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Switch it Up

A smutty one-shot in the universe of MHA: Anarchy. Kinky preening and primal play with Dom Hawks and OC Zak.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/66844147

Excerpt:

He let go of Zak’s wrists and climbed off of him, but when Zak started to sit up, Hawks pushed him back down roughly…then growled. Zak glanced at him between heavy breaths, and smirked a little, but Hawks growled again and Zak obediently averted his eyes.

They’d played this game before.

Hawks crossed his legs and sat up, straightened his back and lifted his chin. He spread his wings with a sharp flap, flaring out every feather.

“Preen me.” he commanded, looking down his nose at his defeated lover.

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Right now, only one fic uses this tag. Mine. And that's a damned shame because it should be many more.

Bring me joy by writing this tag into YOUR Hawks fic.

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Post-war Keigo headcannon: He got so itchy needing the rapid decision making that he did in his Hero work, and craved the mental gymnastics of controlling individual feathers for elaborate rescues, so he took up StarCraft and became a world renowned champion.

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Some art of @moonchild8912 and my OCs. They are both trans masc bat heteromorphs so they had to be friends! Now they're practically brothers.

Here’s the story: someone called Zak a transphobic slur earlier in the day and he laughed it off and went about his business like it was no big deal, until he could be with someone who could really understand, then had a small breakdown. Meanwhile, Marshall plans a murder.

Having the needling question of "why didn't I pass?" plaguing you the entire day is sometimes difficult to understand unless you've been through it. And Marshall has been through it.

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Prompt: write a scenario where Hawks perceives the loss of his wings as a GOOD thing and is relieved about it, like it's the loss of a burden or something, and how that changes life for post-war Keigo.

Edit: presenting this primarily as an exercise in writing a perspective that's very different from my default (as I'm already a big fan of Hawks-copes-with-identity-loss stories)

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A super fluffy one-shot about how Hawks gets his chirp back.

This *can* be read standalone, but I think if you read it after the main fic (Anarchy) you'll have a better appreciation for Hawks's relationship with my OC and how they got to this point.

But also if you just want some fast fluff, go for it.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/66117328

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At The Constellation

Summary: She actually recognized him. She’d seen his image all over the news in recent years, an up and coming Pro Hero who’d earned a ranking most in his profession didn’t break into until their late-twenties. Oh saints, that’s Endeavor. Her jaw didn’t exactly drop. Rei was too well-mannered to gape, but her lips opened a little and her lower row of teeth did part ways a fraction from the top. Involuntarily, she reached out and pinched her father’s sleeve, pulling him to a halt. He turned to her.

“You didn’t mention he was a Pro Hero,” she remarked.

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New Rei Himura-centric fic!

It's not part of the Ambush Simulation AU, but it is Ambush Sim compliant and the only reason I didn't include it is because I may or may not make this part of a separate series.

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college dbhwks

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I don't need my Quirk to beat your ass...

An illustration for my fic, MHA: Anarchy, for the chapter entitled "A Respectful Adult Conversation." Excerpt below.

“FINE!” Zak turned away from him and threw his hands in the air. “We’re doing this. We’re fighting.”

“Oh really,” Hawks sneered.

“Yes.” Said Zak, pulling his shirt off. It got caught on one wing and he flapped it away. “So go ahead. Use your Quirk on me, slice me to ribbons, I don’t fucking care.”

He stood there and spread his arms, baring his chest. Hawks fumed and started taking off his jacket.

“I don’t need my Quirk to beat your ass, Zak.” To illustrate, Hawks removed every single one of his feathers and set them aside in a neat little pile. He stretched out his tiny base wings, expecting Zak to make a snarky comment about them. But Zak must have been too angry.

“But you,” Hawks went on, tossing his visor and headphones onto his jacket, “you can use your Quirk at full force on me.”

Zak shifted his weight on one hip and leveled a glare at Hawks that fired him up even more.

“You don’t deserve my Quirk,” he said, his voice dripping with derision.

Something about that pissed Hawks off so much that he couldn’t stand it. After a moment’s thought of his laundry status, he pulled off his compression top as well. His base wings slipped through the wing slots with ease.

“Fine,” Hawks said, “let’s do this.”

He turned to toss his shirt onto his pile, fuming. He thought of all the infuriating times that Zak completely ignored his strength, his speed, and how dangerous he was as a Pro Hero up against a scrawny street rat. Hawks didn’t want to hurt him, but he sure wanted to make Zak submit.

When he turned back around, Zak had already closed the distance and sucker-punched him in the face.

Okay, maybe he wanted to hurt him a little.

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Read the fic here!

https://archiveofourown.org/works/62797153/chapters/160774675

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It's true, there is nothing that brings me so much joy as a detailed comment!

"i don't comment on ao3 because i don't wanna be annoying or weird" skill issue + you greatly underestimate the power dynamic here, writing multi paragraph comments is like feeding a bunch of deeply insane and possibly starved ducks at the park and watch them go completely mad over having received a piece of bread

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"Hawks took a turn letting Zak chase him, and it was a bit of a challenge to go slow enough to make it fun. He just wasn’t used to yielding to someone else in the air. But he figured it out and led Zak all over the sky. He’d fly straight up and then relax his wings and plummet, shooting right past Zak before he had a chance to turn, or he’d do loops and be surprised when Zak moved to catch him on the exit. It was fun! "

From my fic, MHA: Anarchy

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The reaction of the Pro-Heroes to their little fan.

All Might:

All Might’s eyes light up with his signature heroic grin as he spots the child in a pint-sized version of his iconic costume. He kneels down to their level, his booming voice warm and encouraging. “Young hero! Your spirit shines brighter than my Plus Ultra!” He signs the autograph with a flourish, adding a motivational “Go beyond!” and ruffles their hair, inspiring them to keep dreaming big. His enthusiasm leaves the kid starry-eyed.

Aizawa (Eraser Head):

Aizawa’s expression remains stoic, his tired eyes scanning the child in a mini-Eraser Head outfit, complete with a tiny capture scarf. He sighs softly, muttering, “Kids these days…” but there’s a faint softness in his gaze. He scribbles a quick autograph, handing it over with a deadpan, “Don’t stay up too late idolizing heroes. Get some sleep.” Despite his gruff demeanor, he gives a subtle nod of approval, secretly touched by the kid’s admiration.

Present Mic:

Present Mic lets out an ecstatic “YEAHHHH!” when he sees the child rocking a mini version of his loud hero getup. He cranks up the energy, striking a dramatic pose. “Look at this future STAR! You’re ready to crank it to ELEVEN!” He signs the autograph with a flashy signature, adding musical notes and a “Stay loud, lil’ listener!” He probably throws in a quick selfie with the kid, hyping them up until they’re giggling uncontrollably.

Hawks:

Hawks flashes a charming grin as he spots the child in a tiny version of his winged hero outfit, complete with makeshift feathers. He crouches down, wings twitching playfully. “Yo, kid, you’re rockin’ this look better than me!” He signs the autograph with a quick, stylish flourish, tossing in a feather as a keepsake. “Keep those wings soaring, alright?” His laid-back, cool vibe leaves the kid beaming with excitement.

Endeavor:

Endeavor’s intense gaze softens slightly as he towers over the child dressed in a miniature flame-covered costume. He’s visibly awkward, not used to such adoration. “Hmph, you’ve got… dedication,” he grumbles, signing the autograph with a precise, almost formal signature. He hands it over, adding a stern, “Stay strong and train hard.” Despite his gruff tone, there’s a flicker of pride in his eyes at inspiring the next generation.

Fat Gum:

Fat Gum’s face lights up with a massive, toothy grin when he sees the child in a chubby, padded version of his costume. “Aww, look at this lil’ hero! You’re ready to gobble up some villains!” He laughs heartily, scooping the kid up for a gentle hug before signing the autograph with a big, messy scrawl. He tosses in a candy from his pocket, saying, “Keep eatin’ strong, kiddo!” His warm, protective energy makes the child feel like a true sidekick.

Mirko (Rumi Usagiyama):

Mirko crouches down to the kid’s level, smirking as she eyes their tiny, makeshift bunny-themed costume. “Well, look at this! You’ve got some serious spunk, kid, rockin’ my style!” She’d playfully ruffle their hair or flick the fake bunny ears on their costume, chuckling. “Wanna be a hero like me? Better start training those kicks now!” She’d sign the autograph with a flourish, maybe adding a little bunny doodle next to her name, and toss the kid a wink. “Keep it fierce, little rabbit!”

Gang Orca:

Gang Orca’s sharp eyes widen slightly as the tiny fan barrels toward him, unfazed by his towering, toothy presence. He’d kneel carefully, his deep voice softening as he says, “You’re quite brave to approach me, young one. I see you’ve crafted a fine costume.” He’d examine their outfit with a serious nod, as if inspecting a hero-in-training. “Dedication like this is the mark of a true hero.” He’d sign the autograph with precise, bold strokes, maybe offering a gentle pat on the shoulder. “Stay strong and protect those who need it.”

Best Jeanist:

Best Jeanist tilts his head, a faint smile visible beneath his high collar as he takes in the child’s slightly mismatched, homemade denim costume. “My, my. You’ve captured the essence of my style with remarkable creativity,” he’d say, voice smooth and approving. “A hero’s appearance reflects their resolve. You’re off to an excellent start.” He’d sign the autograph with elegant calligraphy. “Polish your craft, young hero, and let your spirit shine.”

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MHA: Anarchy Chapter 59 and 60

The final chapter and epilogue of my fic

Chapter 59: https://archiveofourown.org/works/62797153/chapters/166646353

Epilogue: https://archiveofourown.org/works/62797153/chapters/166646416

And that, my friends, is the end! Thank you so much to everyone who went along for the ride and fell in love with Zak and my other characters. Even if you're reading this long after it was first posted, I would love to hear from you. What did you like? What did you learn? Did anything radicalize you?

If you enjoyed my writing and want more of it (especially if you're a fan of people with wings), I self-published a cozy fantasy novel called An Unlikely Flock that you might like! It's available on Amazon for now, but I'm working on getting it on IngramSpark so there will be a non-Amazon option soon. Link is pinned on my profile page!

If you have any questions about the fic, please feel free to ask them in the AMA on my tumblr profile page. Thanks again to everyone who supported me. Special shout-out to the Aviary discord for all your support and enthusiasm! Will there be more to the Zakverse? Who can say. WHO CAN SAY. I definitely will be adding illustrations to all the chapters over time. I'll post them all to tumblr, too.

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MHA: Anarchy Chapter 58

Hawks and Zak heal together, and everything's going to be okay.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/62797153/chapters/166584913

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Last panel is pure gold

Comic I did for @beybuniki because I love getting involved in people’s fankid

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MHA: Anarchy Chapter 57

Everyone holds their breath as Hawks tries his most complicated rescue yet.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/62797153/chapters/166460707

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MHA: Anarchy Chapter 56

Oh no.....

https://archiveofourown.org/works/62797153/chapters/166379101