#siren Hawks

[dabi-the-burnt]

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[noroi1000]

New Story!

Fantasy Au, Merman Gojo x Reader x Siren Hawks

This is Merman Gojo x reader x Siren Hawks. This is angst, dark romance. There are brutal scenes, manipulations, death, blood and fights here. If you don't want to read, you don't have to. There will also be NSFW later.

Gojo and Hawks will behave like the creatures they are here: guarding the area, marking the prey, marking the partner. This is my first Hawks story, and the first one with so much fantasy au. I'll try my best!

Summary:

You live on Flowers Island. In a place where your city has been swallowed by monsters and nature. Wild animals. Your new home is... Dangerous. Just as if you lived in your old village. You have the sea, cliffs and forests nearby. Homes of creatures that are not human. You work in the city, you get up in the morning to come back at night. Your paths to the city are dangerous. And the new city is not protected from creatures that sing to human's minds. The area where the city is located is a "hunting" area belonging to unearthly beautiful creatures. The winged Siren and the blue-eyed Merman. Creatures that lure men and women for fun. To kill them. What if you catch their attention during your daily walk through the clearings?

Read story on: Archive of our own

[dumb-gay-shipping]

I drew my version of the mer prince Touya/Dabi from the great fic by Stormysilverfox. I love reading it!! If you like dabihawks, pirates, mythical creatures and a great fic I've linked it.

I also had fun limiting myself to ten pencils for the entire project.

[emeraldsage98]

Summary: Keigo’s newest vampiric stalker just doesn’t know how to quit. The only way to get rid of him would be to give him what he wants…and that’s something Keigo won’t do. Yet.

Notes:  So, apparently, this thing is a series now. Who saw this coming? Not me.

[bluefuckboy]

Siren’s Sorrow

DabiHawks Week Prompt 2: Pirate/siren

WC: 805

CW: implied imprisonment

A/N: I’m a sucker for pirates man. I might continue with this and flesh it out into a longer fic since this is hella short compared to my usual. Also if anyone wants to be my beta reader/editor my lazy ass can’t be brought to edit my shit apparently

Legends often had a way of evolving over time. Tales of sea monsters and fantastical feats would change as they were passed down from generation to generation. While the core of a creature would often remain, their descriptions became warped, some even to the point where the beast was nearly unrecognizable from its origin.

That was the case with the siren. The tales of their irresistible songs hadn’t changed. But descriptions of their appearance led sailors on the sea to be wary of the water. They kept an eye out for maidens amongst the rolling waves, looking down to the ocean when they should have been watching the skyline.

The Greeks were closest in their understanding of the creature. They weren’t some evil form of merfolk as sailors had been led to believe. The siren was avian, nesting amongst cliffs and venturing out to lure sailors to their demise by wrecking on the rocks of their island. Their song came from the pipes of neither man nor bird. It was a deadly melody never repeated by the living.

Hearing the siren’s song meant death. Only one man had ever heard the melancholy notes and lived to tell the tale. Although some might say he was more a monster than a man. The deranged Captain Dabi, a ruthless pirate.

There were many legends about him. He was said to have come from wealth, growing up as the son of a nobleman before he went mad and murdered his family. It wasn’t the entire truth, but it wasn’t far from it. Dabi’s heart was cold and dark as the sea during a storm.

He was well known amongst his fellow pirates. Some even believed he was Davy Jones himself, disguised by disfiguring scars. While Dabi did resemble a living corpse more than a human, he was far from the undead seaman Jones.

No one was sure how he got his scars. Some speculated they were from an accident. Others whispered he’d been aboard a ship consumed by fire. Her Captain, loyal to the end as he went down in flames with her, only saved by the salty sea that came to envelop him from the ashes.

His reputation preceded him, instilling fear into the hearts of his victims by his mere visage alone. He and his crew were rich beyond measure. Countless treasures sat stashed away in a secret cave which was nearly too small as they kept adding more. Coins, jewels, gold, silver, exquisite exports from far away lands. But none of them held a candle to Dabi’s greatest treasure.

Aboard his ship was a treasure far greater than man’s materialistic riches. His treasure was legend in the flesh. A siren, snatched away from it’s roost by a man more demon than human. No one was sure exactly how Dabi had managed to ensnare the beast, but it was clear to the crew that it was their Captain’s prized possession. If any of them were to so much as look at the siren, it might be the last thing they ever saw.

It was a sight however. The siren looked nothing like the tales described. It wasn’t a disfigured woman seemingly sewn to the tail of a great fish. It was a beautiful youth with red and gold plumage. His arms were a pair of great wings, wider than the wandering albatross and his legs were scaled, ending in deadly clawed feet.

Looking at the face of the siren one could see how sailors could become entranced. Flaxen curls sat atop features only seen in idealized paintings of young heroes from tales of old. Beautiful and handsome, almost as though the beast had been carved from marble. But it was the eyes that captivated the most, a brilliant myriad of gold. They were they eyes of a predator, a wolf in sheep’s clothing. Beautifully deadly.

Only a few on the crew had actually seen the strange beast. Fist mate Shigaraki had been there when it was captured. He’d been there to witness to the fury of the monster and shook in his boots as he watched his Captain subdue it. The first mate didn’t like to speak of the beast. Thinking of it always sent a shiver down his spine. It was only the Captain who was privileged enough to admire the siren.

The siren was kept in Dabi’s quarters, locked away from curious eyes. The only evidence of its presence on the ship was at night when the notes of a otherworldly song would rise from the creaking vessel. Siren’s were known for their song of death, but they had other melodies. The ethereal song only heard under the cover of the stars was a mournful sound. It was the lament of the siren, a ballad of its deep despondency, held captive by a madman.

[didderd]

Wait, what do you mean by a couple of extra snaps? - simps? Anon

oh nothing. just som extra guys hanging around. :3

[greypetrel]

Hiya! From the couples meme, maybe A1 or F1 for Raina/Merrill? :>

Hullo Laya! Here you go, I went with F1 because you know...

*gay panic intensifies*

Next morning from this, I guess.

This brush is shit for colouring but damn if it makes some good hair. Timelapse as usual, I'm having fun and so here you go. (would you be interested in a timelapse, maybe slower, of some cleaner inks?)

Tis the ask game

[niarchery]

I support Allison's calendar pitch

[lilhawkeye3]

Gotham Night Out: Part 1 📸

The Sirens have finally convinced Danny (The Villain Wrangler) to tag along on one of their girl’s nights out on the town— stay tuned as Danny chronicles the experience👀

[takami-takami]

I'm thinking of monster Hawks so which one you love to write about?

(●3●)

~🦄

🦄 anon you do not know the degeneracy this ask is invoking in me right now. If you start this line of questioning, I fear my reputation will never see the day in which it recovers.

[smlgbtqweek]

Choose your favorite lgbtq villains ships!

[minako25]

It's Gelato! I flew to Italy. Some fanart of Once More with Clarity. The Gelato scene, is one of my favorite (of many) scenes. I did my best with what i thought the other Commission students might look like. I think it's an amazing fanfic. If you like For Want of a Nail fanfic or Dabihawks or even just Shouto eating soap, go check it out.

[unhonest-iago]

Lulled to Sea

Part of @enhoenbigbang shark week - prompt; siren song

In which both Hawks & Endeavor hear the same siren song, somehow ended up as a soulmates au

— — —

Hawks had been wandering the boardwalk when he heard it. The jingling music that played from the speakers of an ice cream truck. Thinking to himself that it had to be more inland, that there couldn't possibly be one all the way out here. Lying aloft a stone cave that he'd found flying over the ocean waves once. The sound mixing with laughter and skipping rocks. Not knowing he wasn't the only one hearing it.

Endeavor felt as if his ears were ringing from where he sat on his jet ski. Halting all movement as he watched the bird in the sky. Thinking that he'd gotten caught spying on his soulmate. He always knew his soulmate was younger than him but this was the first time he'd heard the call. Itching to introduce himself, but not wanting to overwhelm Hawks.

Hawks decided to head back when there were a few storm clouds forming on the horizon, not expecting the rain to come into full affect until later. Wings flooded, he had to climb down the side of the cave, something he had never done before. The slippery rocks not giving much purchase. His worn out converse not doing any better, he obviously hadn't planned for his current circumstance.

Endeavor seeing all of this happen, rushed to get to shore. Not bothering to take off his life jacket, cursing as he ran barefoot across the sand. Screaming at himself to not get there too late. Endeavor pushed past the fatigue felt deep in his lungs, trying to run faster despite the unstable surface.

Hawks panicked when his foot missed the next foothold. Eyes closing shut as his fingers followed, letting out a shrill scream. Slowly opening them when muscle wrapped around him, Endeavor catching him in a bridal carry. 'Uh, hi?' Cheeks immediately turning red. Thankful when Endeavor let him stand up. 'I don't mean to be creepy but I saw you plummeting and well, had to do something.'

'Thanks...?' Hawks asking for his name.

'Enji,' holding out his hand for him to shake. 'Keigo.' Offering a ride back to the main land, one that Keigo accepts.

Keigo needs to ask, just to reassure that he's still sane. 'Enji?' Continuing once he heard a small 'hmm?' from the man. 'I know we just met and all, but did you hear an ice cream truck earlier?' 

'Yea, did no one tell you about soulmates?'

[sinizade]

It's dangerous to go alone! Take these WIPs I'll never finish

[ronance4life42]

Maya Hawke- mermaid bar

A bit obsessed with this song so I made wallpaper if anyone wants it. Drawings are from the original music video. Let me know if you want more :).

[vigilskeep]

might i ask what that something you were trying to figure out in your head is (in ref to the leandra decapitating a templar)

ah i’ve been trying to flesh out a major backstory incident for keir as long as i’ve had him. i’ve mentioned the incident pretty often on here, it’s the first time he kills someone, as a teenager. i’ve always had a decent grasp of malcolm’s reaction, which i think is very blunt and practical as my malcolm always is, but also more upset than he wants to let on that his children can’t be free of his legacy, both with keir and templar violence (both faced by keir here and in some ways partaken in by keir, from malcolm’s perspective, because it’s what malcolm associates physical brutality with) & the realisation of bethany’s magic. the latter kind of distracted malcolm’s attention but he was memorably more openly affectionate of keir in the immediate aftermath of this—out of both guilt and concern—and keir remembers that, it’s part of why he leans into being so violently protective so early, because it’s rewarded, basically, when i have a red malcolm who for circle trauma and general personality reasons usually struggled with showing that kind of feeling. that’s all obvious to me and nothing i couldn’t shake out the details of in writing

but i’ve never been sure what to do with leandra’s reaction! and it completely alters the context if leandra has also killed a templar for the family. so now i’m chewing on that... the idea even that maybe leandra was more comfortable w the idea of the violence than malcolm... flavourful... as a speculative side note i think it would be insane if leandra had in the past killed someone who was going to betray them or something and never told malcolm bc she didn’t want him to know what she’d had to do for him, and then she tells keir to make him feel less alone and he’s like [internalises that] okay that sounds great! we should never tell bethany about this please never tell bethany about this. and she’s like ah. i have created a trap and stepped into it