#pred!hawks

[smol-and-trashy]

Botched Rescue (BnHA vore fic) 5/5

A/N: Honestly, I only posted this because I hate leaving fics unfinished, so now I can finally say, I finished a fic! I’ll probably work on the prey!Dimi fic in the next couple of weeks, so be on the look-out for that! (and then I gotta finish my remaining WIPs... this is why i don’t do multi-chapter stuff, I lose interest way too fast ~sobs~) tw for vomit. 

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Shit shit shit. Hawks' brain immediately went to worst-case scenario. He shoved his fingers back in his throat, gagging and dry heaving, but this time nothing came out. Brown flecked eyes shot open; this couldn't be happening. Okay, calm down, gotta go to plan B: find an emetic. He straightened up and ran to the bathroom. Rummaging through his cabinets, sharp eyes scanning various medications and bottles until he finally laid eyes on what he was looking for, bingo! 

He unscrewed the cap and didn't even bother to correctly measure the medication as he gulped down the syrup until his stomach began to toss and turn. Grabbing hold of the bowl once again, his stomach twisted, and almost automatically, he thew up. Hawks scanned the vomit-covered bowl for any signs of anything living and finally made contact with three multi-color heads of hair. Letting out a sigh he didn't know he was holding, he fishes them out of the bowl, one-by-one. They're limp and barely unconscious, but he can feel their breaths to know that they're alive. Coughing, the green-haired boy, Midoriya, Hawks reminds himself, stumbles a bit before gazing up at the blond and freezes. Never had he seen someone's life deflate from their body so quickly, and if he weren't the one causing the distress, he'd find it a touch amusing. The kids were staring wide-eyed at him as if he were some kind of monster; he didn't care. Right now, relief swept over him, they were alive, and that was the only thing that mattered right now. "Let's get you guys cleaned up." he murmurs, throat raw and scratchy as he gets up to run a clean bowl under water. The students in his free hand stay dead-still; even the loud one wasn't making a single move. Had he scarred them this much? If he was honest with himself, this wasn't the most preferable of outcomes, but he could work with it. He had to. He brings the water-filled bowl back into the bathroom and brings the kids to the lukewarm water. The water was relatively shallow, and he trusted them enough to bathe themselves without drowning. The boys stayed limp in the bowl for a solid minute, shell-shocked over what they just went through, before slowly scrubbing the gunk off their clothes and hair. They looked so stiff, only going through the motions of what was necessary before finally stopping once they deemed themselves 'clean.' Hawks felt a pang of guilt in his chest as he watched, knowing that he'd fucked up. Even though all of this was for the greater good, he had just traumatized three teenagers for the betterment of hero society. Was all of this really worth it? xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx Izuku stared way up at the giant, fear overwhelming him. Why would Hawks let them out? To toy with them further? His heart thumped heavily in his chest while the winged man loomed over them. To put it simply, the hero looked terrible. Strands of blond hair clung to Hawks' sweaty forehead while he had heavy bags under his triangular ducts. A hand hovered over them before trunk-sized fingers seemed to pause before wrapping themselves around Bakugou; the fiery teen squirmed in Hawks' grasp, yelling obscurities at the man holding him while being moved away from the bowl. Hawks slumped down on the wall, pushing his hair back, and gazed up at the blank ceiling. "Haah, thank god you guys are alive. Thought I miscalculated or something!" he tiredly laughed. "Put me down! You reek!" Bakugou wriggled in the man's grasp, biting and kicking at the fingers enclosed on him. The winged pro hero looked down, yet Bakugou remained undaunted by those sharp eyes, he had no idea what the hero was thinking, but if he was planning on eating them again, he's got another thing coming. Instead of raising him back into the damp maw, nimble fingers worked at the quirk suppressor bracelet on his leg, prying it open with just his thumb and index finger, until a small pop was heard, and they snapped off. "There ya go!" Bakugou stared at the man, for the first time since this ordeal, he was entirely dumbstruck. The birdbrain actually helped him? He couldn't believe it. Before he knew it, he was carefully dropped down into the bowl, and Hawks did the same to Deku and Icy-Hot, their bracelets snapping off with relative ease. Bakugou silently watched from afar, confident that the same thought was nesting in the other students' heads: What the hell? xxxxxxxxxxx There wasn't much discourse between Hawks and the students. Guilt gnawed in his gut; he knew that he did the right thing, but was that really enough? Going by the Midoriya's instinctive shudders with each inflicting touch, he had his answer. No, this is what I trained to do, what I'm supposed to do. Keep civilians and provisional heroes safe, I did my job, completed the mission—yet why do I feel so… hollow? Hawks swallowed down these feelings and moved on, scooping the students and softly pocketing them in the largest bag he could find. He had to focus on getting them back to regular size; that was his primary goal, that had been his goal from the first time he saw them in the Liberation Front's base. Pushing his thoughts to the back of his mind, he left his apartment and took off to the Commission's headquarters, taking in warm breeze rafting through messy blond tufts, trying to fly as smoothly as possible, careful not to jostle the U.A. students too much inside the bag. He made a landing in front of the main building, and after punching in his security card, he barged into the President of Public Safety Commission's office, "Got the students. Do you have the re-sizing villain?" The President narrowed her eyes, "Next time knock, Hawks," she said cooly, before sighing, "Of course, he's in the detainment room. Come with me." Hawks whistled, "Yes, ma'am!" and held the bag a bit closer; he wasn't sure what kind of man the self-proclaimed 'Size Maestro' was, but going by his villain name, his expectations were already low. He was promptly lead into an elevator and then down a long hallway, finally stopping at a room with a brick-headed man staring dully at his cuffs. There he was. The Commission President shoots Hawks a pointed look that easily told him, you're just here to interrogate him and get the kids back to normal, you got that? Hawks shot her an easygoing grin back and turned his attention back to the man; this was going to be a cinch. He opened the door and swiftly brought the students out of the satchel. The slight widening of the man's eyes in alarm was all he needed to know, but still, he persevered with the questioning. "Do you recognize these kids?" he asked, pulling up a chair, so he can be at eye-level with the man. "'Course not. Never seen them kids before in my life." Hawks quirked a brow, "Really? Well, let me just run a lil confirmation with them," he looked down at the students. "Was this the guy who shrunk you?" As expected, Midoriya and Shoto both nodded while he had to shield Bakugou with a free hand so that he wouldn't end up lunging his tiny body at the man. "Seems they recognize you, so how about we try this again," his eyes pierced into the man, pupils narrowing into slits, "do you recognize these kids?" After what felt like minutes of sitting in pure silence, the man swallowed, and finally broke. "Fine! I was the one who shrunk the brats! But only under the orders of the Liberation, they tells me that I had to, that it brought us a step closer to the Liberation of quirks," his eyes widened at this slip, and he quickly put a hand over his mouth before squinting at Hawks. "Wait, aren't ya…" Seeing the gears turn in the other man's head, the hero wasted no time; with a key in one hand, he unlocked the villain's handcuffs before pressing a sharp feather under the man's chin. "Turn them back, and then you and I will talk." Nodding, the Size Maestro prodded the students, and one-by-one, they quickly grew back to their original sizes. He looked up at Hawks, expectingly, "So you are a dirty spy that thinks he can—-" he wasn't able to finish his sentence before Hawks knocked him out with a feather blade and locked his cuffs back on. "There we go," he states, satisfied as he turns his attention back to the heroes-in-training, they were unconscious in the interrogation room, exhausted from the re-growth process, but with the aid of a few Commission employees, he brought them back into the Commission President's office. "So, what do you wanna tell their teacher and Endeavor?" The President's lips straightened in a pale line, "Must they know the truth, Hawks?" The hero shrugged, "Could just say they got captured by the League?" Her grim expression softened, pleased with his response, "Good. It would put hero society in turmoil if they were to find out about your mission and more about the Liberation Front than what has already been disclosed. For now, this ordeal will be between us." He smirked, about to retort back, but a buzzing on his headset shifted his attention, pausing for a second, he listened. Armed robbery in Kurume, some kind of electrical quirk. He chewed on the inside of his cheek, not really wanting to leave the kids until they were fully conscious so he could have more time to explain himself properly, but from the frantic squawks of his sidekick, it seemed urgent. His expression shifted, and he turned his attention back to the President. "Duty calls, tell the kids I'm really sorry about everything." She nodded, and giving one last look a the students, he closed the door. His expression darkening slightly as he left the building, he was going to have to cook up an alibi on his way back to Fukuoka for the Liberation Front. xxxxxxxx Deku shifted in his sleep, finding himself in an awful nightmare of being captured by the League and ending up getting eaten and digested by Hawks. His eyes fly open, and he finds himself in a too-bright room, with Bakugou and Todoroki still passed out. Memories flood his head, that awful dream was his reality, yet--why was he alive? He vaguely remembered Hawks releasing them, his words remained fuzzy in the green haired teen’s mind as he tried shifting through recent memories. Sighing, Deku shifts his head to the side, finally noticing the Head of Safety Commission standing over him with her hands behind her back, but that wasn't what surprised him the most, no, it was that he was back to normal again. He… he really did save us. "H-Hawks!" he turns to thank the winged pro, but he was nowhere to be found. Deku sighed; the man really was too fast for his own good.

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local crewmate done with one (1) specific imposter bird, more at nine

[askminiaturedeku]

Do you ever try to study the bellies you find yourself in? Like to try to see if their quirk has an effect on their insides?

Izuku: Yeah! It’s really cool, gross to the average person but really cool to me, like, there’s the fact that Shoto’s stomach glows slightly when he’s using his fire half (It doesn’t hurt though, it’s just gets a tad warmer!)

And after the whole...incident with Hawks, finding out he had two stomachs was  a little weird, but still cool!

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forgot to post this, lmao

prey is my bnha oc, panther/cade

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wherein trust is a scary thing (pt 2/2)

okay so holy shit this took me longer than it should have, no real trigger warnings for this chapter? aside from like one (1) digestion mention?

All Izuku remembered was darkness, green sparks of energy, and then nothingness again. Overexertion and panic rendering his body helpless as he passed out

Now, as he became conscious, and felt warmth engulf his body again, he remembered his entire predicament, and that he was alone and helpless in the winged hero’s gut, the walls reminding him where he was as they squished against him, making the student whine lowly in his throat has he weakly pushed the walls away, only for them to prod at him more

As if they were feeling for him, in some weird, unorthodox way

Or digestion was finally starting

He shuddered

Sinking into the walls, and curling up, he fidgeted with the sleeves of his hoodie, what was going to happen to him?

Looking around in the dark, cramped space. He’d noticed something

There were no acids pooling at his feet, no burning, itchiness, anything that indicated digestion

Izuku was barely processing that he was safe, much less alive

He was brought out of his thoughts when the walls around him squished him again, this time he could feel the buzzing of a voice in his chest. Hawks’ voice

“Kid? You didn’t die on me, right?” Despite the calm exterior the hero displayed, Izuku could still hear the concerned undertone in the man’s voice as a hand pressed in on him

Izuku wanted to speak, but the second he opened his mouth, his mouth felt dry. Right, it always did that when he woke up, that, and he was still fearful, he shifted and swallowed, Settling for pressing a hand against the nearest wall

He was suddenly jerked backwards. Wait, had Hawks been flying? As he felt the walls promptly squish him in response, a hum following the action

Feeling a tiny hand press against his own had lifted the concerned weight off of Hawks’ chest, and he’d now chalk down to the few hours of Izuku not moving to the poor teenager passing out from fear, and that fact still made guilt gnaw at his heart

Hopefully Eraserhead doesn’t murder me for eating his student alive

As Izuku registered his situation, he’d realized that he wasn’t...in an actual stomach, yes, there was the occasional gurgle and growl, but those sounds were muffled, sounding distant

Below him, to be more exact

Hawks’ had two stomachs, and he was in the bird hero’s first one. The smooth walls clearly weren’t meant for thrashing food around and breaking it down into chyme, more for...holding food for later

And now, the lack of acids made sense

Hawks was more avian than he thought

He yelped when he was thrown forwards, almost upside down. He threw his hands out to get his balance, not expecting the muscles of the esophagus to clamp down on his hands

His hands slipped out of the esophageal sphincter’s somewhat vice grip with a small squelch as his surroundings returned to normal

Izuku promptly swallowed down the bile that rose to his throat from being thrown around

The erratic heartbeat around him was slowing down to it’s normal, steady pace. Walls tightening around his form as if to hold him in place, to keep him from being jostled more, only, his space was growing smaller, as muscles grabbed at his tiny form, pushing upwards

Is he...is he spitting me up? Are we back at U.A? What’s going on?

Izuku’s first assumption had been correct, as with one last, muffled heave he was pushed into the taller of the two’s maw, light pouring in as a gloved hand gently grabbed him by his shoulders, his legs sliding out of the throat behind him, saliva clinging to him in strands

“Sorry about that, kiddo” Hawks said, as he wiped the drool off of his lips with the back of his hand, acting as if he just hadn’t spit a living, breathing person up.

Izuku blinked “Oh I uh...I-It’s all good” he murmured, Is it really, though?

He ignored the thought, wiping the saliva covering his hand on his hoodie, which now had been soaking up the heat of the sun

“Problem child, what’s the meaning of this, exactly?” A gruff, tired voice snapped his (and the bird hero’s attention) to his tired, annoyed looking teacher, who was glaring pointedly at Hawks, distrust rolling off him in waves

Izuku felt nervous laughter bubble up in his chest

Trying to explain to his sensei that yes, Hawks did eat him, and no, he didn’t hurt him, was going to be a task in itself

Hawks felt like Eraserhead’s glare was going to burn holes in the front of his skull, as he averted eye contact, flinching a little as the taller man gently swiped Midoriya from his hand, hand protectively cupping his student against his chest

Class 1-A hardly registered the scene that played out in front of them

Bakugou looked at a loss, he thought he’d seen it all, but seeing the no.2 hero cough up his childhood friend, who was now tiny had absolutely dumbfounded him

What the fuck?

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The Whole Being Dead Thing

(Uploading this here for those who don’t wanna, like, go on AO3 lmao)

The fact that the landlord had failed to mention that the walls of his home were consistently, bitingly cold would never fail to piss the fire wielder off

Sure, blankets had helped ease the chill that seeped into his bones in the evenings and nights, but it still lingered, nipped at his muscles

He swore he'd heard his name in the darkness of night, the voice that uttered it honey-sweet and charming

He was probably imagining things

Probably

Tonight had been different, though, Touya'd been on his way to his living room, low-budget sitcom buzzing on the television, before he felt something dreadfully fridgid brush by him, heard the faint shuffling of wings

Wait, what the fuck?

He blinked, once, twice, hardly registering the touch

Hardly registering that it was a ghost

He exhaled sharply, before striding over to the couch, he was far too exhausted for the discovery his house was doubtlessly haunted

There was that sickeningly sweet voice again "Aww, you're just gonna avoid your best friend like that? How sad"

Touya nearly choked on his spit at the sight before him

Wind-tousled blonde locks, and golden eyes met his turquoise spheres, though the man in front of him...

Was transparent, hardly tangible

Shivers rolled over the fire wielder's spine in waves

He was face to face with a ghost, and he could hardly react, as if his brain ceased to function anymore, the phantom chuckled, soft and sickly sweet “Bird got your tongue, hotstuff?” yep, his brain had stopped functioning 

“What the fuck?” was all Touya managed

“Mm, funny you ask that” the other male responded, grinning now, the look frustrated Touya to no end and he glared at the ghost. A pause, then the ghostly man continued “Well, ya see,I need energy to survive, living energy, and...you seemed like the perfect snack”

“The hell? I ain’t your snack, Casper the Friendly Ghost. Fuck off” Touya snarled, face twisting into a grimace as he glowered at the avian, Keigo’s grin grew wider “Mmh, wouldn’t be too sure about that, hotstuff”

There was a wave of the ghost’s hand, as if dismissing him, and then the feeling of falling hit him like a truck, his stomach swooped, and he...was shrinking, growing smaller and smaller in size “Are you fuckin’ kidding me, fix me right the fuck now or I swear to god-” Touya was cut off when he was hoisted into the hair by wispy digits, the ghost smirked below him “You swear to god you’ll what? Hm?” the ghost inquired, his tone was saccharine and playful

The smaller of the two huffed as he was dangled over the ghost’s face

Fight or flight kicked in for the fire wielder too late before the avian phantom had opened his jaws beneath him, tongue dripping with glowy, green drool connected the muscle to the roof of Keigo’s maw

And he was being lowered straight into the depths of it

“Whoa, whoa, wait! What the fuck’re you doing?! Put me the fuck down!” Touya started, writhing in Keigo’s grip, only for the ghost to hum and drop him within the maw fully, the transparent maw closing around him with a echo-y click of teeth, the slimy muscle poked and prodded at him curiously, green slime seeped into his clothing, causing the tiny to gag inwardly

What the fire wielder failed to notice, was that the green drool had been absorbing his energy, it only dawned on him when he discovered how weak his limbs felt, and now...he could hardly squirm against the ghost as it...he-

A loud glrk began to usher the smaller human into the ghost’s throat, Touya yelled out in frustration before the airy muscles hungrily dragged him down, he was able to see the outside of the ghost’s esophagus. Wrapping his head around the fact he was being devoured by a ghost did not bode well with him, in the slightest

A few more successive swallows, and he’d been pushed uncluttered, spacious belly of the phantom “What the fuck was that for!? You could have gotten energy without,I don’t know, not eating me!”

Keigo chuckled, pushing at Touya gently, the walls squishing around the tiny fire wielder in some uncanny way “I’m well aware of that, hotstuff, but I knew you’d be delectably squirmy! And I wasn’t gonna pass that up so easily!”

Touya groaned, giving a halfhearted shove to the walls around him, he couldn’t complain much. His surroundings weren’t suffocatingly hot or tight, they just. Held him, like a thin blanket, they were comfy and the coolness soothed the heat beneath his skin, with a huff, he settled into the weightless flesh around him. God, this was so weird. And closed his eyes, he was highly aware the avian phantom wasn’t gonna allow him out for a while...and a nap was well deserved.

Keigo smiled warmly as the tiny human settled within his belly and eventually fell asleep, allowing a few echoing purrs to roll around Touya in the translucent organ. Patting at him softly before he leaned back in mid air, allowing one hand to rest behind his head, the other settled over the smaller of the two

He was content.

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COME GET Y’ALL JUICE

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