(HAD TO REDO IT cuz I forgot to allow the multiple choice 🤡)
This month's SFW poll will be dedicated to my original story UNLOCK! Can't wait to introduce you to these side characters 👀 I kinda mentioned this before, but just to remind you: Marzio is Ermes's older brother (the firstborn) and Demetra is their mother. They'll both be villains in this story, while on the other hand, Eva might as well be Ermes's only friend :')
As usual: please, feel free to vote for more than one option! 💕
Couldn't resist adding my lovebirds to my BNHA x fanfic tropes sticker set 🥺 If you're interested, it will be available on my online store in about a month! Stay tuned~ 💘
LISTEN, this is my favorite rare pair, I could write an essay on it (don't tempt me) 😩 In my mind I can envision all the range from hate sex to angsty pining because they're fundamentally two insecure bitches that cope in the opposite ways (Kiri being too nice to everybody, Monoma being an insufferable asshole). GRR I HATE TO LOVE THEM 💘
SO!! Here's the big reveal lmao, we've been so subtle about our shared enho brainrot that I'm sure none of you realized this is what's cooking 🙈😂
1st pic is my lineart, that my angel Sasha will color. On their part, they lined a gorg enho piece themselves that yours truly will be coloring (and profusely drool on). I swear it's SO good that I fear for my sanity 🥴 You can find it on their Patreon, they've just shared it as well!
But that's not all! Ya know us by now, and I guess this pose is suggestive enough to let you imagine that both on mine and Sasha's part there will be a couple of NSFW variants as Patreon Exclusives, and OH BOY, lemme tell you-- 👀🔥🥵💦🛐
2nd pic is just us going absolutely insane with outfit design and palettes all while screaming about how much these two bitches look good together 🥺 Sasha did the flame daddy and I designed the birb! This collab is simply the most fun I've had in a while and I'm so big emo (read horny) over the way everything is turning out! Can't wait to lay my grabby hands on Sasha's pieces and show you the result! Promise I'll do my best to do them justice! 🙌💘💖💞
I literally went from "I cannot even look at this man" to "Alexa play Hopelessly Devoted to You", huh
ANYHOE, as usual, it's Sasha's fault 👀 Actually, we've been working on A Thing for the past weeks and lord help me, it's too much to behold 🥴 You can find a snippet of what Sasha's been doing with their holy hands on their Patreon 💜 I assure you it's worth it 🥺
On a side note, I'm not sure if this month I'll be able to open the usual polls, but I was thinking I could draw some options that ended second on past polls or even some of the suggestions you gave me a while ago. We shall see! Have a nice Sunday for the time being mwah
NOTE: LOOK, I know I'm bordering obsession BUT 1) I've been unable to enjoy this ship for so long and now I have to catch on all the time I lost (and it's also very therapeutic 😂) 2) SASHA (@spacenipnops) THIS IS ALL YOUR FAULT, I SWEAR 3) I'm pretty damn worried that Hori is going to K word one of them soon, so Iet me live the dream till it lasts 🙈 And please enjoy this silly fic if that's your thing!!
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Somewhere along the lines, Enji convinces himself Hawks is a bit of a whore who's sleeping around with every pro hero that as much as glances his way. He has his reasons to believe so, after all Hawks is an incorrigible flirt and everyone seems eager to fall his prey.
Everyone except Enji himself, of course. He has no time to play this little game of his (though Hawks tries, god knows how he tries), and despite the fact that he has learned to respect and even admire his fellow number two, this is a side of him that Enji struggles not to judge harshly.
It’s not that he’s a bigot. But damn it, work is work, and being a hero, the best possible hero, is something so ingrained in Enji that he can hardly digest such a lack of professionalism. Isn't Hawks worried that his fleeting affairs could ruin his working relationship?
How can he be so shallow? And why, god why, does Enji have to witness apparently every single attempt Hawks makes to seduce someone? Isn't his own utterly depressing sexual life hard enough on him already, for heaven’s sake?
Deep down, he knows the unseemly sight of Hawk’s bedroom eyes shouldn’t be so aggravating to him, especially when they’re directed to someone else, and still. It stirs a whole baggage worth of emotions he’s nowhere near ready to unpack, yet.
And so he silently seethes, welcoming irritation over self-awareness, because despite how much he’s trying to better himself, that’s always been his way, his only way. If only Enji knew how far from the truth his clouded judgment has taken him.
It gets to the point that one day, during a joint patrol, Keigo feels like the time has come to correct him, because though funny at first, the old man is seriously starting to become a little too cranky and uptight every time the both of them happen on the path of another colleague.
Sure, Keigo could tone down the playful attitude a bit, and maybe bat his eyes a little less at Edgeshot who's standing before them, but c’mon, that’s his only way to vent the frustration that’s kind of literally eating him alive! It’s spring, for fuck’s sake. Endeavor-san could cut him a break.
But he has no idea of what that means for Keigo, obviously. Keigo knows as much. He’s been exceptionally cautious to not let anything slip, but it’s becoming hard. Especially when the very man who has his stupid bird heart in a chokehold looks at him in such a reproachful way.
As soon as Edgeshot ends their chat and bids his goodbye, Endeavor scoffs and huffs at Keigo, and Keigo is pretty sure the old man is on the verge of calling him out here and there and telling him he’s a hopeless fucking slut (which, welp, fine, he wouldn’t hate that much).
So, to save the situation before it truly creates a rift between them, Keigo sighs, dropping his head and placing his hands on his hips in frustration. 𝘏𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘨𝘰𝘦𝘴 𝘮𝘺 𝘤𝘰𝘰𝘭 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘯𝘵, he thinks, as his wings bat their discomfort.
"Huh, Enji-san. Not that it’s any of your business but… Well. I dunno what got into your head, but the fact that I flirt around a bit doesn't mean I'm fucking the whole hero department".
Keigo doesn’t glance up to see the disbelieving look the other is surely gracing him with. All he can do is add more quietly, as he clears his throat in a fist and scrunches his nose, like he’s actually embarrassed to admit that, in all honesty: "Hawks mate for life, you know".
Enji’s eyes widen. His nostrils flare. No, he didn’t know that. He had no goddamn idea. He stays silent, though, and Hawks fidgets a little under the weight of his gaze, with his bushy brows furrowed, cheeks flushed and eyes diverted in an uncharacteristically genuine grimace.
Enji’s flames flicker. He blinks through the heat on his face that he’s not entirely sure is coming from his quirk alone.
Hawks has never mentioned having a significant other. Enji is pretty sure he’d know, what with the fact that since Hawks moved to Shizuoka, they’ve been joined at the hip. They’ve been collaborating more often than not, and have even spent some of their off-time together.
Hawks is the closest thing to a friend he’s ever had, and surely by now, Hawks would have told him all about his life partner, if he had one. Enji also figures Hawks wouldn't be so eager to waste his evenings drinking with him if he were in a committed relationship with a 𝘮𝘢𝘵𝘦.
So, Enji concludes, he doesn’t have one. And if he doesn’t have one… The realization downs on him like a guillotine. Hawks is a flirt, he’s a player and a maddening naughty brat… but he’s also a virgin. And Enji is so, so fucking stupid.
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Enji wants to apologize. Of course, he doesn't actually do that. He resorts to begrudgingly suggesting they end the patrol at an izakaya, which surely counts as something, given the way Hawks hurls a fist to the sky in a ridiculous imitation of All Might (or himself, he's not sure).
They end up slightly drunk on shochu and umeshu, sitting on the floor of a private room, but that’s hardly anything new. Hawks is the one who usually invites him, though, and the fact that this time was the other way around seems to have put the bird in a weird high spirit.
He’s slouching, contently sipping his plum liquor whereas Enji is trying to maintain a proper seiza without swinging too much. Hawks giggles and slaps his arm with the back of a hand.
“Look at us! Ain’t it funny, the top two heroes of Japan sexually frustrated like a pair of squirming salmons”. Enji grouches. What kind of comparison is that, even? “I’m not frustrated, Hawks”.
“Sure you’re not, big guy. The last time you got laid was probably when ma boy Shoto was conceived, but ya ain’t frustrated, no sir”. Enji simply shifts in his seat. Hawks nearly loses his. “Oh my god, for real Enji-san?”. “Mind your fucking business”, he hisses through his teeth.
Hawks recovers enough to gawk at him. “You’re unbelievable! You could at least do something about your situation! You could literally have anyone you wanted!”, he stresses. Enji highly doubts that. “You could as well”, he replies just to steer the conversation from himself.
Then he pours himself another glass of shochu, feeling like this talk strongly requires one. “Have you even tried to search for a suitable…mate?”, he tries to ask. Hawks bursts out laughing. “What’s so funny?!”, Enji fumes. Here’s what he gets for trying to be considerate!
Hawks is literally on the point of rolling on the tatami floor. “I already found my mate, old man!”, he wheezes, trying his best to recompose himself, going as far as drying a tear from a crinkled eye. “Then why–...?”, Enji starts, confused.
Enji’s brows set into a deep frown. He places the glass back on the table without taking a sip. “He must not be the right person, then”. “You don’t understand”, Hawks chuckles, uncharacteristically softly. “He is. He is everything to me. I can’t imagine ever loving someone else”.
Enji's throat burns, though the liquor stays untouched on the table. “Have you… tried conveying these feelings?”, he can’t help but ask. Hawks snorts. “Have you?”, Enji insists with a glower.
“It’s complicated”, Hawks sighs, stretching his arms over the low table. “He’s not exactly emotionally available. And aside from that, he’s probably straight. Just my luck! Guess I’ll die a virgin, after all”.
Enji’s jaw juts out. “You really sure it’s him?”. “Yep”, Hawks replies, popping the P. Then he twirls a finger near his temple. “My birdbrain knows. It doesn’t want anyone else”.
Enji takes some time to study his own hands clasped over his kneeling legs. “If you’re so sure he’s your mate, you should try to pursue him”, he finally concludes. “No way! I’d rather die a virgin for real than to be rejected by him!”.
Enji can’t wrap his (admittedly buzzed) head around the whole thing. “Why on Earth are you so adamant you’d be rejected? It’s not like you to be so hesitant. What happened to the brat who said that when he wants something, he can’t help but take it?”.
Hawks gapes at him like 𝘩𝘦 is being the unreasonable one. “This is a whole different matter!”. Enji grunts, unimpressed. “You’re a pitiful sight”, he deadpans, making Hawks scoff in a huff, with a strange light dancing in his eyes.
“If I'm oh-so-pitiful, you could offer to punch my V card yourself”, Hawks sneers, giving a stinging poke to Enji's waist. Enji automatically engulfs Hawk’s taloned finger with his hand. For some reason, his mind takes longer than it should to process that he has to let it go.
“I can’t”, he mutters, eventually opening his palm. Hawks is taken aback by his tone. “I know that, I was just jok–”. “You should be with the one who’d truly make you happy”, Enji interrupts him, seriously. “You deserve as much”.
Hawks stares at him, his usually droopy eyes open wide and so golden. A pretty blush slowly creeps its way from his neck and Enji tells himself it's from the alcohol he consumed, it must be. Hawks finally lets out a shaky breath, dropping his cheek to his bent knee and hugging it.
“Not fair, Enji-san”, he says with a thin voice. He bites his lips. “This won’t do. This way, you’ll make me want to actually push my luck and court y–him”.
Enji blinks through his own alcohol haze. Then he grumbles. “That’s what I’ve been telling you from the start! Are you slow or something, boy?”.
“Can I really do that?”, Hawks chuckles, and he sounds stupidly awed. Enji wonders if the bird really drank too much. “Of course you can. He’d be a fool if he actually rejected you”. Not that he’s any less intoxicated. Otherwise, why the hell would he have said that?
But Enji doesn’t regret it that much when Hawks’ smile grows sweeter than the plum liquor he’s so fond of. “I’ll be holding on to that, number one”.
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It's a quiet, sunny morning the next time they end up walking side by side. They’re not patrolling, but coming back from a press conference. They’re both dressed in civilian clothes, suits to be exact, though Hawks has long since discarded his blazer and has rolled up the sleeves of his shirt.
The salty wind of the harbor blows against Enji’s face, bare from flames. The smell isn’t the greatest thing, but still the air is somehow refreshing, after having to bear for hours with the stuffy AC in the conference room. He still hates having to deal with that kind of thing.
He’s about to reply to something Hawks said, when his colleague suddenly takes flight and hops down the balustrade that runs over the rocky beach below. Enji calls after him, worried that his wings might have sensed some sort of peril, though the harbor seems silent and peaceful.
And it truly is peaceful, because as soon as Enji leans over the railing, he finds Hawks crouching by the sea, with his sneakers discarded and dress pants rolled up, instead of fighting within an inch of his life or saving some drowning little girl.
Enji raises his eyes to the clear sky and counts to ten before deciding to proceed without the brat, rather than jumping down himself and bringing him back by the ear. He hasn’t even walked a dozen steps when a stronger gust of wind tells him the bird has come back on his own.
Hawks taps his shoulder. He’s hovering in the hair, a hand behind his back in a childish attempt to hide something, and a tight smirk is dancing on his lips. Enji follows him with a frown as Hawks lowers to the ground, slowly, carefully, like he’s a predator ready to strike.
Enji shifts his weight on his feet and briefly ponders if he should be worried. “Your hand, please”, Hawks demands. “Hah?”. Hawks raises his empty own expectantly, with his palm up. Enji huffs in annoyance but then lays his hand over Hawk's smaller one.
Hawks lips twitch. Enji has no idea if in a suppressed smile or a grimace. And he has no time to muse on it further because the next second, Hawks is placing a perfectly rounded shard of glass in his palm. Enji is puzzled.
“What the hell is this”. “A gift”. “It’s a piece of junk”. “Ouch, Enji-san”, Hawks winches with a casual smile. But then his wings flutter just a fraction, in a way Enji has learned to decipher as anxious. Hawks tilts his head, his gaze becoming impossibly sharp. “You don’t like it?”.
Enji glances at the rounded shard in his hand. He strokes it with a thumb. It’s smooth and shiny and of a turquoise shade of blue that makes him foolishly wonder if perhaps Hawks went out of his way to retrieve it because it reminded him of Enji’s own eyes.
With a noncommittal shrug, Enji pockets it, and Hawks... simply beams. It’s a strange sight. Enji has never seen him react in such a surprised and genuine manner. He looks radiant and a bit overwhelmed. Enji scratches his nape and goes back to walking on their path.
Hawks follows immediately, resuming to yap incessantly about this and that like he always does and earning only a few grunts in reply. Something feels different, though, and Enji can't place what, exactly, as he throws a furtive glance toward him and finds him grinning like a fool.
As they keep walking, Enji distractedly puts his hands in his pockets, and his left fingers brush the odd piece of glass. If that's all it took to make his little bird so happy, he’d be more than ready to accept a whole harbor full of silly stones, for goodness’ sake.
More shenanigans about this AU, mostly endhawks because I have a one-track mind like that. Aira, don’t turn everything into endhawks challenge: failed
CW: mentions of injury. The rest is pretty much crack, a sassy Shoto, and a dash of angst.
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Enji, former hockey pro that wanted his son to follow his path, but who has now resigned to figure skating and meanwhile kinda maybe started to love the sport: SHOTO! WHY ARE YOU SO STIFF IN YOUR LANDINGS!
Coach Keigo: Oh Enji-san, I think he might have just.. trained too hard 💀
Coach Keigo, glaring and mouting to Shouto from outside the rink as soon as Enji gets distracted: YOU. OWE. ME.
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Keigo who has taken to the side Shoto after practice: Listen kiddo, I know big buff hockey players can be fucking hot, but you need to–
Shoto, blatantly nosy: Wait, how would you know that
Keigo, spluttering: T-THAT'S BESIDE THE POINT
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Keigo: Your son is a BRAT. I have no idea why I accepted to coach him.
Enji, crossing his arms and huffing: I thought that between brats you'd understand each other.
Keigo in his mind, zeroing on Enji's squished pecs: Oh fuck fuck fuck, alright, I lied, I know exactly why I accepted
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Enji, months before: SHOTO! I found you a coach
Shoto, still wary of the fact that his father decided to be supportive: You what?
Enji: He's supposed to be the best. I remember you talking at length about him when you started skating.
Shoto, scoffing: Yeah? And who would that be?
Enji: He's called Takami. *he retrieves his business card* Takami Keigo.
Shoto, choking on his soba: H-HAWKS?!
Enji, frowning at the business card: That's not how he introduced himself.
Shoto, still wheezing: Yeah, yeah, fuck, it's a nickname.
Enji: Language. Anyway, he agreed to coach you starting next week.
Shoto, baffled: He’s coming here all the way from Fukuoka? Wait, does he have a place to stay? Shouldn’t we, I don’t know, house him??
Enji: Why are you making such a fuss? He can take care of himself just fine.
Shoto: Old man... You have no idea who he actually is, do you?
Enji, puffing his chest: I know you think he's the best. That's all I need.
Shoto, pinching the bridge of his nose: He's not– He's not the best just to me.
Enji: What is that supposed to mean?
Shoto: *proceeds to show his father the video of one of Keigo's best programs, Death of the Red Phoenix, in which he broke the nth world record and looked absolutely breathtaking in his winged, flaming costume
Enji, eyes bugging out: *kinda maybe falls in love (WITH THE SPORT)
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Shoto: How did you even manage to convince him, anyway? I thought that after his back injury he didn't want to have anything to do with skating anymore
Enji: Well... I asked.
Shoto: You asked.
Enji: And he accepted.
Shoto: Just like that.
Enji: I don't know what to tell you, son. I thought it would make you happy.
Self-conscious Shoto, clearing his voice: It does. Make me happy, I guess. *long ass pause, and then* Thank you, Dad.
Enji: *suddenly feels like planting a big sloppy kiss on the forehead of this 'Hawks' for making his son say the D word
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Enji, before Shoto's first big competition: Let's make one thing clear. I'm not letting Shoto put on anything like the skimpy costumes you used to wear.
Keigo: Aww, so you looked at my old performances!
Enji the liar, who searched for all of them on his own: Shoto showed me a couple.
Keigo, wiggling his eyebrows: And ya liked what you saw?
Enji: You were– really talented. But too gaudy and scantily dressed.
Keigo, laughing: What can I say? Anything for the show!
Enji, snorting: Yeah, I'm sure all the ladies were happy about it.
Keigo, winking: Never cared much about what the ladies think of me, actually.
ACTUALLY, Enji: *might be close to getting a gay-panic kind of stroke
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Keigo, throwing a pensive glance toward Inasa, who’s waving at Shoto from the rink while he practices with his team: Mh, he’s big.
Shoto, blinking: What’s your point?
Keigo: He’s tall, big, plays hockey, and calls you SHOTO with all his might.
Shoto, swearing under his breath: Thanks, you might have killed my boners for the next year or so.
Keigo, happily: You’re welcome! At least you won't snap your spine on cock before the next competition. Besides, I have no moral ground to lecture you about daddy issues!
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Later, while Shoto is warming up as the hockey team wraps up practice: *trips on an ice cut and falls, cursing hockey
Inasa, immediately skating by his side: SHOTO! Did you hurt your head?
Shoto: *groans and hides his face in his gloved hands
Inasa, sitting next to him on the ice floor: Why are you so grumpy?
Shoto: My coach is an asshole. And we should not fuck until I’m done with this tournament. *he glares at Inasa through his fingers* You ruin me every time.
Inasa, grinning: You like that!
Shoto, muttering: Yeah, well, not anymore.
Inasa: You’re friend-zoning me?
Shoto: We’ve never been friends, to begin with.
Inasa: Okay. What about a milkshake, then.
Shoto: Huh?
Inasa: A milkshake! After you’re done with practice.
Shoto, flustered: We… don’t do that. Dates.
Inasa, shrugging: We should!
Shoto, blushing and thinking he might have actually hit his head, after all: … Alright.
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Shoto: What was that?
Enji: What was what?
Shoto: That… hug. At the kiss and cry. Between you and Hawks. My coach.
Enji, clearing his suddenly dry throat: We were just happy for your score.
Shoto, suspiciously: You aren’t banging my coach, right Dad?
Enji, who hasn’t missed the scorn in the way he said Dad: I promise I’m not.
Shoto, bitterly: Good. Because I don’t want to have to give up on him when it turns out you messed up. And we both know that's what you'd do.
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Shoto, after mulling about it for days: Let me give you a warning.
Keigo, cringing: If it’s about the hot wings at the cafeteria, it’s too late already. Had an interesting tête-à-tête with my WC, yesterday.
Shoto, ignoring his antics: It’s about my old man. Listen, don’t… put your faith into him. The only thing he’s good at is burning bridges.
Keigo: Damn, I’ve actually been putting my hopes for a decent salary on him! He better not run away with it!
Shoto, rolling his eyes: You know exactly what I’m talking about. It's been public news for ages.
Keigo, stroking his chin: Hmm, ya talking about how much of a shitty husband he was? Or a shittier father? Or about how the dork is still not able to tell a flip from a lutz? No clue.
Shoto, offended to have been taken so lightly: Don’t say I didn’t warn you.
Keigo, leveling him with a rare flat stare: Lemme break this down for you, kiddo: I wasn’t born yesterday. And I’ve already had my fair share of shitty old men. I know how to take care of myself.
Shoto, baffled and a bit mortified: I didn’t mean–
Keigo, sighing and ruffling his hair: It’s okay, I know you meant well. Now go warm up, before Daddy really decides to cut down my wage!
(Me: *slides in casual reminder that Hawks is shorter than Shoto)
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Keigo, sitting at the kotatsu in Enji's house, after one too many beers to celebrate Shoto’s 2nd place: You know, big guy, when I was young I actually wanted to play hockey.
Enji next to him, pleasantly buzzed as well: Yeah?
Keigo: Yeah… I grew up watching all of UA’s matches and dreaming of getting there myself. But my body said nope, you’ll be a puny, hot twink for the rest of your life.
Enji, against his better judgment: *snorts and knocks his scotch down
Keigo: At least I had a talent for figure skating, which I guessed was the next best thing. Then my body said nope! one more time, and I came this close to never walking again. Let alone skating.
Enji: I’m… sorry about that.
Keigo: Don’t be. You actually kind of saved me when I was in a real dark place, ya know. Gave me a new purpose and all that.
Enji, grimacing: Shoto mentioned that you didn’t want to have anything to do with skating anymore.
Keigo: Yep. But I couldn’t really say no to you, could I?
Enji, frowning: And why is that?
Keigo: When your childhood idol comes in all his buff glory and demands you coach his really promising son, a hot twink can’t really refuse!
Enji: I–I was your idol? Not All Mi– Toshinori?
Keigo, batting his lashes playfully: It’s always been you, Endeavor-san.
Enji, suddenly feeling all the alcohol he consumed: Don’t… do that.
Keigo: Do what?
Enji, swallowing: Be a hot twink, I guess.
Keigo, snorting: Ya really drank too much, didn’t cha?
Enji: Nh. Most likely. But not enough to lose the sense of what’s right and what’s… not.
Keigo: And I’m not.
Enji: You’re my son’s coach. You’re the same age as my daughter. And I just got my divorce papers.
Keigo, resting his cheek on a fist: All very good reasons for sure.
Enji: Don’t mock me. You know I’m right.
Keigo: What I know is that I’ve been dreaming about you for most of my life and now you’re here, flesh and bones and big, strong arms that could probably bench press me.
Enji, feeling his head swim: Yeah. Probably.
Keigo: And you’re also pretty wasted now, huh, big guy?
Enji: *just hums, craning his stiff neck
Keigo, gesturing to his lap: C’mere. Rest. Sleep it off.
Enji: *pauses to consider it and realizes that, to his buzzed mind, it doesn’t seem that bad of an idea* Don’t take advantage of this. *he settles his head on Keigo’s lap, closing his eyes and crossing his arms, relaxed and not really worried despite what he said.
Keigo, chuckling: Don't worry, I won't make my move on you. Not tonight. Not tomorrow or the day after. I know how much you care about Shoto. And I guess I started caring for the little rascal, too.
Enji, mumbling, just before drifting off: Good.
Keigo, whispering and brushing Enji’s face lightly to not wake him* And I care too much about you, too.
Enji: *starts to snore softly
Keigo, pressing his forehead against Enji’s: I won’t get in the way, okay, Enji-san? I promise. I’ll leave before that ever happens.
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Shoto, the next morning, waking up and finding Enji and Keigo asleep on the floor, hands overlapping on Enji’s chest: I told them not to bang. I didn’t mean they could go ahead and be all mushy with each other, instead.
Inasa, yawning and snagging Shoto’s hand himself, swinging it: But that’s the next best thing!
Shoto, lightly kicking his sleeping father’s foot: He’s gonna screw up, I just know it.
Inasa, kissing Shoto’s hand: Whatever you say, pretty boy. Can we have breakfast, now?
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Shoto, months after, while he’s helping Enji prepare dinner and he’s listening to Inasa and Keigo in the living room, arguing about hockey and more specifically about how Endeavor is (NOT, Inasa insists) the best player: You’ve been behaving, haven’t you.
Enji: What is that supposed to mean?
Shoto: With Hawks. Keigo.
Enji, uncomfortable: Of course I have, Shoto.
Shoto: Then why did he tell me he wants to quit?
Enji, nearly shouting but catching himself in time: He what?!
Shoto: Mh. You weren’t aware of that.
Enji: I–… No, I wasn’t. Maybe… he just wants to resume skating.
Shoto: You know he can’t.
Enji: *just presses his lips shut and grits his teeth because he does know he can’t
Shoto, squinting: You’re sure you didn’t do anything?
Enji, sighing: I swear.
Shoto: Well, maybe that’s the problem.
Enji, sternly: What are you getting at, Shoto?
Shoto, deadpan: Dad, are you in love?
Enji: *splutters the broth he was trying to taste
Shoto, raising his brows, unimpressed: You can’t even deny it.
Enji, with a half-hearted glare: Stop toying with me, son.
Shoto: I’m not toying with you. Just making sure you’re actually serious before giving you my what, my blessings, I suppose?
Enji: Your… blessings.
Shoto: Isn’t that what you wanted?
Enji, tiredly: No, Shoto. I don’t need nor want your blessings. This… thing you believe there is between me and Keigo, it’s not happening. Not now. Not ever.
Shoto, opening his mouth to reply but then shutting it to choose his words more wisely: How dumb are you?
Enji, outraged: Don’t you dare talk to me like that!
Shoto: I’ll say you’re dumb if you say dumb things.
Enji, warningly: Shoto.
Shoto: *steals a carrot Enji just peeled and munches on it defiantly* What, old man?
Enji, raising his eyes to the sky and breathing: Just go sit with the others. I’ll be done in a few.
Shoto, taking the carrot with him and going back to the living room: Enji says he’ll be done being a dumb old man soon. Good luck, Keigo.
Enji, roaring from the kitchen: SHOTO!
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Enji, in his car, parked in front of Keigo’s place after taking him back: Shoto says you want to quit.
Keigo: Ah, for fuck’s sake… I said I MIGHT. I’m still thinking about it.
Enji, gripping the steering wheel: Why? Are you not happy anymore?
Keigo, pressing the back of his head against his seat and closing his eyes: Enji, don’t do this to me.
Enji: I’m not doing anything.
Keigo: Yeah, that’s right. That’s exactly right. And you should keep doing that.
Enji, flashing a glare toward him: Do you think it’s easy for me?
Keigo, glaring back: Don’t give me the martyr’s speech, now. That’s unfair, and you know it. We’re both grown-ass adults and we agreed on this. I’m not going around making things difficult for you, ain’t I?
Enji: You’re not–? Christ, that’s a good one!
Keigo: Hah?!
Enji: Coming from the same man who cannot hold a conversation without flirting, it’s just pure gold!
Keigo: You–You think that’s me making things difficult?!
Enji: *stubbornly glares at the street in front of him Keigo: You’re such a piece of work, Enji! That’s me going easy on you! That’s me holding back! If I wanted to make it hard for you, by now you’d be TIRED of hearing how much I want you or how fucking much I love you!
Keigo, realizing he said too much: Fuck! Goddammit! *he leans to open the passenger door*
Enji: *instantly locks it
Keigo, stiffening with his back to him: Let me out of this stupid car, Enji.
Enji, quietly: I’d never get tired of hearing that you love me. Even if I don’t deserve it.
Keigo, groaning and dropping his forehead to the car window: You dumb old man.
Enji, sneering bitterly: Shoto said the same thing.
Keigo, releasing his grip on the door handle, but still giving him his back: Enji… it’s not only about Shoto.
Enji, raising his hand and letting it ghost over Keigo’s nape: I know.
Keigo: No, you don’t.
Enji: I know. You think I don’t see the way you look at the rink?
Keigo: *sucks in a breath
Enji: The way you walk, when you’re tired and you think nobody is watching? Or how you never wear revealing clothes anymore?
Keigo: *presses his lips close to hold back a whimper
Enji, brushing his knuckles between Keigo’s shoulder blades, where his scars lie: Keigo, I see it all.
Keigo, letting out a sob, utterly undone: I… used to fantasize about how I'd meet you, one day. At the Olympics, or at some stupid TV show. I used to think I’d charm you, with all my medals and talent. I’m not that person anymore, Enji. I’m– I’m not, I’m fucking broken–
Enji: You’re not. Come here. *he turns him by the shoulder* Come here. *he repeats more softly, pulling him out of his seat and into his lap on the driver's seat.
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Enji, after Keigo calmed down, still petting his hair and back: You know, you managed to charm me anyway.
Keigo, chuckling wetly into his neck: With my hot twink assets.
Enji, holding back a smile: Not only those. But I guess they’re, uh. A bonus.
Keigo, after stressing his own lips: I used to look way better, you know? I was more fit and my hair was longer, but they had to cut it because of the surgery–
Enji, grabbing his face into his hands: Stop. You’re beautiful like this.
Keigo, melting: I could get used to hearing that, you know. Even if I don’t deserve it *he mocks Enji’s earlier statement
Enji, bristling: That’s different.
Keigo: I think I’m ugly on the outside and you think you’re ugly on the inside. I guess we’re a perfect match, huh?
Enji, sighing and dropping his gaze to Keigo’s mouth: Perhaps we are.
Keigo, within a whisper from his lips: What about Shoto?
Enji: Shoto has been… an excuse. For my cowardice.
Keigo: You’re not a coward for not wanting to disappoint your son.
Enji: *snorts because Shoto’s default setting is being disappointed in him and they both know it* He’d be upset with me if I messed up and drove you away. I don’t think he’d have a problem if, somehow, I managed to make you stay.
Keigo: You say that like it’s a remote chance.
Enji, nodding: It’s hard to believe otherwise.
Keigo, hopeful, brushing his fingers against Enji’s lips: But you wanna try?
Enji, kissing his fingers: Yes. I want to believe I could.
Keigo, barely containing an elated smile: I’ll be cheering for you, then. Even with a skimpy cheerleader outfit on, if ya wanted.
Enji: That would leave your back exposed.
Keigo: Duh, that’s the whole point of trying hard together!
Enji, stroking Keigo’s cheeks with his thumbs: I’d like that.
Keigo, grinning: You pervy old man.
Enji: Shut it, brat.
Keigo: Do that yourself, if you’re really not a coward.
Enji, who’s not a coward after all: *finally kisses him out of his plane of existence
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Enji, through text: Shoto. I won’t be coming home tonight.
Shoto: *reads and doesn’t reply
Enji: You’re welcome to stay over. Just remember to tell Mom if you decide to do so.
Shoto: *reads and still doesn’t reply
Enji: Keigo says you can train tonight, but not too much? He insisted I tell you. I don’t get it. Why would you train now, of all times? You should rest.
Shoto: *snorts and shows the text to a cackling Inasa, still not replying
Enji: *types and deletes multiple times
Shoto: *raises a brow at the dots bubble
Enji, finally settling on: I won’t be looking much at my phone from now on. But you can still call me if there’s an emergency.
Shoto, typing hastily before he can catch himself: Disgusting.
Enji: Right. One last thing.
Enji: Thank you for your blessings. :)
❆ END ❆
Post credit Keigo, cringing: Enji, my man, my guy, my love, that smiley is just creepy
Shoto's gonna feel the sting throughout all of next week's practices 🥴
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Enji, former hockey pro that wanted his son to follow his path, but who has now yielded to figure skating and meanwhile kinda maybe started to love the sport: SHOTO! WHY ARE YOU SO STIFF IN YOUR LANDINGS!
Coach Keigo: Oh Enji-san, I think he might have just.. trained too hard 💀
Coach Keigo, glaring and mouting to Shouto from outside the rink as soon as Enji gets distracted: YOU. OWE. ME.
Let me introduce you to some very important character traits: under his cool & collected front, Ermes is a slut who knows all about dirty sex and nothing about love. On the other hand, Dario is a grumpy romantic not used to feeling so consumed by lust every waking hour. 😌 He wants to cherish Ermes, but goddammit how the filthy brat makes it difficult.
Oh Ermes, you little bitch... It's always the quiet ones, huh 😌
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Speaking of Unlock, I finished writing the prologue and the first two chapters I mentioned before! 👀 I'm just letting them sit for a bit, so that I can reread them with fresh eyes before posting them (no beta, we die like Ermes's good reputation). Next month I'll share them here in exclusive preview!! I can't wait to hear what you think 🥺💘
Fucking finally, somehow I completely got over the stuff that triggered me about Endeavor and these days I have such an endhawks brain rot that I can barely function 🙏 So please accept my humble offer!
(@Horikoshi if you kill off the flame daddy now I SWEAR TO GOD)
He was or still is in a gang and has done lots of questionable shit in his life, mainly beating to a pulp his rivals, so much that he earned himself nicknames like Blood Riot or Red Oni. Deep down he has a good heart, though. And that's why he ended up opposing his boss, after he witnessed him mistreating his child, Eri, one too many times.
Now, Angel Izuku and Demon Katsuki have to work side by side to make the scale of Eijirou's conscience tip to one side or the other. But it might be harder than they expected, when they keep getting distracted by the walking thirst trap that is their assignment. 👀
TRIVIA:
- Eijirou dyes his hair red like in canon. His black roots peak through, tho
- he's, of course, gym rat, and has no idea what actual clothes are. Only comfy gym attire in his wardrobe
- he got his teeth filed to look more intimidating: looks like a big doofus instead. But don't get him angry, or you'll see how scary they can get, snapping near your throat 😳
First take on Izuku and Katsuki for the krbkdk AU I'm working on! Their looks are still a work in progress, but I'm quite happy with this first try 👀💗
If it's the first time you hear about this solo zine project: I want to write a multi chap fic about this story & illustrate it, plus make related merch, and then print it & sell it through preorders, etc. (you know the drill). The length of the story will be around 30-50k words, rating of both story and illustrations will be M... while the more explicit stuff will probably stay a Patreon Exclusive, because you know I love ya. 😌
Well now, what do we have here? Of course, none other than a cute Angel and a grumpy Demon! Heh, what can I say? I have a kink, and it's immortal motherfuckers who don't know what to do with their feelings. 😂
I decided to recycle an old original story I was working on before Unlock for this, because the lore I came up with just fit the krbkdk dynamic I have in mind too well. 👌
To give you an idea: in this AU, Angels and Demons work side by side to guide their assigned Human through their life choices, with the ultimate goal to lure their immortal soul to Heaven or Hell. So, guess who is the oblivious himbo that Izuku and Katsuki are trying to win over with any means? 😇😈
