste to Daan, but likes her games more gory.

Osaa: Probably the worst gamer of all time. Even mobile games are confusing to him. Always complains that the screen is too bright, even at the darkest setting. All games bore him. Horror games are juvenile. Story games are predictable. Action games are a waste of time. Don’t bother.

…Favorite game: Papa’s Burgeria or Bloons Tower Defense.

Pav: Favorite game series is metal gear solid. Owns a PS3. Another ‘nostalgia gamer’ who won’t touch modern games. Likes the typical PlayStation stuff like GTA, Assassin’s Creed, and New Vegas. Yes, he’s the type of person to play COD. Doesn’t have time to play games much anymore due to work (thank god).

Samarie: The same kind of visual novels as Marina, but worse. Big into denpa horror. Yes, she plays eroge. Has no one to talk about her niche vns with. Favorite games are cross channel, saya no uta (of course), chaos head and gore screaming show. She also read homestuck (which is technically classified as a denpa on the visual novel database, so….)

Tanaka: The number 1 mobile gamer in the world. Clicks on every single weird ad he gets with no hesitation. Like a cocomelon baby. Top of the worldwide charts in candy crush for 3 weeks straight. Plays these apps in public with the sound on. No shame.