Due to not having any way to make money while I’m out of a job, and having just moved and finding it very difficult to find a job in general in a more urban area, I’m taking writing commissions! I did these for a bit about a year and a half ago on deviantart, I’m unsure if such a thing is popular on tumblr, but I’m willing to try and see if anyone would be interested. I need all the money I can get right now since I have to pay rent now and get my own insurance and groceries and everything, so it would mean a lot if you even considered buying a commission from me!
Prices -
$3 - Drabbles (~500 words) - Looking for a small little scenario written out, or a cute interaction? This is the perfect length for you!
$5 per 1K words - Normal fics. - This is my general price. If you’re looking for something longer, every 1k words are $5. I will try to write either just 10 or under words from 1k, or a little bit over so you get your money’s worth. If you commission something very long, say over 4k words, I’m willing to discount the price a little.
$4 addition for NSFW - This applies to both drabbles and normal fics. I’m not very comfortable with NSFW, but I’m willing to write it for an added price.
What I CAN Write -
- X Reader or X OC, if it includes an OC please give me as much details about them as you can!
- Touchy subjects. I write best with darker subjects, so if you want something leaning towards that, it wouldn’t bother me.
- NSFW. As stated earlier, it will cost you an additional $4 since it is not something I am very comfortable with.
- Shipping fics. I am not a shipper myself, but I am willing to write for a certain ship.
- Really, I’m trying to keep myself open so there’s not really anything I won’t write. As long as your request doesn’t contain anything racist, homophobic, transphobic, etc. it should be good.
Series I will Write for -
- Persona 3, 4, and 5
- Boku no Hero Academia / My Hero Academia
- Blazblue
- Love Live!
- Vocaloid / UTAU
- Touken Ranbu
- Fate (I will admit though, there are a few characters I do not know much about at all)
- Doki Doki Literature Club
- Pokemon (Any Game)
- Touhou
- Original Stories (if you have an idea but can’t write, give me the details and I will write it for you!)
- Any other series, but I will need to research in order to do so, so your commission may take longer. On deviantart, I charged an extra $2 for such a commission, but I am unsure if I want to do that here.
And that’s all! I hope you will consider commissioning a piece of writing from me. Please message me on tumblr if you’re interested, and if so we will discuss further from there. Thank you!
The sun above shone down on town heavier than it had the last few days, but regardless, you were still out with your girlfriend. You had promised her and you weren’t going to let the blistering heat get in your way. Seeing her smiling face made you forget the heat anyways.
“Hey!!” Monika said as she had walked up to you. You were waiting outside your house for her to get there and she came exactly on time. You couldn’t help but smile as you saw her. Some may call her brown hair plain, especially since a lot of people in this town had hair of many colors, but you called it beautiful. To you, she was perfect. Sometimes you couldn’t wrap around your head why she’d fall for you back, but you realized it was just your insecurity talking.
“Hi!” You said, raising your hand to give a little wave towards her. “So, what did you want to do today?”
“I was thinking, maybe we could go eat somewhere nice? If you have something else in mind, I wouldn’t mind doing that either.”
“Nah, I think going out to eat is fine,” you said. Admittedly, you didn’t really have much in mind besides the beach, but obviously neither of you were dressed for it. Suddenly, an idea popped into your head.
“Oh! I know the perfect place to go to!” You said happily, softly grabbing Monika’s hand. “It’s a surprise though, and kind of a long walk.”
“That’s fine,” Monika said, giving you a smile, “I don’t mind.”
The two of you set off for your destination, talking about recent events. As the ice cream parlor came into sight, you couldn’t help but smile a little bit. Recently, Monika had been talking about getting ice cream. You figured this is what she had in mind earlier when asking to go eat somewhere, but you hoped it wasn’t. You hoped it was a surprise to her.
“Oh!!” Monika said as the flashily-colored parlor was getting closer and closer. “I’ve always wanted to go here, it seems really nice. I see it when I drive out of town with my mother and I get soo hungry when we pass by it.”
“They have a giant selection of flavors here. Anything you’d want, they have.”
“Is that so?” Monika said, eyeing the pink parasols that decorated the outdoor tables. “Let’s sit outside. The heat will make the ice cream taste better!”
“But it will also melt faster,” you pointed out. “I agree though, it does taste better when it’s hotter outside.”
The two of you entered the parlor and went up to the counter, ordering your ice cream. You ordered your favorite flavor, and Monika ordered the limited time pistachio ice cream. As you both got your bowls, you headed towards the outside tables and sat down.
“So,” Monika piped up between bites. “Have you been reading the book you said you’d read?”
“Yup! I’m halfway through right now.” You said, smiling at your girlfriend.
“What do you think? Do you like it?” Her eyes shone with interest as you delved into the details about the book that you liked and about what you had just read.
“I just couldn’t believe it!” You took a bite of your ice cream, realizing you could see the bottom of the bowl, or at least the melted ice cream that was covering it. Each bite of the sweet treat was absolute heaven to you and you were sad to see it reaching an end. Eyeing Monika’s bowl, she was at a similar situation.
“Do you wanna do something else after this?” You asked, looking up at her.
“Hmm…” She thought about it for a second before taking another bite of her ice cream. “Maybe we could take a walk?”
“Sounds good!” You said, getting up to dispose of your now empty bowl. You waited for Monika to do the same and once you were both done, you two walked down the side of the road, hand in hand.
“The sun’s so pretty,” Monika sighed happily. “It’s nice to live in a village like this.”
You nodded in agreement, looking at the scenery around you. Lush trees decorated one side of the road while the other was the various shops that lined the street. The road was cracked on one side, but not enough to disturb the drivers who were going above the speed limit.
“Sometimes though, I wish I lived in a big city. A city where no one knows your name and you can do whatever you want without being judged. That would be nice…” Her voice diminished softly like a fire that had died out.
“I understand that. It’s nice to be free to do what you want when you want. But hey, here in the village you have me and all your friends,” you said, trying to console her as if she were sad.
“Yeah, I know. But I bet the city has huge libraries, I’d love to go in them sometime and check them out. They’re so nice and pretty.”
“Well then,” you paused, “why not make it a date?”
She looked at you, eyes shining. “Really? The city is pretty far away though.”
“Doesn’t mean we can’t try and go. Busses and trains exist, ya know.” You smiled at her and squeezed her hand.
Heyo!!! Do you think you could do a small scenario of ectoplasm with a female s/o? NSFW maybe? I’m in need of some ectoplasm smut, lol. Please and thank you!
Man, I totally would, except I can’t write NSFW well enough yet. Maybe sometime in the future, though! Sorry!
I was wondering if you could do something where reader works with Hawk mostly keeping to themselves but has no problem clappingback when Hawk teases her. Reader usually calls them an Over grown chicken or eats hot wings in front of him asking if it offends him. They both have a crush on eachother but just continue with teasing eachother but the reader on the downlow draws him a lot and use him as refrence. And Hawk finds the sketch book. Something like that if it's not to much please and thanks.
Hey!! Sorry for the super late response!While this ventures into the “detailed enough to be a commission” territory, I honestly think this idea is super cute and I wanna write it now! I’ll make sure to @ you whenever I finish it! (Hopefully maybe tonight)
I have requests open so if you want something, please send in a request!! I also have commissions open as well so if you want something more personalized or want to involve an OC in it,then hit me up!
TW: Yandere (nothing graphic, just stalker behavior)
Help me, apparently all I can write is yandere fics. Someone save me. I’m dying.
You felt like a bird in a cage, completely helpless to the whims of the winged man before you. His words hammered you down till you felt you had to accept his date proposal. Every gift was a reminder of his obsessive interest in you. You had lined them up on your shelf but it made you feel weird to look at them so you boxed them up. He probably knew about it, too.
The idea of him being crazily into you never crossed your mind until recently. You thought the love letters sent to you by mail were from a coworker, so you threw them away. You couldn’t trust the suspicious gifts on your doorstep despite the sweet note, so you threw them away. Each little affection the hero gave you, you had discarded. It’s not like you could know that the number two hero in all of japan was after you. But even with every note tossed into the trash, he kept trying harder and harder. More love letters flooded your mailbox, more anonymous gifts, and now messages on your phone.
He never called, it was too risky for him. But instead he sent lovely messages through a phone number that wasn’t his personal number. At first they were fine, you could deal with it. Simple things like “I can’t wait to see you! I hope you have a great day today.” to “I am entirely in love with you, I hope one day you’ll realize.” to “I hope you like the gift I sent! :3c Ever since I saw you had looked up information for a new mouse, I had wanted to get you one. Your mouse has been broken for a while, I hope you can put it to good use.”
Quite frankly, you were scared. You were scared of this anonymous being watching your every move. You had never auditioned for a spot in this play, why did you have to be observed at every waking moment? You just wanted a name to your admirer, a face for it to belong to. You were more than ready to have a polite talk with who you assumed to just be a coworker.
But it was Hawks. Not just some man or woman you knew as a peer, but an amazing hero who had done great things for Japan. Someone unreachable, brilliant, a role model to thousands. You didn’t think such a small interaction with the hero would make him fall for you so bad he felt the need to spend all of his hours thinking about you. It was just a meetup, he signed a poster for you and you two had a small discussion.
And now he was before you, and you had just accepted a date request. You felt forced almost, but maybe you didn’t mind. If things were to really go sour, you could just leave, right? It would be in public, everyone would be watching. Oh yeah, everyone will be watching. All eyes on you, on him, the two of you together. It’ll be on fansites, with titles such as “Hawks’ girlfriend!” You’ll be known by many, your information will be digged out to be examined by overzealous fans. Were you ready for this? It was just a date, you didn’t have to commit yourself to him at all, but the pressure from soon-to-be watching eyes already made you feel heavy.
“So… What do you wanna do?” Hawks asked, a smile on his face. “We don’t have to do anything big. I don’t care what we do as long as I’m by you.”
“As long as I’m by you...” Those were daring words for him to say and you felt almost intimidated at how much he had invested himself into you. You didn’t care about the date details right now, you could talk about it by texting his secondary phone number.
“Hawks, why are you… Why did you fall for me like this? We barely interacted, if I’m being entirely honest.” You uttered words while having no idea why you were saying them. Would it even matter? It was just something to satisfy your curiosity, in the end it didn’t really matter. He’d still be after you like a lost puppy.
“Do you not remember? Do you not remember middle school? We went to the same middle school together. You had saved me from some kids who wanted to beat me up! Ever since then, I really liked you. It wasn’t until seeing you again that made me realize these feelings.” His face was so positive and so bright. You weren’t used to seeing a sarcastic man so pure and happy, it was… Discerning to say the least.
You tried to remember middle school and if you thought hard enough, you could remember a kid that resembled the hero at least somewhat. Yeah, you had fended off the bullies, but that was the extent of your interactions with him. You couldn’t wrap your mind around how important it was to him to make him fall for you to such an obsessive extent. However, you tried your best to forget about it. At that age, no one was mature enough to be reasonable with crushes, and you assumed it was reasonable enough for a childhood crush to stay for a long while. I mean, you had a similar situation, you only grew out of your 10+ year crush just last year.
“Well,” you stumbled and danced across your words as you tried to find something to please him. You were the kind of person who wanted to please others, it’s only a natural feeling. Pleasing others made them like you, and that was the mentality you had held for so long it felt impossible to grow out of now. “Thank you Hawks, I didn’t realize I was that important to you.”
“I’m glad you realize it now at least. I thought you never would. It was really saddening for a while, but things are looking up now at least.”
“Have you been… Watching me?” You didn’t care if you interrupted a nice conversation to call him out for something quite problematic. It was just another question to satisfy your curiosity. You just hoped it wouldn’t kill the cat this time around.
“Of course, I just wanted to make sure you were safe and sound. I really care for you, ya know?” The idea it was a bad thing never crossed it mind. He’s so smart, surely it would have, right? Maybe he was just lying to seem innocent and lovey-dovey, but if he was you could see right through his words.
“Please don’t anymore. I’m still going to go on a date with you, but seriously don’t.” Your words were harsh, but you didn’t really enjoy your privacy getting invaded without you even knowing. You weren’t going to be trapped in a cage, always being watched. You wouldn’t stand for it.
Hawks frowned. He knew this was coming, but he didn’t want to hear it. “Sorry, I won’t do it again. But now that we’ve met again, I can just text you to check up on you, if that’s alright. This world is a cruel place and I just wanna make sure you’re okay. Villains are getting really active these days. Trust me, I’d know.”
Of course he’d know. Of course he’d want to make sure you’re okay. But maybe this will be the end of his obsessive attempts at gaining your attention. Now that you’re here, accepting his proposal of a date, he’d have you. He wouldn’t have to send you love letters or gifts or anonymous text messages. Maybe he’d never stop being obsessive, but if he’s willing to work with you and understand your needs, then he’s definitely not going to be like the men you’ve heard in online horror stories. Your recognized that he cared, he cared a lot. He cared enough to be willing to stop doing something just because it made you uncomfortable. His behavior might be a lot, but you were willing to try and test the waters at first.
Yes, Hawks is a good man, you thought, confirming to yourself you could trust him enough to be with him in public. You knew you’d have to be careful around him, someone so obsessive is usually not too stable romantically, but things went well, then so be it. It wouldn’t be a lie to say you’ve always found him attractive and would date him if presented the chance. And now, that chance was given to you. You could’ve rejected him, but you didn’t. And now this upcoming date of yours was now such an important thing in your mind. You wondered how it would go, you wondered what it would bring you in the future. But now, you had to deal with him here before you could deal with him in the future. The conversation died down after some time and soon you left.
TW: YANDERE AND ALL THAT IT IMPLIES (ex. violence, adbuction, possessiveness, etc.)
The next part! Quite a bit longer than the last and a bit more oof at some parts, but I hope you guys like it.
With each passing day you felt yourself trust Hawks more and more. He would always bring you good food, food he knew you liked. He always treated you right, softly tending to the wounds he carved onto you and lovingly taking care of you. You felt yourself fall for this man, even if he may be twisted. You wondered if your family noticed your disappearance. Surely, they wouldn’t guess Japan’s number 2 hero would be behind it.
A couple of weeks had passed and Hawks finally felt comfortable with you, knowing you wouldn’t escape and that you reciprocated his twisted and warped feelings. He came through the door, a smile spread across his face. He didn’t even bother sitting in front of you this time and instead walked past you. You didn’t realize what he was doing until you felt the pressure on your wrists lighten. You were finally free.
“Well darling,” he said as he walked back in front of you. “You’re now officially free to explore the basement. I don’t want to keep you cooped up for too long, how am I gonna see those rope burns if they never see the light of day?” He was looking down upon you, a dark smile on his face.
“Thank you Hawks,” you said getting up shakily. He readily reached out to help you up and you took his hand.
“My legs are weak…” You muttered, mainly to yourself.
“That’s what happens when you don’t use them for… what? A week? Two weeks?”
You chuckled softly. “Yeah, you’re right.”
He guided you over to a couch and you were able to see the rest of the basement now. It was a basement with a lot of open space. By the door was his knife collection, completely locked up. Behind the pole you were attached to was a couch, a TV, and some magazines littered on the table between the two pieces of furniture. Beyond that was a door to the bathroom, which Hawks explained had a working toilet and shower. There were two windows up near the ceiling where the basement met the earth, but they were covered by small slabs of wood, presumably to keep you from escaping.
“Welcome to your new home!” Hawks said, gesturing towards the space before him. Even if it was shabby, you appreciated that he trusted you enough to let you do your own thing. If you had the energy, you’d hug him right then and there. But instead, you stood there, taking in the feeling of his arm around your waist, which kept you from falling over. If you could, you’d stay next to him forever, and you’re grateful he gave you the chance to do so by taking you in.
“Do you wanna watch some TV?” You asked, looking up. “I don’t really wanna stand for much longer.”
“Oh!” His eyebrows raised. “Of course, what do you want to watch?” He had already begun walking towards the couch.
“Anything, really. You’ve killed my social media addiction and now i’m having a withdrawal,” you joked. Hawks chuckled. “Yeah, I can understand that,” he said dismissively.
The two of you sat down on the old, musty couch. Hawks grabbed the remote from the table and turned on the TV, not caring to switch the station.
“News it is, I guess.” He said, resting his back on the couch after he set the remote down. He yawned and stretched, sliding his arm around your shoulders afterwards.
“Smooth move,” you commented while your eyes were trained on the TV. Today’s news was the latest and biggest hero accomplishment, and it just so happened it was Hawks who had done the job. You watched as the video recording him flying through the sky while fending off enemies and you couldn’t help but notice so many things about him. You never really focused on him so much before, but with every new clip shown you were grateful to see him in his normal state again, or at least what the world thought was his normal state.
You wanted to say something about him, something like “Oh you’re so cool.” or “I wish I could be there to support you.”, but the words got caught in your throat. You didn’t want him to think you’re trying to get on his good side, or that you’re desperate or something. You weren’t sure if he even cared, but you didn’t want him to be mad at you, you just wanted the love he gave you, and nothing else.
As the next news story began, your eyes moved to the bottom of the screen, examining the scrolling text that relayed less important stories. Your stomach dropped as you read with each passing word.
“GIRL GONE MISSING. POLICE ARE ON THE SEARCH FOR THE GIRL WHO VANISHED WITHOUT A TRACE.”
“Hawks,” you looked up at him, “can we change the channel?”
“Huh?” He said, looking down confused. Obviously he didn’t see the headline. “Yeah, sure.” He bent over once more to grab the remote and entered in the numbers for a different channel.
“Comedy Heroes is my favorite,” Hawks said, returning back to his previous position, “I don’t know if you’ve seen it, but it’s basically comedians pulling pranks on heroes on their off days.”
“Oh yeah I know this show!” Your face lit up as you recognized the four familiar men. “You were on there once, right? I remember someone tried teepeeing your house.”
“Yup!” He gave you a grin. “And this is the exact house you’re at. Let’s hope they don’t come here again.”
You gave a silent nod in agreement and watched the rest of the show, melting into the sensation of Hawks being so close to you. You could be like this forever, stay like this forever. But you knew it had to end. It always did.
The show ended and Hawks got up, saying he had to do some stuff. He left the basement, leaving you entirely alone. For a couple minutes, you tried watching more TV but nothing interested you.
“Hmm… There’s some magazines…” You said to yourself, leaning over to inspect the magazines on the table. The room was so dim and the lights that were installed only reached near the pole, beyond that it was darkness. It didn’t help that Hawks had turned off the lights, either on mistake or on purpose.
You got up, your legs still weak, stumbling around to try to find a light switch. Your search came up empty. Holding a single, random magazine in your hands you tried to think what you could do, looking around the dark room. The TV might work, but you wouldn’t want to be that close to it, plus the light was unreliable and might just hurt your eyes. There was the windows as well, and the light peeking out of them seemed comforting. You wanted to see the light of day again, maybe it wouldn’t be so bad to try to read the magazine by the natural sunlight?
You walked over, standing on your tiptoes just to let the light beam shine on the glossy pages of the magazine. You even tried moving the slabs of wood to maybe get more light, but it hardly worked. However, you still managed to read the pages, realizing just how old the magazine was.
Eventually, you heard the door unlock. Oh, it’s Hawks! You thought happily, turning your head towards the door. As it opened and he stepped in, his cheerful demeanor became suddenly dark as he saw you. Before you could ask him what was wrong, he dropped his grocery bags and charged towards you, using his wings to propel himself. You let out a shriek as the magazine flew out of your hands and you were pressed against the wall, feathers pinning your clothes and a hand around your neck.
“What’s the meaning of this…?” He said in a low voice that made you want to cry. It felt so venomous and hateful. Did I do something wrong? Is he mad at me? Questions formed in your head, becoming more and more frantic as you felt the grip on your neck tighten. His eyes looked down upon you with anger and rage. For the first time, you actually feared for your life.
“You know you shouldn’t try to escape, little bird,” his face got closer and closer. “I love you so much, surely you wouldn’t betray me like this, right?” How could someone so sweet just minutes before be so dark and hateful now? You didn’t want to hurt him, you knew that for sure, but you couldn’t stay like this forever. You could only be suffocated for so long till you pass out.
He slammed his other hand against the wall, right next to your head. “You know you’re not supposed to leave, right? Right!?” His voice got louder, right next to your ear. You could only close your eyes and hope the pain and anger would sstop.
“It’s… Not what you think…” You manage to say. “Magazine… Dark.... Read…” His grip seemed to be tightening with every word you said.
His hand left the space by your head and he looked at you like he didn’t believe you. “Magazine…?
“Magazine… Read… Too dark…” You kept trying to say, pleading with what little words you could manage between the grasp on his hand. Your hand pointed down to where you at least assumed was the magazine. He followed your gesture to see the magazine you were trying to read splayed across the floor, pages bent.
His grip lessened and he retracted his feathers from the wall. By now, tears were starting to fall down your face. You couldn’t even look up at the man before you, if he almost hurt you now, he’d be able to hurt you anytime he wanted to. That was enough to make you thoroughly scared. The fact it hadn’t even crossed your mind made you scold yourself for being so naive.
His face was unreadable. He walked away, going to his knife cabinet. Instead of unlocking it though, he reached behind it to grab a rope. He came back towards you and yanked your arm, leading you to the pole you were just imprisoned to this morning.
“I’m sorry.” He said as he tied the rope around your wrists once more. I’m dumb, you though, so so dumb.
Without another word, Hawks left the basement, shutting off all the lights and all electronics. You were left alone with nothing but your thoughts, the only thing to answer back was the endless void of darkness before you.
What if he hurt you like that again, or hurt you worse? What if he didn’t care about you and just wanted someone to treat like a prisoner? What if he only wanted you for the purpose of some plaything that he could throw away at any time? The thoughts you conjured up chilled you to the bone, and soon enough fearful tears had begun to roll down your face. You sat there crying for what seemed like hours, calling yourself a failure for failing the one who loved you most, calling yourself dumb for allowing such a man to get close to you, contradicting yourself every which way you could until you drove yourself into a teary-eyed sleep.
You woke up the next day to someone tapping your leg. You opened your eyes and raised your head slowly, your neck straining from the position you were in. In front of you was Hawks. Of course, I’m stuck here, you reminded yourself. You said nothing as Hawks presented a luxurious looking breakfast.
“I wanted to say sorry,” he began, “for doing that yesterday. I was scared, I automatically assumed the worst. I’ve never done this kind of thing before, and I really enjoy it and I don’t want it to end. I was just… So scared and I didn’t want you to leave. Trust me, I just want the best for you, and I know that you’ll be happy and safe here.”
Even with his constant reassurance, you felt uneasy. If he did it once, he’ll do it again, you thought, watching him cut up the pancakes. He drove his fork into one of the pieces and moved it towards your mouth for you to eat.
“I’m not hung-” You tried to deny his food but he took the chance while your mouth was open to shove it in there. The delicious taste filled your mouth and you had no choice but to chew and swallow it all. The lingering feeling of dread hung over you and as he fed you, you felt yourself fill up quickly.
“I swear, I’m full.” You said. “I don’t really have the stomach for it right now. Maybe later.”
His eyes flashed with the same emotionless look they had yesterday, but only for a second before returning to his previous worried expression. “I’m sorry if I caused you to feel this way.”
“It’s okay…” You said, trying to comfort him. Why were you still trying to comfort him? “It’s the way you are, you can’t help it.”
He gave you a small smile. “Maybe you’re right. But it doesn’t give me the right to hurt you like that. Pain’s gotta be fun, ya know! Ideally, we’d have some fun today, but I can see you’re not doing to good.” He scanned your vulnerable body, eyes resting on your neck which you assumed had been bruised from the previous night.
“Hold on, I need to do something. I’ll be back in… Half an hour?” Hawks said, getting up suddenly. You didn’t object, you let him leave. He didn’t turn the lights out this time.
It took him longer than an hour, but you had no idea. He came back with a bag in his hand and beaming smile just for you.
“I got you a present!” He said, rummaging through the bag. He pulled out a box, an all-too familiar box you had daydreaming about seeing before.
“No way…” You muttered, eyes wide.
“Yup! I found out one day that you really wanted it so I took note. Haven’t forgotten for a month.”
He came behind you and untied you so that way you could open the box with your own hands. Once you were free, you stayed resting your back against the pole and Hawks sat down next to you, waiting eagerly for you to open the box.
Maybe he didn’t really want to hurt me… You began to think. He was just scared… Right? I’d be scared too, if I were him. He doesn’t want to hurt me like that, I’m sure of it.
You opened the box and admired the gift. It was a bracelet you had wanted for quite some time now. You weren’t really a jewelry person, but ever since you saw it, it absolutely enchanted you. On your way to work, you’d view it through the window as you passed by. The shining gems and the charms decorating it made it so beautiful in your eyes. You put in on your wrist and turned it around, looking at it from all different angles.
“It’s so beautiful... “ You looked up at your captor who was smiling at you with a pleasant smile. “Thank you, Hawks.”
“Anytime dear. Do you forgive me now?” He eyebrows raised as he awaited your answer.
Should I really forgive him? Will he hurt me like that again? Am I really safe? You quieted your thoughts and looked back down at your bracelet. “Bribing me won’t do you any good, but I do forgive you anyways,” you said teasingly.
“Great! Let’s get you up again. Gotta get those legs used to walking around. It’s my fault for tying you up again, haha.” Hawks said, wrapping an arm around your waste and bringing you up to a standing position.
Maybe you could stay like this. Maybe you could stay like this forever.
TW: YANDERE AND ALL THAT IT IMPLIES (descriptions of harm, knives, abduction, etc.)
More Hawks x Reader, but yandere flavored this time because I really like yanderes. My friends say this is one of my best pieces, and convinced me to write two parts, which I will upload in due time. I hope you guys enjoy!
You shifted uncomfortably, your wrists rubbing against the all too familiar rope bound against them. It has been five days since your abduction, at least, you thought it was five days, but you couldn’t be too sure. You remember it all too well, Hawks, the number 2 hero in all japan, had come up to you for the date you two had planned. You had met him after he saved you one day from a villain. The date went very nicely, and he invited you over to his house. You obliged, and after a movie and some discussion, he came up behind you when he was supposed to be getting drinks and shoved a rag full of chloroform onto your face. Next thing you knew, you were bound to a pole in his basement.
“You know,” he said to you as you woke up the first day, leaning on the wall in front of you, “I’ve been watching you for a long time.”
While admittedly it had been scary for the first few days, as time passed you felt yourself get more acclimated to it. You wondered, would he be mad at me for getting used to this? Does he want me to not like it? You had thought about this while you were awake, telling yourself, this can’t be so bad. He’s the number 2 hero… He’s extremely attractive and has a great personality… Surely this is a good thing, right? He’ll take care of me… Right? Your thoughts were drowned as the door opened, and his beaming face was the first to appear.
“Hello, darling!” He said, giving you a smile of pure sunshine. If you were none the wiser, you would’ve been terrified, but perhaps even still you were too naive to understand. You gave him a soft smile as he sat down in front of you, taking some food out of his pocket.
“No gourmet meal today,” a granola bar was tossed onto the floor, along with a few bags of peanuts, “but we’ll make do. I think I’ve been feeding you too much anyways, I don’t want you to gain or lose any weight, so I have to be careful.” He didn’t look up from the bag he was opening, but there was a quiet and pleasant smile on his face.
“Say Hawks…” You spoke up as he had just opened a bag of peanuts. He looked up at you with an innocent and curious face, stopping any previous actions. “Uhm… Why me?” You had to choose your words carefully, but you assumed saying it that way would be the simplest and move effective way to ask the question pounding your mind.
He put the bag down. “Well, ever since I saved you that one day, you’ve had a special place in my heart. The words you said to me, thanking me from the bottom of your heart, changed me.” His eyes bore into yours, not letting go. You couldn’t even dare look away. “Ever since that day… I’ve become a better man. I started wondering what you were doing, how your life was… What you would say, what you would think. I started trying harder in life because of you. Eventually, I couldn’t stand the distance, I took time out of my daily patrolling to fly around town and see if I could find you. I slowly started learning your schedule… And I used that to find you and ask you on a date.”
Should I be scared…? Your heart was beating fast. The words he said held such insane conviction it shook you to the core. Was it wrong to be attracted to a man who loved you so much? If it was a sin, you were ready to commit to it.
“Well… Thank you, I’m flattered.” You gave him a soft smile.
Was that a blush forming on his face? Surely you were seeing things. His smile grew the slightest bit wider, and he picked the bag of peanuts up again. “Let’s get you food. Again, I’m sorry for the lack of food today. Open wide~!”
He grabbed a handful of peanuts and plucked one from his hand. You opened your mouth hesitantly, even though you’ve been doing it quite often these past few days. He dropped the peanut onto your slightly outstretched tongue, bringing it back in to chew what little food was placed on there.
For a while, the feeding continued until two bags of peanuts and a granola bar were consumed. You were still slightly hungry, but you didn’t say anything.
“Now, do you wanna have some fun?” A mischievous tone filled his voice and you knew it was that time. He hadn’t started doing anything like till a couple days ago, and at first you were frightened, but by the second time you found odd comfort in it.
“Alright,” you breathed out. Personally, it wasn’t your most ideal thing to have him do to you, but you didn’t really mind. The look on his face made it worth the entire ride.
He gave a great, big, devious smile towards you and got up, walking back to a cabinet. He stood there, as if contemplating which to pick. After a short bit of time, he returned with a knife, different from the past two times. This was a special one, you assumed. The blade was a mix of red, orange, and yellow all mixed together beautifully. The handle was pitch black and brought out the fiery colors of the blade even more.
“This is one of my favorites,” Hawks said, twisting the blade on his hand, watching it shine through the dim basement lights. “I think you’ll enjoy it too, it cuts very nicely.”
You bit your lip. Ah yes, the pain is coming soon. You looked down at your bare legs as a reminder for the last few days. Your heartbeat got faster and faster. Am I… Excited? Scared? Your mind was rushing as the blade came into your vision, just inches below the last wound. It’s going to hurt me it’s going to hurt me it’s going to hurt me…
As the blade pierced the skin, you held your breath while the pain radiated from the newly-cut wound. You looked up at your captor, his eyes trained on the blood gushing from the cut. There was a blush spread across his face and his breathing was heavy. He removed the blade from the wound and spread the blood around on your leg using the knife.
“You know…” he said feverishly, “The red really works well with the colors on this knife… I think this was a good choice…” He brought the blade up from your leg and licked the remaining blood off, looking you dead in the eyes. You felt a chill go down your spine.
It felt like forever till Hawks was finished having his painful way with you, you had several new wounds decorating your legs, but despite all the pain, his reaction was extremely worth it. You wondered if maybe you were getting stockholm syndrome, with each passing hour you felt more and more connected to this devious man. But if so, you didn’t mind. He had you all to his disposal, but little did he know, you had him as well.
“Hawks, you look really cute when you’re like that,” you said boldly, awaiting his reaction. He was cleaning off his blade at this point in time and looked up at you, mildly shocked.
“Not as cute as you, though~.” He said, winking towards you and continuing to clean his blade. By now, your wounds were all bandaged and taken care of, and each time he took care of you, you were amazed at his medical knowledge.
He got up and put his blade back into his collection, and came back, sitting closer than before.
“Hm, you’ve got some blood on your face still,” he said, inspecting your face closely. “Let me take care of that,” his voice came out low, creeping closer and closer till his lips met yours. It felt like forever, being there in that moment. As the kiss parted, he licked the side of your mouth where the blood was residing. If you could, you would just jump on him then and there, but quite obviously you were bound and helpless to his whims.
“Hawks…” You said softly as his face was still close to yours, his hand on your chin. “I love you.”
“You’re going to drive me insane…” He said before kissing you again, this time more passionately. His hands went down to your waist and he hoisted himself onto your lap. Am I really going to let this happen? Do I have a choice? Even if I did… I’d probably choose this outcome anyways.
“We’re gonna have fun tonight~.” Hawks said deviously, and the fear inside your soul shriveled away till you felt safe in his embrace.
My first publicly posted fic after... at least 2-3 years! Hawks is my favorite character right now, not just in BNHA but in general and I had to take a stab at writing angst since it seems to be my strong point. I hope I can write good enough to make you guys wanna cry!
How many times has it played out in your head? Hundreds, if not thousands of times? Every second of every day you feel the weight pushing down on you, the burden, the pain. You were afraid to even leave your room; you had no idea how you would react.
And of course, your mind wandered back to what was haunting you. A glistening sky, he was so serene and carefree. Who would've thought that he could be hurt that easily? You were looking up, on your daily commute to work to see your fiance doing his daily patrol in the sky. He'd always get a great view up there, and with his great eyesight he could easily spot anything off. Or so, that's what you thought. You smiled even though he didn't see you. Maybe he did, but of course perhaps by then he recognized the danger, just a second too late. His body twisted and contorted as invisible bullets pierced his skin and tunneled their way through him. You ran, you don't know how long you ran. You watched as his body fell from the sky; the blood leaking and falling with him, the faint smile on his lips. Was he already gone by that point? The more you watched the memory, the more you realized he probably was already dead by then. But yet, the you back then continued to run until you met the twisted shape on the pavement. You got down to your knees, shaking him vigorously, shouting, screaming for him to wake up, to snap out of it, to be the hero he always was. But he didn't respond, he didn't breathe. His body lay there as if mocking you for being so weak and unable to help him. Even if you had a quirk, even if you were strong, would you have been able to save him?
You snapped out of it once a tear fell down your face. It's only been two days. Your diet consisted of what snack food was left in the bedroom. The closet was locked shut, all of his belongings hidden for the fear you might break down again.
Your hands came up and cradled your head as you began to sob. The tears kept flowing and flowing while his words kept ringing inside of your head. Words you'd never hear again, but words you'd never want to hear from anybody else.
"Good morning, babe!"
"You're tired, huh? Well you can lay your head on me, I won't mind it."
"Sometimes I remember chicken are like my brethren but I still eat chicken anyway because it's good and by the end of the day, I don't care that much."
"The sky is pretty, but not as much as you."
"...I love you..."
Your sobs got louder and more strained. At first you counted the tears falling down, in a poor attempt to calm yourself down, but by now you'd lost count. Your nails digged into your skin, words you could never say again threatened to pour out. It's not like it mattered though, no one was there to hear your pleas. You were all alone, completely and entirely.
The sobs calmed down after some amount of time, and your hands rested themselves on your lap. You looked at the silver ring, admiring the iridescent jewel and the wings engraved on the band. He had told you it was custom made and you always felt happy remembering how much he cared for you. In the end, you never wanted anyone else and now, you know no one will ever be like him.
You ached, you wanted to see him, but you couldn't. He was gone for good. 'Maybe the hospital will find a way to revive him... Maybe people have quirks like that...,' you thought to yourself, touching the ring while frantically grasping at straws once more inside of your mind. You mentally scolded yourself to stop trying to find a way and to just accept it. But you couldn't.
You allowed yourself to fall onto the bed, arms splayed. The ceiling looked harsh and unfamiliar, you hated it. Everything was no so alien, yet so painful. In an attempt to maybe get at least an hour of peaceful sleep, you closed your eyes. Silently you hoped your mind wouldn't betray you so much as to give you another haunting dream. Couldn't there be at least some refuge for someone suffering as much as you? Before your mind could dwelve into it, you felt the grip on the waking world slowly fade away. 'Maybe I'll have a happy dream...' You wished to yourself.
