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𝐍𝐨𝐰 𝐏𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠: 𝟏. 𝐈𝐆𝐎𝐑'𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐌𝐄

DISCLAIMER: RATED 18+

Hello everyone, and welcome to IGOR! First off, who doesn't like Tyler? If you don't, then I got news for you!

If you've never heard of him...I don't know what to say at this point.

If you're a fan, you're now my new best friend/I have adopted you. No questions asked.

This has been posted before on my previous account, but aside from fixing the theme and spelling errors, nothing has changed. So welcome again new and old readers!

This fic has about 11-12 chapters-ish, each chapter related to one song on the album. While I tried to keep the stories long enough to entertain you guys, I didn't want them to drag on too much. I will be including the extra songs from the VINYL and such, probably at the end though, that will include BOYFRIEND and BEST INTEREST.

(Y/N) is considered to be black in this. Anyone can read, of course, but there will be things like hair texture and such that will be mentioned. Not major differences to other fanfics, because I don't want her to be a stereotype, but small things.

Hero Name: Qrow

Age: 23

Quirk: Night Wings

While not having any physical traits of a bird, her quirk lies beneath the surface of her warm skin. She can sprout dark feathers from her arms, manipulating them to do her bidding. The can range between being used as sharp daggers, or wings for her to fly.

The feathers can also turn into actual crows, or form her confidant, Queen, who manifests when she needs someone to talk to. She is known to be a stealth hero, catching most of her targets at night by using her dark wings to fade into midnight. She sometimes attacks her enemies in swarms, her crows picking them apart.

When she finds herself in a dangerous or uncomfortable situation, her feathers will often sprout from her arms, similar to how one's hair "stands on end".

I would also like to note that Shota Aizawa is a love rival because why not.

There aren't any trigger warnings, but there is definitely a smut warning.

I would also like to not that Hawks is 24. Again because why not.

Last note, (Y/N) is not innocent in the slightest, and can be slightly toxic! If you know anything about IGOR and it's extra songs...then you know why.

Alright! Now, please enjoy, IGOR!

↻ ◁ II ▷ ↺

A few months ago...

"So, what made you take interest in me?" The flashy hero gave a bright smile, yet his eyes were dim in the moonlight that reflected off of his yellow visors.

"I've always had an interest in you." I place my hand on my curved hips, confidence oozing off of me. The roles seemed reversed now compared to when I first entered the hero business.

"Why didn't you say anything?" He mimic's my stance, a smirk playing on his pink lips.

"Hawks, you know how I feel." I reply. "You told people we were friends, yet you often got a bit too friendly when ya' girl wasn't around." His smile finally drops to reveal his true feelings, a sullen expression that made my heart ache. He adjusted his wings, getting ready to take off.

"You have five seconds to tell me what you want before I leave your ass..." He mutters, adjusting his feet.

"I'd literally just follow you." I sprout my own feathers on my arm as Hawks glares at me. He then begins to count down.

"5...4...3..."

"I like you, Hawks." I blurt out, and his wings sink.

"Everyone fucking does." He kicks some gravel on the ground, muttering to himself.

"I know, and-" My confidence seems to slip. "And I know that's part of your shtick, but when you talked to me that night, years ago, I felt something." I clutch my chest as it begins to hurt. "Every time you're around, I feel something. You can't tell me that you feel nothing at all."

"What if I told you I didn't?" He looks at me with a seriousness I've never seen, never on TV or his interviews.

"Then indulge me for a bit." I step closer to him. "If I can't make you happy, if I can't make you forget...I'll let you leave me without any strife against you." I grab his hand, interlocking our fingers, and he shudders. "Just...let me try."

He glares at our hands before his expression softens. He brings our fingers to his lips, placing a cool kiss, his lips lingering.

"You know what they say..." He gives a heartless laugh, his eyes flickering to me. Those golden eyes were iced over despite their hue, and I knew I would be forever trapped in that amber. "How they come to you is how they'll leave you. You sure you wanna go into this blind?"

I take our hands, kissing the spot where Hawks lips once were. "I know what I'm doing." I reassure him.

"I've got my eyes open."

↻ ◁ II ▷ ↺

Yet even with them open, a thin film was placed over them. Hawks was right about everybody liking him. The problem was that no one loved him, besides one woman.

And by the time I came along as the second, I was too late.

↺ ᴿᴱᴾᴱᴬᵀ ‖ ᴾᴬᵁˢᴱ ≫ ᴺᴱˣᵀ ˢᴼᴺᴳ