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i don’t know if you’re still doing the yandere prompts but i’d love to see quote 35 with hawks!

Pairing: Hawks x Reader Quote: I never want to hurt you, Darling. You’re my sunshine. You just misbehave so much, I’m forced to. Warnings: predator/prey, kidnapping, mutilation, mild gore and blood, Stockholm, yandere Note: This is pretty dark, so mind the warnings.

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Your breath comes out in panting gasps as you run through the streets, away from the pro hero known as Hawks. You used to look up to him as the perfect example of what a pro hero should be, until he snatched you from the streets. You don’t even know how long he’s had you, but you know it must be a long time.

You can feel your sanity slipping more and more each day, the siren call of just giving up and letting Hawks do what he wants getting more and more powerful. You knew you had to do something drastic before you completely lost yourself.

So when you saw a small opening in his defenses, an unlocked window, you decided to take it. You climbed out the window, went down the fire escape, and started running. You haven’t looked back since, and you’ve seen no sign of Hawks. You desperately hope you have the time to get far away before he realizes you're gone.

But that hope is dashed as you hear the sound that causes your blood to run cold. The sound of wings, flapping overhead. You increase your speed, knowing that it’s futile, but too stubborn not to try. But something instantly collides against you from above, causing you to be thrown to the pavement.

You lift yourself up enough to glance behind you and see Hawks, looking at you with cold fury. The normally happy go lucky hero has let his true side peek out, the darkness showing in his eyes.

“Where do you think you’re going, little bird,” he coos at you as he begins to slowly walk towards you. “Flying out of your cage the second you saw the opportunity. I am disappointed in you.”

“Please Hawks,” you begin to try and reason with him before you’re abruptly cut off.

“You know what you’re supposed to call me, don’t you?” His tone turns dangerous, his expression calculating.

“Keigo, please don’t hurt me,” you whimper, a tear sliding down your face.

“I never want to hurt you, Darling. You’re my sunshine. You just misbehave so much, I’m forced to,” he sighs and shakes his head, his expression pained.

You start to try and crawl away, only to be grabbed by your ankle and forcibly dragged back to Hawks. He shoves you back down on the pavement as his hand goes behind him to grab something.

Your expression is confused as you see him pull out a feather, but you quickly realize what he intends to do as he rolls your pants leg up and presses the feather against your skin.

Before you have time to even make a noise of protest, he slices through the back of your right ankle. You scream as you hear a snap and white hot agony flares outwards from the area. Your Achilles tendon, your mind finally supplies, he cut your Achilles tendon.

The pain drifts away to a dull throbbing as Hawks holds your foot still, watching the blood drip down onto the pavement from a hideous looking wound, and you glance up to see him smiling at you. “I told you that you’re my sunshine,” he says softly, reaching out to cup your face. “I could have severed it all the way through, but I didn’t.”

His hand trails down your face to wrap gently around your neck, squeezing lightly before running his fingers over the soft skin there. “If I had severed it, you might never have recovered. And now, I get to take care of you for a while.” He gives you a soft smile. “You’ll let me, won’t you little bird?”

Maybe he really isn’t so bad, you think. This could have been so much worse. He could have crippled that leg for good, could have cut parts of you off like it was nothing. But he only did something that would heal eventually, and he’s going to take care of you too.

“Of course I’ll let you, Keigo.” You finally smile at him.

His face turns radiant, the smile making his eyes shine with happiness, and you find yourself glad that you put that look on his face.

“And you love me, don’t you little bird?” He pulls you in for a heated kiss, before drawing back just enough to look into your eyes as he waits for your answer.

“Of course I love you, Keigo,” you whisper quietly.

He stands up and gently picks you up, bridal carry style. “Then let’s get you home.”

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Why is Aku missing an eye?

Since I made Aku’s reference sheet, you should have probably noticed that he’s missing his right eye, as well as having a few other scars.

I realized that I should probably explain why he doesn’t have an eye.

TW: ATTEMPTED MURDER, MUTILATION, NON-SEXUAL GROOMING

So, when Aku started middle school he became friends with another kid named Riku and they became friends since Riku liked the fact that Aku could play the violin and also since Aku didn’t have any other friends. After a few months of being friends it got to the point where Aku’s parents started letting Aku stay the night at Riku’s house and this is how Aku met Riku’s older brother, Ichiro. When they first met, Aku was almost twelve and Ichiro was seventeen however they both had something in common, they both liked the play the violin. After a few sleepovers, Ichiro offered to teach Aku how to get better at the violin and since Ichiro was older and in Aku’s mind “more experienced” than him, he accepted the offer. Almost every day after school and every weekend, Aku would go over to visit Riku and Ichiro, but moreover to visit Ichiro so they could play violin together and they both became close, Aku even started calling Ichiro “Ichi-man” as a nickname.

After a few years, Aku started playing violin more publicly and so the more popular he got in school because of it. Kids at school wanted to hear him play music all the time so much so that they were even willing to pay him, so Aku and Riku decided to make use of that and would split the money that Aku made so that they could have fun outside of school. However the more that Aku and Riku were hanging out and making money, the less time Aku and Ichiro were practicing violin together. Not to mention that it had been a few years at this point and so Ichiro is pushing twenty and Aku isn’t even in high school yet and so Ichiro started to believe that Aku is was avoiding him on purpose. When Aku did come over, Ichiro would basically hog all of Aku’s attention from Riku because they needed to “practice” and that he wanted Aku to be the best at violin as he could possibly be. In reality, Ichiro was jealous of his own brother and wanted all of Aku’s focus to be on him despite the fact that he knew that it was really, really strange that he was a legal adult and he was trying to be best friends with thirteen-year-old. Despite this, Aku gave Ichiro the benefit of the doubt because he believed that Ichiro just wanted the best for him even after Aku’s parents and Riku started to question Aku and Ichiro’s relationship.

What Aku didn’t know was that at this point, Ichiro was completely obsessed with him. Ichiro didn’t feel like he could connect with anyone on the same level as Aku because no one else shared the same passion that he and Aku had for violin. He believed that the only reason that Aku is as good at violin as he is was because he taught him everything that he knows, so to see him spend less and less time with him just to play violin for other people was a huge slap in the face to him. Ichiro felt like Aku was doing it on purpose, that he was intentionally trying to trigger him by not spending time with him, hanging out with Riku, playing violin to make money, in his mind it was all intentional so Aku could hurt him. Obviously, that wasn’t true and Riku tried to tell Ichiro that they were just trying to have fun and it was nothing personal but Ichiro didn’t believe him and told him that he was a horrible brother. After a month or two, Riku didn’t hang out with Aku as much and Riku never told him why. Even though he was still pretty popular, Aku still felt lonely because his best friend was now ignoring him for no reason. Eventually one night, Aku got a knock on his door and to his surprise it was Ichiro and Ichiro lied saying that Aku’s parents sent him here to watch him since they were going to be out this night, which they were so Aku believed him.

Aku didn’t remember a lot of what happened after that, but when he woke up, he was tied up in a chair in what looked likes to be his basement, with some cloth tied around his mouth, some blood dripping from the side of his head and a few cuts on his face. Ichiro was leaning against the door with a knife already coated in some blood, his blood to be exact, he walked closer to Aku and the only thing he could process being said to him as Ichiro brought the knife closer to his right eye was, “You deserve this..” After that, Aku completely zoned out, the only thing he could process was the pain he was feeling. When he finally came to, he was in a hospital bed and his face was covered in bandages and he felt like he couldn’t breathe. He could hear his parents arguing with Riku and Ichiro’s parents. However, those words that Ichiro told him before he zoned out stuck with him, he couldn’t stop thinking about them. He believed that it was his fault that everything happened..

This was actually reality, Ichiro had tried to kill him. In fact, he didn’t just try to kill him, he disfigured him and tortured him and then was going to kill him if his parents didn’t catch him before he did it. After that night he never saw Ichiro or Riku or any of their family again, but the memories were still with him. Aku knew that Ichiro went to jail, he knew that Ichiro probably hated him, he knew that Riku was probably traumatized, but despite that, Aku was the one who felt the most guilty about the whole situation. It was him and his talent that was the core problem behind what Ichiro did, Aku felt like he didn’t deserve to be known and loved for playing violin, so he stopped, he couldn’t even pick up a violin without thinking about what happened, however, it seemed that it was to late to ignore his talent. A few months after, his parents got a letter in the mail and it was addressed to Aku. When he opened it, the letter read…

From Hope’s Peak Academy, we accept you into our school as Aku Harusaka, The Ultimate Violinist.

(From Hope’s Peak Academy, we accept you into our school as Aku Harusaka, The Ultimate Violinist.)

nosac-glave​:

Despite the droplets he flung at her, she made no move to dodge them, allowing for them to splatter across her corpse like features. Clouded eyes, once a vibrant, brilliant blue, remained steadfast in their empty gaze. He reminded her faintly of something, of what or whom, she did not know; the energetic bursts of movement were all too familiar. Perhaps he reminded her of someone else she know, long past? Whatever the reason, it was with that deep seated patience, no matter how deep one had to dig to find it, that she did not attempt to take his head off then and there for encroaching on her space.

A token of our first meeting?

She bit back a laugh at that; perish the thought. Demon blood was something she needed for a barrier construct. Tokens? Trophies? Ah, it was supposedly an accepted fact that murderers would often keep mementos of their victims. She never got into that sort of thing; why bother keeping a physical memento, when you could keep their soul instead? That seemed far more a precious treasure than say, a measly clothing item, or a physical body part of a victim. Then again, souls were only valuable to her kind and others of the like; humans and other supernatural beings couldn’t have been bothered.

“You sound childish,” she mused aloud, unbothered by his words. It was amusing in a way, and in a sense she could detect a certain likeness; both of them seemed to be detached from something. Her with empathy, and to her, he appeared to be out of touch with….probably a lot of things if she cared to dig deeper.

“So I suppose you enjoyed your consequence?” Notice that she did not ask him if he’d like another puncture; she doubted he wouldn’t hesitate to take her up on her offer. Despite having obtained what she came for, she wanted to observe this one a bit more. 

@glitchedknives​

His eyes go black, for only a moment, watching the blood hit it’s target. She didn’t duck and dive, she didn’t try to avoid the splatter at all. Curiouser and curiouser! The longer this interaction kept going, the more interested he was in the other. Anti’s form glitched, static crackling in the air around the two. A part of him wishes to get inside her head, poke around and dig his claws in, but he senses that would end with him enduring more than just a slit throat.

The demon kept close, not afraid of another attack while still being wary of the possibility. He wasn’t sure if she’d try and take more of his blood, even more unsure if he wanted her to. Anti, despite being a demon and having various knowledge of things, doesn’t know the uses of demonic blood and has zero clue as to what the other could possibly want with it. Or what plans she may have to do with it.

Childish? That deterred the demon’s train of thought, his focus back to himself. He grinned wide, neck rolling and head jerking. ❝Got a problem with children?❞ Anti laughed. ❝ Or just a problem with childish acts? Or a problem with me? Am I annoying y̨̛͘ò̴̴u͘ųu͝u̵̕ư͡?❞ Childish was certainly a good descriptor for Anti when he was like this. A preferable attitude and way of being to murderous or crazed. Of course his moods could switch in the blink of an eye.

He raised his hand, a finger trailing across the wound before pulling at the  s p l i t  in his skin. ❝Well I sure as hell ain’t complaining!❞ More blood spilled down his neck, a dark crimson that stood out against his sickly pale skin. ❝You’re not the first to do this! That honor goes to m͞͞e-̡͡͝m̸̧͠ę̸-̕me̵̷!❞ Oh how he enjoyed reminiscing about that day, taking his blade to his host’s throat. This was before he had his own physical form of course, but he sure did enjoy inflicting injuries on himself the human’s body for fun. 

Warning: !Gore!

(Yeah… It’s Danger…)