#do i tag the big one? ….yeahhh

[hauntingblue]

YAMATO NEW NAKAMA PLEASE 🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻🧎🏻‍♀️🧎🏻‍♀️🧎🏻‍♀️🧎🏻‍♀️LUFFY PLEASE!!!!

[shomixremix]

Dates they like ♡︎

okay so i just found out that in version 4.5 there will be an itto AND a neuvillette banner (christmas came early) so i will gt a chance to pull for neuvi and even though i already have c2 arataki, c3 can't hurt hehe

I'M SO EXCITED!! i immediatelly had to write something for the both of them!!

i'd love to hear some of your ideas so feel free to request!!

tags: Itto, Neuvillette, Thoma, Wriotheslay, female! reader, fluff, kissing, smut, overstimulation, riding, pussyeating

-> your boyfriend would love to spend time with you anywhere and doing anything, yet he does have his preferences on how to spend that time. all dates with you are always amazing, but there's always that one activity he likes the most.

reqs open ♡︎ | minors DNI

-> itto

"itto! stop moving so much, you'll smudge them!" you exclaim as you paint the oni's nails. he stills immediately, watching as you paint his left thumb a beautiful, crimson color.

"sorry, love bug! i just wanted a kiss, sweets, you look so freakin' good and i need to let my baby know she's fuckin' gorgeous!" he exclaims through a roar, throwing his arms around you. you screech at him:

"ITTO! your nails!"

his eyes turn wide as he pulls his hands back quickly, giving you an apologetic smile.

"oh, shit, sorry baby! i'll be good, i swear, i'll stay still and quiet, i promise. oni's honor and word!"

you smile as your boyfriend really does keep his word and stills, allowing you to paint more efficiently.

"there, all done! want the gold sparkly top coat, hon?"

"uhh, duh! 'f course i do, baby! gotta be nice and shiny, like you, yeah?"

painting nails in the comfort of your home in inazuma city was always one of itto's favorite dates. with snacks prepared, you two would spend hours in each other's arms with you just painting his sharp claws. then, you'd let him paint yours - even though you would always have to fix them later. sometimes, when he would ask, you'd paint his horns, which you were pretty sure he only asked you to do so you'd sit on his lap.

"there! all done, babe! you like them, arataki?" you smile as he pulls you into his arms, twirling you around in the air like you were weightless.

"hell yeah, love bug! i love 'em! and i love you too, sweets! thanks for doing this f' me. now c'mere so i can kiss those pretty lips"

♡︎

one of his favorite parts of having freshly done nails, on both you and him, was how good they looked sliding against bare skin.

"mmm.. yeah, yeah! that's good, s' fuckin' good, yeah? yeahhh, you just keep on scratching your pretty little nails down my back, yeah, baby? shit, sweets... just like that, fuck!" he groaned into your skin as he fucked you into your matress. your arms roamed his big back and shoulders, gently caressing him with your newly painted nails. you left scratch marks, clawing at his skin with every hard thrust he pumped in you.

his own newly-painted claws slid down to the fat of your ass, greedily kneeding and squeezing everywhere. the sounds echoing of the walls of your bedroom are lewd yet make your mind spin.

"ohhhh, itto! itto, baby, feels so freakin' good! mhphh!" you moan as he fucks you like there's no tomorrow, his fat cock bullying that one spot inside you that made you see stars. your hands run to his hair, pleasantly scratching his skull with your messily-painted matching red nails. he groans at this, his hips stuttering as his pumps get sloppier.

"mmhh, fuck!" he mutters as he suddenly loses his composure and messily comes, fucking you through it with desparate little thrusts. he falls on you in exhaustion, enjoying how you still soothe him with your hands.

"mphhr, love bug.." he melts under your touches, still overly sensitive from his orgasm. you coo praises in his ear as you continue comforting him, his hands soothing your bare skin in return.

archons, he loves those nails.

-> neuvillette

"am i... doing this correctly?" he asks unsurely, gently gathering your hair in his palms and twisting it around.

"heh, no, love. you need to separate three strands and than braid" you say gently, sitting with your legs crossed just a little in front of him. neuvillette hesitates for a moment, still just gently petting your head.

"could you show me again, mon amour?"

you knew damn well that was just an excuse for you to play with his long, silver hair as you braid it. you still did it, of course, never the one to deny your boyfriend pets and cuddles. you knew that playing with his hair has always been one of his favorite past-time activities.

his long hair flowed against your fingertips like a river, strong and yet beautiful. you tangled your hands in it, massaging his skull a little. finally, you separate it in three thick strands and start gently braiding.

"mmm" he hummed, immensily enjoying your touches, "i must admit this hairstyle looks quite nice, mon cherie. you will have to do my hair everyday for court trails"

you chuckle, finishing his braid and tying it with a blue ribbon.

"sure, neuvi, if that's what you'd like"

you turn to face him, sitting in front of him.

"would you like to try now?"

he smiles, placing a feathery kiss on your neck as he removed your hair from it.

"sure"

♡︎

there were multiple reasons why neuvillete loved when you would play with or braid his long hair and when he would play with yours, and one of them was that he could pull on it during your love making.

"mhhhphhr.." you mewl as he's got you on all fours, pounding into you from the back and keeping a tight grip on your hair, which was braided messily by his inexperienced hands.

"mh, fuck, little one, you feel incredible.."

he'd hold onto your hair tight, thrusting hard and slow inside so you'd feel every inch of him. sometimes he'd pull you back by your hair, like a leash, you thought, but only when you move and squirm too much. then, once he pulls on it just enough to get you to arch your back and never too much to hurt you, he'd bottom out inside you and let out a pleasured sigh.

he really loved your hair.

but he also really loved you pulling on his.

when he was in between your plushy thighs, face buried in your folds and pleasuring you endlessly, you'd tangle your fingers in his soft hair and try to pull him closer but push him away in the same time from how good it felt.

"ahh! neuvi! ohhh, neuvi~!"

and when you'd finally finish with an ego-rising scream of his name, allowing him to taste all of your sweetness and squeeze him real tight, that's when neuvillette felt the greatest.

-> thoma

"welcome home, babe!" your boyfriend chirped as you entered your shared home, surprised to see a fully made dinner on the table.

"oh, hey, hon! what's all this?" you ask, setting down your bag and removing your shoes as you walk to him.

"nothing, i just thought to surprise you with a few of your favorite dishes! i finished all of my work early in the kamisato estate, so i thought i could do something nice for you!"

you throw your arms around the blonde's neck, kissing his cheek.

"aww, thoma, sweetie, you didn't have to!" he laughs and rubs his neck humbly as you praise him, big green eyes watching you take in the table filled with many delicious meals - including his famous rice cake soup.

"mmmm... this all looks and smells amazing! i can't wait to try it all!"

he smiles, wrapping an arm around your shoulders.

"well you know food is my love language!"

it was true - more than anything, thoma liked showing you how much he cared for you through delicious meals he'd prepare for the both of you, when you could just eat and chatter the night away.

♡︎

even though he loved preparing you dinners to eat, he loved having you for desert even more. good lord barbados, you were the single most delicious thing he ever tasted...

"mmmphhh..." he moaned into your needy pussy as he ate you out like a man starved, physically unable to move. thoma was truly a pussydrunk man, addicted to the taste of your slick on his tongue.

you were spread out on your dining table with your legs far apart, with your boyfriend nestled between your slick-covered thighs that were now also covered in love-bites. your slick stuck to his chin as he ate you out, but did he care at all? no. no, he did not.

the taste of your folds in his mouth was far more important.

you couldn't imagine how much pleasure this was giving him - he could've came just by giving you oral, letting his dick make a sloppy mess of his pants even though untouched. impossibly hard and leaking precum like crazy, thoma tried releasing some of that tention by rubbing himself through his pants, whimpers and whines being sent from his mouth straight to your pretty cunt.

he sucked and sucked and kissed like you were his last meal, never wanting this to end and for you two to go to bed. actually, he did want to go to bed - but only because you'd be able to ride his face there.

and when the boiling hot knot inside you finally becomes too much and it snaps, thoma can't hold it in much longer. he greedily laps up all you give him like a dog in heat, overstimulating you as his tongue fucks way after you've already came down from your high. at the feeling of your cum in his mouth thoma comes as well, shooting rope after rope of white in his own pants, a little ashamed of the fact. his hips rut into the air as if he's trying to help himself through it or at least to stop - but he can't, he can't stop coming, not when you taste that good.

-> wriotheslay

"the weather is so nice today..." he hummed as he held your hand, lazily lounging on the checkered blanket.

as the duke of the fortress of meropide, wriotheslay rarely gets to go out and experience the warmth of the sun or the falling of the rain. which is exactly why outdoor dates were always his favorite - doing anything with you, his favorite person, while feeling the fresh air and the gentle breeze was his idea of best-spent time.

"sure is" you laugh, dressed only in your swimsuit as you lounge with your lover on a secret, deserted beach in the beryl region. it was always so private and quiet here, perfect for a couple desperately in need of intimacy...

"wrio, honey..."

"hm?"

"we should really do this more often... i missed having you like this..." you mumble in his skin as you lounge on his bare chest, pressing lazy kisses up his jaw and neck.

wriotheslay snickers, caressing your back with the tips of his fingers.

"i agree, doll. trust me, if i could, i'd never leave here, yeah? just you and me, forever..."

you sigh, reminded again how busy the both of you were. your boyfriend notices, getting up with you in his arms.

"wanna swim now, baby?"

♡︎

but when you return from the water, wet and your bodies pressed tight against each other, wriotheslay can't help but not sit you on his lap on your warmed blanket, sinking himself inside you inch by inch. once he bottoms out he lays back, one hand behind his head and the other holding your hip.

"you know what to do, doll"

you nod eagerly, your palms on his chest for support as you start to sink down on him hard and fast, trying to fuck yourself on his cock.

"there you go... ahh, fuck, baby..." he moans at how you take him and your chest swells in pride.

you whimper and mewl at how good he feels as his hands soothe your sides, comforting you from the slight stretch of his fat cock in your tight pussy.

"can't... wrio... too much..!" you complain with quivering lips, yet he doesn't make any effort to stop, bouncing you on his lap.

"shhh.... i know you can, doll, you've had me inside so many times, and it always fits. try a little harder, baby"

you give it your all to thrust back on his cock but nothing helps until he rolls his hips into yours, finally helping you. soon it all becomes far too much and you cry out, falling on his chest as you tighten and spasm around him while you come. wriotheslay quickly follows, filling you up untill you're shaking from the overstimulation in his arms.

something about outdoor dates, especially outdoor sex, drove him wild.

[sonicblueartist]

HERE YOU GUYS CAN HAVE THIS 200 FOLLOWERS SPECIAL LIKE I PROMISED! It’s too short for my liking but yeahhh… And I may not have finished the ending. I leave it to you my dear readers how it ends~

A/N: You can think of this as an AU, not from the series.

Pairs: (I never mentioned much but you can think this story as) Bullfrog x Reader x Ramon

1K words

I’m not giving you guys any summery but warnings instead to make it a bit more mysterious here: Huge angst, blood, dead bodies, death, description of dying, etc.

Taglist: @blorbostation @eateableworm

Btw does anyone want to be in the tag list?

You had cleared out everyone in this section of the secret unit, a small mistake had gotten you noticed, there was nothing else to do, thankfully you both were successful nevertheless. “I guess we can finally move on, huh?” You panted and sighed in relief. Ramon nodded in agreement, "Let's go get the documents and get the fuck out of here." You laughed tiredly at this, “Yes, I'm dying to get home. This job was one of a hell, the most tiring and annoying thing I've ever participated in. I wonder what Bullfrog is doing on his side?” Your eyes spotted a movement among the bloody bodies, a wounded guard raising his gun and aiming at Ramon about to shoot, your eyes widened in fear, he was supposed to be dead.

You gasped, “Ramon watch out!” Realizing the danger, you acted without thinking and pushed Ramon out of the man’s sight. A huge bullet explosion echoed through the building, you couldn’t make a sound or had any control over your weak limbs, your eyes blurred in pain, it all followed by the sound of your name being shouted and more bullets. You found yourself on the ground, all you knew was that it hurt so much and that you were having trouble breathing. When Ramon turned you towards him you saw the pain in his face. You choked, “R-Ramon—“ you could taste the blood in your mouth.

“It’s okay, It’s okay, I got you. Y-You’ll be fine!” That was a big lie, you could see it in his teary eyes. He saw the hole on your back, the bullet pierced through your back, reached to your lungs and then came out from your chest. He used pressure on your chest and kept repeating the same things, “You’ll be okay. I promise.” Your breathing was quick and sharp, your chest hurted a lot, you weren't able to get enough air into your system. “Ramon—“ You gasped, “I-I don’t want to die.” You choked out, your tears streaming down from your cheeks as you gripped his hand in your panic. Ramon shook his head quickly, “I won’t let you die I promise!” You both knew there wasn’t a way out for you this time. Even knowing this he continues lying for you and you continue believing in him. Your breathing become shallow and it was more and more difficult for you to properly have fresh air, you were suffocating. And when you come to the point of barely breathing, you squeezed his hand with the last strength you had. “Ramon I—“ He stared at you, waiting for a continue, wanting to hear what you need to say but you said nothing else, he saw the last breath leaving your lips, saw the lively glint in your eyes vanishing, felt your hand going limp, you laid motionless on the ground, your blood covering the grounds, your blood on his hands, the metallic smell all around him. He wanted to protest, yell, make chaos out of this unfair station but… he only sat there and stared at his hands, silent tears leaving him.

Bullfrog spun around, restless. He was getting more worried that they were not showing up. This shouldn’t have taken this much of their time… right? He halted to a stop. His lips curving into a smile when he spotted Ramon. He sprinted at him but slowly came down to a stop, his smile quickly vanishing. His eyes quickly searched around, he turned and looked… but there was no trace of you anywhere.

He holds himself back, his hands clenching. He cleared his throat to inform Ramon that he was there. Ramon only stopped, didn’t lift his head, didn’t look at him, didn’t even give him a little glance. This made him panic even more. He tried to calm his restless mind as he opened his mouth, “Ramon… Where…?” He stopped himself when Ramon finally looked at him, he felt something died in his chest when he saw his expression. A choked sob escaped his throat, his hands shaking. He somehow knew it even before he showed up, he was praying to everything that this is just him being just worried.

“Ramon…” He started again, “Where are they?” He whispered, this time trying to be a bit more brave. Ramon shakily stepped back and glanced at where he came from. He didn’t even pick up the documents. It didn’t meant anything anymore. He just left… after killing everyone in it.

Bullfrog glanced at where he was looking at but they were too far away to even see the facility, but he knew what that meant, his eyes widened and without a second thought, he was gone, sprinting towards the same direction he come from. Ramon clenched his hands, looking after him. He didn’t want to go back but he couldn't bear the thought of losing someone again, so he quickly went after him. Nothing left from that place but ruins.

Bullfrog grunted in tears as he lifted a heavy stone and threw it aside, and frantically continued digging through the concrete pieces, his hands bleeding from all that excavation. Ramon didn’t look nor dared to help him out in his desperation. He already knew what was under it. But he was also confused about something, it's been hours since...

“Merde.” He hissed and grabbed the last big piece, using one last force, he lifted it up with a frustrated yell and threw it aside. He found… nothing. Once again, his attems and efforts come out empty. Where are you?

He dropped down on his knees, defeated and exhausted. He didn’t even know if he wanted to see your wrecked self under all the concrete. But he did wish to find you and at least bring you to a place where you could rest in peace. “No… Non, s'il vous plaît, non. Pourquoi ça devait être toi? Tu avais beaucoup à vivre. Nous avions beaucoup de choses à partager. S'il vous plaît, n'y allez pas ! Ne nous quitte pas. S'il vous plaît, ne le faites pas…” He rambled to himself as he slammed his hand on the ground, causing the wound to become even worse but he didn’t care. His shoulders shook as he sobbed silently.

“Where are you?” Ramon mumbled. He wasn’t sure anymore. The only thing he thought was certain was your death.

[heiayen]

gently wipe the sorrow off my life, i dream scaramouche x gn!reader

summary: "you didn’t know what happened, why it happened and that was breaking your heart, cutting it open, leaving burning pain in your chest, where once flowers of love bloomed." you're surprised and completely heartbroken when your lover, kunikuzushi, suddenly disappears without a trace. you think it's the end of the world, with your heart open and bleeding but soon you discover, that there is still happiness waiting for you.

tags: based on the prompt "there’ll be happiness after you but there was happiness because of you", scara's real name used, modern au (from highschool to college), scara basically pulls an irminsul but why? blame dottore angst/bittersweet, [name] is very much going through it </3 title name taken from the honkai star rail song "if i can stop one heart from breaking". not proofread

notes: hi. i come back with angst! written for @thexianzhoujade's personal memoires event and truthfully i kinda hate this fic HAJAHS but this is fine i am not fine blah blah blah yippee. i forgot how to write scara so sorry if this fic is kinda ooc but yeahhh have fun enjoy !! <3 as if anyone is going to enjoy angst LMAO

“Come on, it’s just one photo and besides, we barely have pictures of us…”

“...just one, fine. Get in here.”

A part of you wished you had taken more pictures with him. Pictures from dates in the blooming parks, from hangouts with your friends after school, from spending time together at his place, something to fill up the empty photo album you found hidden in your room. You filled only a few pages, with a few pictures of you and Kunikuzushi, of you taken by your friends, of your family during holidays, pictures of you and your friends, his friends, a picture of him you took when he didn’t see– the one you considered putting in your wallet, laughing how you’d look like a spouse missing their husband. 

(You counted exactly six photos of him in your album, compared to the twenty or so with others. Barely a quarter, not even a half, barely a page and a half of the album.)

You moved your fingers over one of them, the one you took after graduation– laughing with your friends, posing at the camera, tightly holding his hand, and tugging him closer, and wondered.

Did it have to end like this? If you only knew what was happening, would you somehow fix it in time?

Things were… nice, before. Being with him was nice, even if his personality sometimes made you tug at your hair in annoyance. But you found a common language and spoke in it till the very end, sharing your joy and sadness, annoyance and anger, silent tears and gentle fluttering in your chests. 

When you first met Kunikuzushi in school, you had your opinions about him– he wasn’t the nicest, wasn’t talking with many other students, and seemingly valued his time alone more than with someone. You understood it, some people simply weren’t the social butterflies but it became a problem when, by some unlucky charm (at least, you thought it was unlucky then), you ended up together to work on a project. You didn’t know him and your teacher decided to pair you by herself, saying how she wanted her students to interact more with each other. It seemed like a terrible idea at first.

(You rolled your eyes, giving a look to your friend. You really didn’t entertain this idea– to do a big project with someone other than your friend? You dealt with enough shitty groupmates leaving you on read or delivered in your life, and that was for small projects! What if you got someone as shitty as them? You shuddered at the thought alone.)

But, oh, how wrong you were. You didn’t expect to befriend that guy, and yet a few months in, Kunikuzushi became your best friend, and a year later– your lover. 

You remembered that love confession like yesterday; a little awkward, he jumbled over his words and you said something stupid in return, laughing awkwardly at yourself and almost getting up from that bench and marching back home. It was late, the bench in the park illuminated by the streetlight. A part of you was sure he planned for the confession to look different, yet whatever his ideal plan was, you wouldn’t exchange what you got for it. 

He walked you back home, you remembered, holding your hand.

To say you were happy was an understatement. Something bloomed in your chest with every day spent together with him, the little affections between you warming your heart and cheeks, and every morning seemed… a little brighter. It wasn’t wake up, get dressed, go to school, spend majority of your day studying, sleep, anymore.

Wake up, reply to Kunikuzushi’s late night message he sent. Get dressed and don’t forget about that chain necklace with a pendant he gave you for your birthday (you were matching, of course you were matching). Go to school and spend the day with your friends, with Kunikuzushi, with his friends (although you weren’t sure if that ginger guy was really his friend, but…). Spend the rest of your day studying, texting, and sometimes hanging out if you had free time (which turned into weekly hangouts with all your friends and… sometimes, more than once a week, just you and Kunikuzushi). Text him goodnight and smile at his, although short, reply back. Sleep. 

You hoped it would stay like this… for longer. For as long as possible, just living in this bliss, being happy and not alone, with people you loved and who loved you back, some even more than others.

(Selfishly, you wanted that to last forever. Forever the high school student with no worries other than passing exams and doing your homework on time. Forever with your friends, spending weekends with them, having fun and not caring about anything else. Was it selfish to want to be happy forever?)

Kunikuzushi was here with you for all your problems, even if, truthfully, he wasn’t the best at solving them, and neither he was good at words. But he was still here, offering you support and letting you talk about what annoyed you, what made you sad and sometimes, he still would try to comfort you, loudly agreeing with your complaints, (lovingly) threatening to beat someone up if they were an asshole to you, telling you to not worry. It wasn’t the end yet. 

His presence alone helped you manage through harder days– it was better to be with someone after all, rather than spend your days wallowing in sadness alone, with only the walls willing to listen. 

(You offered him help, too. Quietly sitting and listening to his rants about his mother, squeezing his hand and tugging him closer to you– or simply being next to him, when touch was something unwanted.)

When graduation came, in bittersweet tears you promised your friends (and Kunikuzushi, of course) to still be in touch with them, and never leave them alone just because you weren’t students from the same class anymore. That didn’t change anything, no.

The summer vacation you spent mostly with your friends, hanging out and enjoying the warm, summer weather. So many trips, so many walks with Kunikuzushi and dates– oh, that picnic you two went on one day… it started raining at one point (the weather reports lied to you, it seemed) and you only had a blanket to cover yourself from the rain. How funny it was, how much you wished you could get the chance to do it again, with him–

You sighed, closing the album. Sometime before the summer’s end, right before the start of college, you noticed… changes in Kunikuzushi’s behavior. He still was your lover, caring about you in his own ways, he still was the man you loved, but something seemed to always bug him. Something seemed to sit on his shoulders, heavy. You always asked him if he was okay because yes, yes, you noticed his worse mood, noticed all the little things he tried to hide and you were worried, really worried, and–

And yet, you never got a proper answer. Always to not worry, that nothing was wrong, and you were tired of that, maybe if you, at least this once, pressed him for answers, during that summer night you called a date–

Maybe you would know why he suddenly disappeared without a trace.

The many messages you sent, the many unanswered calls– you asked your friends around, his friends, and were greeted with radio silence in answer. You didn’t know what happened, why it happened and that was breaking your heart, cutting it open, leaving burning pain in your chest, where once flowers of love bloomed.

(These flowers would never truly burn, you feared. Some would still leave, polluting your heart and making it harder to breathe.)

What was once beautiful turned into a burden, far too heavy to carry alone. There was so much stress on your plate– because what if something happened to him? What if someone did something to him, what if there was something you could do to change it? Why were you so distracted throughout the day? Why was it hard to get up in the morning, why the only thing you wanted to do was to wait at your phone, with hopes of seeing at least a single message from him? Where went your motivation to study, to do well in college as you promised yourself?

Where was he? What happened? Could you change it?

Were you at fault?

(No, of course you weren’t. You did everything in your power, but it just wasn’t enough. None of this was your fault.)

Were you alone in it?

…no, you weren’t. It felt like you were, especially at first; with new people around you, your friends offering you support but ultimately being busy, you felt alone. Terribly so, loneliness gnawing at your soul all the time, leaving the icy cold feeling in its wake. 

But life forced you to get up from that pit, whether you wanted that or not. You couldn’t fail your major, not when you worked so hard to get into it in the first place. And neither you wanted to completely cut off your friends, so you started replying to their texts more. You’ve met new people, too, and made new friendships.

Things were getting back on track after, you thought that they wouldn’t. You pulled yourself up with your own strength, with your friends cheering for you from the distance, their cheers putting a smile on your face. 

(Younger you thought that if you ever were to break up with Kunikuzushi, the world would simply… end. You ignored that thought creeping into your mind, waved it away, pushed it deep at the bottom of your mind. It wouldn’t happen.)

Now, as you looked at the pictures, you still felt a sharp pang in your chest. You missed him, yes, and you still thought about the days you spent together with him, but they no longer brought you back into that darkness you once experienced.

They were a bittersweet memory now. Ones, you would cherish till the end, gently putting them on the shelf with new, happy memories. 

You hummed to yourself in thought, tapping at the cover of the album with your nail. Maybe instead of pondering how you should take more photos of the past, maybe you should take more of the future? Fill the album up with new photos of yourself, your friends, random things that you found pretty and worth remembering. 

Your phone threw you out of the thinking, the loud noise of the ringtone filling up the room. Right, you were supposed to meet up with your friends in an hour and here you were, going through your old stuff and procrastinating the shower. 

You put the album away and picked up your phone. A smile tugged at your lips hearing the overjoyed voice of your friend, telling you how excited they are to meet with you again (your last hangout was two weeks ago!) and that they already left.

You looked back at the album.

With today, you’d start filling it up with new memories of your happiness.

[steddiehickeys]

Now hear me out, reader is friends with kurt and so they watch his streams and just chill there talking to him (they're literally the only viewer ) and one day kurt us jerking off thinking about the reader and it's on stream because he missed the stop button, or generally anything with kurt jerking off thinking about the reader does the job for me so yeah

pairing: kurt kunkle x gn! reader

tags: SMUT 18+ MINORS DNI, kurt being weird, exhibitionism (jerking off on live), reader kinda liking it

a/n: i like to think kurt’s wayyyy pervy. like if you were to call him out on it he would say he missed the stop button, but he fully did it on purpose. he knew he would have one set of eyes on him.

also i did not proofread this fyi

“well guys! i think it’s time for me to you know, log off for the night. don’t forget to subscribe and share this stream if you enjoyed! later kurties”

you knew you were the only one watching as he threw up his signature peace sign

cya kurt you lazily type onto your phone as you wait to see the big “STREAM ENDED” pop up on your screen, but no?

all you see on your screen is what looks like kurt’s ceiling. you’re about to close out the app before you turn your volume up to see if your ears are deceiving you.

moaning?

“yeahhh…y/n…j-just like that…”

you audibly chuckle to yourself while feeling yourself to grow embarrassingly turned on from this. was he really jerking off on live? thinking about YOU?

i mean, he definitely knows what you look like. you have dozens of pictures posted; he even took the liberty of liking some from four years ago, how sweet.

“you’re my biggest f-fan, aren’t you?” he asks no one as you continue to listen to the rapid sound of wet skin slapping.

little do you know, he knows you’re there. he wasn’t asking no one, he was asking you

he’s not even moaning anymore, he’s whining.

his whines get closer together and you can tell he’s about to cum.

with a final whine of your name leaving his lips, he’s cumming all over his stomach and black sweatpants.

feeling embarrassed for staying to listen to that, and for how hot and bothered you’re suddenly feeling, you decide to quickly close the app and get ready for bed.

the next morning you’re surprised to see the notification on your lockcreen from the streaming app.

New Direct Message from KurtsWorld96!

your heart speeds up a little bit as you slowly unlock your phone and open up the message. your eyes widen as 5 words sit on your screen.

did u enjoy the show?

-

ok wait why did i kinda love this jddjjdjdjjdjd

[gamerbearmira]

heya again <3

so...i got some more giftless grandkids thoughts here, written in bullet points because my brain just kept going AHAHHAHA

I’m currently listening to the vocal mashup of the grandkids of waiting on a miracle while im going through the giftless grandkids tag as im taking a break from other aus, it’s very fun and sets the mood somehow AHHAHHA

I’m really glad they have each other and are thriving even without their gifts, and they likely already got used to not having gifts and wouldn’t care, and that’s so real of them

The mashup is making me think of some things tho, ngl AHHAHAH

But anyway, yes, I currently have many thoughts

Was thinking about the reasons for why Casita would crack and fall, considering the kids are close with each other here and the adults (minus Alma oof) are all there supporting them, Bruno included since he never went to the walls

And as I read some of your posts and think about it more, it makes sense

There are several main things that would make Casita crack here—aka the family themselves cracking—would be:

Ofc, there’s still Alma’s pressure on the triplets and her confusion and unintentional hurt towards the grandkids

Most likely how Julieta is hiding the big secret on why they didn’t get their gifts and also their doorknobs

Another is how Pepa and Bruno are also hiding the vision tablet from everyone but specifically Julieta

Still trying to think of other reasons, but those are the main ones, I think

In canon, Bruno had been patching up the cracks, which definitely helped Casita stay up longer, but he never went to the walls here, so how would Casita and the family last until a little after Antonio’s ceremony (assuming we’re still going with something similar to canon timeline)?

Here is where the kids’ good relationships come in, their love and care are helping hold things together, even without Bruno repairing the cracks

The process of Casita cracking would be slower here compared to canon

So what happens when the kids—the main reasons for Casita still being able stand—are faced with the revelation that they could have gotten their gifts back then? Could have possibly avoided a lot of heartache and ridicule and disappointment from the people around them? And the reason they didn’t are because of the adults? Because of Julieta?

They hyperfocus on the bad parts, overshadowing the good parts because its an intense and shocking moment and revelation for them, I think

In the moment of the revelation, that’s likely going to upset them, maybe even break them a little, because why? Why did they—? 

Of course, they’ll later have the full realization that they grew up happier without the gifts, but again, that’s later

Also, pretty sure they focus more on the fact that it seemed like the adults they trusted lied and deceived them in a sense, almost like a betrayal (except ofc its not)

This, too, would connect to how Julieta says in that one giftless grandkids art of yours, “I didn’t want to hurt them—to hurt anyone.”

And then, with the love faltering for a moment, that’s how Casita falls apart

Also, why am I imagining the kids finding the vision tablet that Pepa and Bruno are likely hiding, making them realize what Julieta is hiding, which then starts the realizations, arguments, and full-on cracking of Casita?

This would then parallel canon with Bruno’s vision too

This means we get to see all the kids trying to figure things out together too

After everything, I can really see Julieta and the rest of the adults gifting the kids their doorknobs again as a surprise—which they will later use to get their gifts too AHAHHAHA YEAHHH

Anywho, ye, just some thoughts I have hehe <33

Literally listened to that bop today so real 😭😭

ANYWAY. Y'all might not now, but Mic here as been helping me in world building for this au 🤭🤭 its gonna be one of the next fics I do, since Mamabel and Werewolf are finished (will be updating today after I finish Mama Isa. And if my wifi will let me <\\\3)

ANYWAY THESE IDEAS?? ARE SO RAD...Triplets being in the spotlight because the grandkids have no gifts, its so sad. But honestly, Alma is just pushing them because she needs to prove that the miracle is ok. Implying that the kids did something. Subtle, but whatever.

Also, the kids are like Mirabel in canon, constantly trying to prove themselves and helping out around town. Meanwhile there's a certain group of villagera who don't even like them. Not all the villagers, but definitely a good chunk. There may or may not be a rather crude mural somewhere in town out of the way. But there :(

But anyway. The kids do have hobbies relating to their gifts! The husbands, feeling guilty, gave the kids presents, gifts to give them something to do since Alma couldn't "assign" them anything (which they were grateful for).

Isabela got some gardening gloves and tools, and is really into gardening and farming, and is always tending to her garden or helping out with the farmers in town. She also tends to all the plants in Casita. Dolores loves to play music, and after Félix gave her first guitar, she was hooked. She has tons of instruments, and actually taught Mirabel to play the accordion; she helps with entertainment, like Camilo. Agustín got Luisa some dumb bells, she actually asked for them. She wanted to strong and still help out, and regulating exercises and mostly helps out with packing and loading or at the quarry.

Camilo was give some costumes and puppies, and he's been into performances and theater since. He also performs for the kids, and plays alongside Dolores often. Mirabel was given new sewing stuff. Instead of Alma teaching her most of what she knew, Agustín helped her, since he knew some, and she kept the fashion and crafts hobby up. She helps repair things around town, and does the occasional clothing repair. Antonio still is finding his hobby, but the grandkids know he really loves animals. They actually suggested Félix get him a pet. So what does he get him? A parrot. Antonio loves that parrot like no other, and he's always around him, trailing behind Luisa.

DESIGNS 🌚🙏🙏 I'll post the family tree later, and maybe draw the triplets because their designs changed but me and Mic are still working in them. But the kids❗❗ Their clothes are very plain and dull, because the seamstress refused to make their clothes any fun. Even Mirabel can only embroider so much, and she rarely has time to do so cause she's so busy helping. But there's some subtle designs <33

Julieta really did and does mean well in this au, but drastic actions really do cause drastic results in some cases. Her pull those doorknobs was definitely drastic. While the kids are happier and aren't nearly as pressured, they feel inadequate, and like something is missing :(( And then there's vision tablet (that's like over 40 years old 💀), but that's a whole other can of worms.

ANYWAY. AO3 HOPEFULLY LATER MY WIFI IS :((( Also I'll be posting the finished storyboards for the WOOM animatic I'm working on, and then I'll also post the rough video put together with it. SHOUTOUT TO @thefourchimes FOR HELPING ME WITH THIS SHE'S SO COOL <333 should tote check out her aus, they're so cool. ψ(｀∇´)ψ

[vampyrsutton]

How Do You Live Like This?

Summary:

"Someone had better be dead or dying for whoever this is to be calling me this damn early," Dabi growls into the phone that he finally picks up during the third round of trying to vibrate off his crappy nightstand.

He didn't even bother to check the caller ID. Everything hurt and was too much and he just wanted whoever it was to fuck off as soon as possible so he could sleep off what had to be a killer hangover.

…did he even drink last night? Withdrawals maybe? It had been a while since he got ahold of any pain pills.

{I- Early? Dabi, it’s three in the afternoon!}

“Well, I’m not trying to catch any worms birdie, so if you’d fuck off-”

{Yeahhh, about that, I’m kind of surprised your not.}

“Why the fuck would I? Just spit it out, birdie. My back is killing me and my head feels like it's going to explode.” Dabi snips, sinking into the shitty mattress with a curse. Fuck, he couldn’t wait for them to move into the mansion. “Did you drug me or something?”

Hawks scoffs. {Just look behind you, asshole. Your stubborn ass won’t believe me otherwise.}

Ao3 Tags:

Quirk Swap (My Hero Academia), Quirk Shenanigans (My Hero Academia), Quirk Accident (My Hero Academia), Wing Grooming, League of Villains as Family (My Hero Academia), Takami Keigo | Hawks Acts Like a Bird, Dabi | Todoroki Touya Acts Like A Bird, Dabi | Todoroki Touya Has a Big Dick, Anal Sex, Mating Bites, Banter, Past Dabi | Todoroki Touya/Shigaraki Tomura | Shimura Tenko, past trauma, Hero Public Safety Commission's Bad Parenting (My Hero Academia), Getting Together, Dirty Talk, Dabi | Todoroki Touya Has Genital Piercings

Notes:

Day 1 of DabiHawks Week 2023!

Theme: Quirk Switch NSFW Prompt: First Time

"Someone had better be dead or dying for whoever this is to be calling me this damn early," Dabi growls into the phone that he finally picks up during the third round of trying to vibrate off his crappy nightstand. 

He didn't even bother to check the caller ID. Everything hurt and was too much and he just wanted whoever it was to fuck off as soon as possible so he could sleep off what had to be a killer hangover. 

…did he even drink last night? Withdrawals maybe? It had been a while since he got ahold of any pain pills.

{I- Early? Dabi, it’s three in the afternoon!} Hawks scoffs through the line. 

“Well, I’m not trying to catch any worms birdie, so if you’d fuck off-”

{Yeahhh, about that, I’m kind of surprised your not.} Hawks cuts him off with that tone that means he’s dancing around something.

“Why the fuck would I? Just spit it out, birdie. My back is killing me and my head feels like it's going to explode.” Dabi snips, sinking into the shitty mattress with a curse. Fuck, he couldn’t wait for them to move into the mansion. “Did you drug me or something?”

Hawks scoffs again and Dabi thought for sure that one would have gotten an offended squawk. {Just look behind you, asshole. Your stubborn ass won’t believe me otherwise.}

Dabi pulls the phone away from his ear to glare at it, but he’s too exhausted to really argue so just does as he’s told only to let out a decidedly not human screech. “What the fuck, birdie?!”

{I think I should be saying that to you actually, Hot Stuff…Wait, that doesn’t work now either.}

Dabi can’t even argue. Not only is he too stunned, but there are also giant fucking wings coming out of his back and the noise he just made was definitely more avian than human. Forcing himself out of bed to look in the mirror reveals more changes of much more bird-like feet that confirmed multiple of Dabi’s suspicions and talons that he has no clue how he didn’t notice them earlier, but he would need to be careful with or risk tearing open a seam. Opening his mouth reveals teeth made for tearing flesh and looking at his hair, he can see soft white feathers standing out against the dyed black. 

Speaking of seeing, he notices his pupils pin every time a staple catches the light and that’s going to be annoying as hell. Turning around reveals admittedly beautiful white wings and white tail feathers sticking out of his low-hanging sweats. 

He looked like a fallen angel honestly.

{Dabs? Daaabs? DABI!} Hawks calls from the abandoned phone, snapping Dabi back to the present. 

He didn’t even have it on speaker so he guesses bird senses must be part of the deal. Or the feathers. They are amplifying damn near everything.

“Yeah, I’m here.” Dabi huffs as he sits back down on the bed, careful of his new tail feathers. “Wanna explain why you’re missing over half of this or do I get to assume the Commission hasn’t changed?”

{I’d really rather not, but I’m also afraid to know what you mean by that so can we put a pin in that? You have a fire quirk. Why are you fucking freezing and how do I stop almost lighting things on fire when I sneeze or feel anything ? Seriously, how the fuck do you live like this?} Hawks groans, cursing when he probably does exactly what he just said based on the sounds of a fire extinguisher.

“Surgical staples, spite, and dissociation.” Dabi shrugs despite Hawks not being able to see him. “These things detach right? How the hell do I do that? My back is killing me.”

{Uhh…give me a second, it’s kind of second nature at this point.} Hawks hums, thinking to himself. {I was trained to focus on individual feathers, but I assume you want as much weight as possible?}

“Definitely. I ran out of painkillers a few weeks ago.” Dabi groans, trying to do it through willpower alone like with everything else in life, and letting out a surprised chirp when they sharpen instead. “Wrong way!”

{Made them knives?} Hawks asks sympathetically.

“Yup.” Dabi sighs, wincing when he can both hear and feel someone—probably Toga—bounding up the stairs. “How do you not just have full-on meltdowns like constantly? I can feel Toga running up the stairs.”

{I am missing feathers and fangs.} Hawks deadpans. {You think I was allowed to have sensory overload?}

Dabi glares into the distance, imagining the Commission President. He still had a bone to pick with them for Endeavor’s continued success, but the list of reasons was slowly growing the more information he dug up about Hawks. “Fair enough…what color are your flames?”

{Orange-ish. A few blue sparks in there when I was panicking earlier.} 

“Good. Try to stay calm then. I was never taught how to turn down the heat so it will only get worse if they get hotter.” Dabi sighs in relief. “Indifference is your friend.”

{Great. Super. So, we’re both fucked up, huh?} Hawks sighs in misery.

“Pretty mu-Fuck!” Dabi’s eyes widen in horror as he realizes something. “You have my quirk!”

{Uhhh, yeah, we established that a while ago. You good, birdie? Mmm, yeah, no, hate that.} Hawks audibly grimaces.

Dabi scrunches his face in an equal level of disgust. “Yeah, never do that again. Anyway, you have my quirk. The thing that keeps me alive as much as it kills me.”

{What do you mean by that?}

“I’m a walking cadaver of open wounds living in dirty abandoned buildings, Hawks. What’s something that fights infection?” He’s still got the whole cryptic vibe to maintain, sue him.

{A fever! Oh my god, are you telling me you just constantly have a fever?! No wonder you’re such an asshole!} Hawks jabs, but the panic is clear in his voice. 

“It’s either that or dying of sepsis or something.” Dabi shrugs, glaring at the door when Toga starts pounding on it. “Oh my god, I’m gonna kill them.”

“DABIIIII!” Toga screeches. “Get up! Shiggy wants us for a meeting!” 

Dabi’s eyes widen in horror at the realization he’ll have to interact with them looking like this. “Shit, Hawks. What about our jobs?”

{I already called in for a quirk accident so they have someone covering my shift. Luckily, fire quirks are common enough and it's not blue so I can play dumb. You on the other hand, I have no clue, but we need to meet soon so I can at least make sure you don’t die.} Hawks explains, a door opening in the background before he curses. {Dammit, I have to call an Uber or something. Give me back my ride, man!}

Dabi can’t help but snort as the hero complains about having to travel like a civilian. “Yeah, I’ll get right on that. Any chance you’d be willing to borrow or kidnap the girl Eraser adopted to patch me up while we hunt down who did this?”

{I think I’d rather take my chances with you on Trigger.} Hawks scoffs, doors opening and closing as he goes. {I’ll check the database though for someone else while I’m looking for someone with a quirk swapping quirk. At least, you switched with a hero, right?}

Dabi hates that he’s almost grateful for the fact. “Just hurry up. I’ll talk to Shiggs and send you a meeting point later- Bang on the door again! See what happens!”

He hears Hawks laughing through the phone as Toga whines. “I didn’t even move yet!”

“Unless it’s to turn around, keep it that way!” Dabi yells, going back to the snickering hero. “I gotta go down. Text you later.”

{Good luck!} Hawks’ smirk is audible as Dabi hangs up, sighing as he trudges to the door. 

“There was a quirk accident last night, Toga. I need you to promise to be chill before I open the door.” Dabi decides as he braces himself for the inevitable shit show. “Like infiltration levels. My senses are a bit hey wire right now.”

He officially hates being able to hear the girl’s heartbeat fast in panic.

“Are you okay?” She asks a lot quieter now.

“Technically.” He shrugs as he opens the door and she gasps. “Though we’ll need to find a healing quirk soon since my fire was what was fighting infection.”

Toga’s eyes widen the more she takes him in before she slaps her hands over her mouth to squeal. “You look so pretty!”

Dabi winces, the volume still too loud. “Can’t say I hate the look. They’re heavy as shit though, and I don’t know how to drop them.”

Toga nods sympathetically, tapping her chin. “If you give me some blood, I could try figuring it out?” 

Dabi is almost tempted but shakes his head. “Since it’s the result of another quirk, probably not. Can you run and tell the others to can it though?” 

Toga grins, nodding as she runs off to give Dabi some time to collect himself. He can hear her screeching about it from here and just hopes she can shut them up before he joins them. 

Thankfully, it’s Spinner who has everyone in line by the time Dabi makes it down, and shoots Shigaraki a glare when he opens his mouth a little too wide for the lizard man’s liking. 

Dabi nods his head in thanks, the most he’s willing to show of actual gratitude as he tries to figure out sitting on the sofa. In the end, he just ends up joined by Twice and Compress so he can perch on the back, eyes narrowed in warning. 

“The eyes are fucking weird.” Shigaraki rasps from where he sits next to Spinner, and Dabi assumes his pupils must have pinned. 

“So is being able to see every flake of your eczema. Can’t say I’m a fan.” Dabi huffs, tilting his head in confusion when it comes out more avian sounding. “What the-?”

“Good thing I don’t have any jobs for you for a while then.” Shigaraki shrugs, fidgeting with his new gloves and noticing how Dabi’s eyes follow the shine of the button. “How the hell did you manage to look in the mirror?” 

“I was a bit busy panicking.” Dabi shrugs. “Now what did you need us for? I need to meet someone to get this fixed.” 

“Just bring Hawks here. We’re leaving this base soon anyway and neither of you are of any use with quirks you can’t use.” Shigaraki decides with a wave of his hand. “I’m guessing that’s who you switched with anyway?”

“Yeah, birdbrain called me in a panic ‘cause he sneezed and lit something on fire.” Dabi huffs with a roll of his eyes. “How the lack of back pain didn’t cue him in, I don’t know, but notes need exchanging and he needs to bring me a healer before I start festering.”

Shigaraki scrunches his face at the thought. “Gross. Give him the address. Until then, your new roles in the new Paranormal Liberation Front.”

“Nerd.” Dabi can’t help but smirk, accidentally shredding the pillow thrown at him and blinking at his talons in a mix of horror and wonder. “What the fuck?”

“Anyway!”

By the time they’re updated on their new roles and the structure of the new organization, Hawks is texting Dabi to let him know he’s on his way. 

Pretty Bird: [No clue how long since I’m not used to the whole walking thing.]

Hot Stuff: [GPS, birdbrain.]

Pretty Bird: [Oh yeah.]

Pretty Bird: [23min]

Dabi rolls his eyes as he pockets his phone, heading to the kitchen for breakfast since they already have access to Liberation money. He’s mildly horrified to find himself staring at one of Toga’s bloody steaks but just chalks it up to bird shit.

“Oi! Blondie! I’m grabbing one of these!” He calls out as he uses his new talons to rip one open and starts salivating at the scent. “Shit, no wonder Hawks is so skinny.”

“You’ll want to heat it up a bit.” Toga hums as she snatches it on the way to the microwave. “It’ll be more like fresh prey that way.”

Dabi squawks in outrage at his food being taken, but has to admit that it sounds far more appealing. “Think this is one of the things the Commission deprived him of?”

“Probably.” Toga scowls, still pouting about not being able to stab Commission members after they all came to the same conclusion about the extra feathers and bird feet. “I hope we can get Hawksy out of there soon.”

“Definitely ready to kidnap him at this point.” Dabi chitters angrily, perking back up when the microwave goes off and his eyes zero in on the warm meat, brain practically singing about fresh prey. He wastes no time tearing into it when it’s set down in front of him. “Fuck, that’s good. Hand me a peace of the leftover fried chicken. I wanna test how hot my fire needs to be when I set fire to the Commission later.”

Toga giggles, happily helping Dabi test all the little things the Commission more than likely tortured out of the birdie. They’re both horrified when Dabi gags at the taste of cooked meat, and almost throws up completely when he tries to swallow it. 

“What the fuck? Hawks eats this shit by the bucket!” Dabi scoffs as he gargles water in the sink, grateful Twice had somehow gotten it working. 

“It’s either that or starve.” The hero surprises them both by suddenly speaking. “The public wouldn’t like their number two eating raw meat or catching small prey on patrol. I’d be kicked so far down the rankings, no one would even notice the Commission disposing of their failed soldier.” Numb gold eyes lock with for once lively turquoise. “I’m sure you know a bit about that.” He hums, tapping a folder in his arms so only Dabi can see a long-forgotten name etched onto the tab.

“How did you-” Dabi winces when Toga yelps and he realizes his feathers had sharpened with his fear. 

“I had some extra motivation since I’m currently stuck with your quirk. You’re a lot easier to find when I’m the one holding the quirk.” Hawks shrugs and Dabi hates how soulless his eyes look. “Don’t worry though. I grabbed every file I could find on you and a few other flame users and we can burn them the second this is fixed.”

“Hawks? Are you okay?” Toga ends up being the one brave enough to ask. 

Hawks at least manages a small smile, but it doesn’t reach his eyes. “Dabi’s quirk seems to be attached to his emotions. I was trained to withstand torture. Turning mine off for a bit is nothing.”

Dabi really hates that. There’s a reason he chose to focus on spite and anger. Turning everything off completely left him without even a will to live. 

“Find a healer then?” Dabi asks instead of voicing any of this as he goes back to inhaling the raw meat he abandoned on the table. “Or preferably the dumbass responsible.”

Empty eyes trail back to him and Dabi really wishes Hawks was wearing that stupid visor so he could at least pretend the light reflecting off of it was in Hawks’ eyes. 

“Yeah. A little girl a few blocks from here actually. Quirk: Phoenix.” Hawks shrugs as he tucks the folders back into his coat, and pulls out another one. “Figured it’d be easier to get a kid to go along with it, and even if she told someone, you look so different right now, they’d assume she was playing make-believe or something.” 

Dabi frowns, not liking bringing a kid into this. “I was joking about the other little girl, you know?”

“And I’m not. It’s a good cover, and most kids love heroes so it shouldn’t be too hard to get her to try.” Hawks hums as he flips through the paper. “As for the culprit. I’m guessing it was the goon I through in jail yesterday so let’s hope she can heal your scars enough for you to join me for a visitation other wise a prison break is in order.” 

The frown deepens. “Uh, the scars are kind of part of my big revenge scheme. Kinda need them in place.”

“Well, how else do we fix this then?” Hawks asks, raising a fluffy eyebrow in annoyance. 

“Can’t you go in there and asks? Say it’s for an investigation?” Dabi sighs, trilling in delight when he finds he can actually crunch through the bone of the steak. 

Hawks blinks, both at the sound and for having not considered that. “I kind of got stuck on the whole infection part, I didn’t even think of that.” 

Dabi snorts, carefully licking the blood from his fingers as he finishes the steak. “I appreciate the concern, but it’d be a better move to just steal the welding kid from 1-B. I had already been on the street for months by the time I figured out the fever trick. I’ll be fine for a few days.”

“Can’t you go in there and ask? Say it’s for an investigation?” Dabi sighs, trilling in delight when he finds he can actually crunch through the bone of the steak.

Hawks blinks, both at the sound and for having not considered that. “I kind of got stuck on the whole infection part, I didn’t even think of that.”

Dabi snorts, carefully licking the blood from his fingers as he finishes the steak. “I appreciate the concern, but it’d be a better move to just steal the welding kid from 1-B since I just need the seams closed. I had already been on the street for months by the time I figured out the fever trick. I’ll be fine for a few days. The urgency was really just to get you moving before you could spiral.”

Hawks huffs, muttering about not spiraling even if he knew it was true. "So, what? I waltz into the prison, demand to speak to the guy, and come back here with hopeful answers?"

"Yup. Put that hero status to use for once." Dabi smirks as he tosses the meat package into the trash.

"You mean besides the actual hero part?" Hawks scoffs, emotion actually leaking into his voice now much to the villains' relief.

"Besides the child soldier part, yeah." Dabi hums in challenge, feeling the feathers on his head raise with it.

The action is apparently enough to startle Hawks whose eyes flick between the crest feathers and Toga in panic before switching to confusion when she seems unphased.

Dabi, of course, notices and scoffs, more feathers ruffling. "You really think anyone here is going to judge? We have a whole-ass lizard man who probably saved everyone's ass earlier by keeping them quiet. Toga just taught me heating up the meat satisfies the predator brain. Seriously, Hawks?"

Dabi knows the hero's wings would be slumping if he had them based on his posture.

"You already pieced together half my childhood when you woke up. You of all people should know that shit doesn't just go away." Hawks huffs, hands twitching like he wants to pull his wings around him.

He does know this. He knows it all too well. All it does, however, is just redirect his anger as he makes an angry chittering noise.

"Go find the fix so I can burn that shit hole to the ground." Dabi trills evenly despite his pupils being all but nonexistent in his rage.

Hawks looks multiple levels of conflicted, but finally just sighs. "You think I'm their only passion project?"

Both villains bare their teeth in outrage now and Dabi finally manages to detach some feathers that stick themselves into the walls.

"Ah, perfect." Dabi grins manically, pulling one out of the counter. "You go get the information. I'll go use their precious wings against them."

"Absolutely not." Hawks scoffs, stomping over to snatch the feather. "You are untrained and I haven't finished getting you the information on their quirks yet. Do you want to get trapped in a traumatic event for the rest of your life? How about having your skin turned inside out? Just stay put and let me fix this."

"But-"

Hawks just raises an unimpressed eyebrow, some fire finally back in his eyes as he sighs. "Sorry about this."

That’s the only warning Dabi gets before the feather is set on fire and he falls to the ground screaming in pain. "What the-"

He's cut off once more by the rest of the detached feathers being collected and setting them ablaze at the same time almost makes the villain pass out as the steak tries to come back up. "Sto-"

One last feather is plucked from his head to receive the same treatment and his vision swims as the small size somehow makes it worse. "Hawks-"

He finally registers Toga yelling at the hero to stop but looking up just fills his vision with cold, emotionless gold eyes.

"They'll do far worse." Hawks states simply. "Stay put."

Dabi's not sure he's felt pain that intense since he almost burned to death, and somehow the weird psychic disconnect made it so much worse as he gags trying to swallow the food threatening to come up. He absolutely hates doing it, but he nods in defeat. "Yeah…gotcha…"

"Yo! Hawks! What's all the screa- What did you do to Dabi, you ass?! " Twice suddenly yells, having come to investigate and Dabi feels his head swim again as he realizes the others had been whispering.

"Made sure he didn't do something stupid." Hawks shrugs as he stands back up. "Make sure he doesn't leave the base."

"Sure thing. Why would I listen to you?! " Twice scoffs, wincing when Dabi sits back enough to hold his head with a groan. "Sorry. Suck it up! " Both of these are thankfully whispered.

Hawks tilts his head, still getting used to deciphering which voice to listen to before deciding to answer both. "Thanks. His pride will probably get him killed otherwise."

Twice nods as he rushes over to try to help Dabi up, the currently feathered villain having trouble navigating the extra weight on his back and Toga being just a tad too small to really help and too busy smacking Hawks on the shoulder anyway. "Want a hand?" He asks quietly, managing to silence the other voice even if it gives him a pretty bad tic doing so.

Normally, Dabi would tell him to fuck off, but the room hasn't fully stopped spinning so he takes it. "Yeah…get me in a stool, would ya?"

Twice, thankfully, manages to not insult him on the way up, though letting the other villain touch between his wings for leverage created a whole new problem that he resolutely chooses to ignore as he mumbles a thanks and slumps his head on the counter. He's relieved to find a new bottle of pain meds waiting for him when he opens his eyes. "Thanks, birdie."

"Sorry again. It's hard to explain without experiencing it, and I knew your stubborn ass wouldn't listen otherwise." Hawks sighs, sounding genuinely apologetic as he also sets down a glass of water and hands Dabi the files.

"You let me burn through feathers like they are kindling and I burn way hotter." Dabi decides to focus on instead. "What the fuck, birdie?"

Hawks has the audacity to just shrug, looking at the ground as he scratches the back of his head as though saying something embarrassing instead of horrifying. "I was trained to withstand actual torture. Your fire is like a bad sunburn."

Looking up reveals three villains looking at him in a mixture of horror and rage, though he can tell the rage isn't directed at him.

"Fuck the pain, I'm going anyway- Don't touch me!" Dabi squawks and pushes Twice between them when Hawks just looks at him unimpressed and reaches for a feather.

"That's what I thought." Hawks sighs starting to lower his hand before Dabi suddenly grabs it and makes him yelp. "What are you-"

"It just clicked what you said." Dabi hums, glaring at the blisters on Hawks' hand. "If you have my quirk, you're not fireproof. Barely fire resistant on most of your body."

Hawks hears Toga and Twice gasp when Dabi moves his sleeve up to reveal slightly worse burns but he's too busy trying to keep his panic down about them seeing a weakness so he doesn't make it worse by getting worked up and catching fire. "It's fi-"

"Twice, can you get the burn stuff?" Dabi cuts him off without looking away from the wounds. "The arm shouldn’t scar too badly, but you definitely don't want it on your hands."

"Really, I'm-" Twice has already run off though so Hawks just sighs. "Seriously, how do you live like this?"

"It's mostly spite." Dabi shrugs, taking Hawks' other hand to check it before he gets distracted by the shine of his rings. "How do you get anything done?"

"Intense training and a lot of 'Number Two Hero Distracted By Shiny Objects' compilations on WeTube." Hawks shrugs, taking his hand back once it's been deemed acceptable.

Dabi snorts, shaking his head as he takes the box brought in by Twice. "How many include you flying into buildings?"

"At least one per video." Hawks manages to smirk before hissing as Dabi starts treating his wounds. "Watch it, Hot Stuff. I still have modeling gigs while I get switched over."

"Should have thought about that before you tried to not treat it." Dabi huffs, wrapping a nonstick bandage a little tight just to make the hero whine before fixing it and continuing like normal. "The Frankenstein's monster spot has already been filled."

It's Hawks' turn to snort now as he pulls his sleeve back down and picks up the culprit's file. "Fair enough. I'll go try to get this fixed then."

"You sure we can't go stab the Commission while you're gone?" Toga pouts.

Hawks hums, eyes drifting from worried gold to trying to feign apathetic turquoise and down to a thick file. "Tell you what, you stay put and don't do anything stupid, and I won't take your target from you."

Turquoise eyes narrow and there's another angry chitter. "You wouldn't fucking dare!"

"After what I just read? Patrol is going to be really fucking tense when I get back." Hawks glares though it's not directed at Dabi. "Let me know next time you want to test a Nomu and we can arrange an actually deserted area."

This makes Dabi blink in shock but nod. "Deal." He decides, finally turning to take the pain meds as letting the wings hang starts taking its toll. "Now scram. These things are heavy."

Hawks just snickers, motioning for Toga to hand over her phone so he can bring up a tutorial. "If you can stop being a prickly asshole for a little bit, these two can help with that."

The two villains light up at the opportunity to help who they consider their friend and Dabi groans, knowing they'll badger him until he agrees. "Dammit, birdie. Fine, just get this fixed."

A smirk tugs at Hawks' mouth but he manages to keep it hidden as he once again schools his emotions back into numbness. "Have fun. I'll be back."

"Leave that zombie shit at the door next time!" Dabi calls after the retreating hero. "It's fucking weird!"

"Like I have a choice." Hawks snorts, having not meant to let go of it just now. Dabi really was a master at ruffling his feathers, even when he didn't have them.

~~~

Hawks has to fight himself not to squirm as he sits on the interrogator's side of the table. He can't see behind him but something on his back itches like hell and it's only gotten worse since leaving the base.

"Dammit, come on." He mutters, looking to the door once more. "How long does it take to grab a criminal?"

Hawks officially hates not having his wings when the door opening makes him jump.

"Sorry about that, Hawks. He slipped out of the quirk suppressant cuffs so we had to fight him into a tighter pair and get the fix." A tired-sounding officer explains. "I assume that's why you're here?"

Hawks forces on one of his camera-ready smiles though it doesn't reach his eyes as he continues to dissociate to keep the fire calm. "Yeah, would kinda like to get back out in the field, ya know?"

"Oh, I'm sure." The cop sighs, dragging a smug-looking goon into the room with him. "Good luck with the HR paperwork if it was a coworker."

Hawks frowns in confusion before looking at the villain-wanna-be as he's forced to sit across from him. "What does he mean?"

"Oh, he's just being dramatic." The guy snickers and god is that voice grating. "It wears off after two weeks, but if you're that impatient to go back to being a pretty bird-"

"Don't call me that." Hawks sneers, the nickname being reserved for a certain flame villain and he doesn't want it soiled by this guy's annoying voice.

The guy rolls his eyes but the annoying grin doesn’t leave. "Please, your type thrives on attention. Anyway, if you're that impatient, getting to know the person who you traded quirks with will speed it up."

Hawks frowns, something suddenly clicking as he takes his phone out and pulls his shirt collars back to take a picture down his shirt. He can't help but grin as he sees feathers starting to peak out. Must have been from skimming Dabi's file. "That's not so bad. Why would that warrant an HR complaint?"

He doesn't like the grin on the guy's face.

"Getting to know them intimately in any way will speed it up. The more intimate, the better." The guy leers.

Hawks blinks, not understanding for a second until he looks at the officers and sees his ears flushed red and realizes that what he thought was a scratch is actually smeared lipstick.

Oh .

Hawks feels his face heat up and curses when his face starts actually smoking. "No wonder it took a while to get you back here."

"We won't be making the mistake again." The officer huffs, glaring daggers at the goon in the chair.

"Just tryna help people understand each other better." The guy shrugs with a grin. "Wouldn't the world be so much better if we did?"

"That definitely isn't the way to go about it." Hawks grimaces. "Anything else?"

Another shrugs as the guy leans back in his seat. "Nah, it's pretty straightforward. A smooch should have you back to all your feathered glory in no time though mutant-type quirks take a bit longer and might leave a characteristic or a biology thing behind."

Hawks nods, standing to leave now. "Hopefully just the kiss will work." Dabi and he had moved on to being a bit softer with each other weeks ago, but Hawks was really hoping their first kiss let alone anything else would be a bit more special. "I'll put in a word with the judge for some therapy."

"I don't need-"

Hawks doesn't give him a chance to respond as he wishes the officer farewell and is out the door before he can even argue.

"Dammit." Hawks groans, choosing to make his way back to the base to talk face-to-face rather than over the phone. He needed to think.

~~~

Dabi, meanwhile, is in the process of becoming part of the couch, cooing and chirping as Toga and Twice have fun preening his new wings. The ones close to his back and his tail feathers had quickly been marked off limits but everywhere else had him boneless.

"Those are still good noises, right?" Toga checks in, still nervous after Twice had ticked and hurt a feather in a way that made Dabi scream.

Dabi made a happy trilling noise before remembering Toga can't understand and nodding. "Doing great." He mumbles before a feather twitches and he sighs. "Shiggy, I can feel you hovering." He senses Shigaraki jump at suddenly being acknowledged before the leader starts muttering. "Can't hear through them."

Shigaraki groans before speaking up. "Are they soft?"

He fans his wings out to silence the two already preening before lifting his head to look at the other villain. "Do you have your gloves?"

Shigaraki's eyes widen at the implications but he nods quickly, pulling them on. "Are you sure?"

"You can get the ones closer to the base." Dabi mumbles, face already back in the couch. Perks of sleeping with your boss in the past, shame was nonexistent.

Shigaraki didn't need to be told twice, quickly making his way over to straddle Dabi's lower back and taking the phone offered to him to see what he was doing before getting to work.

That's how Hawks finds them when he finally returns, Dabi completely zoned out and it's only from having the quirk his entire life that Hawks knows what the chirping means and it makes his face flush red.

"Having fun over there?" He's proud when he manages to not squeak.

Dabi just trills, not even trying to move as the others move away at Hawks' prompting though he does chitter in complaint.

"Huh, so that's what I would have been like." Hawks hums as he crouches down next to the currently feathered villain. "Think we can go to your room? He told me how to switch our quirks back, but I don't think you want to be around others for this."

Dabi blinks at him slowly, taking a moment to process the words before nodding. "Block me for a second." He whispers.

"Figured out why I don't let you touch my back?" Hawks smirks as he angles himself to block the room's view of Dabi as the villain stretches his wings before pulling them around himself a bit as he stands, obviously trying to play it off as some bird comfort thing.

"Yeah. Worth it though." Dabi hums, more relaxed than anyone in the room has ever seen him. "Let's get this shit fixed. That's way too easy of a mental off button."

"Trust me, I know." Hawks snorts, letting Dabi lead the way with a wave to the others, speaking up when they're out of earshot. "So, basically we just need to get to know each other more. The more personal the better….I already noticed feathers on my back from reading your file."

"So, we just need to quiz each other and I can stop getting distracted by my own wrist?" Dabi hums with a rather bird-like tilt of his head.

"Mutant quirks apparently take longer, but yeah that's the next quickest way after just waiting it out." Hawks nods, flopping on the bed so Dabi and his freshly preened wings can sit backward in the chair and his brow furrows as he realizes he was teased. "You'll probably have yours back before I have mine."

Dabi nods, tilting his head in thought. "Any faster ways?"

Hawks flushes red, picking at a frayed thread on the villain's bed. "…The more personal the better remember?"

Dabi frowns in confusion, brow furrowed before they shoot into his hairline. "You don't mean-?"

"Biblically yeah." Hawks scowls at the ceiling. "We can try the easier methods though. I understand you probably don't want to-"

"Pretty sure I've yelled at you before for putting words in my mouth, pretty bird." Dabi chirps in annoyance.

Hawks jerks his head up to stare at Dabi in shock. "Huh?"

"Who the hell said I wouldn't want to sleep with you, birdie?" Dabi scoffs. "Been trying to at least get a hate fuck since the third meeting. Jesus, birdie, what the hell did they do to your self-esteem over there?"

Hawks just stares at him deadpan. "I am missing feathers."

Dabi's eye twitches. "Right. Now do you want your wings back or not?"

Hawks fidgets in embarrassment but when he notices actual steam leaving his face, his mind is made up. "Only if you actually want to-"

"Oh my god." Dabi groans in annoyance before Hawks is yelping when big feathers swoop him off the bed and deposit him on the villain's lap.

"When did you-"

"I'm used to monitoring changes in my quirk. I was a little distracted but noticed what it felt like for them to detach earlier." Dabi huffs, pulling the flustered hero into a deep kiss that makes the blonde melt.

"It took me years of being locked in a closet to figure that out." Hawks pants, pupils rapidly eating away at gold. "You haven't even had it a full 24 hours."

Dabi feels his body temperature start to lower with this new information as his feathers flare. "My quirk risks killing me every time I use it. I can't afford to not understand what's going on with my body so I'm a fast learner."

Hawks' pupils pin now with that. "Is that why you're freezing?"

"Something to do with it. I'll let you read the damn file later. Right now, we've been eye fucking each other for months and I want to take advantage of this." Dabi trills, pulling Hawks into another deep kiss that has his temperature lowering further before he chirps in surprise when he feels talons between his wings and it goes straight to his cock. "Fuck!"

"That's the plan." Hawks snickers before his eyes widen when he grinds against Dabi and realizes what's going inside him. "Yeah, your talons need to go."

Dabi snorts, pulling the hero's shirt off to give his wings room to grow before starting to attack his neck with his mouth, some animalistic part of his brain demanding that he marks what's his. The thought makes him trill territorially and cling to Hawks in his need to claim. "Shit, pretty bird. Is this what was going through your head every time you looked at me like that?"

"The feral need to take you back to my nest and mark you for the world to see? Yeah." Hawks gasps, bird sounds starting to slip into his other sounds. The sensitivity from the telekinesis side of the quirk was definitely back if he was already this worked up. "Was part of what took so long. I was trying to figure out how to do that with the scar tissue."

"Just make a necklace out of a feather." Dabi scoffs. "Are you that much of a birdbrain?"

"Shut up, you're distracting." Hawks chitters before cursing. "Dammit, I'm either going to have to remember that again or speed run switching sides."

"If you think you're leaving this nest tonight, you officially fried your brain." Dabi glares with a warning noise. "They don’t need to know when you have your quirk back."

"They'd figure it out eventually." Hawks sighs, the sound cutting into a croon when Dabi slips his hand into the hero's pants. When he had even gotten them open, Hawks has no clue, but it makes him grip the base of pretty white wings once more, drawing a cursed moan from both of them.

"Bed." Dabi groans, using the feathers from earlier to support Hawks' body weight before he drops the hero on the bed and looms over him like a predator with prey. He gets to watch the position set off some sort of bird instinct in Hawks' brain as pupils rapidly shrink and expand, his few feathers sharpening behind him when Dabi spreads his own wings to look larger above him. Being able to feel Hawks' heart race through the feathers holding him sends heat rushing through Dabi's body and he croons.

"Dabi…move. Something. Bird brain hates this, but I also don't know if I've ever been this hard in my life." Hawks whispers, talons curling against Dabi's back and making the villain finally snap.

Dabi lets out something that sounds like the bird equivalent of a growl as he descends on the frozen hero, diving in for another rough kiss that leaves them gasping for air. At the same time, the feathers give Dabi the leverage to get the hero's pants off and a hand around Hawks' cock, looming over him the entire time as Hawks chirps and moans.

"Hot! Fuck, no seriously, you're getting your fire back, cool it." Hawks soon hisses despite continuing to arch into the villain's touch. "Mnmm~ There. Right there." He moans when Dabi brings the temperature down to something that isn't going to burn his dick off. "Heh, some lube and it'll almost feel like I'm fucking someONE-Shit!"

Apparently, they were on the same track because Dabi sent one of the remaining feathers he had control over into his nightstand and was using his free hand to pour some lube over Hawk's cock to help the glide and make red feathers shudder.

"Way ahead of you, pretty bird." Dabi smirks, fangs on full display as he goes back to marking up the hero's neck. "Talons are almost gone. You sure about this?"

"Yes, absolutely, please, fuck, I haven't been this sensitive in years. Please, Dabi." Hawks chirps, bird noises slowly coming back with his feathers as he bucks into the tight heat of Dabi's hand. "Had an entire breakdown after the first meeting because you weren't supposed to be hot, but all bird brain could scream was mate so please ."

Dabi curses, concentrating to get a feather to dump lube on his fingers before it falls with the loss of connection. He had expected to have to actually work to get the hero to beg for him, and he probably will in the future, but having him so sensitive and squirming beneath him is definitely doing something for both the villain and the remaining bird instincts that register it as 'Potential mate trying to escape. Give him a reason to stay'. Dabi can definitely get behind that as he lets his natural body heat warm the lube, taking stock of his talons on the upstroke and trilling happily when he feels they're gone.

"How're your wings doing, birdie? Do I get to watch your face or do you need to flip?" The villain checks in, feeling his own feathers starting to fall.

Hawks squirms a bit before wincing when he bends a feather. "Next time. I can't feel them yet to take them off."

The hero acknowledging a next time gets a happy little coo out of the fire user as he lets go to help him onto his front, keeping a possessive hand somewhere on him the entire time until he can—now carefully because of the wings about the size of post-High-End—loom over him again to trill in his ear in what he now knows is the bird equivalent of dirty talk. Feeling the new feathers puff up against his chest makes him smirk.

"It's going to be such a shame when I can't make those sounds anymore. The back of your neck is as red as your feathers just from a little cooing, it's adorable." Dabi teases as he leans back enough to prod at the hero's already twitching hole.

"Well, hopefully, you remember what they mean when I can turn the tables." Hawks huffs, chirping when a warm finger slips inside. "Shit, Dabs."

"I'll let you know, birdie. Maybe I can practice a few." Dabi hums, smirking when Hawks' feathers shake. "Like that idea, pretty bird?"

"My mate making an effort to dirty talk me in a language only we can understand? Obviously." Hawks scoffs as though Dabi asked something ridiculous only to squawk out a moan when Dabi works another finger in and locates his prostate as punishment for the sass. "How did you-"

"I wasn't always in the League, remember?" Dabi shrugs like it's no big deal before making a cooing noise when he sees feathers sharpen. "Calm down, birdie, I'm clean."

"Reassuring, but not the worry," Hawks mumbles, trying to focus against the fingers doing their best to distract him.

"Tragic backstory later." Dabi insists with a wave of his free hand. "On the bright side, a bigger feather is starting to grow back from that."

"Joy." Hawks deadpans sarcastically before chirping when that gets his prostate tortured again. "Fuck! Fine! I'll snoop later just please tell me I'm almost ready." He can't even deny the fact that he whined that last part.

"Hmm, almost." Dabi hums, more than happy to let the topic go as he spreads his fingers to hear a needy trill. "Let me just get my own pants-cut them and you can keep looking like a hatchling." The villain warns, seeing a sharpened feather detach before it reattaches almost petulantly. "The painkillers were the most I'm letting you buy me."

Hawks makes a few grumpy bird noises before there's another squawked moan Dabi insistently targets his prostate. "Fine! Fine! Fuck-fine, just please , Dabi!"

Dabi has to admit that having Japan's most thirsted-after hero begging for his cock is a hell of an ego boost, but it also makes it very hard to stop teasing him just to keep hearing his pretty pleas. In the end, however, Dabi's dick wins out and has him flapping what's left of his wings in his struggle out of his pants and chirping in surprise when he actually gets some air. He's almost disappointed he didn't think to try that while he would be in control of the wings, but it's too late now so he just refocuses on the task at hand which is smearing the excess lube on his cock and lining it up with the hero's twitching hole. He smirks when the feeling of his Prince Albert against the hero's rim makes Hawks chirp.

"Come on, birdie, I'm covered in metal and just admitted to whoring myself out. Did you really not expect piercings?" Dabi hums, rutting between the hero's cheeks to tease him.

"Piercing s ? Plural ?" Hawks chirps, trying to crane his neck to see and letting his head drop with a curse when Dabi moves enough for Hawks to see a Jacob's Ladder running down the shaft. "I might have to thank that villain."

Dabi snorts, shaking his head at the dork as he lines up, watching the hero's wings flutter in anticipation. "Ready, pretty bird?"

"Gods, yes." Hawks groans, crooning out a moan when Dabi starts pushing in. "Fuck~"

"Working on it," Dabi smirks, laughing when a wing tries to smack him, but isn't quite long enough yet. "You made the same joke 20 minutes ago, shut the fuck up."

Hawks opens his mouth to respond, but all that comes out is a chirped moan being forced out of him by each rung of the villain's ladder catching on his rim and grinding against his walls with each thrust inside. His wings are trembling by the time Dabi is seated fully inside and all he can do is coo and moan at the villain's teasing. He's extra sensitive everywhere like it’s a brand new quirk and when a warm hand runs between his wings, his cock throbs as he chirps.

"Shit, birdie, quirk has you messed up, huh?" Dabi chuckles, noticing his own senses returning to normal so it feels less like he'll cum at any amount of stimulation, but Hawks is also squeezing around him like he might instead so he's not in any better state.

"Feels like a new quirk." Hawks manages to slur out as he grips the sheets with his talons. "Like every single nerve can feel everything and I'm going to lose my mind."

"I can tell, you're gripping my cock like you'll cum at any second." Dabi hums, running warm hands along the hero's sides to hear Hawks' breath stutter as he moans. "You'll probably fall apart if I even try to move, won't you, pretty bird?"

"No- I-" Hawks actually caws when Dabi attempts to move. "Fuck, yes, probably. Don't stop though. There are still crest feathers in your hair."

Dabi can feel them trying to come loose with how they itch like hell but also knows there's still more on his back too. Those aren't his concern though. He's entirely more focused on driving Hawks' crazy on his cock. If he can get the hero crying, even better.

"If you insist, birdie." Dabi hums in a way that spells danger, and Hawks must realize it too based on how his feathers puff up. Whatever the case, Hawks has had more than enough time to adjust to him so he starts pulling out.

The effect is instant of feathers half puffing up, half sharpening, and sheets ripping as Hawks shrieks. He's almost afraid Dabi will stop but instead, he gets a trill in return that makes his wings flutter before he's moaning again when Dabi starts properly moving. Fuck, he can feel every centimeter of cock and every single place hot hands fight not to burn freckled skin. He swears he sees stars when the villain finally finds his prostate again and lets out another shriek when Dabi starts targeting it.

"Dabi~! Fuck, please, please, please. Fuck your cock, your hands, pleASE!" Hawks cries out when a hot hand returns to his dick and he tenses all over to not cum on the spot. He makes a warbling noise when Dabi laughs meanly and starts stroking in time with his thrusts. The angle is awkward, but the villain knows what he's doing and the leftover lube and heat makes it feel like Hawks is fucking someone as well and it's driving him crazy.

"What's wrong, pretty bird? Gonna cum already? Go on, you know you can." Dabi teases, his clean hand gripping the base of a wing to make Hawks sing. "You said I could continue after all."

Hawks is fairly sure he'll pass out if he cums right now, and the mental image of Dabi continuing to use his fucked out body is not helping. He can't voice this though, so stimulated that he's been reduced to bird noises that he just has to hope and pray Dabi can still understand because like hell is he tapping out.

Luckily for the bird, Dabi still has full understanding though attempts to respond in kind are now stunted. "Shit, birdie, sounds like I'm gonna have to practice. We'll have plenty of time though since you're crazy if you think you're getting rid of me. That need to claim is still there along with the fangs and I plan to make sure all of Japan knows you're taken under that stupid collar. Gonna mark you a way not even the Commission can take away." He feels the hero clench around him with a coo. "Like that idea, pretty bird?"

Hawks croons, nodding his head desperately as he claws at the sheets.

Mark me. Fuck me. Cum in me. Fuck, Dabi. Want you so bad . He wants to scream, but it won't come out and he makes a frustrated chirping.

"Aw, what's wrong, baby? Got something to say?" Dabi coos mockingly, panting as he nears his own edge. He's honestly shocked Hawks hasn't cum yet, but with the way he's trembling, there's no way he won't be falling apart soon. "I can still understand, you know? Want me to mark you up and leave you dripping cum, pretty bird? Want me to mark you inside and out, pretty bird?"

Hawks nods quickly, chirping as Dabi picks up speed and slams back into him harder. Readjusting to hiding the bird sounds is going to be a pain in the ass, but right now, he feels his wings flaring out as he's pushed over the edge, bird-like croons and chirps leaving him as he finally cums hard onto the sheets. He feels the heat increase and hands leave him with a curse as he fights not to black out, but an annoyed chirp gets them to at least return to his hips earning a happy coo.

"Fuck, birdie." Dabi curses as the hero spasms around him, dragging him closer to the edge. "I can't guarantee you won't end up branded-shit!" Hawks clenching around him rips one last squawk out of him that ends in a more strangled moan. "I am not branding you when you're not in your right mind, dumb-AH-ASS-Fuck!"

His chivalry is met with angry chirping, but Dabi isn't budging on the stance. "Not-shit- happening. Fuck, I'm close, birdie."

This finally gets a happy trill out of the fucked out bird and Dabi doesn't realize he's closed his eyes until he's caught off guard by wings knocking him forward so his fangs are hovering over the hero's shoulder. Whatever was left of the bird instincts coos happily at having such an eager mate and Dabi is sent tumbling over the edge as he slams into the base and bites hard into the meat of Hawks’ shoulder, a final pleased bird noise leaving them both with the action.

He's not entirely sure, but Dabi is fairly certain he feels some form of bond wrap around his mind as the last of his feathers fall, but that could just be the endorphins. Whatever the case, he has a happily cooing bird under him and a bloody bite to take care of…soon. Right now, he just wants to cuddle the hero his brain is now referring to as mate so just maneuvers them away from Hawks' cum to do just that, laughing when trying to pull out gets him chittered at angrily.

"Needy much?" Dabi snorts, careful of Hawks' wings as he positions them chest to chest and nuzzles wild blonde hair.

At first, he just gets another annoyed chirp, but Hawks soon clears his throat to huff. "I've been pining and fighting bird instincts for months. Fuck off."

"I mean I just tried to and got talons in my scars for my efforts." Dabi teases, doing his best attempt at the soothing coo he could do earlier. It's not as effective, but the effort seems to at least be appreciated as Hawks coos back. "I'll work on that."

Hawks is quiet for a second before a gold eye peak up in wonder. "You will? That wasn't just foreplay?"

Dabi raises an eyebrow at why that would be such a big deal, but seeing usually absent red feathers intertwined in gold bangs is all the answer he needs. "Absolutely. You're noises are adorable and it'll be worth the temporary sore throat to get more of them."

The back of Hawks' neck flushes red as he looks back down, but he's still getting control of his wings again so Dabi gets to watch them flutter happily. "…I'll try around here."

"Listen to the first voice with Twice, ignore the second." Dabi hums as he gets comfortable. "He was loving the sounds I was making, but the second voice is a jerk. He’ll feel horrible if he actually hurts you though."

"Cool, I was right." Hawks chirps proudly before his eyes open in wonder. "I can actually eat here!"

"Even more when we get ahold of Liberation funds next week." The villain assures.

"Oh, thank gods." Hawks groans, snuggling back into Dabi's body heat. "I should've switched ages ago."

"Certainly took you long enough." Dabi scoffs, running a warm hand through red feathers. "Toga was ready to kidnap you some of the shit we've figured out."

"Eh, wouldn't have made as much of an impact compared to me actually defecting." Hawks shrugs. "…Thank you though…it really does mean a lot."

"Anything for you." Dabi hums before smirking and adding for no other reason than to fluster the hero. "My little mate~"

It has the desired effect of making Hawks' wings puff up as he chirps in embarrassment. "You're going to use that against me any chance you get aren't you?"

"Oh, absolutely." Dabi snickers, kissing blonde hair. "You're cute when you're flustered."

Hawks makes several more embarrassed noises, but not once tells him to stop.

The circumstances were annoying, but he finally has someone who accepts him and he plans to enjoy every second of it.

A warm hand between his wings makes them puff for a different reason now.

No matter how infuriating he might be.

[ofthecaravel]

If Walls Could Talk

The second part to a Danny Wagner/Sam Kiszka oneshot cause I'm a damn dirty liar

Part 1

Summary: Jake and Josh are convinced Sam has a secret, so they rope Danny (the secret) into their investigation.

Tags: Brotherly plotting, goofs, minor steaminess towards the end

Words: 3k

A/N: Yeahhh I decided to expand on this idea. I got the idea of Jake and Josh getting involved and being goofuses and couldn't resist. And maybe I have plans for future installments...

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Sam had been 21 for a month now, and something was horribly wrong.

“Alright, I want theories,” Josh said, throwing his bag on a chair as the door to Jake’s apartment slammed behind him and he collapsed on the couch. “Go.”

“Demonic possession,” Jake answered immediately, spinning in his computer chair to face his brother. “Ghost possession.”

“Mmm, I’m not sure,” Josh countered. “Haven’t seen his head spin yet.”

“Doesn’t mean it hasn’t.”

“So true, so true,” Josh muttered, wrinkling his nose in thought. “I was thinking cult indoctrination. We don’t know what he’s being taught at that fancy shmancy school of his. All old, prestigious universities have at least one underground society.”

“They’d be getting to him kind of late,” Jake pointed out. “If I wanted to rope someone into my cult, I’d get them when they were a freshman, not a senior.”

“A cult would explain the cheerfulness, though,” Josh argued, kicking his legs up against the wall, his curls grazing the carpet as he looked up at his twin’s upside down face. “What with the love bombing and all. He’s just so uncharacteristically…”

“Bubbly,” Jake finished for him, giving sarcastic jazz hands. “Bright and happy!”

“I’m so glad it’s not just me who noticed,” Josh said, recalling how his lunch with Sam just hours before had gone by without a single complaint about…well, anything. Usually, Sam had a list of gripes about his professors, his classmates, or his job in the chem lab that he’d go through. But this time, he had just cheerfully tucked into a big cranberry salad and babbled about the many petri dishes he was tending to for his capstone class. 

“We need to consider plain old hysteria,” Jake offered, thinking about how he had taken Sam and Danny out for brunch in the afternoon after the party and observed how the dark cloud that usually accompanied Sam’s hangovers had been noticeably absent. Now that he thought about it, Sam hadn’t seemed hungover at all. He had been practically bouncing out of the booth, giggling and bothering Danny every 3 seconds between bites of pancake. It wasn’t unusual for him to bug Danny, but it had been a little much even for him. Jake had even asked around to see if anybody at the party remembered giving Sam any kind of upper, but he had only been more confused to hear the overwhelming majority had barely even seen Sam that night. Putting pieces together, Jake suddenly sat upright and his eyebrows shot up.

“You don’t think he has a…?” Jake trailed off, Josh picking up what he was insinuating and clumsily climbing back onto the couch so he could see Jake face to face.

“A girlfriend?” Josh whispered, and Jake couldn’t help but let out a low whistle at the possibility. He crossed his legs and arms, his foot bouncing as they quietly pondered the thought. Sam wasn’t one to keep a girlfriend for more than a month. But he had always been a little perkier when he was dating someone, so it wasn’t out of the question.

“Do you think we’d know her?” 

“No way,” Josh said, shaking his head. “Probably one of the super smart nerd babes in one of his classes. I don’t think he’d ever get together with anybody outside of school. He likes girls with brains.”

“And heart,” Jake added. “He’s actually kind of a romantic when he’s not being entirely insufferable.”

“Ew.”

“I know.”

“This is so crazy,” Josh marveled. “Do you think he knows we know?”

“No way,” Jake laughed. “He definitely thinks he’s being subtle.”

“Sam is as subtle as a groan tube.”

“Amen to that,” Jake agreed, slapping his knees and getting to his feet. “I need a beer. Want one?”

“Let’s toast to Sammy and his little girlfriend!” Josh crowed, reaching a hand out and catching the can with shocking grace when Jake tossed it from the kitchen. 

“Cheers!” Jake cheered, clinking his can loudly against Josh’s with a celebratory whoop. “You know who we should ask about this?”

“Oh yeah!” Josh hummed through a sip. “That’s a great idea.”

“If anyone would know what’s going on-”

“It’s Danny.”

~~

“Would you happen to know why Josh is spam calling me?”

Danny was laying on his bed with Sam sprawled over top of him, his cheek resting on his chest while they watched a show on his terrible, small TV. This was a new routine of theirs and it was quickly becoming one of his favorites. He selfishly wished that Sam would just stay with him in his crappy little apartment all day everyday just so Danny could devote as much time as possible to raking his fingers through his soft hair and blowing raspberries on the top of Sam’s head that made him squeal in outrage. However, it was becoming increasingly difficult to focus on the show and his gorgeous best friend in his arms when his phone on the nightstand kept ringing repeatedly, the vibrations buzzing furiously on the wood like a fly in his ear. Everytime he checked, it was Josh’s contact photo flashing on the screen.

“Beats me,” Sam mumbled against Danny’s shirt. 

“Should I pick it up? He never calls me,” Danny worried, watching his phone start rattling a new round of his ringtone. “Maybe it’s serious.”

“Nah,” Sam drawled, smacking Danny’s hand so his phone fell back on the nightstand. “If it was serious, he’d call me first. More hair playing, please and thank you.”

“That might be the first time I’ve heard you say either of those words,” Danny teased and Sam harrumphed in protest, gently smacking Danny’s face next. “Hey!”

“You’re being a bad cuddler,” Sam whined, nuzzling his cheek more against Danny’s chest and fidgeting. Danny scoffed and smoothed Sam’s hair back, still hopelessly endeared by him even when he was being annoying.

“Then you can go find somebody else to lay on,” Danny leaned in and whispered in Sam’s ear, suddenly shifting and flipping onto his side, sending a screaming Sam flailing off of the bed and onto the floor while Danny scooped up his phone and answered it.

“Hi, Josh,” Danny answered cheerfully while Sam hurled obscenities from the floor. Danny peeked over the edge of the bed, sticking his tongue out when Sam threw him the middle finger with both hands. “What’s up?”

“Finally!” Josh sighed, his voice so loud that Danny had to hold the phone away from his ear. “I thought you were never going to pick up.”

“You couldn’t just text me?”

“Absolutely not,” Josh replied as if it was the most ridiculous suggestion he had ever heard. “This is a matter of the highest security and discretion.”

“Do tell,” Danny said casually while Sam, still on the ground, reached up, grabbed the pillow out from under Danny’s head, and half heartedly tried to smother him with it. “You have my full attention.”

“Jake’s here too, say hi Jake,” Josh said, and after a moment of rustling, Jake’s voice piped up. “Hi, Dan.”

“Hi, guys,” Danny replied, curiosity creeping into his tone. “Care to explain what’s going on?”

“We have a conspiracy theory,” Josh whispered into the phone, and he heard Jake making ghostly noises in the background. “And we need your help investigating it.”

“Okay?”

“You’re not with Sam right now, are you?”

Danny looked down at Sam on the floor, who had put the pillow under his own head and was scowling up at Danny, flipping him the middle finger yet again.

“Nope,” Danny answered, giving Sam a kissy face and flopping back onto the bed. “Why?”

“Do you know what he’s up to right now?”

“Uh,” Danny paused. “I think he just said he was busy today. Again, why?”

“Interesting,” Josh hummed. “Has he been vague about his whereabouts with you, too?”

“Sort of,” Danny stammered, rolling over and throwing Sam a concerned look, who gave him a questioning look back. “He’s been busy, that’s all I know. I mean, it’s the end of the semester so that’s not too shocking.”

“We think he might be seeing someone,” Josh proposed amusedly and Danny’s heart started racing anxiously. He sat straight up and did his best to make a shocked noise. 

“You think?” Danny squeaked. Sam sat up and gave him another confused look.

“For sure,” Jake answered, taking the phone from Josh. “Haven’t you noticed he’s been super weird lately? He’s been so cheery and downright merry. He’s usually miserable this time of year.”

“I guess he has been a little more upbeat lately,” Danny agreed, feeling a little warmth in his stomach. Did he really do that to Sam? Did he make him so happy that everyone around them could see it?

“But he hasn’t said anything about a girlfriend to you?” Josh asked.

“Nope,” Danny answered truthfully. 

“Wow. I’m shocked he wouldn’t even tell you. He tells you everything.”

Sam was starting to get impatient and got up and scrambled onto the bed again, straddling Danny and making a move to grab the phone. 

“No!” Danny whispered, palming Sam’s face and holding him back while Sam struggled, whispering obscenities and swinging his arms. “Give me a second!”

“Are you talking about me?” Sam asked, his voice barely audible, both of them still respecting the rules of being on the phone even though both sides had gone silent. 

“Just be patient!” Danny hissed, pushing square against Sam’s chest and pinning him to the bed with one hand while he cradled the phone in the crook of his shoulder and brought it to his ear. “Sorry, Josh, what?”

“Ooh, do you have a guueesst over?” Josh whistled, no doubt wiggling his eyebrows while he said it. Jake wolf whistled in the background and Danny groaned.

“Shut up, you guys,” he complained. “Stay focused. What do you want me to do?”

“We just want you to poke around,” Josh explained as Danny tried to keep Sam quiet, who was still wiggling and grinning wickedly in Danny’s firm grip. “Ask him if he’s been hanging out with anybody.”

“Try and hang out with him as much as you can,” Jake added. “We’re trying to get a name out of this. We want socials we can stalk.”

“Wouldn’t you rather wait for him to bring it up?” Danny countered, making a “ssh!” face as Sam giggled under him. “Maybe there’s a reason he hasn’t said anything.”

“No, we’d rather be nosy,” Josh said in a deadpan, and Danny heard Jake cackle in the background. “He clearly likes her enough to not mention her to us.”

“And that’s so much worse,” Jake continued. “So, are you up for it?”

“I suppose I could do some sleuthing,” Danny smiled, starting to become increasingly distracted by the color flushing in Sam’s face as Danny held him down. “I’ll get back to you with what I know as soon as I can, okay?”

“You’re a peach, Wagner,” Josh grinned through the receiver. “We knew we could count on you.”

“Give him hell, Swaggy!” Jake crowed, and Danny laughed.

“Love you guys, talk to you later!” Danny chirped hurriedly, cutting off Josh’s loud kissing noises by hanging up and tossing his phone onto the nightstand. 

“What did those hippies want?” Sam asked, running his fingers through Danny’s curls as Danny hovered over him, propping himself up on an elbow with a hand still firmly on Sam’s diaphragm. 

“They’re pretty sure you have a girlfriend,” Danny said, and Sam let out a harsh laugh, shaking his head.

“God, they’re the worst,” Sam laughed, rolling his eyes. “I can’t keep anything from them. They’re going to be poking their noses in my business until I’m 102.”

“And they want me to find out who she is,” Danny went on.

“Oh, man…” Sam sighed. 

“Is there any particular reason you haven’t told them yet?” Danny prodded, his thumb swiping soothingly, wrinkling the thin fabric of Sam’s shirt. “They think it’s some kind of a big deal.”

 Sam hesitated, watching the movement of Danny’s hand on his chest before covering it with his own.

“My brothers think everything is a big deal,” Sam muttered. “I don’t know. I mean, they’re going to be jazzed about it, they love you. I just…I don’t know.”

“No, I get it,” Danny replied, his stomach sinking a little bit. He knew Sam wasn’t embarrassed of him or anything, but…

“I’ll tell them soon,” Sam promised, flashing the doe eyes he knew made Danny melt. Danny’s face immediately softened and the jackrabbit panic in Sam’s chest calmed a little at the sight. “I swear. I know it’s important to you.”

“You’re pretty sweet sometimes, you know that?” Danny grinned, dipping his head to plant a kiss on Sam’s cheek, who chuckled at the contact. “Could be fun to play along for a little bit, too.”

“Yeah?” Sam asked, nuzzling his nose against Danny’s. “You wanna do a big, dramatic reveal?”

“It’s probably the last thing they expect,” Danny pointed out, pausing to peck Sam lightly on the mouth, who chased after his lips with a frown when he pulled back just as quickly as he had struck. “Imagine the looks on their faces when I tell them I’ve done all this investigative work just to find out that Sam’s super secret girlfriend is none other than…wait for it…”

“Oh, let me guess!” Sam mocked in Josh’s parroting voice, arching an eyebrow and pretending to think deeply. “The Queen of England?”

“No, no, she’s too good for you!” Danny growled in Jake’s beloved yet atrocious fake British accent. “It’s gotta be…the lady giraffe at the zoo!”

“She’s a little short for my taste,” Sam teased, holding Danny’s hair up over his head and waving it as if caught in a wind. “I like ‘em tall.”

“How tall do you think I am?” Danny scoffed, straightening his arms so he was planking over Sam, his hair falling in a dark curtain that made the rest of the room fall away so the only thing he could see was Sam. And he certainly didn’t mind the view, especially when it was looking up at him with a light in his eyes that seemed to shine only for him.

“Not tall enough,” Sam smiled cheekily and Danny raised an eyebrow at him.

“Whatever.” Danny lowered himself again so that he was draped over Sam, the tips of their noses touching again. “I’m still your super secret special girlfriend.”

“You’re my super secret special dumbass,” Sam assured him with puckered lips, jutting his chin out in a lazy attempt to steal a kiss. “Come here.”

“I want to hear you say it,” Danny breathed, stopping Sam’s lips with his pointer finger, gingerly pressing the tip of his finger against the soft, pink flesh before tapping his nose. “And then I’ll think about it.”

“To be fair,” Sam retorted, biting at Danny’s finger when he pulled it back. “You never officially asked me.”

“I didn’t realize you were expecting a whole big thing.”

“I was expecting bread and circus. Doves and rose petals.”

“I confessed to you under the stars on your birthday, what more do you want from me? Sheesh. Picky, picky.”

“You’re the worst boyfriend I’ve ever had,” Sam declared. 

“I’ll take it!” Danny beamed, colliding the grin that was breaking out over his face into Sam, who accepted it with his own smile. Sam then drowned him in a long kiss, holding him close with his hands tangled comfortably in his curls and his legs slotted between Danny’s in a way that he had started to make a habit. 

In fact, since their night on the roof, Sam had found it extremely difficult to keep his hands off of his best friend. He had been into Danny for what felt like forever, so now that he had his chance to have him all to himself, he was doing everything in his power not to waste it. His brother’s suspicions made sense when he put into perspective just how often he had begun to ignore their texts or offers to hang out in favor of beelining to Danny’s apartment after school or work and staying for as long as he could before his next class. But how could he not? Danny was all over him too. A kiss on the roof had led to a locked door, shirts on the floor, and a few days recycling the same turtleneck until the marks that had bloomed under Danny’s teeth had faded. Not much had changed in that regard, except that now Danny had the restraint and wherewithal to leave bruises where they couldn’t be seen by curious coworkers or ridiculously nosy brothers. 

“Okay, fine,” Sam whined as Danny worked his shirt over his head and left a barrage of light kisses against the achingly sensitive skin on his neck. “Maybe you’re not the worst boyfriend in the world.”

“Gee, thanks,” Danny murmured against his skin, his tongue darting out and making Sam hum as he cradled Danny’s head against him. “Good to know I just need to get you worked up a little bit to be nicer to me.”

“Take me all the way and I’ll be more than nice,” Sam purred, flattening his hands against Danny’s back under his shirt and raking his nails down, making Danny groan into his neck.

“Kinda slutty of you,” Daniel chuckled, coming back up for air and gazing down at Sam with pink cheeks and the freckles on his nose so close that Sam was tempted to nip each and every one. 

“You love that about me,” Sam teased, smoothing his palms over Danny’s lower back and hips as he watched his eyelids flutter and the warm hazel of his eyes get swallowed up by his pupils.

“You have no idea,” Danny groaned lowly, descending on Sam hungrily.

If he was being tasked with keeping an eye on him, he figured he might as well make it both worth their while. 

~~

Taglist:  @s0livagant  @holdingup-fallingsky @t00turnttrauma @the-starcatcher @streamsofstardust @spark-my-nature @joshkiszkashusband

[meadowlarkx]

Explore my bookshelf!

Tagged by @searchingforserendipity25 @jouissants and @swanmaids! Thank you so much 💕💕

An estimate of how many physical books I own: I really have no idea especially because they're not all in one place right now. Maybe 200-300? Hmm. A lot (to me)

Favorite author: Tolkien right now? Ursula Le Guin? I really like Sarah Waters and as a wee lass I really adored Patrick Rothfuss. Umm. I realize I usually tend to pick stuff to read from individual authors based on their premise instead of going through an author's repertoire. Sorry, authors. But it's genuinely hard for me to pick a favorite since they all strike different notes! Fandom writers I've known past and present also loom large here for me.

A popular book I've never read and never intend to read: Hmm maybe The Locked Tomb? The vibes just seem too ironic for me. But I might still read it sometime, it just hasn't grabbed me yet. Probably also Discworld. Sorry to everyone.

A popular book I thought was just meh: The Song of Achilles... Whoops. Anyway, I found some aspects of the writing style lovely, but as a story and a retelling it majorly fell flat for me.

Longest book I own: Les Misérables probably, or one of the big compiled editions of Shakespeare or Austen

Longest series I own all the books to: Hmm, I think A Song of Ice and Fire from my fan days in high school—but kinda by accident (I'd already read the last books on ebook when I was gifted them). Still surprises me to think I do actually own all of those tomes in hard copy

Prettiest book I own: Mariana and the Merchild... yes it's a children's picture book. And you've almost certainly heard me bring it up sometime. Lesbian-coded child-rearing of my heart. Look at the pictures!

A book or series I wish more people knew about: As Meat Loves Salt by Maria McCann—imagine a fictional microhistory that's also a darkly painted yet tender and gripping gay romance that's also about utopian experiments and the English Civil War. When Fox is a Thousand by Larissa Lai—this book is a dream, a messy and confusing dream, but I recommend it to everyone ever! Chinese folklore and mythology, queer and sapphic-ness, through time and space from ancient China to modern-day immigrant communities in Canada—so touching and really beautiful. Many moments from this one still stick in my brain.

Series: The Bartimaeus Trilogy by Jonathan Stroud—OK, it's been a while since I read this in full, and I just said I don't always like irony and these books are crammed full of silly little jokes and targeted towards a younger audience, BUT just thinking about them makes me tear up with emotion. Ages-old wry shapeshifting djinni, snotty-kid-becomes-politician, and hardened girl from the underclass navigate an alternate magical-spirits-powered British imperialism. It's queer and incisive TO ME.

Nonfiction: A Biography of No Place by Kate Brown, about borderland villages in Soviet Ukraine and the drastic changes in structures/social organization and identities that occurred from 1920-1950. Poorly said but I just think the perspective this book takes is unique and insightful and empathic and everyone should read it.

Book I'm reading now: The Bandit Queens and Lays of Beleriand. In theory I'm reading them hell yeahhh

Book that's been on my TBR list for a while but I still haven't got around to it: Invisible Cities by Italo Calvino and The Goblin Emperor by Katherine Addison. I checked both of these out to read over the summer and renewed them like 3 times and did I read them... no I did not. Also a bunch more are on the TBR but you know how it is

Do you have any books in a language other than English: La Reine Margot in French is the one I tried seriously to read in recent times, but I have some others in French and Spanish, mostly from high school. 1 in Czech (a copy of With Fire and Sword I have from @sparklingdali for the pictures ❤️). Polish With Fire and Sword & The Deluge pdfs & a couple of physical books ambitiously in Polish, emphasis on the ambition part.

Paperback, hardcover, or ebook? Ideally I check out whatever version the library has. I prefer physical copies and I guess paperbacks, but I'll do ebooks if I have to! At this point I try to only actually buy (hopefully secondhand) books I think I'm really going to want to keep, because I already have too many to move with

Tagging @themelodyofsilence @nibi-nix @tuulikki @sparklingdali @bachaboska if you'd like to do this, and anyone else who hasn't done it yet!

[hauntingblue]

Hiyori is the most effective person to complete their kill so far

[chocmarss]

20 Questions for Writers

Thanks for the tag @silverxsakura! ✨

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

224 with art fics, 222 without art

2. What's your total AO3 word count?

1,519,640

3. What fandoms do you write for?

Other than Star Wars, I’ve written for Voltron, Miraculous Ladybug, Percy Jackson and the Olympians, Marvel, Big Hero 6, The Wayhaven Chronicles, Maze Runner

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

Five times Adrien resisted and that one time he couldn't

Green Cat

the enormity of my desire disgusts me

i implore you (it’s time to come back)

justice under my nose

5. Do you respond to comments?

I try to! And it usually takes me a while before I do, so I’m sorry about that

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

This one

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

Most of my fics have happy endings, I’ll be honest

8. Do you get hate on fics?

I’ve had a few unsavoury comments yeah lmao

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

Any kinds that give me inspiration!

10. Do you write crossovers?

[Yodels in Rise of the Brave Tangled Dragons I wrote 10 years ago]

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Yeahhh back when I was using Quotev and ff.net lmao, that sucked. I immediately packed and ran over to AO3.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

I think so? I think there was one but I don’t remember which one.

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

Yep!

14. What’s your all time favorite ship?

Babes, I am the epitome of multishipper, I have many. The true babes would know just how extensive

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

I swear to finish some of my current WIPs bros

16. What are your writing strengths?

I was told people liked how I got the characterisations of the characters right! And how I can write the flow of the fics pretty smoothly

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

Some of the grammar side, and if I don’t beta it x10, there’ll be a lot of mistakes

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?

It’s pretty cool!

19. First fandom you wrote for?

Percy Jackson and the Olympians

20. Favorite fic you’ve written?

I honestly don’t know

No pressure tags: @mithrandirl @fickleminder @melting-houses-of-gold and anyone else who wants to join!

(Questions below)

20 Questions for Writers

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

2. What's your total AO3 word count?

3. What fandoms do you write for?

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

5. Do you respond to comments?

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

8. Do you get hate on fics?

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

10. Do you write crossovers?

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

14. What’s your all time favorite ship?

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

16. What are your writing strengths?

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?

19. First fandom you wrote for?

20. Favorite fic you’ve written?

[bonesandthebees]

Rose time! I realised I didn’t look at the tag… WHAT DO YOU MEAN EXECUTION?!?! Like attempted murder was a given, but execution?! That invokes fear. Execution could be anyone (except Wilbur cuz he’s the pov character). You know what invokes more fear? Friends to enemies. Bee, what have you done to rainduo? Bee, please. Unless all three of those relationships are the same (probably crimeboys) relaxation, which would be a rollercoaster, I am very scared for Niki and Wilbur’s friendship (which fair but I’ll get to that complexity). Also, Enemies to family, but like in an unhealthy way -> of course it is, it wouldn’t be a Bee story without some unhealthy relationships. Also this one definitely is Crimeboys.

Anyway, don’t mind me getting distracted by the tags, I just always forget to read them but there’s a lot you can get out of them. (Don’t mind me looking at that dysfunctional family tag and glancing and Sandduo.) like this story is going to be spicy and I’m here for it.

For the rest of this ask I’m just going to yell about things and then I’ll get to the analysis next ask. The origins tag? Amazing! 1. Because o!Phil is such a cool character I wish we got to see more of and that’ll be very fun mixed in with dsmp!Phil. 2. Sneeg!!! 3. Phil and Sneeg origins dynamic, which is obviously going to be in the background, but still!

Also, Ranboo being on Wilbur side compared to the other side is very interesting given how you wrote him in Stars, like he was a flawed character, but he did fool both Wilbur and Tommy on multiple occasions. Which rip Rose!Tommy already, I’m sorry that kid is going to have a TIME. And probably not a good one.

And the Wilbur dynamics are off the charts, childhood best friends rainduo is *chef’s kiss* especially with the shared habits and Wilbur’s clear loyalty, but how loyal is he really? Tntduo strike the perfect, we are technically on opposite teams, but we are still friends and Quackity saying Wilbur would still have a place says a lot about their dynamic and how Quackity views Wilbur (I’ll get to that). And the Sandduo. Bee, I have WORDS about the Sandduo. There’s so many layers, I’m going to have a blast peeling them all back. Wilbur has daddy issues and it SHOWS. And Phil loves his son. He really does want the best for that boy. He may just also be slightly fucking him up in the process because this man has the emotional intelligence of a grain of salt.

Also, Techno! I hope we get to see more of him! We should with the meetings and all, but I can’t say to much about him because we’ve barely seen him. Btw, what does Keeper mean / do? I’ll look it up too, but I wanted to ask.

(I’m going to have to look up so much of the vocabulary in this, which is great because I’m learning new works, but imagining some of the clothes is hard because those tend to be the words I don’t know and I didn’t have time to look it up while reading yesterday.)

-🌲

LMAO I knew the execution tag would get people. it's been very funny to see everyones reactions to it so far. can't wait for it to actually come into play :) also it's really funny to see everyone try to guess which pairings fit up with which tags. also I don't want to give too much away but, like, I'll give you the obvious one that yeah enemies to family but in an unhealthy way is crimeboys. we all knew that one was coming lmao

YEAHHH o!phil my beloved! I mean we actually did see a bit of o!phil in stars. stars!phil was a mix of dsmp, origins, and smp earth phil for sure, but the o!phil influence is definitely going to be a lot more obvious in rose. also I think I said this in one of the other asks I just answered, but besides o!phil the main reason I wanted to throw the osmp tag on there was because I just really want to have sneeg in a fic lol. I love o!phil and o!sneeg's dynamic so much so I'm so excited I get to include it in this.

lol yeah ranboo's definitely not going to have as big of a role in rose as they did in stars, but it'll be interesting to have him on wilbur's side this time around. or rather, I guess it's more fitting to say they're on phil's side. wilbur just reaps the benefits of finding out everything ranboo knows because they tell sneeg and sneeg tells phil and phil tells wilbur. little game of telephone going on here.

so glad you're enjoying the wilbur dynamics so far because I'm having so much fun with them :D childhood best friends rainduo means so much to me. they share so much of themselves with each other. so many shared habits, secrets, promises, memories—I'm so excited to dig into that friendship and let the stress of their situation press down on the seams :)

tntduo too there's so much going on there. they're friends but also they've always technically been on opposing sides. they have a lot of mutual respect for each other. they're also childhood friends but it was always niki and wilbur vs quackity. it's a lot going on

YEAHHH the sandduo was the bit i was most excited for you to see. there are so many layers to them. oh my GOD wilbur's daddy issues are off the charts in this, and it's not even like phil's a bad dad. i mean, the lessons he's already instilled into his son's head are definitely questionable, but he loves his kid a lot! he wants him to succeed. he wants him to continue his legacy. he wants to make sure wilbur learns all the lessons phil himself had to learn the hard way. but also, he has no emotional intelligence whatsoever. surely this will have no long lasting impacts on wilbur's psyche.

we'll get more of techno I promise! he's not going to be a main character but he'll be very present! the 'keeper' is meant to be a 'keeper of knowledge' (I haven't officially decided on the full job title but it's something like that). essentially, he's the palace librarian/archivist. he manages important documents and records and also oversees the library, and was also charged with being wilbur and niki's tutor as they were growing up.

yeah I'm so sorry about the clothes I'm trying my best to describe them but a lot of them you're just gonna have to google because I can't describe them all very well and sometimes I just gotta use the lesser known official term for them. if there's ever any outfit/item of clothing I mention in the text that you don't know, feel free to shoot me an ask about it and I'll find a reference pic for you!!

[ogerpon]

Rules: Shuffle your 'on repeat' playlist and post the first ten tracks, then tag ten people.

Tagged by @catboyclarity THANK YOU i will always talk about music. Commentary and lyrics included because I am once again incredibly normal about music.

1.) Sleep by Slowdive - "When I see you drowning / I'll dream, dream away from you"

So apparently the version I have on my spotify is like, a reupload by a completely random user under a different name and I did not realize this was a Slowdive song until right this second. Interesting! Did not know that was allowed!

2.) Enchanting Ghost by Sufjan Stevens - "And if it pleases you to leave me, just go / Stopping you would stifle your enchanting ghost"

YEAHHH ENCHANTING GHOST!!! I was really obsessed with the All Delighted People EP a few weeks ago so I'm not surprised it's got some representation in my on repeat playlist.

3.) Two Lips - Choir Boy - "I don’t need a place to go when I give up the ghost / Tulips of the spring should grow"

Passive With Desire is a great album all around, no comments.

4.) Child I Will Hurt You - Crystal Castles - "Mercy, we abstain"

I used to be really into this album in 2013??ish. But somehow I missed this song back then, and wasn't until recently I came around to it.

5.) Big in Japan - Alphaville - "I had no illusions that I'd ever find a glimpse of / Summer's heatwave in your eyes"

This is fully because I went on a road trip with my friends and someone put this on the playlist and it was stuck in my head so I started looping it while cooking dinner one night. But really catchy song.

6.) Canine Teeth - Orchid Mantis & Fog Lake - "Tell me, what's the price of a broken dream?"

Crazy story about this one, the owner of a local record shop helped produce this album and we were totally geeking out about it together because I love both Fog Lake and Orchid Mantis.

7.) Archie, Marry Me - Alvvays - "You've expressed explicitly your contempt for matrimony"

SONG OF THE SUMMER‼️I looped this one for a good long time because it's just a satisfying listen. Those introductory lyrics are as smooth as butter.

8.) All Delighted People (Original Version) - Sufjan Stevens - "I’m not easily confused / The trouble with the storm inside us grew / But I had so much to give / In spite of all the terror and abuse"

I just KNEW something from this EP would make an appearance here again. This song is like a smaller version of Impossible Soul to me. I love the reuse of the melody from Sound of Silence, and the reinterpretation of the lyrics to be about a turbulent relationship.

9.) Leave Me Be - Choir Boy - "When we both can see / Divergence warrants no hostility"

I am once again repeating that Passive With Desire is a great album and this is my favorite song from it. It's EXTREMELY catchy you have been warned.

10.) Happy 13 - Flotation Toy Warning - "Guess we can't really choose exactly where we land / But how fast you were bound is in your own hands"

Oh man, I discovered Bluffer's Guide To The Flight Deck probably less than 48 hours ago and I'm already concerned its on my repeat. Really fun, niche album with fantastic album art (we love you seabirds).

I don't tag people usually, but if you would like to do this then please feel free to tag me back! If anyone wants more music thoughts I recently made a Rate Your Music account and there's a few things like this up there.

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Heyoo, saw your tags about Donna Haraway - as someone who had to read a couple of texts by her for uni (the cyborg manifesto & the promises of monsters, maybe fragments of other texts but it's been a few years so i don't remember LOL), I can't assure whether it was her in specific who laid out the nature:manmade dichotomy or if there's any other more notorious precursors for it BUT In My Opinion she's the author who structured it in the best way & probably the one who bring it into the wider philo discussion spectrum

YEAhhh I'm there with you! I led a discussion on promises of monsters earlier this semester & it was really something, I definitely want to read cyborg manifesto when I have the time 😵‍💫 I do think haraway's writing on it is really really good I just have this affliction where any time I read theory it all dissolves into one big thought soup in my brain which makes it very difficult to recommend readings to people if any time at all has passed since I last read it.

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@citizensofeggton cont.

"Pft, 'general'? That seems like a tall title for somebody shorter than one of these." Lifting a trunk of an arm where a series of three of the Kong kids hung- one over handed, one underhanded, and the other by the legs, looking more like a family of opossums than apes. A burst of flexes via his bicep cause the tag-alongs to squeeze their perch tighter and laugh while also engaging in the age-old activity of trying to make each other fall off via tickle attacks. "I never said it made me special." The Kong prince shrugs, also illiciting a chorus of chitters from the tailed Konglings on his shoulders. "Just one of those 'is what it is' so might as well take the rizz sorta things."

After one last dab to the sniffling kid's face, DK tucks the end of his tie into a grubby little hand and lightly loops it once around the conjoined wrist. There...a child leash. With a nod to signal they were all set to get back on the path towards the ice cream kart he figured would be at the beach at this point of the day with the sun high and demanding some way of cooling off, he begins to pad forward again towards the end of the dock where saw grass and sand swallowed up wooden planks and a path of Kong prints made a trail through the dunes.

Curious about the ape comment, he raised a brow at her assertion. "So you're saying...your kingdom's got Kongs? Dunno how far away you are, but that's kinda weird. The Jungle Kingdom's the only place as far as I know that we call home. Well...maybe after that big mess with the fruit tribes." Though his tone was pondering, he couldn't help the bitter taste forming in his mouth, though spitting to the side helps. Almost as if on cue, several of the Konglings copied him and eagerly spat into the sand. A good role model, for sure.

The kid he'd tethered continued to walk along, seemingly content to have something to hold onto - even if it wasn't a fluffy tail. They still stole a look over at their short and fuzzy chaperone, though flinched when she made mention of how tough they were even though they'd snotted up a bit back there, though not really from a scuff or a scrape, but moreso the feeling like they'd gotten in trouble for continuing to chase it. The reassurance is enough to earn a shy smile complete with a missing front tooth. "Yeahhh, I'm ganna be tUFF!" Leashed or not, the kid proceeds with a puffed chest.

"Uhh, keep the toughness down a level, champ. We all needa keep up here." DK grumbles, though he's partially glad the kid's got time to dry his face off now in the sun and perk up before he has to return the lot. The less explaining he has to do, the better-

As his paws enter the sand, the kids can't help but want to pound around in the loose earth, leaping off and racing around with renewed energy. That plus the sand's pretty hot and they're quick to keep their knuckles from cooking too much. DK pauses at the threshold between wood and sand to regard the dock trail behind them. "Eh...I guess railing wouldn't be that bad of a project. I could probably put up a few one morning before it gets hot." It wasn't like he was a stranger to carpentry either, given the tree house he'd made in his youth, shaky - unstable junk of a shack that it was.

The ice cream kart up ahead was just that - a rather large go kart parked on the sands with a trailer attached. Pictures of vibrant, sea-salt popsicles lined the side. As it slowly came into view, DK watched the onslaught of Konglings line up for a race to the finish line of frozen treats. "You know, I'm not against judging someone entirely based off their favorite ice cream flavor." Of course he isn't.

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Oh when you mention games galaxy and dark stuff, it reminds me I honestly don’t know much about Myst. I imagine his stories probably need something stronger than a content warning. Evil x2.

Anyways I’m new to the Mantauri pairing! But what kind of interactions ensue between an unredeemed Mandarin with revived Antauri in your aus? :o I’m not sure if Saw keeps Mandarin too busy to raise hell though.

Hoo boy Myst. I'm going all of this under a read more because yeahh, Myst especially brings up dark, lots of warning tags stuff. Games galaxy in general can bring those tags up really but Myst a big part of that.

So, warnings for mentions of abuse, non con/one sided relationships under the read more.

Yeahhh, Myst can be tough to talk about as Myst's whole thing with those flowers of his is a whole put victims (generally players that have fallen into debts ) into a trance where they are easily suggestible to any orders. Yes, even the darker ones. It's pretty much what his own powerbase and points are gained from.

Myst himself is fairly calm most of the time, especially when in the middle of his lair territory, surrounded by his flowers and guards. A good punch would bring him down easily but acts like he's in control because most of the time he is.

Strong mental image of Myst taking a entranced Sprx by the chin.

As for one sided ( i'm assuming you meant one sided? if not let me know ) Mantauri in the vein of unredeemed Mandarin and revived Antauri, assuming this is the version of Mandarin that killed Saw and became a game master himself, it's very much about having control situation. Not to the point of some sort of reprogramming. He still wants Antauri as himself.

But very much not above decorating what is "his". Collar, rings around the tail, stuff like that.

Still will pull Antauri close often even though Antauri clearly wants nothing to do with being any where near him.

It's just dark all around when it comes to games galaxy and one sided Mandarin/Antauri.