Other An assortment of Drabbles, Mini-fics, Rp threads and such within the BNHA/MHA Universe!

[Moonreefe]

Hiya!
This is my little collection of things I have written/co-written in the BNHA Universe! As I mostly rp on Discord (which is not a safe place to store things!) I figured this would be a great place to store some of this, and potentially get feedback (and compliments ;0 hehe) from other writers out there! If you want to discuss anything in here, or get further info on it, drop me a dm!!!

I'll use this first post as an index, I hope that's alright! I'll probably update this a whole bunch. ​

Index #​	Work Title​	Characters Included/Brief Summary​
1​	Bird Boy (670 words)​	Hawks, MHA. This is sort of a character study!​
2​	Bawks (circa 1500+ words)​	A collection of headcanons and a drabble within a specific au, I'll put some of the extra info needed to understand it in there!​
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[Moonreefe]

BIRD BOY
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Careful now...careful now...the winged hero balances his weight on a lamp post, eyes peering carefully below. He was on his fourth capture of the night. His wings ached, he'd garnered a few bruises and scratches. He desperately wants to go home. But he's on a roll. He'd managed to avoid accidentally snatching one of the stupid, annoying League of Villains today. He could avoid dealing with that shithead handy dickwad and Mr. Hercules Devil. For now at least. He crouch walks down to the end of the lamp post, stretching his wings slightly, wincing as they ache. He takes a deep breath and settles himself, letting the cool darkness weigh in on him, blinking through his goggles, in night vision mode. The green was sickly, but helpful as it illuminated the target.​

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With a breath and a stretch, Hawks dives off of the pole, cool air swiping his feathers, body and gaze pointedly aimed. He's got a lot more grace and flare nowadays, far more than where he started at. He'd had to accelerate fast. It was his brand after all, even if he was...so tired. He takes too long of a blink, body protesting before he whips out his swords. In that moment of hesitation, he earns himself what will likely be a new scar. His shoulder smarts, but in a matter of moments, he's won. Though it sure doesn't feel like it. He only gives the villain a moment or two to babble about revenge and blah blah blah. He conks them in the head and waits until they go still. With a big stretch of his wings and a weary groan he hikes the idiot up on his shoulder and takes off again, dumping him at the police station, signing off on it, and finally making his way home.​

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Heroes were supposed to know their limits. It's a big thing, you learn it in school a ton. But Hawks...doesn't have time for limits. He groans as he pulls his jacket off, throws it at his sewing table. No time for anyone else to repair it. He strips out of his other clothing, shoving himself into the shower and letting warm water embrace his weary body. He scrubs at the bleeding wound on his shoulder, pouring antiseptic in it and shouldering the burn. No time for infections. Water cascades down his body, so warm he very nearly collapses in the shower, a weak moan of relief worming its way out. He towels off and stares at himself in the mirror for a moment, completely blank-faced.​

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He was a hero right? Right? The LOV wouldn't change that, he did far more good than...than...he throws the towel at the mirror and turns around, nearly stumbling to his bedroom. With a less-than-spirited jump, he climbs into his hanging nest bed, wings flopping uselessly over the sides and face smooshing into warm pillows. He needs to sort himself out, this was getting ridiculous. Even he knew that. It was hard trying to prove yourself *to* yourself when your side gig is helping a notorious gang of villains.​

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He wakes up on the floor with a headache. Damn. It didn't happen often, but it happened. He plasters a smile on his face and throws his head back to laugh. Baby bird out of the nest, time to fucking *fly*. He pulls himself up, shakes the fatigue off, avoids the mirror and gets ready. To do it all over again. Fuck him, he wasn't a moody teen. Every night was plagued with insecurities and doubts, every morning the sun came up again regardless. In his full hero regalia, jacket sewn up expertly but quickly, he yanks the towel off the mirror and gives himself a grin, a wink and heads out the door in a flurry of feathers. Time to crow for the morning.​

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After all, he had to do it quickly. Put the world right so he could rest. He was more than ready to be bored.​

 

[Moonreefe]

Bawks
(This was an application for an rp group! Thus it is not super polished or organized )
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Canon Name: Hawks​

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Personality: You ever met lasagna? You have if you’ve met Hawks. Layer after layer after layer of defenses, pretenses and facades. Topmost layer: Laidback, coolheaded, doesn’t take anything too seriously. Middle layer: Determined, slightly OCD when it comes to speed and time, obsessed/paranoid with the safety of everyone he determines his responsibility. Bottom most layer: Sharp, cunning. Vengeful, angry and disgusted at himself and the world around him. Hoo boy, but he got them jokes tho?​

Headcanons: ​

• Hawks’ full name is: Hawks. Written in what can only be ballpoint pen on his birth certificate, with a shaky hand. Birth certificate having only just met the legal requirements. He doesn’t know much about his own family or the circumstances of his birth, but after hunting for some information the closest he’s gotten is a rundown brothel in a run down town. He assumes back alley birth, he’s probably right.
• Hawks accepts, near greedily, any and all nicknames people seem fit to give him with relish. Each one is like a little trophy, bearing information he’s longing to gain about himself. While he’ll never go on a long and far journey to secure the information he lacks about his parents and childhood, he’s greedy for the new information he can filch to build himself.
• Hawks lived in a secret nook in the fields near the Todoroki family house. He'd run away from his foster home for the eightieth time, but for the time being, he was unfound and just chilled in that field. It's where he met Touya. They grew hella close, Touya convincing Hawks to go back to his home and go to school, so they could be in school together. They had a strong bond and trained together in their little field.
• The day Touya died, Enji had taken him to the field for practice. Hawks wasn't there to witnessed what happened, but their little playhouse was on fire, and he assumed Touya was inside. Rushing in without a second thought, he earned a huge burn scar on his torso and side, and had to flee once his wings caught aflame. He still believes Touya was in there and blames himself and Enji for his death. He's sworn to take Enji down, in any way possible.
• He soon attended Touya's extremely discrete funeral, stayed by his hidden grave for days. Enji found him. Numb and traumatized, he barely registered it was Enji who nursed him back to health. When he became more aware, he used his cunning to 'empathize' with Enji over it, gaining his trust. His heart, cracked and blackened, decided he had to gain society's trust as well. Thus began his climb to the top.
• Moving swiftly through the ranks, and with the burden of the secret on his shoulders and a decent working relationship with Enji, Hawks found the LOV, and decided it would be a good way to bring Enji down.
• When Touya 'died', fate blinked. The daemon Hawks had spent so much time with fled for a different master, leaving the broken man behind. Meanwhile, Hawks own soul fled Dabi, not recognizing him, and went on a search for Touya, lost and alone, just like his human counterpart.
• Hawks often goes back to that field. He’s rebuilt the playhouse, maintains it. It’s his happy place and his worse nightmare.

▻ IC Questions


Answered IC


Describe some of the people in your life:​

• He looks conflicted for a moment, though it barely shows on his well-schooled face. “It would be wrong of me to exclude him, though I won’t name him by...name. My best childhood friend, we went through a lot together. He taught me things, made me who I am today. Forced my ass back to school and got me out of living in the dang woods. Huh? No you can’t ask more about that, buzz off.” (Touya Todoroki)
• A fake smile spreads across his face, and he seems to steel himself for a moment. “Enji Todoroki, Endeavor! I look up to that guy a ton.” He seems to swallow thickly, he frames it as getting emotional, pretending to tear up. “I hope I can be something like him, someday.”
• There’s no conflict this time, he practically looks gleeful. “PRESENT MIC! That guy, oh man. Listen when a guy gets emo, needs some cheering up, they can’t do better than Yamada! Great friend, great hero, a rockin’ teacher if I’ve heard correctly.” He gives a toothy grin and an exaggerated wink.
• “Oh Oh Oh boy I got another one, my girl Emi. Ms. Joke for you fake fans. Listen, I’m a pretty laid back guy-but Emi with or without her quick can bust my gut like no one else. Go give her some love from me!”

What are your hobbies? ​

“Uhhh, other than absolutely decimating villains? Hm. Well some of the younger people (he says this without a hint of irony, despite his age) I’ve had intern with me got me pretty hardcore into some video games.” He smirks. “I’m fond of the ones where you absolutely decimate villains.” He scratches his neck for a moment. “Uh, also photography. Stuff is just...pretty from up high.”

▻Your Daemon

(Based on Golden Compass/His Dark Materials! This is a physical, animal depiction of your soul. In this group, each daemon has a few phases to it!)


Name of familiar: Maigo (Lost)


Familiar Animal:
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Red Tailed Hawk -​

Observant, responsive and adaptable, the hawk is an amazing, revered predator. Their rare ability to distinguish colour sets them apart from most birds. They are fierce, unrelenting predators. They are one of the breeds of the Hawk/Raptor genus that participate in cooperative hunting. They like to sit on high up things and watch prey. While this represents Hawks in name, it also represents his ruthlessness when it comes to achieving his goals and fighting his enemies. It also represents his cooperativeness with other heros. Most of all, though...it represents his main facade. His fitting in with heros, his admiration of Endeavor. Funnily enough, the titular Hawks in his Daemon is...the least real one. It mostly shows when he’s uncomfortable, feeling threatened or lying through his teeth.​

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Neotropical Bird Devourer -​

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A snake. Hidden in the brambles. It symbolizes his conflict, doing things directly against his own morals for the sake of his goals. This replaced something when Touya died. It came to fully be when he turned his back on his old hopes and dreams and began to focus on vengeance. (Ft right, a Secretary Bird in combat with a Snake. Fitting.) It also symbolizes his cunning, lying and the innocent bodies he’s left behind.​

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Hummingbird -​

Representing Hawks’ need to work himself to the bone to achieve his goals, his inability to stop or slow himself down. Also displays his slight ocd/neuroticism with time, always feeling like he’s wasting time (always feeling like Touya is urging him on.)​

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Secretary Bird -​

The secretary bird has traditionally been admired in Africa for its striking appearance and ability to deal with pests and snakes. This symbolizes Hawk’s pride in his ability to take down villains, and his facade in keeping this image of himself up. The facade being that he is purely a hero, hellbent on making the world safer, when his real determinations lie in his personal gains. His guilt and pride, all in one.​

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▻Audition
(A written scene to show a grasp of character and direction!)​

Closed eyes point up at the sky, letting sharp, hot rays of sunlight barely shine through to the eyes beneath. Each breath Hawks takes brings in the sweet smell of blooming flowers, the strong stench of grass, and the long engraved embers of his broken heart fluttering on the breeze. He knows he shouldn’t keep coming back here. He knows it’s a useless...endeavor. It soothed some part of him, but ripped a different side into shreds. All these sides he maintained now. He was starting to feel more like a fucking polyhedron than a person, nowadays. He’s been here too long, he can tell by the way the sun doesn’t hurt as much anymore, by the way the critters chirping and hopping around have quieted, begun to get ready for a much more restful night then he would be having. He misses the days where the scurry of little feet across his stomach, or nibbling on his ear meant anything more than a pest in the brush.


He hoists himself up, letting his eyes open to the sting of a barely woken sun. Hopping up onto his feet he stretches his wings and takes off, letting the cold, harsh wind swiping across his face wake his brain from its sleep infested grounds, taking it swiftly out of the arms of memories and putting it to use in the present. He lands in the city, pulling his wings tight against his back and heading into a coffee shop he knew and loved. Vendors of alibis, far more than ventis. He’d learned from criminals, as much as the thought pained him. Unsolved cases start with a rock solid alibi, made of limestone and handed off into the hands of an incapable archeologist. He orders his usual, barely has to get through the first word before the lady at the front finishes it for him with a wink. He gives her a shit eating grin and some finger guns, “You know me, Jiu.”


The fact that not even he knows himself quite well is besides the point. Their relationship meant only this one piece of information was relevant. Just another facade, his venti iced pumpkin latte and bantam bagels, sometimes with something sweet on the side, sometimes just that. Fuck, he came here so often they have his damn merch hung up. One of many places, too. He takes time to grin and talk and sign the occasional object shoved his way before he heads off to the next place, then the next.


At some point he can almost believe he’s enjoying it, but when they begin asking him about his dating prospects, and who’s in his life right now? Who are his closest friends? He has to excuse himself. Everything from embers to questions brought the dead to life, it seems.


Then starts his real work, digging through the gutters of the underground during his hero shift, looking for the threads, the embers of those with a similar passion for having Enji Todoroki’s head on a stick. He’s nearly delighted when he stumbles upon some lackeys, hiding carefully behind a wall.

“Yeah, got some weird thing against that flame guy, specifically.”


With a delighted grin and a flash of feathers, he goes on to investigate…


And emerges with a new goal.


He’s going to join the League of Villains.



Edit: I no longer believe this to be an accurate portrayal, watch out for the new and improved one dropping soon!

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