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I gave them some color 🤏🏻

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I got reminded of Volts dialogue where he said he was a really good dancer- I had to do it justice

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I'm enamored by his level of freak

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Stumbling upon your breaker box should have surprised you less than it did. It was... hard to know what to expect when you met Eddie and Volt, to say the least.

Someone charming and ever protective, with a quick mouth and silver tongue, paired alongside someone burned-out yet determined, and sarcastic with a steel composure and a busy mind...

The two completed each other in all ways you could not understand. But unbeknownst to you, the more and more you visited- exchanging teasing banter, helping around the speakeasy bar with repairs and cleaning and restock, even helping Volt greet guests as they arrived and assisting Eddie at the bar when a rush came out of the blue- the more they talked and thought about you, and the more they convinced themselves that there was room for one more.

The thought was entertaining to Volt. What a challenge it would be to find out exactly how to push your buttons, to find your limit. How long would it take you to drop your flirty facade and melt under his gaze? As much of a brat as he was, Volt also enjoyed the power he had when dangling the promise of pleasure just out of reach. Volt wanted to find all the ways to make your guard crumble.

Eddie was almost struggling to keep his cool with you around now. Almost. It was difficult to contain the flustering thoughts that filled his brain whenever he brushed by you a little too closely when making drinks, or how distracted he would become when he could spot you mingling across the bar. Your eyes were always so big and innocent, and it plagued Eddie's mind to think about how they would look, full of tears as he took you to the brink. Eddie knew you would be so good for him.

The Breaker Box boys could have blew a fuse when they saw you walk through the bar doors. Too distracted with these thoughts of you, it was almost surprising to think they may have forgotten just how much harder it would be to keep it all under control with you here now. What a privilege it was to finally have you right in front of them.

Volt couldn't help but lower his voice dangerously, his words of welcome dripping hot with desire and need, "Always a welcoming sight, live wire." You could feel the warmth radiating off of him, the closeness not necessarily new, but... different.. charged.

Eddie slid a drink your way, the liquid dancing around the brim of the glass, "Same as always, spark." While his voice was as steady as steel, there was a deeper rumble that could only be missed by the untrained ear.

Volt was greedy. He wanted to accept what you gave and take even more, he wanted to empty your mind of everything else but him. Eddie was evil. He wanted to break you in all the right ways, he wanted to make you short circuit until you were dumb and feeling oh so full.

They wanted to eat you whole.

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woah can’t believe one of the photos izuku took was canon erasermic raising eri that’s so crazyyyy !!!!!!

fr tho i had so much fun drawing this it was really interesting to try to mimic horikoshis style i hope i did it some justice!!

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𝐍𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐑𝐞𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐭 𝐓𝐡𝐲 𝐅𝐚𝐥𝐥

𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: Hawks x ProHero!Reader Drabble

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: Some were scared to love, feared it, avoided it at every turn. But to Hawks, what is fear if not merely just an obstacle you have yet to overcome?

𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: none, reader can be read as gender neutral, sad hawks at the beginning, mutual pining, slow burn, friends to lovers?

𝐓𝐨𝐭𝐚𝐥 𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐂𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 2,367

𝐀𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐞: I didn't think I would be writing for Hawks so soon! This drabble is a little experimental for me, but I'm happy with how it turned out :-) Hope you enjoy!

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Hawks was no stranger to love…

It wasn't often he found something pretty to get along with, but when he did, it didn't take long for a small flame to grow into a fire. Secret dinners, blind dates, dating apps… even dates hidden in shared plans with other friends- Contrary to popular belief, Hawks could count on his two hands how many relationships he's been in. Before they could ever turn into something more, though, something substantial and long and sustaining… they would all dwindle into nothing more than ash.

Love was something everyone craved, one way or another. With many shapes and forms, and its difficult-to-define manner, it's possible to believe that love could be found everywhere, and in almost anything- A book with curled corners and pages faded with age, the same mug placed in the sink every morning after a homemade cup of coffee, the shared bottle of water on a sunny, humid day, or even in the gentle wind that hugs you as you walk from place to place. It wasn't hard to romanticize simple, everyday things, or to see the appreciation and infatuation that squeezed itself into the actions shared with others.

The first time Hawks thought he could keep someone around, he submitted to the intimacy and let his guard down. He felt safe, secure, content… After spending his most recent years running and moving faster than anyone else, Hawks understood the sacrifice of slowing down for someone, how it would be worth it, it had to be, if it meant he got to experience the one thing that felt inevitable, yet hard to catch. Finally, he thought, someone was ready to love him just as he had learned to loved them. A week later, Hawks woke up to an empty apartment.. The air was too still, too quiet, and vacant of any trace of a lover at all. It was almost like the whole thing never happened, and the only proof that made him know otherwise was the goodbye note left on the dining room table, and the "I'm sorry" text that lit up his phone screen.

Hawks learned that he couldn't afford to sacrifice slowing down for someone else's sake.

The second time Hawks put himself out there, once he eventually felt ready to try again, he had opted to be set up on a blind date. This was a friend of a friend… of a friend… but he could only fly up from here. The connection, the chemistry, the spark- it was all there, and he couldn't believe it. Hawks had heard about the horrors of arranged dates and the element of going in blind, so the success in the evening so far was almost too good to be true. The conversations seemed effortless, the laughs and smiles were genuine, and not a single mention of being a hero! Maybe it was the wine that paired with the meal, or the rose-tinted glasses, but Hawks could find himself relaxing in his chair, if even just a little bit. That was, until, his date had let it slip about taking him home for the night because "..such a handsome man shouldn't end the night unsatisfied~" To assume that this wasn't enough, and to think of him as nothing more than a pretty face… after how well the dinner seemed to be going? This just wasn't what he was looking for.. Hawks had ended the night early, his mood soured enough to make his wings twitch in annoyance… So he downed the rest of his wine, turned with a small wave, and sent the friend who set them up a text about the night's failure, leaving more than enough cash to cover the bill and the tip.

Hawks knew it was never smart to go in blind, but now he learned that this applied to love, too.

By the nth time Hawks thought he finally had something that stood a fighting chance, he wasn't the same "calm, cool, collected" he was the first time around. He was still patient and understanding, but he was also wary and closed off. Time and time again he had been let down, so now, it was better to decide to take things slow. He had to be cautious and observant, he had to dance around the line between lovers and strangers because he wasn't ready to be disappointed again. But this sort of discretion- the wall and hard exterior that had built up around him over time- was his very downfall.

By then, with try after try falling short, Hawks had given up on love.

Sure, though begrudgingly, a situationship or two had filled in the gaps, but there was nothing permanent, nothing worth slowing down for. There wasn't a single thing that could keep up with him, nothing that made him sure the hushed whispers and secret nights spent in another person's bed would become anything that could sustain him long-term.

So he cut it all off. And now? There was nothing.

Hawks learned that maybe this was something he had to live without.

And actually, Hawks knew that all… this… wasn't love, but it was easier to convince himself that it was. He thought it was possible to heal old wounds with new hopes and relieve faded scars with fleeting kisses. It was easier to believe that he had it all under control.

Hawks was no stranger to love. At least, that's what he told himself.

After trying so hard, there was only so many times he would tolerate opening himself up just to close himself back off again. They say insanity is doing the same thing over and over again, expecting a new outcome, but knowing nothing will ever change… Hawks was no insane man.

There was no room for anything else. It was him and his work, and overtime, he learned to be okay with that- He learned to be okay with all the things that came with being alone. It was better this way. It was better because it had to be.

Climbing the ranks, growing stronger, moving faster, flying higher… Hawks was fully committed to the job, and simply nothing else. There was no time… no time for distractions or love or anything else except for the mission. Waiting for others to stop and match his pace was a luxury Hawks could no longer afford.

But then… you. You. You just had to ruin the routine he finally accepted.

Surely you would be the death of him.

You were bright and radiant.. blinding, even, with a laugh that echoed inside his mind, and a smile with warmth so genuine, it could compare only to that of the sun. You, a young, new pro, with speed as quick as his, glowing reviews in the public eye, and determination that hasn't been seen since All Might was number one. Climbing the ranks- soaring- flying to heights that only he alone could reach.

The world wasn't ready for you, was it? Neither was he.

Because, now, there was you.

And suddenly, it was like he was the one who had to catch up.

Wasn't Hawks no stranger to love..? Quite the flirty pro-hero, quick witted with fast remarks and a loose tongue that made others gasp at the absurdity and laugh and roll their eyes. But that was all for show. It was all apart of who he was, wasn't it? It had to be.

He had experience, sure, but… he was rather inexperienced despite the trial and error. He had to be familiar, had to act like someone you've known your whole life but haven't actually met until now. He had to build this sort of trust because a pro hero that couldn't be trusted was a pro hero that wasn't doing their job right. So if he could make someone laugh or blush or shake their head in silly denial, show a side of themselves that lifted the fear and weight off of their shoulders and let them become comfortable in times where life could be too hard? That was enough for him.

It came naturally, and it made him smile to bring a simple joy to others with just his words and flirtations. Maybe it was close to how he really acted when not on the job, but after try and try again, it was hard for him to relax enough to truly be himself.

To him, this was all apart of who he was. And nothing more.

Until you.

Hawks had first met you at a patrol briefing. Spotting you towards the back of the group in a shiny new hero costume, all quiet and shy and buzzing with the excitement of being an upcoming pro, he could remember it clearly.

Everyone had heard about you from your old mentor, and as they stood next to you, it was hard to ignore the pride they carried for you, bragging about the success of your internship with them from your time at UA, and how you would fit right in here after all the interaction broke you out of your shell. Hawks could remember how intimidating it was when he first started, how electrifying it had felt to be in a new headquarters surrounded by people he never thought he'd see off of the big screen.

Thoughts were interrupted by a quick, yet effective, quip from you that made the whole meeting erupt in welcoming laughter and giggles- the smile that grew on his face was impossible to suppress. He watched the tension disappear from your shoulders as the noised died down.

You would fit in just fine.

The meeting bore on as each hero was assigned a partner and then a location for their patrol. Slowly, the room began to empty, even your mentor leaving you with a pat on your back and a small "You got this!" until all that was left were a few workers from the headquarters, heroes that stayed behind to chat before going on patrol, and the two of you.

"…will be taking Quadrant E10. It's right by UA campus, so the area should be familiar."

It shouldn't have surprised him as much as it did to be assigned as your partner for patrol that evening.

He watched as you walked over, something mischievous and unreadable in your eyes, before you passed right by him with nothing more than a "I was hoping it would be you." It knocked whatever words he was going to say right out of him.

Mouth hung open in disbelief, a smile crawled onto his features as he turned to watch you leave, only to see you waving right back at him as you pushed out the meeting room doors. "See you tonight!" echoed back at him, but he was planted in his spot. Hawks shook his head as the sound of your footsteps faded away. What was he going to do with you?

Your presence became a constant in his life from then on out, and his in yours- partners on nights when you were both assigned to patrol, exchanges of "how are you" and "what have you been up to" turning into hours of conversation, casual run-ins on the street evolving into going somewhere for a little drink… You don't know when it changed, but sooner rather than later, you found yourself meeting him for dinner or a light meal before patrol at new places you "just had to try!," or inviting him over for movie nights at your place when the week got a little too stagnant. Maybe it was the occasional "Have fun on your mission!" texts you got from him, or the treats he would bring to you as a surprise when the day felt a little too long, but it was getting harder to ignore the things that pushed you into the limbo between friends and lovers.

You didn't plan to fall for anyone this soon… Neither did he.

"Is it you or the hero work that's makin' my heart race?" Quicker than the wind that hugged the city, and quieter than the busy streets below, he came out of nowhere, red feathers painting your peripheral as his footsteps stopped right beside you.

You laughed, sitting on the rooftop's edge, eyes quick to glance over his form, before returning to people watching, "If it was me, you would know.." You ignored the irony of your increasing heart rate, moving to stand before inching closer, invading his space just enough to leave room for all the things left unsaid.

The tip of your shoes nudged against the boots of his hero costume, feathers ruffling at the shared proximity, before you whispered, "I can do much more to you than this hero work ever will."

Hawks laughed a little as you stepped away, quick to mask the walls within him that slowly crumbled more and more with each moment he spent with you. "Hey, you know-"

You cut him off before he could comment, "I thought you were supposed to be the fastest? Maybe if you flew as fast as your heart raced, you'd be able to keep up with me…" You were quick to depart after that, sending him a playful wink before going down the planned patrol route, and effectively leaving him to catch up.

He knew you were teasing, and he just couldn't be mad.

Hawks watched as you left, light blush from the shock painting his face, a dangerous smile flying onto his lips, and a laugh of disbelief leaving his lungs. He shook his head, wings spreading as he lagged close behind, "What am I going to do with you..?"

No longer did Hawks have to wait for someone to keep up, wish that someone could see the world moving and changing just as fast as he flew… Because here you were, waiting for the world to reach your speed, rather than slowing down for the benefit of anyone else. Just like him.

What was he going to do with you?

The infatuation- the love- hit him like a wall. And yet, all he could do was laugh.

Why shouldn't he?

Icarus laughed as he fell, too.

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𐂯 𝐏𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐛𝐞 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐝, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐈 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭. This is a space welcome to all. Let us all do our part to keep it that way. 𐂯 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠 𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐝 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝟏𝟖+ 𝐚𝐮𝐝𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐬 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲. Minors and ageless blogs will be blocked, so please, have your age in your blog bio or on a pinned post. DNI/DNF if you are under 18. 𐂯 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠 𝐢𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐟𝐫𝐞𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐬𝐩𝐨𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐫𝐬. While I won't always write to align with the canon, there will be times where details will be mentioned and not marked as spoiler-friendly. 𐂯 𝐃𝐎 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐝𝐮𝐜𝐞 𝐨𝐫 𝐜𝐨𝐩𝐲 𝐦𝐲 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤𝐬, 𝐨𝐫 𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐦 𝐦𝐲 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤 𝐚𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐨𝐰𝐧. 𝐃𝐎 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐝 𝐦𝐲 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤 𝐭𝐨 𝐀𝐈 𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐝-𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐲 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐦𝐬. The best way to support me would through reblogs, comments, likes, and all the things. I do my best to serve the final product, please do not take this joy away. 𐂯 𝐌𝐲 𝐚𝐬𝐤 𝐛𝐨𝐱 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐢𝐧𝐛𝐨𝐱 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐧. While I may not always respond right away, the action is appreciated regardless. I love hearing any thoughts and comments!

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𐂯 𝐈 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐫𝐞𝐟𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐚 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐨𝐧. You can request most things, though I may not fulfill the request completely, or at all. This can because I am not comfortable fulfilling the prompt, or I do not feel I would do it justice. Please also do not submit requests for events that have ended. 𐂯 𝐏𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐛𝐞 𝐚𝐬 𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐟𝐢𝐜 𝐚𝐬 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐬. I adore being given creative liberty, but if you are looking for something that checks off exactly what you're looking for, please be specific. 𐂯 𝐈 𝐚𝐦 𝐥𝐚𝐫𝐠𝐞𝐥𝐲 𝐦𝐮𝐥𝐭𝐢-𝐟𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐦 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐚 𝐯𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐭𝐲 𝐨𝐟 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬. If you are looking for someone I haven't written before, do not be afraid to ask! Even if I do not know the character, this does not mean I will not write for them. That being said, I will do research on them in order to characterize them properly, but it may still seem OOC.

𐂯 𝐀𝐥𝐥 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐦𝐲 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐝𝐮𝐥𝐭𝐬. This means that all characters align with the canon in their respective universe, the character is time-skipped manga, or the character is AU aged-up. 𐂯 𝐅𝐨𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐲𝐦𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐚𝐬𝐤𝐬, 𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐬𝐢𝐠𝐧 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚𝐧 𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐚𝐬, 𝐬𝐲𝐦𝐛𝐨𝐥, 𝐨𝐫 𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐨𝐧. This is mostly for anons that will be returning or want to make sure their request has been fulfilled. If you do not remember your request and have opted for anonymous submission, there is no other way to make sure your ask / request has been published! All taken anon tags will be posted in Charon's Obol, which contains all taglist information.

𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐒 𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐕𝐄𝐃 © 𝐠𝐮𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐝𝐨𝐠𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐬. 𝐃𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐜𝐨𝐩𝐲 𝐨𝐫 𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐦 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐲 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐨𝐰𝐧. 𝐀𝐧𝐲 𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐝𝐮𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐲 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐦𝐲 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐢𝐭 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐢𝐬 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐡𝐢𝐛𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐝. 𝐃𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐝 𝐦𝐲 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐀𝐈 𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐝-𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐲 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐦𝐬. 𝐃𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 @𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐩𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 @𝐡𝐲𝐮𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐤𝐤𝐚𝐦𝐢.

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𐂯 𝐼𝑓 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑤𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑 𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒 𝑡𝑜 𝑏𝑒 𝑎𝑑𝑑𝑒𝑑 𝑡𝑜, 𝑜𝑟 𝑟𝑒𝑚𝑜𝑣𝑒𝑑 𝑓𝑟𝑜𝑚, 𝑚𝑦 "𝐴𝑙𝑙 𝑊𝑜𝑟𝑘𝑠" 𝑜𝑟 𝑎𝑛𝑦 𝑜𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑡𝑎𝑔𝑙𝑖𝑠𝑡, 𝑝𝑙𝑒𝑎𝑠𝑒 𝑙𝑒𝑡 𝑚𝑒 𝑘𝑛𝑜𝑤 𝑡ℎ𝑟𝑜𝑢𝑔ℎ 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑚𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑠 𝑜𝑟 𝑖𝑛 𝑚𝑦 𝑖𝑛𝑏𝑜𝑥.

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