Becoming A Writer Is Great Because Now You Have A Hobby That Haunts You Whenever You Don’t Have Time

Hawks: the Good, the Bad, and the In-between on AO3

It was raining. His wings throbbed with every drop of water that fell from the sky and the fresh wounds on his back burned. The commission was not pleased with his performance. 

Keigo curled up next to a dumpster in an alley that looked too familiar, the smelly object almost protecting him from some of the rain. Curling his wings around myself Keigo wished, not for the first time, that he could have been normal. His scent, god his scent, that of a distressed omega, clouded the air around him.

Keigo detected the slow incline of the self-deprecating thoughts invading his mind: pest, not good enough, bad bird, stupid, useless, just a slut…

Bad

So bad

Bad bad bad bad bad BAD

Keigo wailed out for the whole world to hear as the words pounded in his head and rattled around in his skull. He's sorry, he's sorry, he's sorry, he's SORRY. When Keigo opened his eyes (when did Keigo close them?) he saw the vague outline of two people. He took a breath in, and smelled two alphas, two angry alphas.

Keigo whined, a high pitched disgusting sound that vibrated the air in the alley. The alphas in front of him backed up, and another person walked up. This person turned to the Alphas and made them disappear. 

Kegio couldn't focus, where did they go?

The person walked up to him, and he backed up farther into the corner of the alley (when did he get here?). The person, beta, Keigo categorized, smelled like sage and copper. She walked up into Keigo's line of vision, limited as it was. She had blond hair and yellow eyes. Her eyes were kind (and familiar, why were they familiar?). She smiled, fangs shining in the dim light of the nearest street lamp. "Hey birdie, I love your blood, but it'll get all washed away out here in the rain. Would you like to come inside?"

Keigo whined again, and the girl, (Toga? Was it Toga?) smiled. Keigo nodded, despite a voice (whose voice?) in his head telling him not to trust this girl. The girl grabbed his hand and urged him towards a door (where did this door come from? What was happening?). He entered, the girl just a step behind him. The room was empty, (it shouldn't be empty), and she tugged him towards a second door.

It opened to reveal a bathroom, and for the first time in what felt like days, Keigo saw his reflection. He took a step back in shock. He truly was an ugly omega. 

The voices in his head shouted it and he took in every detail. The large bags under his eyes, pale skin, protruding cheekbones and collar bone where it peeked through his too large coat. It used to fit him (did it?) and now it hung on his too skinny frame. His wings hung limp behind him, coveted on dirt, and grime, and in desperate need of grooming. Keigo whined again, (God, did he have to act so pathetically) and the girl, Toga? tugged him to the shower, where he stood stoic and she assisted him.

She helped him remove his jacket, and he was numb to the searing pain it inflicted on his shredded wings. He was obvious to the hiss that the girl released when she saw his back. He was mere skin and bones, ribs protruding and belly sunken, and his back was torn to shreds from his handlers favorite whip. He couldn't remember why he looked like this, or why he was punished. Was it his fault, (maybe it was). Then his pants were removed, his thigs similarly torn as his back, leaving him in his boxers and undershirt.

"Bridie, look at me." He looked at the girl, her calm scent helping him relax despite his appearance (he was nothing without his looks, just another desperate wannabe hero slut). "You need to get undressed, and take a shower, do you understand?" She was stressed, he could smell it. He nodded, he could take a shower for her, (how did he do that again?). She grinned, and said "Good birdie," and left the bathroom, shutting the door behind her.

Keigo wasn't good though. He knew that, why would he have been punished if he wasn't good? He stumbled back, crying out when his back met the shower was. He covered his mouth with his hand (where did his gloves go? They're going to see his talons!) to muffle the sound of his cries. The smell of distressed omega suffocated the small bathroom, and he slid down, keeping his cries at bay at the pain.

Keigo took a moment, then broke down into sobs. His wings curled around himself, shielding him from the world, broken as they were.

Useless 

Pathetic omega

Slut

Whore

Ugly

Stupid

Disgusting

Keigo let himself break, oblivious to the people right outside the door. 

Wicked speaks to millions because it tells an age old tale.

Two unrealized lesbians fighting over the gay theater boy who ain't shit.

AU where Arthur comes back after 1,500 years and Merlin thinks Excalibur sword is very outdated at this point. It is 21st Century and unsurprisingly sword is not the best choice of weapons, magic or not.

So, Merlin creates him lots of new weapons, and soon discovers that Arthur masters everything fast and is ridiculously good at adapting everything to fight. Because if Merlin is the greatest Warlock to ever walk on earth, then Arthur is the greatest Warrior ever to exist.

So, at one point Merlin is just having SO MUCH FUN discovering Arthur’s very OP warrior skill because this man can make everything he holds a legendary weapon.

Modern Magic People being rescused: THE King Arthur is here to save us from the evil beast! look at his shining Exca..li..bur…?

Arthur, holding a ~magical and forged by Dragon’s flame~ airfryer: DO NOT DISRESPECT EXCALIBUR #2461

Adora: My head hurts.

Catra: That’s your brain trying to comprehend its own stupidity.

Allow me to offer you all merthur fanart… referenced from La belle dame sans merci, 1893 by John William Waterhouse… I love them so much

I need to do more merthur fanart soon 🫶

Born to be a knight of Camelot forced to go to class at unholy hours of the morning

I love this idea! And to pair it with a child groomed as a weapon and nothing more would be a divine meal of angst

I love a character raised to be a weapon as much as the next guy. But what really gets me is a character raised to be a shield. Who can’t fathom being needed—or even being wanted— beyond keeping others safe. Who believe they are alive only to insure someone doesn’t die. no matter the cost. Characters who self-sacrifice not because they think they deserve it, but because no one else does deserve it, and it’s their job to protect.

Characters who’ve been told that’s why your important. Your worth something because this other person/ thing is important, and you are here solely to keep them safe.

Bonus points if it’s not a legitimate job they’ve been given. Maybe at one point it was, but now that they are free from it, they haven’t given up that mentality. No one is forcing or asking them to do this, but they need to. They need to in order to be deserving.

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