#t: purple is a hawke in the night

[fadedhawke]

it's possible they're just scared shitless of you. (Varric, of course)

"Oh come on." Hawke gives Varric a cheeky grin and nudges him with her elbow. "Look at them Varric. That one's bigger than a druffalo! Scared of lil old me, pfft. I don't know what you mean, my handsome friend."

They absolutely should be afraid of the apostate even though she had taken the time to clean all of the blood from her face this time. Or at least fearfully curious. After all-how often does one see a crazed woman with a bunch of dead giant rats slung over her shoulder?

Hawke turns her back on the group in front of them and bats her eyelashes at the dwarf.

[mayajadewrites]

could've been you: aizawa x fem!reader x hawks

summary: You're the new teacher at UA with a rocky past with one of their beloved teachers, Shouta Aizawa aka Eraserhead. You'd rather never see him again but alas, such is life. You also meet Keigo, aka Hawks, who is the opposite of Aizawa. Smiley, golden retriever energy. Nothing could go wrong... right? relationships: aizawa x fem!reader, hawks x fem!reader warnings: some chapters will be NSFW, they will have a warning on them in bold. not many descriptions of reader, other than she's midsize.

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CHAPTER SEVEN

this is a super smutty chapter and i'm not sorry

Your fingers grazed the petals of the roses that Keigo got you. You placed the vase in the middle of your dining table and they were undoubtably the center of attention.

Keigo is a rose. Stunning, adored by most people, and gives whoever receives them an immense sense of adornment.

Shouta is an Azalea. Specifically purple Azaleas. They need more shade in order to flourish, but they are absolute stunning once in full bloom. Azaleas also never receive a quarter of the love and recognition that roses do.

You pour yourself a glass of white wine after your first day as a teacher at UA. You're now in a cream colored lounge set consisting of pants that hug your curves and a tank to.

As you swirl your glass you glance at your phone. You're not sure why you're hoping to see Aizawa's name - he doesn't have your number and you refused to give it to him.

Keigo's name flashed on the screen. You slid the arrow to the right to answer the FaceTime call.

"Hi." You smile as you answer the phone. Keigo is in the air, you can tell by his dark red wings moving through the air.

"Tell me all about your first day!" He smiled into his phone. His yellow goggles moved with his cheeks.

"You're too cute. Well, it was good! Then I got a gorgeous bouquet of flowers from a man that just so happens to fly."

"He sounds like a keeper." Keigo flashed his teeth. Your heart rate increased when he said that. You didn't know if you wanted him to be your boyfriend. You didn't know if you wanted a boyfriend period.

Did you want to have this conversation now?

No.

So you don't.

"How's patrol going?" You changed the subject. Keigo's lips slightly lowered as his smile faded. Not too much, but noticable enough.

"It's going pretty well. League of Villains seem to be in hiding. Which worries me."

"Well at least it's quiet for now." You sigh thinking about Shigaraki. How much pain he was feeling, that in turn you had to feel but only temporarily.

"Please get home safe, Kei." You pressed your chin into your palm as you leaned on the counter. Keigo smiled at the screen - his honey coated eyes shining under the moonlight.

"I miss you." Keigo said softly.

"I miss you too. Come over on Friday and you can sleepover since it's not a school night." This makes Keigo smile form ear to ear.

"It's a date." He takes flight and you notice the screen moving slightly.

"Keigo please hang up if you're gonna fly while on FaceTime, I feel like I'm gonna be sick." You giggle.

"Sorry, I fly when I get excited." He stops moving, presumably leanding on the ground. "Have a good night baby bird."

"You too Kei. Be safe, please." You press the red button on your screen to hang up, leaving your phone on the counter.

One glass of wine turns into two. Two turns into three.

Three turns into knocking on Shouta's door.

Your body felt fuzzy. You could control your actions (mostly) but you felt more... free.

So why wouldn't you knock on Shouta's door at 11 PM?

You pressed your knuckles to the door and knocked semi-quietly.

"Eraserrrrrr." You sing as you plant your hands on your hips.

You hear footsteps and then suddenly the door is open.

Shouta is standing in front of you wearing a black t-shirt, sweatpants and slippers.

"Why are you knocking on my door at 11 PM? No boyfriend tonight?"

"I don't have a boyfriend silly." You look past his shoulder into his room. "I've never seen your room so I wanted to see it!"

"At 11 o'clock at night?"

"Yes. Why do you keep mentioning the time?"

Aizawa stared at you for a few moments, analyzing your face. "You're drunk?"

"I've had 1... 2... 3 glasses of wine!" You held up three fingers in front of his face.

Aizawa grabbed the hand you were holding up and pulled you into his room.

It's spotless, but very dark. He has one light in the corner that's on next to a comfy looking chair and a book. His kitchen is the same as yours, just decorated different.

"You're so clean." You press a finger to his counter.

"Did you think I would be dirty?"

You shook your head and plopped on his couch. "No. I don't know what I was expecting." You shrug your shoulders. Shouta sat next to you and placed a glass of water on his coffee table.

Your eyes wandered to his chest, his muscles filling out his shirt perfectly. His biceps peeked out of the sleeves, something you didn't know turned you on.

But the wetness in between your legs would say different.

His hair was in the low ponytail that it was this morning that made you cross your legs. You must've looked like you were squirming.

"Are you okay?" Aizawa leaned back on the couch and extended his arm behind you. You bit your bottom lip at his movements, unable to hold it in any longer.

"I want you to touch me." You blurt out. Aizawa stared at you through his lidded eyes.

After a few silent moments, he spoke.

"Show me where." He moved his body closer to you, your hips touching. You grab his large, heavy hand and bring it to your body.

"Here." You pressed his index and middle finger to your lips. "Here." You moved his hand to your chest, goosebumps growing along the skin of your tits. "Here." You slowly brought his hand to your aching, wet core. His fingers grazed your clothed heat gently, causing a moan to escape your lips.

"I haven't even truly touched you and I have you moaning already. How long have you been thinking about this?" Shouta's body covered yours as he brought the hand that you were using to show him where you wanted to be touched, to your cheek. His other arm is still laying behind you on the couch.

"I've thought about it a lot."

Why were you admitting this.

You could smell the mint of his toothpaste as he leaned in to rub his nose on yours, something you take note of. He did this before. He loves to kiss with his nose first. It's cute.

"Have you thought about it?" You tilt your head to the side and wrap your arms around his neck, letting your fingers drag through his hair.

"Only every day. Hourly, probably." He whispered and kissed your lips slowly. You take no time to deepen the kiss, opening your mouth to let his tongue in.

You're needy and he knows it. You felt his lips form into a smirk as he slid his tongue into your mouth, one hand in your hair, the other gripping your hip tightly.

You drag one of your hands down his chest to his lap where you feel his erection pressing against his sweatpants. You smile into the kiss with satisfaction, knowing you caused Shouta Aizawa to get hard.

"You're not touching that tonight." He whispers and moves your hand to his chest as he brings his mouth to your neck, leaving sloppy kisses and bites. In your drunk state, you're not thinking about the bruises he will leave behind.

"Why nottttttt." You whine as he bites down on your skin, rougher this time.

"I want you to be sober when you see it. So you remember." His words are hot against your skin as his large hand grazes your clothed core. You whimper with need, knowing your panties are soaked at this point just from kissing him.

"I need something, Shouta." You throw your head back when you feel his tongue drag along your neck to your chest, leaving bites along the front of both of your tits. He looked up at you for approval to take your shirt off, to which you nodded.

Your touches are turning desperate. You're about to come and he has barely touched you. You feverishly pulled him into you, dragging your fingernails along his back.

Aizawa pulled your shirt down, your tits bouncing out of them. He needs two hands for these, maybe three, but he's not complaining.

He left hot kisses along your right breast before he took your sensitive nub in his mouth, sucking and biting as he kneaded your other breast. Your cheeks were red from arousal as he kissed down your soft stomach to the top of your pants. He kissed your cloth core with a smirk on his face.

"You are such an ass." You squirm as he moves to his knees on the floor. Your thick thighs encase his head as he uses one hand to spread your legs apart, pulling your pants down to your ankles.

Aizawa sees your black laced panties and runs his fingers over the fabric. "These are pretty. Too bad they're about to be ruined." He pulled the side of your panties and watched them break with ease.

The sound of your panties breaking sobered you up just a little.

"Hey! These were my favorites." You whined as you looked down at him. He looked like an angel between your legs, his tired eyes gazing up at you as he planted one of his hands on your thigh.

"I'll buy you more." He mumbled as his nose grazed your entrance. You moaned quietly as you felt his tongue slide past your folds. His other hand kneaded your breast with his calloused fingertips.

Aizawa dragged his tongue down your slit, letting all of your juices fill his tastebuds. You place your hand on top of his head as he devours you.

This man is starved.

He turns his attention to your clit, wrapping his lips around the sensitive nub. Your breath hitches as his lips attach to your clit, while he inserts two of his long, thick digits into your aching pussy.

"Shouta," You moan as he thrusts his fingers in and out of you.

"You taste so good, baby." He mumbles as he laps up your juices. You watch his lidded eyes find yours as he continues to destroy your pussy with his tongue. His stubble tickled your thighs as he buried himself into you using his tongue.

You feel the knot in your stomach about to break as you buck your hips into his face. "Shouta, fuck, I'm about to come."

"Not yet." His words vibrate against your body.

"The fuck you mean not yet? I can't control-" His thrusts his fingers into you, curling them once they're burried in your pussy. "Aizawa, please." You whine.

He ignored you, his mouth sucking on your clit and his fingers pumping in and out of you. "I know you can do it, Princess. Don't come until I say so."

You felt the knot in your stomach grow tighter as you heard the squelches of his tongue against your clit. Your hand gripped his raven hair, pulling it gently as pleasure ripped through your body. You bit down on your bottom lip, hoping it was enough to stop you from coming.

"See you are a good listener." He smirked against your pussy. "Tell me what you want, baby."

"I want to come. Shouta, I want to come." You moaned as your toes curled. You were so close. "Please."

"Go." Was all Aizawa said before you had the most mind blowing, body changing, rippling orgasm. The knot in your stomach finally broke. You were seeing every color in the rainbow. This was euphoria.

Aizawa lapped up your juices as your orgasm hit you like a tidal wave. He sucked on your sensitive, overstimulated clit, sure to drink up all you had.

His hands gripped your thick, plush thighs as you he took his last slurp of your sex. His nails dug into your skin when he finally removed himself from your pussy, his face lathered in your arousal.

He wasted no time bringing his lips to yours.

"Taste yourself." He mumbled against your mouth as he slid his tongue inside of yours. "I could live between your legs and never get hungry."

Your mouth was greedy with his kisses, drunk off of not only wine but also his mouth.

Reluctantly, Aizawa pulls away from you slowly. His cheeks are a shade of red that matches his bloodshot eyes. You whimper at the loss of his touch, knowing that this was ending.

"Goodnight Princess." He kissed your forehead gently before standing up. You sat on his couch for a moment, your pussy devoured to the bone, your body bruised from love bites, and your mind was a mess.

"Night." You pull your top and pants up, and you leave.

Without another word.

[manjisdollkiko]

𝘣𝘦𝘨𝘨𝘪𝘯 𝘰𝘯 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘬𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘱𝘰𝘱𝘶𝘭𝘢𝘳… DABI X READER

ᶜʰᵃᵖᵗᵉʳ ¹

in the night when she comes crawling...

character: Dabi/Touya Todoroki x Reader, Keigo Takami/Hawks X Reader, Tamaki Amajiki X Reader

notes: okay at LAST! in this fic it will be heavily inspired by HBO Idol and Y/N will be heavily based off my favourite character Jocelyn played by my fave person Lily Rose Depp if you actually like Dabi please dont read this fic, hes literally so horrible in this fic. Todomomo my favourite ship in MHA will be a thing in this so if you dont like Shoto and Momo being together please dont read anyways hope you enjoy <33

series summary: Y/N Y/L/N a struggling pop star is trying to pursue her music career, trying to cope with the death of father who played a huge role in her music career. What happens when she encounters Dabi who saves her from the void of being lost and helps her pursue her career in a way that is not expected.

chapter warning: dark content, 18+, smut, child abuse, Y/Ns dad was very abusive, major character death, Y/N has major daddy issues, toxic music industry, manipulation, slut shaming, reader does weed , mentions of sex addicts, mentions of suicide, Dabi is really toxic, Y/N is high key traumatised.

wordcount: 7k+

in the night by The Weekend

From the moment Y/N was born, she was destined to be, a singer.

To sing about her passion for buying stuff she felt comfortable yet stylish in. Things she could brag about having. Cocoa scented lotion, her long baths with her favourite music playing in the background, singing her lungs out. COCO Chanel perfumes, Gucci bags. Her favourite makeup products, skincare products. Specifically the Fenty Beauty Choclit Lipgloss a lipgloss created by a massive pop artist Rihanna, yet another reason why she wanted to be a successful singer. To sell out.

Considering her dad the head CEO of L/N Theatre Production. She had the freedom to produce songs about herself. To write songs about her deep obsession with creme filled doughnuts, how she always used to buy them after her private school sessions at home with her best friend Momo Yaoyorozu.

Momo Yaoyurozu, an uprising model

Momo and Y/N grew up together like two peas in a pod, their fathers were the best of friends. They would paint their nails together, have their own spa days and watch their favourite "mean girls" and ''white chicks'' eating sneak snacks whilst watching on Momo`s silver Macbook Air.

They would often go to Karaoke singing at the top of their lungs to their favourite artists, The Weekend, Ariana grande, and Y/Ns personal favourite Rihanna.

Momo was a pretty satisfied girl she grew up loved by her mother and her step father, a successful club owner. Momo was a gorgeous girl, from her bright smile to her twinkling eyes, It was a no-brainer guys would move to Momo, wanting to date her. She was also an only child, but considering she had Y/N right next door to her, they grew up super close.

People often viewed them as clueless bimbos, who were to stuck upon themselves to consider anyone else's feelings, that their lives were perfect, rich daddies, spoiled to the core, new boyfriend every week and their only worries in life was what colour they should get their acrylics next.

but that was complete and utter bullshit. They don't know about all the times Y/N would call her bawling her eyes out because of her fathers harsh punishments, they don`t know about how many times Momo would cry on Y/Ns lap about stupid boys, taking advantage of her heart.

They don't know about the deep dark secrets the duo trust each other with.

"he`s been starin` at us all night, ya know."

Momo sits next to Y/N on the leather couch at the the back of the club, the air was hazy with thick smoke, heavy enough to dilute the already dim purple-red lights, weed and sweat stings their noses. They have been there for over an hour, feeling drunk and and tired after they both let loose all night at Momos dads club. Y/N made sure to look hotter than hot tonight, enough to make a man nut in his pants. She had teared down her closet and pulled a short, backless mini red dress, it made her look taller and showed off the curve of her spine towards her ass.

She loved this dress.

how the elegant red fabric looked against her skin, not to mention the hem of the dress barely covering her ass. If she was to bend over right now everyone would get a good view of her ass. This dress made the men she hooked up with go crazy, they have torn it off many times combined with her high heels and fresh mani and pedi. the perfume smell of Vivienne Westwood adorning the back of her wrists and back of her knees.

"Sorry girls" Kirishima another one of her friends spoke over the phone "We're gonna not gonna be a little late., rehearsals took forever now we're stuck in traffic." Momo sighed, And she could sense the frustrations behind the phone. "You could have left early?" The Y/H/C haired girl said.

"Don't worry though, mamas traffics speeding up a little." He reassures. and Y/N fixes her hair, before saying "Well, we saved seats and drinks for you guys."

"You better have!" Bakugo hollers in the background, Y/N and Momo exchanged looks before giggling to eachother at Bakugous aggressive demeanour,

"SERIOUSLY!" Bakugo yells again and Kirishima chuckles a 'see you later' before ending the call.

Y/N giggles again before her glide up and down Momos form in her clothes "You look so cute tonight, I'm surprised no one has even taken you home yet" Momo giggles before taking her hand "Y`know I think that guy would say the same thing," at the corner of her eyes she could spot a bi colour haired man with a red scar across his eye where the red part of his hair was, sipping his cocktail sat on the bar counter as his stare lingers on the two girls.

"Lets say hi," she purrs and Momo giggles excitedly, his stare gets even more intense and lustful as the aspiring singer and uprising model make their way to him. They stop infront of them before Y/N seductively asks "Is this seat taken?' you ask breathlessly, sexy tone. "Not at all, been waiting` all night". the bi coloured haired man says his voice raspy as he stares at Y/N, "I mean you've been goggling at us all night." she laughs taking a seat next to him and Momo sits on the other side.

He laughs flashing his pearly whites "Well it's not every day you see a singer and a model together." the duo laughs as he thrusts his hand to them "I'm Shoto." he says in a deep raspy voice that could make any womens panty drop. "I just got done practicing basketball."

"You play?" Momo asks and Shoto smiles at her "I play as a hobby sometimes." Momo blushes before biting her lip and Y/N mentally rolled her eyes as she knew her best friend always had a thing for basketball players.

Just then Shoto takes a hit off his blunt, he sees the Y/H/C haired girl watching him and his chocolate coloured eyes slowly turned to her, and his eyes lingered at her form, before looking up to her lustful eyes he says "you want a hit?" he asks.

"You smoke?" she sheepishly replies "For relaxation." Shoto passes her a blunt and she takes a small hit, she feels the effect already inflicting upon her body. He licked his lips as he watches her glossed lips part as the smoke comes out after exhaling the substance.

Y/N L/N huh? He heard a couple songs she produced, 'not bad' he thought, He just wondered why she was here? did she not have things to do after all she was a singer. Y/N felt his eyes on her, her lashes slowly fluttering as she felt the effect of the weed upon her body. Hey Y/E/C hughes turned to his glinting brown eyes that shone upon the red lights of the club. "what?" she asks looking up at him with doe eyes, she looked so innocent and pure by the way she had looked at him, he just smirked at her "nothin."

An hour later and she felt as light as a feather her and Momo joined Shoto on the dancefloor, everything feels fuzzy and the world was spinning everything feels beautiful and sexy especially as Y/N and Momo dance to 'Smart' by Le Sserafim.

She laughs when Shoto puts his arms up in the crowd of grinding bodies and gets behind Momo and her, and Momo giggles when Y/N grabs her waist. Their hips flushing against each other. Y/N fumbles to grab her phone out her Gucci purse and taps her code and going onto the camera app, she raises her phone "SMILE!' she exclaims and clicks the picture button as shoto grabs both their waists and Momo puts a 'peace' sign up.

Her phone suddenly vibrates "Hold up! I'm getting a call." she laughs "I'll be right back." she gave Shoto a wink to which he returns a smirk, she stumbles off the dance floor pulling her dress to cover her ass and she went to the nearest ladies room as she sees who it was.

'Melissa ` -her manager.

"Fuck," she muttered under her breath, this wasn't the right time to attend business.` she thought as she tapped the accept button "Hey! Melissa, what's up?" she asked politely forcing a smile as she spoke. That week Y/N had sent a song demo of her new song for her upcoming album.

"Hey so I heard the song..." her manager said trying to retreat the name of the song.

"What did you think of it!" Y/N interrupted enthusiastically as she was excited to hear the feedback her manager was going to give about her song coming up on her album after going on hiatus after a year. "Yeah... uhh I gave it a listen and Y/N, uhh I don't think this is gonna` be a good cut on the album."

Y/N`s smile instantly turned into a frown, the song meant a lot for her, it was inspired by what she went through.

"that's what artists do though, they write song about their past," she said trying to compromise with her manager, her eyebrows furrowing as she felt the bass of the music in the ladies bathroom. This was one of the things that she hated about the industry, they couldn`t care less about your emotions, you could be kill yourself and they would spit on her grave if it benefited them. 'They were fucking selfless'. she thought.

"Y/N, I just don't think that this is the best song for you to be coming out with at the moment I mean we get it, and I'm trying not to hold back but you went through some dark shit, but its just that you have written to many things about your heartbreaks. It seems like all your song are about heartbreak and trauma and we need something positive to come out something that's not gonna bore the fans." Y/N just stood there her glossy mouth agape, how could her team be so selfish. 'bore the fans?' They saw everything that went down over the past years. They knew her mental state was not in the best position right now after her dads death, the pressure of having to carry on was too much for her to carry her music career on with, she took a year break off hiatus but it seemed that it was not enough for her, not only that but the trauma of her father devious acts, was catching up to her now that he wasn`t alive.

"...oh" she responded, "um I don't know what to say, I mean I spent weeks writing that song to make sure it was perfect." she pursed her lips together. "We know that its hectic in your life right now, but you're gonna have to pull through and compromise. I mean you already went on hiatus for a year now, we can't let the fans down so can you just try your best to make good songs." She took a deep breath as she held back tears of humiliation. She knew the best thing to do was to stay quiet.

Y/N sighed in surrender and nodded to herself over the phone. ''okay, I'll pull through.'' she said and looked at her state in the mirror.

''I gonna pull through.''

'Mad Love' was a song inspired by her ex lover.

She still made songs about her ex boyfriend and her experiences with him, more specifically her childhood sweetheart Tamaki Amajiki. they were only 16 when they got together. He was the only man who could look right through her. They both found each other in the darkness of a void caused by their family. Tamaki was highly sensitive. He is prone to overthinking and analysing every possible outcome while Y/N, valued reliability and dependability with Tamaki and for him to provide a sense of stability and security she craved so deeply.

unfortunately for her the planet Venus was destroyed by someone of the name Y/D/N L/N.

They tried to keep their relationship a secret, she knew her dad would go nuts if he found out that she was sneaking kisses with one of his associates son.

"May i sit?"

That deep yet soft beautiful voice.

She thought, as 16 year old Y/N quickly shot up her head from the book she was reading to look at Tamaki standing gracefully in front of her, her heart raced at the blue hair coloured boy, The Amajiki family were staying at her house for a while now, her Father and his were associates, she nodded in approval. 'He was such a gentleman'

The two remained silent as they sat next to eachother, their feet were dipped in the pool while Tamaki stared at her with gentle eyes, Y/N snuck a few peaks, as her heart raced trying to keep up with her book but the fact that he was staring at her made it hard for to keep her squeal in. His eyes trailed to her lips then back to her innocent yet seductive eyes then back to her face. subtle touches on her waist, her arms. His handsome face staring at hers, as their family continued staying at their house.

"So, do you want to know what happens in the book?" Y/N looks at him trying to start conversation despite him quite literally staring at her soul, she didnt mind it though. She thought he was quite handsome. ''Sure!'' he spoke

She sighed dreamily, as she places the book face down at the side of the pool. "the main character has a background i can relate to." His brows furrowed, pondered on her words.

"Her name is Rebecca, she lives in a 5 story mansion, her mother died when she was an infant. She has a lot of feelings, she overthinks a lot, her dad inspires her to become a ballet dancer, im at the part where she realises her feeling to her childhood best friend, Felix." She stopped herself when they both look at each other.

his dark seductive eyes peering right through her soul, all she could hear was the faint breaths she took in as her blood rushed through her ears at how close he was to her, lips barely inches away from each others. Her breath hitched in her throat and he moved closer towards her, their lips pressed againt each other as they faintly kissed they both pulled away their heads still close to each others as she looked at his lips again before glancing up to his dark blue eyes.

"Hey! Tamaki, there you are." a sweet feminine voice called, they both quickly pulled away as you remise the voice being his mothers.

"Oh my, am i interupting something.'' she gasps once she realised the tension she broke. Tamaki now flushed red. ''No, mom she was just telling me about her book.''

''Whatever,'' She rolled his eyes at him ''Im sorry to ruin your little moment but Tamaki, your father needs you, ill give him back to ya' Y/N.''

With that Tamaki headed out, he stepped feet out of the pool before trailing after his mother. ''Hey, tell me about your book later, yeah?'' She smiled shyly before nodding.

Weeks went by as the Amajiki family stayed at the Y/L/N residence, the two had gotten closer, exchanging kisses secretly, Tamaki sneaking into her room just to cuddle her and feel her warm body close to him.

Of course Y/N had to tell her best friend Momo to which she just laughed and teased her about it. They often snuck out the house after 10 just to lay down against the grass and gaze at the stars whilst laughing about stupid child-ish stuff.

it was only one night that changed everything.

She could barely sleep that night

the mattress was soft, the pillows were even softer easing her neck into a blissfull sleep, she could not get Tamaki out of her mind, every time she closed her eyes she could picture his bright smile and his dark blue eyes peircing at hers

Was this how love sickness felt, the heavy burden on her heart corrupting her mind.

Slipping her feet out of the bed padding down the hallways gently, she, deciding she would just get herself a glass of water. She thought about what it would be like if her and Amajiki had gotten together, for real. instead of having to hide their relationship, if her father would just approve of him and her, but she knew he wouldn`t she had to keep herself pure before her husband. How he would grab her by the waist pull her close, and kiss her gently on the lips, she was madly in love with him and she wanted nothing but to just be in his room, in his strong arms. But she knew he would be dosed off by now and he would be too tired to cuddle her.

Once she finished drinking her glass of water she put her glass in the white tile sink and made her way back upstairs.

''Please! Please! Please dont hurt us."

Her ears pricked at the voice, The house maid, Rose always made sure to turn off the TV after everyone left to go to bed. Or maybe it was her sketchy neighbours, they always have a tendency of being nonchalant and cold. After they only gave a blank expression and not even saying thank you after she cooked a special made pot pie to welcome them, moving into the neighbourhood. Mostly full of judgy old rich people.

They`re probably involved in some sort of cult or something, her gut on the other hand was telling her to turn back. Sketchy motherfuckers. As she went to turn her heel upstairs she heard it again.

"Please! *choke* Have mercy!''

She sighed and went outside to the gardens where the poolside area was. Her mind went white when she saw the scene unfolding infront of her, her father standing. Along with his right hand man Mr Aizawa who had bloody knuckles Mr and Mrs Amajiki clapsed in front of the floor by her dads foot. And there she saw Tamaki tied up seperatly from his parents on the wooden chair. Her breath hitched when she saw him.

His face was all bloody, his right eye was purple, and his eyebrows furrowed revealing lines on his forehead as a sign of distress and discomfort. his hand and legs were tied up to the wooden kitchen chair as his shirt was covered in blood and sweat as it was slightly ripped revealing his bloodied abdomen, it made her feel queasy and sick to the core.

She should go and help, she should protect him. But her feet stayed glued onto the floor as she watched the scene unfold before her eyes. ''Stand back, Shota." Y/D/N commands, as he makes his way to bloodied Tamaki ''Look at me.'' He commanded again and Tamaki slightly squinted his eyes at him.

She watched in horror. ''P-please! i didnt mean to mess with your daughter. I`ll do better i p-promise!'' She watched in horror as her father pulled out a gun from his waistband and pointed the barrel at his head.

Her breathing got frantic, Why cant i move? Why cant i help him?!

Tamaki began begging even more frantically as Y/D/N wrapped his finger around the trigger before pulling it back

BANG

The bullet went though his head almost killing him immediantly, his body dropping almost instantly.

she let out a sudden whimper as Shota was the first one to look at her, eyes wide frantic breathing and her body shaking. followed by Mr and Mrs Amajiki frantic screaming through their gagged mouthes.

It was as if her terrified look snapped Mr Y/L/N out of his murderous gaze, he began slowly turning to his daughter making him push the gun toward Shota muttering curses under his breath "Y/N-''

''D-Dad, What did you do???'' she said in a raspy whisper as it seemed like she couldnt speak properly after watching what happened. Dad wouldnt kill me, would he?

She didnt realise her body trembling as he walked closer to her or how heavy her breaths were.

''I-Im sorry, i was with Tamaki, i-its all my fault. i- im so sorry-'' tears fell out of her eyes as he walked closer to her ''i don`t want to die, ill keep it a secret.'' He stood before her blocking the gorey view, as his large hands cradled her wet face, fingers wiping away the tears. As he pulled her to his chest. Enveloping her into a tight hug while she broke down into her fathers arms, sobs shaking her entire body. Her body raked with sobs as he she held onto him, tears wetting his shirt.

Each cry from Y/N was like a stab to his chest twisting the blade into his chest as the only thing he could do was hold his daughter in his arms after she watched him to the unthinkable to her lover. He had to. She knew she couldnt do this, she had to understand the consequences.

Eventually her sobs turned into quiet whimpers. Y/D/N didnt stop cradling her, rocking her back and forth until she stopped crying, only sniffing back tears and snot. He pulled out tissues from his pockets and started wiping the tears and snot from her face. His heart shattering at how traumatised she looked all the light from her eyes had dissapeared leaving her with gaping abyss.

He carefully picked her up into bridal style and carries her up to her room and placed her into bed covering her with the blanket, to which she instantly fell into a deep slumber after witnessing all that. He kissed her forehead before heading out the room and he turned his head to give her one last glance before exiting the room.

Y/N was an only child, her mother passed away after giving birth to her. Living with her billionaire father, in some peoples eyes would have been a blessing, but to her it was a living hell.

Ever since her father died, her confusion of whether she should be happy that he could no longer hurt her, hit her with his belt, no more skin ripping because of the harshness of his belt on her back, her thighs. No more bruises on her stomach or her waist, no more swelling on her chest. the torturous acts her father conflicted upon her stopped when he died. Or whether she should be upset, he was the same man who made her a star she is today, the motivation he gave her whenever she did something she and would recieve a bitter punishment, maybe it was worth it? How else would she have made it to the top.

However the memories of him. She was constantly beaten by her Dad ,she remembers him typically using his belt, but he would have used his bare hands anything to get her hurt, anything to make her learn. the look in his eye whenever she did something he didn't like, whenever she got her line wrong, a dance move wrong, if she ate snacks, if she didn't take her vitamins, if she was caught flirting with a boy he didn't approve of.

if she was caught smiling to herself.

She would constantly have the same dream, she would have woken up and went to the bathroom brush her teeth and got dressed In white corset croptop that had laces on the side with a denim short skirt, minimal makeup on and spritzing her favourite COCO Chanel perfume, then she would have greeted her mother by kissing her cheeks, by the dining table, even if her mother wasn't alive she still dreamt of her being alive in her dreams.

She would strut outside of her house to see her best friend Momo Yaoyurozu then she could see her dad reach for her. Her dad reaching his hand out for her by the door, Momo`s mouth agape and eyebrows furrowed with concern from the distance, and she watches her best friend slowly reaching her hand to her culprit. Momo`s hand out to attempt to grab her by the hand and pull her away, despite being a distance away, It's almost like a siren call, him holding his hand out for her despite someone screaming for her to stop and reject him.

That's when she's on the kitchen floor as she screams in agony by her fathers belt penetrating her fragile Y/S/C skin as she kicks and claws at him to stop.

until she wakes up screaming, sweat soaked all over her pink silk sheets, she would have the same dream of being violently beaten by her father.

The next few hours were equally horrible, she quietly sobbed into her pillows praying to her mother for why she had left him in the same world as that monster, why she couldn't have stayed with her, maybe things would have been different if her mother was alive. No mater how many times she prayed, she could never escape him in this world, he had corrupted every dream she had and turned them into nightmares.

Y/N blinked back the tears of the memories, now here she was a year later, after escaping the grasps of her fathers possesion. Her memory of him still lived even a year later, a tear fell from her Y/E/C eyes as she wipes it away quickly, ''shit'' she mutters once she realised that she ruined her concealer and mascara underneath her eyes.

She rummages through her Gucci purse grabbing her two faced pressed powder that had pink with sequences on the side powder puff as she begins to press the powder puff against the pressed powder and gently pushing the powder against underneath her eyes as the makeup that had been ruined due to her smudging it away with her wrist trying to remove her tears.

With a deep sigh she put the product away as she looked at her teary state in the mirror before smiling to herself and fixing her hair, as a way of reassurance, and a way to somewhat comfort herself.

She then turns her heel, pushing the door of the ladies bathroom and her YSL high heels making faint taps against the hard floor of the club, she then sees Momo still dancing with Shoto. her manicured nails around his broad shoulder as they both slow danced as she sees the atmosphere of the dance floor, going from hectic and people dancing like they were in heat, to them now dancing like it was a high school prom or some shit, thats when the DJ began to speak in the mic.

''How ya`ll doing tonight!" He spoke, Y/N just stood slowly moving her hips to the beat of the slow yet sensual music, surrounded by people holding onto each other slow dancing, she took a slight glance at her best friend to which the raven haired girl shot her a glance before mouthing 'he`s so hot' to which she just laughed. She had noticed Momo had taken a liking to this man.

''Ya`ll ready to fall in loove?'' The DJ exclaimed,

''this is a place where all your shitty problems in your life, fly out that window'' to which he then pointed to a small square shaped window countered at the top of the building where the ceiling was.

''Yall ready to FUCK?''

He yelled into the mic as everyone cheered as Y/N just giggled at as she looked at the DJ taking in his appearance. He looked like he was in his mid 20s, average height, he had long blonde hair that swooped backwards along with a pair of golden brown eyes that resembled that of a bird, along with some stubble underneath his chin.

''Fuck all that! this is a place where you fellas can grab ya' ladies and just dance, ay you know what!'' He shouts. ''Everyone shots on me!'' to which then the crowd went crazy, as they cheered him on.

Keigos eyes squinted before him, he instantly noticed those dashing Y/E/C eyes, that seductive, feminine energy she carried, those hips of hers whenever she danced, the way her ass looked in that tight red mini dress, the way she danced especially when she performed on stage, those high notes she could hit whenever she sang, he wondered what else that throat could do.

Suddenly his sharp golden sunset coloured eyes moved straight to hers, and then he squinted. "Yo, is that- no way! is that THE Y/N L/N at this club right now?" he spoke into the mic as her cheeks flushed red and she looked at the ground as the crowd starting cheering, as she grabbed at Momo cheeks flushed with embrassment, she just grabbed her arms laughing along with her as Y/N laughed as she looked up at him and he smiled at her amused.

''i have to say, you look so beautifull and absolutley stunning i gotta ask for a dance''.

''Your such an icon so i- i gotta have a dance.''

Y/N just giggled at his charming antics, he made her feel flattered and already cheered her up, as he was literally flirting with her through a mic at a club.

''Yo! bring that back, bring the music back up.'' He says as he makes his leave and starts making his way to her as Y/N just giggled and turned to Momo and Shoto.

''No way he is actually coming over here right?''

''I`on know pretty girl, looks like he`s taken a liking to you." Shoto remarks, his hands still on Momos waist as his chin places over his shoulder. ''Yeah he seems into you.'' Momo says, before she could say anything else, she felt the presence of someone behind her, she slowly looked over her shoulder as she saw the DJ who flirted with her, up close.

Damn he looks so handsome

He had feather ash blond hair that was swept messily backwards, his eyebrows are notably thick having a similar texture to his hair, he had faint stubble on his chin, he was wearing a plain black t-shirt paired with a denim blue jacked and matching denim blue jeans, He smells like mints and aftershave. Her thighs instantly clenched when she took in the sight of him.

''Hi,'' she giggled under her breath, she had never had met someone as much confident as him, her encounter with him made her feel a sense with unfamiliarity but in a good way, she made eye contact with him, his golden eyes glistened, as the red lights around the nightclub. His eyes took over her form, his eyes lingering at her cleavage, his eyes remained upon her thighs, before making contact with the bit off her chest showing. Then his gaze finally made contact with her eyes. He smirked. ''Hey''

Keigo put his arms around her waist, as they swayed to the beat of the song ''Back For More'' by TXT featuring Anitta.

Feeling him up on her made her feel queasy and wanted more, he then spinned her over making her back press against his clothed groin. and his big hands grasped over her hip. Y/N gasped at the feeling as she subtly asked. ''Man can you dance'' she giggled as they both moved to the beat, her ass grinding against his groin as the both danced with each other. his arms raising as the song continued, as she continued to dance with him. Tensions filled the air as they made eye contact with each other.

"Whats your name?''

He smirked ''Keigo, my friends call me Hawks though." he replied. Keigo loved the feeling of her soft Y/S/C coloured skin making contact with his large scruffy hand. ''Ohh, pretty name.'' she giggles as she looked behind her shoulder smiling, to see Keigo still smirking at her. ''Why Hawks though?'' she laughed as the thought of anyone calling him Hawks pondered her thoughts.

"Pfft, i dont even know just a stupid nickname my friends call me.'' She continued moving her hips to the beat of the song, she suddenly then turned to him, her doe Y/E/C eyes made eye contact with Keigos hard, sharp golden eyes. ''Am i your friend, Keigo?'' she coos at him innocently. She wanted him, real bad. she wanted him to look at her with those deep golden sharp eyes as he fucks her into oblivion.

One thing about Y/N is that she was a sex addict. Whilst many had drugs, alcohol, ciggaretes One thing she could get from any man was dick.

She wanted those rough scruffy hand to wrap around her throat as his hips buck against her cervix as he fucks her rough yet sensually. it was almost like he could see right through those pleading bedroom eyes that any man could have mistaken for a simple innocent question.

His lips then curl into a lustfull smile ''Oh we`re gonna be more than just friends.''

And thats all it took for Keigo and Y/N to exit the club and catch an uber to get to Keigo`s penthouse, heavy pants, clothes off, entangled within each others bodies.

''Harder!'' she urged. ''Har- OH'' her cunt spasmed around Keigos dick, as he fucked into her.

Keigo held her legs, having them wrapped around him as he fucked into her. He let out a grunt as his hips slapped against her, as he fucked her. He moved his hand on either side of the matress, and angled his hips up and down slamming against her. A squeal came out of her mouth at the pleasurable feeling. The golden brown eyed man let out a breath but a soft laugh himself as he moved to put his forehead against hers. She stared up at him moving her hips to take him and match his sensual thrusts, Y/N let out a whine as she wrapped her arms around his broad shoulders

''Fuck, you feel so good.'' He groaned against her lips. She giggled as she stared up at him ''Its cause your fucking me so good Hawks'' He groaned at that name, as she felt one of his large hands move down to the side of her body before gripping her ass tightly. She felt a slap to her ass before gasping and meeting him back up for a kiss.

"Yo! Hawks where, d`ya put my-''

Y/N and Keigo both look at the door before she gasped, who the fuck?

Standing there a reasonably, tall pale young man of slim shape but somewhat muscular shape. He has several silver cartilige peircings in both ears and a triple nostril peircing on the side of his nose, hes wearing a dark blue jacket, with a high ripped collar matching pants cut off above his ankles. He also has a pair of dark dress shoes on his feet. He has a plain pale gray scoop-neck shirt, with a grey belt circular patterns around his belt satchel attached at the back.

He smirks before looking at him then as her. "Oops, my bad." He states before slamming the door shut.

Keigo shudders at the random interruption by his house mate, her face grows as she blushes with embarasment.

Then she arches her back. ''Fuck Keigo'' she whines tossing her head back, while he fucks her. When he cums an animalistic grunt escapes his mouth and he grips her hips so hard that they start to form a bruise, he tosses his blonde hair back, she gasps as he fills her up with his cum feeling warmth inside. He looks down at her with an increased level of stamina and lust ''Im not done with you yet.'' he growls.

He fucks her in every position in the book, he fucks her on the side, his big body spooning her figure as his throbbing cock drills inside of her, it was easier to kiss him. And to rub her clit. And in every position, They make each other cum, he seems to know how to trigger her orgasm to cum and cum again, he makes her sweat out her hair and makeup, making her look like a sexy greek goddess to him as she takes his cock like its her job.

And by the time he finally finished, hours spent and her body aches, wet with sweat and cum, her pussy twitches and cum is dripping down her thighs through the crack of her ass. Keigo lies down next to her and snuggles her to his chest ''Man you took me like a fucking champ.''

She only mewls in response but wraps her arms around him and snuggles into his chest.

And then they sleep, satistfied.

In the morning, Keigo streches his body, the way the sun peers in through the sheer curtain keeps Y/N in a slight between sleep and congnitive function, eyes blurry and hazy as he slowly gets up from his side of the bed groaning softly.

Y/N`s hair was all messy, she was completely naked under the white comforters, it felt sort of comforting she saw articles on how it was good to sleep naked. But she just thought it was weird, maybe it was Keigos comforters that made have a change in mind about sleeping naked, Perhaps. Her make up smeared all over the pillows, ''fuck'' she muttered. Sleeping with makeup was a big no-no, her skin would usually break out and her makeup artist and dermatologist would be agitated if they had found out she slept with a full face of makeup on.

She blinks a few times, covering her chest with the blanket to watch him go about his morning, Y/N was not a morning person, normally she would be annoyed and aggitated, but watching his pretty yet handsome face made her feel slightly less agitated. He put his fingers cross over eachother before they pull his arms taught above his head shifting them to the right, then the left which pops. His muscles shadow and dance is the light soaking in through the window

''Mornin` Popstar.'' He smirks at her as he noticed her staring at him intensly going about his morning. To which she then just smiles and sinks her self into the white comforters in embrassment. He chuckles and then grabs a plain black shirt that had been sheiveled and previously thrown at the floor due to the devious acts of last night. The sunlight that peeked through the curtains shone upon his form, contrasting his golden coloured skin and his toned abs as he slid his shirt on. Damn he was hot.

Y/n liked him, he was the complete opposite of Tamaki, he held his head high, walked like he was worth a billion yen. confident, loud, very loud, but she liked that he wasnt afraid to speak his mind. And was really funny.

Y/N giggled ''Mornin` Keigo.'' she then reaches for her iPhone 13 in starlight, which has a plain light pink case on it, her favourite colour. on the bedside table of his room, she tapped the phone which had the wallpaper of her and Momo at the beach smiling brightly holding ice creams as they looked at eachother cheekily. she noticed she had has 2 missed calls from Momo and 2 messages. She tapped the notification from imessages before typing in her password 260403 her birthday no suprise, and she sees Momos messages.

Momo <3: Where r u?

Momo <3: Oh, Shoto saw you leaving with that DJ, make sure you use protection x

She softly chuckles at her friends messages, before starting to reply back to her raven haired best friends before she noticed a presence at the side of her, she then looks up, quicly grabbing he blanket to cover her chest, to see the same man who interrupted her and Keigo last night.

Gosh this was embarassing, he was leaning up against the wall, arms folded, his blue eyes peircing into hers as if he was trying to read her. She furrowes her eyebrows as he just stood there simply spectating her, like a detective. ''umm, can i help you?'' he chuckles at her, before Keigo pushed pass him through the door with an annoyed grunt.

''Dabi, why are you here? don`t ya got somewhere to be." He stiffles before walking to the bed folding some of his clothes at the end of the bed where her feet were, that must be his housemate.

Dabi, what a weird name.

''Dont worry bout it'' he replies, ''See you took home, a friend with ya.'' He says eyeing Y/N form, she shifts uncomfortabley. She could feel and unwavering energy from him, she just could not put her finger on it. It was almost like her gut was saying for her to not talk to him, and stay away.

''Tch whats it to you?'' Keigo says, with attitude kissing his teeth at his house mate, Dabi just softly laughed at him before he turned his head to her. Y/N had never been in such an awkward position, she didnt mind having conversations. Just not while she was butt naked under the white covers and while she looked like a hot mess. ''Hey you look kinda familar, are you Y/D/N daughter?'' He wanted to get a rise from her, he knew what she was all about. That good girl gone bad, after her daddy passed away act was not gonna cut it for him, and he sure as hell wouldn`t let his bird brain of a friend get trapped in her families stupid games.

She felt her heart beat expand at that name, she just gulped, her fathers sinister face flashed through her mind, making her feel ill. She sensed her intuition was telling her something, why is he asking something so obvious, 'did he live under a rock or something' she thought.

It was no suprise everyone knew who her father was after all he was the CEO of L/N Theatre Production, his legacy was still relevant today. Even after he died. Even after he was replaced by some weird blue haired motherfucker who talked like his lungs were as dark as a sullen cloud before the sun who went by the name Tomura Shigaraki

''Man, just get out! The hells wrong with you?'' Keigo shouted, he sensed Y/Ns discomfort at that statement Dabi made. He didnt need to know why she tensed at that name but he didnt care. Keigo was the complete opposite of Dabi, While his friend was a total douchebag when it came to girls, Keigo who was raised by a single mother, has total respect for women, he knew the troubles they went through. and they deserved the up most respect more than anything. A total gentleman.

Dabi puts his arms up in defence still smirking.

''Im just sayin you sure as hell dont wanna be fooling around with that.'' he pointed at her figure sprawled out on the bed covering her chest with Keigos bed covers.

She didn`t like this feeling. The feeling of humiliation, he pointed at her like she was a peice of crap from the streets. And he looked at her like she at the bottom of his boots. Dabi`s sinister gaze increased as he noticed her discomfort expanding by the second he continued to shame her.

''Her father might aswell rise from the pits of hell and taunt you in your dreams, God forbid anyone fools around with his precious daughter, who would have thought that as soon as he died his Popstar daughter would act like a prostitute from the red light district-'' He states so casually. She gasped at the sudden insult.

''Tch, your shocked? you literally look like you could be on the front page of a porn site right now, sprawled out naked under the covers naked.''

Y/N wanted the ground to swallow her whole, fighting the tears of humiliation, she was too embrassed to even look at Keigo or Dabi, instead she kept her glossy Y/E/C eyes glued on the ground as he just smirked.

Its almost like history was repeating itself again, in a way. She could not move, she couldnt speak, she could not defend herself, as Dabi continued slut shaming her she just kept her eyes glued onto the floor her sweaty hands gripping the covers to her chest with dear life, feeling hopeless as she took in his insults one by one, each stabbing her heart violently. Her tearfull gaze expanded his sadistic nature that made the corner of his lips turn into a manic grin. "Aww, dont cry, yo birdbrain, you gonna give little miss Pop star some dick, maybe that`ll-''

''WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT?! GET THE FUCK OUT!'' Keigo screams angrily. She felt weak but then Keigo, her knight in shining armour came to her rescue, abruptly interrupting his harsh, lewd statements. Pushing Dabi out the door, She could see him smirking at her before the door got slammed shut by Keigo.

''I had no idea what he was yapping on about, Im so sorry.'' Keigo apoligises, as he knelt down to see Y/Ns tearfull gaze as she looked at him with pleasing eyes. Keigo felt his heart shatter, he took her waist in his arms as Y/N hugged his neck and sniffled as she let tears go freely, the warmth of his body made her feel comforted, as she breathed his minty scent in as he rubbed her back, they stayed there for a while not saying a word, only in each others space was enough for them, before she pulls away.

''its okay, um i think i should go.'' She said startled by Dabi, to which Keigo nods handing her clothes to her before he left to give her some privacy.

As Y/N got changed all she could think about was Dabi`s words, prostitute from the red light district. Who even was he, its almost like he could have predicted her fathers actions if he were still alive. What did he know?

She decided it would be best to leave and never come back to Keigos as she didn`t want to have an encounter with Dabi again. she stepped out the room before heading down the stairs making sure she had her purse and phone before exiting, turning back to close the door she spotted Dabi`s face by the railway at the stairs. He just smiled at her, and she slammed the door behind her, making her way out, never to return again.

weird motherfucker.

This is the first chapter <3 HOPE you guys like it, P.S Dabis gonna be a lil toxic but so is Y/N i hope you enjoyed the first chapter if you liked it please like, reblog or comment. also leave a follow and comment if you want to be added to my taglist. Smell ya later pooks ;3

[aizawasprincess]

Get Your Shit Together (So I Can Love You)

Pairing: Hawks/Reader

Rating: T

Words: 1,119

Genre: Hurt/Comfort

Tags/Warnings: One Shot, Gender Neutral Reader, Smidge of Angst, Double Agent Hawks, Implied League of Villains Work, Medical Procedures, Wounds, Reader Is Implied to Have Some Sort of Medical Training, Not Really Friends To Lovers But On the Cusp of It

Summary: Hawks shows up at your door wounded and unwilling to explain how he got that way. Again. You know he’s up to something bad, something dangerous, but all you can do is put him back together again and wish things were different.

A/N: AAAHHH JESUS FUCK A GIANT SPIDER JUST RAN ACROSS MY CHEST WHILE I WAS CREATING THIS POST

Okay. Okay. I’m alright. It’s good. Everything’s fine.

Anyway so this is a fic I wrote a couple years ago after suddenly waking up in the middle of the night only to type it and pass promptly back out once it was finished. I was going through my fics to go back and start working on another older one when I saw this, re-read it, and decided to post it.

On TV, Hawks always seemed sort of… small. Zipping through the skies so fast the eye could barely catch him. Or standing between the mountain that was Endeavor and the lean height that was Best Jeanist. But now, standing in your living room at 2am, Hawks seems larger than life.

You blink owlishly up at him as he steps through the threshold of your door after offering little more than a “hey, kid, sorry it’s so late, but can I come in?”

He was the number two hero, you certainly weren’t going to tell him no.

“Keigo, wh-“ You stop short as you glance over him and notice red staining the lining of his jacket. A moment of panic bursts through you, and you squeal out a distressed “Keigo!” before settling into work mode.

You grasp his arm firmly and guide him into your bathroom, settling him on the toilet, always careful of his wings, before digging under your sink for medical supplies.

“Do I even want to know?” You ask as you help him out of the jacket and then shirt, assessing the damage. He gives you one of his signature cheeky grins, but you can see it’s strained with pain. He’s got a long gash running from his ribcage to his hip, and it looks deep.

“Probably not.”

You sigh. “And why are you darkening my doorstep at two in the morning instead of at the hospital?”

You’re sure you already know the answer. This is confirmed when you look up and his face has turned grim.

“You know I can’t tell you that.”

You allow frustration to leak into your voice. “I know you won’t tell me that.”

“Look, kid-“

You hear pleading in his voice, but you ignore it and hold up your hand, interrupting him. “Yeah, yeah, I know. Listen, this is bad, and it looks like it needs stitches, which I am not trained to do.”

“But you know how to do them anyway,” he says with a lopsided smile, “and really, who needs a hospital when I’ve got the best nurse in the world right here?” You give him a disparaging look and go to scrub your hands.

Grabbing some antiseptic, you begin cleaning his wound. He hisses and you see his stomach muscles flex as it stings, but you don’t stop. If he was going to play stupid games, he was going to win painful prizes.

“This is going to hurt worse, you know.” You pull suturing supplies from your kit and he grimaces knowingly and nods.

He’s being uncharacteristically quiet, and you stop threading the needle momentarily to look him over. He’s looking away from you, staring into your shower. Even still, you can see exhaustion clinging to him, purple crescents stamped under his eyes and visible despite his eyeliner. A small sigh escapes your nostrils and he glances up at you.

“Here,” you say, and your voice seems too loud to you, echoing off the walls, “brace yourself on me, and I’ll try to make this as quick as possible so we can get some ibuprofen in you.”

You finish threading the needle and grab his hands, placing them on your hips. His grip is light at first, almost tentative, and he doesn’t look you in the eye. Which is fine, because just now, in the quiet of your bathroom, you’ve noticed how intimate this has become, and you can’t meet his gaze either. You set to the task at hand, and his grip tightens considerably.

Once you finally finish, you carefully clean up the remaining blood and bandage him up. You finally let your gaze drift to his face, and find he’s already looking at you. You’re both quiet for a moment. You search his eyes for anything at all that might give a hint as to what he’s thinking. You do not find it, but do find yourself falling into those pools of liquid gold.

You realize he’s still holding onto your hips when his grip tightens. His touch burns you through your pajamas.

“Kid…” his voice trails off, and you suddenly realize how close you are as his eyes trail down your face.

A sudden crash from the living room makes you jump away, almost guiltily, and then neither of you can look at each other anymore. You don’t even investigate the noise; you can hear the bell on your cat’s collar jingle as she runs away from the scene of whatever crime she just committed. You turn to your medical kit and briskly put everything away, cheeks feeling like they’re on fire.

“I’ll get you some clothes,” you say, putting the kit back under the sink, “and then you can crash on the couch.”

You start to walk away, but his grip on your wrist stops you. You look back at him questioningly. The look on his face is intense- far more intense than the carefree hero persona he usually dons.

“Thank you. For everything. You know I- I don’t know how I’d do this without you.”

Your eyes soften, and you twist your arm until you’re holding his hand. “Of course. I’m here any time you need me.”

You squeeze his hand gently, and then go off to find the pair of sweats and t-shirt you keep just for nights like this. Back in the bathroom, you help him to get the shirt on around his wound and his wings, and then leave to let him finish changing.

You’re just finishing setting up the couch when you feel a presence behind you. You turn your head slightly and then jump out of your skin when you see that he is right next to you. You mutter a curse and give him a look. “I’m going to put a bell on you, just like the cat.”

He grins, and you help him settle onto the couch. Glancing at the clock, you realize it’s now nearing four in the morning. He follows your gaze and looks guilty.

“I guess I should really let you go back to sleep now. I really am sorry for waking you.”

You shake your head. “You should get some sleep. You need rest if you want that to heal. I’m going to stay here for a while and watch you to make sure you don’t die.”

You make him take some over-the-counter pain meds, and sit down next to the couch to watch him as he falls asleep.

He wakes several hours later to your head on your arms on the couch next to him, fast asleep. He can’t help the small smile that spreads across his face as he reaches an arm out to rest his hand on your head.

[mamawasatesttube]

for the prompt thing: "i'm better now that you're here"

alternatively, "i'm not going anywhere", whether that's angst or fluff is up to you

Unlatching Tim's skylight locks with a flick of TTK is as easy as breathing. Kon slips into his apartment like he's done a thousand times before, hovering near the ceiling for a moment to take in the glorious sight below him.

Tim's holding a PlayStation controller and glaring at the TV. He has his bad leg propped up on the coffee table, an ice pack on his swollen ankle; he's wearing one of Kon's old, faded Smallville Daylily Enthusiast Club T-shirts and a pair of atrociously purple gym shorts that can only have been a gift from Steph, and his bangs are pinned back to the top of his head with a big, sparkly Wonder Woman barrette. His grumpy scowl and puffed out cheeks only add to the spectacle.

What a fucking mess. Kon is so in love with this man it hurts.

Grinning like the besotted fool he is, he swoops down from above, sets the tote bag full of homemade baked goods on the table, and plops down next to Tim. "Hi, sunshine. How's my poor flightless bird doing?"

Tim flops into his side. Kon wraps an arm around him and coos sympathetically, and Tim sighs. "Better now that you're here. ...As long as you did bring Ma's apple pie like you promised."

"I did bring you Ma's apple pie," Kon assures him. "And chocolate croissants, and blueberry muffins, and almond twists. We went all out on the baking to support you in recovery from your horrible injury, and now I'm here, I'm not going anywhere, so you have both good food and good company."

Tim's lips twitch, and he gives Kon a long, contemplative look, one that Kon can easily read as him not knowing whether to be pleased about the sweets or grumpy about the teasing.

Well, Kon can help him make up his mind real easy-like. He gives Tim a fond squeeze, smushes a kiss to his temple, and grins.

"I still can't believe that despite being a superhero every single night, you managed to fuck up your ankle doing skateboard tricks. You're a fuckin' riot, man!"

Yup. Tim's face goes flat, and he huffs (although in both entertaining and endearing news, he doesn't stop snuggling into Kon's side). "Shut up, asshole. Dick and Cass have been making fun of me in the group chat all day. I don't need this from you, too."

"Awww." Kon kisses his hair. Tim leans more heavily into him, and he has to fight not to melt completely into a puddle of fond laughter. "Okay, okay. Sorry, Tony Hawk. I know this must be hard on you."

"One more skateboard joke and I'm divorcing you," Tim warns.

"We aren't even married yet." Kon squeezes him affectionately. "You'll have to marry me first."

Tim heaves a very put-upon sigh, glancing up at Kon through his eyelashes. Then he casts a meaningful look at the tote bag and hums. "Hm... keep that up, and I might just."

Grinning harder, Kon lays his cheek against Tim's hair. "Well, sunshine," he says, "if you ask me, I think we've got a deal."

♥ angst/fluff prompts ♥

[aftgficrec]

This is the first time I’ve ever caught you open! Can you send fics of just neil being put through absolute hell. I only need it to be finished and to have a not totally sad ending. Im good with canon post canon and aus so really whatever. Thank you so much I find literally all my fics on your page <3

This kid just can’t catch a break, can he?

There’s plenty of fics we can offer you where Neil doesn’t have a great time (physically or emotionally), just see our list of recs from previous posts.  You’ll find more under our raven!neil, dark and angst w/happy ending tags (not all fics in those tags are complete).  

Please be aware of the trigger warnings though, due to their nature some of these fics deal with some heavy material.

Hope you’ll find what you’re looking for here! - S

A selection from previous posts:

‘Black As Is The Raven, He’ll Get A Partner’ and ‘Timeless’ here

‘hawk in the raven nest’  here

‘Take to the Wing’  here

‘Oh Raven’  here

‘Die Free or Die a Failure’ and ‘Night is the Raven, Day is the Fox’ (both completed) here

‘Scared to Live (But I'm Scared to Die)’ (completed) here

‘Not Damsels, Not Knights’ here

‘what it takes to survive’ (completed) here

‘Heartlines’ and ‘This Is What Hollows’ (completed) here

‘If Only I Were Enough’ (completed) and ‘don't break the glass’ (completed) here (part 1 of the glass series) 

‘Double Trouble’ series here

‘Out of the Ashes’ series here (Part 1 and 2 completed)

‘Make A Believer Out Of Me’ here

‘what if the butcher hurt neil permanently in baltimore’ here

 ‘here and where you are’ here

‘Pause and Restart My Heart’ series here

‘The Bones of You’ here

‘and in a flash, it’s gone’ and ‘(don’t fear) the reaper’ here

‘Creatures We Find in the Forest’ here

‘There Now, Steady Love’ and ‘Except When It's No’ here

‘I Hope You Lie To Me’ here

‘The Story After You’ here

‘and you thought i hated you’ here

‘The Morning AUs, Chapter 14: The Bodyguard AU’ here

‘If all else perished, and he remained’ here

‘stifle my choice and the air in my lungs’ here

‘Purple Skies’ here

‘Monsters on the Top Floor’ here

‘The Reaper’ and ‘TALE OF A MARTYR IN XII PARTS’ (both completed) here

‘The Nameless Monster’ here

‘Through our memories, we live’ (completed) and ‘Hold Each Other, Chapter 24-31: Go or Go Ahead’ here

‘Hold Each Other: Chapter 5: The Gun Still Rattles’ here, ‘Chapter 7: Nothing Always Means Something’ here

‘Calling Me Back Once Again’ here

‘Amor Vincit Omnia’ (completed)  here 

‘Run to You’ here

‘Ghost of You’ here

You may also find something in these posts:

Neil with depression/mental health issues here

Neil attempts suicide here

Christmas at Evermore here

What Lies in Wait by starwarned [Rated M, 23419 words, complete, 2023]

Neil is being haunted — or else he’s losing his mind. All he can hear are the screams echoing in his head. But he and Andrew have made it this far, haven’t they? Can’t they survive a little more? Based on What Lies Beneath.

tw: violence, tw: psychological torture, tw: kidnapping 

Pull Up The Ladder When The Flood Comes by WinterFrost250 [Rated M, 3248 words, complete, 2023]

“Neil-” Kevin paused and looked around the room. As if only just realizing they were surrounded by people, he began speaking in vehement French. “I’m sorry Neil I didn’t mean to look, I just-” Kevin glanced down at his phone, “It was just there when I opened it. I’m sorry.” OR Kevin gets sent pictures from an unknown number of Neils's time in Evermore and shit hits the fan.

tw: implied/referenced rape/noncon, tw: implied/referenced torture, tw: implied/referenced abuse, tw: panic attacks

the boy in the basement by iriswords [Rated M, 3376 words, complete, 2023]

Part 21 of Febuwhump 2023 The Wesninskis are a well-known family in town. A macabre one, with only one survivor: Nathan Wesninski. Every day, Andrew likes to pass in front of the house on his way back home. He observes it distantly, taken over by morbid curiosity. It's how he notices the eyes watching him through the windows of the basement.

tw: violence, tw: torture, tw: blood, tw: major character injury, tw: implied/referenced abuse

next best thing by iriswords [Rated M, 1546 words, complete, 2023]

Part 13 of Febuwhump 2023 Mary and Nathaniel are caught by one of Nathan's enemies while they're on the run. Said enemy doesn't have anything against the two of them, but he deeply desires revenge on Nathan. And in the absence of Nathan, he chooses the next best thing.

tw: violence, tw: blood, tw: major character injury

keep telling me that it gets better (does it ever?) by phan_taloon [Rated M, 15415 words, complete, 2022, locked]

Except the cool steel felt too much like the cool cement of a dirty basement, it burned and numbed his back too much like- He wasn’t fine. But his meds could fix it. He scrambled to his feet, stumbling down the hall to the bathroom and yanking the cabinet open and grabbing the pill bottle in a fist tight enough to hurt. He shook one of the pretty little pills into his palm and he swallowed it dry. But one wasn’t enough. Or, AU where Neil never met the Foxes, with a little less mafia and a little more pain for Neil when he ends up captured by Nathan for months, and has to deal with the consequences by himself. He ends up in treatment for chronic pain with opioids, and let's just say opioid use is tricky when you're alone and in pain; one thing can lead to another more easily than it seems.

tw: drug addiction, tw: drug overdose, tw: withdrawal, tw: suicidal thoughts, tw: implied/referenced self harm, tw: implied/referenced abuse, tw: implied/referenced torture, tw: vomit

no matter when and where, we'll be alright by jingerhead [Rated M, 11611 words, complete, 2022]

Of all the night’s events, there were only three things that Nathaniel really remembered clearly: the moments before the riots, being questioned by Lola in the car, and watching his father walk down the stairs to the basement. The last thing Nathaniel could remember was the way the light caught the blade of his father’s axe, blinding and terrifying as it was raised towards the ceiling. He couldn’t remember it coming down but it had to one way or another, right?

tw: amputation, tw: nightmares, tw: panic attacks

are we whole or just two halves/reaching out to the unknown? by Raphael_Stantiago [Not Rated, 18881 words, complete, Aftg Big Bang 2022]

An informant/defence attorney au, where Neil never left his father and was sucked into the family business, and gave them all up as soon as possible. However, when Neil meets his attorney Andrew, it gets a little more complicated. Cue them falling in love across various court cases, arrests and one on one meetings, all with the threat of witness protection hanging over their heads. NB: fic art by @oliviaillustrations here

tw: implied/referenced abuse, tw: implied/referenced torture, tw: implied/referenced violence, tw: dissociation 

All Alone, I've Lost the Hope by phan_taloon [Rated T, 6873 words, complete, 2021, locked]

Even now, lying in the cold concrete floor of wherever he is, surrounded by armed men and women, drowsy from a concussion and drugs, and body pulsating in pain from several places, he still doesn’t believe in regret. Even at the face of the bastard in front of him, the cruel smile and the hungry glint of his eyes, he’d always choose to stay. Even if the FBI may have been right to say the Witness Protection Program was the only logical path to choose with so many of his father’s men and allies still out there.

also available on tumblr here and here 

tw: violence, tw: implied/referenced torture, tw: kidnapping, tw: nonconsensual drug use, tw: blood, tw: suicidal thoughts, tw: depression

It never comes from your enemies by spectaclesandbooks [Rated T, 19408 words, complete, 2021]

"Name?" "Andrew Minyard," he pushes out through gritted teeth. “Well well well,” the man on the other end sounds amused, smug. Andrew waits for him to continue, his feet pounding against the pavement. “If you’re the one coming to meet me, I have to assume you’ve finally found a way to keep Josten on a leash?” The clink of metal, rough breathing, unseeing blue eyes, panicked pleading. When Andrew doesn’t answer, the Raven presses further. “Either you’ve found a way to keep him subdued or you’re not coming alone like you were told. Which is it, Minyard? I told you what would happen if you didn’t do as you were asked.” “Neil won’t be bothering us,” Andrew spits out, “he’s staying at home for this one.” There’s movement on the other end of the phone, presumably the Raven preparing to leave and come meet him. “Excellent,” he says easily. “That means you and I can conduct our business in peace and no-one gets hurt."

tw: violence, tw: blood, tw: panic attacks, tw: implied/referenced self harm

That one party series by Thegaydepression [Rated T, 13872 words, 2 complete works, 2021]

Part 1: Orange (T (we say M), 9237 words)

"Orange is for someone who doesn’t suffocate. But Neil does. He suffocates and he feels it clawing at his throat and beating in his ears and pounding on his chest" ----------------------- Neil thought he was fine, but then he goes to a stupid, loud, bright party. Neil thought he was fine, but he isn't. Not at all.

tw: rape/noncon, tw: violence, tw: panic attacks, tw: depression, tw: anxiety, tw: nightmares, tw: implied/referenced self harm

Part 2: Maybe Orange isn't Suffocating (Not Rated, 4635 words)

A second part to "Orange" ---------------------------------- Andrew is (not) coping Aaron is a surprisingly good brother Neil is not fine

tw: rape/noncon, tw: violence, tw: kidnapping, tw: dissociation, tw: panic attacks, 

hold me close (don't let go) by cake_lovin_ace [Rated G, 4123 words, complete, 2021]

Part 2 of weight of a martyr night by night memories of his childhood flooded his mind’s eye, all the things neil had tried his hardest to suppress. all the times he had been hurt; gotten the scars that littered his torso; been betrayed by the very people meant to protect him. it was like reliving everything all over again in vivid technicolor, and when he managed to claw his way out of the maze his mind trapped him in it was all he could do to remain upright and not crumpled on the floor; on the bed instead of hidden below it; dry-cheeked instead of sobbing hysterically. or neil struggles with memories of the past. andrew helps.

tw: implied/referenced abuse, tw: panic attacks, tw: dissociation

what comes after nightmares by moth_writes [Rated T, 10146 words, complete, Aftg Big Bang 2020]

Father won't accept anything less than the best. Nathaniel shuts his eyes and wills himself to a dreamless sleep. Or at least one without knives and blood and pain. He's not successful, but the next time he wakes it is to an alarm and the sun in his window. It's the best he can hope for. ... Neil falls asleep easily, and he knows he has someone with him to battle the darkness back where it belongs now. Neil is thirty, and he is wrapped in his husband’s arms with two cats purring next to them. He fights his own nightmares, and he has his family at his side to help. He’s home. (Neil's nightmares and what happens after, ages 5-30.)

NB: find art for this fic by @i-did here

tw: graphic descriptions of violence, tw: nightmares, tw: child abuse, tw: implied/referenced torture

👑 ROYAL AU WRITING MASTERPOST 👑 by @emry-stars-art [tumblr, 2023]

(especially the posts concerning Neil’s (Abram’s) treatment at Evermore)  e.g. Abram’s return from Evermore, Pieces of his recovery, Andrew taking over Abram’s care

👑 ROYAL AU TUMBLR LORE MASTERPOST 👑 by @emry-stars-art [tumblr, 2023] (comprises both text and art posts)

e.g. Abram's brands pt1 / pt2

tw: violence, tw: injuries, tw: scars, tw: panic attacks, tw: dissociation 

“Perhaps you’ll take me out one day — or do I have to make an appointment?” prompt fill by @ravenvsfox [tumblr, 2017]

His morning is a string of disasters that begins with covering the ER in the Sunday rush of hypochondriac elderly and fussy children. It’s one long stretch of kicked over paint buckets, a mess you can’t ignore, splattering the walls and getting on his shoes.

Art

andreil post-baltimore by @intradaya

It’s over. You’re going to be okay. We’ve got you. by @rainbowd00dles

"All that time fighting and you never learned how to duck?" by @rainbowd00dles

Sunrise, Abram, death: these are truths. by @boydsjosten

Neil Josten art by @runningwithhellhounds

Neil & Wymack after Evermore comic by @rijirain

Neil in the Wymack’s bathroom after winter holidays art by @eggpy

“Help me,” “Let me” by @rainbowd00dles

And if you make it out alive, hold that bloody head up high art by @pearsfears

I’m fine art by @laurafromnowhere

Nathaniel/Neil gif by @queen-of-perplexity

hurt Neil by @rhyva

[shewasverynice]

Fandom: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia (Anime & Manga) WILL CONTAIN SPOILERS

Major Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death, Referenced Child Abuse, Implied/Referenced Self-Harm, Implied Childhood Sexual Abuse, Non-Consensual Drug Use

Full tags/warnings on Chapter links post

Major Characters: Original Characters, Takami Keigo | Hawks, Hero Public Safety Commission, Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead

꒰ Amethyst ꒱

"Did you know you get a hell of an accent when you fuck?" Halcyon asked casually, her fork flicking at a green pepper on her plate.

Hawks looked up at her from the eggs on his own plate, swallowing his mouthful before he grinned at her. "Nah, I had no idea," he said, "The HPSC trained my accent mostly outta me."

She pointed her fork at him and smiled, "See? There it is again. Is it just when you're being Keigo?"

He tilted his head, chewing through another bite before he said, "I guess that's a good way to put it."

Halcyon nodded a little, biting that same slice of pepper between her teeth. She mumbled, "It's cute."

Hawks laughed, resting his cheek on one hand that he propped up on his elbow, "Yeah? You into it?"

She smirked at him, "Yeah. I guess so."

He chuckled a little, picking up a piece of toast to sop up the remainder of his breakfast. His eyes flicked up to her again, watching as she pushed a tomato around on her plate. She'd only eaten the eggs mostly. Why did she bother putting the veggies in the breakfast she made for them anyway? Just for him?

"Eat it all," he mumbled through his bite, jutting his chin towards her plate, "You gotta eat better, babe."

She pouted, but didn't argue. Instead, she pricked the tomato with her fork and ate it.

That was becoming a pattern he couldn't miss. Every morning after they could sneak in some fun at night she wouldn't be nearly as argumentative with him for the rest of the day. Was it bad that he could only compare it to when you take a really amped up dog to the park and they're really well behaved after? Maybe she just needed it to calm down sometimes? Well, he certainly wouldn't suggest any other alternatives.

She finished off her food and stood up, picking up her plate and his before walking to the kitchen. He tilted his head after a sip of coffee, admiring the sway of her hips beneath his t-shirt. Her hair was tied up in a little ponytail, her neck sporting a little purple mark where he'd gotten a little too excited.

They had to be so careful. No visible marks. Nothing intimate outside of his penthouse. No evidence they were together like this. Exhilarating, but aggravating. He'd love nothing more than to slap her ass and send her on her way every morning with a few signs that she belonged to him and only him.

Silently she padded back through from the kitchen, running her fingers through his feathers as she passed by to pick up her leotard off the floor by the couch. She laid it against the backrest before she pulled off his t-shirt and he couldn't help but let out a low whistle of admiration. He winked at her when she glanced over her shoulder at him and laughed as she tried to pretend she didn't like him looking at her like that.

"Don't you want to shower first?" He asked as she clicked the little clasp of the high collar around her neck.

She shook her head, picking up the yellow jacket and shaking it out once before she pushed her arm through the sleeve. "I like smelling like you," she said nonchalantly and Hawks dropped his head to hide how much it embarrassed him.

"You're so cute sometimes," he chuckled, shaking his head, "Why d'ya gotta be so mean? Just stay like this all the time."

"Pff," she smirked as she stepped back up to the table and lifted his head with her hands, "That's boring. You'd be so bored. Gotta keep you on your toes."

She kissed his forehead, then down his nose before kissing his lips. His arms wrapped around her hips and he smiled up at her as his chin pressed softly into her chest when she drew back. Her hands slipped through his blond hair and he closed his eyes, that smile growing more goofy and relaxed.

"Be safe out there, okay?" He murmured, "Wear your flip-flops. Don't get tetanus or something when you run around on patrol."

She huffed, kissing the top of his head again, but still agreed with a short, "Okay."

And with that she was gone. Out the window and off to do her job. The fire of Pheonix's wings reflected off the glass windows while he watched her and he couldn't help but sigh.

A month already. They'd been at this secret game for a month and he loved it and hated it at the same time.

With another sigh, he rose from his chair to shower. He had a long day ahead.

· · ────── ·𖥸· ────── · ·

Heron nervously straightened his feathers once again and Hawks nudged him with his elbow. Heron straightened up quickly, standing silently beside his teammate. The ceremony would end soon enough, but Heron was brimming with nervous energy.

The mayor blabbed on and on, talking about how much the new community center was good for the city and blah blah blah. The heroes here today were instrumental and yadda yadda. Hawks was barely there, his mind already wandering to the patrol he had to do later, what he wanted to get for dinner, how itchy his shoulder was, how cute Halcyon's voice was when she--

"Thank you for your continued support, gentleman!" The mayor said to them both and they smiled as the crowd applauded.

Afterwards Hawks approached Heron, clapping his hand on the white haired man's shoulder and grinning. "What's got you so worked up, man?" He asked.

"Oh, well..." Heron nervously dug into his pocket, pulling out a little white box. Hawks' eyes widened a little as the light glinted off the set of round gold earrings. They were set with a few large purple gemstones, amethysts it looked like.

"Pretty," Hawks said as Heron closed the box again, "For Kiwi?"

Heron nodded, "Yeah. I just hope she likes them. I know she likes gold and purple but she doesn't usually do hoop earrings."

"Why'd you get them then?" Hawks asked.

"Well so, there's this lady who custom makes them," Heron explained, "Kiwi saw her the other day selling them at the flea market and I just thought I'd surprise her. She mostly seems to work with silver, but I know Kiwi prefers gold so I just picked these up."

"I think she'll love them," Hawks said, grinning as he bumped his fist on Heron's shoulder, "She'll love anything you give her."

Heron smiled sheepishly, "Yeah, she would but... I just want her to actually wear them you know? I just like seeing her in stuff I bought."

"Ah, that makes sense," Hawks said, his hand landing on his chin thoughtfully. That was an idea, huh? What if he got something pretty for Halcyon to wear? She already strutted around in his merch jacket, sure, but he hadn't bought that for her himself. If she had a necklace or a bracelet or something that only he knew he'd given to her that would be pretty fun. Maybe the fans would get all riled up and make more articles about how they should date again. It was actually getting kind of fun for him to follow his own gossip when he had a secret to keep from them.

Heron laughed then pointed at Hawks, "I know that look. Go on, I'm sure you could get there and back before I'm done with these stupid interviews."

Hawks laughed, "Yeah? Am I that obvious?"

"A bit," Heron shrugged and smirked at his friend, brushing some lint off his costume, "But really it's just because I know you. Hurry back, alright? You're up right after me."

Hawks nodded, spreading his wings and taking to the skies. With a heavy flap, he darted off towards where the flea market was set up, the colored canopies and tent tops coming quickly into view.

He landed lightly, folding his wings back before he scanned the area quickly. Luckily it was a pretty organized place, most of the shops were nearby similar stalls so the handmade jewelry was all located in relatively the same area. The food in one spot, all the weird wood working stuff that was always in a flea market, the tables of some kind of terracotta pots that an old lady had painted like frogs. That kind of flea market stuff that you think is cute but you'd probably never buy or know what to even do with.

Soon he spotted exactly where Heron had found those earrings. There was a short bald man with the shining purple stones sprouting from his skin in various places, almost like a golem made of sparkling amethyst. Beside him behind the table of jewelry was a beautiful woman, her purple hair almost a matching color to the man's quirk. She was wearing all kinds of purple jewelry, multiple rings and necklaces and earrings. Even a bright purple top and shoes.

"Guess you really like purple, huh?" Hawks chuckled, giving her a little nod before his eyes roamed over the jewelry she'd carefully placed on soft black foam.

"I do," she laughed, her hand patting the rock formations growing on the man beside her, "It's the best color, isn't it?"

Hawks shrugged when he glanced up at her, "It's nice, yeah." He looked down again, but didn't really find anything that caught his eye. It was all pretty and sparkly of course, certainly appealing to his bird-like instincts to "pick up shinies for pretty girl." None of it really called to his more rational side though. Nothing that Halcyon would even wear. There was a nice little set of purple stud earrings. He'd like those himself honestly, but Hal usually went with more dangling things.

"Say, my buddy mentioned you make custom pieces," Hawks said, looking up at the woman again, "Got the time for me?"

"Oh, of course!" The woman said with a bright smile, "I've always got time for Heroes." She leaned in with a conspiratorial smirk and whispered, "Got something you want for a special little lady, Hawks?"

Hawks winked and said, "I have my share of secrets."

"What are you looking for then?" She asked with a chuckle, "What does this little secret like?"

Hawks pondered for a moment before he caught a glimpse of one of his feathers catching the breeze. He pounded his fist into his palm and said, "Feathers."

"Well, naturally," the woman said with another low chuckle, "I'd imagine that's a given."

Hawks laughed a little sheepishly, "Yeah, I'd imagine so." He nodded, then asked, "So do I pay you now...or?"

"Oh, no. I trust you wouldn't stand me up," she said with a wave of her hand, "A hero like you wouldn't leave me hanging. No, I'll get started on something and you just come back tomorrow."

"Tomorrow?" Hawks asked, watching her as she walked over to the gem covered man and gently turned him, "That's not too soon?"

She shook her head, but then Hawks couldn't help but wince as she took a chisel right to the man's rock formations. The man himself held back a yelp and Hawks brows furrowed. She wasn't being very careful while she chipped at what was undoubtedly a part of his body, but the winged man chose to keep his comments to himself. The gem-man seemed, at least emotionally, okay with it? Hawks didn't really want to butt in.

"Just come on back tomorrow afternoon," the woman said again, "I'll have it ready for you, alright?"

Hawks nodded, though he couldn't keep his eyes off the man as he covered his mouth to hide a cry of pain.  It really wasn't his place to say, but he couldn't help but ask, "You alright man? That looks like it hurts."

The man opened his watery eyes and gave Hawks a little thumbs up. "No worries. I'm good," he rasped, "Wh-whatever she needs is fine."

Hawks opened his mouth to say something else, but closed it again. Better not, he thought. He really didn't have a right to say much, especially when his own relationship had its own share of unfair selfishness. Relationships were just like that sometimes, right? If the guy was happy, who was he to say anything?

But later that evening once he'd finally dropped down onto the couch with his wings drooping over the back rest, he still hadn't gotten it off his mind. It just wasn't sitting right. Why didn't she care that she was hurting him like that? There had to be a better way to utilize his quirk, right?

Suddenly Halcyon's face appeared above him. Upside down and over the backrest, her hair curtained down from above over his face. She was grinning at first, but when she saw his expression her own twisted into confusion.

"What's on your mind, Pretty Bird?" Halcyon asked, reaching down to tap her index finger on the end of his nose.

"Ah," he sighed, shrugging a little, "I just saw something that bugged me today. Nothing serious."

"Wanna tell me about it?" She asked, hopping over to sit in his lap as he pushed himself back upright.

He placed a hand on her lower back as she scooted a little closer. He tilted his head thoughtfully and asked, "Do you think it's okay for someone to just go with whatever their significant other wants? Like, even if it hurts you physically?"

Halcyon narrowed her eyes. "Mm? What do you mean?"

"Oh, no, it's nothing you're doing," he said quickly, "I just saw a couple today that seemed kinda... Bad? Unhealthy? Weird? I'm not sure how to say it."

"Was she all bruised up or something?" Halcyon asked, "Maybe she's afraid to leave?"

"Actually it was the other way," Hawks said, "He had a quirk that grew purple gemstones on him and she was chiseling them off for her business."

"Oh," Halcyon cocked her head, "So it was hurting him?" Hawks nodded and she shrugged and said, "Well maybe he's into pain or something?"

Hawks snorted, tipping his head back to laugh and Halcyon huffed, crossing her arms, "Well, I'm not exactly the one you should ask about healthy relationships. I'm pretty shit at this already."

"You're not--" Hawks cut himself off, then awkwardly scratched the back at his head, "Well, we're learning together."

She grunted, "Don't actually admit that, asshole. You're supposed to just reassure me or some shit."

"Nah, we both know you're a brat," he teased, "But I've got my own shit so we can just call it even."

Halcyon didn't say anything for a moment then said quietly, "I think you like it when I'm mean."

Hawks was a little taken aback. Was she right? Maybe she was in a way. He certainly hadn't seen a healthy relationship as a kid or even much of any relationships ever in his lifetime. His Dad probably would have been hitting his Mom too if she wasn't the only thing keeping him hidden. Sometimes he'd be so sweet to her and other times he'd yell and throw shit just for her looking at him. But would witnessing that make Keigo okay with this kind of treatment from a girlfriend? Is that how that worked? He knew it wasn't normal even then, but was still accepting a lesser version of abuse now.

Halcyon tapped on his forehead with her knuckles lightly, "Hey, don't zone out. What are you thinking?"

Hawks blinked then smiled as he wrapped his arms around her waist. He pulled her fully into his lap, her legs automatically spreading to place her hips against his. "You're beautiful," he said, sitting up to kiss her.

She put her hand over his mouth and scowled, "You're hiding something again."

"Yeah," he admitted, his voice muffled by her hand, "But so are you, so I guess we can call it even for now?"

"Okay well," she grumbled, pulling her hand back and looking away from him surprisingly shyly. She opened her mouth again after a moment, then chewed her lower lip. Finally, she held his gaze again and said softly, "My therapist said I should... Open up more. Maybe that would help you too?"

"Do you think I need help?" Hawks asked, tilting his head.

"I mean, I'm surprised you don't see it," Halcyon said, resting her chest against his and reaching up to brush his windswept hair back.

He shrugged and said, "I think I'm pretty well adjusted, but I'm not exactly a professional." He looked down at her, his eyes glancing at her lips. They were a little dry. She needed to drink more water again. He wondered if she'd been drinking more or less alcohol since they'd gotten together. Part of him hoped she'd just ween herself off of her functional alcoholism so he wouldn't have to ever bring it up.

"We can," she started, her voice even quieter as she muttered, "We can try this exercise he wanted me to do. Like... I share something and then you would too."

Hawks unintentionally stiffened a bit. Oh, she might have had a point he realized. When it came to his past, not only had he been trained not to talk about it, but he also really didn't want to go back to that place. It made him angry. Incredibly angry. Angry and lonely.

But then that look in her eyes; the weakness and fear in those pretty green eyes that he was just barely being allowed to witness. It would be okay. She of all people would understand, right? She'd understood to keep his name a secret without him ever telling her to. She had all kinds of baggage too. She'd get it.

"You first," he said quietly, one of his feathers floating over to turn the lights down lower in the apartment.

She watched it as it floated back, clearly stalling for time. He could feel her heartbeat pounding, her eyes looking at her hands as they rested on his chest just below his collar. He kinda wished he'd changed out of his costume already, but she was too unpredictable and he had to take his chances when he could.

"I'm really afraid of getting close to people and watching them leave me like I'm nothing," she mumbled, "So... Promise me you won't leave?"

Hawks eyes softened, his arms sliding up from around her hips to her upper back where he squeezed her tight, "Sera, I would never leave over something you shared with me."

"Promise me," she whispered, hiding her face beside his neck.

"I promise," he answered, one hand carding through her silky brown hair.

She swallowed thickly then said, "When he first approached me, I had just been in a big fight with Kingfisher. I was only thirteen and I flew as far away as I could." She hesitated, then continued, "That man found me at the docks. I had been crying. I was so mad and I wanted to make King mad too."

Hawks' brows raised, his arms holding her tighter as he felt her begin to tremble.

"He got me to tell him what happened. He just seemed so nice and safe," she mumbled, "And I just... I told him what happened. Everything. He was so fucking nice about it too...  He said I was mature. He said he was proud of me for sharing with him and I just... I believed him immediately. I just trusted him right away. I can't believe how I just fell for him like a stupid little child."

Hawks felt the drops of her tears land on his bodysuit, seeping through to his skin. He was feeling a mix of profound rage, but also that intense protectiveness for her.

"I just wanted someone to be proud of me," she choked out, "I just wanted someone who didn't think I was worthless or look at me like I was pitiful." Her voice caught on a sob, and he nuzzled his cheek to her hair.

"Sera," he said softly as she struggled to continue, brushing his fingers through his hair and tucking the strands behind her ear, "Shh, that's enough for now. You're getting really upset. We can take it a little at a time."

She nodded, her body relaxing into his. He let her pull herself together, just tracing circles softly on her back with his fingers. She was so warm, but her tears chilled him down to his bones and cooled his rage for that man temporarily. Even if he had to keep it a secret from her, he'd make sure that the bastard was exposed eventually. No matter what, he wouldn't let him get away with what he'd done.

But, before that, he had something he needed to do now. And it was harder than he realized. As he considered what he'd share with her in kind, he was slowly realizing that he really did have a lot of baggage himself. A lot of deep shit he really wasn't ready to say. Still, he was going to start somewhere and even if it wasn't as deep as what she shared he knew he had to do it for her.

"When the HPSC took me in, they told me that Keigo Takami was gone now and I was just going to be Hawks," he admitted softly. "I didn't really realize or even care about what that really meant until I started getting to know you. You've just been doing whatever you want without having to think about it first or make sure it's "what a hero would do". It's something about you that I envy. I want to be able to just do what I feel is right and not have to think about if it's what they want me to do too."

She sniffled, her fingers balling up on his chest. He paused for a moment then continued, "I... Someday I'll tell you why they took me in and what happened, just like you'll tell me more about what that monster did. But just telling you that was..." He hesitated then sighed, "It felt actually really good."

She sat up slowly, wiping at her puffy eyes with the back of her hand. "T-thank you..." She mumbled, but before she could push off he held her down again.

"Mm, nope," he said, holding her tight, "I know you're gonna try to run away. You can't escape me now."

She huffed and he laughed softly as she tried to wriggle out from his grasp. "Nuh-uh. Nope," he grunted, not letting her go, "You're staying here with me tonight. Okay? You have to."

"Keigo," she whined and he clicked his tongue.

"Don't you whine at me," he teased, "C'mon, dove. Let me treat you so nice. If I'm gonna show you that I'm serious you gotta let me be here when you're afraid." He let her sit up, cupping a hand under her chin to make her look him in the eye, "I don't think you're pitiful and I definitely don't think you're worthless. But I do think that you have to let me take care of you. It's not pitiful to ask for help, baby bird."

She looked down at him, her long lashes still wet and sticking together. She sniffled again, pulling her chin from her hand before she brushed his hair back and held his gaze.

"I don't want you to have to be Hawks anymore," she rasped, "So even if it takes a long time, I want you to be Keigo again. Keigo can be Hawks too, but you have to be Keigo as Hawks if that makes sense."

He laughed softly, then smiled up at her. "I think that's the sweetest thing you've ever said to me."

"Well it sounded stupid so I have to try harder than that," Halcyon grumbled and Hawks only laughed again.

In one swift motion he scooped his arms under her butt and stood up. His wings flared out behind him, their impressive span filling the room as he looked up at her while she steadied herself on his shoulders.

"Keigo was only six years old when he was buried," he said with a gentle voice, "So he's got a lot to learn about how to treat a girl when she's sad and scared. You think you can help him out?"

"Don't talk like that," she mumbled, but he caught that blush on her face as her hands covered his eyes, "... It's cringy."

"You're cringy," he teased then whispered, "Now c'mere darlin'. Let's get something to eat and then go to bed. I wanna hold you."

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The next morning Hawks strode through the flea market. It was a rare day off for him but even with a ball cap on, a casual outfit and sunglasses, he was easily recognizable. The wings were undoubtedly cool, but they definitely had their drawbacks.

He waved politely to fans as they called to him, but kept the interactions short. It was funny, when he was in his costume people were much more likely to let him make quick escapes. In casual attire though? It was like they thought he had all day or something!

And just as he walked up to the jewelry stand again he grimaced as the gem covered man groaned in pain. But this time, he caught something. The look on the woman's face was twisted in pure malice. She looked disgusted and when the man groaned again when she missed and hit his skin, she actually slapped the back of his bald head!

"Don't whine," she snapped, "C'mon. You're better than that you--"

"Hey, now," Hawks interjected, "Be nice. He doesn't have to let you do that, you know. You're hurting him."

Both of their heads snapped up to him, but the man quickly looked away and the woman only flashed that fake smile at Hawks. She waved her hand and said, "He's fine. My boyfriend just gets a little--"

"Is she making you do this?" Hawks asked the man, interrupting her again, "Seriously. Are you alright?"

The man stammered for a moment, his eyes flicking over to her. Hawks waved his hand, making the gem-man look at him again. "Don't worry about her right now. Are you alright?" Hawks repeated.

The man, almost imperceptibly shook his head but said, "I'm alright."

"Mmhmm, no." Hawks leaned forward, resting his arm on the soft foam on top of the table in front of both of them, "You shook your head. You don't have to lie. She's hurting you, isn't she? Are you stuck? Do you need help?"

"Mr. Hawks mind your business!" The woman huffed, her voice pitched high, "This is an outrageous claim!"

Hawks ignored her, keeping his eyes on the man. The man was practically shaking, his fingers intertwined together in front of him. He finally looked up at Hawks and something had broken free in his eyes.

"Yes," He said to Hawks, choking on his words as his eyes filled with tears, "Yes, I... I need help."

Hawks smiled, sitting up straight and spreading his wings. He looked at the woman, pushing his sunglasses up to his forehead. "Right, you're coming with me then," he said, that smile twisting up into a smirk.

Luckily Heron and Morpho were on duty that day. Hawks felt better putting the case in their hands, especially since he knew them better than some of the others. More than anything else he also trusted them before he'd trust the police with this matter. With instructions to help the man get his things from that woman's home, he knew at least he'd helped that much. What happened from here was up to the gem-man.

As he was walking down the street away from the market, Hawks suddenly swore.

"The fuckin' feather thing," he groaned, dragging his hand down his face.

Now what was he going to do? He really wanted to get her something cute to wear! He'd even dared to hope it was something she'd like so much she'd wear it every day! How'd he get so sappy so fast?

Her birthday was coming up too. Well, at least the date she guessed was her birthday. She'd only remembered that it was in the fall before Halloween. He guessed it was in September but she'd just shrugged and said that was probably close enough. Miss Toni hadn't been helpful either. She was so old she barely remembered either. He tried to call Kingfisher, but the old man was being a coward still and wouldn't take his calls.

So Hawks dropped the hammer and declared her birthday in early September. He told Kiwi immediately when he made that decision and he knew she'd already told the entire city so he couldn't back out now. He had to get her something in time!

Instead of spending his day off just relaxing, as he planned, he flew all over creation checking every jewelry store he could find. It was much harder to pick something than he'd thought, especially when what he wanted was so specific.

Something with a feather, but not a charm bracelet. That was his thought. She'd definitely make a comment about it and compare it to her tracking bracelet. Plus he'd hate to see something he bought for her rattling around next to that shitty metal that kept her tied down. That was some shitty kind of symbolism that made him scowl.

A necklace was what he wanted. A necklace with a feather. Cliché? Probably, but what else can you do when you're a bird man? It was the perfect opportunity to be "that guy" about something romantic.

After hours of searching finally, he found something. It was small but cute and relatively similar to his own feathers. Close enough anyway. And apparently stupidly expensive, but it's not like he cared all that much about the price anyway. It was close enough to what he imagined and that would do.

Now all he had to figure out was where he wanted to give it to her.

((Apologies, but this story is going on Hiatus for a short time. I've temporarily lost interest in it and I will come back to finish it, but I don't want to lower the quality for now. Thank you for understanding!))

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[heya-but-better]

His Favorite Thing

Part 1 (?)

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Unedited, 18+, Dabihawks, dub-con, drunk sex, temperature play, branding kink, hawks is a bird, collaring kink, pet play(? It’s there, but like very loosely), writing doesn’t get past foreplay tho

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In was times like this that he really enjoyed.

The club was nearly empty, neon blue and purple lights dulled down to fit the lazy late night fatigue. Dancing had passed, the loud drunks had been carried out.

All of who remained were people that Dabi typically got along with, which tended to ease the villain. So, these were the times he really enjoyed.

He leaned back in the velvet leather couch with a slow drag of his cigarette. The scarred man kicked his legs up, sliding his plate down to lounge casually, brushing the filter of the cigar against his bottom lip, caressing the textured skin through the paper.

His eyes were half lidded, blurring the sight of shining gold staples imbedded between the seams of healthy and marred skin, the ones that reflected the familiar blue and purple of the lights above with a magenta undertone.

Gold and purple, mixing into magenta. It was funny to him in some weird way, a huff of a laugh pushing out of his nicotine blazed lips. The same ones that came together, kissing the cigarette one more time for another hit.

Dabi was elegant when he wasn’t burning the world. He looked beautiful when he wasn’t laughing in a mania fueled crazy. His beautiful eyes glowed in the light, which was probably also his favorite thing in a time like this.

Or perhaps it just so happened to be Dabi in general. His favorite thing.

Hawks’s favorite thing.

Maybe he was dumb, but the hero was dumb and content. Content wasn’t something he often described himself as.

Here, watching a murder and Japan’s most wanted arsonist, as a hero who was doing nothing to even approach him.

Hawks stared from across the quiet club at the villain who laid in the vip lounging like he owned the club. Through quick research, the bird man knew he knew the owners close enough to basically co-own, so his ego wasn’t misplaced.

At least, it wasn’t in here.

“Sir?”

Hawks jolted lightly, quickly looking back to the bartender who was giving him a peculiar face. His golden eyes widened just a moment in a guilty look, one of panic. He was too tipsy to rely on his hero-practiced suave charm, caught off guard.

This wouldn’t be a big deal to him normally, staring at people was a hobby. It just felt different with Dabi.

“Do you need anything?”

The panic was also induced by the bartenders pointed question and suspicious tone. He was a well known hero staring at a well known villain, so sure, it was understandable. The last thing the staff would like is a pro villain-hero fight breaking out inside their establishment. Clubs like this were typically neutral zones between those labels however.

Hawks managed a smile, one tired and crooked from the corruption of alcohol burning his logic.

“No sir, just got lost in thought.” Hawks beamed to the mustached gentleman.

He nodded at the response, head tilting down to continue to polish the glass he held. “Try not to get lost in thought while looking towards our vip guest, then. Cause any discomfort to him and you’ll be escorted outside.”

Hawks hummed blankly, golden gaze flickering down to his empty glass with melting ice pooling at the bottom of it.

Quite the reputation he’s built up, huh? Dabi, so loved and protected. The thought drew a soft chuckle from Hawks.

The winged hero shifted the glass, catching the glare of the neon lights in the polished reflection of it.

Hawks’ eyes trailed around the warped display of it zoning out as he traced the blue lights curving to form the very affectionate word of ‘whore’ with a heart replacing the ‘o’. The man sitting just under that sign…

Well, the hero couldn’t help but tilt the glass again, finding the perfect angle as the ice clicked together at the disturbance of where they lay.

He found the messy hair reflected, shifting it just a little more to catch a glimpse at that pretty face—staring directly at him?

Hawks very quickly slammed the drink back flat on the bar top, willing his small wings not to sharpen. Sure, the hero was staring before, but that didn’t mean Dabi staring back didn’t scare him.

Scare him? Maybe startle was a better word. His pulse picked up, pounding in his chest, blood rushed to his face and his ears heated up uncomfortably. What the fuck would you call this emotion? Flabbergasted? Gobsmacked? Stupefied? Gagglefucked?

Hawks felt very fucked.

He didn’t want to pick a fight. He wanted to be creepy but not completely creepy and watch him from a distance!

After a moment to recompose himself, he glanced back down at the glass, tilting it and—a calloused hand slowly curled around his throat and Hawks involuntarily shivered. He was met with the reflection of Dabi directly over his shoulder.

“Wha’s a little birdie like y’rself doin’ all the way down here?”

God, that deep voice slurred by an obvious intoxication did something, the heat traveling from Hawks’ ears to his full face. He refused to even move his head as a scarred palm caressed over his Addams apple.

Unluckily for the hero, the hand collaring him moved up his neck firmly, tilting his chin up along with the movement, forcing his pinked face (only tinted that way from a nearby red neon sign, and nothing else) into full view.

Dabi towered over him with an unfairly drunken confidence. Hawks’s own inebriation left him mousy and easily overpowered. Maybe that’s why he didn’t move to pry the hand from his neck. It was the alcohol’s fault.

The villain’s chest pressed firmly against his shoulder blades, the soft fabric of his shirt caressing the base of his feathers through the thin fabric of Hawks’s flight suit in a way that had them weakly fluttering.

“..hey?” Hawks croaked dumbly, too frozen, pressured by the intense azure-blue gaze of the villain above him.

“I asked y’a question, bird.” The villain’s chest rumbled as he spoke these words, fingers caressing Hawks’s stubble, inching to swipe along the meat of his bottom lip. “I expect an answer. Been followin’ me?”

Hawks had to physically stop himself from licking across the thumb pulling down on his lip.

“N—“ Hawks caught himself mid-stutter, instead drawling out his lie, “—ooo?”

“Hmm..”

Dabi slowly pushed his black nail-polish decorated thumb into his mouth. Not even just a little, fully sliding it across the flat of his tongue. Hawks licked the underside of it on instinct, sucking the intrusion before he could think. His mind was muddled with the emotion he had kindly named gagglefucked, running far too wild to operate with any resistance.

However this response was well received, a cruel smile pushed against the staples on Dabi’s cheeks, head rolling into a interested tilt.

“You have my attention now.” The villain practically purred these words which itched a very primal part of Hawks’s brain, drawing a soft avian coo from his occupied mouth before he could stop it.

Dabi raised a brow at the bird response. It made panic swell in Hawks chest, communicated by a widening of his eyes. He wasn’t supposed to make those noises—the commission had ‘deemed them unsavory for publicity reasons’.

The brow fell with rather easy acceptance, “You really are a bird.”

Hawks’s already emotional mind felt a violent sting of confusion at his amused tease. If almost sounded supportive.

“…’s just a weird… lisp.” Hawks mumbled the clunky lie around Dabi’s thumb, golden eyes starting to find any excuse not to look at that demanding gaze from above him.

They adverted to check on the bartender who had disappeared from the scene that suspiciously felt of Dabi securing Hawks. But then again there was certainly no way. Hawks had been chasing after Dabi for the past god damn month to get into the league of villains. He’s been shot down every time, and every time Hawks found himself more engrossed in the lazy bastard.

“Get up.”

The command was whispered like a cruel joke. Dabi withdrew his hand, wiping the spit from his finger off on his own shirt as he took a step away.

To his mild horror, Hawks’s body lurched to listen, more obedient to the villain (who was finally giving him attention) than even himself.

He turned quickly, maybe in alarm, following the sound of chains on Dabi’s platformed boots dangling together with a metallic clink. He scrambled to follow, once again unsure why. Hawks just knew this villain wasn’t just going to stop because he was too drunk to understand what was going on.

Dabi was a man that took what he wanted no matter how morally ambiguous that desire might be. And if he didn’t get it immediately? Most often it morphed into a nasty obsession of need.

Hawks blinked for maybe two seconds, and apparently that’s all it took to find himself face first on a bed.

Wow, the club had private vip bedrooms. That was something he didn’t know about!

Also, Dabi was crawling on top of him, ready to eat.

Hold on there.

Hawks grabbed the scarred arms aiding in Dabi’s path of crawling on top of him in a desperate attempt to ground himself.

“What?” The hero warbled, eyes wide and baby wings beating against the bed they were pinned against. “Wait—“

Dabi huffed, leaning down to Hawks’s face with an impatience the hero never had seen on him before. Normally it was passive disinterested or cocky snark. Never want. Never the less the villain’s advances paused, even if the interruption left a sour distaste in his expression.

Hawks managed to suck in a breath of air, “Wha’tre y’doin—?”

“Takin’ what y’ve been teasin’ me with.” The villain cut him off with a slight growling tone.

Dabi shifted his position to rest on a single arm, other hand wandering back around the hero’s neck, pressing down against the soft skin. It wasn’t enough to make it hard to breathe, but Hawks felt himself stop breathing anyway.

The villain collared him like he owned him for the second time.

“Don’t think I haven’t seen the way you look at me.”

The hand caressed his skin, blue eyes burrowing past any defensive walls Hawks had, making him fall limp in this grip.

“The way y’re always watching. Lick’n your lips, flutter’n your wings all ‘xcited. Watch’n my quirk like ‘s some spell.”

Hawks felt that heat creep from Dabi’s palm and for once he knew for certain he wasn’t going to be burned. No. Not with how Dabi was staring at him.

“So,” He continued with a lazy pause, one that hooked Hawks to hear him finish, “Here I am, taking what I want.”

The hand flashed with heat, singing Hawks’ skin just enough to mark him. It drew a yelp from the hero’s throat, the one so diligently caressed.

Hawks figured he would say something now, but the attempt was very quickly cut off by lips against his. The hero had no chance to defend himself or claim anything against Dabi’s observations.

Observations, because that’s what they were. There was no lie in his words.

And now he was returning all those longing gazes with something Hawks never expected to be doing with Dabi. How did shy stares jump to getting their dicks wet?!

Clothes were torn off, Dabi’s two-textured lips mouthed down his chin to his neck, hand shifting out of the way so he could kiss and lick the new marking claim. The smell of winged hair did nothing to stop the filthy groan that parted from the villain’s lips at the sight of his hand still on Hawks’s skin. If he was lucky it would be there for a long fucking time as a fresh, pretty scar.

Oh how beautiful that would be.

The ripped fabric of Hawks’s flight suit was jerked to the side by the over eager Dabi, his mouth continuing to explore his new muse’s body.

“D-Dabi—“

“That’s it. Moan my name pretty songbird.”

Hawks cry turned to a sharp whine the instant the villain’s wet tongue massaged around his nipple, even hotter metal stinging against his sensitive skin. Without much of an option, the hero’s hands flew up to Dabi’s black hair, gripping it in some sad attempt to ground himself back to reality. The cloud of drunkenness made that attempt for of a struggle.

Cloud 9.

Sucking earned a gasped mewl, a noise Hawks hadn’t even heard himself make before.

The villain took inspiration to draw out more keens, hands exploring his waist’s curved, tracing the dips with teasing grazed. They flowed to catch on the waist band of his pants, already starting to tug them downward.

The cold rushing around his thighs made Hawks’s hips buck up against Dabi’s body, another embarrassed whine straining through his lips. The cute noise was rewarded with a love bite over his chest, teeth digging into his skin just to hear another gasp.

“So responsive~”

Hawks barely managed to hear the tease. He probably wouldn’t have if his mind didn’t cling to the sound of Dabi’s voice, no matter what he said. It didn’t matter if it was a filthy cuss out or a snide remark about Hawks’s conviction of wanting to join the league.

Or if it, apparently, was sweet talk over foreplay.

Dabi’s mouth lowered even further, breathing out hot teasing air across his stomach purposefully making him flinch at the sudden temperature.

“Dabi—“

Hawks cut himself off this time with a guttural moan at the simply action of feeling the villain’s head between his thighs. He didn’t even make contact, but there were so many unspoken promises Dabi could give him.

And fuck, the hero wanted to see how far he’d really go, no matter how confusing this all was.

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Part 2? :D

Let me know~

[yfmconfessions2]

Do you have some spare headcanons for the boys?

YEA

Puff has sharp canines that look like lil fangs, sometimes wears off the shoulder cropped hoodies when no one is looking, and often wears sneaker wedges to make himself look taller

DeeJay has a few scars on his back from his childhood, looks AMAZING in a suit, and when he sees someone hot he slowly slides down his sunglasses with wide eyes and a dropped jaw as he mutters "DAYUM"

Benatar has a lot of freckles, wears silk pajamas, looks really good in purple, and is pretty effeminate like bro has girl therapy self care nights

Axel lost/chipped his tooth by slipping on a cheez-it and face planting into his drumset, has a t-shirt that says "Hawk Daddy", has to hunch over in a lot of spaces cuz he knows he's tall asf, and if someone interrupts him while he's done over 2 jumping jacks, he bitches about how he lost count

[getitfrenchship]

Meet the S/I: Renée “Refraction” Hughe

Fuck it, let’s go in an order I feel like. Let’s talk Quirks!

Self Insert or OC? Self insert, but I might work on a design that’s more OC like

Appearance:

The three stripes are pieces of hair that stick out to help detect what blends of colors she attacks with. She’s supposed to have a green trench coat, wave patterned T-shirt, and really cool vaporwave designs for sneakers. I might make the trench coat fit the vaporwave aesthetic too but hmm. She wears a visor over her eyes similar to how ‘zawa covers his eyes from enemies, though these also act as color correctors during night missions. Underneath, her right eye is blue while the left is orange (not sure what I should make a potential third eye color)

She also has a vigilante outfit with a different hairstyle entirely (think generic white spiky anime hair), but that design’s still in beta.

Basic Info:

Birthday: June 7th

Likes: Video game collecting, cats, tacky fashion

Dislikes: Vinegar, mayonnaise

Quirk: Currently named Color Splash but copyright might get in the way of that. Basically Refraction has the ability to control objects that are a certain color. For semantics: the color has to be based on someone whose 3 eye cones are present & functioning. Renée can’t just control an orange because she says it’s purple, for example. And she can’t control a red object if she’s colorblind, as the object might be green instead. This works in I’d say how far Renée can see?

Character relationship dynamics:

Romantic: Ai//zawa. If my brain were spicy enough, potential Over//haul or Chr//ono having a crush on her.

Platonic: Hawk s

Reluctant to have Mentor: Gentle (he calls himself her father figure despite only being a few years older than her)

Inspirations: All//Migh//t.

Background, Personality & Relevance in Story That Aren’t Necessarily Changes in the Narrative but Y’Know:

Background: Renée’s a post-grad student who’s taking an international internship from America to Japan. With her power, she gets confused for Eraser head & has her apartment destroyed in a collateral accident. ‘zawa offers for her to stay at his place once everyone moves into the dorms. She helps take care of Eri if she’s not needed on U A’s campus.

Personality: She’s definitely one of the more comedic S/I’s. It’d be fun to flanderize comedic mishaps with her, especially since she also streams games. Her one serious moment is feeling powerless to fight against the Para//normal Libera//tion Front, to which both ‘zawa and a cheered up Gentle help her work through it. If, again, brain felt spicy enough, I could see a Vigilante AU 👀

Relevance in Story That Aren’t Necessarily Changes in the Narrative but Y’Know: Thinking on it more, I think she’d be in the background during the first few arcs & really makes her debut during the failed Yakuza arc. Potentially she could act as a spy for the heroes. If she does, she’d make a big stink about the god awful fashion choices everyone has (Over//haul especially) and force them to have better matching outfits to show that they’re united.

In terms of a vigilante AU, she’d take inspiration from Stain but take a vigilante route rather than join the League. Her new nickname could be Shade. New design and everything. Depends if I want to make her Gentle’s reluctant apprentice or if I want to go for a somewhat angst route. Heck I need to read Vigilantes to see if she could be found there

[literaryspinster]

Thousand Word Preview: Tiger Boy and the Witch Girl Ch. 3

This is the first half of the new chapter (the second half will be Rachel and Gar centered), which I will add to my my planned repost of the story, hopefully this week. Please enjoy and thank you all for your patience 🥺

He isn’t falling in love with her, that would be ridiculous. 

The first time he had to tell himself that he wasn’t falling in love with her was during the grand reopening. Haly’s had closed for two months to retool the entire operation while building the sort of anticipation that had been all but lost over many years.

As much as he hated to admit it, it was a relief to have a break from the long hours, skimpy yet demanding crowds and utter disappointment. It was nice to go to sleep early, and make fresh decisions whether they would end up paying off or not. And above all, it was nice to see her. As much as she annoyed him, and boy did she ever, he still found himself tapping his foot impatiently whenever she ran a few minutes late, and when she finally did arrive, he’d have to still his lips against turning up in a smile. But the thwarted grin was only because she was done wasting his time, not because he was happy to see her, of course.

Why would he be happy to see someone who gave him such a headache?

He must have told her 1000 times that she wasn’t allowed on the silks, but did she listen? No, because she never listens.

But then, the first time he sees her, her body elegantly wound in lengths of fire red, spiraling down through the air and stopping just short of the looped end, something strikes his chest like a big rubber mallet. It isn’t fear, no, it’s awe. And that’s when he decides, if she blacks out and falls off of the silks, then he’ll catch her. Not because the crowd will love it, but because he can’t let such a magnificent thing fall. 

But for weeks and weeks, nothing of the sort happens, nothing happens when she juggles sharp objects or objects set on fire, nothing happens when she’s high up in the sky, dazzling him in her sparkly purple outfit and bright magenta hair.

He watches her like a hawk, for the slightest droop of an eyelid, and he watches until she’s back on the ground and the crowd is roaring in applause.

Business is steadily climbing, the seats are filling out a little more each night, and it’s starting to lift something in him. When he masters the ring he does it with a flair they haven’t seen in ages, a sparkle in those wild eyes of his.

At the end of tonight, he counts their earnings while Kory sits leisurely on the corner of his desk, ignoring the extra chair completely. Her magenta stage wig is off now and her dark red curls tumble over her lithe but strong shoulders, she’s pretty like this, he thinks, but really she’s pretty no matter what.

“This is the most we’ve made all year,” he says, barely believing it himself although he’s counted the stacks three times. It’s enough to make up for the time the circus was closed and then some, it’s enough to take another few weeks off if they want.

“And yet I’m not entirely satisfied,” she says, pinching her chin in contemplation. “I have a proposition for you,” she says.

“A proposition?”

“What do you think about taking our show on the road?” she says. He doesn’t recoil at her calling it their show anymore, maybe he just got used to it, maybe he just gave up, but it doesn’t feel quite so wrong to his ears anymore, besides, it’s true, it is their show. Still, making it a traveling circus has never been something he seriously considered. It’s a huge undertaking, expensive and time draining. There’s a chance of course that they can recoup their losses in the increased ticket sales, but it’s a gamble even bigger than the one she took to earn this place.

“Do you know what that entails?” he says. “The train rental, the extra staff the ad space-

“The thingies and the whatnots?” she cuts in. “Why yes my dear, I know full well, and I think we’re perfectly capable. Think about it, we’re one of the few circuses that never moves, even now with all of our new acts attendance will start to level off, but if we’re in a new town with a brand new audience base then we’ll sell out every show easily and give Gotham a chance to really miss us.”

He’s considered all of this, surely more than she has, and just because she’s proven surprisingly good at running a circus doesn’t mean she’s fully prepared for what she’s suggesting.

“I ran the numbers left right and backwards,” she pushes. “We can do it, I know we can.”

He’s silent at her words, unmoved.

“Anyway, think about it.”

There’s a few more moments of silence before he answers. “I can think about it.”

“Good, oh and by the way, we have an elephant now.”

His eyes go wide and lock on her, trying to gauge whether she���s joking, but of course she’s never joking, every wild thing she’s said to him over the past several months has been 100 percent true.

“We don’t do animal acts, nothing but horses you know that.” “I do, and I’d never use him in an act. He was about to be euthanized. I couldn’t allow it.”

“Euthanized?”

“By the circus who bought him, he won’t follow directions worth a damn and costs too much to feed.”

“So you thought we could use the extra expense?” he says, getting agitated.

“Use it? No. Handle it? of course.”

He glances again at the stacks of bills on the desk. If he’d fought her more, took her to court, whatever it took to make his Circus his again, would they be there? Would he be this rested and this loose in the chest? He can smell the cash a little, it smells like old books and city grime and possibility. He focuses on her again, pushing his anxiety down and letting out an acquiescing breath. 

“What’s its name?” He asks.

[ardentblossomings]

For the ask game: A, R, D, E, N, T, in that order. wink wonk

A - Ships that you currently like a lot.

FenHawke (Dragon Age), Pearlina (Splatoon), ShinKai (DCMK), Miyo x Kiyoka (My Happy Marriage)

R - Which friendship/platonic relationship is your favourite in fandom?

Varric, Merrill, Tallis, and Hawke (Dragon Age), Shiver and Frye (Splatoon), Nadeshiko/Nagihiko and Amu (Shugo Chara!)

D - A pairing you wish you liked but just can’t.

Simon and Jace (Shadowhunters), Tadase and Amu (Shugo Chara!)

E - Have you added anything cracky/hilarious to your fandom? If so, what?

I guess I re-established Kogorou Mouri x Ginzou Nakamori as a valid pairing? Though not on my own... oh! And I helped in making purple Cecil a popular headcanon (Welcome to Night Vale)! I also ran a somewhat popular Hetalia blog at one point - one of those "you know you're x, when...". Other than that, I never added anything to a specific fandom, just to fandoms in general.

N - Name three things you wish you saw more or in your main fandom (or a fandom of choice).

Female dwarves with beards, no more whitewashing, healthy lesbian relationships, and a disdain for templars (I can have four, as a treat)

T - Do you have any hard and fast headcanons that you will die defending?

Elf-blooded Hawke (whether elven father or just a lot of elven blood in the family, this is canon to me). Also, Kuroba Kaito not giving a f*ck about gender, Gosho can fight me (whether or not he's "non-binary" is up for debate, though).

[braveclementine]

Elizabeth's Story

Warnings: None, angst

Copyright: I do not own any Marvel characters or locations. However, I do own my OCs, which consist of Penny Fury, Elizabeth Nelson, Elijah Chan, Katya Venice, Violetta Moscow, Lan Le, Josh, Trang Tien, Ahni Jallow, Mai Ito, and Ghaida Kashual as well as other OCs that will come up throughout the story.

Elijah sneakily taking a picture of Elizabeth at their wedding. 

🪶😮‍💨 ⓢᵗᗝ𝓇𝔂 🐓😤

Elizabeth remembered the exact moment that everything had gone upside down. The story had started in her bedroom at home. Her, Violetta, and Katya had been getting ready for a Halloween party on the University of Cincinnati's campus. They had been dressing up as miraculous superheroes and she had been going as Kagami's superhero because she'd had a crush on a guy whose name was Long and Kagami's kwamis name was Longg.

She had driven down to the campus, parked in the parking lot and they had gone to the party. On the way back, Vi had wanted to take a shortcut through a dark alleyway to be cliché on Halloween night.

They had run into aliens. Elizabeth hadn't even known there was other life outside of Earth. It was something that later when she found out about the forgetting pills, that she wasn't allowed to know about.

Violetta had held one of them off with crazy moves that she seemed to just whip out of her ass. Elizabeth had grabbed a trash can lid, throwing it, and taking its head off. They had run to the car. More were waiting. In her panic, she just held her hands out and they were suddenly encased in ice.

They'd gotten into the car- Violetta driving this time- and tried escaping. The aliens knocked them into the Ohio River. Elizabeth had somehow created a bubble of air around the car so that they were still breathing. They had ended up downriver and had gone back home.

Katya was the one who came up with the idea of becoming superheroes. She took her archery skills and paired them with mechanical skills. She created her own wings and became a mix of Hawkeye and Falcon. She called herself the Scarlett Hawk.

Violetta on the other hand, had a variety of weapons, stuck some cat ears on her head and called herself Black Cat. Apparently there was already another superhero by that name though, so she started going by what the media called her: The copycat.

"The Italian Copycat has a nice ring to it." She laughed.

She had gone to Hong Kong not long after that and met 'real' superheroes. She met Elijah first at the restaurant he worked at when he wasn't being a superhero. He'd recognized her by her eyes under her mask and the two of them had talked privately. He'd touched her shoulder and she had gotten a Summer Tanager tattoo on her shoulder. He'd gotten the Cheetah and Okapi on his chest.

Neither of them knew what the tattoos meant for a long time.

Elijah brought her to the superhero club to introduce her to other superheroes. All of them were of Asian ethnicity because it was the Asian club in Thailand- there were teleporting entrances so everyone could be there. Josh was the only one who wasn't. He traveled between the bases to DJ.

She had met Mai, Lan, and Josh along with Wong and a few others. Mai, Lan, Star Sentinel, and Elijah had helped her take down Kalabhiti and she had returned to America.

One of the girls on the trip had been jealous of Elizabeth's relationship with Elijah. The sister of Kalabhiti had fed off of that energy and had given Sarah powers of lightning. Sarah's new name was Desdemona with purple hair and purple lightning.

She had used her waters powers to carry Elijah, Lan, and Mai over to help her out. That was how Lan found out Katya was his soulmate.

They had defeated Desdemona with no casualties except the villains.

Time passed. Elizabeth wanted to know what her trident was made of, to see if she could get more of the material so that she could make more weapons out of it. Maybe even armor.

Trang had tried to kick them out of the house, leading her out into the backyard to explain that Elizabeth's mother wanted Elizabeth to know nothing of superheroes and Trang wanted nothing to do with any of it, lest Lucinda punish her or her family.

But Violetta had explored Trang's secret lab and Trang had reluctantly let them come down. After explaining all they wanted, Trang agreed to it. After that, they spent most of their time in Trang's lab.

When Trang discovered the material was vibranium, she was shocked and asked Elizabeth where she had gotten it. Elizabeth explained, but when they went back to the shop, it was closed, decrepit, and they were told the owner had been dead for years.

Elizabeth also discovered Trang's Iron woman suit, dusty and in a closet. She had encouraged Trang to clean it up and join them.

They went down to Disney, Ghaida and Ahni joining them. They were attacked on the way there and also attacked several times while actually in Disney. So Ghaida and Ahni were well aware of their identity then.

They were invited to a superhero convention for actual superheroes by Elijah who just happened to be in the state. It would take place in EPCOT and they were all welcome.

That was where Mai met Ahni and the two of them fell head over heels for each other almost instantly.

Elizabeth had been starstruck when she met Frozone and she talked to him endlessly for hours while Elijah stood by, amused.

HYDRA agents invaded the entire thing. There were at least six hundred of them. Elizabeth and Katya had managed to find out where they were coming from and gone into the EPCOT ball. They found out there was a HYDRA base under the entire of Disney, the entrance through the EPCOT ball only one of many.

They had found Elizabeth's mother heading off the raids.

They had returned back to Ohio, trying to come up with plans to get Elizabeth out of her house and somewhere safe. But then she was kidnapped by the sister of Kalabhiti and they had to track her down.

With the help of Frozone and also partly Kalabhitis' more reasonable brother Alexander, they were able to track her down to Australia.

When in the airport, Ghaida had found Viden in a bookstore and had taken him.

They had saved Elizabeth from the brink of starvation and they had gone back to Ohio.

It had taken a bit, but finally Elizabeth managed to run. They had all met up at Trang's house and were trying to figure out where they wanted to go. Working on a lead with the name 'Maria Hill' they decided to head to New York first.

Elizabeth's brothers as it turned out, were both programmed super soldiers. Her mother, upon realizing what had happened and that her daughter was Frozaline, activated the trigger words and sent them after her daughter and friends.

They ran for their lives, not wanting to hurt Elizabeth's brothers. But after they blew up the car and Ghaida nearly lost her life, Elijah turned around and flamed them. It was a quick death, almost painless.

Fury found them the next day and offered them shelter.

Elizabeth went into the Navy a few weeks later.

She could never remember her life before that moment. She got vague impressions. She could remember what the high school looked like, she could vaguely remember teachers. But actual events? Friends? Sports?

There was nothing.

Her only earliest memory was something that seemed almost from a dream. It was a beautiful crystal lake with a gorgeous garden that reminded her of the ones on Asgard. And that was it.

The first person she could remember was a man- or she assumed they were a man as they were bald and there was no face on them- wearing bright yellow robes.

Everything else she remembered came after that evening of dressing up like Kagami with Violetta and Katya.

And now.

She remembered nothing at all.

[harveyhawkscripts]

[M4M] The Ogre and the Butterfly Prince Pt. 1 [Romance] [Fantasy] [Series]

AN: Happy Pride Month! This month I am focusing on LGBTQIA+ scripts, naturally. This is a new series! Grahven is my new Fella that spins in my head like a microwave meal, and I love him. I don’t know what to call the prince yet, so if you have a suggestion feel free to leave it in the comments. This script is a bit heavier on direction and action than my others, which I feel is necessary, but let me know if it’s too much. Also, my next script probably won’t be the sequel to this one because I want to work on a nonbinary script next ^-^ I will update this soon, though!

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Synopsis: Synopsis: The speaker is Grahven the Ogre. Grahven runs the Zinnia Inn, an inn catering mainly to migrating Butterfly Folk. When he receives word that the Monarch's son is due to visit to meet with suitors, he is nervous but determined to give the prince a luxurious stay.

Key:

[SFX and Action]

(.) Short Pause

(...) Longer pause

(Voice instruction)

Word Count: 1274

Synopsis: The speaker is Grahven the Ogre. Grahven runs the Zinnia Inn, an inn catering mainly to migrating Butterfly Folk. When he receives word that the Monarch's son is due to visit to meet with suitors, he is nervous but determined to give the prince a luxurious stay.

—

 GRAHVEN:

'Morning, ladies. How was your night? Room to your liking an' all that?

(.) Good to hear. Will you be taking your tea in the garden?  

(.) Of course. And what are we in the mood for?

(.) Purple coneflower and lemongrass, and a poppyseed loaf as well. Honey with that? Yes ma'ams, I'll have that out in a jiff.

(.)

Hm? Oh, so you’ve heard. That’s right. The Monarchs of the Butterfly Folk are sending their second son on his migration journey. He’ll be stopping here to meet some suitors and take a rest.

(.)

Is that so? I heard the migration journey is a large step in a young adult’s life; it must be an especially celebrated event for a prince.

(.)

Parties for weeks! What a thing to imagine! I hope the Zinnia is up to his expectations…

(.)

Why thank you, ladies. The brothers and I do our best to bring our guests the best experience!

(.) Well met, Sir Kingpage. What can I do for you?

(.) Oh, you're here to see the prince? Well, his royal highness isn't here yet, but I'd be happy to bring you some refreshments while you wait. I just got a shipment of citrus from the Sungold Groves.

(.) Yessir! This way to the garden, then. [Trumpet fanfare] That's him! Whoa, look at those guards! And that carriage!

(.) Ah, if you'll excuse me, sir. Oi, Dawl! C'mere and show this gentleman to his seat, yeah? [Footsteps] Your royal highness! Welcome to the Zinn Innia - er, the Zinnia Inn. It sure is an honor to have you. May I help you out of your carr- [Guards rush to intercept] Ah! Those spears sure look sharp. I'll just, uh, back up a smidge.

(.) Right, right. Sorry 'bout that.

(.) Your royal highness, this humble orc begs your forgiveness. Allow me to bow in your presence. Urgh...

(.) (Grunts in pain) I'm alright, your highness. Just this ol' knee of mine actin' up. [Approaching footsteps] Huh? Please, no need to trouble yourself your... (In awe, softly) Highness... Gods, the way the sun hits you from this angle... [The prince helps Grahven up, maybe a grunt of effort from Grahven] T-thank you, your highness. Both for helping me up and, uh, calling of those guards.

(.) (Clears throat) Now then! May I offer the grand tour, or would you like to start with refreshments? Of course, your highness. You must be exhausted from your long journey. Allow me to escort you to the garden gazebo. Uh... will your guards be coming along?

(.) (Relieved) Right then. (To the guards) Don't worry, you lot. The prince will be safe with me. Dawl will tend to you until the prince is ready to meet his suitors.

(.) Dalin, my good dwarf, bring a platter out for the prince, yeah? And make sure you brew the tea before you chill it this time.

(.) Right this way, your highness.

[Footsteps]

(.) Dalin? Yeah, he's a good friend. He and his brother, Dawl, helped build this place. They also made the gazebo. I tell you; those dwarves know a thing or two about adding a homey touch. They even put in a bench swing and hanging planters.

[Footsteps stop] We met in their village. I was there to buy materials and Dawl and Dalin were the only ones who would sell to me. The rest of the village either ran and hid or tried to attack me since… you know. Ogres aren’t exactly welcome in most places, on account of the tyrant and all that.

He may be gone now, but people haven’t forgotten. Thankfully, I’ve made a good reputation for myself here with the Inn. Of course, that’s thanks to the brothers and my patrons. Without them, I’d… well, I’d really have nothing.

(.)

Yeah, I’m lucky to have ‘em.

[Footsteps]

Ah, here comes Dalin. Huh, he’s got one of your guards with him. Everything alright, gentleman?

(.)

Wait, really? Someone really tests your food for you? I thought that was a myth!

(.)

Huh. Well, I hope he enjoyed it. Hey, food-tester! We’ve got plenty, and none of it’s poison, so eat all you like!

[Dalin sets down the platter]

Thank you, Dalin. This looks delicious.

(.)

I hope it’s to your liking, your highness. Let’s see, we’ve got fresh Milkweed salad, wild berry tarts, and my own specialty summer blend of tea. Everything is picked fresh from the garden, save for the Honeybells. Those don’t grow so well here, so I buy those from the Sungold Grove.

(.)

Honeybells are your favorite? I knew I made a good call on those! Well, dig in, your highness!

(.)

Oh, I’ve been running this place for… hm, five odd years. It started out as just a garden stall. I’d sell fruit and flowers – mostly to the Butterfly Folk during migration. It was a safe place for them to camp, ‘specially with my protection. It was slow going at first, but once Dawl and Dalin came along people were keener to trust me. The garden got so popular with migrating Butterfly Folk we decided we ought to give them a proper place to stay, and the rest is history.

(.)

What did I do before this? Before this, I… Forgive me, your highness. I’d rather not talk about that, if that’s alright. ‘S a bit personal, is all.

(.)

No, no! No need to apologize. It’s alright. Let’s change the subject. Are you enjoying your journey so far? The Painted Ladies say the Monarchs go all out for their migration. I’m not even sure how it’s supposed to work, in all honesty.

(.)

Oh, really? So, it’s not like the insect butterflies at all then? It’s more of a self-discovery thing. Oh, and to find a mate of course. Can you do both on one journey?

(.)

Seems like a tall order to me. Then again, you do have your fair share of suitors to choose from. The dining room is just bustlin’ with ‘em!

(.)

Are you alright, your highness? You look nervous.

(.)

Whenever you want to meet them. You are the prince, after all. I’m sure they wouldn’t mind waiting if you want to rest up a while. I can have Dawl show you to the royal suite–

(.)

You want me to show you?

(.)

No, it’s no trouble, your highness. I’d be happy to. May I offer you my arm?

(.)

Heh, your touch is so delicate. Guess I should expect that from royalty. Right this way, then.

[Footsteps]

Don’t worry, your highness. You’ll have plenty of time to rest and freshen up as ya like.

(A bit hesitant) Draw you a bath? Of course. Whatever your highness needs, I’m happy to deliver.

(.)

(Flustered) C-comb your hair? I could – (gulp) – yeah, I could do that. But are you sure you want me to do it? You wouldn’t rather one of your royal assistants or –

(.)

Oh, okay. Then, uh, it would be my honor, your highness. Ah, here’s your room. I hope it’s to your liking, your highness.

[Door opens]

I’m glad you enjoy it. It’s the room with the most windows, so there’s always plenty of light.

(.)

Oh, you want me to come in now?

(.)

Of course! I’ll just, uh, get that bath started. Please make yourself at home, your highness. I’ll only be a moment.

[Door shuts]

(Softly) Gods. Grahven, you big oaf, you’ve done it now. Went and cozied up to a prince and now look at ya. Blushin’ in the mirror like a schoolgirl. Get your head out of the clouds and focus!

[Knocking]

(.)

Nothing, your highness! Just getting your bath started!

[Turns on water]

(Sighs) Just give it up. It’s not like a prince would ever love an ogre, anyway.

TO BE CONTINUED

[johnny-coxville]

So I accidentally answered this already without it being able to be typed out, so hoping this reaches you anon 🙏

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Bam Margera x fem!reader fluff

♡

Beautiful baby girl

Bam always had a very secret soft spot for children. He never showed it, but one night he cracked. Finally asking if you would want to have a kid together.

Of course, you were beyond ecstatic and were immediately accepting of the idea. That night was a sweet night like no other. Just a few weeks passing.

Multiple tests spread the news that you were pregnant. Bam was already ready to make a nursery and came up with names. You just giggled and went along. Months into your pregnancy you found you were going to have a beautiful baby girl.

Bam was so unbelievably excited. Nearly wagging his tail like an excited golden retriever. He would make you warm tea each night, and rub your belly. Hoping to feel a bump sooner or later.

Bam would worry about leaving you home alone to film, but to your surprise. Him and the guys set up a surprise baby shower. Pretty pink and purple balloons sprawled in your backyard.

You all had a wonderful time, receiving some key things for your soon child. Before you knew it, the baby was kicking. A round bump finally filling your stomach. Bam would lay his ear against you, cooing as it kicked. He would read stories to her and you would watch with a smile.

Once you were due, a cold winter's morning rolled around. He drove you to the emergency room, where you gave birth to your baby girl. Bam laid eyes on his daughter and tears jerked at his eyes.

The drive home from the hospital was pleasant. As you rest up, Bam did his very best to take care of her. Occasionally passing out with the baby right beside him. As she grew old, he swore she wanted to dress like her "cool skateboarding dad".

Dressing her in little vans and t-shirts with graphic designs. She was constantly being held by the guys. All of them took turns playing with the baby. Once she was old enough, he would take her to the skate park. Meeting his buddies and thrilling her with his silly tricks.

Years and years went by. Each day is as good as the next. Her nursery was soon turning into her bedroom. Her dad's influence had rubbed off on her. By the time she was 5, she admired what she called her uncle. Tony Hawk.

Her own mini skateboards sprawled onto her walls. She rocked out with Bam sometimes, banging her tiny head with him. You had never seen Bam so happy before. Yourself, you couldn't ask for better. As time progressed. She only became more like her dad, yet had the biggest soft spot for her mama.

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[hornet-breaker]

Frostbitten

Prime Duo noms? Yes. Dream is a Titan that is basically a Jaguar-hawk hybrid, and is simply enjoying a winter nap. When suddenly he gets a visitor in desperate need of warmth.

Tw: vore, digestion mention, safe vore, SFW mouth stuff, vomit mention

Dream was asleep when he heard the small pitter patter of feet and the chattering of teeth enter his winter den. The beast stirred, his feline ears perked up as he propped himself up with his arms and a mighty yawn, looking around. He could hear the shivering of the human, but it wasn’t fearful, it was weak. Dream flicked his tail and sat up.

“I know you’re here, show yourself.” He said gently.

A few moments passed before a scrawny teen peeked out from behind a corner, looking up at the beast. He looked pale and slightly blue and purple. Already not a good sign as he hugged himself trying to warm up. Dream furrowed his brow ridges, the human was freezing, there was no denying it, and he wouldn’t last very long without warmth.

“H-h-hey there, I-I was j—just,” he paused to sneeze, shaking himself a little, “p-passing through.”

“You were just passing through?” Dream mused, crawling closer to the human. He fell backwards in shock. “I’d imagine you need a place to stay for the night,”

The human nodded shyly. “Y-yeah, just a n-night away from h-home.” He was shivering violently. He wasn’t dressed for cold weather, the poor thing.

“Really? Well, I could provide you with somewhere warm.” He said. The human seemed to perk up feeling his breath. “You have to trust me though.”

The human backed up. “T-trust?”

Dream nodded. “You’ll be safe, cozy, and warm. You may not even want to leave,” he said, a hypnotic tone laced into his voice and he reached for the small. “Just trust me, you’ll be safe., I promise,”

With that Dream opened his maw and nudged the human closer to his mouth. The little creature was terrified but was frozen stiff from Dream’s hypnosis and the cold. As soon as his tongue touched the human, the little creature immediately melted as his tongue wrapping around the frozen body and his head moving closer to scoop him in with his lower jaw. The human tasted like raspberries, sweet and tart, but also frozen. He felt the human weakly protest, but his intoxicating saliva made the human relax, hugging the Titan’s tongue. Dream closed his mouth with the visitor secured inside, he could feel the squirming as he let his tongue relax and lay out in its neutral position. He could feel the little human shivering and huddling for warmth as it slowly stopped. Dream purred softly, he’s question the kid tomorrow, for now he went back to sleep, curling back up using his wings like a blanket...

The next morning Dream was rudely awakened by a sharp kick to his uvula, squawking in surprise as he gagged and spat out the aggressor. The human tumbled out of his mouth with a shrill cry of fear and surprise, landing with a wet slap from the thick layer of saliva he was covered in.

“What the fuck man?!” The human yelled.

“What is wrong with you? I was sleeping, why did you feel the need to do that?!” Dream groaned, sitting up and swallowing to prevent himself from vomiting.

“Because I wanted out. Thanks for not eating me, I’m going back home.” The human stated firmly as he stood up and shook his arms, grimacing at the thick fluid he was coated with.

“You don’t want to do that right now.” Dream said, shifting to sit cross legged with an amused look.

“Why not?” The human challenged, flicking saliva off his blonde dripping wet bangs. “Are you gonna stop me?”

“No, but I’ll happily eat your frozen corpse for breakfast.” He smirked.

The human suddenly went from aggressive to shocked as his tiny eyes widened. “I-“

“Yeah you’re gonna want to stay here until you dry off,” Dream said, offering him the corner of his cloak to help him out. The tiny took the corner and started drying himself off. “Now, you wanna explain to me what you were doing in Warden territory in the dead of the night, and in the middle of winter, dressed like it’s a normal summer day?”

The human went silent. “… you don’t need to know that.”

“Okay then, you wanna tell me your name?” Dream asked.

“Tommy. Just Tommy.” Tommy sighed, sitting down. At least he didn’t feel too threatened, which is exactly what Dream’s saliva does to prey: it calms and heals them, an odd combo but it helps situations like this.

“Okay then, Just Tommy, where are you from so I can take you back?” Dream asked, reaching for his waterskin to take a swig of water.

“Nowhere.” Tommy stated firmly. “I’m from nowhere.”

Dream swallowed his mouthful and looked down at the human. “You don’t sound like you’re from “Nowhere,” unless you’re trying to play a trick on me. Actually, you sound like,” he paused, “You’re from L’manburg.”

The human looked shocked, and almost terrified of the city’s name. L’manburg was 3 days away by horse, how did he end up this far without getting killed?! On top of that, humans never traveled alone, what was he doing all the way out here, in No Man’s Land?

“… fine, I’ll tell you everything if you promise not to eat me.” The human sighed. “Can I at least eat first, I’m starving.” He whined.

Dream nodded and got up slowly, startling the human upright and away. “Yeah, I have some deer jerky if you want some.”

Dream walked over to a barrel, and Tommy could see the patterns on the Titan’s body. A white underbelly with long brown fur almost like a tabby, and green spots like a Jaguar’s. His wings were white with green feathers that melted from an obnoxious neon green to a beautiful iridescent emerald green, with black spots on the tips. Tommy was amazed at how pretty his feathers were, he forgot how brilliant some Titans could look. Dream soon turned back to the human and lowered his hand, offering a small piece of dried up deer meat, that looked surprisingly tender.

Tommy took it and scurried off to a corner, tearing into it. It was the best thing he’d eaten all week. He froze hearing the Titan rip into his portion, munching away without a care for Tommy’s lingering fear of being eaten alive by the creature. After an unsettling meal (to the human at least), Dream beckoned Tommy over to him, having settled down into a rather cozy pile of furs knit into something like a pillow. Tommy reluctantly approached and sat down by his feathery tail.

“So, tell me what happened to you.” Dream said calmly, his emerald green cat-like eyes trained on Tommy. It was almost unsettling.

“Well, I used to live in L’manburg. But, then we had an invasion of a Warden. Everyone fled, I don’t know who survived, but I ran into No Man’s Land, hoping to find refuge. My last camp was destroyed when a Titan got jumped by two Wardens.” He shivered.

“I haven’t slept in days, today was the first thing I’ve eaten all week, everywhere I go maneaters are chasing me.” He slouched and started playing with the feathers on Dream’s tail. “The truth is I have no home, I’ve been wandering for weeks, everyone thinks I’m dead, or is dead. I’m alone. And, honestly I was hoping that maybe, as ridiculous as it sounds,” he looked up at Dream. “I might be able to stay with a Titan that doesn’t want me for lunch.”

Dream flicked his ear, this human was asking to stay with him, to rebuild his life he lost. If he was being honest it was lonely and boring in his cave, the only humans that ever entered were just food to him. This one however, would be different.

“Alright, I’ll make you a deal. I’ll let you live with me in my den, you will become my companion, kinda like a pet, but with benefits. Sound good?” Dream asked.

The human glared at the word “pet,” but nodded, and hugged his tail.

“Thank you,” he said, almost sobbing in relief. Dream felt himself getting attached to the human, and he could tell his life would change for the better.