#fo: hawks

[kawaiisimp]

The amount of smutty disgusting brain rot I have rn for a fuck ton of characters is alarming. Like my brain is in over drive rn. I lowkey wanna write them out, but idk man some of them are pretty rough. I wanna chew off my arm bc of my brain rn. I'm trying to do study for finals, but no! My brain keeps thinking of fictional men doing abhorrent and ungodly things to me.

[assortedvillainvault]

I'd like to ask back, but I forget who your f/os are

Lol that's fair, a good chunck of my 'will write' list are actually my F/O's but I realise I didn't put any indication as to who was who. I don't think I had the confidence to actually announce that when I started this blog.

Anyhoo I'm in a mood for scales, so I hereby select Repton and Sir Pentious for the games! Oh God this got long

Repton:

R - Rainbow - what colors do you associate with them and why?

It's always deep olive greens and harsh dusty yellows for Repton, his colour scheme is pretty consistent and pretty much matches his territory. I find it very soothing almost? Like watching a savanna landscape, which is technically where he lives so, win.

E - Emotion - is your f/o open with their feelings or do they keep them close to their chest?

If it ain't rage or exasperation then he ain't showing it. He absolutely feels a wider range but frustration at his limitations rules his judgement 99% of the time, which is a work in progress. Makes those rare time's he is openly happy that much more delightful!

P - Pets - do they have a pet? if so, what kind and what is/would be its name? would you have a pet together?

Canonly, no, but I've always figured the wastelands around his terra would hold some kind of cool monster that he would take delight in taming, so in my head he has pet dragons. Not big ones, but if Gwythents were more bat like that'd be ideal. Atmos is criminally underdeveloped ok I can make up animals if I WANT

T - Teach - what skills of theirs would they teach you? what would you teach them?

I have an aversion to motorsports but you literally cannot get around atmos without a sickass flying motorbike, so I would def be accepting dirk-biking lessons from the guy with the coolest ride around.

As for what I'd teach him... I'm honestly not sure what I have to offer that he would find interesting or useful, but I can offer lots of geology/geography knowledge that would probably be handy for raids and crystal formations? Alternatively how to speak nicely to his siblings

O - Online - what is your f/o’s social media presence like, or what would it be like if they had internet in their world/era?

'Officially' he wouldn't partake, seeing the dumb shit his brothers watch online would drive him insane. Unofficially however, he would totally stalk his enemies facebook posts just to plan an opportune ambush.

N - Nostalgia - what’s your f/o’s favorite memory?

Canonically, probably the day he defeated the Interceptors. That was a serious victory that shook the Sky Knights and their teams across Atmos, and he relished in the leverage it gave him.

Sir Pentious:

S - Story - if you and them were in a fairytale, which story would you be and who would play which character?

Oh a reverse fairytale for sure, a runaway noble of some descript get's kidnapped by maniacal (artificer I guess in this case?) for ransom, only to find they're both terrible and have much more fun encouraging his shenanigans.

I - Image - show us a picture of them that gives you a lot of feelings. if they aren’t a visual character, describe your mental image of them!

Oh see GIF above, this man is SO happy to be gatecrashing even when his shit is already wrecked, my mans THEATRICAL and loves his job.

R - Rainbow - what colors do you associate with them and why?

Black, Yellow and Fusia. Pretty self explanatory - the high contrast is gorgeous and luxurious in his design and yet attention seeking like a particularly villainous traffic cone.

P - Pets - do they have a pet? if so, what kind and what is/would be its name? would you have a pet together?

Do the Eggs Count Idk if you can have snake pets in hell but he is absolutely the type to have boa contractors and cobras draped all over his ship. I'm more than happy with this.

E - Emotion - is your f/o open with their feelings or do they keep them close to their chest?

Sweetheart this mans emotions are broadcast to the fucking moon. Everyone in hell knows how he's feeling at any given moment and he hates it, but he doesn't have the restraint to keep a lid on them when things don't go his way.

N - Nostalgia - what’s your f/o’s favorite memory?

Extrapolating from the crumbs of the single pilot we have, probably the birth of his son. He seems the type to have Gomez Addam'sed the shit out of his family, and I don't doubt he cried more than the mother and baby combined.

T - Teach - what skills of theirs would they teach you? what would you teach them?

I'm signing up for lessons in firing lazer beams and rockets and you cannot stop me. I would probably teach him what modern slang and style suits him becuase the secondhand embarrasment I recieve watching this 19th century supervillain attempt to integrate into modern culture is nigh lethal.

I - Image - see above.

O - Online - what is your f/o’s social media presence like, or what would it be like if they had internet in their world/era?

It's cringeworthy and mortifying for want of better words. I wish he would stop chasing the overlords accounts and getting into screaming matches in the comment sections. At least the latter results in him blowing up someones house occasionally, but it hurts to see him ruin his own reputation which he cherishes so much. Less of more here, really.

U - Uplift - how do they help you when you’re stressed or sad and vice versa?

When I'm sad it's cuddle time. He's fantastic at it, and his scales are much softer than they look. It's weird to feel his eyes blinking, but the pressure and attention feel wonderful after a bad day.

When he's sad or frustrated - I'll admit that I'm not the best at feelings things and would much rather offer practical solutions, he appreciates a second pair of eyes and opinions on his projects. I can compliment his engineering no end and belittle the bastards that made him feel workthless forever, so if I bitch whle we work it's a win-win.

S - Story - see above.

Thanks so much for asking!

[norasilenthunter]

new wife <3

[birds-of-a-fallout]

9: What would case your OC to chose to do something petty/pointlessly cruel?

Gray: GRAY IS JUST A PETTY PERSON LOL. His mom raised him with the ideas of karma and he really took it to heart. Coupled with his own tendency to take things VERY personally, it really depends on what is done to him. It doesn't really take a lot for him to be petty tho, if you even like step on his toes, unless you apologize, he's throwing a fucking cactus at you. His pettiness is definitely what fueled his want to kill Benny so badly lol.

[filmtalia]

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[fatesundress]

⭑ life of the party. tom riddle x reader

summary. when one game is ruined, another begins.

tags. explicitly fem afab reader, smut with as minimal plot as i can physically allow myself, minors SCRAMMM, loosely implied hogwarts university au as always, flirting via mutually assured jealousy, impeccable communication skills, established relationship, the guy the reader is talking to gets annoyed she doesn’t want him but he doesn’t do anything, religious undertones that might have accidentally become overtones, party setting (background drinking & general degeneracy), probably the meanest tom i’ll ever write and i still tried making him nice because lots of heavy jealousy tropes are misogynistic icks fo me, fingering, piv, a little degradation but that's life, fawwwk the weeknd but the song this is based on is so sexy, etc

note. Me writing this: nightguard: ON, religious themes: RIFE, shame: ABOUNDING. i am so embarrassed by this. have i mentioned smut doesn’t come naturally to me? i don’t even know how i got here. i’m on heelys at the proverbial skatepark and everyone else apprenticed under tony hawk. Do you understand? ok.

word count. 4.5k

request. yes!

He is what he is. Stoic, sacred, silent and then verbose. You knew he had his fixations before you knew him at all — no one made top of every class without a shadow of obsession to contrast the glint of their excellence — but you could not anticipate how that obsession might translate when applied to a person. You’re not sure he had either.

He is what he is. The muggle world taught him religion and in it he learned only the tenor of devotion. When his fingers take your jaw, trace slow at the stripes of your thighs, steady your hips from under you and hold tight, there’s reverence in it. His kisses don’t wane with the months gone by; they soften with purpose. They rouse with hunger. His eyes don’t waver. Should a good man gaze upon his altar? Should he smile like sin when he gets on his knees? 

He does.

Tom Riddle is what he is and you solemnise in equal part.

You don’t come to these things often, taken aback by the sight of the Slytherin common room in ribbons and banners tattered within the first hour of the night. Bottles glow green in the lake-light on every available surface, scattered about the place and spilled in sticky puddles. 

You’re a wallflower tonight, though not for lack of options. You observe from a comfortable distance the drunken antics of new adults, free to carry their liquor in hand rather than hidden away in pockets and pillowcases. There’s something vaguely entertaining about it, intoxicating where someone else might mind their business and actually get intoxicated, but you see no harm done. Whispers fall on your ears before the rumours make their rounds, couples slink away in the darkness where someone in the crowd might not notice, and the night’s first instance of someone hurrying up the stairs in tears comes barrelling right past you. You invent a story for why to keep yourself busy. 

It’s all just buzz.

Now, if you don’t come often, he certainly doesn’t.

Tonight, he has, and for reasons explicable but few, you’ve found yourselves on opposite sides of the room.

It began on the green couch by the window with a chess set spilled across the velvet — a bet you made with him upon arrival; you find wizard’s chess trite, Tom finds it feckless, but it makes for a good challenge. 

What else could convince a man so perpetually controlled to pour himself a drink? And you imagine, from his perspective: what else could convince a woman so determined to outwit him?

It’s for no nefarious reason — to slight him or see him stumble — but because you love the fractions of relief that colour him, soften him, temper him. It’s because he loves you in every shade, in every pliancy, in each and every fervour. But mostly it’s because you love kindly to best him, and he loves mirthfully to best you.

So you play. The game is slow and teasing, hard to see in the ripples of the lake, and toppled over in the final moves (which you’ll insist you were winning) by the same swaying body that spills its drink down the front of your dress. And so you’re up, brushing your index finger over the corner of Tom’s sudden scowl. You whisper like a joke not to kill anyone but he’s so quick to look like he might that you consider repeating yourself with more conviction.

You poke at the spot where his jaw is tense. “I’ll be right back.”

Drying liquor from lace is a matter of precision even with magic, and this is half-gelatinous like someone raided the kitchen’s supply of jelly and steeped it in something offensively alcoholic. You utilise the clearer light of the Slytherin girl’s lavatory, wetting your dress before evaporating the water from it. There’s the matter then of transforming the stained fabric back to its original colour, and you huff in the mirror at having a game you thought you didn’t care much for ruined so close to its end.

You care about Tom, though. The omphalos of your issue resides there.

(It is fair to say most of your issues reside there.)

With only minutes gone by, the common room crowd looks doubled when you return, and though you wade through you’re pushed back like debris caught in a tide, the bodies more stubborn rubble than you. So you retreat, stand flush at the wall with your arms crossed, and wait for Tom’s eyes to land on yours. To, perhaps, open your mind and let him in, tell him exhaustedly from afar that the game is at rest and you’re ready to leave.

But even he’s hard to find in the bodies unified in breath, flux like a big set of lungs —  and nothing about Tom blurs into the background.

So you wait. You wallflower. You pour yourself a drink.

The moment stretches on longer than anticipated, and after many detached observations of the room, someone else finds you instead. He’s tall, blond to Tom's inkwell black, kissed by summer sun even as autumn soothes its blister. Your gaze wavers back to him a few times though his own is uncertain for all its focus. He seems to be waiting for you to stop, perhaps for the silhouette of someone else to slip by and prove you were looking at them instead. When no one else comes, he traverses the crowd with a straightened inch of pride, stepping through new colours until he’s close enough to you that the light settles emerald-black and you can see the great chasm of his beauty up close. 

His freckles are carefully dusted, his structure strong, all squarish, rugged lines and shades of August.

The chasm is not a lack of allure, per se, it’s just a lack of him. One man’s August to your adherent’s December, the intention of his warmth, a thing that does not come to him like everything else but that he makes and makes and mends when it lapses because he does not want to see you cold. The singular reward of a rarity like that.

“Hi," you say, glancing over a broad shoulder.

“Evening," he responds. He takes you in with a look of (unappreciated) appreciation. “I don’t believe we’ve met.”

“No, we haven’t.”

He extends a hand. “Oliver Belby.”

“Pleasure.”

You don't offer much in the way of conversation. He’ll vie for your attention regardless of how much of it you offer. So you lean against the wall where the buzz of sound prickles your hair, let him talk, let his hand come up to rest beside your head, and you find Tom.

He’s right where you left him, a new clearing in the crowd making space for your eyes to meet.

His are ice even at a distance. As if you proselytise — as if you could — kneel for another man or let one kneel before you, all of your trysts together faithless.

They aren’t. He must know they aren’t.

But you put yourself here and standing at the target of his gaze has never been marred by the severity of it.

You decide then; when one game is ruined, another begins.

In truth, you can’t deny the element of theatrics in the way Tom denies everyone but you: his soft, penitent smile, the apologetic cant of his head, how his eyes can find you in any crowd and whoever is clinging onto his every word that night will follow his gaze and deflate when they discover you at the end of it. Sometimes it’s harsh. Final. He lacks the patience of pretence. 

Sometimes, the week is dull. Sometimes, the whoever is undeterred. Sometimes you’ve pushed him here. 

No — You’ve never done that before. This is new.

So it’s one of those weeks, and one of those whoevers, on an anomaly you may as well have directed the encounter yourself, and Tom is half-indulgent as he forces his eyes away and you force yours to stay. 

You watch him from across the room as the woman drapes herself across the arm of his chair. There's a furious blush on her cheeks even in the dark, a pretty disarray to her shoulder-length hair, skirts pleated over knees she faces toward him. She smiles and offers him a glass of something, and you know for certain Tom understands this game because he accepts it, eyes flicking back to you as he swirls the glass in contest. 

To that you take an inappreciable sip of your own.

“ — Which is why no one has even attempted to kill one in decades. And capturing one is another thing entirely. My mother works with the Greeks on occasion, and the nearest she came to a den was in the twenties. If she had gone any nearer I wouldn’t be here.”

“Hm?” You look back at the man in front of you. His lips glisten with having licked them between every phrase.

“The manticores,” he says, undeterred.

“Right. Five-X beasts, aren’t they?”

“That’s what I said. I heard from one of my mother’s colleagues that — ”

The woman is whispering something in Tom’s ear, her hair on his cheek. He’s looking at you as if you had said the words. You don't shy away when Oliver leans in to whisper too. It's a strange, fractured language. Too intimate while too detached. Whispers from across the room, desire from another in the place of desire for each other. But the strangeness should not surprise you anymore. This is Tom: beautiful and wicked and the one you chose.

“ — And Nundus are worse. Deadliest creature there is — ”

She’s laughing about something, the woman. Half-reserved, she’s angled toward the party despite her leaning on his shoulder and the dissipating inches of distance.

“ — They stalk in silence. Think of the size of one, right? They’re apex predators… so commanding and still they could be in front of you one instant and gone the next.”

You engage with detached interest. “Really?”

And now Oliver barricades your view, his other hand coming to rest on your other shoulder.

“Do we have any classes together?”

You blink up at him. “No.”

“No, right,” he says, eyes darting to your lips. “I’d remember you.” 

His hand comes up to cup your cheek, and you wonder if for some men one-sided discussions of class five beasts qualify as foreplay.

You place a hand on his chest, eyebrows raised and half a startled smile curled. 

“You’re not going to kiss me," you inform him.

His face falls, but with it, at least, does his hand.

“Did you hear me?"

“It’s loud,” he decides suddenly. “Can we go somewhere else?”

You’re not sure you believe that. 

You duck under an arm and search the crowd again. The woman is on the arm of the chair looking thoroughly dismayed, and for good reason —

Tom is gone. 

Your breath is caught.

“This isn’t… You’re not going to…?”

You flash Oliver with a glare. “So you did hear me.”

He makes a pathetically sad face, and you think: it’s a wonder he made it this far when his courtship evidently hinges on the subject of his affection not listening to a word out of his mouth.

“Goodnight, Oliver,” you say tersely.

“What was that for, then?” he asks, and it comes out practically whined.

“That was talking.”

“But you’re —”

“Belby.”

He is what he is. It shouldn’t surprise you when he appears beside you all fatal rage on a quiet lead, narrowly fixed to you. 

Tom’s cold is his median temperature, yes, but in moments like this it’s as much for you as his handmade warmth. He’d pluck the fingers off a boy like Oliver. The digits would string eaves like icicles.

Oliver is looking between you and Tom like something terrible has dawned on him, hands urged to his pockets to soothe the flames your unveiled ties to a man seemingly singed him with.

“Riddle — Mate, I didn’t… I didn’t know she was…”

Tom’s voice is flat, edged with something that makes his monotony sound merciful. “Pity. If only you knew as much as you talked.”

Oliver’s mouth opens and closes and opens again, but wisely he settles on silence instead of excuses, and wastes no time fleeing slowly into the crowd. 

The instant he's stolen by the wave Tom's eyes are on yours and they’re molten. You move to say something but his patience was for show — he’s dragging you by the arm out of the common room and into one of the dungeon's empty classrooms without giving you the chance.

“Tom —" You start to protest, mouth twisted in a scowl. “Tom, you're being —"

He shuts the door behind you and locks it with such delicacy your breath catches at the question of how badly he's holding himself back right now.

“I'm being what?"

“You're…" It's hard to formulate an answer when he's like this. “It was a game. Don’t pretend you weren’t playing too."

Tom inches in, chest rising with angry breaths. “A game, was it? Did he know that?"

“Did she?” you hiss.

“It certainly became apparent when she was discarded so that I might retrieve you.”

“It was as apparent to Belby, judging by the way he was left gawking.”

“And with great restraint I let him. A mercy I didn’t take his eyes so he was left without the ability.”

You roll your eyes. “Oh, now I understand; the problem wasn’t the game, it’s that I played it better than you.”

He looks at you for a long time before casting a silencing charm on the room.

Oh.

Oh — your heart barrels off somewhere. You’re without it for a moment, breathless in the wake of the implication of a spell like that.

“Tom," you say politically, “It was hardly a matter of rescuing.”

He nods imperceptibly. “No, it wasn’t.”

“So we’re in agreement.”

He hums a non-answer.

Each step he takes forward, you take back. It's a peculiar way to have a conversation, but part of the game, you suppose.

Interesting he’s still playing.

You still gasp when you inevitably hit the wall, hands going to the carved edge of a windowsill.

“You’re terrible when you win,” he whispers. His lips brush your ear.

You shudder, mouth dry as you press against his shoulder. “You’re worse when you lose.”

His mouth drags down your jaw but he refuses to kiss you, still withholding something, still holding back in some terrible, electrifying way. Instead one of his hands starts to dip down your side. You shiver as he grazes the skin of your breast, exposed by the cut of your dress, and continues down your waist. His mouth traces your bare shoulder as his tongue makes a slow pass, skin beneath leaping at his careful ministrations.

With long, slender fingers he's pulling your dress off button by button, torturously slow, and you feel mocked to have cleaned it earlier. You feel foolish to have left knowing the night would have ended like this regardless.

“Tom,” you say. His name is followed by staggered breaths. Your fingers are clutching the windowsill.

The air is thick as he watches you, flesh exposed by each undone catch. And still he will not kiss you, even as his lips trail along your collarbone and you start to tug instinctively at his belt. He makes the barest sound of disapproval and spins you to face the window, your hands urged on instinct to press against the glass.

“Tom...”

He hikes your dress up your thighs. It clings to your hips, a meagre two buttons left attached to keep it from falling.

Your wand clatters as his fingers work the clasp of your bra and his teeth skim your shoulder, leaving little bites he laves at softly with his tongue. You shudder, arching into him, searching for friction. His touch traverses the shape of you and stops feather-light between your legs.

“Tom —”

“Quiet," he admonishes, a little tut.

Your skin jumps at the caress of his fingers tracing deceptively timid up your thighs, like he hasn’t done this before, like it’s care and not punishment. His favourite oxymoron: the gentlest torture, the cruelest succour.

His index draws upon the lace of your underwear and tugs it aside with a tenderness that makes you gasp. Is there a way to press harder to the glass without breaking it? Is there ever enough to grab onto when he gets like this — so singularly focused on ruining you? 

One of your hands latches onto the arm half-disappeared in your skirts instead, clinging steadfast to the white of its sleeve, your body swaying as if at sea. He keeps you steady, but this is his crown achievement: that he is all there is that can do it when you’re so singularly focused on being ruined by him.

The sinews of his forearm work imperceptibly under your fingers as he appreciates the newly unfettered flesh, two digits sliding between your legs, and he makes a satisfied sound against your shoulder at the wetness he finds there. 

You’re swallowing air with a moan stuck in your throat; too dry, you realise, and feel like you’re choking when he starts to move, gripping his arm somehow tighter.

As a rule, you know how much he loves this, but it’s tenfold under his jealousy and you think deliriously, probably wrongly, that for how much he enjoys pushing you you enjoy pushing him to get here. You’re his and he’s yours, there’s no doubt in it — but what he can reduce you to — this desperate creature, writhing and panting, trying in vain to satiate herself with a simple finger — this is the translation; the fruition of his fixations put to a person rather than a subject. This is what it is to be his.

Tom’s mouth opens in a smile at your throat, and there it feels more like bared teeth, a smile that is as animal as it is pretty. 

And still he whispers with all the affection of a lover, your name peppered between kisses.

His fingers inch inside you and curl. You’re wedged in the perfect balance of his discrepancy; your disciple and your devil. He worships you in white. He ruins you in it too.

Now his name comes out in a babble, wet, half-drooled. A nip pinches the little space beneath your ear and you clutch impossibly harder to his wrist, your free hand squeaking down the window pane as you grind on his palm. He crooks his fingers against a spot that has you seeing stars, thumb pressed to your clit in a subtle motion, and you feel yourself tip off into an unknown he aquaints you with often. In a blurry, flickering moment, the light gleams somewhere beyond the stained hues of the window. And that should be it. The edge is at your heels and you should be falling. But the sinful press of him at your back commands you to lurch against him, and when you moan for more he pulls his fingers free.

You stumble weakly into his chest, startled.

“What… What?”

“Ask me for it,” he says, his voice hoarse, markedly wanton in spite of himself. But there is hunger and there is greed. There’s a sacrificial lamb and there’s a hunted one— there’s religion and there’s Tom. He invents something that demands greater devotion.

And the sound of leather rasping serge and metal clinking metal reels your conscience in. There are no stars. There’s just him. His belt is coming undone.

“Tom.” You swallow. “I told you —”

“And I want you to ask.” He cups your jaw in his hand, thumb tracing your lower lip. “Nicely.”

Your mouth opens for him and you shiver, pressing further back for contact he doesn’t allow. Instead another small tut is whispered at your neck, relinquished to a kiss.

His finger brushes your teeth when you speak. “I want you.”

You feel him shake his head and you all but whine.

“I want you inside, Tom — need you — please.”

“Please?” he echoes mockingly.

“Please,” you say in an uneven voice, and when your tongue grazes his thumb he eases it further into your mouth with an appeased hum.

And so his zipper comes down and you hold your breath with the weight of your dress at your hips.

He pushes inside you with minimal pause, slow still, to relish the way your little pants hitch, stop, and shudder out in a broken moan; the way your breath is guided by his rhythm, how you’re shaped by him, fitted around him. You careen forward and your palms flatten on the window, trembling at the first thrust. Your fingers quiver down the glass.

Tom pulls you into him on the second, patience abandoned. His lips chase your pulse. His grip on your jaw tightens as his thumb pops free with a string of spit. He nudges deeper at a new angle, your body forced as far as it can lean back, gasping heavenward when your head falls helplessly onto his shoulder.

It’s profane. Your ears almost dull to the sound of his hips snapping against yours, the obscenity of your skin on what he offers of his, but you waver between earth and something else, brought back to him by the torturous sight of the edge he stole you from. Always brought back to him. 

He’s gripping your jaw in one hand as he pushes deeper, and your fingers are lost for purchase on his forearms, trembling to hold onto something.

When he pulls out of you at your brink again, you practically cry out. But you understand when he spins you around again, hiking you up against the windowsill, your shoulders hitting the cool glass with a gasp you barely register in the fog of your desperation. His eyes are dilated to midnight rings. The weight of his desire is frightening. The insistence to claim you better yet.

He wastes no time before slamming into you again, pausing at the hilt to watch your eyebrows wrench together before resuming his pace. When your mouth falls open, he swallows the noise that tries to come out of it.

It doesn’t feel like a kiss. It feels like the prolusion to a bite.

His fervour is all the reminder of how you got here in the first place; the teeth, the force, the grip on your waist. There’s a rough sound he makes in your mouth that you taste more than you hear. The vibration of him is everywhere. You’re too hot and it only occurs to you because your fingers are clawing at fabric instead of skin that he’s fully dressed and your last button has finally snapped, lace pooled on the classroom floor as he fucks you. The thought is consigned to oblivion as quickly as it came. It doesn't matter.

You're clutching at his shoulders, the nape of his neck — trying to kiss him back, but you feel torn in two by the intensity of his ministrations, a low, immolating pressure building in your abdomen. He’s proving something with you, and his is a relentless, unending appetite. You don't really stand a chance. You think you've known that from the start.

Tom is all-consuming. Tom is a force of nature, a whirlwind that sweeps over you. He leaves you breathless and somehow needing more as he wraps his hand around the small of your back and seizes you in place.

Still you find yourself wanting to be held tighter.

“T-Tom —" you sob through the kiss but he doesn't give you enough air to do it. He pushes harder, a rasp at the back of his throat, some carnal thing. He’s not withholding your release now; he’s spurring you towards it.

When he withdraws his lips from yours, his brows are furrowed in concentration. There’s a fine lustre of sweat on his forehead, stray curls pulled across dark, wicked eyes. The sight of him alone is condemnable, but it isn’t for you.

He likes to watch you like this. When your moans dissolve to the torn syllable of his name, again and again. The veneration. Your choked litanies.

You give them to him.

Sleeves drawn up by your body’s baser instinct for skin, you’ve carved a canvas of praise into his arms, marked up to his elbows where your fingers had jerked upward to rake at his back. This time, when you find the cliffside, nothing stops you from teetering off its edge. Flames dance across your skin in an explosion, your collar damp and bitten, your waist in Tom’s vice-like grip. One hard thrust and you’re falling.

The stars are blinding. You decide then they were made by him.

Your head lulls back as shocks of pleasure course through your body, the coil snapped, the hard shape of him inside you demanding impossibly for more. You stumble through the light, vision blurred, praying and praying and praying. His grip comes to find your jaw again.

You keen, addled through the ecstasy, barely conscious of the way his panted breaths hitch at the sight of you in his hands, soft-eyed and puddy.

He always comes apart soon after you, but it happens rarely that your body is so taut on the wire of rapture that his twitching inside you takes you with him. 

This time it does.

You sink against him, thighs numb and wet, one hand slipping dumbly from his figure and swiping across condensation-foggy glass. The second orgasm is an aftershock of the first. It’s slow. It feels like being caught from the last fall. You land in Tom’s arms and they’re holding you through whitened knuckles. His eyelashes flutter, ink-dipped twines of quills, and he steals the shaky sigh from your mouth by pressing it to his.

You kiss lazily and softly. The room feels sheeted in static. The electricity lingers on both of you.

It’s hard not to fall against the window when he slides out of you. You slump on quivering legs into his chest instead, heaving, spend trickling down your legs.

Tom holds you close, adjusting his trousers before sinking down to settle you on his lap. He wipes the sweat from your face and presses his lips to the feverish skin it plastered. Forehead, cheeks, nose, chin, whispers of your name down your jaw like a prayer answered. Your eyelids flutter shut and he kisses you there, too. His lashes tickle.

You love him more than you worship him. You think he likes that more.

He grabs your forsaken dress from the floor and slips it over your bare shoulders, summoning the snapped button back in place before he begins to meticulously clasp the rest together again. His mouth leaves a path at the skin under each one before it closes, and you hum in dizzy gratitude.

“That was,” you say in a very worn voice, “a terrible way to reinforce not making you jealous.”

He glares at you from one of the lowermost buttons and you giggle sleepily, curling a hand into his hair. “Don’t look at me like that. You liked it too.”

He leans back up at that, tipping your chin with his fingers, gaze darting over the wrecked state of you with a pleased gleam in his eyes. “You liked it? What a modest interpretation.”

Now it’s your turn to glare.

He is what he is — pursuit of buttons forgotten as you’re laid down on the moonlit floor to be reminded just how much you liked it.

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[sparkbeast20]

After the Transformation (Older Brothers)

Summary: After reverting back to their Feral (aka Demonic Form) you try your best to comfort them.

Here's the headcanon for more info

Note: They can't speak in these form, your voice or their pet name serve as an anchor of sort, with each demon having a certain ability in these forms, also they're taller and bigger in these forms.

Lucifer

After what seem like hours the screaming and sound of flesh tearing stopped. You had your ears cover the whole time not wanting to hear Lucifer's screaming and groaning of agony.

You stood up and turn to door, hesitantly reach out and breaking the lock spell you place on the door.

The spell broke, then you move and grab the door knob, turning it opening the door, peek it to see half of his room is in tact while the other half is torn to bits and his bed is destroyed with the center of the bed dug through and made to a nest. There inside the nest you spot a large creature curl up its back facing the door and its wings covering its form. Its Lucifer

You waited for a few second before entering watching him breath heavily hearing squawk-like wheezing with each inhale. When you finally enter the room you place a lock spell on the door before quietly walk over to the bed.

However you immediately stop dead on your tracks when you accidentally step on what you assume is a record. You let out a scared yet silent yelp when you heard a low shirk what sound like a hawk or eagle. You glance up to see the creature start shifting in its nest before lifting His wings revealing its head. A peacock or more like a Phoenix with its feathers are raven black with some blue highlights on end of the feathers his body is shape as a griffin but instead of a lion's hind legs its more the same of his front legs? or Arm, talons. He turns, His red eyes glow eye which stand out more against its black sclera.

You stood up straight your hand holding your wrist the same Beel does. You didn't want to be seen Intimidating to him. "Hey Lucifer" It was barely a whisper. But he seen to heard it, he let out a small squawk like purr then use his taloned to scratch on the bed and dragging it towards him. You know that his way of saying come closer, so you did careful slowly walk towards the bed stood at the side and waited. You kept eye contact with him waiting what will he do next. He examine your body from top to bottom before raising his wings for you. You whisper a small thank your before climb up on the bed- well nest and sat on your knees.

He purrs and lay his head back down, let his wings rest on his back before returning what he was doing before, the only difference is that your here next to him.

You feel bad just siting there and looking at him. But you know that it takes a lot out of him hence him still recovering, he might show it but you know that his whole body is tense or just ache all over. You still have to be fully aware for even the slight sign of displease and discomfort with him. You're taking a risk but its better then just siting there and doing nothing.

So with one deep breath, you slowly raise your hand reach out towards him, and gently place your hand right above his shoulder and under where the joint of his wings to his back. He slightly stiffed before relaxing and letting out a long sigh of relief. You smile a bit before slowly digging your fingers into his soft and plum feathers. You pause for a moment to see if you got a bad reaction from him. But what you got was the complete opposite. You heard him coo in satisfaction for your action. It seems that he like it.

Getting his somewhat of a approval, you move your hand up to his neck combing his feathers with your fingers earning more cooing and pleasant squawking from Lucifer. All the fear before in you washed away and replace with happiness.

You were startled when Lucifer shriek in satisfaction before turning and laying down in his side with his arms, legs, tail, and wings stretch out. You being cage between his arms and legs, facing his chest waited for any signs of discomfort, before continuing with your combing you move slightly closer to him and with now both hands your running your hands on his chest, then arms and legs. All receiving occasional coos, squawks and a shriek from him. Soon you start feeling his arms where the feathers spot and where hawk feet start.

Feeling with your fingers how detailed his talons and rough skin is, you thought for a moment how painful he had to go through for his change. You wish that he didn't have to go through the progress but it was necessary for him to change and that the pain is part of the draw back for staying in his human form for too long.

After two hours of "preening" his feather, you were tired and lay your head on his chest, the softness of his feathers loom you to sleep, even though a slight smell of a flower that you usually reminds you of death, his scent is so comforting you can't help but to slowly drift into slumber.

Stork his chest feathers, even fiddling them with your fingers you can't help but to smile. "I wish I can hear your voice..." You mumble quietly "I love when you sing" you didn't mean to say that out loud but your mind is slowly falling asleep that you didn't even know what you just said. However Lucifer heard it and is glad to hear it. Soon he heard quiet snoring making him turn to see you sleeping on his chest, he smirk with his eye due to the fact that he can't smirk with a beak on his face instead of a mouth.

He sighs before moving his arm to draw you close and lay you down on your side facing him, his other arm is use as your pillow. You stir up then subconsciously move closer into his body which made it easier for him to curl his body around you and his wings drape over you two, with his tail curl around your leg. Tucking your head under his beak before he too drifted off to sleep.

The next day you left to get some food, which was difficult because Lucifer either keep blocking the door or just carry you by your shirt in his beak and carry back to nest.

He only agrees to let you leave if you verbally told him that you will come back immediately to his room. What's was worrisome is when you mention any of his brothers name. His feathers stood up as he growl-shrike which gave you the idea of staying away from the brothers just so they don't get Lucifer's wrath.

It was so strange that Lucifer is acting like this, but you can't to wonder that that he might be just acting on instinct which kinda made you a little flustered just the thought.

You garb at least two days worth of food back with you and left a note for the brothers saying that your with Lucifer. You don't actually know when this last but just to be safe.

When you came back, you were greeted with a giant ass Griffin hovering over you and squawking. You giggle and nuzzle your face into his before walking back with him to the nest.

There you start peeling his favorite poison apples and slice them up to feed him. It brought a big smile on your face when you heard him purr coo as he "Chew?" the apples.

Luckily that his record player was still in tact, cause after breakfast you played one of his records as sooth him on taking a nap. Once his asleep, you start trying to clean some of the damage things within the room. Before returning to the nest with a book in hand, lean on him and start reading.

Next, that evening you start peering through his feathers again before falling asleep next to him and he has his head next you.

The next morning you wake up in the middle of the nest alone, with shredded cloth what uses to be his coat is drape over you.

You sat up and look around to see the room is still a mess but all the broke piece of things are gather in one spot of the room but you notice all scattered feathers that Lucifer molted what you prasume when he changed back around inside the nest. Then you look towards the bathroom where you can see steam seeping through under the door. It seem that Lucifer is taking a shower.

You sigh before crawling out of the nest and sat at the edge of the bedframe. You brough Lucifer's coat close to you as you wait for him to be done.

Then you heard the shower stop, then after a few minutes the door open revealing Lucifer in his human form with a towel around his waist while the other one his using to dry his hair.

"Morning" You greet him. He looks up you and smile.

"Morning to you as well" You smile back then you stood up and slowly walk towards him with Lucifer arms open for you. You got close and quickly wrap your arms around him as well he wraps his arms around you. You nuzzle your face into his collar bone giving his skin a quick peck. He returns with a kiss on the crown of your head before burying his face into your hair.

Having you in his arms right after a painful change made all things bearable for him, and he couldn't have it any other way.

Mammon

They ask you stay in your room for your own stay while Mammon is going through his transformation right up in his room.

After what seems like hours of silence, all of a sudden you heard and felt something crashing within the house, followed but Asmo's shriek and Lucifer booming voice yelling someone to get back.

Then you heard numerous of feet steps around running from up stairs, going down the stairs and coming towards the direction of your room. In panic you jump out for your bed and quickly rush towards your door. But you quickly stops when you saw a large beak going through your door. You slowly back away as the the head of a giant white feathered crow goes through the door like a phantom or ghost. It stop and looks around the room before turning its head slightly to the side and you saw its eyes widen when it saw your standing right in front of it. It shriek before getting in the room causing your to quickly back away as its body comes in.

You back away so far that your back bump into your bed. Without breaking eye contact, you climb back on your bed and slowly back up to the wall on the other side of your bed.

The monster finally got its whole body inside with almost filled your room just being in all fours. It's wings are attaches to it's arm like a bat, arms wide apart like a bat, it's whole body is covered in white feathers with gold tips on each end.

Its tail swung back and forth hitting your desk, dresser, and your chairs.

It squawk before moving closer to the bed, making your yelp and brought your arms to cover your head as your body start to tremble.

It saw how you reacted when it and felt confuse but also hurt seeing you in anyway scared. So it back away and lower its body down on the floor then its head as it let out a low whimper like coo.

When you heard the coo you lifted your arms to see the monster laying down on the ground cooing and whimpering as it move his talon-like hands to cover it face in shame.

You stare and took in its appearance and notice its horns resembling... Mammon's horns.

"Mammon?" You call out, causing him to perk up and look at you. "Oh Mammon is it really you?" He tilt his head and let out a confuse squawk. It seems that he knows when you call out his name by doesn't understand you completely.

But before you can finish your though. A sound of someone pounding on the door cause Mammon to quickly turn his head towards the door and let out a angerly roar shrike as his feather ruffes and stood up.

"MC!" It sounded like Satan. "Hang on!"

Mammon quickly stood up back up and turn his whole body towards the door, ready to attack anyone who opens the door. Not wanting that to happen and just act out by instict. You jump out of bed, run over to Mammon, and quickly wrap your arms on Mammon's neck. His size makes it hard for your arms to hug his neck, but you cling on him and start soothing him and whispers his name and that your here and you ain't leaving him.

That was enough for him to calm down and his feathers slowly lay back down. You run your hand on the side of his face combing through his soft feathers. He coos and slowly lower lay back down with his head nuzzle into you. You giggle and nuzzle your face into his, in responds he let out a happy coo and shrike before moving and lay on his side exposing his underside. You kneel down and start giving his chest a good scratch with one hand, while the other you use to pull out your phone and send Satan a text that you got this covered and that they should stay away.

Once you got a thumbs up response from stand, you quickly put your phone back into your pocket and return your attention to Mammon who is enjoying his scratch session. Then before you know it he quickly reach out and pull you into his chest before getting up. And start walking out of the room. You were nestled in his arms and wings as you two pass through your door quietly and easy. You didn't see anything, but you heard gasping and Belphie calling out your name. But Mammon snarl at the brothers it seems and continue on walk down the hall, went up the stairs and enter his room.

Your face is still press against Mammon's feather chest, feeling his breathing and heartbeat. Then he climb on his bed... well Nest and set you down in the middle before he curl his large body around you before laying his head down next you.

As you progress what just happen, you look down and saw Mammon's face even with a beak and feathers, you can see content written on his sleeping face. You smile moving close and lay your head and chest on his neck and place a hand on his cheek before you drifted off to sleep.

The next day, Mammon wakes you up with a squawk as he nips your hair. It tickles you, with your sleepy self you instinctually reach out grab his beak with both hands and pull him towards you for a kiss on his beak.

He squawk in surprise before pulling back his head back. You yawn before siting up and rub the sleep from your eyes then turn to see Mammon siting by the "nest" side with his all the feathers around his head and neck all fluff up.

You thought it was adorable and made a 'aw' sound before opening up your arms for him. He looks at you for a few seconds before hesitantly stands up and slowly approach you. He looks into your eyes before bending his head down so you can grab and hug his head and he quickly reacts with a nuzzling his head into you, while making sure that his horns doesn't hit and hurt you.

You giggle, which he likes and keeps on going until he gently push you down to the nest and start playfully nipping/peering you with his beak, which actually makes you laugh. But then you stomach growls he stops and looks at you with a pleading puppy dog eyes as if he knows that you need to leave to get some food. You gave him a pat on his beak and tells him that you'll just get some food.

You climb down from the nest and start to walk towards his stairs, but stops you from taking the first steps on the stairs by grabbing your shirt. You look back and sees him looking at you with those eyes again. But you gently pat his beak again before carefully pull your shirt out of his beak then turn towards the stairs, climb up and left the room.

After a while, you got everything ready and about to head back to the room, but when you turn around you also jump in fright when you saw Mammon peeking from the door of the kitchen while letting out a sad cooing sound. You sigh and shook your head in his adorable antic before walking to the door with the tray of food. "Want to eat in the living room?" He perk up and responds with a squawk. You smile and walk out of the kitchen with him just behind you.

You two stayed in the living room eating and watching a movie on your D.D.D with occasional growl and shrike from Mammon whenever he can spot one of his brothers peeking on you to from outside of the room.

You didn't realize that you have fallen asleep that evening, with Mammon sees you sleeping with your head on him. He quietly lift you on his arms and wings like before and carry you back to his room and gently place you in the middle of the nest before curling around you protectively before falling asleep as well.

The next morning, Mammon wakes up first and internal panic when he remember what happen to him. But more so when he felt someone clingy into his side. He hesitant but slowly looks down and saw your sleeping smile face nuzzle into his chest. Completely oblivious that his naked.

He might not remember everything, but he knows that he didn't hurt you which his happy. He sighs and start patting your head before leaning down and kiss your forehead while whispering "Thank you"

Leviathan

"So... Levi didn't leave and go to Diavolo's private beach for his change?" You ask Lucifer who was eating his breakfast.

"Yes, Barbatos came in and made a opening within his aquarium connect it to the beach where he usually go when this happens."

You nodded and took a bite of your food and shallow. "How...big is he?"

"He can wrap his body around the castle and he still long enough." Asmo chime in as he finish his breakfast. "Oh that reminds me!" he got up and rushes out of the room, only to return with Henry in his fish bowl. "Levi ask me to give you Henry and tell you to please look after him." He set the bowl next to you. You look at the bowl and notice something black and shimmer at the bottom of the bowl.

But you ignore that for know and continue eating. Once finish you carry Henry back to your room, setting him on your desk. There you slowly reach into the bowl and grab the shine black thing. When you pull it out of the bowl. You examen the thing and saw it was a scale which reflects a purple hue when light hits it.

You stare at it as you walk to your bed and lay down on your side, then you press the scale close to your chest while mutter that you miss Levi. Before drifting off to sleep.

However you found in the middle of the night, a voice whispers in your mind to follow it. So you did, under a trance you got out of bed and slowly walk out the room, walked down the halls, up the stairs and walk pass the twin's room, then Asmo and Satan's before pausing right in front of Levi's room. The voice whispers to you to open the door and enter, and you did. Closing the door behind you completely engulfing you in pure darkness, the light shining from the aquarium is blocked by some moss within the aquarium. Then the voice whispers for you get into the tub and sleep there. You nod slightly before walking within the darken room and felt the tub and climb into it. The feeling of the soft pillows and blanket was enough to sooth you into falling back to sleep.

After five minutes something poke out of the water and start hiss and flicking it fork tongue before going back into the water. Then a large tail emerged out of the water of the aquarium and slowly reach down into the room and wrap itself around the tub then using the end of the tail to cover the top half on the tub sealing it and lifting up then slowly pulling it into the water making sure the tail is covering the open part of the tub. Then pulled it pass the open portal of the aquarium and into the open sea where a giant sea serpent with coral horns, Black with purple hue when it reflects, tear drop patterns on one side of its long body, large arms and no legs, and its eyes slit like a snake with orange and purple hue on the bottom and its sclera is black stares at the tub before slowly swimming up to the surface emerging close to the beach there it lifting its tail and set the tub on the beach yet close to water.

Then it unwrap its tail before pulling back into the water, then submerged its body back into the water with only its upper head right about where its eyes are, the only thing on the surface so it can watch the tub and you sleeping soundly in the tub.

Its eyes widen when it watch you stir up slightly before reach with your hand and pulls a body pillows close to you, nuzzling your face into it and sleeping mutters "Levi" It move it's head close and raise it's snout and draw draw close to you. Then it flick it's tongue over you but its grace you a little bit by the ear which tickles making you giggle. You slowly flutter your eyes open slightly flinch when you saw it hovering over you before relaxing and stare into it's eyes.

"Levi?" You whispers which he heard and he quickly reacted by letting out a deep growl from his chest. He pulls away giving you a chance to sit up, not breaking eye contact. He set his head down on beach and water still looking at you.

While maintaining eye contact you climb out of the tub and slowly approach him. The fins on the side of his face folded back as if he's trying not to seem to big and intimidating to you.

You sat on your knees right in front of his snout and slowly reach your hand out and place it on the middle of his snout then start stroking it and he responds with closing his eyes and letting out a hiss like purr the one you here from crocodiles and big lizards like a Komodo dragon.

You smile then place your other and start rubbing and scratching his snout making his purr louder, you felt vibration of his purr which felt great like a if a house cat purrs were this loud.

You got on your feet and climb on his snout, which cause him to open one eye. You smile and bend down to give his snout a kiss which you saw how his eyes move as if he was getting flustered like he was in human form. You sat up and continue to crawl up his snout and pause right where the snout is connected to his head.

As you gently stood up and about to climb up on top of his head, you lost your footing and slip. Levi quickly reacted and reach out his hand and caught you before you fell into the water. Then he gently place you on top of his head between his horns and put his back into the water. You thanked him before siting on your rear end and lean on his horns and enjoy your time together like this.

Then you heard someone calling out to you by the beach. You quickly sat up when Levi's fins stretch out in a defensive stands as he growl and hiss.

There at the beach was Beel and Belphie coming out from a portal with Barbatos behind him.

You quickly grab on to Levi's horns as he raise his head from the water up high keep you as far from the other demons. Then he growl as he thrust his tail back and forth behind him sending them a warning. You acted quick and drop down on your stomach and start soothing Levi by stroking his head and right above his eyes as you call him as Lord of shadow and that your here, his Henry is with him.

That was enough to stop growling. He hiss at the three demons and huffs before turning away and start swimming away. Belphie tries to call out to you but Barbatos stopped him and tells him that it will just anger Leviathan more. And explain that they'll come back once Levi is back to his Otaku self.

Belphie huffs before marching back into the portal, Beel watch Levi swim away with you before turning to the portal and entering. Barbatos watches for few more seconds before leaving as well.

That day, you took off your clothes and hang them on Levi's horns before jumping into the water. There you swim down his long body taking in how beautiful and smooth his scales are and just touch them send shiver down both of your spines. Levi watch you pop out of the water right. He let out a cheerful hiss roar bopping you with his snout, you laugh before grabbing on to it and he raise his head and let you climb back on his head and he heads back to the beach.

You took notice that he pause for a moment and looked around before setting his head back down on the beach next to the tub. You slide down with your clothes in your arms.

As you get dress, Levi left for a moment and return thirty minutes later with something in his jaws. He lay his head back on the beach and open his mouth before you. There you saw he caught some fishes for you.

You thank him and grab a couple of fishes taking them out of his mouth. Once you took what you needed. Levi quickly threw his head back and swallowed the reminding fish.

Setting the fish aside and start a fire so you can cook them. While Levi watch you cook.

That evening you ate and feed Levi the rest of the cooked fish that you couldn't finish.

Levi brough more of his head and neck out of the water as you climb back into the tub and lay on your side and with your hand on the edge of the tub where Levi lay his head close to so you can somewhat hold him. "Night Levi" before closing your eyes and fall asleep.

The next morning, you were woken up by the sound of a groan. You open your eyes to see that Levi is gone. You quickly sat up and about to call out his name when something caught in the corner of your eye. You looked down by the side of the tub and saw Levi laying on the sand butt ass naked as he groaning in his sleep.

You quietly got out of the tub with a blanket with you and quickly drape the blanket over Levi and kneel by his head and start stroking his hair. "You alright?"

"Yeah... just a little sore" Of course he don't want to tell you that changing back is as painful as changing into his demonic form.

You sigh before move your body down and lay down beside him and snuggle into his side, he responds with wrapping his arm around your shoulder bring you close to him "I love these kind of moments" You mutter into his chest.

And he responds with "Yeah, beats any simulation any day"

Note: AAHH! I love writing these! I got a little carry away with Levi's part. But I can't help it!!

I did want to include the moment before the transformation where the brothers start to act different and more aggressive towards the others and the transformation itself. But though maybe that could be its own fic/headcanon.

I want to know which part you enjoy and how would your MC act in this situation?

If there’s grammar or spelling error, please let me know and don’t be shy to leave a comment or reblogging with cute tags. I just love to see you guys thoughts on this :3

[absquatulatevelcro]

Don't make promises you can't keep, Hawks.

《 𝙍𝙀𝘼𝘿𝙀𝙍 𝙭 𝙃𝘼𝙒𝙆𝙎/𝙆𝙀𝙄𝙂𝙊 𝙏𝘼𝙆𝘼𝙈𝙄 》

"I understand that. I really do. But I can't keep feeling like I'm second place. Like I don't matter as much as your job."

"You do matter. More than anything. And I promise—"

"Don't make promises you can't keep. "

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The sun had just begun to set over Musutafu, casting a warm glow over the skylines. I glanced around as i nervously fiddled with my white uniform. Tonight was supposed to be special—one of the most important nights of my life. My graduation before I become a fully-fledged nurse and become someone that can help another person even without a quirk, to be called useful for once.

Everything I struggled for ages– the culmination of my years of hard work and dedication.. And Hawks, my boyfriend, who promised to be there.

The soft ping of my phone pulled me from my anxious thoughts. I quickly picked it up, my heart sinking as I saw Hawks' name flash across the screen.

"Sorry, babybird." My heart sanked as I blinked a couple of times, hoping it wouldn't be another case of his 'hero duty'— Yet..

"Got called away on urgent hero duty last second. I'll make it up to you tommorow."

I stared at the message, a mix of disappointment and frustration bubbling up inside me. I knew being a hero was important, that he was out there saving lives. But, that of course, wasn't the first time he'd had to break a promise because of his job.

The place was already bustling when I arrived. Friends, family, and strangers alike wandered the space, admiring everything and cheering for the sea of proud graduates, their crisp white nurse uniform adorning their frames as they celebrated with everyone.

I forced a smile, greeting those who congratulated me, but my heart wasn't in it. Every time the names were called, I looked behind me, hoping to see Hawks' familiar figure at the entrance, his wings tucked behind him, his smile that always made me feel like everything was going to be okay.

But he never came.

Hours passed, and as the evening drew to a close, the seays began to empty ss each graduates immediately ran to those who they seeked warmth. I stood by one of my friends as my mind began to wander.

Will he always do this?

Maybe he's already on his way..Would his work always come first? Even in my most... important events in my life?..

Lost in the bittersweet memoriesof our shared past, my reverie is abruptly shattered by the sound of my name being called. Instinctively, I turn towards the entrance, longing for his familiar presence. But once again, he's nowhere to be found.

The excitement of the night had long since faded, replaced by a hollow ache. With a heavy sigh, I stood up from my seat and made my way to the platform to receive my diploma. As I gaze at the crowd, my eyes searched for familiar faces before smiling upon seeing my circle fo friends along with my family.

My eyes felt hesitant as I slowly descended the platform, lost in contemplation before a soft voice interrupted my thoughts.

"Hey," I turned to see Aiko, one of my closest friends, standing beside me. "You did an amazing job tonight. You finally got your dream job, huh?"

"Thanks," I mumbled, eyes averting her as I stare at my diploma with a heavy heart. "But not really. I still need to find... a job. Im just a certified nurse now." I said, forcing another smile.

She nodded before frowned, looking at me with concern. "He didn't make it, did he?"

I shook my head, swallowing the lump in my throat. "Hero duty."

Aiko sighed, pulling me into a hug. "I'm sorry. I know how much you wanted him to be here."

We stood like that for a moment, her presence a small comfort in the midst of my disappointment. Eventually, she pulled back, giving me an encouraging smile.

"He's missing out, you know. You're amazing, and if he can't see that... well, then he’s the one who’s losing." She said softly.

I nodded, appreciating her words, but it didn't make the hurt go away. After saying our goodbyes, I gathered my things and left the stadium after a few hours of speeches, the night air cool against my skin. I walked slowly, letting the sounds of the city wash over me, trying to clear my mind.

When I finally reached my apartment, I found Hawks waiting outside, his wings drooping and a guilty look on his face.

"Hey," he said softly, stepping forward. "I'm so sorry I couldn't make it. Things got really intense out there, and—"

"It's always something, isn't it?" I cut him off, my voice sharper than I intended. "Every time you promise you'll be there, something comes up. I get that your job is important, but... I needed you tonight, Keigo. And you weren't there."

He looked down, his expression pained. "I know. And I hate that I keep letting you down. But being a hero... it's not something I can just walk away from."

I took a deep breath, trying to hold back the tears that threatened to spill. "I understand that. I really do. But I can't keep feeling like I'm second place. Like I don't matter as much as your job."

He reached out, gently taking my hands in his. "You do matter. More than anything. And I promise—"

"Don't," I interrupted, pulling my hands away. "Don't make promises you can't keep." Silence hung between us, heavy and suffocating.

Finally, he sighed, his shoulders slumping. "I don't know how to make this right. But I love you, and I want to find a way to make this work. Please, just give me a chance.. Y/N please.."

I looked at him, seeing the sincerity and regret in his eyes. Despite everything— I loved him too.. Too much, Infact.

But I also knew I couldn't keep living like this, constantly wondering if he'd be there when I needed him.

"Okay," I said softly. "But things have to change, Keigo. We need to find a balance, or this isn't going to work."

He nodded, a flicker of home glimmered in his eyes as he hugged me tightly.

"I pro—"

"Please. Just say your gonna change without the word 'promise'."

—

The weeks that followed were filled with tension and uncertainty. Hawks tried to make it up to me, showering me with gifts and affection, but it felt like a band-aid over a gaping wound.

No matter how hard we tried, we couldn't seem to find that balance we so desperately needed. His hero duties only seemed to intensify, each mission more dangerous than the last.

There were even nights when I would lie awake, listening to the sound of his wings as he took off into the darkness, wondering if he would always do this.

Yet, another incident came— I had agreed to give hawks another chance to redeem himself after missing out one of my most important days, hoping agasint hope that things would be different this time. But as my birthday approached, a familiar sense of dread settled in the pit of my stomach.

I tried to push aside the memories of his broken promises from the past and especially the night before my graduation, telling myself that this time would be different. He had assured me that he would be there, that he wouldn't let anything get in the way of celebrating with me.

But as the hours ticked by and the sun dipped below the horizon, I found myself standing alone in our apartment, the silence deafening.

My phone remained stubbornly silent, no messages or calls from Hawks to explain his absence. I paced the living room, my frustration growing with each passing minute.

How could he do this to me again? After everything we had been through—after all the talks we had about communication and trust, he had still managed to let me down...

Tears pricked at the corners of my eyes as I sank onto the couch, the weight of disappointment crushing me. I had hoped this birthday would be different, that maybe, just maybe, Hawks would prove me wrong.

But once again, his hero work had taken precedence over our relationship, leaving me feeling abandoned and alone.

As the night wore on, I eventually drifted off to sleep, the ache in my heart weighing heavily on my dreams.

When I woke the next morning, Hawks was nowhere to be found. And deep down, I knew that he never would be.

Don't make promises your cant keep, Hawks.

MASTERLIST

[dark-night-hero]

Imagine being the oldest sibling among the Todoroki siblings, family.

Imagine leaving the household at an early age due to lots of circumstances.

Imagine as years have gone by, the more guilty you become upon realizing you might have abandoned your own siblings in such shitty household. You were the oldest and yet here you are unable to protect your own siblings. Although the fact that you were still a child, a teen when you left the house. You should have taken them with you. But you were still young, unable to make meals and money for you own, what more could have happen when you take them with you, although your father never make back your allowances as per your request, it hurts your pride that you were still dependent on him.

Imagine as years have gone by, you grew apart from you siblings. Fuyumi understand, Natsu has more violent rection but he still understands, maybe the memories fo Touya still hunts him and he didn't want you to get pushed to that point too. And Shoto, you started seeing him less than before. Of course there were times that you visit the house, but only when your father wasn't around.

Imagine being in a relationship with Hawks, a man fast for his own good as well as a man full of secrets. It's funny that you don't even know his real name and only know him by his hero name. Still that's enough, after all, you have secrets of your own.

"Your phone has been beeping for a while now, (First name)(Lastname)." "What's up with the full name?" You laugh as you grab your phone delivered by one of your lovers feather. "Because if I don't you'll take a while to get then again like always." "I see the point and?" You roll your eyes at him before going through your phone.

Imagine as it was one of those rare days where your lover was by your side. And upon seeing the familiar 'Little Brother' on the lock screen, your eyes widen. After all it's been a while since he contacted you. In the first place you never sent him a message first, it was always him. It's just you couldn't bring yourself o contact him first.

"Who was it?" Your lover asked as he join you in the bed, warping his arms around your waist and resting his face on your tummy. "My little brother." "You have a little brother?" "Hmm yeah, three.. two little brother and one little sister." You smile bitterly but quickly brush it off. "What did they say? Was it an emergency?" "No, he was asking me if I could watch him at the sport festival." "Sport festival? He's at U.A?" You could only humm in agreement as you sent Shoto a reply. "You're going?" "He asked me if I could come, so I will." "As much as I want to go with you-" "Your busy." You cut him off before tossing your phone to the side and rub his hair, no words followed as he snuggle close to you. It's better if he doesn't come, after all, he was an endeavour fanatic and he was pretty much looking at your father unfavourable as you once told him a little about your background.

Imagine as you walk inside the academia you once strive to became a part of, you bitter chuckle left your lips as you once again check on the message left by your brother. The match won't start until after lunch. Adjusting your tinted glasses to hide away those turquoise eyes of your, brushing back a strand of your dyed (hair color) locks. You still have a lot of timme to waste so you just started having a food trip on the stands.

"I'm not using his power to win, I- I will refuse him with everything that I have." "Shoto-" "You- and then mom." You see his look down and grit his teeth. "Look here Sho-" "Shoto." Both of you turn around to see a figure you haven't seen in person for so long. "Enji Todoroki." You utter the name of the man right in front of you. And by the sound of his name being called, your eyes met his. "You left the detached house." "I'm old enough to handle my own." You replied without much thought.

Imagine as you were requested to leave per request not by your father but by your brother, you have no choice but to leave. With a bit of unease and consern, you left with a heavy heart. You barely see Shoto around. So the looks and state that he has lingers in your mind. Maybe because in some way, the way he looks remind you of Touya in a different way. "I can't do anything at all this time too." You spoke your thoughts out loud. And you stop, holding a hand to your mouth as your eyes widen upon realization and then you laugh.

Imagine the odd feeling on your chest as Shoto dominates his opponents only with his ice quirk, refusing to use the existence of his fire ones. It's odd seeing him like that. Makes you wonder if you did fail your duty as the oldest sibling, leaving your sibling in that household. While you gain freedom, your little siblings suffer under that household. You're just as guilty as you were back then. And even if you do want to reject his quirk, it was the only thing that has been keeping your body from being frozen by your own ice. The small flame deep inside your heart.

Imagine the shock as you see him use his flames. It was odd, and yet strangely refreshing. It was a sign of hope, that he was yet to fall on the same wrong path. It may not be you who guide the way, but you were glad someone did.

"I decided to visit mom." There was a moment of silence after that. "Are you mad?" "Me? I'm not." Suddenly you wanted a fresh air. But it's true that you're not mad. "I was never in a position where you need to ask for my consent to forgive someone." You shrug. "It was you who got hurt by Rei's action." "But that event made you leave." "That's one thing, Shoto." You spoke with a sigh. "Besides, it's better to forgive." "What about you?" "Hmm? Me?" "Do you forgive her?" "Once again, I have never in a situation where she has to ask for my forgiveness." "Then do you hate her?"

Imagine the short silence after that before you shrug once again. "I'm not sure." You spoke "And if you ask me the same thing about Enji, I would answer the same." You don't know. "When Touya died, I thought I hated father, then Rei did that, I thougt I hated her. But maybe I was just looking for someone to blame so the self guilt and hatred won't eat me." You added. "Be the one to forgive. You're kind, Shoto." You smile and messes with his hair. "And when the time comes, maybe I could too." Forgive yourself.

Imagine as you sat down the bed, the apartment empty with only you inside, you sat there in silence. It was then again a night where your lover wasn't around. Not that you were complaining, he was rarely around after all. Still as you sat there, towel around your neck as you were freshly out of the shower. It was cold, or maybe that was just your quirk. But it was cold. Then you chuckle, lifting your towel off your neck and give hair one last dry before putting it back on its place and lay down the bed by your lover's side of the bed. It was just your typical normal night after all.

Imagine it was one of those times where you visit the house, you knew Enji wasn't around so it was just you, Fuyumi and Natsu around as Shoto was still at school. "Shoto started seeing Mother again." "Hmm, he told me himself." You spoke before eating your usual cold soba. "Speaking of soba, leave Shoto some." "He likes soba?" "Yeah, it seems like he got it from me, he likes cold soba." You spoke without much thought. Then you heard someone dropped their chopstick. "What's the matter Natsu?" "We never knew that." He sounds so disappointed to himself it made you smile bitterly before reaching out a hand to pat him.

"Can I stay with you?" "Don't you have a dorm?" "But I still have to stay in here. Can't I just stay with you?" "Natsu, very one knows you're the son of Endeavour, you're much safer here." You hold on into his shoulder and gently squeeze it as he look down in disappointed. "Im sorry-" "Forget it, everything was his fault." You exactly knows who he was referring to. "You're leaving even before Shoto get home?" "Unfortunately I have to. I got a call from work I needed to arrive earlier than usual."

Imagine in your way back at home to your shared apartment with your lover, the one he got for both of you not too long after being in a relationship with him. You bumped into someone and you who happened to be going through your bag dropped it. "Oh shit, sorry!" Busy picking up your fallen things, you failed to see the guy you bumped with staring at you with a blank look on his face, nor did you notice the scars on his hand and face, hidden beneath his hoodie and mask.

Imagine as you apologise for the last time, you turn around and starts to walk away, this time paying attention to your surroundings as you walk. "Wait." "Hmm?" Turning around, it was the same guy earlier but this time he was holding on something as he seems to be reaching out to you. "You dropped this." It was a key chain, the only memento you have of Touya. It is a custom made key chain for Touya and you. A thing that glows when the other half was pressed for so long. "I- Thank you-!" As soon as you look forward, the man was missing on sight.

Imagine as you were busy looking around trying to find the guy, you failed to notice the way your key chain glows for a moment. Nevertheless, looking for the man you bumped with, you sigh and eventually give up. Still you had an odd feeling on your chest, earlier, even just for a moment when your fingers brushed upon his. It was warm, not just warm but it has a familiar warmth. "Touya?" Your eyes widen at the name that unconsciously came out of your lips.

Imagine the way you stood there in the middle of the side walk, in the middle of the night. But then you snap out of it. "Impossible." You shake your head, your twin dead a long time ago. Impossible, right?

[ⓒdark-night-hero] 2023°

[bartxnhood]

3am | e.m

| eli (hawk) moskowitz x reader

warnings: s4 spoilers lol, uh crying ? that’s abt it. angst & fluff !

summary: its late and eli had to see you. he felt so lost, but once he was able to hug you he finally felt like he was at home.

authors note: hi babes ! i’m so sorry for being away. my mental health has been at an all time low recently. i plan to slowly get back in the groove of writhing again. but ! this is my first cobra kai blurb. i decided to post something short and see how well it does. (plus i just love eli w my whole heart). enjoy !! feedback is appreciated ! 🤍

(requests open)

Copyright © 2022 bartxnhood. All rights reserved. This original work is not allowed to be reposted on any platform in any format.

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the constant tapping on your window was bound to wake you up, it was getting repetitive and annoying. with a quiet huff, you turned your phone on to check the time.

3:20 am

you ripped your blankets off your legs and walked to your window where the tapping continued. you opened the window carefully, then spotted eli. this wasn’t uncommon but he never came this late in the night. he stood there staring back at you with puffy eyes, which you hadn’t seen from him in a long time.

“eli? it’s three in the morning” you rubbed your eyes, still trying to wake up to make sense of the situation. “i know, can i come in?” his voice was quiet, just loud enough for you to make out what he said. you nodded, standing to the side allowing him in.

“what’s going on? you look disturbed.” you closed the window behind him, keeping all the cool air inside. he had sat on the edge of your bed, fidgeting with his fingers. “i can't sleep. tried everything” he shrugged your question off, avoiding confrontation. he averted his gaze, refusing to look at you. anything but you. “you can't lie to me. i’ve known you for years.” you took a few steps closer to him, “what’s really going on?” you hummed, putting a comforting hand on his shoulder.

he looked down contemplating his choice of words or if he should just rip the hoodie off. hesitantly, eli brought his hand up and removed the hood covering what once was his famous mohawk.

instantly you removed your hand from his shoulder to your mouth. a quiet gasp escaped your lips. “eli..my god” you whispered. “when…who..” you hesitated, putting your hand on his shoulder again.

“robby..” his voice breaking as he answered. you were quick to bend down and wrap your arms around him, which is exactly what he wanted. you.

“i’m so sorry.” you hummed softly, placing a gentle kiss on the top of his head. eli could feel tears threatening to fall, he hadn’t been this vulnerable in a very long time. way before he had met you. but now, he never felt more lost. “i just don’t know what to do. or who i am.the mohawk kept the attention away from my scar.” he sniffles, which caused you to pull away and bring a hand to his chin bring his face to meet yours. “eli. you’re eli, you’re hawk. you are the boy i fell in love with. a hairstyle doesn’t define you.” he nodded, wrapping his arms around you again. “just promise you won’t leave me?” he murmured, pressing his head against your stomach.

hearing that only made your heart shatter. “eli..i could never.” you replied. “nothing is gonna happen to us. i promise.” your chin rested on his head, rubbing his back. “can i stay with you tonight? i don’t want to be alone.”

you took a quick glance at the clock, it was now nearing four am. “my parents are out of town for the week. so it’ll be okay. ” he nodded, “if you don’t mind.” you shook your head, finally

“everything will be okay, eli. i promise.” you smiled, reassuring him. “it’ll work out, i’ll be in your corner no matter what.” now, eli was feeling better now that he was holding you. you made all of his worries fade away in an instant. “thank you, y/n. i can always count on you” he shared, pressing a kiss on your temple and drawing circles on your back.

it didn’t take long for the both of you to pass out cold. it had always been the two of you and it will always be the two of you. no matter what obstacles life throws at you.

[hoejosatoru]

your faves written by my faves

I believe all anime men can be categorized by if they were written by Taylor Swift, Lana Del Rey, or Ethel Cain. 

Characters: jujutsu kaisen, haikyuu, chainsaw man, tokyo revengers, demon slayer, attack on titan, hunter x hunter, buddy daddies, MHA, hell’s paradise

CW for suggestive content, toxic relationship for Ethel Cain category. All characters are time skip as applies (ex Tokyo rev/haikyuu). MDNI 

Written by Taylor Swift

Sweet & Romantic. The boy next-door type. Friends to lovers vibe. The type to throw rocks at your window and get you to sneak out just to watch the stars. Writes you letters. So many of each other’s firsts. Feels like a fairytale. Can range from a soft and gentle love to one that's fast and exciting, depending on person/situation. Always holds your hand when walking. A strong, healthy relationship. Would literally rather die than upset you. Buys you flowers. Sends you songs he thinks you’ll love. Calls you sweetheart, baby, my love. Loved by your friends and family. Makes you believe in love.

Yuta Okkotsu, Yuji Itadori, Megumi Fushiguro, Denji (I swear once he calms down a lil he’d be a great partner), Takemichi, Mitsuya, Hakkai, Chifuyu, Kazutora, Shinichiro, Hinata Shoyo, Nishinoya, Tanaka, Akaashi, Bokuto, Kageyama, Osamu, Iwaizumi, Oikawa, Kenma, 99% of the haikuu cast unless listed elsewhere, Giyu, Rengoku, Jean, Connie, Armin, Kurapika, Leorio, Kazuki, Hawks

“Can I tell you a secret?” your best friend asks. You’re laying out on a blanket, watching the stars. You look at him, admiring how they twinkle in his eyes.

“Of course.” 

“I think I love you.” He looks at you then, filling your chest with warmth. You’ve waited for him to say those words for so long, to name what has always existed between you.

“Can I show you what I think?” He nods eagerly. You lean in, pressing your lips to his. It is everything you always hoped it would be. He smiles into your kiss. “I think I love you, too.”

Written by Lana Del Rey

Sensual & Intense. Bad boy or hard exterior, but soft on the inside. Likes showing you off, but hates when other men look at you. Always has a hand on your lower back. Possessive, but in a controlling way. Dress slutty I can fight type. And he means it he will fuck anyone up for you. Makes you feel safe. Most likely to have a scandalous type of relationship (like an age gap, he has a bad reputation, etc). Probably has some sorta vice (smoking/drinking/fighting). High sex drive, he just can’t resist you :(. Probably has a daddy kink or is a dom (mostly soft/pleasure). Calls you princess, angel, pretty girl. Sometimes the relationship can be toxic, but you know the foundation is built on love. 

Draken, Mikey, Ran, Rindou, Wakasa, Baji, Taiju, Inui, Koko, Sanzu, Izana, Kakucho, basically all of tokyo rev unless listed elsewhere, Rei, Toji, Geto, Gojo, Nanami, Suna, Terushima, Atsumu, Ushijima, Coach Ukai, Aki, Kishibe, Tengen, Obanai, Sanemi, Akaza, Levi, Eren, Reiner, Zeke, Aizawa, Gabimaru, Yamada Asaemon Shion, Tenza

“Come ‘ere baby,” he calls to you. He’s been eyeing you in that little sundress all night and his will power has run thin. You stand between his legs, looking down at him with a soft smile. The setting sun twinkles against the chain around his neck, making him look extra handsome. His large hand is on the back of your thigh, sliding up higher and higher and- you gasp his name and he squeezes your ass under your dress.

“People are gonna see!” you whisper yell, gesturing to all your friends mingling in your backyard. He has a lazy smile on his face as he rubs circles on your inner thigh.

“Don’t care,” he says, “Can’t resist my pretty girl anymore.”

Written by Ethel Cain

Toxic & Addictive. A waling red flag, but baby you are color blind. You know you shouldn’t, but there’s just something about him. He’s addictive. Super possessive and controlling. Always has his hands on you. Leaves bruises. Most likely to be a criminal or something darker. Would kill for you. Swears he loves you and that's why he acts so crazy. Honestly brings out the crazy in you too. Super high sex drive, wants you all the time. Hard dom. Calls you my girl when feeling nice, slut when he isn’t. Says my slut when he’s somewhere in between. Codependent. Fuck everyone but us type.

Sukuna, Douma, Hantengu clones, Muzan, Gyutaro, Hanma, Aza Chobe, Chrollo, Feitan, hisoka, illumi

He has your jaw in his hands, squeezing. Hard. There’s a twisted smile on his face, one that makes your heart race and your thighs rub together. 

“You know you can never leave me, right?” he questions you. Though you know it is no question right. “You’re mine. Forever.” His hips have you pinned to the bed as he licks up your neck.

“All yours,” you reply. And you mean it. You were two halves of a fucked up whole. You loved him even if it drove you crazy.

His hand goes down your pants. “Good girl.”

[meowmeowmage]

The Chantry explosion being Hawke's catharsis

One handers (doesn't have to be handers but imo it works best like that) take/headcanon about the end fo DA2 that I haven't seen before is that the Chantry explosion is a catharsis for Hawke, that it feels both freeing and relieving to him. I'll elaborate. This is all about pro-mage (probably red) Hawke btw.

Hawke is not exactly a man with a plan. Things just happen to him (Varric approaches him for the Deep Roads expedition, the qunari try to take over Kirkwall, etc). He only makes decisions when a situation is presented to him, but never really tries to steer events in a certain way unprompted. In Act 3 Hawke has a reputation and social sway due to being Champion. But those don't mean much bc politically (and in terms of actual power in the form of a templar army) Elthina and Meredith are in charge, and nobody can do anything against them. Not really. And not in the violent police/dictatorship state that Mereedith is running.

Hawke gets blackmailed into helping Meredith, and would've probably gotten blackmailed again and again until he was forced to do something he would hate himself for, or refused and Meredith had him removed from the picture. The latter would've caused a stir among the people but ultimately nothing would've changed bc Meredith has Kirkwall by the throat. Hawke would've been accused of something (blood magic, harbouring apostates, doesn't really matter) bc in Act 3 the templars are killing people left and right for whatever. Hawke just has way more protection bc of his status, but that's not infinite.

So Hawke in Act 3 is stuck between a rock and a hard place. But he's not a planner. He doesn't even know where to start in order to fix the situation. Red!Hawke specifically realizes that war is inevitable, but he doesn't know how to bring everything to a boil, especially not to a situation in which those against the templars would have as close to equal grounds as possible for a fight. But Anders does. Anders has a plan and Hawke knows that. So he waits for Anders to present him with a situation.

And when the Chantry goes boom, that situation is finally presented. The choice is clear. And Hawke feels relief bc now he knows exactly what he needs to do. It's catharsis bc it's the relief from years worth of stress. The feeling of constant pressure, uncertainty and frustration - all released now. It's time to act.

[jackdaniel69nice]

@kaytaygay asked for tokoyami and dark shadow with Kuroiro Shihai headcanons so here you go! I loved doing this because he isn’t someone I have given much thought to before and it was great.

Kuroiro is someone who is familiar with the darkness like tokoyami. He’s the scheming hero, coming up with clever tricks and using sneak attacks to get the upper hand on his enemies. I think eventually they would get along but at first there is a lot of tension between them.

While I don’t think tokoyami would see kuroiro as a rival necessarily because they aren’t that close, he is someone that toko is curious about. There is no backstory for these chunibyos with no explanation for their reasoning to become hero’s so it leaves a lot of leeway on their character. Kuroiro is similar to monama and shinso without being outright antagonistic, he’s still willing to play dirty to win. While I think tokoyami has a high moral standing when it comes to treating people with respect, he won’t hesitate to lie for his own benefits (he is interning under hawks, who is a spy). Kuroiro’s quirk is best suited for support while dark shadow has the brute strength, speed, and flexibility to be one of the most powerful forces in mha (as said by afo himself). It would just be odd for them to be rivals when they are on completely different power levels and focusing on different career paths. Tokoyami admires kuroiro’s dark and scheming ways but is mildly worried about it being used against him, over time spent together trust can be formed and they could have a very strong friendship…in theory.

Dark shadow does not like kuroiro. I have mentioned before that shadow is intimidated by people who hold their weaknesses like light, and in this case the ability to control dark shadow’s body. That loss of autonomy was scary and to make it worse kuroiro used them to HURT fumikage, not cool. Dark Shadow is the equivalent of a hissing cat when near kuroiro, they do NOT want him near them. Still shadow is not completely heartless, if kuroiro puts in special effort to gain their trust they will give it. This would mean promising to never possess their body outside of battle even as a “prank” (which should of been obvious but shadow has trust issues) AND actively doing thing for shadow like spending quality time, doing favors, or giving them gifts. I still don’t think he would be allowed to give them pets tho, simply due to the accidental body merging that could result.

Kuroiro was briefly shown to be a bit jealous of Tokoyami talking to kinoko so there is a bit of tension from his side in that regard. A quick explanation of this has toko quelling his fears and even getting him to talk about how he’s feeling. Tokoyami encourages him to spend more time with her and eventually confess. Honestly tokoyami is just so full of wisdom beyond his years, so many people go to him for advice it’s unreal. This interaction obviously draws them closer and they become real friends.

Once they are friends they share about their interests like all the goth materials they have collected and dark media. Random hc but I think while Fumikage would lean more towards gothic poetry, kuroiro would lean towards art. His quirk is Black, which is a pigment of sorts and I think he would be a painter as a hobby. He would also be able to merge with the dark parts of his paintings so that’s cool. Also he has taxidermy animals (don’t show koda). They go to hot topic for fun hangouts.

As a bonus here is what the MHA Ultra Analysis says about them. While this doesn’t give much insight to Tokoyami’s behavior and feelings towards the other it is interesting to see Kuroiro’s thoughts. I think he sees tokoyami as a familiar soul who can understand him but also holds some jealous and wants to prove himself by challenging him. From a narrative standpoint it is also saying kuroiro’s character is solely made to be a foil to Fumikage, almost his entire character file is talking more about toko than himself. A narrative foil is a character that contrasts from another to highlight their traits. He pushes tokoyami to use his new move Black Fallen Angel and shows Tokoyami’s resourcefulness and resolve to win.

[beybuniki]

the idea fo hawks and yn was preening…. like yn with a comb or sum just going ham at his janky wings cause i loooveee him and hes so pretry and his weengs are so pretty but they probably need lotsa maintenance and also! you just draw two people hanging out very well and i think you would makw it sewm cool and natureal instead of weird and like Wtf bird man 🤓☝️ youd make it BIRD MAN 🤭🤭💞 idk ty for coming 2 my tedtalk

BIRD MANNNN 🤭💗💗💗😋💦

[tiny-sassy-aggressive]

DAN AND PHIL REACT TO PHAN TWITTER REACTIONS w/ timestamps

.03 sir please don’t crack your hands in my ears.

.11 way to early in the video for a phude Jumpscare

.16 DIP AND PIP ?!!!??

.26 tbh shoutout to Phil for acknowledging that even tho we have fan accounts, not everything we say, create, post is something we would want them to see. Love the self awareness. Appreciate the space he provides

.35 rip Dan memes and tumblr tags

.56 I actually needed to be told I am gorgeous and intelligent, I knows it’s fake but it’s nice to hear even if fake

1.37 WHY IS HE **** ********* THE MIC N O NO NO NO NO WHAT??????

2.08 chill Phil we weren’t gonna fight about it. You’re Edward… OKAY

2.25 how many times are they going to watch pinof 1 ! Babes you can do that anytime you want not just on camera

2.37 Phil is in FULL CRISIS realizing how messy he is as if they haven’t already talked about this before

3.09 TUMBLR NEVER LEFT. YOU LEFT.

3.29 the synced lean in as they discovered the dan has something in his teeth bit was a video

3.40 SO SO SO GLAD THE SOCK VIDEO MADE IT. AND HES ACKNOWLEDGING

3.46 SHOES SOCK VIDEO JUMPS ARE😭😭😭

4.24 “keep reading” oh goodness that. Sir. Okay.

4.44 hi just realized is Dan wearing a muscle tank under the see through shirt????? Side note. Want the see through shirt

5.03 FANTASTIC FOURSOME JUMPDVARE

6.14 NO DAN NOT KATE THEY ARE LISTENINF. DONT BECOME INVOLVED IN ANOTHER ROYAL CONSPIRACY

7.41 absolutely fire meme. I laughed so loud I actually had to pause the video. Worst part? I had already reposted on twt yet still reacted to it

8.05 he is staring into my soul. Hell how is he staring THROUGH my soul

9.17 no words. “It’s not a bad look” alakakakak???

9.22 So suddenly it’s not “we” anymore, huh?

9.53 rip Phil’s slit😫

10.08 I just through Dan making a joke then immediately hitting Phil to let him know he was joking was really funny. Stuff I do with my friends I am tactile

11.46 I ALWAYS thought that image was edited to have all of them. I didn’t realize it was a real photos

12.38 OH MY FOS????? JUMPSVARE WHAT THE HELL

12:45 those pounds weee so aggressive. It sounded like they really hurt. I’m hurt listening

12:46 Phil is watching that monitor like a HAWK he is NOT losing monetization bc Dan wants to wap

13.00 Phil saw and saved this and nobody knew. He lurks. Nobody is safe.

13:36 about nine “what can I say”s in. Dan has a genuine look of terror and confusion. He looks like he’s playing up his reaction a bit in the beginning, laughing and stuff and acting annoyed but this point is genuine horror and realization. This is so gold. Will be giffing later. Also precious Phil

14.50 okay the editing kinda memes his monologue a bit but i was high key inspired. He’s so wrote. Everything is a story that must be concluded. I love that thought process. Clearly bc I am also a grade a yapper but still

15:50 oh the immediate IMMEDIATE regret in Phil’s face

16:35 we love a self aware king. The poster was a tad rough

16:56 THUS CIDEO AND COMMENTARY JS SO SO SO GOOD

17:38 YES THANK YOU THE WADVERT WAS RVEFHONE. We couldn’t eat sleep or think without seeing it

18:11 please wash your blanket? Guys? Like? You can clean, wash, or dry clean anything. Please?

19:00 tbh saw under the robbing blanks and it wasn’t even that bad? Compared to every horrific demon phannie thing that has been seen? Not bad! Could have been worse

19:45 2021 period???? Hello??? You were gone since 2018? At least from dapg??

20:44 yet???? Capitolestor strikes again

20:50 did they not have a keep calm and something on poster in their apt at one point??? Some people?? You mean you???

21:16 I SAW THIS WHEN IT DROPPED. love dami sm. This video was so good

22:24 JUMPSCARE

22:55 “1992” “Daniel” calm down

23:25 “you also let me” guys??? How is this forced situation? Who decided??

24:20 he needs to back away from the mic I can feel him breathing in my ears my goood ess??

24:34 I’m screaming bc they used a clip from the section before we all thought they got high. This section they posted was just a cute section

24:54 literally speechless. Also jumpscare?

26:30 the entire dan induced conclusion is beautiful I love them and their banter

26:54 nvm can you lean into the mic closer and tell us you’re proud again??? Needed that???

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