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arcanarubinaito · 6 months

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What are your thoughts on how an extroverted, confident, energetic MC would be with Muriel as an LI? (🪶)

Thank you for the ask, Feather Anon! I’ve been itching to do some creative writing outside of my story, so I hope you don’t mind that I’m writing this more like a short story/narrative style post.

Summary:

You command the room when you walk in, and everyone takes notice. He loves that about you; being riddled with constant social anxiety himself, it’s nothing short of a relief for Muriel to see that you don’t have to deal with it yourself. (Besides, it doesn’t hurt that it takes the attention off of him.)

He’s just worried that you’ll feel isolated and alone if you move in with him.

It’s exactly a month after the defeat of Lucio and The Devil, and everyone had gathered to celebrate together in the Rowdy Raven. He tries to stick to a corner in the back, but he is far too large and conspicuous to avoid the attention for long. Some people stare, others are braver and approach him to exchange a few words and express thanks. Muriel wants nothing more than to melt into a puddle. He appreciates not being looked at like he was still the Scourge, thankful that people weren’t afraid of him anymore. But the only reason he was here was to see you. You had been busy helping with repairs in the city while Muriel helped those still lingering in the camp outside his home, and hadn’t had much time to really talk or interact for the past week.

“You all didn’t start without me now, did you?” Your voice rings out as you stride in, and Muriel slumps back against the wall with relief. He watches some of the crowd clamor to get your attention as Julian passes you a beer stein, giving him room to breathe.

You look a little tired, he notices, but your face is practically glowing. Your eyes meet across the room and you light up even further, drawing a slight smile from Muriel’s otherwise stoic expression. He loves your smile. Immediately you chug your drink and begin pushing through the crowd, exchanging short words with a few other people before you finally reach him. He doesn’t even have the time to say ‘hello’ before you throw your arms around him in a tight hug that he quickly returns.

“God, I missed you so much.” You groan, tilting your head back to look up at him. Muriel lifts his hand, cradling your face gently in his large palm as he dips down to kiss your forehead—silently telling you he missed you just as much. “I didn’t have any time to visit this week and it was killing me, actually.” You stretch up on your toes and loop your arms around his neck, filling him in on all the little things he’d missed. Stuffy nobles complaining that they weren’t getting their homes repaired sooner, and Nadia putting them in their place. Helping Portia and the other kitchen staff with preparing food for all the displaced citizens. Julian and Asra, busy with healing and helping reunite separated families and friends.

He listens to you ramble on with a soft smile, and follows as you take his arm and lead him to the bar. “—but now I think I’ll have a lot of down time, which means I can spend more time with you.” Muriel’s smile widens a little more at that, and he can feel his face warm up when you shoot him a wink. Yeah, he knows what that means all too well. “Hey Lavinia, let’s get a round of black mead for everyone!” You call across the bar, knocking your hand against the wood loudly. “And put it on Jules’ tab!”

“Wait what—?”

A short laugh breaks past Muriel’s lips at Julian’s indignant squawk, and he catches a shit-eating grin plastered over your face as you settle onto one of the stools. Two mugs of the dark liquor slide across the bar towards you both, Muriel putting his hand out to gently stop them before they fall off and passing one to you. “What did he do to deserve that?” He asks, amused. You hide your smirk with your mug.

“Nothing.” You rest your chin in one hand. “I’ll pay it off myself, his reaction is just funny.”

“That’s a little mean.”

“It is a little mean, yeah.” You laugh, eyes glittering with mirth. The firelight reflects like spots of amber in your eyes, and he’s reminded of that first night. Your worried face and gentle hands cast in the soft glow of the fireplace, and the begrudging step he had taken to trust you just a little. The best decision he’s ever made, really. Muriel reaches forward to brush some stray hairs out of your eyes without thinking.

A few ‘awww’s scattered from the crowd made him flinch and quickly withdraw, his face hot with embarrassment. Muriel hides his burning face with a quick swig from the wooden mug in his hand and turns his back to the crowd quickly. He had been so swept up in the moment that he forgot you both weren’t alone, and many pairs of eyes were on you at any given moment.

Your hand touches the side of his face lightly, reassuring and gentle. Grounding him for a little longer and soothing that surge of anxiety and embarrassment. His eyes flicker in your direction again briefly before he roots his stare on the mug in his hands again. “You want to head back early?” You suggest softly. Muriel lowers his mug. He wants to say yes; he’s by far had his fill of socializing today and just wants to wind down somewhere quiet and familiar. But he hesitates. You only just got here, and he knows how much you enjoy these gatherings. You thrive off of social interactions, would it be selfish for him to ask you to leave so soon?

“We don’t have to.” Muriel finally says, begrudgingly, forcing himself to look back up at you. He can stick it out a little while longer for your sake, just as you’ve done for him before. It’s loud and crowded and his anxiety is already going haywire, and god his head is starting to hurt too. But he can suck it up.

“I really don’t mind going home if you need to.” You reply. He watches your eyes drift past him, your hand waving off someone behind him quickly before your gaze returns to meet his. “I know this isn’t exactly where you’re most comfortable.” That was an understatement if Muriel had ever heard one.

Wait. Go back. Did you say ‘home?’

Gently, you pull him away from the bar, guiding him through the swirling crowd towards the back door. He reaches out to push it open for you, his fingertips lingering on the wood for only a moment before you whisk him down the alleyway to a more secluded spot, away from prying eyes. His eyes widen a little, and he lifts his hand to curl it over the one you cup his cheek with. “You said ‘home.’” Muriel breathes out. Your face softens a little, a smile creeping up on your lips.

You’ve hidden yourselves among some crates stacked up between the buildings, a nearby street lamp casting your faces into wild shadows. “Yeah, I did.” You confirm, moving your hand so that your fingers are twined together now. You dip your head down, kissing the tops of his knuckles with a sweet brush of your lips that sends a jolt of electricity through Muriel’s body. “I’d like to move in with you—if you want, I mean.” You add on quickly.

Muriel’s heart hammers in his chest. “What about the shop?” He asks, his voice a little more breathless than he would’ve liked.

“The shop is a little bit crowded these days—” Right, Julian had moved in. Muriel tries (and fails) to resist the urge to make a face at the thought of the doctor living with Asra. “—and I’m not exactly selling anything right now either.” You continue, tilting your head to the side just a little. “And it’s so far from your place.”

“My place is also far from everything else.” He points out quietly. Muriel wants nothing more than for you to move in with him, to make that little hut feel more like a little home. But would it be too far from Vesuvia, and all your friends? Would you be happy, or would you start to feel isolated and alone?

“I know.” You guide him out of his thoughts with a soft voice and a gentle squeeze of his hand. “And I’m okay with that.” He searches your gaze, finding only love and warmth, and that gleam of pure conviction he knows so well. His shoulders relax just a little bit and his thumb rubs along the back of your hand idly while he listens. “It isn’t really all that long of a walk to get to the city. It just feels… It just feels too far from you.” You smile up at him and he practically melts, lips twitching up into a faint smile.

“I want you to be happy.” Muriel confesses softly. He brings his other hand up to envelope yours in his large and calloused palm.

“And I’m happy whenever I’m with you.” You stretch up on your toes, and he leans down just a little to meet you halfway, stealing a soft and sweet kiss—thankfully, without anyone around to see. Muriel sneaks a glance around just to double check before he wraps his arms around you and pulls you in closer, one steady hand at your waist and the fingers of his other twined gently through your hair. He can feel your hands rest against his chest for a moment before you reach up to hold his face in your ever-gentle hands.

He pulls away just slightly, your warm breath mingling with his against the cool night air. “I love you.” Muriel murmurs, and the corners of his eyes crinkle with a smile. He moves his hand to brush an errant lock of hair out of your eyes, studying them. Muriel wasn’t one for eye contact, but it was so easy for him to get lost in your eyes. They always reflected the light so beautifully, and tonight was no exception; the light of the street lamp mingled with the moonlight, casting your eyes in a contrast of gold and silver.

“I love you too.” You murmur. Your thumb lightly brushes along his cheek and traces along his scar tenderly, sending a soft shiver down his spine. Muriel shifts, his lips meeting the spot just between your eyebrows before he pulls away, his hands resting on your waist. You tilt your head back a little to look up at him, letting your hands settle back on his shoulders before sliding them down his arms and resting them against his biceps, just above his elbows.

“… yeah. I think I’d like to go home now.” He murmurs, finally answering your question from before. Your smile widens a little and you take hold of his hand as you both finally pull away from where you were hidden and start to walk down the street.

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poetthewriter · 5 months

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HAII the one and only baby girl here

imma send this ask again bc i sent it on my laotop and I literally never have any of my asks go through on my laptop so

i was wondering if you could write vamp!mumbo and a winged reader where reader like uses their wings to protect mumbo from the sun:0

ALSO HAI WELCOME MOONY ANON

Hope ur doing well :3

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Feather! im so sorry if this is bad and or short i hope its okay<3

VampireMumbo x GnWingedReader

Sunburned

You two sit in the entrance of your home putting on shoes, Mumbo puts on his fancy dress shoes well you put on your own, you silently laugh as you see his shoes wondering why you love is always so dressed up even in this hot weather.

You would think that being a vampire is hard enough not being able to be In the blistering sun but wearing something so hot in this weather makes you think you fallen for a mad man.

Finishing the laces on your shoe you and Mumbo walk out the door and you follow along skipping up behind to catch up with him, a black umbrella rests atop his shoulder and covers his skin, a shadow falls down covering his figure that smiles down at you.

Scars litter your boyfriends hand from all the times he accidentally let himself be hit by the sun, a red tint finds its self on the newer slaps of the sun and a calmer brown rests on the old.

The two of you chat hand in hand deciding where you need to go for what items and any other options and ideas come to mind but something seems to not like your voices. The wind howls as it gets stronger, the once hot air chills at it hit the two of you back, although the heat settles down the sun still blisters down on you and not so lucky for Mumbo the wind doesn’t seem to like him.

As the bursts of air pounce down on you and Mumbo his umbrella fly's out of his grip, as soon as his cover goes flying his skin reacts, yelps and the sound of sizzling are all you can hear, it feels like everything is in slow-motion. you act quick and rip open you wings hovering them over mumbo, he's doubled over skin burnt and different groans and yaps are heard from him.

you swoop down and pick him up gently with encouraging words, praise well as worried remarks like asking if he is okay and for him to hold on. with the amount of pain he is in he can hardly respond so you carry him surrounding your wings around his fragile body well sprinting back to the house.

skirring around you search and trash the house, Mumbo lays in bed and jolts around at the feeling of pain, ointments, creams, aloe, pills and water all lay around as you franticly try to calm him down, thrashing and throwing you grab Mumbo's non burned cheeks and force him to look at you, you look in his eyes and slowly kiss him as his eyes start to water.

you break from the kiss and beg him to stay still and he tries his best as he holds himself back from crying and yelling. you slowly tilt the water at Mumbo's lips so that he can swallow a pill for the pain, and he chugs it all some water slipping down twitching lips, his lips are not the only thing twitching any more, as you apply the creams and ointments he moves around even till you put the bandages on.

after applying the substances you sit next to the bed holding one to his unburnt finger humming and having a one sided conversation. he slowly drifts off to sleep and the tears stop falling, you sigh out after not realizing you have been holding your breath, you shutter slightly and Mumbo's movements but decide to get up and laydown on the other side of the bed after turning off all the heat.

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its been a few days since the burning and Zed came over and took mumbo to his place to heal him with some remittees that he made, you haven't been able to talk to him for a few days and it was taking a toll on you seeing your love in so much pain haunted you, you sit on the couch with your hands holding up your hand and a knock bangs through the house, you assume its zed coming to report or a hermit coming to check in but it better then any of those, Mumbo stand at the front door with a new umbrella in his hand and a healed body>

You don't run to mumbo scared you still might hurt him but when he gently smiles at you, you cant help your self, you walk over and hold his tired face. you look at him with sorrow filled eyes and he only has one response and that is to kiss you, you feel his lips on yours and all of you angst and sadness washes away in to the air. looking at him he looks and smiles at you as you continue to stroke his cheek....

"You stupid bat...." you say with quite voice and pull him in as if you will never let go.

#hermitcraft x reader #mcyt x reader #hermit x reader #hermitcraft fanfic #mumbo jumbo #mumbo x reader #mumbo jumbo x reader

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ohbo-ohno · 8 months

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i know we're all on the serial killer au rn (which... god. yeah. fuckin hell. i have nothing to add its so immaculate) but my brain is still lingering on puppyboy soap and punishments. and reader being made to watch his more brutal punishments... what do u think those punishments are? bc we know johnny is like the biggest masochist ever and the only way to really punish him is to deny him of pleasure. so how does simon manage other punishments knowing he's probably just going to enjoy them?

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feather!!!! the prodigal horny son returns!!!

Not doing as much x reader stuff for this one! I think that version of Johnny is like impossible to punish because he’s so horny all the time so I’m gonna have some fun with another version of Johnny that has some actual humility and can in fact be punished

Also if anyone is interested: wrote more of ghost being very mean to soap here and here

Two words: Public. Humiliation. Fastest way to get Johnny teary and desperate is to fuck with him in public.

Ghost will fuck him in an unlocked room, hold Johnny’s jaw open so he can’t block his wails and moans. Doesn’t let him cum, leaves him there with his pants down for anyone to see - or use :(

Gropes him beneath a table for everyone around to see, rubs his cock and balls, gets poor Johnny all whiney and shifty. Makes him lean his full weight into Ghost, looks up at him with desperate puppy dog eyes, can’t stand to look anywhere else because he doesn’t want to know if anyone else is looking

Pins him against the mirror in the gym. Slips a hand down his shorts and jacks him off, doesn’t bother to weight for people to leave. Just gets him off right there, makes him paint the inside of his shorts and doesn’t let him change, makes him keep working out all messy

Has Soap shower with a cock cage on. Makes him shower at one of the busiest times, gives him an itty bitty little towel so he’s got nothing to hide behind. Does wonders for Johnny’s ego problem

Makes him wear a tail plug all day. Leaves poor Johnny with an awkward shape in the back of his pants, spends all day horrified at the thought of someone else knowing what he’s wearing. Ghost will do anything he needs to to remind him he’s a puppy though <3

He’d also love denial as a punishment with Johnny. Refuses to fuck him, just thrusts between his thighs (makes him squeeze them real tight for him) until he gets off, paints Johnny’s swollen balls with his cum. Flops into his back with a big, satisfied sigh and ignores the whining mutt next to him

Locks him in a cock cage and milks his prostate. Gets Johnny’s balls nice and empty but doesn’t let him quite finish, leaves him sobbing and miserable. Simon makes him lick his mess up, then locks him in the cage for the night so he doesn’t have to deal with his humping. Falls asleep to his sniffles and cries

Also - beatings for sure. Simon tears Johnny’s ass to shreds. Even as a masochist, Johnny’s got a point where it stops being pleasurable (in some universes at least lol) and Ghost is more than willing to go past that point. Beats him black and fucking blue, totally has one of those paddles with a word engraved on it - maybe one with Simon and one with Bitch or something, just to really ham home what Johnny is

Could see him caning the bottom of Johnny’s feet if he refuses to crawl :( Puppy wanted to stand like a person so bad yesterday, now he can’t put any pressure on his feet at all without sobbing. Poor thing. Just crawls along behind Ghost like a good dog should

#feeling deranged #asks and answers #ghoap #🪶 anon #bo writes

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kazscrows · 1 year

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Six of Crows Reread 🪶

Chapter 39: Inej

Inej’s heart careened against her ribs. On the aerial swings, there was a moment when you let go of one and reached for the next, when you realised you’d made a mistake and you no longer felt weightless, when you simply started to fall…

She’s getting dragged back into the prison…

Oh no oh no oh n—

Yeah Inej! Break that guys nose!!

And yay Jesper and Wylan!

It was all part of the plan

Sort of…

Jesper snatched the choker from Inej’s hand, mouth agape. “Kaz said we needed a diamond. He didn’t tell you to steal Heleen Van Houden’s diamonds!”

Oh lmao I forgot Heleen had a last name

There were plenty of other diamonds she could have stolen for their purposes and other trouble she could have made to attract the guards’ attention. But it was Heleen she’d wanted to dupe. For all the secrets she’d gathered and documents she’d stolen and violence she’d done, it was Heleen Van Houden she’d needed to best.

I still can’t believe they just killed Heleen off in the show like.. what the heck??

Inej needs to be the one to best this awful woman—

During the scuffle in the rotunda, Inej had made sure that she was too focused on being choked to worry about being robbed.

Inej your Kaz-ness is showing

The best way to steal a man’s wallet is to tell him you’re stealing his watch

The best way to rob Heleen is to try choking her to death—

“Hurry,” Inej said.

“Saying that doesn’t actually make me work faster,” Jesper complained as he concentrated on the stones. “If I just break them down, they’ll lose their molecular structure. They have to be cut, carefully, the edges assembled into a single perfect drill bit. I don’t have the training—”

“Whose fault is that?” put in Wylan, not looking up from his own work.

“Again, not helpful.”

Lmao poor Jes getting bossed around and bullied

Jesper, Wylan and Inej might actually be the most chaotic trio of the bunch

Just. Constant Panic!

So much screaming

Then she was running, her feet light, her silks like feathers. In this moment she didn’t mind them. She’d duped Heleen Van Houden. She’d taken a little piece of her away, a silly symbol, but one she prized. It wasn’t enough – it would never be enough – but it was a beginning. There would be other bawds to trick, slavers to fool. Her silks were feathers, and she was free.

So so proud of her

It was an impossible leap, a mad leap, but she was once again her father’s daughter, unbound by the rules of gravity.

And you know what?

She succeeds

She doesn’t fall, she flys-

Every time Inej thinks about her dad I’m so soft-

Ajzxbnxdsafh

I’m giddy-

Here comes the tank scene—

Inej figures out the guns so fast!

“Prettier than diamonds” Inej thinks as she shatters a massive glass wall with essentially a missile

Destruction is a love language

Inej heard footsteps and clanging as Jesper and Wylan climbed onto the tank. Jesper’s head appeared, hanging down from the dome. “You letting me drive?”

The image of Jesper poking his head in and hanging upside down is really funny to me

I should draw it

Also question-

Would Jesper be good or bad at driving a car?

Does the grishaverse have cars?

“Oh, hello, darling,” he said happily. He pulled another lever, and the armoured wagon seemed to shudder to life around them, belching black smoke. What kind of monster is this? Inej wondered.

“That noise!” she cried.

“That engine!” cackled Jesper.

He’s in love

Wylan has competition

Wylan had scratches from the glass all over his cheeks and neck. He was beaming.

Jesper has introduced him to the thrill of danger and violence—

Wylan clutched his middle, still snorting laughter, and pointed downwards. Trailing behind them was a banner, caught in the tank’s treads. Despite the smears of mud and gunpowder burns, Inej could still make out the words: STRYMAKTFJERDAN. Fjerdan might.

Absolute legends

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#technically it’s still the same day for ten more minutes so I didn’t lie about when I’d post this-#inej ghafa #six of crows #shadow and bone #jesper fahey #wylan van eck #shadow and bone netflix #shadow and bone season 2 #grishaverse #reading #books #leigh bardugo #kazscrows #kazscrowsreadssoc

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masterqwertster · 7 months

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Oooo 🪶 for bells hells??

Prompt I have chatted a little about a Wings AU for a different prompt a while back. Though that brief summary was essentially Ashton only 😅 Anyways, ficlet!

"Are you sure you want me doin' this? I've never helped anyone preen before in my life," Imogen frets, hands hovering over scraggly blue and black and white feathered wings.

"It's quite alright, darling. I can teach you. It's not terribly complicated," Laudna reassures her, feathers rustling as her shoulders drop a bit so she cane peer back up at Imogen.

"Okay. Okay," Imogen breathes out, trying to calm the flutter of her own papery wings.

"I know my wings are quiet a mess, as it's a bit, mmm, difficult to reach everywhere. But I assure you it's really quite simple. You should be able to see that feathers usually lay going a certain direction. Like so," Laudna instructs, one wing folded close so she can run her own fingers along the feathers. "Preening is just nudging feathers back into alignment and knocking out the loose ones. It's a lot like brushing hair, I suppose," she furthers explains, demonstrating.

"Okay, guess I'll just... start?" Imogen hesitates, fingers hovering over feathers.

A breath, two, then she brushes her fingers down the surface of Laudna's wing.

"You'll need to get your fingers in there, darling," Laudna gently prompts. "If the feathers are lose enough for a little petting to knock loose, they'd fall off with movement."

"Right," Imogen mumbles, bringing her hand back up to the top and slowly sinking her fingers into feathers.

It makes her so nervous. This isn't sort of thing people can do with wings like Imogen's. Honestly, it's hard not to be scared of another's touch when you've got fragile bug wings. Sure, her wings are not so easily torn as an actual luna moth's, but they're certainly more delicate than bird's wings like Laudna's. And Laudna is so delicate already, being stuck between life and death.

"You really don't have to do this if you don't want to, darling," Laudna kindly offers as Imogen spends too long hesitating. "I can use Prestidigitation like I normally do. I'm used to not properly preening."

That steels Imogen's resolve. Laudna deserves the world, and while Imogen can't give her the world, she can do a simple task that no one's had the kindness to do for Laudna in far too long.

"No, I've got this," Imogen replies with determination, decisively stroking fingers down, feathers threaded between them.

And she gets to work.

By the time Imogen is done, there's a small pile of feathers on the floor. But, Laudna's wings don't look half as scraggly as they did before. They're still not at the glossy sheen of actual magpie's, but Laudna assures her that's probably just the deadness of her.

"Really, darling, I can't thank you enough. It's been decades since I've been properly preened. It feels wonderful." And her wings give a joyful little flutter.

Imogen just smiles, glad to have given Laudna a bit of the joy and comfort the undead woman brings to her.

#MQ&A #MQ AU machine #laudna #imogen temult #MQfic

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messenger-of-stupidity · 2 years

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Hawks X GN Sad Reader Part Ten

A/n: Still sick, so plenty of time to write and think. And I feel like it’s about fucking time I got this out here. Either way, here. I’m tired. Also we have another character making an appearance in this part. Also I’m kind of proud of myself for just sitting down and rewriting all that I had and finishing it. :D

TW: Cursing, very light fluff, very light angst, depression, hospitals, 13+

Please seek professional help if you even suspect that you are suffering from depression. It will be worth it.

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* 🪶 *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

The doctor had asked you what was the last thing you remembered. And of course you had lied and said what you had done the week prior. Of course, that had earned you a few more days laying in a hospital bed. Whoo hoo.

You traced the vein of the red feather as you turned over onto your side, ignoring the soft drip sound that came from the IV. How could you tell the doctor that the last thing you remembered was the railings of a friend house giving out and you falling two stories to hit the ground. ‘It was a miracle you weren’t dead’ was what they all told you. Bullshit. It was dumb luck. Miracles didn’t even exist.

You removed your hand and watched the red feather give a little twitch, your expression blank. Alrighty then. Did that mean something in particular? You weren’t entirely sure. You sighed and placed the feather under your pillow before rolling onto your back again. You were starting to get stir-crazy and you were sure that the nurses were beginning to notice. You really were trying not to give them any more work than they already had. The last time you had called in a nurse was when you had ripped out your IV after a panic attack. That had been a whole other mess on its own. Which you still felt bad about. You drifted off to sleep once again.

When you awoke you heard two sharp whispering voices.

“I know I know. Just let me check on them. Then you can drag me away again!” That one belonged to Hawks. You were about to peer your eyes open before hearing the second voice. It was unfamiliar and deep. There was a strain and rasp to it that made you wondered what caused it. Some of the rasp was likely natural, but the strain and the rest of it something had caused.

“Why is this random person’s life so important, that you needed to just be here oh so quickly, feathers for brains?” The voice was cruel too. You didn’t like it. Despite the warnings going off in your cloudy head, you opened your eyes and sat up.

“Hawks?” You said softly, causing the hero to spin around to look at you. The other figure put his back to you, a hood covering his head. He obviously didn’t want to see you or be seen by you. Hawks rushed over to you and hesitated a moment before grabbing one of your hands.

“Hey, chickadee. How are you feeling?” You wanted to pull your hand from his. To not be given the false hope that he felt something for you. It had to have been false... right? You shrugged, your eyes flicking over to the other figure that stood in the room.

“I can feel you looking at me. Plus I can see you in the mirror. Featherbrain, if they figure it out you know what I’m going to have to do. For my safety and the league’s.” The voice sounded. Your eyes roamed the room before landing on the mirror that was mentioned. You could see some raven black hair sticking out from the hood but a mask and sunglasses covered the rest of his face that was visible around the hood. Your forehead wrinkled and you looked to Hawks for explanation.

“That’s a long story, chickadee. And not one to ever tell. This is just a friend of mine. He was helping me when I felt you touching the feather.” Hawks excused. The man snorted.

“Wow. You really did give them one of your prized feathers. Why can’t I have one, birdie? Don’t like me as much?”

“You know full well where I stand on the emotional scale when it comes to you.” Hawks growled out. You flinched at the sudden tone change. When he spoke to you, his voice was soft and gentle. Even concerned. But when he spoke to the other man, his voice filled with a cold venom. You didn’t like it. It reminded you too much of someone you’d much rather forget.

You pulled your hand from his.

“Sorry.” You said quietly before clearing your voice. “I was just bored. I won’t do it again.” That had the hooded man turned slightly to look at you. His hoodie had a high neck, so none of his skin was exposed and his hands were shoved deep into the pockets. His pants looked like they were stapled together and dark boots adorned his feet. You quickly averted your gaze from him.

“So you’re saying you dragged me here because this... whoever this is, was fucking bored?” The figure asked. You watched Hawks’ wings bristle and spread slightly as he took a step in front of you and the stranger. If this was a friend of his, like the hero had said, then how come they obviously didn’t act like friends?

Hawks didn’t like this. He was with Dabi when he felt your touch. It seemed off. But mainly where you were and had been everytime he had checked on you for the past five days was the main concern. He turned to his companion as they walked down the street, Dabi in his cheap ‘don’t recognize me’ outfit. He was lucky his voice wasn’t caught on the news or anything, otherwise he would have been arrested. Which would have required a large range of explanation on Hawks’ part. Something he could say.

“Hey, can we make a quick stop?” Hawks asked, keeping his voice calm and nonchalant. He watched Dabi’s head turn and knew that the cold eyes were giving him an incredulous look.

“Are you for real? No, we can’t. There’s a contact I have to meet with, and you’re only here to prove that I can trust you enough to take you to the boss.” Hawks tried not to groan. This mission was going far more slowly then he wanted it to. Dabi had to be someone with trust issues that rivaled Keigo’s own.

“It’ll be quick. And it’s really important.” Hawks replied, stretching out his brilliant wings a little. Dabi lurched away from them.

“No. After we’re done you’re free to do whatever can crap you want. Until then, deal with it yourself.” Hawks grinned at Dabi and looped his arm in his.

“Deal with it myself, eh? Okay then! Let’s go!” And with that, the winged hero took off with Dabi cursing him out the entire way.

When he did manage to get into your hospital room, he let out a relaxed sigh at you sleeping. He had enough nerves right now, showing a weakness in front of Dabi. But his mind twisted it, saying this would help Dabi to trust him if he had something he could use against Hawks. Not that Hawks would ever allow harm to come to you by the League of Villain’s hands. Not on his watch.

“We’re going to be late for the contact, you twit!” Dabi’s voice came out in a harsh whisper. He seemed to know that you were sleeping too, and was making an effort not to wake you. Hawks doubted it came from a place of kindness though. He figured Dabi just didn’t want to be found out. A valid point considering the profession that the fire quirk user engaged in.

“I know I know. Just let me check on them and then you can drag me away again!” Hawks tried to bargain, trying to hide the concern in his voice. He didn’t like the fact that you were in a hospital. These places always made him a bit antsy.

“Why is this random person’s life so important, that you needed to just be here oh so quickly, feathers for brains?” Dabi replied. Hawks held back a snort. He really wasn’t holding back on show how agitated he was getting with the little pit stop. Or maybe he was still made from Hawks just forcing them to fly away. But before Hawks could respond he heard that musical sleepy voice of yours.

“Hawks?”

“I’m sorry.” You said again and your fingers twitched, wanting to go retrieve the feather that was still under your pillow. You turned your head as something red moved in your peripheral. The feather floated into your hands and your held onto it, thankful.

“Yeah. I did. And if you have a problem with it, then you can talk to me about it. Not them.” You could easily hear the defensive tone that added a bite to Hawks’ words. But the air suddenly began to heat up. You swallowed uncomfortably, any words you might say stuck in your throat.

“Watch your fucking tone. I don’t need you. Hell, none of us need you. You sought us out, remember? So you don’t get to make demands. Now fucking move before I burn the building to the ground.” At the threat, and one you had a strong feeling wasn’t an empty one, you moved as far as you could from the two men and clutched the feather and covers on your hospital bed. You watched all of Hawks’ visible muscles tense before he slowly took a step away, golden amber eyes trained on the person that had come with him. The room temperature cooled a little, but you could barely notice as the hooded man approached you and caged you in with his arms.

The smell that surrounded him smelled of nicotine, smoke, and a rotten smell. As if someone had touched a stovetop for a moment too long. You closed your eyes tightly to calm yourself before opening them.

“Listen to me, and listen fucking well. Unless you want to die,” What a funny phrase. Obviously you did. You giggled slightly, causing the man to paused. He straightened up. “Wow, okay then.” He said, confusion lacing in between his words. Hawks let out a sigh.

“Chickadee...” He said gently. You turned your head to look at him.

“Chickadee nothing.” You replied, your voice emotionless. You were tired. You turned your gaze back to the other figure. And you wanted him to leave. “I won’t say anything. As intimidating as you are, I’m really tired.” You said. The hooded man, you were wishing you knew what to call him because referring to him as that was starting to get annoying, crossed his arms over his chest, revealing his hands. Your eyes widened slightly at the staples that held purple scarred skin or something to healthy skin. That was familiar enough to jog your memory of who this was. Before you could say anything, a large wing went in between you and the infamous villain. Why was Hawks with him?

“Great. Let’s just skedaddle then. Come on. I’ll be around later, dove. Stay safe.” Hawks said hurriedly, turning his blond head slightly to make eye contact with you. His eyes begged you not to say anything. You just stared at him before rolling onto your side, feather still in hand.

You didn’t say a goodbye to either of them when they left.

“Tadaima.” Hawks mumbled softly as he entered his home. He let feathers fall to the floor in a large clump before peeling off his jacket and gloves, shirt quickly following. Some different bruises lay scattered over his torso and he kicked off his boots. Heading for the shower, he thought about the look in your eyes when he had made a hurried exit with Dabi. He had seen the recognition flash in your gaze when Dabi had removed his hands from his pockets. The asshole needed to invest in gloves.

But the confusion and mistrust you had looked at him with had his heart wanting to shatter. But his training wouldn’t let it.

He let the water cascade down his form as he thought. There was going to be questions from you. Questions he couldn’t answer. And he had no idea if Dabi knew you recognized him. He hoped for your sake, the villain didn’t. Kami, this was such a mess. A mess he wasn’t sure he knew how to fix. Damn it.

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A/n: Part ten done! Hope you enjoyed! I don’t know why this chapter is the way it is. Also I want to move the story along, and Hawks relationship with you, but at a realistic pace. But I also rush my way into relationships so the advice I’m having to ask my friends about this is making them think I’m trying to enter a relationship when I’m already in one. So that’s going to require a vague explanation because I don’t want them knowing about me posting bullshit.

Either way, hope you enjoyed, please be safe, check out my A03, and until next time!

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