#when the pretty birds have flown

[plegdoctor]

Rating characters from my fics based on how likely they are to wear crocs

Green Sleeves Tia and Veronica 0/10. Crocs did not exist

Science project A’whora 1/10. She wouldn’t be caught dead in them. This is in contrast to TSP Tayce who wore them when she was little and misses them every day (4/10)

Winners never quit 10/10. All of them wear them off the mat because it’s practically illegal to get the mat dirty. Except for A’whora who wears sliders, 5/10

LWBE tia and Veronica 10/10. Tia occasionally wears them to work. On their one month anniversary she gets Vee a little chameleon shaped jibbit. Vee gets Tia three new pairs of crocs for their three year (red gold and green ones x)

About Last Christmas 6/10. Not Ellie’s fave shoes but she does have a pair. Loz also has a pair that they take everywhere with them, because inevitably Ellie’s feet will hurt in her massive heels and Loz can just whip out the crocs

JCYE 0/10 crocs don’t exist and they’re not very practical

WTPBHF 0/10. Crocs did not exist

[bunn-iiii]

got take a chance on me stuck in my head now

[berylcluster]

tag dump.

[philomelia]

take a chance on me... such a cassie bop

[wileys-russo]

Girlfriend ficlet with Lucy pretty please 🩵🩵

girlfriend ficlet

"luce! we need to go or we'll be late man." you yelled out, rolling your eyes and tapping away at your phone. "aih alright alright, perfection takes time y'know?" your girlfriend finally joined you with a cocky smile.

"your confidence is as always, nauseating." you gagged, the taller girl chuckling and pulling you into a kiss. "i know you only act like ya hate it, when really it turns ya on baby." the defender mumbled into the kiss with a grin.

"sorry hang on-" you pulled away and again fake gagged. "such a child." lucy clicked her tongue and shook her head, shoving yours to the side. "ah! your perfection takes time? my hair takes longer, hands off the merchandise bronze." you warned wagging a finger at her.

"not the kind of merchandise you're slingin that i like to have my hands on anyway stanway." the brunette smiled with a wink, grabbing your bag for you. "didn't you just yell at me we were going to be late?" lucy teased holding her hand out which you accepted.

"hey its not me whose going to have issues with you being late." you chuckled, your dinner guest the one you knew would be causing problems if any.

your girlfriend retorting something back in spanish knowing you wouldn't understand you rolled your eyes and smacked her.

"we get it, you live in barcelona!"

~

"god man we said seven, its nearly seven thirty! not only do you corrupt me little sister but you're a bad influence on her time management lucy." georgia scowled the moment you arrived at the table.

"older sister! thank you very much." you pulled your younger sister into a hug as she stood to greet you. "older but smaller, big little sister!" georgia teased patting your head condescendingly. "don't you encourage her!" you warned your girlfriend with a sharp glare as she chuckled.

"gonna have to do a bit more than laughin at my jokes to get back into me good books here lucy." georgia warned, though you relaxed a little when she hugged the taller girl and all three of you sat down.

"its been a year now georgia, get over it." you rolled your eyes playfully, conversation flowing easily as you tucked yourself into lucys side despite the teasing from your sister.

"so, did you make a decision yet?" georgia asked only a half hour into the meal. "christ gee i haven't even had my entree yet! lay off man." you sighed, your contract with city due for renewal once again as you'd only signed on for one year extension.

you felt lucys fingers trace absentminded patterns on your shoulder, the brunette already knowing your answer and that georgia wasn't likely to take it all that well.

gratefully she didn't ask again, clearly picking up on the vibe that you weren't ready to talk about it and not wanting to ruin the time you did have together.

with a small hamstring strain you'd been ruled out of games and proper training for two weeks, so you'd flown to barcelona to see your girlfriend each weekend in between your rehab program.

conveniently barcelona had drawn bayern for their group stage of the uwcl and it almost seemed divine timing that you were actually able to watch, some of your teammates teasing that you were faking the injury to watch the match.

taking your seat the following afternoon you were wedged between lucys brother and mother, having already been absolutely berated by your sister over facetime earlier this morning for your outfit choice.

also ribbed by your older brothers who'd made the trip too you were grateful to be sat in the home section and away from their constant teasing you were bringing shame to the family in your bronze jersey.

the game started off with both teams coming out swinging, no goals conceded on either end by half time, lucy finding you and her family in the crowd and sending a grin and a wave in your direction.

your sister on the other hand caught your eye and flipped you the bird, something you were certain would be circulating twitter in a matter of hours.

you and lucy hadn't officially come out as dating but you also didn't shy away from 'soft launching' as leah had taught you it was called, and you allowed the rumour mill to circulate, no doubt in your mind your appearance here would only send it haywire.

the second half kicked off and from the very first touch it was apparent the barca girls had come out with a vengeance, bagging three goals in the first twenty minutes all with different scorers, your girlfriend assisting two of them.

the game finally ending with barcelona reigning supreme winning five to nil you were up on your feet as the stadium let out a thunderous cheer and the girls did their laps, a smile curling on your face watching your sister and girlfriend walk together, pushing one another around and joking with a grin.

after georgia had found out the two of you were dating she hadn't taken it well, getting over the initial shock and refusing to speak to either you or lucy for three whole weeks.

eventually leah and keira had gotten in her ear and spoken smacked some sense into her, reminding it was your life and your choice and your happiness, and she'd be a bad sister to stand in the way of that.

so to see them back to normal joking around and hugging flooded your body with relief, an immense weight off your shoulders of months of being the only connection between them, their new clubs meaning besides international duty they hardly saw one another.

eventually the crowd was dispersed leaving all the girls and their respective friends and families, you sat up on the barrier as lucy stood in between your legs, hands splayed across your thighs as you spoke with a few of her friends and teammates.

"so, am i wrong to hear we might have to see more of you soon chica?" mapi grinned as you pinched your girlfriends hip sharply and she winced. "maybe." you answered with a sly smile before grumbling in lucys ear about how she had a big mouth.

"you don't normally seem to mind my mouth though babe, especially when it serves you." the brunette mumbled back, stretching so her lips grazed your ear and she squeezed dangerously high up your leg as you blushed bright red and smacked her shoulder.

"well if that is true then maybe lucia will stop looking so miserable and going on and on about how much she misses you." alexia smiled, accent thick but you appreciated their efforts to speak english with you as a few of the girls laughed and lucy shot her a glare.

"we should go see my family luce, i think gee's done licking her wounds." you murmured as lucy nodded, turning her head to peck your lips and pushing herself up as mapi wolf whistled sending the two of you a wink.

you laughed as lucy rolled her eyes and helped you down, taking your hand as you waved the girls goodbye before the two of you crossed the pitch to where most of the bayern girls were spending time with their own families.

"well well well, the little traitor returns." sol grinned as you punched his shoulder and both you and lucy made the rounds greeting your family, keira also speaking with georgia a few feet away.

"just tryin out the colours before the big move then aih?" sol of course had to open his own big mouth right as georgia and keira returned, the blondes eyes widening at your brothers words.

"the what?" she sent you a glare as you smiled guiltily, sinking into lucys arms as she held you from behind, really using you as more of a human shield than trying to offer you any sort of comfort.

"surprise?" you smiled, biting your bottom lip as keira sighed and pinched her forehead and georgia let out a laugh. "so, barcelona then? officially?" she asked, scarily calm as you nodded.

"won't be announced until the summer, the contracts all but signed." you admitted as georgia nodded, seemingly processing as you started to relax a little assuming she was taking it better than you'd worried.

you were wrong.

"LUCY COME HERE I'M GONNA KILL YA AGAIN!"

[literarydumpinggrounds]

cw: angst, implied gore, implied death

Hawks totally ends up falling for his fiery sidekick.. but sometimes fate is a cruel mistress.

The familiar feeling of his coat is thickened under your fingers by the powder of debris, sticking in wet patches to the skin of your palms. You were acutely aware that your hands were repeatedly grasping at his collar, but it seemed as though all you could do was gasp for breath, the pressure in your lungs making it impossible to keep your eyes in focus.

For once, he looked just as scared as you were. He was speaking, you were sure of it, but his words couldn’t reach you over the ringing.

Run. More are coming. People will need your help. You have to live.

You want to scream at him. Every thought races through your dwindling consciousness in an instant, barely there long enough to register that it had left. There were so many things that you had left to say, things you were meant to do. You didn’t even get to grow older, and bitch about turning thirty like every woman in your family had. You didn’t get to tell him that you loved him, even when he was breaking your heart.

You couldn’t feel the pain anymore, eyelids drooping dazedly as your body visibly sagged with relief.

You couldn’t hear the gurgling sounds that you were making, let alone Keigo’s wailing as he begged you not to leave him. Panicked and clutching the tattered remnants of your body close; wild golden eyes boring into your fading expression. His best girl sidekick had flown too close to the sun, having gone ahead to give him the advantage, and the villains ripped his little turtle dove to shreds.

Why didn’t he find the courage to love you out loud before it was too late?

“Don’t! Don’t try to talk, pretty bird.. You just-“ he was gasping for air, nauseated as the weight of his words spread through his chest. His feelings didn’t matter now. He needed to be brave for you one last time. “You rest, baby. I’ve got you now.”

[jackdaniel69nice]

Does anyone else think the bird jokes are overused and redundant :/

Like people reduce Tokoyami’s whole personality to a single physical trait and I just think it’s weird. In mha canon not a single (good) person makes jokes about tsu, shoji, or Tokoyami’s heteromorph traits. Tokoyami doesn’t even exhibit any bird traits (except the perching), that’s all headcanon. The only one who brings up his avian appearance is hawks. There are only 5 instances I can remember someone saying something about mutant appearances (excluding the direct assault against shoji and ordinary woman)

Mineta calling shoji octopus, which he then apologizes for after finding out how rude that is to say

Jiro saying “that damn bird” when dark shadow blocked her attack. It felt more like a statement of her frustration than an insult.

Bakugo calling tokoyami bird brain, which is normal for him

Dabi calling spinner lizard, and spinner getting offended and yelling at him (I don’t remember if he continues to do it afterwards)

Shoto calling that police chief a mutt, there was no excuse for that, that was just racist

And still I think these are pretty tame compared to how the fandom treats heteromorphs!! The stereotyping of Tokoyami and hawks is absolutely insane. I love when people come up with headcanons for them having more avian traits but when those traits become the butt of the joke it’s extremely distasteful. If I see one more cannibalism joke about eating chicken I’m gonna hurt something. You guys do realize birds eat other birds all the time right???? There is a reason “chicken hawk” is a name. A hawk literally tried to attack my chickens yesterday, they love chicken. That is the reason hawks favorite food is chicken. I can see why tokoyami would want to hide his avian traits because if people in mha are like ours he would have been bullied to hell.

I know people making bird jokes are just having fun, but it’s just really weird to me. It’s important to see the comparison between real life racism and the heteromorph racism in mha. There is a reason horikoshi adds the mutant rally in the final war arc, the lesson there has flown over so many people’s heads. I hope this post gives you more insight to look beyond appearances and actually try to understand these side characters a bit better.

[docwritesshit]

hihi!!! can I request a traffic light trio x fem!goddess reader please!! (all separate head cannons!!)

Oooo this’ll be fun!

Traffic light trio x Fem!Goddess!Reader

Redson

With this one, yall met a celestial event

One look across the room and this one became so curious

You were someone newer, under the wing of Quanyin and still learning the ropes but getting the hang of it quite easily

So you two met, begrudgingly under Quanyins guidance

But Reds was very… nice and polite. Very different from the stories you heard

Then things evolved and here you were dating!

She visits you more often than you visit her, mostly because his father likes to joke they took after him

PIF and DBK both approve of this btw. They would be hypocrites not to.

Gifts and trinkets they made decorate your walls, however they are more mystical in nature

Loves loves loves when you send gifts back. Likes the the little swans you make to actually fly down to him the most

Dates consist of you guys walking the celestial heavens all day any day

Letters travel back and forth between you two a lot because yall are both pretty busy

What you don’t know is that they save all of the letters in order to craft you a swan of your own made up of the love he has for you

Cuddle up to him and watch them combust

MK

Ok he may have flown a bit too high while in his bird form and smacked you in the face-

Instantly transforming back and apologizing profusely

Then he gets stars in his eyes once he really looks at you

“Wow… you might be the goddess of my dreams- SORRY THAT SLIPPED OUT!”

Poor boy, he’s too cute for his own good

Once you start dating, he sends you so many doodles he’s made of you

So. Many. Doodles.

Even makes you a whole ass portrait for your anniversary

Yall both go to Flower Fruit Mountain for dates

Wukong keeps to himself, but gives MK proud smirks so damn often

Loves cuddling you. Snug as a bug in a rug when you hold him with all your robes flowing around

Makes you food. Is very particular on how he makes it cause you’re a goddess-

Loves star gazing with you and hearing all the stories you tell about different constellations

Oh my god he’s so fucking cute I can’t express how endearing it is

Would try and replicate a clay pot he saw and it would come out a muddled mess and you still cherish that thing

You are so protective of him if any other celestial tries to criticize you for dating the pupil of that “menace of a primate”

He has and will faint if you coo over him being cute. Do it, it’ll be funny

Mei

Honestly, pure fucking coincidence you two met

You were talking with the her uncle and she decided to crash in for a visit

Took one look at you and went “oh, cute. Imma keep her!”

And so you two are dating now-

Dates take place in Megalopolis mostly, she doesn’t really like the celestial realm and you haven’t seen a lot of the modern world

Likes to take you on motorcycle rides the most. The gleam in your eyes pales to the sun in her mind

Gives you her jacket if you get cold, even if you pint out you can just summon one of your own.

Loves doing your hair. Trying out different hairstyles is so fun.

Gets you a phone. Then sends you songs that remind her of you. You have so many playlists from her

Teaches you hand to hand combat with weapons because you never know when you need it

Loves hanging you off her arm and bragging how she bagged a “goddess”

You wanna know what’ll get her weak as well? Do her own hair. Face will be beat red. Do it.

That’s all :3

[theramseyloft]

Is a street pigeon potentially as good as a domestic breed when it comes to being friendly?

Street pigeons are domestic birds. They're mixes of stray racers, rollers, and tumblers, mostly, with a few other breeds thrown in depending on what's bred and flown in that region.

But I do know what you mean, and yes.

The pigeon that inspired the therapy bird project was a feral found emaciated in a parking lot.

That's they day he came in from wildlife rehab with a mourning dove next to him.

He was 5 weeks old in that picture.

Those are fully unsheathed flight feathers.

It took him 6 months to grow in his full set of adult feathers.

And he, of his own volition, became my medical alert bird.

Initially, he alerted for anxiety attacks, which were debilitatingly severe at the time.

By which I mean that, under a certain degree of stress, I could not understand spoken words any more and may not realize I am being addressed.

Pigeons are hard wired to map patterns, and Ankhou could tell when I was about to shut down when I couldn't.

He would go get my husband if he was home (before he got a job where he could work from home) and lead him back to me.

And he eventually figured out how to use my hands and echolalia to bring me back out of it by himself.

He figured out that I was diabetic before I had any idea and it wasn't until I got my blood sugar back under control that I found out he had developed an alert for blood sugar spikes.

Ferals are hands down the most intelligent domestic pigeons because they have had to survive by it.

They are more willing to cooperate than breeds in human care because they depend on their flock mates to help them ensure one more day of life, be it by looking out for predators or remembering where to find good food and water.

Most of them, especially as adults, are extremely flighty and skittish, because they have learned to be and their lives have depended up to that point on paying attention to lessons learned.

And you can pretty much guarantee they come in sick and full of parasites.

But if you can either adopt one from a rescue after they're cleaned out and healthy or get one you save treated and have the patience to work with them, that keen intelligence makes it easier for them to work through a developed fear.

Just keep in mind that like a feral dog or cat born in an alley or under a shed, that feral pigeon probably has very good reasons for being skittish.

And just like a dog or cat born stray, a feral pigeon can come to trust and rely on you like family.

[dazed-and-confused23]

Momma's Pretty Bird

Summary: After a long two weeks of undercover work, Keigo finally gets to come home to his momma.

Pairings: Takami Keigo x Female Reader

Warnings: Kissing, light petting, more sickeningly sweet than anything. Mommy kink. Sugar mommy. Older!Reader 3.2k Words

Hawks met you like he met everyone else, rescued during a villain attack. Some upstart had decided to rob a local jewelry store, and Keigo was called in to investigate. He'd flown in to see you standing protectively in front of a pair of scared teens, a scowl on your face as you faced off against the perpetrator. Something in his chest had tightened at the sight, and after apprehending the villain with ease, Hawks sent out a feather that snagged the back of your shirt and brought you to him. 

“That was incredibly brave and pretty stupid, sweetheart,” Keigo smirks down at you, not that the distance was much, you stood just under eye level with him, his hands on your upper arms to steady you after the sudden repositioning. 

You'd rolled your eyes, gave him a challenging smirk back, brow ticking up, and said, “Someone had to do it until the hero got here.” 

And then you took a look around, Keigo would find out later that you owned the place and sent him a smile full of pride -for him. 

“You did a good job keeping my place in one piece, hero. Thank you.” 

Hawks’ chest had tightened again, his heart speeding up as his cheeks flushed a light pink. Of course, his fans and the people he saved thanked him all the time, but to have someone praise him? To tell him that he'd done a good job? Keigo liked the way you made him feel.

“Oh ah. You're welcome. All in a day's work, ya know,” Keigo stuttered out, but you'd taken his sudden nervousness in stride, a gentle smile on your face as you examined him with a keen eye. 

“I'm serious, Hawks. You did an excellent job,” you insisted softly, and boldly reached out to snag his hand, giving it a quick squeeze of appreciation before letting it drop. Keigo swallowed harshly and said the first thing that came to mind. 

“Can I have your number?” 

His relationship with you flourished after that. You understood his need to be gone for long periods of time, Keigo cared about his hero work after all - even the dirtier bits, but you were always there for him with open arms and sweet words the moment he returned to your side. You made Keigo feel safe and wanted in a way he'd never felt before. 

You introduced him to so many new things. From different foods to media and music, but most of all, you introduced him to the world of being the center of someone's attention, your attention. You aren't strapped for cash; you have your own business thanks to your quirk, which allows you to form different gemstones once you have enough familiarity with them. And so you doted on Keigo, buying him anything that his golden eyes landed on while out and about. From snacks to expensive clothes that allowed movement for his wings, you gave him anything he wanted. 

Keigo wasn't oblivious to the fact that you were basically his sugar momma, but he knew that you had feelings for him, and lavishing him with gifts was one of the many ways you showed him how much you loved him. After a while, he may not have started to call you… momma in his head. 

It was embarrassing as fuck, but the hero couldn't help it. You were so kind to him, never raising your voice or admonishing him for his faults. Never getting upset with him when he came to you bruised and broken from a rough mission. No, you welcomed him with a gentle smile and encouraging words, assuring him that he was your good boy and your sweet bird. 

Keigo loved you for it, and he loved you even more when you'd only sat him down when he slipped up and called you momma to your face. 

“How long have you been thinking about this, baby?” The two of you sat on the couch, Keigo’s head pillowed on your thigh as you slid your hand through his shaggy hair. He bites his lips, but you only hum in encouragement, patient as always. 

“For a while,” Keigo finally murmured. You knew about his childhood already, so it made it a little bit easier to get the rest out, “You just take such good care of me, spoiling me with things, making sure I take care of myself.” 

Hawks trailed off. His wings puffed up as his nerves spiked, but, like usual, you were nothing but a calming balm. 

“Mhm, I love spoiling you, sweet bird,” you murmur and slide your hand down from his hair to gently grip his jaw and turn him toward you. Hawks looks at you with stars in his eyes, his expression a mix of hope and resignation. 

“You can call me that if you want to, baby. Nothing wrong with trying something new.” 

Hawks had blushed and buried his face in your thighs, excited relief coursing through him. You'd gently coaxed him to turn back to face you, and Keigo smiled shyly and murmured his thanks. 

You quirked a brow at him, then sent him a mischievous little smile. “What was that, baby? Thank you, what?” 

A sharp sting of arousal shot through him at your expectant tone, and he is hard-pressed to not flat-out moan. Instead, Keigo gave you a demure look and repeated himself, “Thank you, momma.” 

~~~

You push away the fond memory with a smile. It always makes you feel a little better knowing that you were the one that Keigo had chosen to be with. He was such a kind, good soul, and you didn't think he deserved to deal with the things that the Hero Commission put him through. Thankfully, they turned a blind eye to his relationship with you, but you can only wonder how long that would last. 

It's been two weeks since the last time you'd seen your sweet bird. He couldn't tell you much, but you understood what he was dealing with was dangerous. You would be ready to deal with any possible lashing out that the stressful mission caused, just like usual. First, however, you would need to get through the rest of the work day. 

The store was busier than usual, with couples ducking in and out to try and find the perfect engagement ring or anniversary gift for their other half. You loved seeing the joy on your customers' faces when they found what they were looking for. You took pride in what you did, for your quirk was your career, and without it, you wouldn't be able to take care of Keigo the way you liked to. 

Today, you planned for the two of you to go to a spa this evening to unwind if your darling boy was feeling up to it. You knew it would depend on what kind of mood he was in. Sometimes Keigo just needed some encouraging words, and worshiping hands to make him feel better. Other times, however, the hero needed you to take charge of everything, trusting you to take care of what he really needed in such a vulnerable state. 

If he didn't want to go out, you'd already set his favorite cleaning products out in your bathroom so that you could take care of him yourself. You enjoyed the intimate action of preening his wings, it was one of the few times that Hawks would allow his quirk-inducted instincts to come out. You loved the soft coos and chips the hero would make when you touched his wings, and you couldn't help but greedily want Keigo to want to stay in tonight. 

Customers thankfully made the day go by a little faster, and it was near the end of the day when your phone chimed. You swipe open the screen, a giddy smile on your lips when you see that it's Hawks. 

C u soon, momma. I've missed you so much ❤️ 

I missed you too, sweet bird. Are you home already? 

A customer gets your attention before you can see his next text, and you curb any irritation you felt at the interruption. 

Yup! Do u want me to fly u home??

You smile at his helpfulness. He was so cute. 

That's okay, baby. I want you to relax until I get home, and then momma will take care of you, okay? 

Ur the best momma. I love you ❤️ 

I love you too, sweet bird 💗

You tuck your phone back into your pocket. Just from how the hero had worded his text, you could tell that he would need you tonight. You still had another two hours before you could start closing up, and you could only hope they went by quickly.

~~~

Keigo fluttered around your apartment. After being gone for two weeks, undercover once more, the pro hero was more than anxious for you to get home from work. Thankfully, your home is cluttered like it usually gets when he isn’t there to pick up after you, so he was at least able to keep his hands busy while he waited. 

He’d already dressed down, wearing soft, silken shorts and comfy cotton socks that you’d bought him some time ago. You liked it when he made himself comfortable in your home, or his home too, as you liked to assure him of over and over. His heart always beat a little quicker whenever you insisted. 

A soft smile tugs at the corner of his lips when he opens the dryer and pulls out the fresh clothes. He buries his face in them, his sensitive nose picking up your natural scent even through the detergent. Hawks had missed you while he lurked around the LOV hideout. Even though he knew it was his duty as a hero, you had shown him a life outside of that duty, and Keigo was desperate to return to your side as soon as possible. Eventually, he begins to fold or hang up your clothes and then moves on to the next load of laundry. 

The pro is in the kitchen starting the dishwasher when the door opens. His wings puff in excitement, and Keigo zips to the foyer to greet you. He hardly gives you the time to set your bag down before he sweeps in, his arms sliding around your waist to clutch you close to his chest. Hawks presses his face into the crook of your neck, and a happy chir escapes him when you slide one hand into his shaggy hair and tuck him closer to you. 

“Hello, sweet bird,” You greet, a smile in your voice. You feel bad that it took you so long to get home when Keigo obviously needed you so, but you push it away. You’re here now and could make it up to him. 

“Hey, Momma,” Keigo coos sweetly, and you melt at the affection in his voice. He rubs his nose up and down your cheek, his eyes closed in content as he finally feels himself start to relax. Hawks was so happy you were finally home. 

You take a look around, and huff when you notice that he’s picked up, “Thank you for cleaning, baby. You didn’t have to.” 

Keigo pulls away to look at you, eyes squinted in a proud little smile, “Who else would if I didn’t do it?” 

You roll your eyes and reach up to gently pinch his cheek, “Okay, sweet bird, you make a good point.” 

You just don’t like the thought of someone else in your space that you share with Keigo coming in even just to clean. Your home was his safe haven, and you’d be damned if that was taken away from the hero. He’d explained to you once before how sensitive his instincts could be to something unfamiliar entering his nest. 

Keigo catches your wrist and tugs your hand up so that he can press his lips to your knuckles and his golden eyes turn soft. He slides closer, letting your hand drop between them before he leans in and pulls you in for a sweet kiss. A soft sound leaves him when you press into the embrace, and his heart stutters when your soft hands come up to curl along his jaw. Your thumbs smooth back and forth over his stubble, and he tilts his head to the side to deepen the kiss. 

The chime of the washer steals his attention and makes the hero jump. He sends you a shy smile before kissing your brow and stealing away to go take care of changing the clothes over. You hum in fondness and kick your shoes off then move into the kitchen. You finish up with the dishwasher and then retrieve a glass bottle of your favorite beer. The first sip has your shoulders slumping, and the touch of Keigo pressing his front to your back finishes you off. 

“How are you, baby?” You ask softly and reach up to wrap your hand around his wrist. You feel his grip tighten, and wait patiently for Hawks to get his thoughts in order. 

“Okay, this time. It could have been worse,” Keigo whispers, and you tilt your head to the side, allowing him access to trail the tip of his nose up and down the collom of your throat. It’s not the best answer he could have given you, but it’s not the worst either. You know that much of what Keigo does is classified, and you could only hope to help shoulder that burden with him one day, but for now, you hoped your solid presence was enough for him. 

“Better than a code red, my love,” you murmur and turn in his hold to smile up at him. Your dear hero looks tired, worn out, and strained at the edges. You can’t help but wonder when the last time he’d gotten a good night's sleep was. You quickly change the subject to a happier topic when your stomach suddenly cramps in hunger, “How about we order takeout, baby?” 

Keigo lights up, wings perking up and shifting behind him, “Can we get fried chicken?” 

You laugh and dip your head in a nod, “Of course we can, baby. Anything you want. Go get my phone and we’ll order online.” 

You follow the hero back to the living room where you curl up on the couch. Hawks tucks himself against you, body pressed against you as much as he can until you relent and let him lay his head in your lap. He scrolls through your phone, unsure where to order from until he finally decides on good ole’ KFC. You grumble at the choice a little. It’s not that you don’t like the greasy food, but you do wish that he would have picked something on the healthier side. 

Keigo asks about the two weeks that he’d been gone and you regale him with tales of customers. From the unruly teen looking to try and make a quick buck, to the elderly man who’d come in looking for a certain gem that his wife loved. Hawks loved listening to you talk about your day, basking in how easy and domestic it all sounded. He loved being a hero, loved saving people, but sometimes he was just a little jealous of how… normal your life was even in today’s society. He never let you know that of course, it made him feel bad enough as it was. 

You had swiftly become his everything. Keigo had plenty of money, plenty of people who would roll over for him at the drop of an order, but none of those people were you. You took care of him in a way that his handlers or the Hero Commission never could, and he loved you for it. You spoiled him, and bought him things Keigo wouldn't have even dreamed of owning. Not from lack of funds, but more of a lack of knowing if he would enjoy that kind of thing. He relaxes even more the longer you speak, your voice like a balm on his anxieties as he buries his face in your stomach. 

It hurts that he can't tell you everything. That he can't tell you how dangerous his missions are becoming and how scared Keigo is that one day, he might not make it back home to you. Would you still want him if he couldn't be a hero anymore? 

“Baby, what are you thinking about? Your wings are bunching up.” 

Keigo bites his lip and forces himself to relax again. You've had a long day, and he doesn't want you to worry about him. 

“It's nothing, momma. Just sad thoughts,” He murmurs, knowing better than to lie to you. 

Your brows crease, and you gently scratch his scalp, “You know you can talk to me, sweet bird.” 

You feel him nod, but Keigo doesn't speak back up. It makes you sad that your sweet boy is under so much stress, but you will do your best to be his rock. You clear your throat and force a smile on your face. 

“You're mine for the next couple of days, right?” it wasn't often that the Hero Commission gave Hawks more than a weekend off unless it was for his rut, so you definitely planned to take advantage of your time with him. You continue when Keigo nods again. 

“Then how about we go to the Mall tomorrow? We can watch that movie you told me about the other day and then go to the arcade after?” 

Keigo can't help the excitement that zings through him. He knows that the movies and the arcade aren't things that you usually like doing, but it makes his heart thud in affection knowing that you want to do things that he likes doing. He shifts so that he can peek up at you, one golden eye shining in interest. 

“Can we get cake after?” He asks, and you smile down at him, thumb coming up to gently rub away the scowl between his brows. 

“Of course, we can love,” you assure him, and then your expression becomes a bit darker, and lust swims to the surface, “I was also thinking that my baby could get all pretty for me in the evening, and I could take him out on the town. Show off how lucky I am.” 

Keigo blushes prettily just like you knew he would, and shifts so that he can sit on his knees. You watch, eyes half-lidded as he preens under your attention, his own piercing gaze soft and affectionate for you. 

“You think I'm pretty?” He coos quietly, and fuck. You love it when the hero gets like this, all sweet and demure, and all for you. 

You reach out, tucking one hand under his chin as you meet his gaze. Your thumb smooths back and forth, and a devious smirk paints your lips. 

“I do, sweet bird. Especially when you're all flushed like this, eyes bright and wings quivering. Beautiful, love.” 

You could have gone on, could have waxed poetic words and whispered sweet nothings to your sweet boy, but it's then that your phone chimes to inform the two of you that your food is being brought up. You grit your teeth in frustration even as Keigo bounces up, the hero excited for greasy takeout, but it's swiftly replaced with that same, soft affection for pro. You would have plenty of time to lavish Keigo with your attention in the next couple of days.

More Hawks -> HERE

[threepandas]

Bird4Bird Part 1: Yandere!Hawks

Quirk Use Laws? Pretty much forbid anyone NOT a Hero from Flying. Even if they have wings. Even if they were born with them.

Society isn't fair. Never has been.

It doesn't MATTER if you have wings fully capable of carrying you through the skies. Of that freedom so few could only dare dream off. You didn't offer yourself up on the alter of Heroics or the meat grinder of Villiany. Stay on the fucking ground.

You haven't flown since childhood.

Not even so much as gliding. Have gotten in TROUBLE time and again for daring to fully extend them, just to stretch. Long learned to ignore the screaming, begging, jibbering mess of instincts that just... just BEGS you. Pleads with you. To just for a MOMENT...

No one would ever have to KNOW!

.......yeah. Yeah sounds like a lie to you, too. But you can't blame um. It. That part of you. You weren't built for this.

Literally.

Your wings are fucking massive. You've lost count of the times you've clipped door frames. Wall corners. Furniture. They're not DAINTY. Not pretty little short term flight wings, built for flitting about and bright colors. They are TANKY. Meant to carry you and carry you and CARRY YOU. Hold weights most couldn't lift.

You got a LOT of pressure to be a hero as a kid.

Now you most just get a lot of pressure to HAVE kids. Lots of um. Gotta pass on the quirk! Be a good little broodmare! Since, you know, YOU failed to give us what we wanted. It's messed up.

And it's not happening.

Not in a society like THIS. Honestly, you'd get your tubes tied if you COULD FIND A DOCTOR TO DO IT. But again! Quirk. Broodmare. Pop out winged babies. Like HELL you will. Not when they'll never get to fly. Not when it's a life of forced combat for the state or being chained to the ground.

You? You can bear it. You're strong enough. You've HAD to be. But you're not gonna let them do that to any hypothetical kid of yours. You'd sooner fucking die.

Speaking off? Some fuckers never learn. Another "life was mean n unfair so I'm gonna take that out on everyone weaker then me, instead of aiming for the people actually responsible, cause I'm a COWARD" mother fucker. And LOOK! How original! He has bom-...

Wait, FUCK-!!!

The bastard HAD bombs. You, along with most of the idiot "hero chaser~♡!" Crowd you were trying to get PASSED, got thrown back. At least it didn't hit directly. Those up front would have died. Which? From the sounds of panic? Is finally starting to OCCUR to those idiots.

You DON'T SAY? Really. Getting near open combat? Dangerous? Fucking Shocking!

Still, you pull yourself up off your back (fucking OW, you don't sleep on your back for a REASON). Fling your hand forward to let your talons slam onto the concrete (not like it can get any MORE fucked up, who's gonna notice a few holes?) then lever yourself up and forward.

You let the, admittedly, incredible strength of your jacked upper body, do more the just roll you upright. You GRIP. Push off. Muscles rolling under your intentionally baggy clothes as you move, like the apex predator you both are and pretend not to be.

Cause there's kids. There's ALWAYS fuckin kids at these things. They want to see the Heros(~☆™). Want to BE them. Have no goddamned idea how dangerous what they're doing IS because everyone around them treats as safe, normal.

But it's NOT.

And now those kids are hurt and on the ground.

They are scared, confused, and don't know what to do. The adults around them more concerned with saving themselves then protecting the most vulnerable amongst them. You shove passed. It's EASY.

With your wings? With the muscles that came WITH them? The size you got from either your Quirk or just dear ol dad? You are a TANK. If you say move. They MOVE.

You get to the kids. Raptor eyes and sensitivity to blood, perfect for hunting, picking out prey. Even BETTER for picking out boo-boos. That's right everybody, big bird lady, here with band-aids and the reassuring Adult Voice Of Command In A Scary Situation. We're all okay. Everybody together now.

You assess the damage. Not great, could be worse. At least they aren't preschoolers. You nearly got ARRESTED that time for almost punching a cop. The one with the badly twisted ankle can't stand. You haul him up under an arm. You'd toss him over a shoulder, but he'd be exposed.

Time to- The children scream in terror. Your head snaps around, towards the fight. What the HELL have they been DOING?! How has it gotten-!? One of the Villians attacks is headed directly at you and the kids.

FUCK Vigilante Laws. You're not dying today. Neither are these kids!

Your wings snap out to their full size.

Curving like a deep, earth toned, fortress of feathers around you, as you raise them to shield yourself. You activate Strong Bird. (Your dad had Strong Man, your mom had Pretty Bird. Yeah, they thought they were clever when they had a really REALLY powerful avian Quirked kid. Gee! What to name THAT quirk?)

Your wings, already powerful, become nigh unbreakable in their strength. You can't hold it long. But you don't NEED too. Just to tank a hit... that never comes.

You don't know what's happening and you don't CARE. Amateur hour out there nearly got these kids killed TWICE. So the wings stay up. C'mon fledgling, everybody back up, nice 'n slow. Hmm? Yeah. Yeah, sweetheart. JUST like ducklings.

Of course, while the kids get EMTs? (As they should) You get the delightful threat chorus of the City's Finest. Serve and Protect, everybody! You'd grin and bear it... but you kinda have fangs. Lil baby ones. But APPARENTLY they count as "threatening a police officer". Quirkist mother fuc-

"Problem, officer?"

Too close! Hand on shoulder! AAAH, FUCK! You jump. Wing slaming out in reflex, trying to dislodge the "suprise attack". You didn't hear his come up behind you! SILENT MOTHER FUC-!!! You whip around to the sound of snickering.

Delighted eyes more suited to a corvid then the raptor they're attached too, mock back at you. The Avian/Winged Quirks of Japan Golden Boy. Mr. Model himself. Fuckin Hawks, in all his fuckboi glory.

".....I'm not apologizing. You snuck up on me." You growl, FULLY ignoring the offended noise the officer next to makes.

You... do NOT like the corvid grin, Hawks is giving you. He seems fully aware of it.

The longer you both lock eyes... the more your feathers puff up. Shoulders slowly rising to damn near your ears. S...Stop That! I'm BIGGER THEN YOU! I could take you! You... you WANNA GO, you flighty lil shit!?

He reachs forward. Telegraphing his moves. And...?

Tugs at a flight feather.

YOU PUNCH HIM.

The Judge is very understanding. Your lawyer, paid for by Hawks, somehow gets you community service at his agency. (You wish you punched him harder. But those are INSIDE thoughts.) It? Wouldn't be so bad... if he wasn't such a little corvid CREEP.

Always trying to startle you. Endless wing tugging. Staring contests. Stealing your lunch. Stealing BACK your lunch once you've stolen it from HIM. Moving your SHIT. It's like he's TRYING to set off Every Single Instinct You HAVE.

You're gonna kill him.

This is your Supervillian origin story. Mr. "Ooooh~ isn't it a SHAME you can't fly? I can fly!" LORDING his FUCKING LICENSE over you like a [censored in untranslatable Raptor swearing]!!!

If you find! ONE MORE! Of his FUCKING FEATHERS!!! In your shit?! You are gonna running tackling him out the nearest WALL. And frankly? You don't CARE what magazine he's in now! Stop SHOWING YOU! Stop filling your desk! Stop SITTING on your desk! Yeah, yeah, world's greatest hunter. You caught a purse thief today. Woooo. Good for you.

We're it not for the many, MANY witnesses? These Talons would...

"Love to see ya TRY~" the asshole croons, leaning forward, into your space. "You're fast. But I'm FASTER! But hey, maybe ya manage it! Go ahead. Big strong grip, you might even catch me~ DO you WANT to catch me, my lil hunter?"

Condescending FUCKER. What, because he's a hero, you're no threat AT ALL?

You slam your hands down on your desk, either side of him, to pull yourself to your feet. To TOWER above him like a wrathful avian god. You're so furious... you don't notice the way his eyes dilate. The shudder that goes through him.

The way his calculating golden eyes follow you as you storm away, a titan of feathers and wrath, from behind his ever fixed PR mask.

He steals another pen.

He knows it's going to aggravate you. As is the doodling on you paperwork. The swiping of several random pages. The moving your paperweight. Wing tugging. Pay attention to me. Mischief and danger. It's just a passing whim, he tells himself. He'll get bored, he lies. We have nothing in common!

(Cages come in so many shapes. Is your's as unbearable as mine?)

[topgun-imagines]

Love At First Sight

Requested: yes

Summary: When Bradley sees Jake flirting with you, he realizes that he needs to tell you how he feels.

Word count: 1.3k

Warnings: drinking, mutual pinning, Phoenix is an evil genius.

Pairings: Bradley ‘Rooster’ Bradshaw x fem!reader

“Hey Bird Brain, Whatcha starin' at?” Hangman’s words broke Rooster out of his trance. He had been staring at you for the better part of 20 minutes and even though you had no idea, it was starting to get a little creepy. Jake and Natasha were watching from the pool table. They couldn’t help but notice the way Rooster’s puppy dog eyes followed you across the bar every time you moved. Rooster glanced quickly between you and Hangman before clearing his throat and spinning on the barstool.

The pilot was trying as hard as possible to keep an innocent expression on his face, but Jake and Natasha could see right through it. “Nothing,” Bradley tried to brush it off. He spun back around and grabbed his drink, almost spitting it out when he found your eyes on him. You smiled at him and giggled quietly at his shocked expression. Jake patted him on the back harshly, causing him to choke on his drink. Natasha raised a perfectly manicured eyebrow with an expectant look. “Please just drop it.” Bradley pleaded with the pilots.

Jake took a seat next to him. “Go talk to her,” He urged. Bradley immediately began shaking his head. There was no way in hell that he was going to let Jake Seresin convince him to go talk to you. Sure he wanted to, but that didn't mean he was going to let Hangman make him. Plus, you looked like you were having fun with your friends. He didn’t want to disturb you. “If you don’t, I will.” That instantly made Bradley freeze. Before he could stop him, Bradley was watching Jake walk across the bar. He groaned as the blond pilot leaned up against the counter next to you.

He spent the next few minutes watching as Jake tirelessly flirted with you. It was like torture. Bradley hated the fact that he let Jake get away with that. Now, he was forced to sit there and watch you laugh along with him while sipping on your drink. Jake was lucky that Bradley hadn’t burned holes in the side of his head from how intense his gaze was. If looks could kill, Jake would be six feet under.

Every once in a while you would glance over at Natasha and Bradley. Seeing The mustached pilot pouting into his beer made you want to laugh. This time, however, when you glanced over you met Natasha’s eyes. The two of you shared a small smirk before you returned to your conversation with Jake.

Unbeknownst to Bradley, Phoenix had known you since the two of you were teenagers. You and a couple of your friends had flown down to spend the next few weeks with Nat. So, when she saw Bradley making eyes at you for the past few nights, she hatched a brilliant plan. The only thing she needed to complete her plan was Jake's cooperation. After a little persuasion and the promise of multiple free rounds, Natasha convinced him to play along. Now he was standing on the other side of the bar, whispering meaningless words in your ear as you laughed along.

When you smiled up at Jake, Phoenix was pretty sure she saw steam come out of Bradley's ears. She was confident that Bradley had a heart attack when you pecked Jake’s cheek. A few seconds later you left, heading toward the bathroom. The cocky pilot removed himself from his relaxed position on the bar and moved back to Natasha and Bradley. “And that’s how it’s done.” With a harsh glare, Bradley slipped his sunglasses on and tossed some cash onto the bartop. He could only offer Phoenix a forced smile when she sent him a sympathetic look. She wanted Rooster to pull his head out of his ass, but that didn’t mean she wanted to hurt him.

You left the bar a few minutes later. Within the next twenty minutes, you were home and changed into a pair of comfortable pyjamas. Once you settled on the couch with your hair thrown up into a messy bun and the remote in your hand, you planned on not getting up until you headed to bed. Your plan was soon interrupted by a knock on your door.

Cautiously, you stood from the couch and moved toward the door. The last person you were expecting to see when you opened it was Bradley Bradshaw. “Bradley?” You stepped aside to let him in. As he walked passed you, you noticed his dishevelled appearance. It looked as if he had run his hands through his hair hundreds of times. “What are you doing here?” You barely noticed him suck in a breath before he spun on his heel.

Before you knew what was happening his lips were on yours. Once the initial shock wore off, you allowed yourself to get lost in the kiss. Your hands tangled in his messy curls as his fingers dug lightly into your hips. Seconds later he pulled back, breathing heavily. You gasped quietly for air as his forehead rested against yours. “I’m sorry,” He choked out quietly, warm breath fanning across your face. “I just had to know.”

You furrowed your eyebrows. “Had to know what, Bradley?” You could see the worry swimming in his brown eyes. You had never been this close to him before. So close that you could count every speck in his eye, trace the scars on his cheek and neck. You were so close that you could see the way his eyelashes fluttered against his cheek as he blinked.

His hands were still on your hips. You sucked in a quiet breath when his fingers tightened protectively. Almost as if he was scared that you would slip away. “How it felt.” He was studying your face, memorizing every freckle and blemish as his eyes drifted across your skin.

“And?” You whispered. The pilot's mustache twitched as he smiled gently. The way his lips curled up made you feel safe and secure. Suddenly his smile was your favorite sight. It was better than any sunset or sunrise you had ever seen. Nothing seemed to come close to how you felt when he flashed you that comforting smile.

Your eyes darted between his eyes and the dimples that slowly appeared on his cheeks. Then your eyes finally settled on his lips. “Now I know that I was right,” He murmured. His own eyes were fixed on your lips, causing your breath to stutter. “I love you so much.” You would have gasped had his lips not crashed onto yours once more. A quiet moan escaped your lips causing Bradley to groan into the kiss. His lips worked against yours gently, conveying every ounce of love into the kiss.

When you pulled away a few seconds later your lips were swollen lightly. Bradley nipped your bottom lip as you pulled away. He smirked at your wide-eyed expression. “I love you too,” You spoke quietly. His thumbs drew delicate patterns onto your hips. You could see the way his eyes lit up at your words. “So much.” Your last words were nothing louder than a whisper. But Bradley heard them loud and clear.

He grinned widely as his arms wound around your body, pulling you snug against his chest. You sighed as you heard the comforting sound of his heartbeat under your ear. Allowing your eyes to flutter shut, you relaxed into his hold. Bradley’s lips pressed a series of gentle kisses to the top of your head. A tiny smile rose on your face as you kissed the space beside his heart. You would need to have a talk in the morning, but for now, you were fine with things just the way you were.

A/n: Thank you all for reading! Requests are open.

[nightmare-foundation]

Talk about the dick Grayson aus pls!! I am so curious :0

GRIPS YOU. Okay I have like a million AUs already but I have. One that's on my brain half the time

The au is based heavily around Batman: Arkham Knight, and it's essentially an au where Dick gets the Arkhamverse Jason Todd treatment and becomes the Arkham Knight!

It's a fun au idea, essentially I was thinking like,, "What would push Dick into going full villain mode?" And I looked at Arkham Knight and went ooooh,, that's a fun idea! I'm putting venomous spiders in his terrarium basically.

Overall the AU is pretty self explanatory: Dick gets captured by the Joker, is tortured and brainwashed for over a year to 2 years straight, and comes out murderous as hell. Overall not too different from the game. There ARE important differences though, like exactly how I imagine Dick gets captured.

Some inspirations for the au are: Joker: Last Laugh, Grayson: Futures End, as well as Devin Graysons run with the whole Blockbuster stuff, and the Ric Grayson arc.

Inane rambling under the cut

Okay, SO!! Why and how Dick gets captured is a bit complex. The au takes place not long after Dick gets his memories back from the whole Ric arc- which is actually kinda important here??

Joker was very much inspired by the short time he had Dick Grayson brainwashed and under his control. It was very fun and very fascinating to him to see him fight the rest of the batfamily, and incredibly disappointing when Dick broke out of his control. From this, he got an idea- an incredibly horrible idea. Why not just torture poor Dickie into doing what he wants? Why not twist and turn this little Butcherbird against the family he loves so dearly?

Because there is nothing more devastating to Dick Grayson than to hurt the people he loves. To turn against the morals Batman drilled into him- and, well, Joker already pushed him into breaking that code once before, he can certainly do it again.

And that's where Joker gets the idea to capture Dick, to torture and brainwash him. Joker isn't an idiot, he knows how resilient Dick is. Dick is practically a diamond, he formed under pressure. But even diamonds have their limits, and Joker fully intends to find it.

Joker keeps an eye on the birds and bats of Gotham, even when they've flown the nest, so he pulls some inspiration from Blockbuster, and uses his own past experiences to push Dick just enough to come after him. Joker knows full well that targeting those he loves pushes Dick over the edge, pushes him to kill- after all, supposedly killing Tim and even mentioning Jason made Dick beat him to death. And everyone knows about Dicks rampage through Blockbusters ranks, and how he was an accomplice to the crime lords murder. So, well- why not target those that Dick Grayson cares about- but specifically the most defenseless people he loves?

After regaining his memory, in the AU, Dick goes back to teaching classes of children Gymnastics and Acrobatics. And Joker finds this out, pulls some strings, slaughters the children and stitches them all together like Frankenstein. Maybe he even pins the blame on Dick.

And it's pretty clearly targeted- and Dick doesn't know why, but he doesn't care. These were children- just little kids he knew. It's a horrific reminder of what happened with Blockbuster, except almost worse. And Dick is fucking furious; it's the Joker, he made it obvious, and Dick wasn't there and he could've stopped it. It's horrific, beyond it, and all he can think is- if Joker stayed dead, this wouldn't have happened.

This was his fault; and he needs to rectify it. And Arkham won't keep Joker for long, it never does.

And Joker gets exactly what he wanted; Nightwing coming after him, wanting him dead, not thinking straight with all the trauma and horrific reminders.

And Dick hunts him down; it's reckless, he goes it alone, and this is fully on purpose. Dick intends to kill the Joker, but he doesn't intend on coming back out alive. It's a suicide mission, one that he doesn't tell anyone about because he knows they'll stop him.

And, stripped of any trackers, comms, anything that could be used to find him, he tracks Joker down to Arkham Asylum. He never gets to kill the Joker, but he doesn't come back out, anyways. Not until nearly 2 years later.

For the first 6 months, the Batfamily as well as the Titans and even the Justice League try to look for Nightwing, but to no avail. They have no idea where he went, where he disappeared at- there's no trail to look for or follow. And, of course, the last place they'd look is Arkham Asylum, if it's even on the list of places to look in the first place.

The entire time, Dick is being tortured- he comes very close to escaping a few times, but it's hard to escape with your ankle broken and being injured and tortured and starved constantly.

And then- the batfamily gets The Video, and upon genuinely thinking Dick is dead... they stop looking.

And, after months, Dick completely loses hope. He's resilient, yes, but not unbreakable, and eventually he breaks enough to do anything for less pain, for some kind of reprieve from this hell- even killing. And it only breaks him down further, and before he knows it, it's nearly been two years, and he feels more about the rewards he gets than the blood on his hands.

And then- Dick escapes, during some chaos that happens in an Arkham breakout (or was it an attack? Dick has no idea). He escapes on his own (or rather, the Joker let's him run, but Dick doesn't know that), and in his angry, hurt, deeply traumatized state, doesn't go to the batfamily or his friends or anyone.

Instead, Slade finds him during one of his contracts in Gotham. Dick is hardly even a shell of his former self; he's stick thin, broken and bloody, covered in filth and a threadbare Arkham inmate uniform, head constantly bowed and almost too weak to stand. Despite all that, though, there's still a defiant glint in Dicks eye, saying "I dare you" even though he's no more threatening than a kitten at the moment.

And Slade is fascinated by this development, especially after some poking and prodding. The brainwashing runs deep, and it's present in just about every action Dick takes, every little decision he makes. He's never seen a torture victim in such an awful state, and he's never seen such thorough brainwashing. Slade is fascinated, and finds himself pitying the state Dick is in. Nightwing, the seemingly unbreakable man with an unbreakable resolve, and he's bowed at his feet, speaking in broken whispers about how he wants to kill the Batman and tear Gotham asunder.

So who can blame him if he picks up Dick Grayson and ships him off to Venezuela after he gets done with his contract? No one needs to know about his vested interest in this broken man, to see what he'll do once he's back in shape. And besides, seeing Dick Grayson like that was the worst kind of uncanny valley Slades ever experienced. Who's bright idea was it to turn Nightwing into a violent, borderline sociopathic killing machine while keeping him too broken to actually do anything? Oh, right. Stupid clown. Well, at least it's interesting to Slade.

And Dick pours every ounce of his being into physical therapy and then training. He plans and strategizes and plans some more.

I'll leave this here for now since this post is getting fucking LONG- and honestly you can guess the rest of what happens in the au. There are a few differences in the au, like Dick having electrified swords on his back, Dick revealing himself earlier, the Titans being involved when the Militia invades, Dick actually almost succeeding because he plans REALLY well and only failing because he's unable to pull the trigger, that sort of thing.

I'm also still considering what happens after the invasion, when Dick runs, so that's a WIP.

And before anyone tries saying "oh Dick would never do that, that's ooc and this au sucks"- a) it's an au and b) brainwashing is hard as SHIT to break, especially when the person you're working with is actively encouraging it. And I know characters like the Supers could've found Dick, but let's pretend they couldn't for the sake of Plot Reasons. After all, it'd be a boring au if it ended immediately when they got involved lol.

[hanilessa]

birthday morning with you, my love.

` Childe x Fem!Reader

` Genre: fluff, romance

` Author’s notes: happy birthday, man of my heart ♡

Today you feel happy like never before. A pleasant languor warmed your heart, and you were in a really good mood. Because today was your boyfriend's birthday.

And you were going to make this day filled with all the best events, memories and happiness. You wanted Tartaglia to remember this birthday for a long time.

You got out of bed, carefully slipping out of your lover's arms. You moved carefully and silently so as not to disturb his sleep.

Your heart fluttered with excitement as the ginger man let out a sleepy moan and his hand reached out to find you and pull you closer to him.

You wanted to stay by his side, but you needed to cook a birthday breakfast for him, so you didn't have that luxury. You quickly pushed your pillow towards him to divert his attention and hurried out of bed.

It didn't take long to cook his favorite dish, you put a vase of flowers and two glasses of dandelion wine on the table to create a romantic atmosphere. Now you had to check his birthday gift. You looked into the closet, noticing that the fishing rod was in the same place.

You knew how much Tartaglia loved fishing, and that's why you decided to give him the fishing rod. The fishing rod was quite modern, and it took you a long time to save money for this, but you didn't regret the time spent at all.

It was nothing compared to the fact that you can see the happy smile on Childe's face.

You happily nodded your thoughts and hurried to the shared bedroom to wake up your lover. When you entered the room, you noticed to your surprise that the man was no longer asleep.

He heard you enter the bedroom and turned to look at you. His blue eyes squinted slyly.

"And I was wondering where my bird had flown to so early." He smiled pretty as your cheeks flushed bright red. He beckoned you closer to him and you couldn't resist. Your legs were trembling slightly, but you kept walking towards the bed.

"I wanted to surprise you, Ajax…" You said slightly confused and embarrassed, sitting on the edge of the bed. "And I didn't mean to wake you up, I'm sorry."

You noticed a sly glint in Childe's eyes.

"Without you in bed I was so lonely. You're too cruel to me, baby." He pouted and looked offended, and you caught your breath.

In the light of the rising sun, Ajax looked like the most beautiful person to you. His ginger hair shimmered with copper in the rays of the sun, and it was like a bright fire that flared up in a huge fire.

His blue eyes reflected both the ocean surface and the raging waves. A scattering of freckles on his face wanted to kiss and not stop.

"I'm sorry…" You once again asked for his forgiveness, being, as if under hypnosis. His attractiveness was truly captivating. When the ginger man noticed your red cheeks, he smiled contentedly.

"You know, baby, I'm still a little offended, but I know another way you can apologize to me." He whispered into your lips, and his lips found yours in a kiss.

A pleasant feeling spread throughout your body, you could feel your boyfriend's satisfied smile through the kiss, and after that, the thought came to you that he planned this from the very beginning to get your kiss. However, you didn't mind, with pleasure surrendering to a pleasant kiss with your lover.

You broke the kiss, causing Childe to whimper in displeasure and lean in for a kiss. But you pulled away and smiled. You had to say those three words to him.

"Happy birthday, Ajax."

And immediately after these words, your lips again found his lips in a kiss filled with happiness, joy and love.

[gennydreams]

“So, why are we opening all the doors in the zone again?”

“Oh, come on, Sam. It’s for our map!” Danny said. “You never know which doors would be helpful in case something happens.”

“Or if Danny gets in trouble again and we need to know which doors to avoid under all costs.” Tucker added as they slowly followed behind Danny. “I do not want to have to eat another buffet’s worth of blood blossoms again!”

Sam sighed from inside the specter speeder. “I mean why go into the doors at all at this point? They all lead to some kind of disaster situation. Or worse, Klemper.”

The trio all shuddered at the reminder. There had been way too many instances of opening a door and it somehow leading back to Klemper’s lair.

“I don’t know, some of the doors are interesting. And besides this is way more interesting than studying for another one of Lancer’s tests.” 

“Woah! Look at this door!”

Danny had flown up in front of a beautifully carved door made of dark wood that had a large yellow cat’s eye taking up a third of the door.

“That one’s different. It’s not purple like the rest.” Tucker commented

“I’m gonna open it!”

Danny did so, revealing a psychedelic swirl that seemed to ripple along the doorframe. “Oooh, weird.” Danny said as he stuck his hand in and turned it intangible experimentally. It actually worked, which was a surprise given that most of his ghost powers didn’t work in the ghost zone.

“Maybe we should leave this door alone, guys? I feel like we might have learned our lesson about not going into mysterious portals just for the hell of it.”

“Sam’s right Danny, maybe we should leave this one alone.”

“Oh relax guys, it’s just this weird water stuff.”

“Still Danny, let’s just head back. Who knows when your parents are gonna notice we took the speeder again.” Sam worried.

“I’ll just take a quick look through it and be right back.” Danny turned intangible and dove into the water.

Twin shouts of his name cut off as his Fenton phone crackled with static while he sped through the water to come up shooting out of the water into this weird cavern place. There was this black gunky water below him and all these floating cubes surrounding him. If he listened closely he could hear these weird whispers echoing off the walls of this place. 

“Woah…”

Danny floated and spun in a slow circle looking at everything inside this lair.

“Hello?” His call echoed around him into the great expanse.

“Now this is something else. Wait till Sam and Tucker hear about this!”

Danny’s attention is then captured by one of the cubes lighting up and floating towards him.

“Hmm? What’s this?” Grabbing the cube he then felt something not unsimilar to getting sucked into the Fenton thermos before it cleared and he was looking at Sam and Tucker again. 

“What the!?”

“Danny?!” Sam and Tucker shouted, looking at the glass windshield of the specter speeder that Danny was now inhabiting.

“Woah, this is weird!”

“Danny, why would you do that! That was so irresponsible! And what are you doing?!”

“Chill out Sam, nothing bad happened and besides, this is pretty cool.”

“Dude, you cut out on us and disappeared without a trace. Not cool. And now you’re?!?!?! Inside the glass of the specter speeder?!?! Did one of your dad’s inventions malfunction or something?”

“Ah, Tuck, don't worry. It was just something in the lair. I’ll be back in a flash.”

“Do you even know how to get out of there?”

“I’ll figure it out. See ya!” Danny said before willing himself back to the weird place with all the cubes. “Man, this is a cool door. It’s definitely going on the map.”

“Curious. We don’t get people in these parts. You’re not even a demon!”

Danny whirled around at the new voice, throwing his fists up and powering an ecto-blast before taking in the stranger. It was a strange creature with a big visible skull with a weird bird tube coming out of one of his eye sockets, horns, sinewy wings, and a big bushy beard wearing a ratty robe and pajamas including a t-shirt that said “Bad Girl Coven” on it.

“Woah! What kind of ghost are you?”

“HA! Oh child, I am not a ghost. This place is a connection between the Demon Realm and the Human realm.”

“Woah! The Demon Realm? Is that like the Infinite Realms?” Danny asked floating closer and coming out of his fighting stance to sit criss-crossed in the air.

“Mmm. In a sense, I suppose it could be compared, yet the Demon Realm is more like earth while this place has a deeper connection to the Infinite Realms as it were.”

“Is this your lair then?”

“Oh, my child I do not have a lair. I just spend time here to watch over my son, King.” Another of the cubes shone and the creature took hold of it and tilted it towards Danny to show him a view from a window of another creature that looked similar to the one in the lair curled up on a couch with a stuffed rabbit and a human girl watching something on a high tech cell phone.

“That’s your son?”

“Yes. He’s grown into quite a sweet child. His adopted family is quite good to him, he ‘loafs’ them a lot. Ha! Bread pun!”

“HA! Is that the best you can ‘dough?’”

“Oh well done, young one! Perhaps you shall one day have to come back and share more bread puns with me.”

“Will do, Mister! Now, uh, how do I actually get out of here?”

“For you, I don’t think it will be too difficult. You should be able to fly back through the waters until you come out how you came in.”

“Thanks! We’ll see you again one day.”

Danny flew down through the water and out the door, closing it behind him before phasing into the specter speeder and heading home with his friends.

Written for @crossoverdanuary day 5: The Owl House

[corvus--rex]

This got a pretty "meh" response on the bird app. Let's see how it does here. This is parts 1 & 2 as of right now

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pt 1

Ever think that the tight clothes, gloves, tiny jacket that does absolutely nothing are because Keith believes he doesn't deserve care, comfort, softness? Lance hadn't, until he really noticed Keith's body language for the first time after the Blade trials. The tightly crossed arms, how he kept himself separated from everyone else even when in the same room, how he always looked ready to bolt at the slightest whisper. He kept everyone at arm's length, reinforcing that distance with sharp-tongued jabs and insults.

It got so much worse after Shiro disappeared. Keith's normally prickly at best exterior had been dipped in venom and no one could stop him from disappearing for hours in Red, scouring space for any sign of his missing brother. Lance couldn't even begin to articulate the relief he felt when it came time to have Black pick a new paladin. He didn't want Keith to be forced into a role he was in no fit state to be in and had already decided that he wanted it to be himself instead. Keith may be an asshole, but Lance cared about that asshole.

Lance reluctantly sat in the pilot's seat, running reverent fingertips over the controls. He wasn't sure how long he sat there, the silence of the cockpit holding the weight of a tomb until he finally let out a shaky breath.

"Hey, Black. I-I know you probably don't want me, but it's only me and Keith left, and I know what Shiro said about him leading the team if anything happened, but…I don't think he can do it, and I know I'm not the best option, but I'd rather it be me than him. He needs time to come back from this. He needs to be taken care of for once, and if this is only way I can do that, if it means I have to lead the team, I'll do it. I know I'm not as smart as Pidge or Hunk, but I'm stubborn as fuck and I'll get there. Just, please, let me take this on so he doesn't have to."

If the silence had been heavy before, now it was oppressive. Slowly, the weight became pressure, a focused pressure in the back of his mind, silence growing into a whisper. A soft purr rolled through the cockpit as the controls flared to life, filling the space with an ultraviolet glow.

Lance released the breath he'd been holding all at once. "Thanks. I'll give it my best."

He tried to get up, but Black's mental presence pushed him back down, the projected image feeling more real than illusory. He recognized the mechanical angelic wings from when Shiro had last flown the lion, but then the image shifted, a fully formed Voltron taking up his field of vision with similar but much larger wings. The feeling he got from Black was one of reassurance and a hint of things to come. With another soft rumble, the mental pressure dissipated, and Lance stood, Blacks head lowering as he walked down the ramp to the collective shouts and cheers from the team.

Lance couldn't help but notice one voice missing. Keith stood leaning against the wall but instead of the closed-off posture he almost always adopted, his arms hung limply at his sides, the shock on his face overshadowed by the tears of pure relief threatening to spill over. Lance shot him a small smile, one that said 'it's ok, I got you'. Keith understood, shooting one back in thanks as he wiped the tears away and slipped out without anyone else noticing. Lance watched him go, a realization just as startling as Black accepting him as his paladin hitting with the force of that very lion.

'Oh,'

Lance thought,

'Oh shit.'

He could barely hear the rest of the team over his own heartbeat pounding in his ears.

'I think I'm falling in love with him.'

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pt 2

Lance tried to make the adjustment period as smooth as possible, but they were all dealing with Shiro's loss, all grieving in their own way, although none quite like Keith. He tried to accommodate him as much as possible - Lance knew too well the pain of losing family - but he still needed to run the team through drills, both on the training deck and in space, forming Voltron again and again until he was confident they could do it in the heat of battle, especially with Allura flying Blue.

Outside of training, Lance was having a harder time keeping his newly realized feelings in check. Keith was more closed off than he'd been in a while, so Lance kept an eye on him as best he could, inviting Keith to game and movie nights in the lounge, including him in more conversations during mealtimes, but never pushing, and always respecting the answers he got.

Keith had actually started to relax a bit, accepting invitations when he was up to it sitting alongside the team but not always participating in whatever they were doing that night, letting himself get drawn into conversations even if he wasn't actively adding anything, just listening. Lance was starting to think they were making progress, both as a team and with their healing process, until Thayserix.

They'd lost Lotor in the gas giant, and Lance had to watch as Red took off beyond the shortened range of Black's sensors. He knew Keith couldn't possibly hope to track Lotor through the gas, and landed on a nearby mineral structure to wait.

He couldn't contact the team, and there was nothing to see within visual range, so he was left with only his own thoughts. Lance thought about how he was handling leading the team - he was honestly a little surprised they'd accepted him as Black Paladin, but when Lance brought it up just after training one day Allura had said that Black chose him for a reason, just as all the lions had chosen their Paladins. Both Hunk and Pidge told him that they had been friends for a while, far longer than they'd been in space, he'd been their pilot back when they were a flight crew at the Garrison, and while he may have been a little unhinged, they trusted him then and they still did. Coran echoed all of their sentiments, adding that he understood how hard it was to push forward while so far from home and that he was genuinely proud of Lance for continuing on in spite of everything. Lance nearly broke down in front of the whole team, instead accepting one of Coran's patented Dad Hugs™.

What Keith had said surprised him. He'd gotten pulled into what became the group hug with Coran on Lance's other side, and when they broke apart, he'd said quietly, for Lance only, "Shiro trusted you. He'd be happy it was you to fly Black. I trust you too. Black picked you and I'm happy he did. You're a better leader than I could be."

The soft, /shy/ look on Keith's face made Lance's brain short-circuit. He scrambled to come up with something, anything, even remotely coherent as he watched Keith walk out with the rest of the team.

The only thought that came to mind was 'How dare he be that cute?' Lance froze. 'Oh I am so fucked.'