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lord-explosion-baku · 5 years

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Villain!Hawks x reader x (kinda) Dabi

Warnings: blood, mentions of death, mentions of violence, criminal activity, suggestive content

A/N: I guess the first time I write for hawks should be a villain!Hawks request so I can stay On Brand. I hope I did alright lol? Also I did a big goof and wrote this knowing I had something like this in my inbox but forgot that the reader was supposed to be a hero and you wanted this to end with it being smutty. I could either do a part 2 of this or write something different where the hero is a hero and then you know... the smut happens. Lol sorry that I’m a trash monkey. Please enjoy!!

You’d met Hawks when he saved you from getting hit by a bus. Out of character of you, you weren’t looking when the blaring horn caught your attention. You didn’t have time to react and all you could do was close your eyes but before you knew it, arms wrapped around your torso and you were flying above the city.

At first, when you looked up at him, you thought he was an angel because of a particular cast down on his silhouetted figure by the sun. He had to be an angel carrying you to heaven and you mentally cursed yourself for ever doubting an afterlife. You were thankful that your death didn’t hurt, at least, you couldn’t remember being hurt but you took note of the abdominal discomfort you felt with his arms wrapped around you. After taking a second look, you saw the scarlet wings and you recognized your savior as the number two hero.

He left you on a rooftop without sparing you a second glance. You had to catch your breath and reassess what had happened. The hero saved your life and zipped away, probably onto his next conquest. You’d grown up watching All Might who was so chivalrous and probably a little bit too showy but you were enthralled by heroes like him. He had always been the example of what you thought a true hero should act like for most of your life but you figured that era was over and even the top heroes didn’t care too much about acting gallant anymore.

The sun was beating down hard and you wiped at your forehead before trying the door; locked. You turned to the sound of flapping to see Hawks rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly. You were glad he wasn’t too oblivious.

“I’d thank you for saving my life,” you said, “but it looks like you just wanted me to go by a more slow and painful death, baking in the sun like this.”

His lips curled into a wide grin, though you could see a hint of red poking out through his large visors. “I’m not a fan of taking anything too slow, not even murder.”

Oh so he thinks he’s funny. “Well, my my, is Japan’s number two hero telling me he likes to kill people?” You tilted your head and tried to halt your heart from pounding. It was embarrassing to admit but you were actually really nervous to be talking to someone who was basically a celebrity and diving more int to that, you were flirting with him.

“Yikes,” he chuckled. “Looks like my secrets out! I guess I’m left when no other options but to dispose of you.”

You lifted your arms in a mock surrendering shrug. “I suppose it can’t be helped. But I’ve gotta let you know, I’ll probably enjoy it more if you take it slow for me. Consider this my final wish?”

He choked at your suggestive comment, the red of his cheeks growing to a darker shade of crimson. He brushed his fingers through his messy wind driven hair and pulled his visor up to the top of his head. “What did you say your name was?”

You crossed your arms, pondering whether or not you should play more along with the game you two had started and say something like, ‘you know, it’s harder to kill something once you give it a name,’ but you didn’t want him to know that you were that into role play.

“I didn’t say it. But if you must know, it’s Y/N L/N.”

“Y/N, huh,” he was quick to say your name so casually! You didn’t mind too much. You figured, everyone in Japan just called him ‘Hawks.’

“You’re cute,” he offered you a half grin that made your heart skip a beat. “Maybe I’ll spare your life if you thank me properly.”

“Oh? How would I go about thanking you in a way that suits you, Mr. Hawks?” You made a point to emphasize the semi formal title you’ve bestowed onto him.

“Well, Miss Y/N, you can start by letting me take you on a date.”

It was time for your own cheeks to flush and that didn’t go unnoticed by Hawks whose quirked eyebrow and half grin were only adding to your dilemma. You told yourself to stay composed but you couldn’t help your stomach from giving out a nervous flutter. The number two hero was incredibly handsome anyways. What harm could one date do?

You tossed your hair to the side and grinned. “Get me off this roof and I’ll consider it.”

The two of you started dating after that. It had been casual and mostly nice. Hawks didn’t take you to fancy restaurants or get dressed up in anyway. He liked to show you places that had the best view and go on tiny adventures outside of the city, stopping to get food whenever it was convenient if you didn’t pack a lunch for the two of you. You had fun but it always seemed like he was trying to rush things, trying to pack so many good things into one day, as if there was this invisible stopwatch counting the time you two had together down. By the second date he was already trying to put some kind of label on the relationship and it felt wrong so you had to tell him to take it easy which was weird considering how relaxed he seemed all the time.

You hadn’t yet slept together either, not for lack of trying on his end, but there was something about waiting, especially with how flighty Hawks was... you wanted to know if you could trust him before taking that step. Trust came hard to you because of your quirk: See Through. It wasn’t the neatest thing in the world but it was helpful. When your eyes light up you can see through just about any solid surface, the brighter your eyes got, the more layers you could see through. Because of your quirk, you’ve grown to distrust a lot of people; it was surprising how often people betrayed you from just one wall away. Hawks didn’t seem to have any secrets but he seemed to understand that you had your own issues. And it was fine. You two had a good time together. It. Was. Fine.

Until the fateful night that you found out that Hawks was hiding something from you. Something huge. Something you couldn’t unsee. Something you had to pay for.

It was a dismal coincidence. Work had been stressful and the people on the street were too loud and the crowd gave you anxiety so you decided to move through alleyways, using the lights in your eyes to guide you through the darkening night. Halfway through your trek, your eyes fell upon a long red feather. Odd. You picked it up, smiling because it reminded you of your beau and you lovingly drew your fingers along the sharp edge. When some sort of liquid residue coated your hand, you dropped the feather. It had been covered in… blood.

Maybe it was Hawks’s? Maybe he was fighting a villain? Maybe he was hurt? There wasn’t much you could do for him in a lot of situations but if he needed aide then you had to find him immediately. You quickly but cautiously followed a trail speckled with blood until you heard hushed voices around a corner.

And then, you saw him. Catching a glimpse of his wings first, you quickly switched your eye lights off when you saw he was with someone you couldn’t see all that well— a tall man with black spiky hair in a long jacket. They were walking towards a shady and disgusting looking door, with them… a body.

A feeling of dread overcame you and you felt your mouth go dry. The situation didn’t sit right. Still, you couldn’t tear your eyes away from them.

“I think you might’ve actually killed him,” the man said to Hawks, yanking on the limp body.

Hawks… didn’t kill people. Heroes don’t kill people!

“Yeah well, you can’t say he didn’t deserve it. He was a rat.” What the hell? Your heart felt like it turned into ice. You had to cover your mouth to stifle your labored breathing. Your nerves were on fire. What was going on?

“Tsk, so aggressive. Is something frustrating you in your personal life?” The man asked in a demeaning tone.

Neither of them were looking your way and your desperate curiosity go the better of you. Using your quirk, you saw through the wall of the building they were approaching. Inside sat crates with loads of packaged product of some sort and about seven sketchy people standing around, few of their faces you’ve seen on the news as people of interests… this wasn’t wrong.

“What are you, my therapist?”

“Don’t tell me it’s the girl,” the man chuckled and your ears perked. “You’re frustrated sexually because that girl won’t let you jump her bones and you’re taking out those frustrations on low lives. Though I’m liking this side of you, might I suggest being more… assertive? She’s probably waiting for you to lose your shit and dominate her. Women like to be controlled.”

Your blood boiled. What an arrogant and vile man!

Hawks turned to scowl back at him. “Dabi, I don’t need you to be giving me-…” you had forgotten about your glowing eyes and Hawks’s rich, brown, kind ones met yours, “relationship advice…”

The strange man, Dabi followed Hawks’s gaze and looked right at you. You took in his unusual appearance, dark, severely burned looking skin stables over regular pasty looking skin. His facial piercings glinted from the light in your eyes. You blinked away your light and froze, unable to think quickly enough about what you should do in this situation. This was… terrible.

“Looks like we’re not alone,” Dabi murmured to Hawks and made a coaxing gesture towards you. “C’mere, alleycat. Wanna play?”

“Y/N…” Hawks took a step in your direction and you took a step back, around the corner. Before you knew it, your feet were moving. You sprinted through the alleyways in search for the street, favoring the noise, the faces, the people far more than what you had just witnessed. You had to get help. You had to get somewhere safe. You had witnessed a crime, a crime that you witnessed a crime hero commit, and he knew who you were. He knew how to find you. You weren’t safe. You needed to get out!

But Hawks was fast.

The terrible sound of flapping wings that you had previously grown fond of now made your stomach churn. From above, he shot down, sliding to his knees before his giant crimson wings spread out in front of you, blocking you from a quick escape. His eyes locked with yours.

“Hey!” He said, upbeat as ever. But his friendly smile did not match the sharp look into his eyes, nor his cautious, watchful movements. “I didn’t expect to be seeing you tonight! I can’t say I’m not happy but uhh this is a bit of a surprise!”

You slid back. “H-hh,” Christ, you couldn’t even say his name. You shook your head and bolted in the other direction, only to slam into his new special friend.

“That’s cute, you’re scared,” Dabi smirked as he grabbed your struggling wrists, “don’t you know that you should be running into the hero’s arms?” His eyes traveled down your body and his grin grew wider. “It’s really cute actually.”

“Let me go!” You bellowed at him, kicking your feet around. You dared to look into his dangerous turquoise eyes and snarled, “I’ll scream!”

Dabi chuckled, “oh, I hope you do…”

You huffed before taking in a lot of air and opening your mouth to prepare to let out an ear shattering screech but before you could, Hawks’s gloved hand wrapped around your mouth. “Ssshhhshh, Y/N, don’t be scared. Dabi’s not gonna hurt you!”

Dabi quirked an eyebrow at Hawks. “I’m not?”

“No,” Hawks growled back, “he’s not! Let her go, man.”

Dabi scoffed and released your wrists which you ripped to your sides. Hawks pulled your closer to him, his hands leaving your mouth to spin you around. “Are you okay?”

Of course you weren’t okay. You were freaking the fuck out, cornered in an alley by two… by two villains. By the guy you were dating!! “Just let me go,” you pleaded. “I’m not… I won’t tell a soul what I saw- I just want to go home, Hawks.”

“What did you see?” His voice was soft and he reached out for your cheek butnyou shied away. You couldn’t meet his eyes. You didn’t know exactly how much trouble you were in or what Hawks would end up doing to you when he knew that he had maybe killed a man and he was working with… black market dealers?? But your silence said everything. “Too much then, yeah?”

“I can’t believe you,” you spat. “You told me that I could trust you! You told me I had nothing to worry about! But Jesus, Hawks, you’re a criminal!”

“Hey, come on, level with me here. I’m still me, I’m still Hawks. I just have… a few more jobs than I let on but to be fair, you never asked and I never lied to you! You just need to calm down right now, okay? I’m gonna be honest, if those other guys knew what you saw, they’d kill you, Y/N. We can’t let that kinda information get out, right?”

Your eyes widened. We? So he was really apart of whatever the hell you just witnessed. He wasn’t a hero at all. “Are… um,” you tried to swallow but your dry throat wouldn’t let you. The man before you recently assaulted someone else. Who’s to say he wouldn’t do the same thing to you? “Are you going to kill me?”

“Baby, of course not! I could never hurt you! You’ll always be safe when you’re with me, I promise! I saved you, remember that? Maybe three times now!”

Dabi scoffed from behind you. “Since when did you start calling her ‘baby’?”

He had done it only a few times before which you’d shoot down immediately. Pet names were for people who were in a relationship and you told him that him calling you ‘baby,’ was like a way of forcing you into one without realizing it. But he was in control of this situation and you weren’t in any position to be objecting.

Hawks narrowed his eyes and pursed his lips. “This could be a good thing! I don’t have to keep this secret from you and I’m sure, no, positive we’ll be spending a lot more time together because of it. I’ve been thinking long and hard about it for awhile now. I like you, Y/N, I really like you. Since that day on the rooftop, I knew you’d be special. You’re so fiesty and forthright and, well, I’m willing to give a proper relationship a go.”

He was speaking to you as if he hadn’t been pressuring you into a relationship with him for weeks already. Whether he was acting that way to impress this new friend, Dabi, or for the sake of actually saving you from a not so pleasant situation didn’t matter. He had you right where he wanted.

A dark shadow crossed his eyes and he gave you a wild look that you hadn’t seen before. It was seriously off-putting. “That is… if you are also willing.”

“Willing…?”

“I think we’ll be so good together, don’t you? Whadya say? Be my girl? Be my baby?”

You’ve consumed enough media to know that you had be subservient in these types of situations. Be compliant until you know you’re safe. “Okay,” you sighed. “I’ll… be your baby…”

Hawks’s wings twitched with excitement and his shoulders relaxed while he gave you a genuine and relieved smile. “I’m so glad,” he said, “so… Does my baby want a kiss?”

Dabi poked his head around your shoulder, “from who?”

You yipped and hopped closer to Hawks who took that as an opportunity to put his hand on the small of your back.

“So jumpy this one,” Dabi snickered.

“I kinda like it,” Hawks cooed, wrapping his wings around you so you were shielded from Dabi. “I didn’t know you had a vulnerable side to you. This is gonna be a lot of fun. Now…”

He nuzzled his scruffy face against your cheek, a tickling sensation you’ve learned to enjoy. You let your body grow goosebumps and closed your eyes, allowing your head to roll into his. There really wasn’t anything you could do about it and Hawks knew it.

He pulled away and brushed your hair out of your face before gripping your chin between his index finger and thumb.

“Give us a kiss.”

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itsswansecrets · 7 years

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Howling Wolf, Ouat, Ruby/Mulan

Title: Howling Wolf

Fandom: Once Upon A Time

Pairing: Ruby/Mulan

Rating: PG-13

Word Count: 1463

Note: The was written for the Ruby Lucas Femslash Week 2017 Prompts “Mulan Rouge” and “First Encounters”

Summary: Burlesque Club AU, while Ruby tends bar a new performer takes to the stage

Ruby hadn’t had the chance to meet the new girl yet, she hadn’t even seen a picture. She imagined though that she’d be nervous. Having her debut on a Friday night was certainly a trial by fire. The crowd were usually friendly enough but they knew what they liked and they didn’t take well to performers that didn’t meet the standards they were accustomed to.

Ruby Lucas generally enjoyed her work as a bartender at the Howling Wolf club. The club was styled like a 1920’s jazz club but with a more modern edge to its décor. There were various areas for lounging and eating. The main area of the club was a large stage with circular tables of various sizes arranged in the space front of it.

Almost every table was full. The MC, David Nolan, was warming up the crowd with a few jokes and a rundown of the upcoming entertainment. A few of the regular acts got cheers when they were mentioned, the loudest was, as usual, for the headline act Regina Mills.

The bar got busier, people wanted to get their drinks before the show started. Most patrons took advantage of the table service so while Ruby did deal with some customers most of her interactions were with smartly dressed waiters and waitresses.

David introduced the first act: Belle. The crowd applauded, getting louder as Belle came onto the stage. She was wearing a magnificent yellow ballgown. The band played soft music, soaring strings and tinkling piano. Music that seemed to speak about tales as old as time.

Ruby was busy making drinks and missed most of Belle’s performance, but she had seen it many times before. Belle was the stage name of Lacey French. Her act was a very classy, very elegant strip tease. She took off her white gloves first. Then her dress to reveal beautiful blue lingerie. Ruby looked over at the stage while Belle was dancing in her underwear.

Ruby and Lacey had, for a while, had a friends-with-benefits arrangement. A few weeks ago however Lacey had started dating the owner of the club, Adam Gold. Watching Lacey dance made her hope that the relationship wouldn’t last too long. She was missing their nights of fun. Though if it lasted much longer Ruby was going to need to find a new playmate. There was only so long she could go with pleasure coming only by her own hand.

One of the waiters interrupted her reminiscing with a drinks order. A few more orders came in quick succession and by the time Ruby had a moment to look at the stage again Belle was bowing to the appreciative audience. The Howling Wolf wasn’t a full on nude strip club. The emphasis was very much on the tease part of strip tease. Belle took her leave from the stage still wearing her panties and pasties that mostly covered her breasts.

At one of the tables at the front Ruby saw Mr Gold. With Belle’s performance done he turned to his companions, no doubt the three gentlemen at his table were business associates of some kind. Mr Gold was a man with a great many business interests and, if the rumours were true, not all of them were 100% legal. Ruby definitely got the vibe the men he was with tonight were shady.

The second act, introduced again by David, was a tap dancing trio. They were good, but Ruby wasn’t a fan, tap wasn’t really her thing.

Once they’d clickity-clacked their hearts out they took their applause and left the stage.

David returned to center stage and spoke into his microphone while a couple of stage hands set up for the next act in the background. “Weren’t they swell?” he let the clapping die down. “Now next we have quite the treat for you. A brand new act, making her grand debut in the Howling Wolf club on this very stage. She’s entertained crowds from London to Rome to New York City and tonight she is here to entertain you. Please give a proper Howling Wolf welcome to...Ping!”

The crowd gave an enthusiastic cheer, a few gave wolf howls that were common for some of the regulars to make.

The music started: A slightly off-key piano being played as if to accompany an old silent movie. The audience quietened down a bit. The stage was set with a simple wooden bench and an art deco style lamppost.

Ruby finished mixing a cocktail and set it on the bar, Kasey, one of the waitresses, set the drink on a tray and headed over to the table that had ordered it. Ruby looked to the stage. Just as she was wondering if the new girl had gotten stage fright a figure strode out.

It was a man. He was Asian and wearing a kind of Charlie Chaplin-esque suit. The dark trousers were loose. The black shoes were polished to a shine but oversized, to the point where they were not far off being clownish. His dark jacket was fitted and buttoned over a slim frame. He wore a bowler hat, had thick eyebrows and a moustache. He had a black umbrella hooked over one elbow and a confident swagger to his steps.

Ruby frowned. It was meant to be the new girl, David had announced her. Maybe there’d been a mix up backstage, but there wasn’t a new guy and...

The penny dropped. The guy was the new girl. She watched her. Her look and her movements were decidedly masculine.

‘Ping’ jaunted to the bench, every step seemed casual but was timed with the music. Ping sat on the bench and took out a newspaper that had been tucked under it.

Ruby watched as Ping went through a really fun slapstick routine. The crowd quickly warmed to the newcomer, laughing and cheering. ‘Ping’ was utterly convincing as a man, from look to body language.

Ruby’s enjoyment was interrupted by a big drinks order.

By the time she could focus on the stage again the music had shifted. It was still jaunty, but with a little more bite to it. Ping had taken off her suit jacket and laid it neatly on the bench. She was wearing a pristine white shirt and a lilac tie.

She danced, twirling the umbrella, and soon the hat came off and she shook free dark shoulder length dark hair. Ruby realised that as she removed her masculine dress she was also changing the way she moved, becoming more graceful.

The performance went on until she was left wearing only white pasties over her nipples and a pair of black boxer shorts. Aside from a bulge in the front of her boxers she was now all female in appearance and mannerisms. She’d even peeled off the moustache and thick eyebrows, and in Ruby's opinion she was pretty cute.

She left the stage to a standing ovation, a great reaction for a first timer.

Ruby joined the applause. She was looking forward to meeting the new girl properly.

Ruby had a break about forty-five minutes after Ping’s performance. She headed though the staff corridor backstage and along to the dressing rooms.

Only Regina had her own private dressing room. Ruby knew she was scheduled to perform one of her more famous routines, The Evil Queen, so was no doubt in the process of squeezing into a dress that made a stupendous display of her cleavage.

The main dressing room was an open plan space. One wall was lined with mirrors and dressing tables. There were partitioned areas for a bit of privacy when changing but everyone was pretty comfortable with nudity. This was a burlesque show after all. Through a door at the back there was shower room with individual cubicles.

When Ruby walked into the dressing room it took her a few moments to spot the new girl.

She was talking with one of the backing dancers that would be going on stage with Regina later. She was wearing blue jeans and a tight white t-shirt that, contrasting with her stage outfit, showed her womanly curves.

Ruby hesitated.

The new girl wasn’t just cute. She was smokin' hot.

Ruby went over and introduced herself.

“I’m Mulan,” the new girl smiled and offered her hand.

Ruby shook it, their eyes met and Ruby couldn’t help thinking about the fact she needed a new friend-with-benefits.

“I loved your show,” Ruby said, their eyes still locked.

“Thanks,” Mulan didn’t look away and she still had a smile on her lips. She looked Ruby down and up. "Are you performing tonight?"

"Oh, no, I work at the bar."

Mulan looked her over again. "That’s a shame."

Their eyes locked again.

Ruby was glad the attraction seemed to be mutual.

#rlfw 2017 #ruby/mulan #prompt: first encounters #mulan rouge #red warrior #femslash #my fic

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