He Didn't Intend To Become A Mermaid

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Uh oh...someone's crashing the party!

Day 1: Modern AU

For the fem dabihawks event on twitter

shroomie shenanigans

wilf life

just wanna put this out there... smash, next question

Let it be known that Hawks will never be known for his self control

In his defence

He was never told murder was illegal

Heatwave

Hawks x reader

WC: 1.1k

~ It's the hottest day of the year, and you are stuck roasting on Zoom calls; if only you had a hero to save you from your inconvenience. 

You hate this…

It's the hottest day of the year, and you are cooped up in your tiny apartment with a broken air conditioning system. All morning long, you have been tied up with Zoom calls and team meetings, forced to wear an itchy, lightweight cardigan for the sake of professionalism. At times like this, you are thankful that your laptop's camera quality is so poor, your forehead is covered in beads of sweat, and the crappy little navy blue desk fan you have perched on a stack of books is doing little to cool down.

Your manager leading this meeting looks relatively comfortable in his little window. His tie is actually fluttering from the consistent airflow from the top-of-the-line air conditioning unit he was bragging about having installed.

Damn him

You were only half listening to the call when his dull voice came drones through your speakers. "Alright, everyone, we're gonna step away for 15 minutes or so; feel free to turn your cameras off, and we will resume shortly." 

Your heatwave-fueled rage festers within you as you mute yourself and turn off your camera. Your thoughts shift to what website mailing lists you could add his email to when your front doors burst open. 

Your boyfriend, Keigo Takami, known to the public as the Winged Hero Hawks, comes in loudly. "Damn, it's hot out there; what is the commission trying to do having me patrol out there in full uniform? Turn me into Fried Chicken?"

"You're telling me," you pant, taking a large chug of your ice water and slipping off your scratchy cardigan. Discomfort and pain twist on your features as you chase the weak airflow from the fan with little success.

"What's up with you?" he ass shucking off his flight jacket. It hits the floor with a thud that tells you that it has absorbed more than its share of sweat today. 

"Debating a career change," you groan, craving the cold. "M' gonna move to the Arctic and think up new ice cream flavors."

"Sounds chilly," he chuckles, tucking his wings to his back and striding across the wooden floor. "Mind if I join?"

"No," you groan. "You are too hot, Kei. You would contribute to global warming." The heatwave may be destroying your ability to think rationally, but your sarcasm is still delightfully intact.

"Awe, Angel, you wound me." he chuckles, placing his hand in front of his heart. His avian-like eyes peer into yours, full of love and mischief. "Wouldn't you miss me out there, all alone in the cold?"

"You know I would," you chuckle as a bead of sweat rolls down your chin. "But it's too warm to want to do anything else."

He spots your blackened camera and steps away shyly from the view of the screen. "Wait, are you in a meeting?"

You roll your eyes as you once again remember the cause of your discomfort. "Unfortunately, all the other departments have the day off today, but I have been stuck popping in and out of meetings for the last few hours."

"That's rough, and it's not exactly cool in here, is it?" he coos, making a B-line to your freezer and pulling out one of your ice pops. Peeling off the wrapper, the color is revealed to be a bright red, rivaling the rich color of his wings. "Nice, I got cherry." He grins, biting the sweet treat with his teeth making you cringe slightly. 

"Psychopath," you mutter, "why do you have to eat it so quickly?"

"I can't help it," he laughs, wiping a bit of cherry juice with the back of his hand. "It's hot out, and I gotta speed up that Brian freeze. You know, my place has some pretty decent air conditioning. You'd be way more comfortable if you moved your set up there." 

"True, but your apartment is much nicer than mine, and my coworkers would notice," you frown. Your relationship with Keigo may not be considered a secret by you; you would prefer it if your coworkers didn't know about it. People tend to get kinda weird when they find out you are dating one of the country's top heroes.

"I get it; you just want to keep me all to yourself," he chuckles, wrapping his arms around you. His stubble tickles your skin as he presses soft cherry-flavored kisses to your warm skin.

"Keigo, it's way too hot for this kind of affection," you whine, squirming in his hold. 

"You mean your little fan right there isn't taking care of you?" he teases, eyeing your only warrior in this fight against Mother Nature. You don't know how it happened but the weak little gust of air seems to be getting weaker by the moment. 

"The fan sucks, Kei," you mutter, tapping the center lightly with your finger, urging it to pick up the pace.

"Then it's fired," he says, pulling its plug and tossing it over to the couch, where it bounces on the plush cushions.

"Hey, I needed that, it may suck, but I really need it to make it through the day," you say, noticing the movement on your screen as your coworkers slowly begin to get back on the call. 

"Ooof, duty calls?" he asks, peering at your screen. You are thankful that your camera and microphone are off.

"Looks like it," you frown. "Can you grab my fan for me, please, so I can hop back on without roasting to death?"

"Nah, I won't be doing that." he teases, his honey-colored gaze boring into yours. "But if you need to cool off a bit, I have something in mind." The hero's wings twitch in amusement as your brows pinch together in confusion. 

~

Fifteen minutes into the next round of your call, you are surprisingly comfortable as a strong, silent breeze bushes against your skin, cooling you off lovingly as you listen to your coworkers ramble on and on about topics that could easily be an email.

Your boredom is subdued, however, when you catch a glimpse of your manager. Whose state-of-the-art air-conditioner seems to have given out, and now he is sweating buckets, having to mute himself occasionally to hide how out of breath he is.

Keigo sits just on the other side of your desk, scrolling mindlessly through his phone. Glorious red wings outstretched as they beat softly into the air. Fanning you far better than any air conditioning unit.

You can tell that Keigo is over the moon getting to help you like this. You feel refreshed and full of energy as you notice your manager is growing more and more uncomfortable. You have a feeling this meeting will be coming to a close fairly soon. 

Once you are free from your corporate shackles, you'll have to find some way to thank Keigo for his invaluable assistance. 

Maybe with some ice cream for dinner?

Tagging: @pixelcafe-network @sleepyyshroom @anjodedesgostoeerros @isaacdaknight @qardasngan

Its so me I love spooky Hawks <3

As christmas is approaching and I constantly see videos of people doing the angel tree shopping for kids in needs of toys and everything I feel like hawks would loove to participate in it bc you know of his past and I'd like to request hawks and reader going shopping and gifting the kids🥰😊 It would be adorable

I LOVEEE THESE VIDEOS omg they r my FAV !!

also, happy holidays everyone! i hope whatever you may celebrate is wonderful 💙

but yes i completely agree that he would go way overboard

in the hustle and bustle of the festively-decorated mall, you made your way inside with keigo, brushing the snow off your jacket as you took your phone out, pulling up the lists of your family members.

“i swear, my niece thinks i’m the one with the amex black card.. she asked me for those stupid seven hundred dollar headphones. headphones, of all things! i might as well buy her front row concert tickets!” you huff

keigo laughs, shaking the snow out of his wings.

“baby, i told you that i want to help buy your family’s gifts. if those, albeit expensive, headphones are what she wants, i’ll buy them.”

“you’re too sweet for your own good.” you shake your head. after a momentary disruption to take pictures with fans, you two continue on, stopping to look at a large christmas tree.

“oh, they have the angel tree up!” you hum, looking at the tags stuck onto the tree.

“angel tree?” keigo asked, leaning over your shoulder.

“yep! basically, a local charity gets christmas lists from kids whose families aren’t able to afford much, and then people can pick them off the list and fill it for them. i’ve been doing it the past few years. sweet, isn’t it?” you explain, reading through the different cards.

keigo walks around the tree, looking at all the white tags stuck onto the tree.

as the two of you browsed, a nearby woman in a red blouse approached. short black hair and kind blue eyes, she appeared to be in her early fifties.

“hawks! what an honor it is to have you looking at our angel tree!” she grinned.

“oh, yea, my girlfriend was just showing it to me,” e smiled warmly. “i think it’s a great thing that you guys do this.”

“oh, it’s our pleasure. everyone deserves to have a happy christmas, right?” she clasps her hands together. “actually… could i ask you something?”

keigo nodded, still looking through the tags.

“well, normally we just hand them out to the families ourselves when they come to pick them up, but… the kids would love if the number two hero gave them their gifts.” she said, hope dripping in her tone.

“oh.. like, you’d want.. me to hand them out to them?”

“i think that’s exactly what she said, honey” you say, biting back your smile.

“yes, i understand if you’re too busy, but it would only be a few hours next saturday.. we give them to them early so the kids can enjoy having presents under the tree.”

“next saturday..” keigo tapped his chin. “i’m sure i can swing it.”

“oh, thank you hawks!” the woman grinned, immediately gratefully shaking his hand. “thank you, thank you! the kids will be so happy!”

“i’ll do my best.” he nods.

the woman steps away. “well, i’ll leave you two to your shopping. just be here, say.. eleven a.m.?”

“eleven o’clock next saturday, you got it.”

keigo turned back to you, who had a wide smile and even wider, glossy eyes.

“that is so sweet!” you squeak out.

“tell me you’re not about to cry..” he groaned with a chuckle.

“i can’t help it! you’re just gonna make the kids so happyy-yyy-yyy!” you whine, tears pouring down your cheeks.

“c’mere, you crybaby.” he smiled, pulling you against his chest. “please don’t stain my shirt. we both know how hard it is to get all your eye makeup out.” he stroked your hair.

you pull away, carefully dabbing your eyes with your fingers, fanning yourself.

“i’m okay, i’m okay,” you sigh. “now, it’s time to do what i’m best at. shopping.” you grin deviously.

you two plucked four tags off the tree. a boy and a girl for each of you. you two went to the toy store first, of course. luckily this mall had one of the best toy stores in the city, with towering lego buildings and life-sized stuffed animals.

you glance down at your tag, frowning.

“okay, my girl likes dress up and dolls, science books, plushies, and cartoons… annnnd my boy likes anime, pokemon, fairytale books, and playing outside,” you hum. “they need basics too, like winter clothes and hygiene stuff, but we’ll get that stuff later. what about you?”

keigo looks at his list. “my boy likes monster trucks, crafts, dogs, and board games.. but my girls list just says.. not needed.” he frowned, clutching the paper a little tighter.

“well.. hey, maybe their family is just nervous about asking for too much?” you bite back your lip, gently brushing his arm in a comforting manner. you knew his past, so you imagined how important this was.

“well, they’re gonna get a big surprise when she gets a whole lotta presents.” he grins brightly.

you tilt your head, smiling softly. “oh, i’m sure. now cmon, let’s grab some carts. this store is gonna get cleaned out.”

each of you grabbing a cart, you stroll down the various aisles, filling it to the brim with various gifts for your angel tree kids. various dress up clothes, books of all genres and lengths (including some for as they grew up), barbie dolls, monster high dolls, bratz dolls, littlest pet shop, science kits, stuffed animals of various sizes and species, toys from popular cartoons and anime’s were airing, pokemon cards and stuffed animals, outdoor toys for all seasons, monster trucks (with batteries, of course), various craft kits and supplies, a little robot dog, and all kinds of board games. next was.. the more difficult task.

“this one’s gonna be difficult,” you sigh. “it’s hard to guess what a kids into when you don’t know anything about them…” you bite your thumb. “i mean, i had different interests depending on what day it was as a kid. monday i obsessed with my sailor moon dolls and wednesday i was bill nye making what could be equated to mustard gas in my kitchen. what about you?” as you look at him, keigo turns his head slowly, tight lipped, blinking slowly. “oh, right.. sorry.. forgot for a second. sorry honey.” you suck in air through your teeth.

“hey, i’ve got an idea though! why don’t you just.. imagine yourself as little you, and put whatever you like in the cart! anything you would have wanted as a kid, just throw it in, you know? people are always talking about that inner child stuff.”

keigo thinks for a moment.

“that’s not a bad idea. you should help, though. when i was a kid, all i wanted was loving parents,” he looked at you, who was holding in a laugh. “you’re going to hell, you know that?” he glared at you.

“i’m sorry,” you mutter out. “it’s not.. that you didn’t have parents, it’s just the way you said it…but anyways! let’s go spoil our last angel kid - we’ll, before the essentials.” you quickly change the subject.

you watch keigo as you walk down the aisles - the same ones you two raided while shopping for your other angel tree children - intently. he seemed far too analytical, as per usual.

“honey,” you hum. “remember, think like a carefree kid. i know.. that you probably had to think about all of this, but just imagine you can pick out anything you’d want, alright?”

keigo nodded. “right.. anything i’d want..”

he picked up a medium sized dollhouse.

“i used to make little figures with sticks and tissue paper, but this one comes with actual dolls. they would’ve liked a house, i think,” he puts it in the bottom of his cart. in the next aisle, he picked up various lego sets. “c’mon, every kid should have a lego set.” he says, tossing it in the cart.

as you two browse the aisles, his analytical side begins to fade away (though he still explains his reasoning for everything) as his eyes begin to light up. the size of his cart is doubled by the time you’re done. you two are walking to the front, tall carts threatening to spill when you glance at him.

“shit, i forgot to grab something. can you take this to the front for me? i’ll meet you up there.”

“of course,” he uses a few of his feathers to steady the toys in both of your carts, pushing yours. “just be quick, alright?”

as soon as he disappears, you slip into an aisle that holds various hero merchandise, picking up one of his plushies. you hold it behind your back, going to a different register while he’s distracted with paying for all of the presents and using his feathers to hold the dozens of bags. after paying, you slip the doll into your purse, meeting back with him like nothing happened.

the rest of your shopping trip was filled with getting the essentials for the kids on the list. while shopping for their clothes, you couldn’t stop gushing to keigo about how small all the clothes were, and how adorable the kids would look in all of them. you even managed to get the shopping for your family done as well.

by the time you two left, you could barely fit all of the bags in his car, including the trunk and the back seat, covering all the windows. in fact, this is how most of the drive went:

“baby can i merge?”

“i don’t know, what am i supposed to do?”

“stick your head out the window.”

“my hair’ll get ruined!”

“it’s gonna get ruined if i crash, too.”

-

“oh my god are we gonna get pulled over?”

“maybe, but it’ll be on their hands when they ruin christmas.”

“you’re going like, 40 over! slow down or christmas really will be ruined!”

-

luckily, you two made it home alive and ticket-less. thank god for keigo’s feathers, otherwise getting up the elevator with all of the bags would have been hell on earth.

as soon as you got inside, you changed into your coziest pajamas, dimming the lights as you turned on one of your favorite christmas movies, sprawling various boxes, bags, and bows across the floor with your un-opened wrapping paper. keigo, of course, made two cups of hot chocolate with extra whip cream for both of you.

three hours. two movies, six rolls of wrapping paper, and five cups of hot chocolate between the two of you later, every present was wrapped, bowed, taped, boxed, bagged, and tagged.

keigo yawned, stretching.

“finally done.. i’m gonna go get ready for bed..” he said, his eyes already half closed as he kissed your head, taking your two mugs to the sink.

“okay! i’ll be there in a few minutes!” you reply, reaching into your purse to take out the plushie that resembled him. you smiled, dropping it into a small box as you quickly wrapped it, setting it with the rest of her gifts.

next saturday, as promised, you and keigo showed up to the mall, dozens upon dozens of gifts in tow. keigo found a santa outfit but decided to skip the beard, which you heartily appreciated. you, in turn, dressed as mrs. clause, with a fluffy red skirt and calf high black boots.

as expected, keigo’s presence was met with pure excitement, each child that came up with their parents to get their presents nearly exploding with joy.

just as all of them were passed out, a small girl, who looked to be about five, approached as her mother stood a few feet back. she was in a light blue blue winter jacket a little too big for her with baggy green cargo pants. she had short curly lilac hair with wide orange eyes.

“hi there,” keigo knelt down to her. “are you yui?”

the girl nodded slowly, holding her hands behind her back.

“well, looks like i’ve got your presents right here,” keigo stepped aside, revealing the last pile of presents. her mother gasped as yui’s eyes glowed - literally. her eyes lit up like flashlights.

“for me?!” she asked excitedly.

“all for you, but don’t open ‘til christmas, alright?” keigo winked, tapping her nose.

“actually, i have something she can open now,” you spoke up, kneeling down beside keigo as you handed her the small box you kept hidden.

“you do now?” keigo asked, equally surprised as yui as she held it in her small hands. she tore it open, smiling brightly as she pulled the small plushie of keigo out.

“i love him! thank you!” she held him against her cheek, hugging him tightly.

you didn’t notice, as you were watching yui hold her new favorite plushie, but the look keigo gave you was of pure adoration - it was a look that people only dream of. it was a look knowing that you were the person he’d spend the rest of his life with.

keigo helped them pile the gifts into their car, and you two stood outside the mall, the cool wind whipping against any exposed skin.

“i can’t believe you got that by me without noticing.” he grinned at you as they drove away.

“well, you don’t need government training to be sneaky.” you tease him, shivering immediately after.

“c’mon, mrs. clause,” he wraps his arm around your waist, pulling you closer. “let’s get you something warm, hm?”

my LMK apprentice au art 😛

Mutually Assured Destruction

1k hurt/no comfort desert duo angst. Mild mentions of death, almost like domestic abuse but like, flavored funny. Idk. I don't believe in betas so if this is bad I'm sorry. Anyway!! Enjoy!!

The first death was an accident, the second was revenge. 

Grian was more than happy to share his monopoly with his soulmate, At odds constantly or not, they were still soulmates, and business partners at that. So he shared the sand, and he was even excited when they crafted tnt together. It was a new era, a dangerous era. The other soulbonds better watch out. There was something oddly nice about creating weapons of mass destruction as the strings connecting you pull back and forth. It was almost peaceful. Maybe he could share his life with Scar after all. 

This thought was ripped away from him when he stepped on the block. There was no indication he’d done something wrong, no click, no pressure plate compressing, not even the sound of a rail cart. Just a hiss and darkness. 

Well. Not quite, before the darkness came the pain, came the ground being ripped from underneath him and the searing ever present sensation of being ripped limb from limb. His wings had opened, attempting to pull him from the blast; they had not opened fast enough. Every feather on his wings had singed and burned. He felt every single fiber, sending shocks through him. He felt only the shock and surprise coming from Scar’s end. He did not have time to process anything other than the burning before the dark screen came. 

He stared at the message in awe, dropped into a random spot in the world. It was nearly nighttime. 

Grian Blew up

GoodTimeWithScar died

The chat was filled with messages, asking about traps and what happened. How did Grian explain that it had been in his own base? There was only one other pair of red names on the server, and they wouldn’t do this to him. Surely not. Big B was his secret soulmate. He wouldn’t hurt him. 

Besides, he was the only one with enough tnt to do something like that. Well him and . . .Scar. How could Scar be so stupid? Setting a trap where he knew Grian would walk. He would almost think it was intentional. He stewed on that for a while, as he made his way back to the base. Trying not to die to a variety of mobs. He sent and received a variety of minor hits. Nothing too serious, but enough to let each other know how stupid they had been. 

They met at the base, down in the crater, trying to look for anything that hadn’t exploded. Grian was hoping to recover some of his armor, his weapons. Just something. He was out of luck, at least their valuables (the sand and tnt) were safely stored away. Scar looked incredibly embarrassed, especially considering the mess the trap had made. He had apparently swung by where he had died to retrieve his armor and sword. 

“Sorry Gri!”

“Why did you trap our base!” Grian couldn’t help the anger and indignation that colored his voice.

“It was meant to just be a test! I wanted to see if it would work. How was I supposed to know you’d come back to the base before I could get a sheep to set it off?” The edge of annoyance in his voice only made Grian angerier. 

“You could’ve warned me Scar!! We’re yellow now because you.”

“Me? You stepped on the trap. You blew up.” 

There wasn’t anything sheepish or shy about Scar now, he was angry, reaching for a weapon. But that little part of his mind that could still care pulled him away from it. Grian didn’t have a weapon, didn’t have armor. He ripped his off with a speed that must’ve been practiced, he shoved the current item in his hand into his inventory. This would be an even fight, if only for the sake of proving his point. 

“You gonna hit me Scar? Like a child? Go ahead. It’s your life too.”  There’s a look in Grian’s eyes, a sort of burning, that tells Scar this won’t be a one off thing. This is war. 

So he swung. Because war was something. Was some sort of turn of events, was a way of dealing, a way of breaking the tension. The sound Grian made was almost satisfying, a huff of air and a small gasp of pain. Scar squared up, and it was oddly reminiscent of a very different battle. But they were allies then. They meant something to each other, there wasn’t this well of unspeakable anger. There wasn’t this uncrossable void. He feels the pain through their line, a single heart of damage, still enough to sting. 

Grian pulls back to swing and the move pulls Scar towards him, putting him easily in range. Scar could curse that string. It’s supposed to be a safety net, pull your soulbound out of danger, protect them at any cost. The hit comes when he’s too busy thinking to get out of the way. 

Another heart, how many more is Grian worth? 

He pulls on Grian’s fist, turning a little as he does so, dodging, but also yanking him around. Grian’s bird bones make him fragile, slamming into the wall comes with a sound not unlike falling through twigs in a tree. He squawks loudly, one wing hanging uselessly against his body. 

His screech is blood curdling, and he lashes out with sharp claws, raking them across Scar’s face, reopening long closed wounds. The pain was dizzying, knocking them both half a heart from death. He wonders if he should plead for his life, but the vindictive look on Grian’s face tells him there will be no mercy. He doesn’t deserve mercy after all. 

What has Scar ever done to deserve mercy? 

There is a moment where he thinks Grian will stop. Perhaps he thinks there will be some hesitation. Surely there would be some hesitation. Is your life worth destroying your enemy? Inevitably linked at the cost of your own soul. Does Grian value it all so little that he would destroy himself in the pursuit of destroying Scar? 

It never should’ve been a question, the answer has always proven yes. 

The Last blow doubles and triples, rebounding back and forth in waves of inevitablity, in waves of shame and barely restrained emotions. It bounces around the empty tie like a screensaver, like a constant reminder that this device is on. Do not forget. Do not burn out the battery and leave it alone. 

GoodTimeWithScar was slain by Grian

Grian died

Scar opened his eyes alone, his heart red like the cord attaching him to his enemy. They were meant to be friends. At least there was one thing he could always count on. No matter how close they were meant to be, Grian and Scar would always destroy one another.