#so im finally gonna fucking read call down the hawk

[starcloud-nova]

omg bestie u read trc!!? tell me ur thoughts!! or not <33 i hope ure well <33

MOON HI omg i missed u how are you

YEAH yeah i finished call down the hawk like two days ago it was so ugh like UGH. im gonna have to find mi somewhere bc idk how i'll be able to wait until school starts back up. it's been like sooo hard for me to read books lately so it took me like a month to get through all of them minus blue lily which was my favorite and took a week but i still loved these shits so much.

favorite characters were like. gansey because he's gansey but also NOAH 💖💖💖💖💖 noah was soooo fucking. i love that kid so much and i'm so sad we'll never get to see what he was like before he died :(. noah also continually reminded me of @ aries so much and that's part of why i loved his character so much. he was so much like aries. ily aries.

my fave book was blue lily, lily blue. god blue lily was so good i loved every bit of it but the raven king !!! fuck shit that was some goooood horror like damn i wish there was more horror in novels like that i absolutely died at That One Scene with adam. henry was also a welcome change in pace from the chaos of the rest of the characters. i didn’t like him in bllb but he’s better now <3

let me tell you the books were naaaaawt at all what i expected because mostly i knew them as Those Gay Books that tumblr liked or maybe it was just this one blogger who liked them so anyways i was surprised at the plot. like. psychics :0 magic :00 not what i thought it would be. also the person i followed really liked gansey and adam and ronan and so when i read the summary of the raven boys i was like surprised that there was this random chick named blue. shocked, even. who was she.

they were incredible books tho i'll admit like genuinely would have me hooked if i could stand reading for longer than an hour at a time. like the plot was so well written and worldbuilding was so amazing and the characters were all so mwah mwah blorbo. it's only been like 6 months since i started book 1 (im pretty sure it was late december) i feel so nostalgic for the early days :). stupid fucking gansey with his stupid fucking notebook, ronan who had chronic “im obnoxious" disease. adam and his whole thing:(.

i find it so kind of funny sad how ronan and adam and like. and he. and. him punching adams dad like that was whew. also spent the entire book in distress that adam was sticking around so that he could ask glendower for the favor. :(((like that broke my heart ADAM YOURE STRONGER THAN THIS I SWEAR YOU CAN DO IT you are capable of great things babey:((((((.

as for book two. hmmmm. hmmmmm. im forced to admit i didn’t like the dream thieves as much. not that it was a bad book it was a great book but adam was like having a mental breakdown and so he was being mean to everyone and then ronan was taking drugs like candy under kavinsky’s supervision and that also made me sad. to quote myself “i always want more complex characters and storylines with realistic trauma and reactions until my favorite character is mean” snsjdjdnd. mr gray was like 🔫🔫🔫 i didn’t like him but then he was redeemed i suppose. he’s aight, esp with how he protected the kids in later books.

when i was reading i liveblogged in kestrel's server because @littlebluejane had read the books before me and provided excellent reactions to my reactions. was reading out of a paper book so i have like several pictures of pages of the best lines and ouch it hurts so bad. like the dynamic between blue and ronan was so good :(((asshole who cares and asshole who doesn't. the “wrong demon" line from when adam and ronan were driving around town haunts me to this day, and then blue and noah <333 they were in love but platonically.

[SPEAKING OF NOAH when i finally connected the dots in book four and got to the scene where NOAH is the one telling gansey that glendower saved him i lost my god damn mother fucking mind. like holy shit. HUHH. i will never recover. ever ever.]

i would mention shit from like cdth but i just finished it and the series isn’t done yet so we can’t find all the fun easter eggs and. mostly i’m just sort of reeling. so much happened in this book but mostly the summary on the inside was misleading because it implies hennessy and farooq-lane and ronan are all going to coincide but i don’t think farooq-lane even gets to look at the two of them. very misleading smh. parsifal was on my shitlist at first but after he died he’s off the hook ig. matthew and his whole THING killed me absolutely slaughtered me. also the implication that aurora was based off someone else. yeah. a Lot of stuff happened in this book. yeah.

ne ways this got so so long i’m sorry i had to relocate to my notes app bc i was like wait this doesn’t make any sense this is all jumbled up so then i regrouped i rearranged i rescouted and now we are here. at the end of this post. sorry moon sorry followers have fun reading all of this. read the raven cycle. four books all roughly 400 pages by maggie steifvater. good yes yes good.

#ask #tofumoons #long time no see <333 #trc spoilers #cdth spoilers #nova talks

[discoveryinthedark]

EU PASSEI UM ANO SEM CONSEGUIR COMPRAR ESSA PORRA DESSE LIVRO E AGR TÁ 10 REAIS???????

#q odio #trc #personal #so im finally gonna fucking read call down the hawk #istg i couldn't find anywhere to buy this fucking book in ebook form for so long that i lost all interest #peguei ranço #mas #10 FUCKING REAIS Q ODIO #maggie stiefvater #vamo marca 5 minutinho sem perder a amizade fdp

[keilemlucent]

long days for bad people

(r18+)

hawks | takami keigo x reader

ao3

word count: ~6k

Being a prized, adored possession was far better than you thought it would be.

warnings: light daddy kink (no age play, just the name in mostly jest), spit kink, crying kink, degradation, brief descriptions of blood + violence, kidnapping (consensual?? read a/n), brat taming, light sadomasochism, mind break, praise kink

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here it is, mafia au, villain hawks, dom, brat tamer, soft(?!) hawks. what more could you want? 

there’s briefly described kidnapping at the beginning of the fic but it is reiterated throughout that this is consensual! no yandere/stockholm stuff in this fic. 

i’ve been working on this one for a while and i’m happy to finally share it. hope y’all enjoy!!

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You shouldn’t have fucked around with the League.

God, it was common knowledge in the parts of town and circles you inhabited. Of all criminal syndicates, mobs, to fuck with, the League wasn’t one of them. They were known for their complete cruelty and violent delights. The League had such a reputation due to the fact that they openly left bodies carved up and burnt as they pleased.

But, you were a fucking idiot and got involved anyways.

It was a small loan, Giran almost seemed to scoff when he gave you the cash. You and your almost-stranger of a roommate were just very late on some bills and were going to lose a lot of material items if you didn’t scrounge up at least two paychecks in about three days. 

You swallowed your pride and took the first and easiest loan you could get. That just happened to be with gap-toothed, wide-grinning Giran of the League. He, you knew from what you’d heard, was somewhat fair in matters like yours. 

You had two weeks to pay him back.

...

You didn’t make it in time.

You were close to the amount, notably. You scrounged and clawed your way into getting the cash back. You weren’t much of a pickpocket, but you snagged some odd jobs around the apartment building that you and your roommate were still fortunate enough to keep a room in.

After one particular job, a nasty carpentry gig that you weren’t qualified for, you returned home tired and worn.

Sure, you were a day late on payment. But with this last gig, you were so close. The League would have to pity two, stupid, stupid young girls?

They didn’t, you realized, as you stepped into your apartment.

Your roommate's slain corpse was laying over the arm of your cheap couch, eyes vacant and mouth dripping blood onto the old beige carpet.

You dropped to your knees, horrified and completely stunned.

“You should’ve known better,” it was a hum from across the room, from a figure you didn’t even know was in the room until then. “Really, you’d expect folks to be smarter.”

Your mouth dried as the figure moved from the nighttime shadows, flashing a dazzling smile and ruffling crimson wings.

Hawks.

You’d heard of him, everyone had. Terrifying, fast, precise, and cutthroat. He took orders and didn’t ask questions other than snark. He talked too much, fucked too much. 

“W-wait,” You didn't know why you were pleading, but you had to try, right? “I’m so close, wait—”

Hawks sauntered up to you wielding one of his feather blades, the red of blood mixing with the filaments of his feathers.

He crouched down in front of you, tsking, “I don’t like begging, angel. I’ll make this quick for you. Your friend there?”

Hawks jerked his finger behind to your dead roommate.

“She fought, pleaded, begged, all that normal shit I don’t like hearing when shitheads like you two don’t make payday,” his voice was slow, talking about death like some casual thing. “I’ll make this nice and fast if you don’t run your mouth anymore, how about that?”

You swallowed, nodding.

The small percentage of your brain that was fully functioning figured dying quickly was a much better way to go than whatever the hell had happened to your roommate. There was far too much blood for that to be quick.

Hawks hummed, the tip of his feather blade tipping up your chin so you were forced to meet his gaze. You vaguely heard the pitter-patter of your tears hitting the carpet below. Blood rushed in your ears as you stared death in the face.

Hawks appraised you.

You watched the metaphorical cogs and wheels turning in Hawks’ skull as he looked you up and down before flashing forward, gathering you in his arms and flying from the apartment. 

Your first thought was obvious as you clung to him in the open air:

He’s going to drop you and kill you.

When you screamed, tears growing thicker, he slapped a gloved hand over your mouth, “I’m giving you an out, kid. Trust me. You’ll prefer this over death.”

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 Your new existence was certainly better than death.

If you were ever caught and convicted of any of the illegal things you participated in, you’d be fucked, thrown into prison until you rotted, until you were just dust and bone.

But, until then, you worked for the League.

You had groveled at the feet of their leader, Shigaraki, hands clasped on your lap, claiming your worth, or maybe lack thereof. Not many attachments, not many people who’d miss you, a semi-useful quirk. 

With a boot shoved into your skull, he sneered that you’d be the League’s new errand dog. 

The real reason they accepted you was due to the threatening air Hawks was exuding and the fact that their old ‘errand bitch’ had died the week prior. They needed a new body to act as a civilian and do things that only an unsuspecting-looking ‘civilian’ could. You fit the bill, and Hawks had taken a liking to you.

 Oddly, working for the League was actually pretty okay.

You got your own room. It was small, but you only had to share a bathroom with the somewhat unhinged Himiko, but she was fairly nice once she warmed up to you. Everyone lived in the League’s HQ and went about their business, getting drunk at their bar front each night.

Most of the mess happened at night, but it was important to put on a nice veneer and keep spirits high. Not to mention that no one would dared to fuck with the League, anyways. The cops and federal government had long been paid off due to the resources that the League had acquired for them. 

You felt somewhat untouchable.

A lot of this confidence was due to the fact that you had become Hawks’s... Keigo’s...

‘Songbird’

As he liked to call you, anyway. 

Keigo was the general, loveable annoyance of the League, but his connections were invaluable and his skills were unmatched. Despite how he could grate on people (read: Dabi and Shigaraki), he was respected and feared just as much as everyone else was, if not more so. And being his metaphorical and literal pet had its perks.

Sure, the first time he had you come to his ‘office’ and he fucked you against the window until it was smeared with cum and blood was a bit surprising, but god, if you didn’t fucking love it. Being Keigo’s personal fucktoy came with protection, pleasure, and a surprising amount of genuine attention. The dude was lonely, and so were you. The two of you made a good ‘couple’, if you could even call yourselves that. The sadism he doled out was always counterpointed by affections that did seem genuine. 

Keigo was fond of you, and you of him. Maybe your brush with death had twisted something in your head, to even allow yourself to get close to a man like Keigo, but you couldn’t make yourself care. 

You were comfortable and content. 

...

[bird boss]: hey babe ;^) get to my office in the next thirty minutes 

[you]: what if i don’t

[bird boss]: do u really want to find out

[you]: ...

[you]: im just curious 

[bird boss]: don’t get cheeky songbird 

[you]: u make me wanna u know

[you]: i know it gets you riled up

[bird boss]: tread lightly kid

[you]: oooo i gave you some guff over text

[you]: what’re you gonna do about it?

[bird boss]: use your imagination

[bird boss]: 25 minutes now, songbird

[bird boss]: don’t make this worse for yourself <3

 You set your phone on your cheap duvet, quickly primped yourself to see Keigo. He wasn’t too strict about your appearance but wearing dark clothes and some of the more expensive gifts he’d gotten you over the months he’d been screwing you never hurt. Something about ownership with him always got him hot and bothered. 

You tried to remind yourself frequently that Keigo saw you as some sort of possession, but a possession with feelings.

Meandering through HQ was always a bit daunting, despite your protections. Your skimpy outfit choice and hardly-hidden lingerie made you feel a bit more like an object than you liked too. 

There were hardly hungry mouths around the League, they kept you all fed, but god, were there starving eyes. 

Dabi wolf-whistled as you walked past him through a common room, shouting something about how Keigo was collecting his pound of flesh for the day. Maybe a line or two about being a whore, but that was all flavor at that point. Keigo called you far meaner, more sinful things. And hell, it wasn’t like Keigo hadn’t... shared you on more than one occasion. 

Maybe you were a little fucked up for enjoying your lifestyle to the degree you did, but why not indulge where you could? Life was far shittier scraping paint off old fences and picking up cans to just scrape by. 

Opulence was a breath of fresh air. And if you were Keigo’s fuck toy? Then, god, you were Keigo’s fuck toy.

When you arrived at Keigo’s office, you knocked gently on the door, quickly adjusting your skirt and blouse. 

The door opened, though no one was behind it. Only a single one of Keigo’s feathers allowed you entrance. 

His office seemed daunting and extravagant for a man who did most of his ‘work’ in far-shadier, far-bloodier places. The walls were covered in mirrors and old paintings, something out of vanity and pride, knowing how Keigo saw himself. There were several black leather couches scattered around against walls, some stained by your various... activities. There was a broad desk parallel to a back wall made entirely of windows. 

Night had fallen, leaving the room lit by a few lamps and warm fixtures. 

“Hey, boss,” You hummed as you stepped in, shutting the door behind you just before the lingering scarlet feather flicked the lock on the door.

And the other one.

And the deadbolt.

You swallowed thickly. 

As much as you enjoyed a lot of the perks of your... position, it was also daunting.

Keigo was daunting, all bloody colors, vanity, and hunger. 

He sat behind his desk, wings puffed up, and partially extended over the back of his chair. The desk chair was massive, specifically acquired so that you would have enough room to properly straddle his lap for hours on end if he so wished. 

Keigo idly clicked around on his desktop computer. He leaned slack and back into the chair, legs spread wide and exuding casual confidence that reeked of his own ego. 

Keigo normally wore a mix of black and red, as edgy as it was. He liked to seem clean, hide the stains of sanguine that undoubtedly lingered on him no matter how he tried to cleanse himself. His black slacks were pressed, the seams pristine. The black shirt he wore was rolled up to his elbows, the buttons of his red vest undone as well. His black tie hung half-undone and limp around his neck. His tousled gold hair was mussed as normal, ruffled by his flights. His feathers might’ve needed preening, but you doubted that that was the reason he called you to his office. 

And based on the deep set of his brow and the sickly smile on his lips, he was already on edge and in a mood. 

“Songbird, come over here, will you?” Keigo sat back from his typing, watching you from across the room. He took you in the same way a parched man sucks down red wine, greedily and soon to be fucked. “On my lap.”

You complied, despite your earlier attitude. You padded across the room, going around his desk. 

As you moved to straddle his lap, worn hands gripped your waist. His amber eyes gave you a warning, crinkling at the edges, “Not like that, sweetheart. Do daddy right.”

Oh, so it was one of those moods.��

Maybe you were Keigo’s sexual punching bag so he could exert control on something he could later kiss better and patch up. 

Sure, he was going to fucking ruin you, but part of the fun with him was that the more it hurt, the nicer he was after. And, all things considered, with some of the... other folks the League brought in to satiate its member’s desires, you fared far better. Keigo cared about you, in his own particular way. 

You tried to lean over his lap yourself, but his hands and feathers positioned you perfectly as he wanted. With the tight grip he had on your waist and shoulders, dragging you just as he liked, it was easy to see his need for control. 

Your head hung off of one of his thighs as you squirmed in his lap. His bulge already pressed into your ribs, a wonderful reminder of the reward you’d reap later on. Keigo’s hands gathered your hand to the small of your back, a feather replacing their grip a moment later.

“Sit with me while I finish this shit,” Keigo grumbled, going back to clicking the desktop. His leg bobbed absentmindedly, his free hand rubbing over the curve of your barely-covered ass. “Be a good girl, (Y/N). If you can stand that.”

He laughed under his breath. 

You let your head dangle limply downwards, blood rushing to your cheeks. 

You’d thought you’d be in for more of an ass-kicking, but it appeared Keigo was taking things unusually slow. You knew better than to complain, but kicking up a bit of metaphorical sand couldn’t be that bad, right?

“I dunno,” You hummed, kicking your legs lightly. “I don’t think you like it when I’m a ‘good girl’, daddy.”

“Watch it.” A single, sharp smack to your butt was hardly enough to shut you up, but Keigo did so all the same, rubbing over the covered flesh a moment later, “I’m not in the mood.”

“Are you sure about that?” You wriggled, intentionally pushing up against his growing erection.

His breath stuttered, a smirk pulling at the corners of your lips. The hand on your ass didn’t rear again, rather Keigo kept thumbing smooth circles as he continued to click around on the computer. He might have been actually doing work. Or, he was ignoring you, egging your sass on. 

“If you didn’t want anything, why’d you call me in here?” You asked, way too cheeky for the way Keigo’s body was practically vibrating underneath you. Pissing him off had consequences, of course, but you weren’t in the mood to play ‘good girl’ that day.

“I told you, I want you to sit with me,” Keigo pinched your ass. “But, you’re too mouthy to do just that one thing. You’re usually better than this.”

“Am I?” You played innocent, craning to give him a wide smile. “Hadn’t noticed. What I am noticing, is your already-hard cock, dear.”

“Oh, ‘dear’?!” Keigo paused on the computer. “Cheeky. Cute.” 

Keigo would just dig in more, lean in, before ‘snapping’, if you could call it that.

You gulped as his hand swatted at upper thighs, his nails almost knicking your skin.

“Up and don’t get smart about it.”

Oh, you were going to be remarkably smart about it.

You rose but hardly stayed upright for long. Sliding down to your knees, you pushed at Keigo’s legs, “Wouldn’t you prefer me down here? Just for a treat while you finish your work?”

Keigo clicked his tongue, gaze flickering down to you, “Fine. Behave yourself.”

Yeah, right. You both knew that that wasn’t going to happen. 

You were already tucked underneath his desk, undoing the fly of his pants. 

You pulled his cock from his trousers, pumping his cock to full hardness. Smearing around preek for a bit of extra flare before inching forward.

Wrapping your mouth around Keigo’s dick was somewhat of a feat— he had a decent girth to him, so you usually took the opportunity to warm him (and yourself) up with a bit of tip-kissing and kitten licks.

But, you were feeling bold.

You spit on his dick, a move that normally would have earned you plenty of verbal snark, but anything Keigo could’ve said to you was swallowed as you took his cock down to the back of your throat.

You sucked around it, massaging the vein on the bottom with the flat of your tongue. Drool began to pool at the side of your lips as you let the head bump your throat, gag reflex be damned.

All the while, Keigo had stopped moving above you. The fabric of his trouser balled up in his ringed-fingers as he gazed half-lidded down at you. 

You smiled around his dick, looking up at him innocently as you began to slowly bob your head. His wings fluttered, twitches and air stirring around you. 

Keigo stifled a laugh, a hand tangling in your hair, “All that talk earlier and now you’re treating me to a blowjob without even me having to tell you to? Dove, you’re too much.”

You pulled off of him to reply, “I can only try.”

Before he could reply, you spit on his dick again, and went back to slurping around him.

You held the base of his cock in your hands, twisting and spreading spittle. It almost felt like your actions were for show, but Keigo’s eyes were rolling back in his head all the same.

You smirked.

A drool pool from your mouth, puddling in your lap and soaking your skirt. Not like you weren’t already dripping from the sinful sounds Keigo stopped trying to hold.

“A-ah, that’s it, angel,” Keigo fucked into your mouth with his hold on your hair. “Just like that.”

Your hand rose to play with Keigo’s balls, teasing at the sack as he cried out a high moan above you. 

Considering the performance you were giving, it was unsurprising to feel him tensing above you. You’d been on your knees for him hundreds of times; you’d learned to see the little twitches and puffs of breath he’d give when he’d get close to coming. 

You pulled off his cock with a pop, detangling the hand from your hair in the motion. It was all fast enough that Keigo couldn’t have stopped you in his hazy, pleasure-filled state. 

Based on the look of rapid disbelief he was giving you, your trick had worked well. Knowing Keigo’s... tendencies made you hesitant to push him too much in the past, but for whatever reason, you were feeling stupidly bold. 

Consequences.

“Sorry, daddy,” You wiped at your mouth with the back of your hand. “Didn’t feel like swallowing today.”

Keigo’s disheveled appearance was more than gratifying. Knowing how easily you made him come undone by that point was one of the perks of your position.

His hair was more than ruffled, strands and tufts chaotically curled around his cheeks and ears. There was a bright blush on his face, spreading from his nose to the apples of his cheeks, down his deck. At some point, he’d popped the buttons at the top of his shirt. He was covered in a sheen of sweat, half-panting and based on the darkness in his brow and the far-too peachy smile on his face, Keigo was fucking pissed.

His wings stood on end.

You gulped from below him.

Maybe you pushed your luck too far.

Maybe. 

“You’re playing real cute today, aren’t you songbird?” Keigo didn’t move, but his feathers twitched above him, wings flaring out even farther. “Real fucking cute.”

You were fucked.

Good.

A few feathers flew from Keigo, one snagging at your wrist, wrapping around it, and pulling you up from the desk.

You wobbled as you stood, dragged across the room as Keigo leisurely followed behind you. When you tried to set your own pace, Keigo swatted your ass with a huff, “You never learn, huh? I thought I’d trained you better than this.”

You opened your mouth to spit some dickish retort, but you were cut off as Keigo’s shoved you onto one of the leather couches.

“Don’t.” Keigo’s tone was acidic as he stood over your, wings still flared out. “I told you I wasn’t in the mood for your cute bullshit, dove, and you still decided to test your luck, huh?”

You kneeled on the cushions, sucking down air, shaking with anticipation.

“You don’t feel like swallowing today? That’s fine, I can work with that,” Keigo shrugged easily from above you.

Keigo had an... active sexual imagination, and you could tell by the crook in his lips that he had something devilish planned as retribution.

A sharp slap came down on your cheek, Keigo catching the opposite jaw and keeping you from recoiling too far. You blinked as the pain spread around your skull like licking flames against a frostbitten body. 

You wanted more.

A little grin stretched against your mouth as Keigo rubbed at your cheeks with his thumbs, “Aw, you always get so sweet like this, dove. You can be a good girl if you try, can’t you?” 

His actions carried candor and his words absolute torment. 

Despite how Keigo was trying to goad you into submission, you had a bit of spark left in you. 

Plainly, you spit on him.

The glob of saliva landed on Keigo’s cheek, under his eye.

He blinked at you. 

You continued to smile.

His own expression grew strained.

“Oh, songbird,” Keigo damn near lamented, wiping away the kind gift you’d given him. His voice was smooth without any bit of waver, all of the sexually-charged anger rolling just beneath the veneer. “You’re just being pain slut today, aren’t you?”

You were, absolutely. You could feel your arousal wetting your panties, the heat of the strike from your cheek beginning to boil something in your gut. 

“You just need a bit of special attention today, right? That’s all.” Keigo tsked, fully removing the tie from around his neck. “You just need a little reminder.”

“Reminder of what?” You asked, tilting your head quizzically. 

Keigo flipped you, feathers pushing and bracing you as needed while nimble hands tore off your clothes without reverie.

“Plenty of things, especially with this attitude you’ve got today,” Keigo’s tie looped around your wrists, binding them together at the center of your back. 

“You definitely need a reminder of who’s the boss around here,” Keigo shoved you forward, stomach flush with the back of the couch.

You reeled from the pace of it all, shifting your knees for any bit of stimulation you could get. Keigo’s feathers were slicing and pulling your clothes from your body faster than you could keep track of. It was overwhelming, making your mind swim in the best possible way. You throbbed. 

“Maybe a reminder about who fucking provides for you,” Keigo’s own clothes were shaken off, dropped to the floor and forgotten.

It was true. Keigo always made sure than you were taken care of, in more ways than one. Despite how fast-paced and laid back he could seem, he was always on top of making sure you had more than enough material and immaterial pleasure whether than be in the form of food, fucking, or otherwise.

You yelped as a smack fell across your ass. A feather caught the elastic of your panties, snapping a moment later, leaving you fully bare before him. 

Keigo’s worn hand came to press at your throat and jaw, tilting your head back as he climbed behind you, “Maybe, you need a reminder about who keeps you safe.”

This phrase was softer than the others, a sweet kiss pressing to your cheek and his voice a bit more gentle. It was jarring at the skin still stung from his earlier strike, but you cherished the heat besides. 

Once again, true. The folks in and outside of the League were greedy. There were plenty of unwanted souls that stole glances at Hawks’s prized songbird. There were starved eyes that tore into you whether you were dolled up for Keigo or not. There had been some... close calls, one could say, but Keigo always was there, in the end, unafraid to get his hands dirty. 

“You know what the most important reminder is, dove?” Keigo rolled his hips against you, cock wedging between your thighs.

“N-no,” You stuttered, brain turning gooey as Keigo’s arms snaked around your waist, sharpened nails leaving indents in your hips.

He nosed at your neck, leaving a few love bites in his wake.“‘N-no’, what?” 

“I don’t know,” You leaned back into Keigo’s chest, rubbing your thighs around his cock. 

 “Oh, songbird, you sweet thing,” He chuckled, all teasing and self-indulgent. “I’m the one who makes you feel good.” 

He was so right, wasn’t he?

With the way he’d learned your body over the last few months, he’d had some undeniable pursuit to make you feel the best. 

Keigo was inquisitive by nature. He had kept you on your back for hours while he finger-fucked you, watching every twitch and roll of your hips to figure out just the right ways to break you. He’d kissed and sucked and slapped every inch of you, sussing out the perfect ways to make you writhe and cry for him. 

Sure, you were an absolute terror to him sometimes. Not to mention that Keigo jumping you covered in the blood of that day's targets was as macabre and horrifying as it sounded. 

But, fuck, if he didn’t know how to bring you to ecstasy that fucking ruined you in the best way. 

Keigo got off on watching you shatter for him. It was the reason he’d torn you from that cheap, bloodied apartment in the first place. A kind, naive little morsel that he could play with as he wanted. You didn’t complain. Fuck, you reveled in his attention. You gave it back to him, like the fucked up, semi-divine being could be any more debauched than he already was.

Corruption spreads, but you’d never complain. If being plucked from struggling for pennies to being fucked stupid by a man who could kill you at a moments notice, a man who would kill for you, somehow poisoned you?

You’d die with a bitter taste on your tongue and a smile on your face.

 Keigo rubbed at your clit, nipping at your neck, and rolled his hips greedily. His cock was covered in a mix of your slick and his own preek, easily sliding between plushness of your thighs.

“You love pushing me, acting all tough,” Keigo chastised, clicking his tongue. “I mean it when I say it's cute.”

You don’t have any more quick retorts in you, not when his fingers are down your throat, gagging you as spittle dribbles down your chin onto the leather below. It was sure to leave a mark.

“Behind all that bark and snark, you’re just a good girl, aren’t you?” Keigo punctuated his words with a bite and nip to your neck. “Just needed a reminder, right, dove?”

You whimpered against his fingers at the praise, grinding against Keigo’s touch needily. 

His fingers pushed pinched your tongue, breath curling over the shell of your ear, “What are you?”

You mumbled against his fingers, “A g-good g-girl.”

It was humiliating in the best way. Keigo’s light laugh at your attempt. The way he nuzzled his nose into the sweat at the crook of your shoulder was just aloe on the burn.

“I misspoke, if you can believe that,” Keigo’s cock pulled out from your thighs. “Songbird, you know what I meant to call you?”

You squirmed at the loss, but he was quick to hush you. His fingers left your mouth with a thick trail of spit. 

“You’re my good girl.” 

You melted in his arms.

Falling back against Keigo’s chest, you craned your neck to lock your lips to his. 

Maybe that was it, why all the filth didn’t bother you. Because you had worth. Maybe it was insecurity, or maybe it was self-aware in the face of your lived experience. Before being taken, the life you’d lived made you just a rusty cog in a dying machine. You wouldn’t have amounted to anything, probably. 

But with the League?

You were the prized, beloved consort of an angry god. 

Keigo owned you, body, mind and soul, and you let him. That’s not even to mention how you had him wrapped around your finger. He adored you, under all of it.

Fighting with him was for sport, not blood.

Keigo licked past your lips, pressing his cock to your cunt teasingly. You whined against him, wriggling in his arms.

“What does my good girl want?” Keigo loved making you beg for him, claw for any bit of stimulation. He liked it even better when you were already soft for him.

Stray tears pricked at your eyes, “Y-your cock.”

He pinched the meat of your thigh, shaking his head, “Not good enough. Speak properly, dove. Clear and correctly.”

You swallowed, searching for the words in your own haze.

Your words were willed to be solid.

“I want your cock, daddy.” 

It was just enough.

Keigo pushed forward, the head of his cock already stretching your cunt. Consider the girth of it, the lack of preparation stung and burned more than you would’ve liked, as good as it felt to finally be filled.

Keigo cooed at your soft tears, keeping your face to his with a firm hand on your jaw. He shushed you, far too sweetly while licking the salt from your cheeks, “Relax, angel. Big breaths.”

You nodded, sputtering as he speared into you. Keigo’s free hand went back to toying with your clit, encouraging the tension to drain from your body.

As he bottomed out, you shuddered, falling back into his chest. Keigo’s wings fluttered, twitching in wait. Hot breath fanned over your face, Keigo groaning and locking his jaw. 

The stimulation was overwhelming. You had expected Keigo to be meaner, considering how mouthy you’d been. 

Yet, it made sense. Keigo had figured out one of the better ways to make you break was softness. 

(Truthfully, it made him crack in the same way, but he’d never tell.)

“Feel that?” He asked, just barely rolling his hips. 

Keigo released your jaw in favor of wrapping a hand around the front of your throat, tugging you as close he could manage.

“Uh-huh,” You panted. 

You could, the kiss of his cock head against your cervix was almost uncomfortable. The delicious pressure and sensitivity already had you reeling in his arms, unsteady and wanting.

“I fill you up so good, don’t I?” Keigo praised his own ego, his cock, but he wasn’t wrong. The curve of his cock rubbed against all the right spots. He stretched you just right, the burn ebbing away into a need for more, more—

“Please, Keigo—” You gasped. Your legs shook as Keigo slammed into you, shoving you forward and into the wall.

His pace was brutal. Hands and feathers kept your back in a harsh arch as he rearranged your insides to his liking. He was kind enough to keep stroking at your clit, bruising your hips and babbling filthy nothings. 

“I’m the one who makes you feel this good, only me, right, dove?” Keigo growled into your ear with a particularly hard thrust.

You nodded against the wall, aware of the drool slipping down your chin as your mouth lolled open. Your insides were hot like white flames, searing any ability to use coherent speech. 

Keigo snickered at your state. Slowing, he gripped your ass cheeks. You yelped, inside jumping as he pried them apart. You flinched, hole twitching as he spat down, the liquid cool against the flushed skin.

It was little moves like that, Keigo just subtly making your shudder and feel dirty that got you the most fucked up and fucked out.

You pressed back on his cock, panting against the wall and keening. You would’ve spoke, if you could, but anything that you had the ability to say would’ve been torn apart by Keigo’s sharpened, silver tongue. 

“My filthy little dove, huh?” Keigo sneered, watching you try to bounce on his cock the best you could. “Such a glutton when you get broken down like this, needy whore.”

The pleasure of Keigo’s cock tearing up your insides was all you could focus on through the fog of your mind, desperate and wanting and greedy.

“Y-your,” You corrected, the words bubbling from your lips, disjointed and messy. “Yours.”

Keigo may have been avian, but he purred like a damn cat at your admission. He held you like a possession, cock throbbing as he fucked you just right. 

“God, you’re sweet, angel,” He nipped at your jaw before wrapping his hand around your throat. “Even all fucked up, you know who you belong to so well, don’t you?”

You nodded, rolling your hips back. 

Keigo must’ve taken pity on you, squeezing at the sides of your neck. Cruel as he could be, he must’ve noticed the way your thighs and knees trembled against the leather. Keigo knew the cloud in your eyes well— how to get you hazy and how to fuck you perfectly through the fog.

He fucked back into your dripping cunt, pace harder and faster than before. You were helpless to do anything other than fall forward into the wall, cheek squished against the scarlet. 

“Who’s brat are you?” Keigo squeezed a bit harder at your neck as you swallowed against his palm.

“Y-yours—!” You squeaked out, mind going numb from the stimulation and pressure.

A wicked sneer curled against your ear as Keigo’s movements grew sloppier. His tongue lolled over your shoulder, messy kisses and slobbery bites and marks left in his wake. He was close, but you weren’t far off easier.

“Little bird,” It was sweeter, closer and hotter. “Can you come for me? Come all over my cock?”

You nodded.

“Not good enough.” Keigo bit down, nearly breaking the fragile skin of your neck. “You know I like words, angel.”

You gave him words, plenty of them. 

Nearly incoherent pleads and cries poured from your bruised lips as Keigo pounded into you. Each blabbering wail was met with Keigo groans and grunts, condescending little phrases spitting over you without release.

Your lack of leverage and use of your arms made you thumping against the couch and wall, vision darkening on the edges as the pressure in your gut and the hold on your throat remained. 

You were breaking in his arms, tears rolling down your cheeks as you held yourself from cresting. The exertion of it all was taking its toll, legs jellied and chest beading with sweat. 

Keigo sensed it, shifting his hips to hit the spongy spot in your cunt, “Come, dove.”

You let go.

A sob shattered in your throat as your climax crashed through you. Keigo released your throat, holding you by your bound arms as he bottomed out. His own harsh cry panged against yours as he stuffed you full. 

Surprisingly gently, he rocked his hips against your own, letting the ambient throb of your cunt milk him dry.

You came down, rolling and spinning as you sucked down air a bit too fast. Keigo panted behind you, though the sound seemed dull.

The pressure from your wrists released, soft thumbs rubbing at where the fabric had bitten into your forearms, “Hey, angel, you with me?”

You could only nod weakly, exhaustion and aches creeping in. 

Keigo repositioned the two of you, setting himself against the arm of the couch, wings up free to drape and splay over the floor. He dragged you with him, pulling you to lay on his chest. The stickiness of his spunk, your slick, and general sweatiness might’ve been uncomfortable, but you weren’t quite lucid enough to care.

“How are you feeling? Still feeling a little mouthy?” Keigo teased, already knowing your answer. 

You muffled a groan against his chest, shaking your head against the sweat of his chest. 

“Awww,” Keigo chuckled, fingers brushing over your cheeks, “Is my dove a little fucked out?”

“Keeeigo, b-be nice.”

Your voice broke, parched.

Keigo snorted, pressing a kiss to the side of your forehead, “I guess I can manage that. Just for you, though. Can’t let the others see me get all soft.”

You wouldn’t; seeing Keigo warm and gooey, both of you mutually fucked-out, was a pleasure only you got to indulge in. And you loved every moment of it. 

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taglist: @sinclairsamess (msg me if you’d like to be on it!)

ko-fi

#salem writes #hawks x reader #takami keigo x reader #takami keigo #hawks x y/n #hawks x you #takami keigo x y/n #takami keigo x you #mha smut #mha x reader #bnha x reader #hawks #hawks smut #hawks fanfiction #takami keigo smut

[shinsouskitten]

Okay so hc’s of Hawks, Dabi, Bakugo, and Shinsou with an outta pocket s/o plz! She just oozes crackhead energy and says the most funniest most wildest shit. (Hawks:*teasing her* S/O: Ah, so you think cuz your balls drag across the floor, you got jokes huh? ☺️) Sis could come up with the most immaculate of roasts (S/O: Mineta, you waste of sperm! I will rip your spine outta your ass and make it into fine China before sending it to your parents 😡) and do the dumbest things just cuz she wants to (Monoma’s on his bullshit and S/O just suplexes him without saying a single word). Imagine their faces when she breaks the fourth wall a couple of times, says some freaky shit with a straight face, or she’ll just go “Nope” and jump out of a window with no hesitation (she don’t care how high the drop is, she heading out). Need them to be with someone who just has “I woke up and chose violence” energy.

I POSTED IT TO THE WRONG ASK 😭😭😭 i still have the other request saved on the actual document so at least i didnt completely fuck it up

still, im gonna go cry in a corner so brb

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i had a stroke reading this 😅

but like i read this out to my buddy @grapefantaenby and we both were like BRO I LOVE THAT, even if my writing of it is subpar at best lol

also that m*neta insult is actual perfection. might send it to my ex

Warnings: chaos, some swear words, m*neta exists 🤮

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Hawks/Keigo Takami: 

🍗 Keigo loves it

🍗 He especially loved when the two are you are partnered up, simply because of how terrified the villains are when they see you. You’re not even that scary, they just have no idea what you’re going to do

🍗 You could either decide your weapon of choice that day is a chair, or take a bag of popcorn from a nearby store and just sit there eating it while Hawks does his job (heroes don’t steal so Keigo always makes sure to go back to the store and pay for you if you forget)

🍗 He’s used to you jumping out of random windows. He was absolutely terrified the first time, and jumped straight after you to catch you, but now he just sends a bunch of his feathers to make sure you make it to the ground safely 

🍗 You don’t bend over and accept everything the commission asks you to do, and it’s quite common for them to demand that Hawks keep an eye on you to ensure you don’t get into too much trouble. It’s also quite common for you to just walk out mid meeting with a middle finger to the rest of the conference room and a scream that you want food

🍗 The fourth wall breaks. Oh God the fourth wall breaks. Hawks literally just stand there like ‘what the fuck’ when you turn to an empty piece of sidewalk and mutter something about villains being too hot for their own good (legit thinks for a moment you mean temperature-wise, but is still confused anyway)

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Dabi/Touya Todoroki:

💙🔥 Oh boy. If there’s one thing that gets on Dabi’s nerves it’s chaotic individuals. He deals with Toga and Twice on a daily basis, so you’d think he’d know how to tone out the craziness. Alas, he does not

💙🔥 Sometimes he wants to throw you against the wall and just tell you to shut up for a goddamn second, and other times he wants to praise you for showing some low level villain that the league was not to be messed with. Maybe you did it with an insult about his mother, but it still worked, and the villain left you with an apology quickly enough

💙🔥 Not that Dabi would ever actually tell anyone that he thought they did a good job, so he usually just ignores you, attempting to stay out of your way (he also doesn’t really want you to insult his mother)

💙🔥 Eventually he becomes more accustomed to your… uniqueness, and occasionally you actually manage to get a half smile from him with one of your numerous insults aimed towards Shigaraki. They can get pretty creative

💙🔥 If Dabi is ever at odds with the rest of the league for some reason (there’s not really a reason, he’s just being Dabi), they - usually mom Kurogiri - sends you in an attempt to cheer him up. If you don’t manage to cheer him up, you still manage to annoy him enough to force him back to the rest of them. Either way it works out

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Katsuki Bakugou:

💥 ‘Wow you’re annoying’ is the first thing Bakugou thinks when he meets you (he should meet himself) so he plans to just ignore you. After all, he’s not there to make friends. He’s there to be the best hero

💥 Annoyingly, even with your naturally chaotic energy, you still manage to stay right on his toes. That’s what finally gets him to notice you (notice me senpai), and to his frustration, you’re barely even trying to beat him, and yet you manage to remain hot on his heels

💥 He’s surprised you’re not suspended from all the shit you pull, but you always manage to get yourself out of trouble one way or another. Even if that way is jumping out of a second story window and claiming they can’t kick you out when you’re injured (how that actually works he has no idea)

💥 He’s wanted to throw a chair at that stupid copycat Monoma since he first met him, so when you actually throw a chair at the guy, Bakugou laughs. Like really laughs. Kirishima thought he might’ve been possessed for a moment, but Monoma’s expression when he finally got back up was priceless

💥 It takes a while but he slowly manages to respect your skill as a hero - as much as King Explosion Murder can respect anyone. And even though your personality is… unusual, you’re not Deku, so he can deal with you

💥 Besides, anyone who can and will suplex Monoma without any warning is a worthy friend for him

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Hitoshi Shinsou:

💜 The first time he met you, you were screaming like a banshee running through the halls of school, chasing after a small purple speck some way off in the distance. He didn’t get involved

💜 He saw you next being held apart from Bakugou with help from Aizawa’s scarf. You were screaming again, but this time at least you sounded human. He heard something about an ‘angry pomeranian’ before he decided to leave you to it

💜 You’re part of 1A, so Shinsou doesn’t pay you much mind other than the infuriating need to prove himself to everyone that ever doubted him. He’s surprised when you don’t act like the others in your class, and first gets to talk to you after you barrel into him in the hallways mid lesson (you were both skipping so he didn’t call you out on it)

💜 He asked if you were okay, and your exasperated response of ‘Bakugou’ explained enough for him. You sat together for a while. Okay, you refused to get up from the floor. He got tired of standing and decided to join you

💜 You get your first smile from him after you’re almost caught by a teacher looking for you, when you grab his hand and make a mad dash to a darkened classroom currently unused by anyone else

💜 Your first laugh comes when you flip off Denki after he tried one of his many pickup lines on you. The blond’s reaction was great, and Shinsou couldn't help but chuckle at how you managed to twist Denki’s pickup line into some distorted insult to his… nether regions

💜 Your chaos is a nice contrast to how nonchalant Shinsou usually is. You bring some much needed joy to the purple haired insomniac, and he helps to calm you down when your usual energy might be unneeded in certain situations. You know what they say; opposites attract

#my hero academia #boku no hero academia #boku no hero fic #boku no hero art #hawks x reader #keigo takami #keigo takami x reader #dabi #dabi x reader #touya todoroki #touya todoroki x reader #katsuki bakugou #katsuki bakugou x reader #hitoshi shinsou #hitoshi shinsou x reader #mha x reader

[hollowedwing]

Isekai-ed into Hawk's Life

Hawks x gn!winged!Reader

Warnings: ⚠️ Death!(at very beginning, it is an isekai), mentions of death throughout, some angst(??maybe not yet??), slight cursing

THIS WILL NOT FOLLOW A SPECIFIC TIMELINE IN THE MANGA

(so sorry i just, love, love, the idea of having wings)

(this is all my art, it is on IG, im just too embarrassed for people who know me irl to potentially find this xD Even though none of them have tumblr 👀 if you somehow recognize it...props to you?)

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tbh, I can’t decide if I want this to have more than 1 part. 

Word count: ~1,800

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You were on your way home from a long evening at your part time job. Before that you had already taken 2 finals that morning too.

You dragged your feet, exhausted, as you headed towards the crosswalk. Stopping at the edge as the traffic light turned green, you decided to pull out your phone and decided to watch a speed paint from your favorite artist who recently released a new video.

It just so happened it was a Hawks speed paint 👀

The light turned red and you slipped your phone into your pocket as your started to make your way across the street

little did you know this would be the last time you'd cross the street

A wild driver came barreling down the road, no regards for civilians or traffic lights, probably drunk or high or just someone out for blood.

You stood there like a deer caught in headlights as your life flashes before your eyes

You can barely comprehend what's happening as you felt pain engulf your body and suddenly you were unconscious

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Keigo tiredly stumbled into his large apartment, kicking off his shoes and shrugging his jacket off by the door

He wants nothing more than to just flop down and pass out. The HPSC has been giving him hell lately about god knows what.

He let out a long sigh and headed towards the bathroom to do his nightly routine

As he finishes up, he drags his feet towards his bed and flops down face first into the comfort of his pillow and sheets

Keigo falls asleep almost instantly after getting into a comfortable position, worn out from a long day of work

What he wasn't expecting was a loud "thud!" coming from the main room. He jolts up from his bed, feathers ready to attack.

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Reader's pov(?)

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You groaned as you hit the floor. Your head was spinning and it feels like a truck just hit you

oh wait...

You suddenly became more alert, looking around in a panic, expecting to either be on the road and injured or in a hospital of sorts. What you didn't expect was a wooden floor inside of a random apartment.

You felt around your body for any signs of injury, but all you found were a set of wings on your back- wings?? Hold up. Why did you feel wings what kind of sick joke was this?

Your thoughts were racing as your breathing picked up. What was happening? Didn't you just get hit by a vehicle? Why are there wings in your back? Where are you even?

Feeling around in your pockets, you found your phone and whipped it out, trying for anything. You turned it on, the harsh light of it illuminating your face, you tried to send a text to your best friend, but alas, it wouldn't go through. Actually nothing on your phone seemed to work. You checked your location settings, for some reason it said Musutafu, Japan.

Wasn't....Wasn't that the location that most of Boku no Hero Academia took place?? This can't be right, this has to be a dream right? There's no way that you could have actually ended up here unless...

Then it hit you.

You read your fair share of isekai series back when you were alive in your realm. Mostly manhwas of characters getting reborn into another person's body, but, never actually reincarnating as yourself into another world.

That was the only thing you could think of. You must have been reincarnated into the Boku no Hero Academia world. Except as yourself.

In all honesty, this is not how you thought you'd go out. You didn't know what to expect after death, but this definitely wasn't it. After all, this was a fictional setting, wasn't it?

Well, not anymore because now you're living in it! Smh.

That would also probably explain the wings on your back. This was you now. You have a bird quirk.

Now, all you have to do, is figure out where the heck you are.

Just as you are about to stand up, feathers zip towards you, pinning you to the ground

You hear footsteps begin to come towards you. You don't know if you should be scared for your life considering you've already died once or ecstatic because, you knew for a fact, this could be none other than Hawks' apartment.

The winged hero finally emerges and stares down at you, crossing his arms over his chest.

He says in a low, gravely voice from sleep, "Who are you, and how did you get into my home?" You stare back up at him and nervously chuckle.

"I'm not sure you'd believe me if I told you." You nervously sigh out.

"Try me." He demands, sounding a little more irritated now. You sigh in defeat and start to explain your situation.

"Do...do you know what an isekai is?" You said sheepishly while turning your gaze away from his. He kind of gave you a confused head tilt and just a vibe that said “No”. You sigh again and explain it to the best of your ability. Hawks becomes more and more interested and confused as you talk, but nods a long slowly. 

“So...you were reborn here, but as yourself? Wait- does that mean you died before!?” He asked, disbelief and fear ran through his eyes. You looked at him in bitter amusement.

“Apparently I did. The last thing I remember of my world was getting hit by some truck or car. The dude clearly did not know how to drive. I had the right of way I was pretty sure at least. I mean, the light was red, usually that means pedestrians can cross the street? And plus he was going wayyy over the speed limit,” you begin to ramble on, the reality of actually dying setting into you. Hawks noticed the panic beginning to set into you and released you from his feathers. He crouched down next to you and grabbed your shoulders gently.

"Hey, hey, hey, look at me, you're ok now, right? You're here, and not dying in the middle of the street still. You're here. In Musutafu," he said trying to calm you back to reality. Well, what was your new reality. Your mind was racing. Trying to put together a coherent thought. 

You look up to him, with a panicked look still in your eyes, thoughts started to come out of your mouth as your brain was trying to catch up with the situation. "I'm... I'm in Boku no Hero Academia and, and you’re Keigo... standing... right in front of me..I have wings. I have wings? Jeezus I have fucking wings. And I’m dead in my own world. I don’t know anyone, well, wait, technically, I do know people, just-Oh gods! I’m so sorry, that name slipped out! I- I, I’m really sorry Hawks." Even in your wild state, you noticed Hawks tense up at the sound of being called Keigo by a total stranger, and were able to get out an apology. That was progress? You were slowly coming back to reality.

Hawks froze up a bit at the sound of hearing his real name mentioned. At first he wasn't sure if he believed your tale of the isekai situation, but after this he might have to reconsider it. He opted to shake off that weird feeling for now and focus on different matters. 

" I-I don't know what I'm supposed to do now? I have nowhere to go or to stay. I'm in a whole different freaking universe! My phone doesn't even hardly work here. And I have a pair of wings on my back!" You puffed them out angrily. Hawks glanced behind you and his eyes widened a little. You in fact, did have a set of bird wings. Kind of owl like wings. Not near as big as Hawks', but definitely big enough to fly you around.

Before Hawks could process the words coming out of his mouth, he was already asking you, "Would you maybe like to stay with me? I can help with your quirk too." He glanced away awkwardly. You looked towards him in disbelief.

"Dude, are you sure? We literally just met like 10 minutes ago? I mean, I'm all for it, I have nowhere else to turn to, but if you really really don't want me here, I will politely step out of your life." You so badly wanted to accept his offer on the spot, but being the considerate, mostly sensible human you were, you gave him the option to back out. Hawks shook his head.

"No, no, it's alright. You can crash here. Uh- I mean- stay here! Sorry!" You giggled at his comment.

"Well thank you very much!"

"It's all good. I have a spare bedroom you can occupy for the time being. I'll give you some clothes to sleep in that'll hopefully fit. Accidentally bought a couple things in the wrong size without looking. " (a/n: just...just assume its your size, or oversized, whatever's comfy idk) He jumped up and headed towards his room to grab you the clothes. You still sat on the floor. Still amazed at everything that was occurring.

Hawks walked back into the room and tossed you the clothes. "Hey uh, you know, you can get up now, sorry for holding you down earlier.."

You blushed and scrambled to stand up, "Oh no! It's ok! I understand. This would definitely warrant that kind of action. Some random stranger crashes into your apartment at like 1am. I completely understand. Honest."

He let out a small laugh and wearily brushed his fingers through his hair. The adrenaline of everything finally wearing off. He could feel the tiredness setting into his aching muscles again. “Ah, well, I’m going to head to bed now. The room is down the hall at the very end that you can stay in. I’ll take you out training tomorrow evening if that’s alright?”

You gave a nod of understanding and followed him down the hallway. “Goodnight Hawks,” you sang as he walked into his bedroom. He gave a hum of acknowledgment and closed his door. 

Making it into what was now your room, you changed out of your clothes so fast, eager to rid yourself of the past hours events. 

Not gonna lie, you could not figure out how to properly get your new wings into the shirt, even with the holes and snaps in the back. Your mind was too exhausted to even process this new skill. So you ended up going to bed without the shirt on and just settled for putting the sweatpants on. 

You figured it’d be good to just pass out asap. You were sure if you tried to recount the recent events, you’d spiral into a panicked mess. 

You shut your eyes tightly, willing yourself to sleep, trying to only think of positive outcomes for the future. But to be honest, you didn’t know enough about anything in this realm to think rationally about anything good. 

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I prooobably didn’t proofread this as much as I should have

#hawks x reader #hawks x gn!reader #hawks x winged reader #bnha x reader #bnha x gn!reader #bnha x gender neutral reader #keigo x you #takami keigo x reader #keigo takami x reader #ahHHHh i really hope this ok??? #feedback might be nice? idk Dx #I'm still not in the flow of fanfic writing DX its been 5 years #geeeeZ #also I apologize for the amount of ellipses that i use #thats just how I text/talk kinda #isekaied into hawks life

[carelessannie]

maybe it goes like this: tony courts peter (part 6)

Chapter One | Chapter Two | Chapter Three | Chapter Four | Chapter Five | Chapter Six | Chapter Seven | Chapter Eight | Chapter Nine | Chapter Ten | Epilogue

Read on A03

Read the Stuckony backstory

Word count: 8.6K

Stuckony focus, background Starker, SpiderHawk, and Stuckony x Hawk ships

Peter’s pack is coming over tonight, and Stuckony is nervous. Half of this is smut, half is a conversation with a surprise visitor...

Major warnings: D/S Au, A/B/O Au, explicit d/s abo smut, bondage, edging, plugs, oral/anal, blindfolds, knotting, *reference to past attempted sexual abuse of a minor* (really brief, non-explicit, but take care and be aware.)

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maybe it goes like this:

No, baby, I— yes, sweet Omega everything will be… do you trust me? … but that was only one time… Peter, I swear to you… yes, he’s fine— excited, yes baby, excited…

Steve has been listening to Tony’s one sided conversation with Peter for an hour and has come to a conclusion— his Beta is completely gone on this Omega.

That, and Steve is completely screwed.

If this guy has been able to reduce Tony to a soft, agreeable mess, Steve is severely concerned for his own wellbeing.

One compromising Omega is tricky enough.

Speaking of, Bucky is currently lounging across the opposite end of their couch, feet resting in Steve’s lap, and openly laughing at Tony’s attempt to sooth his worried mate.

“Hush, Buck,” Steve pinches one of his feet, and gets a kick in return, “Tony’s cute with his mate.”

“You’re a lyin’ punk, Stevie. I know it’s freakin’ you out, jus’ like him.”

Steve shakes his head, firmly in denial, “I’m fine. Excited,” Bucky laughs at him, as he tries to convince his dumb Omega, “c’mon, you know I’ve been anxious to meet ‘im. Tonight is gonna be great.”

Across the room, Tony is still sweet talking his mate over the phone, and Bucky withdraws his feet, standing to walk past Steve into the kitchen.

He leans down, pushing into Steve’s space, and brushes his lips, delicately, over his ear,

“After you finish worrying, Alpha, maybe I can help with that anxiety.”

Bucky goes to walk away, but Steve’s hands shoot out, grabbing the smaller man and reeling him back in to sit across his lap. His growl earns an amused laugh from the Omega, but that’s not what Steve wants.

His left hand moves, gripping tight in Bucky’s hair and pulling his head back. He buries his teeth in the meat of his mate’s neck, biting down slightly in a warning, and he enjoys how it makes Bucky shiver.

“St- eeeeve—”

“— hush, Omega,” Steve pulls him close, grinding up into his ass to let Bucky feel where he’s hardening up, “you feelin’ needy, sweetheart? Tell me what you need, Buck.”

“N—no, Stevie, I just—”

He grips tighter, pulling back to look at his mate.

“Tell me, Omega.”

“Alpha… need you, Alpha.”

“Good boy,” he praises, and Bucky shakes again, opening and closing his lips in a silent plea. Steve tsks, a teasing sound he knows drives Bucky crazy, and slips two fingers from his right hand into the open mouth, pulling slightly on the hair still gripped in his left hand.

As Bucky moans and sucks eagerly, Steve calls out to Tony,

“Beta, are you almost done on the phone?”

Tony sighs, pacing away from them, “yeah, hold up, Alpha.”

Bucky squirms in his lap, and his small hands cling on to Steve’s shoulders, almost painfully.

“Beta,” Steve warns, “tell him we’ll see them later tonight, and hang up.”

The direct command gets Tony’s attention, finally, and he freezes when he takes in the scene on the couch. He says something in the phone, and hangs up— slowly putting the phone on the counter and walking carefully to where they are seated.

“Was that a command, Alpha?” he asks, stopping next to Steve’s shoulder and looking to the Alpha for permission to touch.

Steve ignores his question, instead pulling Bucky’s head back further and withdrawing his fingers, eliciting a small please from the Omega. With this silent permission, Tony’s hands move— one cupping Bucky’s jaw, and the other resting on top of Steve’s shoulder.

Bucky’s breath is picking up, and Steve knows he needs to get control over this scene before his mate floats away.

“I think he needs us, Beta. Whaddaya think— blue room?”

They ignore Bucky as he tries to nod his head, eyes closed and mouth moving wordlessly.

“Sounds good to me, Alpha. Such a greedy boy— gonna be good for us, Bucky?”

“Yes, y—yes, Beta, so good…”

“Look at me, baby,” Steve releases his hold on Bucky’s hair, instead shifting so he can look into dark, desperate eyes, “we have just enough time for a scene together. I’ll ask a couple questions, and I want stoplight answers from both of you. Do you understand, Omega?”

Wide eyes blink back at him, “G—green, Alpha.”

Steve doesn’t take his eyes off Bucky as he asks, “Beta?”

“Green, Alpha.”

He relaxes more, comforted by his mates’ easy submission to these rules, and leans forward to press a gentle kiss to Bucky’s slightly parted lips.

“Thank you, baby. Once we get into the blue room, Tony and I are gonna tie you up. He’s gonna blindfold you and keep you on edge, and then you’re gonna listen as I fuck him. After he comes, Tony will be in charge until you end up on my knot. Color?”

“Damn, Steve,” Tony breathes out, as Bucky continues his stream of begging and whining, before both of them agree,

“Green, Alpha.”

“Good boys,” he squeezes Tony’s hand and gives Bucky another kiss, “how do you feel about Tony being in charge?”

“Green, Alpha,” his boys chorus.

“And do you want my knot, Omega?”

“Yes, please, so green, Alpha.”

Steve turns to look at Tony, “I will check in throughout the scene, and you will check in on us once you take charge, understood?”

He gets a cheeky grin from his Beta, “Green, Steve.”

It’s been a learning experience between the two of them to work out the exchange of dominance during a scene, but Steve thinks it’s been well worth it. He loves planning scenes with Tony, and watching how beautifully Bucky submits to both of them. He knows the Beta is on board with his plan— and the use of his familiar name confirms Tony’s consent for the exchange. As they work together to move Bucky into the blue room, Steve smiles fondly at the Beta, and Tony leans over to give him a peck on the cheek.

He whispers before Tony moves back, “You good bottoming for me, Tony?”

Tony walks away from them to close the door, pulls a cushion over for Bucky to kneel on, and opens the fridge before answering, “Green, Alpha,” with a sly wink.

Steve rolls his eyes and turns his attention back to the Omega in his arms, surprised to see Bucky grinning at him and definitely more aware than he thought.

Well. There’s definitely time to change that.

“Whatcha smilin’ at, baby?” he teases, grabbing Bucky’s wrists around his back.

Bucky shakes his head in denial, but is still looking up at Steve with so much adoration that his heart aches.

“Just happy, Alpha.”

Tony returns at that moment, signaling that the room is set up for the scene and aftercare. Steve takes a moment to breathe and look into Bucky’s eyes, searching for any hesitation, and steps back, satisfied.

“Kneel for me, Omega.”

Since the first time Bucky kneeled for him in middle school, Steve has never felt more at peace than when his sub, his Omega, gracefully drops to his knees in perfect submission. He hears Tony swear under his breath, and he has to agree. Nothing is quite as beautiful as his submissive.

He addresses Tony next, “Strip him, Beta,” the Beta nods and begins with his shirt. Once the t-shirt is tossed away, Steve gestures to the ropes and mutters star harness to get Tony moving.

As the Beta begins binding Bucky’s arms behind his back and ropes around his chest, Steve focuses back on his Omega.

Bucky’s eyes are wide and clear, and his lips are red from where he’s bitten them to keep quiet. Steve traces a finger down his face, admiring his features and the pretty flush, and stops underneath his chin. His thumb rests on Bucky’s lower lip, and pulls down slightly.

“It’s all yours, baby.”

Bucky leans forward as far as he can in Tony’s hold and sucks his thumb in, letting his eyes flutter closed as he hums and smiles around Steve’s finger.

Tony looks up, taking in the view, and moans, “Oh, Alpha, he’s so pretty. Look at those lips.”

“Hear that, Omega? What do you tell your Beta?”

Bucky pulls off with a pop.

“Thank you, Beta, please—”

Steve shuts him up with two fingers this time, working them underneath his tongue and tracing the lines of his teeth, the roof of his mouth. He works them into a rhythm— aware that the shallow thrusts of his fingers are a promise for something larger later on.

Tony is about halfway finished with the ties, so Steve pushes Bucky off his fingers, laughing at how he collapses back into Tony’s arms. Bucky is panting, eyes blown wide and foggy. Damn, his sub has such an oral fixation. He knew that his fingers— plus the ropes— would put him in subspace fast.

He always enjoys a challenge.

As Bucky tries to reorient himself, Steve pulls his own shirt off, tossing it away, and undoes his fly. Tony pauses to watch, and Steve makes eye contact with his Beta as he pulls himself out.

“Like whatcha see, Beta?” he teases, grabbing the base of his cock, and slapping it once, twice against his left hand, “wanna get on your knees for me, too?”

It’s an offer that Tony usually laughs off— uninterested in submitting to Steve in that way— so he’s surprised when Tony finishes the final knot and drops to his knees next to Bucky. He drags the Omega closer to where Steve’s standing, and licks his lips obscenely.

“Only if you promise to share, Alpha.”

Steve groans, and steps closer. He meets Tony halfways as his Beta places a soft kiss to the tip, ducking down and licking a teasing strip up his length. Bucky whines— eager to taste, but always such a good boy— and wouldn’t dare to take any without permission.

Tony sinks down, slowly, over the head and suckles lightly, refusing to take more into his mouth. He pulls off and does it again— barely applying stimulation as he winks and grins around his mouthful.

Steve has to refrain from fucking his frustration into Tony’s face, and pulls out.

He reaches forward to tangle his fingers into Tony’s hair, and sees the challenge in his Beta’s eyes. Do it goes unsaid, so Steve turns Tony’s face to the side, patting his cheek gently with the underside of his cock. Tony growls, and Steve releases him.

“Get undressed, Tony, and don’t fuck with me. If you can’t be a good boy, you won’t get rewards.”

Tony groans and reaches down to grip himself through his jeans, “Dammit, Alpha.” but stands up to follow his command regardless.

Ignoring the bratty dom, Steve looks down into Bucky’s eyes.

And wow.

He’s gone.

Usually the Omega would laugh at their banter— but like this, all he has is sweet, pliant submissive at his feet.

Bucky looks so hungry, and Steve can tell that he’s only making eye contact as a courtesy to Steve, because he’s so good.

He reaches both hands out to pull Bucky in close, and coos at the pained whimper from his Omega.

“Hungry, baby? Want me to fuck that pretty face?”

It’s barely a question he needs an answer for, letting the pleas of yes, please Alpha, oh my god please, yes wash over him as he slides into Bucky’s mouth.

“Fuck, baby, this mouth,” he praises, holding Bucky’s hair back and using it as a handle to fuck deeper.

It’s so hot. So wet. His cock hits the back of Bucky’s throat and he holds it there, waiting for a gag before pulling away. He lets Bucky breath before picking up his pace— careful to alternate between hitting his throat and the inside of his cheek as Bucky relaxes his jaw, getting used to the rhythm.

Bucky tries hard to take Steve deeper and deeper, but the Alpha knows it’s in vain. He chokes as Steve holds him in place after a particularly strong thrust, and Steve can’t help groaning in pleasure as he feels Bucky’s spit drip down over his balls.

Tears gather around his eyes, and Steve shushes Bucky as he wipes them away.

“So good, Buck. So pretty for me. Take my cock so well.”

He releases Bucky, letting the Omega fall back on his heels and heave to catch his breath as he checks on Tony— only slightly irritated to find the Beta lounging across the bed, totally bare, and slowly stroking his cock.

“Just enjoying the show,” Tony quips, gesturing to where Bucky is still recovering, “should I leave you two to finish, or…?”

The question is purposely unfinished, and Steve growls.

“Your mouth is gonna get you in trouble, Beta. Get over here and finish prepping him, alright?”

Tony just laughs and moves across the room to help Bucky to his feet, dragging him over to their favorite part of the blue room— the wall length, floor to ceiling mirror that faces their “kinky sex couch,” as Tony likes to call it. He’s so gentle as he strips Bucky’s sweatpants and underwear, giving him a few kisses before coaxing the Omega back to his knees in front of the couch, keeping his back to the mirror.

Steve drops his own pants as Tony grabs the blindfold, and he decides now is a good time to check in.

“We’re going to blindfold you, Omega. Color?”

He waits as Bucky concentrates on giving him an answer, “Green, Alpha.”

“Good boy,” he praises, nodding for Tony to tie it around the back of Bucky’s head. When the blindfold is in place, Steve checks in again, “everything dark, Omega?”

“Mm yes, Alpha. Please—"

“Hush. Tony’s gonna get you on edge and plug you up, baby, but you’re not gonna come. Then I’m gonna fuck 'im, and you’re going to stay quiet— do you understand?”

“Oh my god, yes Alpha.”

Tony chuckles and Steve can’t help but smile at the eagerness behind Bucky’s words.

“Such a good boy, Buck,” Steve turns to Tony, “work him open and keep him on edge, Beta— I’ll get you ready.”

“Yeah, Alpha,”

Tony moves to kneel behind Bucky, tossing the container of lube over to Steve as all three men end up on the padded floor. Steve watches as Tony pushes on Bucky’s shoulders, guiding him to rest his chest on the ground, presenting him in his bondage.

Steve hooks his chin over Tony’s shoulder, watching the Beta’s fingers run across smooth skin, spreading Bucky’s cheeks and thumbing at his tight hole. One of his hands reaches lower— pulling Bucky’s smaller package behind his thighs, giving his cock a few strokes, before nudging his legs closed to trap everything behind him.

“Fuck, Tony that’s pretty. Look at how hard he is, poor baby.”

The Beta continues petting their Omega, earning sweet moans and cries, until he can gather enough slick to push a finger inside. He starts working open the dripping hole, and Steve decides to start on his own task.

It’s always a fun challenge to work on Tony’s hole— dry and tight as it always is. Coating a few of his fingers with the slick, he keeps his view of Bucky over Tony’s shoulder, and reaches down with both hands. His left hand grips Tony around the base of his cock, earning him a groan as the Beta’s hips flex forward into Steve’s hand. As he strokes Tony, letting his mate fuck into his fist, he slides his right hand down and circles around his rim.

“Shit, Steve. C’mon, gimme more, Alpha,” Tony begs, and Steve mouths at his neck.

“Not sure if you deserve more, sweetheart. Maybe I’ll tie you up too, make you watch as I knot our Omega, hm?”

Tony wriggles in his hold, burying his fingers deeper into Bucky’s ass as the Omega cries out, and the Beta pushes back into Steve’s lap, “You’re mean tonight, Alpha. Let’s get your dick in my ass and see how you feel after.”

Steve pushes two digits into Tony, knocking him forward into Bucky, and pushes down against his prostate.

“Fuck, Steve—“

He ignores the cry and works to get Tony prepared as fast as he can. He can feel Tony clenching and unclenching, shaking with the effort of staying still and submitting as Steve holds him down, fucking him open with two, then three fingers.

After another moment, he twists his hand around as he withdraws, and brings his palm down flat, sharp, before standing to his feet.

The slap resonates, as well as Tony’s howl, and Steve expects it when the Beta jumps to his feet, face red and fists clenched.

“You absolute—“

“— mind your place, Beta,” he growls, pushing Tony out of his face, “get our Omega ready and sit on my lap. If you’re angry, ride me like you mean it.”

Tony glares for a moment longer before turning, picking up the vibrating plug and pressing it firmly into Bucky’s dripping hole. Steve sits on the couch, angling to get a good view in the mirror, as Bucky is settled in between his legs.

While Tony gets him kneeling on a pillow, Steve gives his Omega a deep kiss, pleased when Bucky sighs into his mouth and lets Steve take. Bucky is always so responsive when his senses are limited, and Steve feels his vision narrowing— the need to take control and command overwhelming him.

There’s a hand on his shoulder, and Steve pulls back. He leans back on the couch, relaxing as he drinks in the sight and scent of his sinfully gorgeous mates surrounding him, and offers a hand to Tony.

It’s only a second before Tony is settled and wrapping his arms around Steve’s neck, but that’s not what Steve wants.

“No, Beta,” he growls, and Tony hums in question, “turn.”

Understanding flashes over Tony’s face and he smirks, flipping around to give Steve a perfect view from behind.

He strokes himself twice, coating his length with remaining slick, before lining up with Tony’s entrance.

“Oh— oh, Alpha, shit you’re so big, fuck Steve—“ Tony babbles as he sits, inch by inch, on Steve’s cock, squeezing it tight as Steve grips his hips.

Steve forces himself to sit up taller, and yes.

This is why they built the blue room.

The view in the mirror is dizzying. Over Tony’s shoulder, he can see the long length of Bucky’s back, all the way down to the plug nestled in between his cheeks. He can see the way Tony’s cock, hard and leaking, drags across Bucky’s face as he rocks back and forth on Steve’s lap. And he can see Tony’s face— screwed up tight in pleasure— as his beautiful body works Steve’s cock like it’s his job.

Oh, his mates are stunning.

“Yeah Tony, take what you want, sweetheart. Look at me… no, baby— in the mirror. Yes, oh yes, Beta, so deep and hot,” Tony groans at Steve’s talk, and the Alpha moves a hand to tip his chin down,

“Look at ‘im, Beta. Look at how hungry, fuckin’ desperate, he is for your cock. Bucky, baby, stick out your tongue— oh, fuck—”

Like a good boy, Bucky does as he’s told. Each time Tony slams back into Steve’s lap, his cock slaps down on Bucky’s lips, face, tongue. And the Omega— he chases it, whining each time he can’t catch a whole mouthful.

“Perfect Omega, oh look at your mouth, fuck,” Tony pants out, speeding up and throwing his head back onto Steve’s shoulder, “Steve, Alpha— please. I’m gonna, holy shit I’m gonna come—“

“C’mon, Tony— do it,” he growls out, pistoning his hips harder as his cock slams deeper into Tony’s hole, and slaps Tony’s hand away as he reaches for himself.

“No, Beta. Just like this— look at him, Tony. Come on his face,” he sees Bucky open his mouth further, “beg for it, Omega. Tell ‘im how much you want it, baby.”

The dam breaks, and their Omega chokes on a long string of high pitched begging, “Oh hhh Beta, please I need it so bad, please, oh god, Beta come on me, pleaa ase—"

Tony’s rhythm falters and he tightens around Steve, digging his fingernails into his thighs, and howls.

His come erupts in waves, hitting Bucky across the mouth, face, and even his hair, dripping down to land on his chest. Steve reaches forward to wring the last of Tony’s orgasm out of him, shaking the last few drops onto Bucky’s tongue as the Omega eagerly swallows them down and whispers thank you, Beta.

Tony drops, boneless, back onto Steve’s lap, and inadvertently impales himself on Steve’s cock. Both of them groan— Tony from overstimulation and Steve from denial— until Steve rolls Tony off of him to lay on the couch.

After a moment of recovery, where Steve slips Bucky’s blindfold off his eyes and whispers praises to his sweet submissive, Tony finally rolls over and blinks back into awareness.

“Damn, Alpha. One day you’re gonna kill me on your dick, I swear.”

Steve smiles, but makes an aborted move to remind the Beta of the rest of their plans.

Tony nods, “Steve, untie him while I move the couch.”

“Yes, Beta.”

Steve gets behind Bucky and starts to untie the restraints, edging Bucky firmly with one of his hands until the Omega is shaking in his arms, panting for his release. He works Bucky up two more times, denying him at the last moment, before the restraints are off and Tony has the couch moved.

Tony stands in front of them, pulling Bucky to his feet and carefully massaging his arms as the submissive sways in between them. Tony is always so sweet with Bucky, and today is no different— he presses long, chaste kisses to his lips until the Omega is giggling, squirming in their arms.

Steve lets himself be led over to the couch while keeping a steadying hand on Bucky, and is mildly impressed with how Tony situated them. He turned it about thirty degrees counterclockwise, changing the angle so that when Tony bends Bucky over the arm of the couch and Steve kneels behind him, both Alpha and Omega are in full sight of each other.

“Oh, Beta— this is perfect, damn—” Steve swears, pulling the still vibrating plug out of his mate and running the head of his cock through the slick pouring out of Bucky.

Tony smiles, lifting Bucky’s face to look into his eyes, “Alright sweet boy, Stevie’s gonna knot you and let you come, okay? And you’re gonna keep me warm in your mouth, watching Alpha the whole time in the mirror. Color?”

Both of them sigh out, “Green, Beta,” before Tony instructs,

“Gimme a taste, Steve.”

Confused, Steve looks back to his Beta, “... a taste, Beta?”

Tony laughs, leering, “He looks so sweet, Rogers— wanna give me a taste?”

Oh.

“Oh.”

Steve dips down and licks from head to hole, gathering as much of Bucky’s slick as possible on his tongue, before leaning forward and shoving all of it into Tony’s mouth. He gets a surprised grunt, and then a moan as their tongues tangle together, the Beta sucking eagerly to taste as much as possible.

Tony then leans down, holding Bucky in place as he trades a similar kiss with the Omega. Steve hears a curse from Bucky, likely in response to tasting himself in Tony’s mouth, before the Beta pulls away.

Steve is achingly hard, but waits for permission to fuck his perfect Omega.

Tony gives it, “Fuck him, Alpha,” and Steve slams into Bucky, sighing in satisfaction.

He starts at an unforgiving pace, gripping tight onto Bucky’s hips and pulling the Omega back to meet each thrust as he watches Tony slips his soft cock into Bucky’s waiting mouth.

“Watch, Alpha.” and Steve’s head shoots up— first to Tony, and then to the mirror— watching Bucky’s face as he holds Tony around the waist and takes him deep, keeps him warm. Steve feels his knot starting to expand as he drives deeper and deeper into his mate, and almost explodes on the spot when Bucky locks eyes with him.

Apparently this is too much for Bucky. His grip tightens on Tony’s waist, and the Beta looks down in alarm, and then in amusement as he sees the desperate look in Bucky’s eyes. He pulls out of Bucky’s mouth and shoves his shoulders, causing Bucky to sit up tall and then sink further onto Steve’s cock. Steve holds both of his arms back to keep him in place.

Bucky yelps, and cries out, “— Beta, please, ‘m gonna come— I can’t, please please, oh my god,”

Tony reaches out, grabs his nipples, and twists.

“Come for me, Omega.”

Steve focuses on pounding into Bucky’s prostate as he seizes up, sobbing loudly, and comes apart in one long tremor.

It’s too much. Steve thrusts in until he feels his knot catch, and sinks his teeth into Bucky’s shoulder as his orgasm sweeps through him. He’s distantly aware of the way his Omega’s hole spasms wildly, milking every drop, as he spills deep into his mate.

As they come down together, he realizes how much he adores holding his Omega close, kissing around his neck and breathing in their combined scents. His arms are wrapped around his Omega’s body, safe, and he feels Tony move them, laying horizontal across the couch. He takes care to feed them sips of water and cover them both with a blanket as they both drift off together.

For a few moments, Tony leaves the room, and Bucky snuggles closer instinctually. Both of them usually need a good amount of time to come up after a scene, so he enjoys the high he feels protecting and caring for his Omega.

Steve.

He’s so in love with his mates. He continues whispering sweet things to the perfect Omega in his arms—

“Steve.”

What?

“Hey, Steve, I’m so sorry but you have to come back up.”

“... Tony?”

“Yeah, Steve. Look at me, and eat this— we need to talk.”

Steve looks up and sees Tony kneeling, fully dressed, in front of them. He’s holding out a small plate that Steve knows contains their favorite post scene snacks.

He pulls Bucky up and into his lap, wrapping an arm around his waist to steady them as Tony helps him eat through the plate. Afterwards, he drinks a full bottle of water and Tony talks while they wait for Steve’s knot to go down.

“So, we’ve got a bit of a situation,” he starts, passing over another bottle of water, “Clint is here.”

Steve’s glad he has an Omega on his lap, or he would have fallen off the couch,

“What time is it?” he asks urgently.

“No, it’s… it’s only five, and they aren’t supposed to be here until seven, I know.”

“Okay, so what’s wrong?”

Tony looks sheepish, “He wants to talk to you—” a pause, “— alone.”

Steve looks down to where Bucky is still firmly seated in his lap and raises an eyebrow.

“I know,” Tony shakes his head, upset, “I told him you guys are knotted together—”

“— Tony, no—”

“— and he said he’s not in a rush. So bring Bucky up enough to get him settled with me, take a shower, and then go talk to him, okay? I’ll go sit with him until then— we get along, it should be fine.”

Steve nods along and watches as Tony runs from the room again. Shit. He is totally unprepared to see Clint right now.

One thing at a time.

“Bucky, baby. Sweetheart. Pretty Omega, it’s time to come up now,” he drawls, squeezing Bucky’s arms and hands to help him reorient himself.

“... S’eve? Wha’s happin’n?”

“Shh Buck, it’s okay. Just need you with me now. My knot's going down, and then you and Tony are gonna snuggle together. You hear me, baby?”

“Mmm, yes Alpha... love Tony s’much,” he’s still slurring, but when Steve looks into the mirror at their reflection, he’s met with clear blue eyes, blinking back into consciousness.

“Thank you, Bucky, love you so much.” he’s careful not to praise too heavily— Bucky needs to come back into his head, and too much praise will push him back into subspace.

Both of them gasp as Steve’s knot suddenly releases, his soft cock slipping from Bucky’s body along with a steady stream of their combined release.

He hears Bucky mumble something, and he turns the Omega to find him smiling.

“What was that, Buck?”

“Don’t I look sweet, Rogers? Wanna gimme a taste?” and Bucky loses it, throwing his head back and letting his body shake with laughter. Steve can’t help but chuckle along, leaning forward to press their lips together and swallow the sweet sounds coming out of his mate.

Bucky grabs his arms, and Steve murmurs, “I don’t think that’s really what you want, jerk,” as Bucky tries to kiss him again. Instead, Steve pulls away and grabs for the wipes, grinning at the disgusted face he gets in return.

He takes the utmost care in cleaning up the come on Bucky’s face, chest, stomach, around his groin and dripping out of his ass. There’s even some in between his toes. It always makes Bucky blush to be so intimately cared for, but for Steve, it’s his absolute favorite part of their aftercare.

As much as he loves getting his mate dirty, he’s obsessed with being the one to clean him up again.

He lifts Bucky from the couch and tucks him in the bed, pressing the call button on the side table to get Tony back in the room before he leaves Bucky’s side. With how often Bucky’s been dropping, he doesn’t want to take the risk of leaving him alone.

There’s a soft knock at the door, and Tony enters before Steve can say anything— coming right to the bed and removing layers, before climbing in to spoon Bucky from behind.

“Go on, Steve. I’ve got him.”

Steve leans forward, kissing both of his mates, before taking off for the ensuite shower.

He’s gonna need a clear head for this conversation.

---

Tony’s cleaning up their scene when he hears a knock on the door.

He looks down and swears. Neither of his mates are even close to up, and he feels horrible leaving them.

There’s a second knock, and Tony decides to see who it is before finishing with his Alpha and Omega. He pulls the blanket tight around the pair, and yanks on sweatpants and a nearby shirt before heading out of the room and to the front door.

He absently notes that he’s in Steve’s clothes. Perfect.

“Now’s not the time—” he starts, whipping open the front door, and goes still at the visitor in front of him.

“Wow, considering the horny-pack smell, I guess you’re right,” Clint Barton flashes a cocky smile, and holds out flowers and a six pack of beer, “I come in peace.”

Tony looks behind him, around the front yard, before staring at Clint in confusion,

“You’re early.”

Clint laughs, but Tony can see him fidget— nervous. Huh.

“Yeah, I know. I’m— can I come in? This shouldn’t take long.”

Tony shakes his head and crosses his arms, “I’ve got a pack to care for right now, Clint. If you’re just here to smooze my Omega—”

“I want to talk to Steve.”

Clint lowers his eyes, and Tony realizes he’s close to tears. He can relate. This younger Beta is almost as good at hiding his emotions as Tony is himself, and whatever he’s come here for is heavy enough to break through his carefully constructed walls.

He sighs, “Why? What do you need from my Alpha?”

“Nothing. I just— Peter was supposed to tell you, but I need to meet him before I let… before my pack—”

Ah, Tony understands, he’s scared.

Of course, with the conversation they had earlier and a break for their scene, Peter had not mentioned Clint’s visit. But Tony softens, regardless, and moves aside to let Clint come in. He takes the flowers and lets Clint carry the beer as they walk down the front hall and into the main living room.

Tony points for Clint to take a seat, and searches the kitchen for a vase. The flowers are purple, all purple. Delicate lavender roses, and two other, smaller blossoms that Tony doesn’t recognize. One of them looks like lavender, but the petals remind him more of lilies.

As he drops them in a vase and adds water, he asks, “What, uh, types are these?”

Clint jumps back up and walks around the counter, pushing slightly into Tony’s space.

He touches the smaller, violet flowers—

“Iris, for hope.”

Next, the taller clusters—

“Hyacinth, for regret and sorrow.”

Lastly, he strokes the roses and takes one out, handing it to Tony—

“Lavender roses, for love at first sight.”

Damn.

This Beta has game.

Tony takes the rose without hesitation, breathing it in deeply. He uses their height difference to peer up at the taller Beta through the petals and through his lashes, fluttering them a few times, and watches as Clint’s eyes widen in shock. Tony puts the flower back into the vase and steps in closer, using the counter as leverage to stand up on his toes.

He croons into Clint’s ear, “Get comfortable, hot shot. I’ll go get my Alpha for you.”

Without waiting for an answer, he swivels back and struts out of the room, residual hot spice lingering as he leaves.

Pushing back into the blue room, he almost swoons at the sight of his Alpha and Omega still sweetly intertwined on the couch. Bucky is completely out— mouthing lightly at Steve’s thumb, which, fuckin’ cute— and Steve has his eyes shut, whispering and kissing reassurances into the back of Bucky’s neck.

It pains him to wake them up, but he has to get his Alpha moving.

“Steve,” he calls, rounding the couch and crouching in front of them.

No movement, only a continued stream of unintelligible mush.

“Steve.” he tries raising his voice, hopeful when a hazy blue eye cracks open.

“Hey, Steve, I’m so sorry but you have to come back up.”

“... Tony?” his Alpha looks so adorably confused, and he tries to keep his voice calm and demanding. He reaches over to pick up a few of the snacks he had set out earlier, thankful that most of them are still cold, and chooses to try and feed him the cheese cubes first.

“Yeah, Steve. Look at me,” okay, a small reaction this time, “and eat this— we need to talk.”

He finally gets eye contact, probably due to his tone. Steve visibly reorients himself— shaking his head, squinting to focus on Tony, and then trying to sit up.

There’s a moment where Tony can tell he forgot about his dick firmly knotted into their Omega’s ass, and both men end up groaning when Steve moves too fast. Tony puts the cheese down and reaches to steady them, settling Bucky into Steve’s lap and rewrapping him in their blanket, before handing the plate to Steve as he makes grabby-hands at Tony.

Each piece Steve eats brings him into further awareness. After a half dozen are consumed, Tony wordlessly trades the cheese for Ritz crackers and carrots. His Alpha is such a dope— but, Tony has to admit, his one of the most gorgeous men on the planet.

He hands Steve a bottle of water which the Alpha drinks in one long pull, licking his lips and shifting Bucky so that the sleeping Omega is nestled into his shoulder, under his chin.

“So, we’ve got a bit of a situation,” Tony starts,

Steve’s head shoots up, staring into his eyes as Tony tries to pass him another bottle as a peace offering,

“Clint is here.”

He’s glad the bottle of water is unopened, or Bucky might have gotten a rude awakening as Steve flinches, whipping around to look at the door, grabbing wildly for his phone, and then steadying Bucky when the smaller man whimpers at his sudden movement.

“What time is it?”

Tony checks his phone quickly, “No, it’s… it’s only five,” he tries to grab Steve’s arm to calm him down, “they aren’t supposed to be here until seven, I know.”

“Okay, so what’s wrong?”

Tony definitely didn’t mean to freak his Alpha out, especially since Clint looked terrified to come over so early. Best to just give Steve the information and let him figure it out.

“He wants to talk to you—”

A confused and expectant look from Steve.

“— alone. I know— I told him you guys are knotted together—”

“— Tony, no—” Steve tries to interrupt him, but Tony has to take some control back,

“— and he said he’s not in a rush. So bring Bucky up enough to get him settled with me, take a shower, and then go talk to him, okay? I’ll go sit with him until then. We get along, it should be fine.”

Before Steve can protest his plan, he dumps the rest of the food onto the table and jogs back out of the room, hoping that Steve will use the buzzer when he needs Tony to come and take over.

Sliding into the kitchen, he sees Clint rifling through their bookcase and drinking a sparkling water. He doesn’t even seem ashamed to be caught, and continues his leisurely search.

“You guys have a ton of like, war memoirs and shit.”

“... yeah, both of my mates served. Hence—” he gestures generally at both the bookcase and the panel of medals hanging nearby.

Clint walks over to the display and looks vaguely impressed, “Damn.”

“I would say help yourself to a drink, but I see you’ve done that already.”

“Yeah, well, your spicy water is shit, Tony.”

A shocked laugh bursts out of him, “Good thing I don’t drink it then. I buy those for Bucky—”

“— really? I’m shocked he drinks something with so little sugar.”

Tony shrugs, making his way over to the coffee maker to start a pot for them later, “I think drinking them makes him feel fancy, or something,” he flips on the machine and turns back to Clint, “also— spicy water?”

Clint looks so smug as he walks away from the bookcase and back towards the kitchen, taking a seat at one of the bar stools.

“That’s what Peter calls it.”

Ohh, noo. A small pained noise comes from inside Tony��s soul as he grabs at his heart, swooning from the utter cuteness of his mate— his adorable, tiny, breathtakingly sweet Omega that calls bubbly water spicy—

Clint, the bastard, is laughing at him, still sipping the offending drink as Tony tries to keep himself from crying at the mention of his boyfriend, the cutest man to ever walk the earth.

He points an accusing finger at Clint, “You hush. I know you think it’s adorable, too. I can’t help it that I’m in lo—” woops, nope, wait, “—over my head with this perfection of a human being.”

Of course Clint heard his mistake, and scoots closer to Tony, a shit-eating grin blooming over his face, “You’re in what, Tony?”

“Nope, not yet. I didn’t say it, therefore, I will not admit to it, okay? And you— you didn’t hear anything, got it?”

The dumb Beta is laughing again and Tony decides to ignore him, grabbing a mug and filling it up with the freshly brewed coffee. He slides the cup over to Clint with a pleading look, and sees the Beta’s expression soften.

He grabs the coffee with a pat to Tony’s hand, “Hey, hey, don’t do that. Your secret’s safe with me.”

Tony stares at him for another moment, watching him for any trace of joking, before a sharp buzzer startles both of them.

“You expecting someone else?” Clint asks, looking towards the front door.

Tony’s already moving back to the blue room, “No, that’s Steve. He’ll be out in a second, okay? Just sit tight,” and runs back down the hall, leaving Clint in the kitchen.

He knocks on the door, giving Steve a warning, before walking in, gently closing the door behind himself.

His mates are separated, thank god, and have moved to the bed. Bucky is dozing underneath layers of blankets that Steve has piled on top of him, and Steve is sitting, still completely bare, on the bed and stroking his hair. He barely gives Tony a glance— so Tony strips out of the sweats and t-shirt, walking around the bed to slide in behind Bucky.

“Go on, Steve. I’ve got him.”

He wraps his arms around Bucky’s waist and holds him close, closing his eyes to the feeling of his Omega, naked and sated, warm in his arms as he barely registers Steve kissing his hair and leaving the room.

“... Tones, ‘s that you?” Bucky sounds so sleepy and soft, and Tony nuzzles in closer, inhaling his HappyContentSleepyOmega scent like the sweetest drug.

“Yeah, sweetheart. You comin’ up?” he trails his fingers down Bucky’s left side, reaching lower to cup him securely between his legs, holding the soft Omega cock and balls in one hand.

He gets a small noise in response and can’t help pulling him closer, tangling their legs together and humming into Bucky’s neck.

They stay like that for a few moments— Tony listening to their synchronized breathing and Bucky’s resting heartbeat— until a low rumbling starts beneath his hands, building in intensity, and causing Tony to close his eyes in satisfaction as he’s slowly surrounded by Bucky’s purr.

On instinct, he holds Bucky tighter, squeezing between his legs, and sinks his teeth into his Omega’s neck.

“So good for me, Bucky. Damn, I love you so much.”

Something about his praise and confession must resonate deeply with his Omega, because Bucky starts to tremble and arch back into Tony’s hold. Tony shifts, feeling Bucky firm up in his hand, but knows they shouldn’t do this so soon after a scene, while Bucky is fighting sleep and subspace.

Tony gives him one last squeeze before releasing his hold, turning Bucky on his back, and resting his head on his hand to peer down at his mate. Bucky’s face is still relaxed, eyes closed.

“Bucky, I’m gonna move you, okay?” Tony says, looking for any discomfort.

Finding none, Tony stands up, making his way to Bucky’s side of the bed. He throws the blankets off and scoops him up into a princess carry, letting Bucky curl into his chest before heading for the door.

He checks the hallway, just in case, and hurries them both to the master bedroom. Tony can hear muted voices from the living room, but knowing his Alpha, it may be another hour or so before they finish their conversation. Bucky is still purring into his chest as he makes his way across their den, and he grabs a fresh bottle of water.

Settling them into the den, Tony closes the curtains and sits up against the headboard. He pulls Bucky to rest in between his legs with their chests pressed together, content to take his weight as the Omega continues to purr.

Tony spends a while scent-marking his mate and checking for injuries. Especially around his shoulders— he makes sure to massage out any tightness remaining from the ropes earlier, scratching through his scalp and making a note to suggest Bucky grow his hair long. He loves the way the auburn curls tangle in his fingers. He knows that Steve loves tugging on them too.

For a moment, Tony thinks Bucky might be coming back up. The purring stops and he starts to wiggle, making small grunting noises. His face scrunches up and scent starts to fill with Confusion and Distress, so Tony shushes him quietly, rocking them back and forth while whispering mindless praises until he settles down again.

Sometime later— maybe a half hour, maybe longer— Tony’s jostled awake.

He immediately tightens his hold on his mate, turning them away from the threat. When he finds the source he relaxes. Steve is hovering next to them, grinning in amusement and laughing at Tony’s overreaction.

Bucky smiles up at him as well, “Strong Beta,” he teases, and Tony growls playfully, rolling them away from Steve so that he can sit on top of Bucky’s hips.

“Damn straight.”

He leans down, stealing a kiss as Steve groans and starts tugging on his arm,

“Not now, Tony. We’ve got thirty minutes to talk before our guests come over, and we need to be focused.”

He exchanges a look with Bucky before jumping off the bed, catching his briefs as Steve tosses them over. God, he smells. He checks the clock on the nightstand and hurries up.

“Steve, I don’t know if we even have time to talk, and I definitely need a shower. Are we gonna cook? What on earth should we be wearing—”

“Hush, Tony,” Steve stops his spiraling, sorting through their drawers to pick out clothes for the evening, “it’s not even six yet, and they’ll be here in an hour. I’m going to put dinner in the oven— it’s already preheated— and you two will shower. Separately,” he gives them both a stern look, “and then we’ll spend some time in Bucky’s nest until our guests get here.”

Tony nods, already walking over to grab the clothes Steve laid out for him.

“I’ll… I’ll use the shower in the blue room,” he drops a quick peck on Bucky’s cheek and accepts one from Steve before taking off down the hall.

---

Within twenty minutes they are all dressed, Steve’s mystery meal is cooking in the oven, and Bucky is crawling into his nest— inviting them inside with a bottle of wine and expensive truffles.

“I’m gonna set an alarm, Stevie, so get talkin’. What did Clint say?” Bucky reclines back, adjusting the blankets and cushions around them, and opens up the bottle of wine, drinking from the top until Steve gasps and takes it from him.

“You’re literally a child, Bucky. Grab a glass,” Steve helps pass out and pour glasses for all of them and starts to explain, “You both know that Clint has issues with Dominant Alphas, and that’s why he dropped during your first date, right?”

Both of them nod— Peter had explained it briefly to them on their second date together.

“Well… apparently he told Peter he wants to give me a chance. He explained some of his past to me, and gave me permission to tell you both.”

They recline back and open up the truffles— sipping on pink wine because, well, Bucky.

“He grew up in an intimate pack with a Dominant Alpha and Submissive Omega. His parents were both Betas in the pack, and there were four mates total. He thinks there was resentment against his parents because the pack Alpha and Omega couldn’t pup, but his mom and dad had two. His dad died when he was a kid, and he was bullied— hit and abused by his Alpha— all the way until he presented Versatile in sixth grade. At that point his Alpha tried to dominate and almost— damn, almost knotted him. He hadn’t even fully presented yet, and his fucking Alpha tried to mate him.”

Steve looks visibly sick, and Tony feels the same. Bucky makes a distressed noise and curls up closer to both of them, “Fuck, Stevie— what the hell.”

“I know, I know— I didn’t. I had no idea what to say. Apparently his mom and their pack Omega saved him just in time and brought him over to a family friend. None of his family is alive now, besides his brother, because his pack was bonded together and died when his Alpha did— drunk in a car accident.”

The silence is heavy, and Tony feels shocked. Not only did this dick-wad Alpha terrorize and hurt Clint, but he’s also the reason Clint lost his whole family. Damn. No wonder he was so hurt to find out about Steve so many weeks ago. It was probably a major slap in the face by his pack, who he thought he could trust.

“Stevie,” Bucky is wiping away tears, and looking devastated as he gets their Alpha’s attention, “is he— why did he tell you all of that?”

Steve pulls him closer, nosing through his hair, “He said he trusts Peter and wants to get to know me, because he knows Peter is going to end up with us… and he wants to end up with Peter.”

“Oh,”

“And you,” Steve cracks a smile, messing up Bucky’s hair and nudging Tony with a foot, “he said you’re a good kisser, Buck.”

“Hey!”

“You should have seen them, Alpha,” Tony says with a fake serious tone that has Bucky sputtering, “Peter had to scruff them, otherwise they would have turned the whole room into an orgy.”

Steve is laughing, and Bucky pushes him away, pouting, “You say that like you wouldn’t enjoy it.”

“Okay, okay,” their Alpha puts a stop to it before they have an opportunity to digress further, “come on, guys. Let’s figure out what to do about tonight.”

“Tonight?” Tony asks, “is he not coming now?”

“No, he— he is, I just don’t know if I should sit this one out.”

Bucky smacks him on the arm, “You’re such an idiot, Stevie.”

Tony nods in agreement, “Did he say he doesn’t want you there?”

“No, but—”

“Then what’s the issue?” Bucky sits up taller, giving Steve another push, “it sounds like Clint wants to give you a shot. The worst thing you could do is not show up for him tonight.”

“Bucky’s right,” Tony adds, “and we’re gonna be there to protect both of you, okay? Trust us?”

Steve looks down into his hands, picking at his nails and refusing to acknowledge them.

Bucky gives Tony a nudge.

Moving their wine to the side, Tony kicks his leg over Steve’s knees, settling firmly on his lap. His Alpha whips his head up, surprised, and grabs Tony’s hips. His arms come to rest around Steve’s neck, reminiscent of their position from earlier, and he scratches lightly at the short hair at the nape of his neck.

“Steve,” he starts, watching as Bucky shuffles closer and rests his head on Steve’s shoulder, “you are so strong, Alpha. You protect us and provide for us so well. But that’s not why we love you,” he jabs Steve’s chest, “we love you for your kindness, for your thoughtfulness. Steve— you are important to us because you are the best man we know. Just… give him a shot to love you too.”

There are tears in Steve’s eyes as he pulls Tony in for a hug, “Damn Tony, I love you so much, my Beta.”

“GROUP HUG,” Bucky hollers, and tackles them both to the ground, cackling wildly.

“Bucky, dammit!”

“Fuckin’ wild Omega—”

Riiiiiinng

The alarm chimes, just in time to break up their puppy pile. Tony smirks and pushes his mates off of him. He grabs the wine glasses and pops a truffle into his mouth, throwing back the rest of his drink, before crawling out of Bucky’s nest.

“Hey, Tony,” Steve’s voice calls, and Tony turns around to see his Alpha joining him on the walk to the kitchen.

“Yeah, Steve?”

Steve grabs his free hand and kisses his finger tips,

“Thank you, my Beta.”

“You deserve unconditional love, my Alpha. It’s never a hardship for us to give it to you.”

“I thought Stevie and I were bad— you guys are big ‘ol saps,” Bucky butts in, pushing past them and turning the lights out.

“C’mon idiots, I’m hungry.”

They follow him down the hall obediently, ready for whatever the night has in store.

#starker #stuckony #stucky #stony #smut #d/s fic #tw: past abuse #winteriron #clint barton #MiGLT #subspace #fluff #fanfic #tony stark #steve rogers #bucky barnes #mood board #omegaverse

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ALRIGHT LETS GIVE THIS POSTING THING A GO

MY REVAN TIME (one of them at least)

Also spoiler warning a guess for a game over a decade old? (Am I meant to say spoiler warning? Who knows not me)

(Please don’t yell at me about stats I do what I want)

Anyway first playthrough where I don’t stop and hard restart Tarris or Dantooine 13 times because choice reasons and me forgetting that stealth is useless and just letting the game auto level for me (learnt that the hard way), I’ve basically done Tatooine but I haven’t beaten the dragon yet cos I wanted to bugger off to another planet first and chose Kashyyyk. And I’m down in the shadow lands now (do not worry Zaalbar I WILL GET YOU BACK) and yeah that’s where I’m at.

ANYWAY, Shay or Shar Stalker (because the game won’t let me do non-binary) is a light side Revan. Good of heart dumb of ass and yet will still rob you dry if you place bets on a strategy game against them. Height wise around the 1.6m mark (5′3″ for the Americans). Prefers the double lightsaber look (currently got a short green one and a normal blue one for amnesia version). Not a flirt but definitely had something going on with my Exile in the past but that ended in the Mando war at some point… teenagers in war don’t usually do well mentally wise.. back story and post events of Kotor under the cut (also warning it’s long, like super long, and goes into their future story? As well)

SO BACKSTORY,

Shar got some Mando blood floating in their veins from some ancestor and that causes them to go full buir sometimes hence why Mission, Zaalbar, HK-47, T3-M4 and Juhani get bed time stores aboard the Ebon Hawk and chocolate space milk whenever they stop (Rev gets some too because who doesn’t love some good old Choccy milk), droid duo get cleaned basically daily while Bastila gets the bird for even thinking that this is a waste of time and resources.

Wait I said backstory… TEMPLE LIFE!

Rascal trio with Exile and Alek at their heels. All three, good of heart dumb of ass. Shar was a prodigy and excelled in basically all Jedi subjects at the time, was pretty popular with most people and just a nice person who didn’t stand for bullshit. Got into a few “heated” (honestly that’s an understatement) arguments with council members about how some things in the galaxy were handled but mostly had a positive response from people. At this time their main saber was purple and their off hand a short cyan. Joined the Republic in the Mandalorian wars a few months before their 17′th birthday. Didn’t not return to the Temple once after leaving for war.

The War 

(I should mention I get most of my knowledge from wiki skims (not deep reads) and other Tumblr posts so if it’s off canon… it’s my story and Star Wars is my sand box so I MAKE THE RULES HERE BABY!)

After many battles and the relationship between the battle trio growing stronger with time it was also weakening. At one point Shar and Exile had a romantic relationship going but only kept that going for a few months, they both decided that this was not the time to be doing this and if they both survived would actually give the lovers thing a shot (doesn’t happen). Throughout the war all three realise that they must make sacrifices to stop the war, the old saying “sacrifice one to save the many” is said often between the three at first before it becomes second nature. During one of the battles Shar’s cyan lightsaber is completely destroyed including the crystal being completely shattered. After taking the mantle of the Revanchist only uses the name Revan and never removes the helmet unless it’s only the trio and only then will respond to their old names. All three are slipping mentally in this war but have all managed to hold onto the Light side by trusting each other. After the mass shadow generator event Revan looses all contact with Exile (force and otherwise) and assumes death, despite it being Revan’s own order it’s a major pushing point towards the dark.

The End of the War

Revan faces off against Mandalore the Ultimate and slays him, in his dying breathe speaks of the Sith Empire growing in the Unknown Regions and how this war wasn’t only about giving the Mandalorian’s a good fight but also to weaken the republic for Ultimates Empire allies. Not many Mandalorians knew of the Sith truth behind the war and just followed their Mandalor’s word that this war would bring them the honour of a good fight, and it did in a way. After Revan learns of the empire growing hidden amongst uncharted routes, knew that the council would never believe them and so took matters into their own hands. Taking a fleet and insisting it was to chase down the last of the Mandalorian high command, Revan left for the unknown regions.

The Unknown 

Yeah everything went to shit. Rev and Alek get captured and Sith tortured and kind probed by old man Sith Emperor but in that time Revan gains acute knowledge via reverse mind prob, of how the Sith empire is running, where resources are coming from and key weak points. During this time Alek falls completely and Revan fains it for now. Torture continues for a good while until Revan makes the choice that they have been making all through out the war “sacrifice one to save the many”… Revan embraces the dark side and makes a plan, a plan to empower the known galaxy enough to destroy the “true” Sith empire by uniting it as their own Sith empire. Revan knows light will always rise to face the dark and that the light side is strong, someone will rise to take them down after the “true” Sith empire is defeated and only in death will Revan have fulfilled their promise to the unknown Mandalorian and finally be able to be one with the force. Revan embraces the dark fast and is soon sent off by the Sith emperor who thinks Revan is under his control to take control of the star forge and start building the Sith army in the known galaxy, Revan assumes command with now Malek as their right hand.

Beginning of Darth Revan

Basically what is described in the first Kotor game, Darth Duo go find star maps, get to forge, start fucking up the galaxy yadeyadeya. Malek pulls a sick move and fucks up Revan’s plan to stop the Sith Emperor and boom Amnesia time baby. Oh also during Sith times used a red and their old purple lightsaber but when they got captured by Bastila both lightsaber’s goy yoinked and locked up on Coruscant for simple reasons. 

No Memory Time Baby

Council is smart as fuck and call them Shay Stalker AKA their old name to see if that will reawaken light memories or thoughts in Revan and basically try and nudge amnesia Rev to stay lightside cos they don’t want to see their lost padawan fall back to the dark, (Jedi are a complicated subject), also ONLY SHAY no mention of their other name Shar at all! So that will cause problems later for poor Rev when they start remembering things :), basically the game from here on. Memories of a calm life on a farming planet before joining the military, lost both their siblings (AKA Alek and Exile) while away on service. Joined to stop the Sith from taking any more innocent lives. Throughout the game Shay try’s to help as many people as they can and choose the option that will benefit good and innocent people, constantly says fuck to corporations and nasty people, is not afraid to kill a bitch. As I haven’t completed the game fully (but I am planing a lightside finish and I’m not exactly sure when the “I am Revan” bit comes in I’m gonna leave this as it is. Oh and blue main saber and a short green saber with a crystal they managed to purify (AKA was red but returned to its natural colour through meditation and force cleansing, also helped by Bastila)

Memories

Like I said I haven’t finished the game yet BUT after the whole “oh fuck oh stars IM REVAN?????” Lots of shit starts to make sense and the force “spell” (I’m gonna call it spell) that repressed Revan’s memories had already begun to weaken somewhat before this point but this kinda opens the flood gates but not too far just enough for it to not make any sense at all. Team is there for Rev and the game finishes lightside. (Also I know I said this rev not gonna romance but this is post game stuff now and I just don’t wanna romance Bastila in game so yeah) ANYWAY, Revan and Bastila build a healthy relationship together and Revan starts to regain a lot of memories that their friends help them through. Revan remembers why they took the name Revan and actually goes to Coruscant to the high council to explain why they put on the helmet in the first place and the Council adheres to Revan’s request and returns the original helmet. The Star forged one stays in storage for now. Revan also requests their old armour and lightsabers to help regain memories as to why they fell, the council is hesitant at this request and only allows Revan to meditate with their old things at the main temple with a council member present. Over one or two years a lot comes back but there is still a few key dates, names, moments and details missing. Oh and Revan uses force powers to make Bastila preggers. IF BOBA FETT CAN SURVIVE A SARLAC AND PALPATINE CAN EXIST IN THE SEQUELS. REVAN CAN PULL FORCE BULLSHIT TOO!

The Unknown part 2: Electric boogaloo 

Revan finally remembers what made them go dark and realises they fucked up their own plans pretty bad and the Republic IS WORSE OFF THAN HOW IT STARTED COS OPPS REVAN ACCIDENTALLY KILLED A SHIT TON OF FORCE USERS LIGHT AND DARK SO yeah. Bastila was holding the brain cell of the force bond in this moment and Revan decides the best course of action is to go face the Emperor alone… fucking brilliant Revan how the fuck did you win the Mandalorian wars again my good sir? Revan tells Bastila that they (Rev) has been assigned a mission to infiltrate the remanence of Revan’s old Sith Empire and basically destroy it from within and that this mission is basically so hush hush that Bastila isn’t meant to know but Revan thought it only fair to say that they would be gone for potentially a long time for this mission and Bastila, unaware that this would be the last time she saw them, accepted this goodbye and hoped they would return before their baby was born. But Revan has always been a good lier… even to themselves. Without anymore fuss they left the Known Galaxy leaving all their friends and family behind never to be seen again to face off against the bitch that started it all. (I haven’t read the novels or played the SWTOR game and never plan to do either so again I say this is wiki knowledge that I’m doing what ever I please with that knowledge because Star Wars is a sand pit and I’m the kindy kid that’s decided to sit and play with it today)

Mmmmm Watcha SaaaaaaaAy

Revan gets their ass handed to them and imprisoned for three hundred years and tortured and mind probed AGAIN. Also cut off their connections to any other force user to ensure old dude couldn’t get to them as well. Absolutely not having a good time here. After the 300 years of PAIN the force within Revan gets so fucked up that their physicality splits into two entirely separate beings, Dark Revan and Light Revan. When this happens the prison breaks and Light Revan makes their escape and gets out barely alive while Dark Revan hangs back and swears allegiance to Sith Empire and starts plotting to overthrow old dude cos Sith. Light Revan makes it back to the council and they heal them and have a very hard time believing they are Revan until Revan perfectly describes a gift they gave Bastila before they left that now a descendent of Revan now owns. The council doesn’t understand how Revan split into two entire different beings but accept “the force acts in mysterious ways at times”. Revan is FINALLY given knighthood and helps prepare the republic for the Sith Empire that hasn’t attacked yet but definitely will soon. And this is where Tarre comes in.

Mando Time Yeah!

My Tarre will get his own beefy post (def not as big as this one) maybe tomorrow or the next day so for now it’s just what Tarre does and means to Revan. ANYWHO, Tarre becomes Light Revan’s padawan. (I should mention that Light Revan despite being called Light Revan is leaning towards a grey area within the force but isn’t down right evil like dark Revan is. Dark Revan is killing puppies of an endangered species cos their bored evil). Tarre is Revan’s padawan and becomes a knight. Revan enjoys teaching Tarre about the force and understanding how Tarre was brought up a Mandalorian and with the peace between Jedi and Mandalorian’s at this point was welcomed into the Jedi temple later than most. Revan raises Tarre like he is their own son/little brother and they form an extremely powerful force bond because of it. I’ll go in depth on Tarre’s post but Tarre still gets Mando training for 4 months of the year but the jedi training is the rest of the year. Revan joins Tarre when he return to Mandalore to continue his Mando training and learns more about Mandalorian history and culture while there. While on Mandanlore Light Revan truely feels relaxed for once despite random Mando’s sometimes jumping out and challenging them to fights because apparently Revan is now a ghost story and a feared mighty warrior legend and when anyone finds out that Revan is “alive” immediately tries to prove that they are stronger than Revan (which they are not). A few years after Tarre is knighted the war with the True Sith Empire begins.

I don’t know what to call this bit sooooo UWU

Battles, fights, old shit, it’s a war. Revan proves to be supper fucking useful in leadership but doesn’t do as much “sacrifice one to save the many” moves anymore. Revan keeps predicting what the Sith are gonna do an THATS cos Dark Revan is leading the, and Revan knows Revan best but not the reverse. Light Revan knows how Dark Revan will act but Dark Revan doesn’t know how Light Revan will act since Light Revan technically includes Shay/Shar, Mandalorian War Revan, Amnesiac Shay, and post Amnesia. While Dark Revan is only really Darth Revan and post Amnesia so Light Revan technically outweighs Dark Revan. I’ve probably butchered that explanation or done it too late but that’s how it’s gonna be cos it’s midnight and I wanna finish this and post it today. ANYWAY, final battle between the Revan’s. They have a massive duel on the battle field and eventually Light Revan strikes Dark Revan down but also receives some pretty nasty injuries. Light Revan understands the need to be whole again and as Dark Revan “dies” reunites with that half of the force and Revan returns but Revan is so done, so fucking done with living and trying and they had a good run and now they have what was Dark Revan’s and Light Revan’s injuries all on one body and sure if Rev really tried they could probably suck the life force out of some Sith warriors to keep themselves alive but… they just don’t want to. Eventually Tarre finds the fallen Revan reunited at last and stays by their side as Revan finally lets go and becomes one with the force. After the battle Tarre brings Revan’s body back to the Temple to be burnt as Revan had requested but their armour, lightsabers, and other possessions would be taken to a place only Tarre knew of to be sealed away until a far descendent of Revan’s comes along to claim them as their own. The war isn’t over and Revan’s passing only fuels Tarre further into defeating the Sith empire that the republic eventually does after 20 years of war. 

Conclusion 

And that’s the overall story of this Revan, I know very long, very deep, wtf this is your second post after a what? 1 year break? Actually let me check… yeah nope about a year has passed since my Crash post. If you have made it this far thanks for reading my first ever “decent” post about something I’ve been developing for a while now in bits and pieces. Sorry it was so long but then again I did miss a lot of shit. If you want to interact and ask more questions about this Revan go ahead my ask box is open (don’t be weird tho and just cos I post long doesn’t mean you have to ask long unless it’s legit). I’ll try and get the Tarre post out tomorrow around this time too or earlier depends. Thanks again for taking the time to read my word vomit. Also sorry if there are any spelling mistakes I have missed.

Have a good one!

#Shadow’s OC’s #Revan #Kotor #Zaalbar #Mission Vao #HK-47 #T3-M4 #Juhani #Balista Shan #long post #star wars #star wars: knights of the old republic #darth revan #darth malek #tarre vizsla

[pluviophile-imagines]

Could I ask what your sexuality headcanons are? I love comparing mine with other peoples’!

Ok second half of this; this is just like. non-students who i Actually have thought about HJBAFV not at all a comprehensive list. Again disclaimer i write all these chars as bi in my fics, also i am bi myself so the vast majority are also bi, and also leaving a lot of these vague so u can imagine ur favorite ship or urself or w/ever

ok lets start this off with Aizawa. I think....... hes another one who's rlly unlabelled, doesnt super care to think it through and define it, but calls himself gay bc his interest in women is very, very rare and it's just way easier to say than explain all that. Definitely do buy into the idea that he had a crush on Oboro in hs but i do NOT buy into the easermic agenda sorry. Definitely not someone who goes looking for dates, but doesn't say no if someone asks him and hes interested (also im not gonna give her a whole section but i saw a hc a while back that the Ms. Joke stuff is literally that shes a lesbian and hes gay and shes fucking with him and i love that so much i just wanted to put it out there)

on the topic of the erasermic agenda: Hizashi's pan and knew it before HS, had a sudden & intense crush on Aizawa for the first month they knew each other and then immediately got over it in favor of a similar sudden, intense, and then immediately fading crush on Midnight. Hizashi and Aizawa r just rlly good friends imo; maybe they messed around for a bit in their twenties but it never went anywhere serious. He dates around a lot, not even necessarily to settle down just to have some fun

Midnight is aro/ace but does get in qprs & gravitates towards women wrt that. Most people dont read vigilantes but theres a woman in that, Kazuho, who i imagine she's been in a long-term qpr with; her relationship with aizawa and hizashi leans a little more towards a qpr than a normal friendship, too, but it's not rlly defined that way

All Might is married to justice queer but v much not interested in relationships. He and that one guy from the first movie are ABSOLUTELY exes and i won't hear otherwise; it's the only relationship he's ever had, and they broke up bc he had to go back to japan. He was heartbroken but did eventually get over him; his lack of romance afterwards is from genuine disinterest and not being hung up on his past. I can see him finding someone else in his later years, after he's retired. Definitely feels like he's not worthy of it tho

Hawks is bi but unfortunately didn't get to figure that out until like Now in the timeline...... if youll let my dabihawks history shine through i think dabi was the reason JHBASFGJHB he was basically brainwashed by the commission to become a hero so he didnt have time to Figure That Shit Out; he knew he was into women bc that was easy & what the commission expected from him but then he started this undercover assignment and met dabi and realized Oh...... Fuck. Hawks is hard tbh, bc i think between the control that the commission has over him and his own convictions as a hero he doesn't pursue any romance (tho he does get crushes or find people attractive) and most of his flings are done to keep up his prettyboy act, not out of genuine interest in being a fuckboy. Can't imagine him having a relationship until well after canon but I do see him being interested eventually

Onto the villains, Shigaraki is unlabelled but probably would call himself queer if asked. Definitely admires women more but isn't very interested in romance; AFO actively encourages him to pursue the things interested in so imo if he were he'd talk abt it more lmfao. I kinda see him as demi as well, not the type to fall immediately but requiring a friendship beforehand; tho unlike Bakugo as i said in my last post I dont think it happens suddenly but rather slowly. Y'all know im a big fan of shigaraki being absolutely whipped for his s/o so i do thing hes a big piner, tho he's also pretty bold and unashamed of his affections. I'm a big fan of him falling for a member of the league or a civilian; definitely can't see him falling for a hero unless the hero was already halfway to turning sides already. I think he's also attracted to intelligence and someone who pushes him to think more abt his ideology...... maybe im just projecting at this point JSHDFBVAJKSHD but my point is that the gender of his partner is definitely the least of what he considers/notices

Dabi is bi and, here's my bold take, demisexual; not interested in sex unless its with someone he loves. Absolutely doesn't even think abt romance for most of the years where he's on his own. He's got revenge to plan. By the time he joins the league that hasn't changed much, and he's demi so he's not interested in sleeping around, plus he rlly denies any attachment to people at all. As I said in that other ask tho I do rlly like the idea of him with Magne, so I think they have a fling for a bit before her death :( it's one of the things that leads him to isolate himself further, unfortunately, even from Jin and the other League members with whom his relationships aren't romantic. I can see him dating someone post-canon bc i think hes gonna be redeemed lol. It could be someone he knew before but they probably didnt date again bc he was v guarded; i think magne was rlly the only person he dated

Magne is pan and heres the kicker: I think shes t4t, which led to a little moment just before she and dabi got together where he was like "she wouldnt be into me :/" but she was into him anyway so all was good. She got around in her circles, mostly casual stuff tho she yearned for something more serious.

Spinner's bi & trends towards women but does occasionally get things for men and they're almost always intense. He thought he was straight for a while even once he joined the league and then suddenly got a crush on Shigaraki (around the time of MVA) and realized otherwise LMFAO he's definitely a hopeless romantic type, the whole mutant prejudice thing makes it rlly hard for him and i can see him being rlly happy with another mutant-type; i feel like as he matures he starts to gravitate towards them

Toga is canonically pan to my understanding, iirc her interest in Uraraka and Deku is the same (and romantic) in canon tho i might be wrong. Poor girl just needs therapy. I like the idea of the two of them becoming her friends over her being involved with them but i totally can get behind her having a thing with Uraraka (and maybe Tsu) at some point post-canon (presuming she gets redeemed), tho I think a qpr between the two/three of them would be longer lasting. And again presuming she gets therapy i can see her settling down with someone, gender irrelevant

Jin is unlabelled bc he hasn't much thought abt it, definitely had a thing for dabi and for hawks which does make me sad on both counts. I think he likes women slightly more abstractly/aesthetically and gets crushes more on men,. The dabi thing fades as they get closer and start to view each other as brothers. In his later years he doesn't rlly care about romance, I think he enjoys the experience of crushing but doesnt like dating people; his found family in the League is far more important to him. But i can see him falling head-over-heels for someone quite suddenly and having a bit of a whirlwind romance. Also someone for whom gender isn't much of a factor

Mr Compress is also queer and also hasn't rlly thought abt it. Definitely leans more towards women; he's like 30 but i like to think he also goes for older partners, 10 or 15 years his senior KJBADSJFHB idk he just has that Vibe with the way he calls himself an old man etc. A lot of the league i cant see sleeping or dating around much, i feel like they prioritize each other, but I do think mr compress gets around more than the others. i can see him having a bit of a fuckbuddy who he catches feelings for

Kurogiri is fun; as Oboro I do think Aizawa's crush was reciprocated, tho he wasn't around long enough for them to act on it :( he's bi, tho kurogiri isn't supposed to have personal interests. I like to imagine the brainwashing isnt as good as AFO wants it to be tho so I like the idea of him falling for someone anyway. I also like the idea of the heroes managing to undo the nomufication and I 100% can see him, aizawa, and someone else (someone he was involved with as Kurogiri) ending up in a triad as a result of aizawa and the third partner helping him through the aftermath of all that shit

Lady Nagant is a manga-only minor character but im in love with her so imma talk abt it. Shes bi and leans VERY heavily towards women, probably spent years questioning whether she was rlly bi or a lesbian before finally having a fling with a guy that she genuinely enjoyed. Has only ever been in long-term relationships with women and I v much think she has a gf at home who stayed even when she was arrested 🥺

Finally imma talk abt Natsuo bc i love that boy. He's one of the few unmarried chars with a love interest and he canonically has a gf. I do see him as IDing straight in canon ngl, but the kind of straight where he might actually be bi but his preference leans so heavily towards women and he grew up in a bad home so he just doesnt rlly think abt it bc hes v happy with women anyway. In shiganatsu thoughts shigaraki is the first man he has a thing for; i rlly can see the two of them in a triad with a woman specifically, who helps the two of them find each other and is the one who initiates bc its definitely a weird situation for natsuo

#ask.🌧 #anon #pattering on the roof #char.🌧 multi #again these r just the ones ive thought about so sorry if i didnt bother with any chars u care abt ajkhsfbgsjdhfb #thank yall for asking LMFAO any excuse to ramble abt this shit #it does impact the way i write these chars #obviously #bc this is meta more than anything else and so is fanfic lol

[char-lotteral]

Look I'm not one of those people who believe Kishimoto decided to have Hinata and Naruto end up in the middle part of Shippuden. I believe he decided in the very last arc but he wanted to sound smart so he said he decided earlier on. Otherwise, they obviously would have more scene together. In Shippuden, they have only three scenes together ; when Naruto came back, the pain attack and the neji death scene. That's it. In the original Naruto, they probably have less than ten canon scenes not including fillers.

So I'm sorry I'm one of those who wasn't convinced by The Last. They literally had a basic villain go after Hinata who was cringe btw (the villain). They gave Hinata op powers which she doesn't have in the novel 👀. Despite having op powers, they made her the damsel in distress. Very "The hero saves the princess" cliche. Again, to justify them being together. I mean Naruto can't differentiate his love for ramen and romantic love so how??? He was just being nice to Hinata just like he does to everyone. He stood up for her just like he does for everyone.

Don't get me started on the Sakura Sasuke relationship 🤣. Cringe. They never knew each other. The whole Sakura's love for Sasuke saved him doesn't make sense. They spent barely a year in their genin year before sasuke left. Sasuke tried to kill Naruto and Sakura multiple times. Then at the end of the war, Kishimoto tried to do the "oh they have such a deep understanding between each other" which comes off as cringey. He gets her pregnant then leaves for years. She's literally a single mom who's broke.

Every relationship in Naruto is so cringey and forced except shikatemari. Kishimoto should've focused on the main story and fixed his potholes and leave the ending open.

Naruto would not have been perfect but at least it would've been remembered for staying true to its vision but instead it's remembered for cringey relationships, dumbass villain (except pain and madara) and a story that lost its core which is a shame coz I used to love Naruto. I was inspired by its messages but now....

OKAY LOL WAIT I ACTUALLY HAVE THIS LONG ASS RANT PREPARED XD

BUT FIRST Ive read what you said and I lowkey agree :p

HOWEVER

I DRAW THE LINE AT TONERI SLANDER. BECAUSE WHY

TONERI?? CRINGE?? THIS SEXY MOTHERFUCKER??

LOOK AT HIS WHITE FLUFFY HAIR AND HIS CERULEAN BLUE ORBS STARING DEEPLY INTO YOUR SOUL

SAY SIKE RIGHT NOW?!#*@*#&@*

okay lol now for the juicy part click readmore and beware I shall be brutally honest so yea enjoy

I mean, Naruto in general is a mess, not just the ships if we're being realistic. Alot of plotholes, rushed endings, this and that, the w a r a r c, Kaguya, the way they rushed Boruto ehhh. Honestly, getting into Naruto is literally my biggest regret of 2020 :"DD

Im an NH shipper as you can tell by my hotmess of a blog but i fully respect your opinion and understand your point of view. I also know a bunch of nh stans who have their complaints with their development. I wish Kishi gave more attention to his female cast really, thats all I fucking ask. If he did that one single basic thing, then maybe the endgame relationships wouldnt have been an asspull and theyd be given propper screentime with their love interest, both Sakura and Hinata. The Last tbh i think the writers played it safe and stuck to the whole Naruto shounen vibe thingy, so im not surprised it was plotted that way. Typical cliché shounen movie.

But does that bother me? No! The Last was a mess, their development was shit, they definitely needed more screentime but hey at the end of the day theyre cute as fuck, we have that kiss scene, flirting scenes, a shit ton of official art, three kids, Seiki's gif :33 and a whole ass arc for their wedding all that for just a shounen anime so eh. Compensates for it i guess xD theyre not toxic, unhealthy or whatnot. Theyre wholesome, soft and vanilla as fuck and exactly what i need in my hectic life rn. No drama, just two kind souls who are adorable as heck and theyre dynamic means so much to me and I will love them until i shall leave this earth.

Anon, im not even gonna waste my time and defend their development because i think it sucked too xD but if you wanna know why i love them so so so soooo much, Id be more than willing to tell you :33

Sasuke and Sakura on the other hand eeeehhhh i can see why people like them. Sasuke's hot, he's your typical hot bad boy aad Sakura's hot and pretty too. Basic blue and pink trope. Aside from their canon interactions, fans have all the opportunity to play around with their dynamic but for me, its just sooo basic and so hetero and can easily appeal to any 16 yr old teenage girl, no wonder it has an active fanbase on twt and---- AM I MAKING ANY SENSE? AHDBAJJE LIKE ITS SO-- BASIC, your usual bad boy x pretty girl trope that you get to read in YA and coming of age novels. Not only that, but going back to canon, they have too many negative interactions for me to like them together :p The least Sakura can do is put down her own foot and yell at him for not contacting them for god knows how long. I also dont like how he always gets easily forgiven >=[[. I mean at least He's compensating as a dad good for him but ehhhh i still dont like him and Sakura together :v And im not falling for that "Sakura is the reason why Sasuke isnt lonely anymore" because thats NARUTO AHHH. Sasuke said that Multiple times. HE LIGHTS A FIRE INSIDE OF ME. HES MY SUN. MY ONE AND ONLY FRIEND. LIEK?? THATS NARUTOOO romantic or not, Naruto was the reason for his not so lonely existence anymore smh >=[[

Sasuke almost murdered her and Naruto and made their lives a living hell but hey its all good!! He's my best friend and Sakura loves him!! So set him freeee into the worldddd~~

Sasuke left his family without even simply contacting them but can easily contact Naruto through a hawk but hey thats fine! His and Sakura's feelings are connected afterall! Sasuke gave her a ring and said thank you! Who cares about leaving your family. She loves him and he loves her so yey!!! All is forgiven :D

DID I MENTION SASUKE ALMOST MUREDERED HIS OWN DAUGHTER AND HE WASNT CALLED OUT FOR THAT@*#&@??!?#,*@#,#

Sasuke gets too many life points this isnt fair >=[[ But tbh he's nerfed so bad in Boruto manga and anime power wise. Like in that time travel arc and the manga. The rinnegan kunai thing was still so funny to me even if it was Borushiki. I just idk its so funny to me lmaoo

OKAY WHAT ELSE. I dont even know any more. Im tired of complaining about Naruto and just when Ive finally gone a little bit away from Naruto, Hinata fucking pulls me in again 😩 she has me on chokehold pls send help. Watch castlevania!!! and one piece!!!! ten times better than this anime about a loud blonde boi who wants to be president. Trust me

overall, i dont fully agree but i lowkey agree i guess. I do respect your opinion tho :))

EXCEPT WHEN YOU CALLED TONERI CRINGE. HOW DARE YOU CALL THAT SEXY MF CRINGEY---

#like at this point if you complain about naruhina to me id probably complain along with you #but at the end of the day #i really do not care lol #theyre CUTE AS FUCK AND I WILL COMMIT MASS MURDER FOR THESE PRECIOUS KIDS AND WOULD NOT FEEL AN OUNCE OF REMORSE #also i have like zero energy to find all those manga panels and debunk shit and stuff #i just say the first thing that comes to my brain and fart it out on my lonely tumblr blog #anon #hey hey anon ask me about why i love naruhina so much come on come on *aggressively bounces knees* #unpopular opinions

[bookish-mind]

I read the raven king, here’s my soul leaving my body:

*spoilers*

I feel physically ill with how anxious I am to read this book,, totally normal responses to a book

GANSEY KNEW THE WHOLE GODAMN TIME FUCK IM CRYING THIS CHANGES SO MUCH

There’s no way he’s actually going to die tho.. right ? Just lemme live in denial a little while longer

“Cabeswater loves them” why is Cabeswater my favorite character

RONAN POV IS BACK

How Ronan dreams up light and lil animals and flowers and fireflies and feeds the deer and tries to dream up armor for gansey >>

I know Noah can’t stick around forever but I really really don’t want him to go

It isn’t a trc car ride unless someone is eyeing someone else meaningfully in the rear view mirror

Orphan girl !

Adam said that Cabeswater showed him love I-

Ooooooo Adam has a cruuuuusshhhhh

“There’s going to be life after the dies” no. there is no life without gansey. None.

“It was starting, starting. No. It was ending. He was ending” I can’t take this shit

RAVEN DAY CAME FROM NOAH’S DREAMS IM SOBBING

Ok.. what’s gonna happen at 6:21

Henry seems cool but I feel like he knows too much

Also it bothers me that Ronan is the only one that doesn’t know gansey is supposed to die

Cabeswater don’t abandon your boys pls

Ronan rlly just implied that he worships Adam right alongside church I-

And now he’s talking about Adams beautiful face and beautiful hands and “his feelings for Adam were like an oil spill” and how when he helps Adam up all his thoughts are on his touch and now he’s leaning close to look at his eye anD NOW HES TRACING THE LINES ON ADAMS PALM AND ITS LIKE A DREAM AND ADAM KNOWS AND RONAN KNOWS THAT ADAM KNOWS BLESS THIS CHAPTER

Godamn toga party making me cryy

Pynch is all that matters to me. If you saw me shipping adansey, no you didn’t ❤️

Of course. Of course the unmaker is a hornet demon. A hornet. Demon. Fuck. This. Fuckery.

Ok I really like Henry

Henry really just pulled a “Do you trust me?” on gansey

“You working after school?” “With a dreamer.” Excuse me is that.. is that Adam Parrish.. FLIRTING ?

Ok I like this Declan content bc I never rlly knew how to feel about him but now I know, I’ve got no hate for Declan lynch

“Ronan let out a breath, put the model down on the bed beside him, and kissed Adam”👁👄👁

Oof bye neeve I won’t miss u sorry not sorry

Adam being all like “what is love” and gansey being like “fuck if I know man” is my favorite thing (yes I’m paraphrasing)

“Don’t break him, Adam” literally ouch

“He was less of himself out loud. His native language was thought” me too Henry I get u buddy

The way gansey just tucks blue into his coat >>

Cabeswater is dying and I’m crying, I’m way too attached to this dream forest

HE TRADED MONMOUTH FOR RONAN’S DIPLOMA (I also realize that I’m way too attached to Monmouth)

“What if you do find him?” “That’s all there is” ganseeeeeyyyy boyy don’t you dare “that’s all there is” on me I’m a fragile mess

No no not aurora whyyyy

“Someone must willingly die on the corpse road” oh shit oh fuck oh no gansey no

FINALLY GANSEY GO FIND UR KING ITS ABOUT DAMN TIME

oh waaaait we going full circle to where gansey died as a kid ???

Oh shit oh fuck he’s wearing Henry’s aglionby sweater AND NOW HIS SHOULDER ARE GETTING WET OH SHIT

The fact that after everything they’ve been through, gansey is so shocked that they all showed up for him broke my heart

Glendower.. is uhh dead so uhh ouch I’m hurting bc gansey is hurting and he’s having a breakdown on the side of the road bc everything he was living for was a lie and he knows he’s gonna die and pls make it stop

Guess it was never rlly about glendower, guess it was about the friendship we made along the way and all that huh

ADAM IS RUINED AND RONAN IS BEING UNMADE AND GANSEY IS REALLY ABOUT TO DIE I HAVE NEVER SOBBED SO HARD IN MY LIFE

“Depending on where you began the story, it was about Noah Czerny” I cant take this I can’t do it I can’t read this

It was Noah it was all Noah my precious boy it was never about glendower it was Noah giving gansey this path that would lead to home and magic and wonder and family

“Don’t throw it away” noooooaaaahhh 😭

“You said you were Gansey’s magicians. Do something.” Forever grateful for Henry in this moment

Cabeswater is the real mvp I knew I loved this magical dream forest for a reason

“Wake up” ajdhsgajakks gansey was the king they had to wake all along

Everyone is okay and everything makes sense and they have “future adventures waiting for them on the ley line” and everything is okay everything is okay so why does my heart hurt so bad

Also I read the opal story which is my new favorite thing

Idk what the heck to do with my life now I feel like I need to go back and reread it all,, but call down the hawk is next and I’m very excited

Book 1 Book 2 Book 3

#i feel so emotionally drained help this book tore me open #the raven king #maggie stiefvater #the raven cycle #trc #ronan lynch #adam parrish #gansey #blue sargent #noah czerny #henry cheng #declan lynch

[jt-artsandfics]

Mantis blades and Gorrila fist pt 5

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Woah chapter five I'm quite happy with myself

I hope you all enjoy and I can't wait to make more

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V woke up a little after 9am still wrapped up in the sheets of his bed while laying onto of Oda. The Arasaka guard was running his fingers thought Vexrins messy and tangled blue and red hair humming lightly.

Vex moves a little to meet the Pale grey eyes "Good morning" Oda lent down and places a soft kiss on Vs lips, a soft dreamy look on his face as he lays back down.

They layed in silence for a good five minutes before Oda groaned about having to get up and get ready for work.

"Vexrin your gonna have to move I need to get ready for work" V grumbs before rolling over onto the bed and pulled the sheets up aroudn his chin as he watches Oda move around the apartment picking up his uniform along with he boots.

This time he doesn't retreat to the safety of the bathroom to get changed. Vex watches him strip and gets a good look at the cybernetics on his throat.

They run out lightly onto his shoulders and down his back a little. And that's when he sees the beautiful work of art on Oda's back.

Its a white tiger with bright blue eyes surrounded by tiger lillies "I dont know you had a tattoo!" Oda looks over his shoulder to where V was laying.

"I got it very shortly after I began working for Hanako-sama. Takemura-san also have a tattoo down his back. It is something that means alot too me. Both Takemura and I got them right after I was assigned to Hanako. His is a fox and Wolf with cherry blossoms and Iris. He said flowers have meaning to them and the ones you pick define you for who you are. What of you Vexrin do you have flowers that have meaning to you?" Oda begins pulling his uniform pants up and buckling them.

As V gets up off the bed he part of his pants down to show a small ring of flowers on the side of his him. "Violets and For get me not?" Oda asked looking at the tattoo of the small blue and purple, red and yellow flowers.

"Forget me nots had a big meaning to me when I was younger while violets I loved becuase my little brother and used to have a small garden filled with both of them, some times we would make tea with the Violets" V explains as he moves behind Oda to run his hands over the Tiger on his back.

"It's beautiful craftsman ship, I used to want to follow my dad's footsteps and me a tattoo artist but then it became easier for people to get tattoos" Vexrin smiled lightly tracing the lines down Oda's back. Oda turns around to face V. "Your father was a tattoo artist?" Vex let's out a small chuckle as he inspected the detail in Oda's Ink. "Yea he was, he was really good at it two, Indian I got to learn more about it"

Both pale grey and black and white meet again. "I've seen you have another tattoo on your chest it's a snake of a sort?" Oda asked as he pulls his shirt on and begins to button it up.

Vexrin pulls his shirt off to show the tattoo of a colourful snake that wraps around part of his body with a small heart tattooed on his chest.

"Ngalyod or the Rainbow serpent, Im orignally from Austraila. my nanna would tell stories about my ancestry that she was told when she was young. We used to have her tell them to us as bed time stories. But the rainbow serpent was one which I always loved to hear about, learning about part of my culture that we didn't really learn about when my mother and father past. But both poppy and nanna told up a all the stories"

Vexrin smiles lightly remembering all the good times from his childhood from running aroudn on the small farm he lives on got he dream time stories that his family would tell so that they would not forget who and were he came from.

Oda had finished pulling his uniform on and enjoyed the recountings of V's family and story. "Your family where are they now?" He asked.

Taking a seat to do his shoes. "My little brother Dustin moved to Night city with me when I was given the chance of a corpate job, he is going to school at one of the higher education schools. While my nanna passed away 5 years ago my poppyis still living out on his small farm in Queensland I send him money when I can so he can keep the farm going.

He didn't want me to work for the big cooperations, said he feel it in his bones that something would go wrong. I guess he was right" Oda can feel The sad smile of V's face he pulls him in for a hug placing his chin on Vex's head.

"I apologise for asking, I did not wish to bring bad memories" V let's out a small laugh before moving slightly. "Can I kiss you?" He asks very lightly and if Oda didn't have his enhancements he most likely wouldn't have heard him.

Oda leans down and places a quick kiss on V's lips. He pulls away picking up a bag with the rest of his gear in it. "I have to head to work now but am aloud to come back later tonight?" He asked hoping that this wasn't a one time thing.

V pulls him back into a kiss this one was sweet and quick and V let out a soft laugh again. "You are welcome over anytime" he gives Oda a quickpeek on the forehead before pushing him to the door.

" Now go to work or you are gonna be late!"

V watches as Oda leave his apartment before finally heading back inside, he moves around getting ready for the day when he get a call for Misty.

"Hey V I was just checking in on you again I know it's been a few weeks, I did a reading for you, I did a past, present and future spread and well you got the Tower reversed, death upright and the Lovers upright. So its very different" v stood there for a while trying to recall the meanign for the card.

" I remember death upright is something to do with change and transformation but I do remember the other too, I swear the death cards my friend at this point " misty has a light laugh before she continues.

" tower reversed can mean  Personal transformation, fear of change, averting disaster. All decks are different so they could have different meanings. Death upright is Endings, change, transformation, transition and as you have said your familiar with this card and the Lovers upright is love, harmony, relationships, alignment, choices so it's very different from. What you normally have. So my question is there someone you are seeing?" Misty asked making Vex blush.

"Maybe.. well I don't know what it is but like yes. No? I don't have a clue.. ok he's coming over tonight" misty is laughing on the other end of the call.

"Well how about you come stop by the shop which I close up for the day and we go out for the day!" V smiled at the suggestion. " that be awesome Misty I'll meet you at the shop" with that there call ended and Vex got read to leave as he does he decided to shoot Goro a message.

Vex: hey, hey Goro, was wondering if you could forward me Sandayu's contact, Please and thank you!

Takemura: I must ask Why Vex, had Oda been a bother again?

Vex: hahaha no but we have started talking and I i forgot to ask him for his holo, he's been sparing with me a little But we aren't at each other's throats anymore.

Goro: that is good to hear :), I will forward his contact to you shortly,

Once Oda had left Vexrins he had arrived at work with 30 minutes to spare. As he walked into the Estate he gave a quick bow to the other guard as he made his way tough being checked.

He gets a notification the only people who would be messaging him would be Hanako, Goro and his parents. So when an unknown number pops up he is hesitant but decided by her to get it out to the way.

.....: Hey Oda it's me Vex, just letting you know that spare keys are in the broken light on the door"

He lets out a small chuckle before sending but a message

Sandayu: thank you Vexrin.

He quickly sets V's contact up.

Name: Vex-kun

Number: ////////////

He has a bit of a laugh to himself about it but in the end leave it.

After that most of the day had been staying within the room which Hanako was or following her where ever she needed to be.

As the day slowly turned to night they had arrived back at Hanako's estate, Oda was watching the time almost like a hawk at this point and it didn't go un noticed.

He still has alteast half an hour until his shift ends, he had never feel that time going so slow until now.

"Oda?" He turns to Hanako again she had a light smile on her face as she calls him to take a seat. He walks over and sits down.

"Will you be staying and watch old movies tonight, you seem like you want to be anywhere but here" he lets out a sigh. "Forgive me Hanako-sama, that is not my intention, just excited and nerves" that peaks Hanako's interest. He can seem the small smile as she bring her glass to her lips. 

"And what could have you so distracted, should I say who?" They share a small laugh and it goes quite again. "A man, I... I trust you Hanako-sama and.. fuck it's V" he closes his eyes and a blush can be seen across his cheeks. Hanako let's out a laugh before placing her hands on his shoulders.

"If he makes you happy then I have no problem with it, if he hurts you not even Takemura will save him" the next half an hour was Hanako asking question and Oda answering them.

When his shift was over Hanako waved he out with a smile.

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Tag list @simping-for-sandayu-oda @gvitch @v-is-for-witch @hippiefricked @inkrabbit @shitposting-for-the-soul

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#cyberpunk #cyperpunk 2077 #cyberpunk v #oda sandayu #sandayu oda #cyberpunk oda #oda sandayu x v #oda x v #oda x male v #oda sandayu x male v #male v

[seijorhi]

asks :)

y’all are killing me, but like in the best possible way 😭

rhi,,, i have been FED. i am so GRATEFUL for the MEAL. 😤 it never ceases to amaze me how talented you are 😭💞 seijoh supremecy reigns!!! and let me tell you,,, makki... just.... ✨makki “stronger than he looks, makki”✨ i frothed,,, we love our underappreciated strawberry on this blog!!!

all i want is for makki to pin me down and fuck me until i’m sobbing. and timeskip makki?? i love him so much 🥺 

and thank you, bby!! 

Rhi. First of all holy shit??? I had to take a deep breath because holy fuck that was just 🥵🥵🥵. I rarely read Mattsun or Makki fics but ugh, I really looked forward to this and holy hell you did not disappoint! Damn. Because you mentioned that this was supposed to be another Seijoh 4 fic, I'd like to consider this as an alternate version of your Manager au and ugh the biggest question! Who did Makki send the pics to? Oikawa and Iwa to tell them what they're missing out? Or to the mystery boyfriend because they finally staked their claim on reader-chan?

Hmmm seeing that the Jackals are the ones in Osaka, I feel like it's any of the four? Omg what if it was Hinata???? But I'll probably feel sad if it was Meian cuz I love him 😭😭😭

sdfghjjhgfhjkl thank you!!!!! i was like ‘okay, you’re not gonna make this about all four of them’ and then my brain ignored all of that entirely and decided just to sprinkle in some hints. i like to think that a lot of things that probably crossed a line happened back in their last year at highschool between all five of them that the reader either rationalises or brushed off, so it is kind of intended as an alternate manager au i guess.

and yeah, makki sent the pics to both iwa, oikawa and your (soon to be ex) boyfriend :)

Hot damn! Baby it’s cold outside is phenomenal!!! I loved the buildup. Am I wrong to assume that iwa and oikawa had some idea of what was going to happen?

oh no, they absolutely knew 👀 and thank you!!

wait omg did makki send those pics to himself or to your boyfriend (perhaps iwa and oikawa?) but wow amazing work as always!! 💕

one set to your boyfriend, another to their captain 😌

Sooo, Oikawa and Iwa were in on it, but why didn't they want to take part?

it’s not so much that they didn’t want to, more that they didn’t want to overwhelm you all once - but dw, they haven’t gone far 👀

The funny thing about timezones is that I often read your fics a few minutes after I wake up at 5am and lol, I end up thinking about them the whole day. They're basically my breakfast at this point lol

timezones are a bitch and i would fight them bare fisted if i could. no but that’s probably the best way to read them, still half asleep 😂 thank you tho!! i’m glad you like them so much!

i love ur soulmate aus 😭 sometimes i wish i could read outrunning fate for the first time again

this is so sweet, thank you, bby!!

out of all your oikawa’s, which one is your fave 😌

but i love them all so much?? unpopular opinion i think, but maybe home! oikawa

kuroo calling you “kitten/sweetheart” and oikawa calling you “his pretty girl/cutie” makes me 🦋🦋🦋🦋🦋🦋🦋

this makes me so happy because i am an absolute whore for pet-names so they inevitably find their way into my fics - glad i’m not the only one who like them haha

i hesrd soulmate dabihawks and my brain malfunctioned in a good way we can never be sick of soulmate aus

i think i promised to write something for dabi & hawks waaaay back when i started this blog and i still haven’t so maybe now’s the perfect time 👀

ahhhhh im literally gonna go beserk when u open comms i got a whole note in my notes app titled 'bbydoll comms' n like its just a list of comm ideas im so fucking excited

wait, really?? omfg you’re gonna make me melt!!

you're my favourite writer!! each one of your fics is always so well written and interesting and i just--- omg. i have reread practically all your work i literally always go back to it <3

thank you so much, you’re so nice i hope you’re having a good day, bby!

saw dark content slander “ur sick bastards, get help” I AM BEYOND FUCKING PISSEd who the hell are y’all to tell us what to do and what to like. wtf. i’ve been seeing so much shit and it’s like “ok, and??” mind ur own fucking business, block. no one needs to hear ur opinion about it lmao. they be acting like they’re content makes them a better person. what u condone irl and what u condone in fiction is very very different. anyways thanks for listening to my rant, i’m sure u get a lot of shit from random people about dc haha

it’s frustrating, but at the end of the day it’s better just to ignore it and keep enjoying the content you want to - that’s not hurting anybody. you’re never going to change their minds and they’re not interested in that - so long as the content is appropriately tagged it shouldn’t be an issue, but i get where the frustration comes into play

and honestly compared to a lot of dark content writers i think i get off pretty lightly with hate, thank god

#BD answers #ask #anon #BD love #fic q's

[satoruvt]

the color of you - green (3)

i feel like in terms of the patterns im tryna leave this chapter wasnt that good but its ok i like it anyways and i hope u do too

pairing → keigo takami x bakery owner!reader

word count → 2072

summary → you’re not really dating, so you can’t really be in love with him… right?

song inspo → xo by eden

part one | part two | part three | part four | part five

The grass is so bright.

You don’t know why it looks particularly vibrant today - maybe it’s the sun. It dots the grass under the trees in unusual polygons, the rays lighting up the green in their early-summer light. Your eyes trace the landscape, starting at the ground before moving up. Brown bark of a tree, then the token green of summer again, and finally blue sky. It’s a good day for a walk. 

Keigo squeezes your hand gently and you’re moved back to real-time, no longer focused on the colors of the world.

You’re still surprised this is so easy - of all of the things you thought this relationship would be, easy wasn’t one of the words that came to mind. But it is, Keigo makes it easy, somehow. The first few days, you went home every night from hanging out, going on “dates” just to scream into your pillow that it was you with pro-hero Hawks - albeit fake, it was you.

And his publicist was right about you gaining business - the bakery was flourishing more than ever before, supportive fans coming to try their beloved hero’s girlfriend’s pastries. The money you were getting as a positive consequence was enough for you to actually have money leftover after groceries and bills, not to mention the few employees you had were getting paid what they deserved.

“Hey, stop spacing out,” Keigo says, stopping in the pathway. When you turn to him with a raised eyebrow, he’s pouting playfully. “You’re supposed to be focused on me.”

“Oh, right, of course,” you keen, placing a hand over your heart. “I’m so sorry, my love! Forgive my incompetence…”

He grins. “All is forgiven if you agree to sit with me under the mighty oak tree over yonder.”

His medieval speak makes you cringe (though you’re sure yours isn’t any better) but you let him lead you to the tree he had in mind. He sits down at its base, under the shade of its leaves, and you follow. You lay so your head is on his lap, resting on your back.

It’s not a designated date today - Keigo had a day off (a “day off”) and called to see if you had one as well. You didn’t have to be to the bakery until later into the afternoon, so you figured it couldn’t hurt to spend some time with him (after all, he is your boyfriend now).

He’s talking about Endeavor, how the two of them are best friends, but the Number One hero just doesn’t know it yet. You’re not really focusing on his words, because it’s hitting you hard that he’s fucking pretty. It’s not like you hadn’t noticed it before - you were (are?) a fan, you noticed that he was attractive, but Lord, if it doesn’t show in the sunlight right now. With his perfectly-unruly hair, light and intelligent eyes -

“Oh!” Keigo says, looking down at you. “I just remembered. We should take some pictures.”

It takes you a moment to recover. “Uh - for what?”

“Social media.” He pulls out his phone from his pocket, and you sit up from his lap. You’re sure the two of you look pathetic, taking selfies in the middle of a park, but then again, what’s the harm?

Keigo taps on the photo app, turns his phone sideways, and you brush down your hair that’s sticking in a million different directions once you see yourself in the frame. It doesn’t take long - Keigo sends you an impatient look anyways and you tell him to shut up - and you scoot behind him, resting your head on his shoulder cutely.

That’s the first photo, gentle smiles and green grass. The second one involves you kissing his cheek, and the third one something stupid with both of you sticking your tongues out at the camera. Once he sends them to you, you save them to your phone before putting it back into your pocket.

They’re cute pictures, and for a moment it almost seems like the whole thing is real.

-

The grass is soothing against your skin, but eventually it’s time for you to get back to the bakery.

The walk back to the main entrance of the park is softer from when the two of you came in, conversation more serious than playful (not to say that Keigo doesn’t tease you when the opportunity arises, because he does).

“Are there any big events coming up?” You ask him, swinging your intertwined hands between the two of you. “Like, that we have to go to?”

“Yeah, there’s a hero awards ceremony,” Keigo says, then grimaces slightly.

“I don’t think I’ve ever seen you at an awards ceremony before. Or any hero meetings, aside from maybe two.”

“That’s because they suck and take too much energy.”

“Then why are we going to this one? Isn’t it weird for you to suddenly go now?”

“That’s a good question,” Keigo says, and you noticed you’ve reached the front gate. “I’ve got no fucking clue.”

The chuckle that escapes your lips is genuine, and your hand leaves his with a gentle, “I’ll see you later, Kei,” but he pulls you back suddenly. You’re closer than before, and you furrow your brows at him.

“What -”

“There’s some paparazzi behind you,” Keigo says.

Oh.

“I’m gonna kiss you, okay?”

Oh.

You nod, still reeling from when he pulled you to him, and he leans forward. But wait, why is your heart beating so fast -

Keigo’s lips meet yours in a soft kiss, something only meant to convey feeling to the outside world. It’s innocent, an “I-love-you” kiss, and it takes you half a second to reciprocate. But you do, smiling onto his lips - let’s give ‘em a show, you think to yourself - and he places a hand on your cheek. You cover it with your own, and when he pulls away you lean into his palm on instinct.

“Not gonna lie, hero,” you breathe, “you’re really good at that.”

“I’ve had a lot of practice,” Keigo grins, obviously smug, but you snort.

“Whore.”

“Hey!”

With a laugh, you walk out of the main gate, to the subway station. You can’t help but reminisce about the feeling of Keigo’s lips as you do.

-

The bakery’s having a slow day by the time you walk in, the inside seats only occupied by a few people. The chatter is quiet, barely there, and it reminds you of mid-spring days, sitting outside with friends to catch up. You head back to the kitchen with a greeting to each of your employees, but you barely get started on some cookie dough when you’re called out to the front of the restaurant.

“Y/N, there’s a delivery person here for you,” one of your employees says, and you sigh, thinking about what to do, given that your hands are covered in flour.

“Can you handle it? It’s probably just this week’s dairy,” you respond, working the dough through your fingers. Your employee shakes his head, and he’s got a small smile on his face.

“It’s not that,” he says. “The guy’s got flowers.”

What?

You furrow your brows - “tell him to wait for a minute” - before washing your hands off, wiping the excess water on your apron. When you walk out to the cash register, sure enough, there’s a man waiting with a bouquet of flowers in his hands.

“Are you Y/N?” He asks when you get close enough, and you nod. “From Hawks.”

You take the bouquet in your hands and you hear a camera snap as you do. When you turn your head to the noise, none of the customers in the bakery show any signs of it being them, but you’re sure it’s one of Keigo’s fans who heard his name. The delivery guy walks out of the bakery and you roll your eyes, laughing to yourself. There’s a tag tied around the stems and you pull on it to read it.

Couldn’t help but notice how you looked at the flowers earlier, so I got you some of your own. If I don’t see them on the counter the next time I’m at the bakery, we’re gonna have some problems.

The note is signed with a loopy scribble of Keigo’s name, and then a heart. It makes you smile and you take out your phone to send a picture of the tag to him, along with a message that reads “received loud and clear.” He responds quickly; “good, they better be in the best vase you can find.”

-

“Why are my flowers in a pot?”

You look up from wiping down the counter, brain thoughtlessly telling you to tell whoever it is at the door that the bakery’s closed, but you’re met with a familiar pair of red wings and golden eyes.

You tuck the damp rag into a pocket in your apron, shrugging as Keigo walks closer to the counter. “It’s a bakery, that’s the best vase I can find,” you say, then pout, “besides, it’s rustic, leave it alone.”

He laughs, and you motion for him to follow you back to the kitchen. “So, what brings you here?”

“My flowers.”

You feign offense, draping the back of your hand over your forehead. “Really? Only the flowers? Not to see little old me, your very own girlfriend?”

Keigo hums, dipping his finger into a mostly-empty tub of icing to taste it. “Mm, I take it back. Not the flowers. It was for this kick-ass icing.”

“You like it?” You ask, and he nods, going in for another finger-ful. “You should try the donuts I just made.”

“Holy shit, can I?”

You giggle at his eagerness, then pull out two donuts from the cooling rack nearby. You hand one to Keigo - a classic glazed - before taking your personal favorite off the rack and taking a bite yourself. When Keigo sees you do it, he does too, and you’re immediately overwhelmed in compliments.

“Jesus, Y/N, I think I’m calling it,” he says, mouth full of pastry. “I’m completely in love with you. How the hell did you get this good?”

You feel the flush in your cheeks before it shows, and you shrug, rubbing the back of your neck awkwardly. “I’ve just always had a thing for baking, I guess,” you murmur, placing your half-eaten donut on the counter as you lean against it. “That’s how I got this whole place started.”

Keigo looks at you funny and you realize you haven’t told him too much about your career, so you keep talking. “I started the bakery, like, right out of high school. I already knew that I wanted to bake my whole life, so I never thought about using my quirk to become a hero or going to college or any of that stuff.”

He nods, finishing off his donut in another few bites. The silence is weird, not being filled, and it feels good to talk to him about this, so you keep going, playing with the hem of your apron out of habit. “I know my parents are super proud of me for starting my own business so young, but… I did it so fast, and I worry that they think I’m gonna do everything at that same speed. It just puts a lot of pressure on me, you know?”

When you look at Keigo again, he’s got a certain look in his eyes, and you don’t know what it is. You realize that he probably didn’t want to hear about all of your fears with having your own business and panic flushes through your veins at the sudden thought.

“Oh, sorry, you probably didn’t wanna hear about all that,” you rush out, and Keigo’s quick to respond.

“No, it’s just…” he pauses, tapping his fingers on the counter once, twice. “You just summed up my entire career.”

It’s your turn to look at him funny, and it’s his turn to tell you his sob story. “I was chosen to be a hero when I was, like, ten or eleven or something, and I started my own agency when I was eighteen. I like being known as the hero with speed, as someone who can get shit done, but… it’s a lot, sometimes.”

He meets your eyes, and you’re very aware of the new understanding the two of you share. There’s something different in the way he looks at you, now.

And it’s good.

#EJKHFJKDF FIRST KISS!!!! FIRST KISS FIRST KISS FIRST KISS - #ANYWASY #im tired its late ajsdhfjks #bnha x reader #mha x reader #boku no hero academia x reader #my hero academia x reader #boku no hero academia imagine #my hero academia imagine #keigo takami x reader #takami keigo x reader #hawks x reader #bnha hawks x reader #hawks bnha x reader #x reader #reader insert #imagine #tcoy #the color of you

[simplybakugou]

The Villain - Ch. 7: The Unsolicited Attack

A/N: Not even joking, I have like 20 things in my drafts because I have so many ideas to write about but I’m also too lazy and unmotivated to execute them omg. Also, because all of my classes are online now, that means I have literally 5 months of doing nothing so expect more updates because IM SO READY TO FINALLY FINISH THIS FIC. THE FACT THAT I STARTED THIS FIC AT THE END OF 2018 AND NOW ITS 2020 AND I STILL HAVEN’T FINISHED IT DJIFJEWBEHFOJEWVQOJ

Remember, if you want to be tagged in future chapters, comment below and I’ll add your username to the list!

Pairing: villain!bakugou Warnings: swearing Word Count: 3,703

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✐posted 04.10.2020✐

“Man, I really just bombed that exam,” Kaminari groaned, burying his face in his hands.

“It’s okay, Mina and Sero are probably going to join you in your failure,” you teased, earning yourself some glares from Sero and Mina. Kirishima laughed and you looked at him. “Don’t laugh too hard, Eijirou, you’re not that far ahead either!”

Kaminari, Sero, and Mina took their chances to make fun of Kirishima this time, the boys fooling around while Mina rolled her eyes. The sun was beginning to set as you and your friends waited outside of U.A. before walking back home.

“Where the hell is Katsuki?” You muttered.

Mina heard you over the sound of the boys arguing and put her arm on your shoulder. “Aw, look at you worrying about your boyfriend.”

She made kissy faces at you and you rolled your eyes, pushing her face away. “You know it’s not like that. He just seems down lately.”

Mina raised her brow. “Really? If I’m being honest, I haven’t really noticed. Then again, you’ve always been observant and see things I would never even think about noticing.”

You sighed, shrugging your shoulders as Kirishima waved at you and Mina. He showed you his phone, revealing messages between him and Bakugou. “Bakugou said that he’s going to see us tomorrow. Apparently he has to talk to a teacher about one of his assignments.”

“Alright, come on let’s go home,” Kaminari said as the group began walking away.

You stayed back. “I think I’m going to wait for him out here.”

“Are you sure? I can wait with you if you want,” Mina suggested.

You shook your head, smiling. “I just don’t want to leave him alone so I’m going to annoy him a little. I’ll see you guys tomorrow!”

The four of them waved good-bye to you as they walked away. You turned back around, leaning against the gates opening up to U.A. You had a feeling in your gut that was telling you to stay back and wait for Bakugou and low and behold, Bakugou came walking down the entrance. When he saw you, you could practically hear him groaning despite the amount of distance between the two of you.

As he came closer, you pointed your finger at him. “I knew it, you’re trying to avoid us!”

Bakugou rolled his eyes as he continued walking. You caught up to him, walking beside him. “Whatever. If you knew I was avoiding you shits, why’re you here?”

“‘Cause I’m worried about you,” you said truthfully.

Bakugou scoffed. “I’m not a kid, I don’t need you to fucking worry about me.”

“Just because you don’t need me to, doesn’t mean I’ll just stop.” You stood in front of him, causing him to stop walking. “You need to talk to someone about the Kamino incident.”

Bakugou’s eyes widened slightly before he gained his composure once more. “There’s nothing to talk about.”

This time it was your turn to roll your eyes. “There’s nothing wrong with feeling upset about what happened. No one blames you or thinks you’re in the wrong.”

There was a long pause before the corners of Bakugou’s lips turned upwards into a small smile. He placed his hand onto your shoulder as he walked forward. You stood dazed and confused before being able to recollect yourself and catch up with him.

“Where are you going?”

“I’m walking you home. It’s only been a few weeks since what happened to your mom and I’m still going to follow you around to make sure you’re not gonna do anything stupid.”

***

The walk was quiet, but it wasn’t awkward. Bakugou seemed to be deep in thought and you couldn’t help but study and observe Bakugou, attempting to decipher what was going on through his head. His hands were in his pockets and his lips were almost like they were permanently down turned. Once you got to your house, you could see your dad peeking through the window and sigh in relief once he saw you. Bakugou looked over there and looked back at you. “Your dad must’ve been worried about you. You need to take care of yourself for him.”

You sighed. “I know and I am taking care of myself now.”

Bakugou nodded, walking in the other direction to go to his own home. He lifted his hand to you to say goodbye. You stood in front of your driveway and called out to him. “Katsuki!”

Bakugou turned around and narrowed his brows at you. “For the last goddamn time, you’re the only one I know who calls me by my first name and I swear to god—“

You cut him off quickly, knowing he was going to continue rambling on. “I’m going to beat you.”

Bakugou was taken aback. “What?”

“I’m going to beat you and become the number one hero. I’m going to beat you, Midoriya, and Todoroki.” You paused. “You know what that means?”

“What?”

“It means that you’re still a hero to me. What happened in Kamino wasn’t your fault and that shouldn’t be a reason for you to want to stop pursuing your goal. You’re still the same hotheaded Bakugou Katsuki who is loud, driven, and the one who saved me a few weeks ago. You’re a hero, Katsuki.”

Bakugou’s eyes widened but he turned back around so you couldn’t see his expression. “Whatever. Go inside, your dad’s waiting.”

And after all this time, you always wonder what kind of expression he had on his face then.

***

Your eyes shot open and you sat up immediately in bed. You rubbed your eyes, groaning. It was a dream... But it also wasn’t. It genuinely happened and you can recall that day so easily despite how long ago it was.

The door in your room opened and Mina sighed in relief. “Thank god you’re awake, I thought I had to wake you up.”

She threw a few envelopes at you, indicating that it was some mail that you got. You went through them, most of them being bills. However, one of them was from a famous agency you had heard of. Many old heroes were signed under this agency and you immediately ripped open the seal.  The letter was addressed specifically to you.

Dear (H/N),

I hope you’ve been well and that this urgent letter reaches you. I’m going to get straight to the point; I know that you’re the number one hero and that you deserve to be involved in every important villain issue there is.

But, I don’t want you to interfere in any issue related to Ground Zero unless we need your help.

The reason for this is that I’m afraid your personal connection to him will make you biased and refrain you from stopping him if the chance that you meet him ever comes again in the future.

I know you’re a strong hero, which is why you’re number one, but my agency will take care of him if needed.

I understand that this is maybe unfair and I may be intruding, but I’m doing what is best for the world and for you. I’m asking you to step back, not forcing you to.

I hope you can trust me to do this.

—Hawks

You sighed, shoving the letter in your pockets and getting up to get ready. Once you were done, you checked your phone to get a text from Natsuya to stop by his place. You went into the kitchen as Mina set a plate of breakfast for you.

“You look worn out,” Mina commented, sitting down in front of you.

“I just have a feeling something’s going on.” You sighed, eating the food Mina made you. “I’m stopping by Natsuya’s before going to the agency today.”

“Okay.” Mina narrowed her brows in confusion at you but didn’t bother to question you further. “You’ve been at Yamashita’s place more than you’ve been here. Are you sure there isn’t something else going on?”

Mina nudged your arm and you swatted at her. “Absolutely not. I just want to hang out with my boyfriend. Sue me.” You got up to put your plate away, grabbing your coat from the rack in the process.

“But you’re hanging out with him at his apartment. Where his bed is.”

“I’m not going there for his ‘bed.’” You rolled your eyes at your best friend, bending down to tie your shoelaces.

“Hm, then again you don’t need a bed, you can have sex pretty much anywh—“

“Okay, see you later, Mina!” You exclaimed, quickly leaving the apartment only to hear Mina’s snickers as you left.

***

You knocked on the door, patiently waiting for your boyfriend to answer. Once he did, Natsuya’s face broke out into a smile as he was genuinely happy to see his girlfriend.

“Hey, you,” he said, kissing your forehead as he opened the door wider to let you in.

You smiled, walking in and he closed the door. “Why’d you call me here?”

“What? A man can’t see his girlfriend or is that a crime?” Natsuya joked and you playfully rolled your eyes at him. “I just wanted to check up on you before you and I headed out for work. I have a feeling that everything is going to escalate from here, especially since the League hasn’t done anything and it’s been three weeks now.”

You plopped down onto his sofa, letting out a loud sigh. It was evident that something was bound to happen and lately, it felt as if you were just sitting back and waiting for something to happen. It didn’t sit well with you that you couldn’t really do anything during this time. But there wasn’t anything that you could do, for now at least.

“You’re right, which is why I’m glad you called me over. I need to show you something.” Natsuya sat down beside you as you pulled out the letter from Hawks from your pocket. You handed it over to him, allowing him to read it over briefly. “What do you think about it?”

“If you want my honest opinion, I’m happy you’re not involved with all of this anymore,” Natsuya said, earning a sigh from you. You knew how he would react but nevertheless you wanted to see for yourself what he would say. Natsuya chuckled at your expression. “Don’t give me that look. You get reckless when anything Ground Zero related is called and it’s because you’re biased. Otherwise, you’re a great hero. But I’m glad Hawks stepped in and is taking care of this.”

You groaned. “I know but I’m still worried. What if I can help but it’s too late or if someone gets hurt instead of me?”

Natsuya wrapped an arm around you, rubbing your shoulders. “Y/N, Hawks is an amazing hero. He was number two back when we were still in high school and he’s still strong. Have some more trust in him, I’m sure he’ll have everything under control.”

You nodded, knowing that he was right. You felt guilty for not being able to decide to deal with Bakugou by trying desperately to understand that he’s not a villain and by trying to reprimand him because of his villainous actions. Natsuya sighed, kissing your head. “Don’t beat yourself up over this. I know you want to help but you don’t have to save every single person in the whole world. You’re not the only hero here. There are so many heroes, your colleagues, who are here for you and will support you.”

You nodded once more, wrapping your arms around his torso. “I know. Thanks, Tsuya.”

“Well, as much as I’d love to stay here like this, we’ve still got to go to work.” He patted your back as he got up, extending his hand out for you. You took it and he pulled you up, the two of you leaving to go to your respective jobs.

***

“It’s finally over!” Jirou cheered loudly, raising her arms into the air.

You sighed, rubbing the sweat from your forehead. You were asked to patrol areas that were considered “critical areas” that were most likely going to be attacked by the League by the Hero Public Safety Commission, the center that is run my non-heroes and it is involved in investigating the most criminally dangerous cases. Jirou was also in the area so she decided to tag along and help you out, just in case there was a scenario in which the League actually did attack.

“Are you headed home?” You asked.

Jirou nodded, stretching her arms out. “Yeah, this has been one of the longest days of my life. I’ve never felt so worked up. The League really needs to be stopped.” You nodded in agreement.

The two of you made your way back to the Commission Center, having to send in reports of what you had seen and the areas that you patrolled. The two of you waved to passerby’s, especially to the children who were ecstatic to have run into two major pros. Your phone rang in your pocket, continuing to vibrate uncontrollably as you fished it out. It was from the police station.

“Hello?”

“Y/N?” A female voice asked from the other line. “This is Tsubaki from the station. Yamashita’s really busy right now but he wanted to make sure to make me tell you that you need to get to the Commission Center immediately.”

You began to worry. “Yes, I’m on my way now. Did something happen?”

“It’s awful, please hurry. Bring as many people as you can, I don’t know how much is left of it.” Tsubaki hung up.

Jirou read your facial expression. “That doesn’t look good.”

“We have to get to the Commission Center now!” You exclaimed, shoving your phone back in your pocket. You began running towards the Center, Jirou following suit. “Something’s going on there, and we have to check it out. Call as many pros as you can, I’ll do the same.” Jirou wearily nodded, wanting to know what’s going on just as much as you want to.

Dear god please let everything be okay…

***

The bar was quieter than usual, only the bartender keeping Bakugou company. But he liked it that way, finding the crowds of people who usually come to be intrusive and bothersome. Thankfully there weren’t any women trying to hit on him like most nights as they try and become the girlfriend of the most wanted man alive.

“Man, you didn’t have to yell at everyone to leave like that. You know it’s bad for my business,” the bartender, Watari, complained.

Bakugou rolled his eyes, setting his glass down on the table. “Oh, please, I’ll pay you triple my fee if you quit your bitching.”

Watari laughed, being used to his number one customer’s prickly attitude after the years he’s spent with Bakugou. Watari was the only man Bakugou fully trusted, someone he turned to when he was asked to abandon his family, friends, and his old life. Watari was also the only one who’s aware of Bakugou’s true identity, understanding that he had to become a villain to help out the pros.

Watari studied Bakugou, the now grown man that he saw as his own son. He set down the glass he was wiping. “You know every time I look at you I keep seeing that hopeless kid that came to me all those years ago.”

Bakugou scoffed. “Tch, I wasn’t hopeless. And I didn’t come to you, you saw me and came to me.”

“Yeah, ‘cause I’ve never seen a kid with such a defeated look in his eye.” Watari chuckled at the memory, running a hand threw his gray hair. “I know the pros are the good guys, and I do trust them. I’ll just never understand what they were thinking asking a child to give up his dreams and his friends and family to help them out.”

“It’s not like they fucking forced me, I agreed to it, you know.”

“I know but I can’t stop thinking about that look on your face. You had to say goodbye to your classmates, to your dream of becoming the number one hero. Hell, if you ask me, you basically handed your dream over to (H/N) without any fight at all! And don’t get me started on you having to abandon your parents, your mother was pissed when you just disappeared all of a sudden.”

Bakugou’s lips turned upward, staring down at his glass as he reminisced with Watari. “That old hag was ready to fucking kill me, calling radio stations and news channels to find me. Must of surprised her when three years later her only son ‘murdered’ the leader of the League to become the leader himself.”

Watari laughed, shaking his head as he recalled the numerous amount of times he saw Bakugou Mitsuki stampeding through the streets to find her son. “You think you’ll ever talk to her? Once you’re done being the bad guy and can go back to your normal life?”

Bakugou sighed, leaning back on the table and staring at the ceiling. “That’s the thing, Pops, I don’t think I can go back. Not to the old hag, to my friends, to being a hero. I haven’t heard from my folks in fucking years, but I don’t blame them since they don’t know the truth. The minute I accepted this job, I knew that I wouldn’t be treated as a kid pursuing heroism like I was before. I’ve been in this shit for over seven years now, no one’s gonna accept me with open arms like that.”

“You’re wrong.” Bakugou turned his head to face him, confused. Watari smiled. “(H/N) would accept you. She’s been accepting you for all these years and she hasn’t been quiet about it either. Also, don’t forget that you have me, kid.”

Bakugou smirked as Watari patted him on the shoulder. “Yeah, it seems like you and that shitty girl are the only ones who believe in me.”

Bakugou turned his head back to the ceiling, closing his eyes and taking a breath in. He stills remembers being a broken down mess, agonizing over the decision he had made. Although he didn’t regret the decision he made, the initial reaction to being given the offer by Hawks was one that he could never forget. He was a high schooler, a teenager, a kid being asked to work with adults to help them out. He was a kid asked to become a double agent and he had to sacrifice everything for it, too. But he didn’t regret it. The minute he got abducted by the League during the Kamino incident, he knew he wasn’t the same fifteen-year-old U.A. student anymore. No matter how many times anyone told him otherwise, Bakugou couldn’t help but blame himself for the incident. And no matter how hard he tried to conceal how he was actually feeling, mostly everyone bought his act, believing that he was fine, believing that he was a tough kid that could put up with the aftermath of the incident.

That is, everyone except you. You saw straight through him and didn’t hesitate to call him out on his bullshit either.

As much as he had missed seeing his friends and his parents, he couldn’t describe the loneliness he felt when he realized he wouldn’t have the shitty girl who he saved from the rooftop of U.A. High nagging him everywhere he went. He couldn’t describe the feeling inside of him when he first saw your face after ten years those few weeks ago in that flower shop. He couldn’t describe the relief he felt when he heard you spew out your drunken yet supportive words for him. You always believed in him, you always cheered for him, and here you were ten years later continuing to believe in him.

Bakugou opened his eyes, shaking his head. It happened again; he couldn’t stop thinking about you.

His fingers subconsciously, like it was practice now, typed your name in the internet browser on his phone. He looked at the images that popped up with the search result. He internally wanted to puke at the picture of you beside your shitty police boyfriend on the day you were announced as the number one hero. What a fucking tool…

“Katsuki.” Watari broke Bakugou away from his thoughts. “Turn the volume up.”

Bakugou looked over to what he was looking at, getting concerned over the news reporter covering what was read as “BREAKING NEWS.” He turned the volume up.

“This is breaking news and I’m coming to you live from the Hero Public Safety Commission. As you can see, the building is completely burnt down, exploded from the inside. Police have been investigating all night, concluding that the explosions from the inside were not caused by notoriously wanted criminal, Ground Zero,” the woman on the screen said to the camera.

Bakugou stood up from his seat, his eyes widening. He had no idea what was going on. “What the fuck?”

“Officials have confirmed that the villain known as Kurogiri was involved in the attack. However, as he is a part of the League of Villains, he does not have a fire type quirk that would cause such an explosion. Officials have also confirmed that there was another figure involved in this atrocious attack, concluding that it was not villains Ground Zero or Dabi.

“To make matters even worse, the only pro hero that was able to get to the scene before all of this unfolded was Hawks. Kurogiri and the second individual involved managed to hurt Hawks so badly that he is currently critically injured and is in intensive care. Officials have confirmed that they do not know when or even if Hawks will be able to recover from this—“

Watari turned the television off, looking over at Bakugou who was absolutely furious over the events. Kurogiri had worked independently, taking orders from someone else, most likely the true leader of the League, and had hurt Bakugou’s actual boss. “Katsuki… Don’t do anything irrational.”

Bakugou grabbed his coat, slamming the bar door open. “I’m gonna kill that Warp Gate fucker.”

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Sister Winter (10/??)

Summary: Keeping secrets only hurts those closest to you, but sometimes the blunt truth hurts more than you’d ever imagine. What happens when you can’t differentiate between the two?

A/N: We’ve finally arrived at the events of The Avengers. I’ve changed canon a little for Reasons, but I’m happy with how this came out overall. Now it’s time for some sad times!

Page dividers by @carryonmyswansong

Word Count: 3.5k

Pairing: ClintxReader

Warnings: Canon typical violence

Part 9

“You must prepare for this invasion, Director,” I say. “There’s no telling the scale of their forces, but I have no doubts that they’re going to come at us with everything they have.”

“And just how do you know this?”

I shake my head. “The energy fluctuations are becoming too unpredictable for there to be any kind of coincidence. If he were further away, the fields would be more stable, just as they were four months ago.”

“Any guess as to when he’ll show up?”

“No, but we are working on an approximation. It’s hard to pinpoint any specific time. I can only say that it’s a matter of weeks now, rather than months.” I take a deep breath before explaining further. “Look, I know you’re not going to like what I say, regardless of how I word it. I have given you the information that I have and I’m simply asking that you trust me.”

He stares at me long enough that I begin to wonder if I said something wrong.

“Alright. We’ll take this into account. Agents Coulson and Hill will be heading this project until the time comes that this thing blows.” He pushes himself up from his chair. “I trust all of you can get along without me here?”

He’s answered by a chorus of “Yes, sir’s”, after which he promptly leaves the room.

Agent Coulson crosses the room to speak with Clint and I. He extends his hand to me and I look at Clint for help. He just gestures for me to take Coulson’s hand, so I do.

“I look forward to working with you,” Coulson says as he shakes my hand.

I’m so surprised that I can’t stop myself from saying, “Really?”

He laughs. “Yes, really. If Clint trusts you, I’ll take the plunge.”

“Oh, well…” I shove my hands into my pockets. “Thank you.”

“Of course,” he smiles and nods at Clint. “Agent Barton.”

Clint nods in return. “Coulson.”

I watch him walk away, perplexed.

“Odd.”

“What?” Clint slings his arm around my shoulders. “Coulson?”

“No, just… all of it, really. Fury just accepted all that. He barely asked any questions.”

“He’s a mysterious guy,” Clint shrugs and turns us towards the door. “Take the win, for now, and worry about what’s happening with the cube instead.”

“You’re right. There are more important things.”

“Yeah, more important things like making sure you actually manage to get some sleep tonight.”

I roll my eyes. “I’ve been trying. Nothing works.”

“You could always stay in my room. There’s more than enough room for the two of us in my bed.”

“Are you sure?” I ask. “I wouldn’t want to impose.”

Clint laughs. “Honey, if I had my way, you would’ve been imposing months ago. I just didn’t want to push you.”

“I thought we had to be quiet about our relationship.”

“If anyone hasn’t noticed that we’re together at this point, they never will,” he says.

I laugh. “I suppose you’re right.”

“So, you’ll stay with me tonight?”

“Unless someone tries to send me back to my room, yes.” He grins and I can’t help smiling back. “Don’t get too excited.”

“I’m gonna get as excited as I want, babe. I get to have a sleepover with my girlfriend.”

I laugh. “You’re so enthusiastic.”

“But so many things are exciting.”

“I will have to trust you on that.”

Clint leads me to a secluded alcove away from most of the foot traffic. Leaning against the wall, he circles his arms around my middle and holds me against him.

“You’re worried,” he says.

“Of course I’m worried.”

“Why?”

“I don’t know. Maybe the fact that there’s a full-scale extraterrestrial invasion headed for your planet, which is hardly even equipped to handle humans to begin with. Not to mention the fact that my father has refused to send any sort of aid.”

“You asked?”

“Of course I asked. Seeing Loki as crazed as he is made me realize that I’m not enough.” I put my head in my hands. “We need all the help we can get, but… I don’t know why I even bother.”

“Because you care, and you care deeply. The fact that you even asked is more than we could’ve done.”

I sigh and fold my arms. “I’m frustrated.”

“I know.”

“I’m sorry.”

“You don’t need to be.”

I nod. “Alright.”

“Come on,” he kisses me briefly and takes my hand. “Let’s get something to eat. We’ll work out a rough plan to run by Maria tomorrow morning.”

“Okay.”

We barely have three weeks to prepare before any kind of extreme anomalies presented themselves.

“Coulson, it’s happening.”

“Now?“ he asks.

“No, next week. Yes, right now,” I hand him the tablet with the Tesseract’s energy readings. “We need to call Fury.”

He scans the readings before handing the tablet back. “I’ll do that right now. Does Maria know?”

I nod. “I let her know earlier so that she could start organizing the evacuation.”

“I’ll help her with that as soon as I get ahold of the Director.”

“Thank you.”

“What’s Clint doing?”

“Keeping an eye on the situation,” I gesture to the catwalk. “He’ll be able to see if anyone’s getting too close to the tesseract before any of us. He’ll let us know if something goes wrong.”

“Alright. I’ll let you know as soon as Fury’s on his way.”

“Thank you,” I reach out and touch his arm. “Really, for everything. You’ve been a massive help.”

“No need to thank me, (Y/N),” he says, sly smile tugging at his lips. “These are interesting times. I’d hate to miss anything.”

I smile and shake my head. “If anyone could manage to put a positive spin on this, it would be you.”

“I do my best,” he says. “I’ll go make that call. You make sure nothing blows up till Fury gets here.”

“I won’t make any promises about that.”

He nods and leaves to make arrangements. I check in with Maria to see where the evacuation plan is at.

“We just need to pack up and leave at this point,” she says. “You’re sure shit’s about to go down?”

“I’m certain. I worry that if we don’t evacuate, we’ll lose more people than necessary.”

“What do you count as necessary?” she asks, one eyebrow raised.

“If it comes down to it, me.”

“You’d be willing to sacrifice yourself?”

“It sounds as if you have a problem with that.”

“I have a problem with anyone sacrificing themselves, but I’m pretty sure Barton would lose his fucking mind if you died.”

“Then we’ll do our best to avoid that.” She doesn’t seem convinced, but there’s no time to worry about it. “Coulson said he’d help you with the evacuation as soon as he has confirmation that Fury is on his way.”

“That’s great. I’ll get started on what I can. Where will you be if we need you?”

“I’ll be on the floor with Selvig. Clint is up in his usual perch. If you need anything, just let us know.”

“Guess I’ll see you when something goes wrong, then.”

I nod and pat her shoulder before heading back to speak with Selvig. I pull one of the lab techs away from the Tesseract before he can get too close along the way.

“All of you, stay away from that,” I command. “We don’t know what could happen if you touch it. I doubt it’ll be a cute little zap.”

Everyone nods and shrinks back to their work stations.

“That was quite the talking to, (Y/N),” Selvig says. “Somehow they never listen when I say the same thing.”

“It has everything to do with what I am, Doctor. I don’t think they like getting bad news from an alien.”

He laughs. “Perhaps. But you can’t really blame them for wanting to get a closer look. We’re watching history happen right in front of us.”

“Many have been lost to history. You all would be wise to remember that.”

“I understand why you’d be wary.”

“But you don’t take my concerns seriously.” I shake my head. “It’s a wonder humans have survived this long.”

“Ah, we’re a resilient species. You’d be surprised what we can survive.”

“I don’t think I want to be.” I fold my arms. “We’re waiting on Fury, now. When he arrives, we can begin to evacuate.”

“Shame. I really hoped that we could learn more before this time came.”

“Don’t worry,” I say. “I’m sure you’ll have ample opportunity to study oddities in the future.”

“I’d consider that a blessing,” he says.

I snorted and left him to his work.

An hour and a half later we begin evacuating the staff and moving important tech and other precious possessions offsite.

An hour after that Fury arrives.

“Talk to me, Doctor,” Fury says.

Selvig meets him halfway, saying, “The Tesseract is misbehaving.”

“Is that supposed to be funny?”

“It’s not funny at all. The Tesseract is not only active, she’s… behaving.”

“How soon can we pull the plug?”

“She’s an energy source. We turn off the power, she turns it. If she reaches peak levels-”

“You prepared for this, harnessing energy from space.”

“But we don’t have the harness. My calculations are far from complete. And she’s throwing off interference, radiation. Nothing harmful, low levels of gamma radiation.”

“That can be harmful,” Fury mutters. “Where’s agent Barton?”

“The Hawk?” Selvig scoffs.

“He’s up on the catwalk, Director,” I say. “Keeping an eye on everything.”

“Get him down here.”

I nod and turn to Clint. I sign for him to come down and he immediately begins his descent.

“You were supposed to be keeping an eye on things,” Fury says.

“I see better from a distance, sir,” Clint offers a nod. “(Y/N)’s been keeping an eye on things closer to the ground.”

“Have either of you seen anything that might set this thing off?”

A technician alerts us to another energy spike and my stomach clenches. It’s getting close.

“Nobody’s come or gone,” Clint says. “And Selvig’s clean. No contacts, no IM’s. If there was any tampering, sir, it wasn’t on this end.”

“You’re still going with your space travel theory?” Fury asks.

“Yeah, the Cube would act as a doorway to the other end of space.” Clint shrugs. “Doors open from both sides.”

The building shakes and I grab Clint’s arm.

“It’s happening.” I look back to everyone at the workstations. “Everybody, out! Get out now.”

The Tesseract sparks and I pull Clint and Director Fury away from the machinery. Something in the Tesseract activates and a beam of light shoots out towards the platform near the wall. Everyone watches in morbid fascination as a portal opens before our eyes. A deep feeling of dread settles in my gut. As soon as it appears, it disperses into the room, leaving behind a figure crouched on the platform.

Several S.H.I.E.L.D. agents creep towards the figure. They slowly lift their head to reveal a wicked grin to go with a shock of wild, raven hair.

“Loki.” I take a step forward, but Fury blocks my path with his arm.

“Sir,” he says. “Please put down the spear.”

Loki looks at the object in his hand as if just now noticing he had it. He tilts his head to the side and lifts the spear, pointing it directly at Fury, Clint, and I. I manage to shove Clint and Fury away, but wind up taking the brunt of the blast. In the time it takes me to get to my feet again, he’s taken down five men and nearly killed the technician who was caught in the crossfire.

Before I can react, Loki rushes over to Clint, easily slapping his gun away. The glint of cold recognition in Loki’s eyes freezes the blood in my veins. Clint grunts as he struggles against my brother’s hold.

“You have heart,” Loki says. Loki lifts the spear to Clint’s chest.

“Stop!” I yell.

Loki jerkily turns his head to look at me, His eye twitches. “You.”

“Me.”

“You dare interfere?”

“Yes, I dare. You’re making a mistake here, Loki.”

“I assure you, I am not,” he says. He holds out his free hand to me. “Join me, sister. We can do this together.”

“I won’t,” I shake my head. “Just let him go. Please.”

“I don’t think I will.”

He presses the point of the spear to Clint’s chest and his demeanor immediately changes. His posture relaxes and he puts away his gun. Something about his eyes changes. I’m too distracted to notice Loki doing the same to another agent. His attention is drawn back towards Fury at the sound of a faint click.

“Please don’t,” he says. “I still need that.”

My eyes flit from the case in Fury’s hand to where the Tesseract is supposed to be. I only find an empty space.

“This doesn’t have to get any messier,” Fury just barely turns back.

“Of course it does. I’ve come too far for anything else.” That seems to get Fury’s full attention. “I am Loki, of Asgard, and I am burdened with glorious purpose.”

“Loki,” Selvig stumbles to his feet.

“No,” I try to gesture for him to stay back. No one pays attention to me.

“We have no quarrel with your people,” Fury says, managing to keep his voice even and steady.

“An ant has no quarrel with a boot.”

“You planning to step on us?”

“I come with glad tidings,” Loki looks pointedly at everyone in the room. “Of a world made free.”

“Free from what?” I ask.

“Freedom,” Loki says as if it’s the most obvious answer. “Freedom is life’s great lie. Once you accept that, in your heart-” he presses the spear to Selvig’s chest. The Doctor gasps at the reaction. “You will know peace.”

“Yeah, you say “peace,” I kinda think you mean the other thing.”

Clint and I both notice the anomaly swirling in the ceiling of the room. Clint approaches Loki while I creep closer to the Director.

“Sir, Director Fury is stalling.” Clint steps up beside Loki and looks back at Fury and I. “This place is about to blow, and drop a hundred feet of rock on us. He means to bury us.”

“Like the pharaohs of old.”

“He’s right,” Selvig says. “The portal’s collapsing in on itself. We have, maybe, two minutes before this goes critical.”

“Well then.”

Loki looks to Clint and nods and draws his gun. I just barely manage to jump in front of the director before Clint’s shot hits him. The force of the bullet knocks me back into Fury and we both fall to the floor in a heap. Neither of us can recover in time to stop Loki and his company from leaving with the Tesseract.

I roll off of the director and stumble to my feet only to brace myself against the wall. My legs give out and I slide to the floor, clawing at my jacket in search of the bullet. I barely register Fury warning Maria about Clint as I pull the bullet from my chest. I unzip my jacket and pull my t-shirt aside to inspect the potential wound. The skin just barely split, but I’ll have an awful bruise in the morning.

Fury hauls me to my feet and drags me from the room.

“They’ve got the Tesseract,” he says to Maria. “Shut them down!”

I follow Fury through the halls and out to the helicopter he arrived in. As soon as we lift off, we’re in pursuit of Loki’s commandeered vehicle. Fury shoots at them, only for Loki to shoot us out of the sky. Fury and I manage to jump from the aircraft before it crashes with us in it. Fury recovers faster than I do and he fires off several more rounds at the car. They manage to get away unscathed. I watch them drive off before falling back onto the dirt and trying to catch my breath.

I can faintly hear Coulson trying to contact Fury. He picks up and fills Coulson in. Fury asks for a report from Maria, who seems to still be stuck at the facility. She’s tasked with finding anyone she can that’s still alive in the tunnels.

“Coulson,” Fury says. “Get back to base. This is a Level Seven. As of right now, we are at war.”

“What do we do?” Coulson asks.

“We’re pulling every resource we have,” Fury’s jaw clenches. “That includes the Avengers initiative.”

“Sir, are you sure about that?”

“We have no other choice.”

“Yes, sir.”

The line cuts out and Fury appears in my line of sight. He offers me a hand up and I take it. I wobble as I get to my feet, but manage to steady myself.

“So,” he says. “You’re blue.”

“What?” He gestures at me and I look down at my hands. The enchantments must have faltered when I was shot. “Fuck.”

“Why keep this a secret?”

“I… you’re not upset?”

“No, I’m not upset. You’re not exactly the first alien I’ve met. I just need to know going forward.”

“I don’t understand.”

“You prioritized the mission over yourself and your boyfriend,” he explains. “You took a bullet for me-”

“I’m a little more bulletproof than you are,” I mutter. He scowls and I shrink away. “Sorry.”

“As I was saying, that earns you a little respect, if not a little trust on my end.”

“I-thank you, Director.”

“Explain yourself, thank me after.”

“Right, uhm… yes, I am blue. I hid it because I didn’t expect anyone to react well to someone who didn’t look human randomly showing up and warning them of a potential war. Before that, I hid it because those from my homeworld aren’t welcome on Asgard.”

“I was under the impression that you were Asgardian.”

“No, my brother and I hail from Jotunheim. We are Frost Giants by birth. Our adoptive father imbued Loki with enough power to disguise him as an Asgardian. I wasn’t so lucky.”

“So you stick out like a sore thumb.”

“Yes.”

“Fair play. Anything else you can do?”

I shrug. “I can freeze things, though it’s not particularly impressive. I’ve only managed to burn my brother.”

“Which brother?”

“The one you actually like.”

“The blond one?”

“Yes.”

“He planning on making an appearance?” he asks.

“I’m not sure. I’ve asked for help from Asgard, but I haven’t gotten an answer.”

He begins walking back towards the facility. “I guess we’ll have to work with what we got right now.”

“I just hope that’s enough.”

I wrap my arms around myself and follow behind Fury.

Just before we meet up with Coulson he turns back and says, “We’ll get him back.”

I just nod.

I’m with Coulson when he calls Natasha. She tries to get him off the phone but seems to listen when he mentions Clint.

“He’s been compromised,” Coulson says.

He bobs his head from side to side and shoots me a wink while he waits for Natasha to get back on the line.

“We don’t know where he is, but I’ll brief you on everything when you get back.” Coulson takes a file that’s handed to him. “First, we need you to talk to the big guy.”

I can hear her scoff.

“Oh, I’ve got Stark,” he says. “You get the big guy.”

Her answer is positive, or something close to it because he goes to end the call. I quickly jump up from my seat and hold my hand out to stop him.

“Wait, please.”

“Stay on the line, Natasha.” He places his hand over the receiver. “What is it?”

“Could I talk to her?”

“You know her?”

I nod. “Clint introduced us.”

He nods and brings the phone back to his ear. “You have a minute to talk to (Y/N)?”

I take the phone when he holds it out to me and follow him down the hall. “Natasha?”

“(Y/N),” she says. “How are you holding up?”

‘Well, Clint shot me, so I’ll say not well.“

“He shot you? That doesn’t sound right.”

“He was aiming for Fury. I jumped in and took the bullet.”

“You’re okay?”

“I’m fine. Bruised, but fine. I don’t think he was aiming to kill. But something Loki did to him… I think it’s mental. Maybe he’s controlling him.”

“You think Clint’s okay?”

“Loki wouldn’t have taken him if he weren’t useful to him past being a bargaining chip. He has to be alive.”

“Okay, I believe you.”

“I’m worried,” I admit.

“We’ll get him back, (Y/N). Don’t worry.”

“Okay.”

“I have to go. I’ll talk to you when we reach the Helicarrier.”

“Alright, good luck.” The line goes dead and I hand the phone back to Phil. “Thank you.”

“No problem.” He tucks the phone into his breast pocket. “I’m headed out. You wanna come with? Dropping in on Stark is usually pretty entertaining.”

I shake my head. “I can’t, Fury handed off everyone’s profiles to me earlier. I want to know everything I can before they show up.”

“I understand. Just remember that everyone’s different in person than they are on paper.”

“I’ll keep that in mind, thank you.”

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Part 11

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I would hug him

Part of the todoroki family

Name: Akari todoroki 

Age:16

Quirk: white flames

Hair color: white with faded red

Eye color: blue

Description of quirk:  you have white flames, you learned how to use it in different ways, You can last about an hour longer than todoroki when he uses his quirk.

Homelife: If someone were to know who had it worse you or shoto, it would be you. Your quirk was white flames. You were hotter than shots but because he had fire an ice he still continued training. But you had it worse since you lasted longer than Touya or shoto when using your quirk. Enji trained you longer than he did shoto. He was harder on you. Yet your mother’s first instinct was to go to him, completely ignoring you when you were on the floor crying. You didn’t know if it was because she knew Touya was going to come and help you or what all you knew was that you felt like she hated you. Also, you and shoto are supposed to be twins but you guys aren’t really, you guys were both born on the same day but that’s about it.

“Touya’s dead” those words from your father echoed through your head. At that moment you felt your whole world come crashing down. You felt your sibling’s eyes on you but you didn’t care. Tears started rolling down your face as you stood there shocked. Had he really just left you alone to deal with this monster you call a father. But why. Your thoughts were interrupted when fiyumi held something up in front of you. “Touya told me to give this to you on your birthday but I think you need it now.” she had tears in her eyes but she still smiled. You took the hoodie from her looking at it. It was a black hoodie with blue strings. The zipper was broken and it had a small tear on the side of it. “But this is Touya’s favorite,” you said as some tears fell onto the hoodie. You looked inside the hoodie and found a paper. You took it out and read it. “Dear Akari, it’s your big bro. I wanted to give you this, you told me you liked it a while ago, its kinda old but I hope you like it. Love you, happy birthday sis. P.S. try getting rid of that biting your lip habit” was what it said. You could feel more tears falling as you read the paper. You put the note in your pocket and put the hoodie on. It was way too big for you. It was kind of bi on him last time you saw it. The hood covered your eyes not letting you see. Natsuo lifted it up revealing your smiling face. Still teary but smiling. Shoto hugged you, you gratefully returned the hug. After that, you never took it off. Only when you were training or needed to wash it. Your 8-year-old self didn’t know how to at the time so fiyumi took care of it.

By the age of 10, you stopped calling your father, father, and called him enji or endeavor. You had so much hatred towards this man, he didn’t even seem like a man to you he seemed like a monster. You were the only one brave enough to actually fight back as your other siblings just watched. You had become cold to your family. You didn’t talk to shoto like you used to, nor fiyumi nor Natsuo, not even your own mother. All you wanted was your big brother. You all used to call him big bro Touya, he was the oldest but he was shorter than fiyumi and Natsuo. Even then he always protected you guys. 

You were 13 when you ran away. You didn’t know why but something was telling you Touya was still alive. You made it your goal to find him. You were going to find him.

By the time you were 14, you were a well-known assassin. You had stopped wanting to be a hero when you were 9 but kept that to yourself. They had announced you dead too after you left. The public knew you as deadline. Your identity was a secret form everybody, the media never got a good picture of you. All they got was a girl with long white hair and that was it. Other than that the pictures were blurry. You had killed a lot of people and you had to admit you felt good. You had two goals now, find your brother, and kill endeavor. 

You were 16 right now. You looked up to stain. Every word he spoke was the truth. This world was filled with fake hero’s. One that just wanted money, fame, glory. It made you sick. You kept tabs on your brother. Apparently he was going to UA now. You were watching the news in your apartment when your phone rang. “Hello this deadline speaking what can I help you with” your voice was calm, almost seductive. “We have a job for you,” the man said. “Go on,” you said. “We need you to try and kill endeavor,” the man said, you could almost hear the smirk in his tone. “Is that so,” you said putting out the cigarette you had. “We offer 1 million if you try and he doesn’t die, we give 2 million if he doses die.” the man said. “No, how about 2 million if he doesn’t die and 4 million if he does” you offered. It was silent on the other side. “Deal, we’ll send one of our guys when the jobs done, we need it done by the end of the month,” he said before hanging up. You put your phone down and smiled to yourself. “I guess I have to speed the process up a bit, oh well works for me,” you said to yourself. “Im coming enji” you sai to yourself. You giggled, that giggle turned into a laugh, then a psychotic laugh. You did your research on his whereabouts. Apparently he had a meeting next week with the top pros. You looked at where it was going to held, then you planned out everything. 

The next week came by fast. You woke up earlier than usual. You noticed that the white dye was starting to wash out a bit showing the faded red at the end. You shrugged it off and figured you would redye it later. “So the meetings at 12:00 pm,” you thought to yourself as you tied your hair up in a ponytail. Your hair was long, it went down to your knees. You put on your black ripped jeans, with a white shirt. You put Touya’s hoodie on. You had fixed the tear it had, you also did something so the hood wouldn’t fall off if thongs got messy and you had to fight. You put on your white mask that had your villain name on the bottom of it. You looked in the mirror at yourself. Your eyes seemed the brightest under the hood. You had to admit you had lost some of your sanity over the years. But you felt happier away from the place you used to call home. You put the two guns on your belt, put the spear point pocket knife next to one of the guns, and put the normal straight with the other. You didn’t like using your quirk to kill, only if you had to. That would just make it easier for them to identify you. You were skilled with a knife and gun, a lot of other weapons to but these were your favorites. The spear pint was dull, you used it when you wanted them to feel more pain. You used the other when you wanted to make it quirk because it was sharp and you struggled less. When you left your place it was 10:00 am. He was walking to the meeting, apparently, he wanted to meet some fans so you figured he would start walking around 11:00 am and you were right. He was by himself. There were no other pros around right now. When he was walking through an alleyway to get away from the cameras you jumped him. You stabbed his right hand and put a white cloth in his mouth muffling the sound. You quickly did the same on the other hand but of course, he was going to put up a fight. You didn’t have to kill him even though you really wanted to. You had stabbed him 3 times and shot him 2 times. He was still standing though. He couldn’t use his flames from his hands if he did that could cause a lot of permanent damage. You used the normal straight and stabbed him in the back. When he fell on his knees you spoke. “How’s it feel getting stabbed in the back by your own child,” you said with an evil smirk. His eyes widened. He tried speaking but he was to fucked up and muffled. You laughed in front of him before he knocked out. Or died you would find out later. “It feels so good to finally do that after all these years,” you said with a relieved sigh. You heard clapping behind you. You turned around to see the number 3 hero hawks standing there. He got to endeavor and tried to stop the bleeding. “Pathetic,” you said. He sent one of his feathers to get you but you disappeared in the swirl of white fire. He waited for the others to arrive so he could look for you but he never found you. When you returned t your place you were pretty fucked up yourself. Your mask had his blood splattered on it, along with your shirt, the hoodie you could barely tell. You took off your clothes and but them in the washer. You lied down in your bra and jeans watching the news. “Pro hero endeavor stabbed and shot in an alleyway on his way to a meeting. The pro heroes claim it was the assassin villain known as deadline.” the lady continued on. You scoffed. You wrapped your head and your arms in bandages. “Stupid bird” you muttered to yourself. You had gotten into problems with him before, barely escaping. He never really saw you. He had no idea what you looked like all he knew was that you were too fucking good at your job. You were the only villain that ever got away from him.

Dabi’s POV

When I first heard my sister was dead already knew it wasn’t true. They said the same thing for me yet im still here. It wasn’t that hard to figure out deadline was her either. What amazed me but also pissed me off was the fact that she got to endeavor first. But she does have her reasons. I’ve ran into her a few times but she didn’t recognize me at all. Then again that is the point. When shigaraki told me to try and recruit her I felt pity for her. If she did join she would probably die the first week. But that handjob is my boss right now so I dont really have a choice.

Your POV

All I wanted was ramen, not to try and be recruited by the league of villains. Yes, they were a good group but why now. I’m still beaten up and my fucking ankle hurts. Why am I going with this guy. “So tell me again why your boos wanted me to join,” I asked him, He didn’t really give me detail on why before. “I dont know, what I do know is that a small fire like you is gonna get themselves killed within a week” he smirked. “Wow, clearly you dont know me,” I said giving him one of my own. 

Authors POV

Dabi actually thought he did, but you had changed from that cute innocent girl from childhood. He just didn’t see it. When he saw you still had the hoodie he gave you he couldn’t help but smile a bit. You were the one person he could never hurt. Villian or not he would never. He had made you that promise back when you were 6. He might have broken a lot of promises but ht one was the only one he count break. “Zip it up,” he said when he noticed you just had your bra on with the hoodie and jeans. “Cant the zippers broken, and even then it’s fucking hot” you wined as you looked up at the sun. Maybe it was just his big brother instincts telling him to say that. “Well, just a warning, we have a crazy girl named toga. She’s a complete psychopath. Our leader is to,” he said trying to remember everybody he could. “Then there twice, he’s pretty chill, there’s this other guy, calls himself spinner. He licked collecting knives and shit” he said bluntly. You just nodded. “What about you what’s your name,” you asked. “Just call me dabi, what’s your name,” he asked. “Just call me deadline,” you said. “So are you dead,” he asked. You knew exactly what he meant by are you dead. “She’s gone, that innocent girl is gone,” you said with a small smile on your face. “So am I,” he said looking down at you. “Damn it you fucking tree, you’re too tall” you wined. “Nah your just to short,” he said patting you on the head. You were probably about 5’2 or 5’1. You forgot all you knew was that this man was too tall for you. He seemed oddly familiar, yes you had met him but you never really met him. 

When you guys got to the base you were greeted by a black fog guy. “I see you got her here” he seemed like a gentleman. “Oh yeah that’s kurogiri,” dabi said. “Forgot about him,” he said as he walked to where the other girl was sitting. “So your the one who almost killed endeavor,” a guy with a hand on his face said as he scratched his neck. God, he was disgusting. “Yeah” was all you said. “Zip up your hood,” he said looking away from you. “Oh my god, the zippers fucking broken I can’t” you wined. “Dabi where did you find her,” he asked. “She was on her way to the ramen shop nearby,” he said. Shigaraki sighed. “How old are you,” he asked. “16,” you said bluntly. The girl jumped up. “Yay, im not the only girl here anymore, and shes around my age,” she said excitedly. “Oh great, another minor” shigaraki said. You ignored him. “How old are you toga,” you asked. “17,” she said happily. “Good to know,” you said with a smile. “So tell us about yourself,” spinner said as he leaned against the wall with his arms crossed.  “If you’re trying to look edgy, stop,” you said bluntly. Some of the others just laughed. “Im being serious,” he said. Toga dragged you over to sit with her. “What do you wanna know,” you asked. “What’s your past” toa asked. “Uh, abusive dad. He wanted power more than anything. He had a lot of children just so they could be what he wanted.” you leaned back. “Me and my other brother were twins, both the youngest. I wasn’t close to him though. I was closer to my two older brothers than my twin or my sister. Especially my older brother. He protected me a lot, my mother kina just ignored me. He was there up until I was 8. He “Died,” you said rolling your eyes.  “My father didn’t care, he continued training me till I felt like I was going to die. All my brother left was this hoodie. And a note” you said pulling out a piece of paper from the pocket. Dabi couldn’t blive you still had it. “Can we read it?” toga asked. “Sure,” you said handing it to her. She and dabi read it. “Aw, that’s nice,” toga said. “What did you scribble out,” dabi asked. “My name,” you said. “I’ll tell you guys it when I feel I can trust you, but only my first name. Anyways. After he left the torture never ended. I burned myself a lot.” you said lifting up your sleeve to your shoulder. There was a huge burn mark. “My father did this to me after he died, saying it was my fault,” you said as you put it down. “That son of a bitch told her it was her fault,” dabi thought to himself. “He didn’t want to accept the fact that it was his so he pinned it on me. I believed it for the longest time. When I was 9 I stopped wanting to be a hero. When I was 13 I ran away from that place. Leaving everybody behind. Not that I really cared, I know my brothers still alive. Im not that stupid.” you said shooting a glare at dabi. “I mean I’ve met him before, didn’t recognize him the first couple of times but the most recent one I knew it was him,” you said looking away as a smile appeared on your face. You really did figure it out, he wasn’t really surprised though. “What would you do if you saw him again” twice asked. You thought for a second. “First I would punch him for leaving me alone like that, them I would hug him, then punch him again for not taking me with him,” you said. The others just laughed. “Oh really,” dabi said with a smirk. You both got up. “Uh-huh,” you said as a shit-eating grin was plastered no your face. Everybody else was confused. Dabi was fine if they knew you guys were siblings as long as they didn’t know who your family was. Or your names. You both stepped closer to each other. “Do it then?” he said in a challenging voice. He thought your punch wasn’t going to be as strong as it was. When you punched him he doubled over and spit out some blood. “Woops to hard,” you said rubbing the back of your neck. “Wheres my fucking hug,” he said standing up straight. You wrapped your arms around him and he did the same. The league had no words. “Oh my god, this cute” toga said. You both pulled away and turned to her. You just smiled as you punched him again a little less hard though.

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