keigo-takamis-no-1-simp

[keigo-takamis-no-1-simp]

Ｎｉｇｈｔｍａｒｅ

DEAD DOVE: DO NOT EAT Depictions of graphic torture, vivisection, there is comfort at the end but this is pretty gross

𝙿𝚊𝚒𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐: Hawks x Reader

𝚂𝚞𝚖𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚢: Everyone has nightmares. But when you can feel exactly what's happening to you... it becomes a lot harder to handle.

𝙶𝚎𝚗𝚛𝚎: Dead Dove.

𝚆𝚘𝚛𝚍 𝙲𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚝: 1749

𝙼𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝

Cold. 

Something cold and unfamiliar pressed against my back. 

My nightmares had consisted of the same few things. Chained up or strapped down, used, beaten, rinse and repeat. 

It always hurt, always terrified me. 

But this unfamiliar feeling of cold and the inability to see… god I wish it was another one of those same nightmares. 

“I hope you like the arrangement,” That man. The same man. Always him. “I find it quite enjoyable myself.” 

Clinking of metal against metal, rubbing against leather. What was that?

“Your quirk has always been so interesting to me,” He sighed, opening something. Attempting to move my arms or legs proved to be futile. Strapped down and spread out, I was at his mercy. 

Something he didn’t have. 

“I thought to myself, ‘James, why couldn’t your quirk have been like that?’” Glass bottles clinked. “‘My healing is wonderful, but to create complex structures out of my own blood… now that would be a wonderful thing’.”

The flick of something against glass. 

“I’ve spent so, so many years trying to figure out just what makes that pretty body tick.” Metal and cloth slam beside me. I flinch, swallowing hard. 

“The one, final thing I have yet to try,” Something sharp drags it’s way up my stomach and between my breasts. “Getting up close and personal.” 

A needle digs into my neck. I let out a choked cry, a hand covering my mouth almost immediately. 

My chest grows tight as he takes it out, not bothering to put pressure on it. After a few moments, white light floods my vision as cloth drags off of my face. 

I furrow my brows. I wasn’t tired, so why did my limbs feel like they were made of lead? “Muscle relaxants are underutilized. They’re great if you take them for muscle spasms, muscle pain, but not for surgery.” 

I blinked rapidly as my eyes adjusted to the light change. My stomach dropped. Surgery? 

My eyes shot to the side I’d felt the cloth, and I froze. 

Various tools and metal instruments, some of which I’d never seen before. A vial of something, sitting beside a used needle. 

“Wha… ou oo?” The words slurred together. My head dropped back onto the table, which I could see was metal. I wouldn’t be able to move soon. 

“Pancuronium Bromide, a neat little drug. I hear it’s a great muscle relaxer.” He held a marker, slowly and methodically marking my chest and stomach. I could barely make myself look at him. My eyes were all I could move now.

“I also heard that it doesn’t quite have a sedating or pain-reducing effect,” That smile. That twisted, nasty grin. The same one before every fucking session, every beating, everytime he was sober and upset. 

I was fucked, completely and utterly. 

The snap of gloves caught my attention. I would’ve flinched if I could. His glasses were replaced with goggles, a yellow gown looking thing on his body. White latex gloves on his hands. 

“My dear, welcome to your first and last surgical procedure. I’m no trained professional, but I really can’t wait,” He brought the scalpel up to my cheek, cutting into it with a fair amount of force. “God will be so pleased to see you like this…”

I hissed, trying to lean away. But nothing moved. 

I’m not entirely sure when it happened. There was nothing, then blinding, white-hot pain. 

My mouth opened to let out a scream… but there was nothing. My eyes burned and my face flushed. Bile rose in my throat as I felt my own skin being pulled over like a blanket.

  Metal things digging inside my stomach. Pushing my intestines to the side, pressing down on my bladder- I squeezed my eyes shut as I felt urine trickle out. 

My face was wet. I didn’t realize I’d been crying. 

“How beautiful,” he hummed. I would’ve done anything to get him to stop right there. To move, to do something. To even scream. 

But I couldn’t. 

He’d taken the few liberties I hadn’t known I had until they were gone. 

I was to sit here as he tore me apart. Silent. Unmoving. 

I couldn’t fight back. 

And that’s exactly what he wanted. 

Throbbing, searing pain. Something gave inside of my abdomen. A gurgle escaped my lips as my vision blurred. He held up something red. Was it mine? 

A whirring. A saw-like contraption brought up to my chest. 

Please. Stop. 

I’d never broken a bone before. But this had to be far, far worse. 

Dull throbbing, broken by sharp stings and white-hot flashes. Pain is a word that doesn’t begin to describe it. 

My entire abdomen burned. He held up white/red items, that smile on his face. I think. 

“Even your bones are beautiful… crystals, even within them. Within your very veins. A medical abnormality.” He tossed them onto a side table. I would’ve flinched. 

Everything swam in a blur of black, white, and static. The pain ebbed and flowed. Was I losing consciousness? Had my mind decided to block out the pain, or was it so much that I couldn’t even try to process it? 

More searing. More throbbing. More stinging. 

Fire. 

I gasped as it became much, much harder to breathe. Attempting to cough was futile. Liquid built up in my lungs. My eyes wide, I desperately try to move. 

Anything. 

Even a small shift or cough. 

Nothing happened. 

The world faded into nothing as my lungs burned more and more, worse than anything I’d felt thus far. My skin flapped against my side as he moved me around. 

If there is a god, let him take me. 

Please. 

Sharp pain in my right eye. 

Finally, a scream rips through my lips, and everything turns black. 

I shot up in bed, throwing off the covers and grabbing my stomach and chest. Coughing and hacking, I curl in on myself. 

Something on my arm. I jerk away, shoving myself onto the far side of the bed. I ripped off the entanglement of blankets on my legs. 

I couldn’t breathe. 

Was I still drowning?

My breaths grew shorter and shorter. My lungs burned. 

Tears streamed down my cheeks as I grabbed at my body, trying to close wounds I knew were there. 

My skin, thrown over my side like a blanket. Bones on a table. Organs beside me. 

Blood. 

Another touch. 

I screamed, the feeling sending a jolt through my body. 

Within my haze, I could make out two red blobs, and a blonde one. 

The bed was warm. 

Warm? 

I grabbed onto a blanket I’d thrown off, holding it tightly. As if it would disappear, or my muscles would fail me. 

My skin was together. It had to have been stitched shut. 

My organs were gone, they had to be gone, I saw him take them out-

“Hey, hey– [name], can you hear me? [name]-” Something thrummed against my chest. 

I grabbed it, the softness taking me by surprise. I stopped. My hands shook violently. 

The blob turned filtered into a man with red wings. Tense, he takes my hand away. Red feathers, his feathers? 

“Angel, look at me, please,” His tone was pleading. I jerk away from his touch, holding myself tighter. 

“Please, don’t- touch-” my voice sounded miles away, removed from myself. Was that my voice? Did I sound like that?

“I’m sorry, I won’t… it was a nightmare,” Soft, gentle words. Kind. I shake my head vigorously, relishing every little movement.

“No, nonono, you didn’t- he- I-” I tripped over my words, choking on each one as it passed my lips.

“Angel, please, listen to me,” begging now, he reaches towards me. I move away, tense. 

“I died,” I whimpered, curling in on myself. “This isn’t real, I-” A sob wracked my frame. 

This wasn’t real, it couldn’t be. I felt myself let go, I felt everything disappear around me, I felt the weightlessness of death. 

This had to be a dream. 

Whatever it was… it wasn’t real. 

“Please, look at me,” His voice cracked. Shifting blankets behind me. I turned abruptly, and he held a fluffy blanket. “Try… try touching this,” He sat it in front of me. His wings were fluffed out. The thrumming on my chest remained. 

One arm still wrapped around my stomach. If I let go, everything would fall out. Everything left, anyway. The other reached towards the red and white mass in front of me. 

Soft. 

My brows furrowed. This, unlike everything else, was unfiltered. Felt real and present, not 100 miles away. I grab onto it tightly, bringing it to my face. 

A familiar scent of orange and sandalwood flooded my senses.

Familiar… this was home. 

I was home. 

This was real. 

I stopped for a moment, my eyes finally focusing on Keigo. Distraught, terrified eyes darted to my own. A soft amber, like the color of the final rays in a sunset. 

I slowly reached towards him, shaking so violently I was shocked the bed wasn’t moving too. He purses his lips, taking my hand slowly. 

“Are ya back with me, Angel..?” Soft. Gentle. Warm. 

Home. 

I threw the blanket aside, grabbing onto him tightly and burying my face in his shoulder. My hands pressed against the roots of his wings, but I didn’t move. He tensed and sucked in a breath, slowly wrapping his arms and wings around my frame. 

“God fucking dammnit… Angel, you scared the shit out of me, ya know that?” He murmured. One hand holding my back, the other held my head into his shoulder. 

I could only whimper in response. He let out a sigh, holding me tighter. “Same person?” I nodded. He swallowed hard. 

“He’s locked up tight, yeah? Miles away, nowhere even remotely close.” His voice was firm. “If he ever even tries to come within 20 feet of you, I won’t hesitate.” A dense seriousness coated his words. 

I grab onto him tighter. “Please, please don’t leave me here,” I gripped him tighter. He tensed, letting out a slow breath. 

“I won’t, I swear. Can you lower your hand..?” I immediately do so, face flushing even more. Tears and snot had to cover the front of his shirt. Shame coiled in my gut. 

“I’m sorry,” I managed, rubbing my eyes. My torso was sore, but… there were no new scars or stitches. 

“There’s no need,” He placed a gentle kiss on my forehead, a hand resting on my knee. “Let’s get you cleaned up, yeah?”

[keigo-takamis-no-1-simp]

Ｈａｗｋｓ Ｘ Ｒｅａｄｅｒ - Ｌｅａｒｎｉｎｇ ｔｏ ｌｏｖｅ: Ｒｅｓｐｉｔｅ．．？

TW/CW: (Descriptions of abuse)

𝙿𝚊𝚒𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐: Hawks x Reader

𝚂𝚞𝚖𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚢: Memories are coming back with force, and... a reminder of someone you don't want to remember comes back with it.

𝙶𝚎𝚗𝚛𝚎: ANGST and comfort! It's cute- and sweet- and sad-

𝚆𝚘𝚛𝚍 𝙲𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚝: 2616

𝚃𝚊𝚐 𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝: @marydragneell, @numblytemporary, @rainycloud858, @theplacetoputfics, @aceofspades190, @tipheeweefee

𝙼𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝

𝙿𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝙾𝚗𝚎 / 𝙿𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝚃𝚠𝚘 / 𝙿𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝚃𝚑𝚛𝚎𝚎 / 𝙿𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝙵𝚘𝚞𝚛 / 𝙿𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝙵𝚒𝚟𝚎 / 𝙿𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝚂𝚒𝚡 / 𝙿𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝚂𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗 / 𝙿𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝙴𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 / 𝙲𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝙽𝚒𝚗𝚎

  As the night passes, Keigo stays awake, attempting to piece it all together. Pulling out one of his old laptops from when he worked with the commission (That he is totally allowed to have), he plugs it in and waits for it to boot up. Touya had found the info regarding your mother getting rid of your memories… but how? 

         Was it done with a quirk, or something else? His eyes flick to the screen as it turns on. There was some program he’d gotten access to… Touya’d been good with computers, smart in way too many damn ways for his own good. Keigo sighs, logging in. Maybe in your medical records… if it’s for something like the commission, they’d probably let it go if they found evidence of his presence. After all, if a government facility is asking for them, especially one as prevalent as the HPSC- who are they to deny? 

         The rain starts to really beat against the windows, the dim lighting causing the computer screen to light up his face. Where could he start?

         That hospital- he snoops around until he figures out their system name. Clicking his tongue, he signs in under a random provider that isn’t there anymore. The password was one the commission used- and it overrode any real security systems in place. This was fine, right? It’s just opening files- not editing them in any way. It wouldn’t be traceable. It isn’t a breach of privacy anyway- Touya did it already. 

         The fucker. 

         Sure enough, your file is there. And- holy shit there are a lot of encounters with random people. He scrolls through, looking through each one. Most of these are medication refills, telephone calls to providers- then, procedures. His eyes settle on one. 

         7 year old client presenting for ECT indicated by mental instability. 

         That didn’t sound right… and the list of medications you were on was astounding. You were 7 years old, and taking at least 3 heavy psych meds at HIGH doses. Medications aren’t exactly a new thing, but… jesus christ. Clonazepam. Adderall. Trazodone. And some other med he’s never heard of… 

         He lets out a few clicks and trills as he pauses- deep breaths. This was a long time ago… and you clearly don’t want to remember these things. He can’t blame you... The meds probably didn’t help. 

         His eyes flick to the guest room. Just how much had you dealt with on your own..? How long had you been forced to deal with being overmedicated, memories being stolen, and under your mothers thumb? 

         Your sister was a character too- entitled and selfish. At least you had a decent brother… but that wasn’t enough to make up for the sheer amount of bullshit. 

         He signs out, not able to take any more of this. He can’t keep reading- he already wants to hunt someone down. He isn’t sure who- or rather who he’d go after first. You deserved better than this. Your mother had kicked you out of the damn house because she didn’t want to take care of you, just to make you forget all of it. To make her seem like… like a stern mother instead of a neglectful one. 

         It’s utter fucking bullshit.

         He tosses the laptop onto the table, lightning cracking a few moments later. He’d been an ass earlier… he’d have to make it up to you. For now- he needed answers. It’s got to be against several laws- and it’s obvious neglect came into play. Was DFS ever called? CPS? Probably not. 

         His feathers bristle as he starts to pace. He’s not angry at you anymore- he shouldn’t have been in the first place- and he isn’t sure if he really was. More… frustrated than anything. 

         Touya knew some shit. And he’d only just now come forward-

         He forces himself to take a deep breath. The last thing you needed right now is for him to be pissed off again. Did you remember when he’d given you those little gifts..? The way you made sure to have one on you at all times? 

         Maybe he could start that again, as an apology…  Your smile had been so familiar, it was hard to forget something so beautiful. The idea of not being able to see it again, especially directed at him? It was a painful thought. And, unfortunately, due to his own selfishness and whatever else, it could become a reality.

         Running a hand down his face, he glances at his phone. If he and Touya worked together, they could get to the bottom of it. He picks it up, unlocking it and opening his messages. ‘Hey. I got more info on [Name]. We should pool resources. Figure out what the hell is going on.’

         It was- probably overly professional. But it was enough to get the damn point across. He steps into his room, eyes flicking over the random shiny shit on the (probably way too big and way too stuffed) wooden shelf. You’d always seemed to like crystals…

         A flash of light streams in, hitting your face. You’re exhausted still, and the events from yesterday flood into your thoughts after a few moments of peace. A frown tugs at your lips. Keigo had been- genuinely angry with you. It wasn’t like him to blow up like that. It reminded you far too much of Junichiro- someone who would take a slight disagreement and turn it into a full blown fight.

         Sitting up, you glance over to the nightstand as thunder rumbles outside. Taking your given antibiotic, you stare at the wall. You should apologize… and sooner rather than later. He’d probably appreciate that… and Touya hasn’t changed much outside of more burns if her dreams are anything to go off of. Life goes on whether you’re present or not.

         You swing your legs over the side of the bed. Keigo and Touya… were those the kids in those weird ass dreams you’d had? It’s not until that stupidly familiar pounding in your head grabs your attention that you know it’s time to remember something else.

         “You hurt them! It could’ve ended much worse if you had gone any farther!” The small winged child- which you now recognize as Keigo- shouts at Touya. Touya seemed… frustrated, but hurt.

     “You think I meant to you dumbass?!” He growls, striding forward and getting in Keigo’s face. Keigo’s nostrils flare, and the vein in his neck pulses. He’s getting ready to strike-

         Another memory surges forward, the migraine worsening tenfold out of nowhere. You choke, grabbing your head as that white hot-pain from the cigarette flashback grows across your cheek. More images and sounds flood into your head.

     Junichiro stands above you, a dark and twisted smile on his face. “C’mon, doll, I bought it for you. The least you could do is wear it for me. It was a gift- and it’s rude to refuse a gift.” He steps closer, and you scoot back. His eyes narrow, and he sighs.

     “Y’know, after a while you’d think that you’d understand.” He yanks you up to your feet by your hair, and a yelp is torn from your lips. “You don’t get a choice. You’ll wear the damn collar if I want you to. And you’ll be happy about it.” There’s no room for debate in his words. As the thick piece of leather wraps around your throat, his smile widens. “There. See? Was that so hard?” Brushing a piece of hair away from your face and over your shoulder, he leans in.

     “I own you. Don’t ever forget that.”

         Oxygen and reality flood in like a blinding light after the memory fades. Sweat drips down your face and neck as you rest your forehead in your hand. Taking in a gasping and broken breath, your eyes focus on no point in particular. Everything is white, it’s too loud, too bright, too much. It’s too much.

         How had you forgotten him collaring you for a fucking month?

         Everything is shaking, or was that you? 

The breath from your lungs is stolen, and you cover your mouth to hide the hiccuping/gasping sounds as the feelings trickle in. His hands on your skin. The leather against your neck. How pleased he seemed. 

No- no, you needed to calm down. Holding your breath every other inhale (despite your body readily attempting to shove it out). Cupping your hands around your mouth, focusing on the breath. 

In. 

Out. 

In. 

In. 

No- 

In and out. 

In…

And out. 

Finally- you slowly manage to recuperate. These spells weren’t uncommon. But usually once the memory wasn’t fresh, it would fade…

Aside from the occasional hiccup, you could pass as decent. That was probably enough, right? Rubbing your eyes, you force a somewhat deep breath. “Ok…” you murmur to yourself, stepping out into the dining area. It’s empty, thankfully. 

Light flashes, and your gaze flicks to the windows. The torrential downpour outside is reminiscent of what it must be like to be behind a waterfall. It’s a little pretty, but it’s… better to see it through the lens of glass stories up instead of being forced to live and breathe it. 

Footsteps catch your attention. Your eyes shoot over to the new sound. “Hey…” He gives you a small smile, rubbing the back of his neck. He sighs then, letting his hand fall back to his side. He looks at you for a moment as though he wants to say something, but holds his tongue. 

Stepping closer, he guides your palms to face the ceiling carefully. 

"I, uh- I saw this, and thought maybe you'd like it?" He places a small quarter-sized red crystal in your palm without touching you directly. "I saw it and thought of you, if you don't like it-" His words tumble out, but the sight of a soft smile on your face brings his words to a halt. A light rose color dusts his cheeks.

“I- Keigo, it’s beautiful-” You aren’t sure what to do. You can’t accept this, you don’t have anything to give him in return. “I- I can’t-” You murmur, looking up at him. But his expression- he almost looks sad? 

You can’t help but falter. “I.. I can’t accept it directly,” you whisper, before giving him a small smile. It’s difficult to do, but- it isn’t as hard as it usually would be. 

His expression perks up ever so slightly. “Well- I didn’t buy it, if you’re worried about that. Maybe- well-” He hums, pausing. “Since you’re gonna be living here, then… why don’t you decide where it goes?” 

Relief floods your system. Ok- mutual decor. That’s different than a direct gift. 

“I- I’m good with that,” You nod, and there’s a small spark in his eyes. They weren’t dull before, even when he was angry. But they have a whole new light in them- like holding a gem through a strong lightsource. The colors bouncing around, the shapes and patterns refracted onto the surface below. 

His eyes are so much deeper now- were they always this mix of gold and amber? 

Your phone goes off in the other room. “Oh, shit- one sec,” You carefully set the crystal on the table. Towards the center- just so it won’t fall. 

Turning on your heel, you jog into the other room. Your brows crease together slightly. It’s- jesus, it’s early. Who the hell would call you this early…? “Hello?” You can hear Keigo’s footsteps following you- and almost sense his concerned aura. 

“[Name],” Hearing your name dragged out slightly in a drunken drawl, out of nowhere from someone you didn’t want to hear from… it makes you feel sick. 

“How did you get this number?” You keep your voice steady- but you can feel that sensation from before growing in your chest again. 

“C’mon, Doll… don’t give me that. We both know you missed me.” He sighs, probably letting out a puff of smoke. The memory of the smell brings that bubbling nausea even further up your throat. You can practically taste the bile. 

“I- What do you want..?” You take in a shaky breath. 

“Not you, if you’re thinking that,” He chuckles. “No- I wanted you to remember just how much I did for you. I gave up a lot for you to go places with me. I gave up a lot to be with you as a whole.” That familiar underlying malice comes back. 

“Then you ran. You just left, without even a word! How the hell was it supposed to make me feel? You’re a selfish bitch. And it won’t matter what you say against me. There won’t be any evidence. Enjoy whatever you have now, because you know it won’t last either. It’s time for you to wake up and stop lying to yourself.” There’s a laugh.

“Your sister was fun and all, but she isn’t like you. She’s no doormat. But I do miss the fun you and I used to have…” You can hear the fucking smirk in his voice. “You never sobbed or smiled, you couldn’t do even the simplest things. It was fun to see how far I could push you… and the hero you’re with will do the same. It isn’t going to last. Don’t fool yourself.” The line goes dead. 

Your chest is tight, and your blood runs cold. No evidence… would he go that far…?

“Who was that?” Keigo steps in, and you jump. He’s too close. Everything is too close. Junichiro was right, this is too good to be true. Keigo had just gotten angry- what if the gift was to regain your trust? What if it was just to make you complacent? 

“I- Someone I don’t- wanna talk about-” You pace out of the room. Your skin is crawling- you have to get out. 

“Wait, [Name]-” He places a hand on your shoulder- and your whole body freezes. He removes it quickly but takes your hands once he’s in front of you. “Breathe. You’re ok. What’s going on?” 

“I can’t-” You shake your head, trying to take a step back. “I- I can’t, I’m sorry-” Your foot hits something, and you fall backwards. Your ass hits the floor, and there’s a hand reaching towards you- and you scramble back. His eyes are as wide as saucers as you move backwards- 

“I’m sorry,” The words come out before you can stop them. He’s silent and still for a moment, not saying a word. Hell it’s hard to tell if he’s even breathing. 

“Why…?” He’s keeping his voice even. Gentle. You just shake your head- scooting backwards until your back hits something. “.. Take a deep breath for me, angel. Just… tell me what’s going on..” He crouches across from you. 

“I- He-” The moment ‘he’ leaves your lips, he stiffens. 

“... that was your ex, wasn’t it?” He growls. Once you nod, he stands up. “Stay here.” His wings flick out, a trill leaving his throat. “He’s… a fucking prick. Don’t listen to a damn thing he said.” He forces a deep breath. 

“I’m gonna meet with someone who can trace the call. Are you ok with that?” When you falter, a frown tugs on his lips. “... I wanna help you, but I don’t know how to do that other than… this. You don’t wanna be touched, and I’m gonna respect that. But I can’t sit and do nothing.” 

You slowly hand him your phone. “... Thanks, Angel.” He smiles a little, taking it gently. “I’ll be back. Just… rest.” 

Even if he traces the call.. It’s likely it was a burner phone. As he leaves the penthouse- you’re just alone. At least your ex doesn’t know where you are… right..?

[keigo-takamis-no-1-simp]

Ｈａｗｋｓ Ｘ Ｒｅａｄｅｒ - Ｌｅａｒｎｉｎｇ ｔｏ ｌｏｖｅ: Ａ ｖｏｉｄ ｗｉｔｈｉｎ

TW/CW: (Descriptions of dissociation)

𝙿𝚊𝚒𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐: Hawks x Reader

𝚂𝚞𝚖𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚢: Is it worth attempting to remember things?

𝙶𝚎𝚗𝚛𝚎: Angst, kind of a slow chapter?

𝚆𝚘𝚛𝚍 𝙲𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚝: 1481 (A shorter chapter, I know- but we are going places with Daber!)

𝚃𝚊𝚐 𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝: @marydragneell, @numblytemporary, @rainycloud858, @theplacetoputfics, @aceofspades190, @tipheeweefee

𝙼𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝

𝙿𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝙾𝚗𝚎 / 𝙿𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝚃𝚠𝚘 / 𝙿𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝚃𝚑𝚛𝚎𝚎 / 𝙿𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝙵𝚘𝚞𝚛 / 𝙿𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝙵𝚒𝚟𝚎 / 𝙿𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝚂𝚒𝚡 / 𝙿𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝚂𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗 / 𝙿𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝙴𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 / 𝙲𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝙽𝚒𝚗𝚎

Note: hello! I am in fact not dead! I am so sorry for the lack of posting of literally ANYTHING in a while- been working full time and I have gone back to school. With any luck, these will become a BIT more frequent.

As an apology: take a lil hint of what's to come >:)

"I, uh- I saw this, and thought maybe you'd like it?" He places a small quarter-sized red crystal in your palm without touching you directly. "I saw it and thought of you, if you don't like it-" His words tumble out, but the sight of a soft smile on your face brings his words to a halt. A light rose color dusts his cheeks.

"Keigo, it's beautiful. Thank you"

“What?” Your eyes narrow as you exhale. That wasn’t even possible, was it? Not to the degree or the amount that was missing. “That- how would they even-” Your eyes narrow. 

“... how would you even know that?” Considering everything, especially with her not seeing him in YEARS- how the hell would he have gotten that information. He scowls, crossing his arms and shifting his weight onto one hip. 

“I have my ways. Besides- when you disappeared, you really think I’d just let that go?” He shakes his head. Keigo’s wings bristle, your eyes flicking over every so often. He was still extremely pissed, and it brought a weird feeling to your stomach. His anger is real enough… but he doesn’t quite seem real himself.

“The hell do you mean, erased her memories? She remembered your name. She knows you-” He almost growls, and Touya gives him a warning glare. 

“... I did some digging. Looking for autopsy reports- and found something about experimental ECT for memory suppression. Sure enough, this pretty thing here popped up.” He gestures to you. 

ECT… where they’d electrocute people..? Would your mother do that? It… didn’t exactly seem out of character. She didn’t ever really give a damn how you felt about things. She just.. Did them at her own discretion. A sense of weightlessness starts to envelop your being.

Keigo’s glare softens slightly, and he turns to face you now- still irritated, but a little more understanding. “So how the hell do we get them back?” There’s a tightness to his tone- as though he doesn’t want to entertain the idea of Touya being right. 

“... Certain triggers, or another round of the ‘therapy’.” He leans against the wall. He looks… unsettling. Black hair, scars and piercings littering his body, all black attire- and yet, you don’t find yourself afraid of him. Yet, just like Keigo, he doesn’t seem all the way there. Like with a strong enough breeze, his form would dissipate. 

Keigo’s eyes flick over to you, and another series of irritated clicks leaves his throat. For some reason, guilt floods into your gut. 

“Fine.” Keigo sighs, letting his arms drop and his hands slide into his pockets. He clearly doesn’t believe him, or you. Frankly, it hurt a bit. You’d been honest, but his mind was made up. 

“... what if I don’t want to remember..?” Your voice is tentative- and both males glance over at you. Why does your own voice sound so weird? Keigo’s nose scrunches with disdain.

“You want to forget years of your life, even if you have the chance to get them back?” There’s a sense of… why did he still sound so angry? 

“If- if it’s bad enough that it was forcefully repressed, maybe it’s better left in the past-”

“The past never dies, princess,” Touya growls quietly. “If y’don’t face it, it’ll come back eventually and bite ya in the ass.” Something in his words clicks. Maybe it’s his tone, or the somber look in his eyes. 

Keigo’s wings twitch a little more, and he runs a hand down his face. “Matches is right, as much as I hate to admit it.” His voice is a little softer than before. The tightness in your chest that was growing consistently starts to dissipate. 

“You said certain triggers would cause the memories to come back, right..?” You aren’t sure if you want to look into this- after all, the few things you did remember weren’t great. But… having those huge holes in your memory didn’t exactly sit right with you either. 

“Supposedly. But I don’t know enough about this shit to really say much else.” Touya hums. A soft rumble of thunder catches your attention. You always hated storms… you aren’t sure when it started, but there was always a sense of dread as the dark clouds and rain rolled in. 

At least you’re inside. 

The more they speak- the more it becomes enmeshed together. Their words and syllables become soft sounds foreign to your ears. It intermingles with the rain to a point everything is just a hum in the background. The hallways, the figures in front of you… it’s all hazy. 

What was this? It’s not unfamiliar. You’d been here before. This headspace, this mindset. But why couldn’t you remember it? 

Red wings, blonde hair, amber eyes… Hawks. Keigo. Right. 

Black hair, scars, piercings, blue eyes… Touya. 

He looks at you for a moment, his lips moving with those odd noises coming from them. Was he speaking to you? It wasn’t english. You should probably say something. But how do you respond when you’ve got no idea what they’re even saying? 

Keigo suddenly turns towards his apartment, pacing off. Touya’s eyes follow him, but his lips don’t move anymore. You were more than likely unwelcome there. Touya’s eyes linger on his door, before nodding towards it. It’s oddly natural, falling into step behind him. 

He pushes open the door, and Keigo is nowhere to be seen in the main area. It’s silent, his door shut. Touya filters back in a little more, but your eyes pan down to the palms of your hands. Were these yours? They didn’t look right. 

Your fingers are too long and thin, and the creases don’t seem to go the right way. His voice slowly filters through the utter fog in your head. 

“... [Name],” It’s rough, and empty. It shouldn’t be surprising, but it doesn’t mean anything regardless. Your eyes shift up to him. He sighs. 

“Get some sleep. The damn bird is pissed but he’ll get over it.” He shakes his head, before looking at you closely. It’s as though he wants to say something- but then thinks better of it. Without another word, he steps out of the apartment. Leaving you with the odd but not unpleasant silence. 

The sound of your own footsteps sounds softer than usual as you head to the guest room. Your antibiotics sat on the table- when had they been delivered? The plush carpet is nice beneath your feet. Picking it up, you look it over. You should probably take one now, shouldn’t you?

Rubbing your eyes, you take out the amount it describes, and swallow it dry. Sitting on the bed, you leave the bottle on the nightstand beside you. 

Your eyes focus on no real point in particular. Touya wasn’t too different from before, but… if Keigo was the kid from your dream, did that mean you’d known him too? 

Your mother… it didn’t matter what happened. You don’t need to know. It would be harder to remember than to keep going like this. You were used to this, after all. Change didn’t have to be bad, but there wasn’t anything to gain by finding out. 

Flopping onto the bed, a soft breath leaves your lips. The ceilings are high, with a light grey tint. This whole thing.. It didn’t feel real. It didn’t feel right. 

Keigo paces in his room, fuming. You’d just stared at them, and hadn’t said a word. You apparently didn’t know- but he still couldn’t wrap his head around that. 

You knew Touya without even seeing him. Touya- who used to have the biggest fucking crush on you. Touya, who was a complete fucking asshole until it came to you. You remembered him. 

But not the kid that essentially saved your sorry ass. 

He groans, running his hands down his face as his wings twitch restlessly. You wouldn’t do that intentionally- that much was obvious now. But it still hurt. Trills and clicks fill his room, until he can’t stand it anymore. 

He takes in a deep breath, heading out. Touya was nowhere to be found. Neither were you. You weren’t in the living area, or the hall- so he finally checks the guest room.

Some of the anger and frustration melts away when his eyes settle on your slumbering form. Somehow, you’d fallen back asleep. You definitely needed it, but- god, had he read into everything? 

He’d felt that spark again. That stupid feeling he got when his stupid fucking bird brain felt like courting would be a great decision. You literally just got the news you’d had a miscarriage. How the hell would you feel about him suddenly saying ‘hey, I think you’re really cool, I like you a lot, maybe we can hang out or something sometime-’?

Silently moving towards you, he finds himself drawn to you even more. You were… closed off, for sure- but you were sweet, caring, and had gone through hell and back. Yet, you were still here. 

“... you have no idea how much I missed you,” he murmurs, taking in your softened features. Your laugh, your smile- they were rare, but he’d give anything to continue seeing them. You deserved to be happy- and sure, he’s still pissed. 

But Touya was right. It wasn’t your fault. 

It was your mother’s fault.

[keigo-takamis-no-1-simp]

Ｈａｗｋｓ Ｘ Ｒｅａｄｅｒ - Ｌｅａｒｎｉｎｇ ｔｏ ｌｏｖｅ: Ｔｈｅ Ｔｒｕｔｈ

TW/CW: INTENSE ABUSE (PHYSICAL AND EMOTIONAL)

𝙿𝚊𝚒𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐: Hawks x Reader

𝚂𝚞𝚖𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚢: You're too similar to be a coincidence... and the truth finally comes from an unlikely source.

𝙶𝚎𝚗𝚛𝚎: ANGST. HURT. PAIN.

𝚆𝚘𝚛𝚍 𝙲𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚝: 2485

𝚃𝚊𝚐 𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝: @marydragneell, @numblytemporary, @rainycloud858, @theplacetoputfics, @aceofspades190

𝙼𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝

𝙿𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝙾𝚗𝚎 / 𝙿𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝚃𝚠𝚘 / 𝙿𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝚃𝚑𝚛𝚎𝚎 / 𝙿𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝙵𝚘𝚞𝚛 / 𝙿𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝙵𝚒𝚟𝚎 / 𝙿𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝚂𝚒𝚡 / 𝙿𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝚂𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗 / 𝙿𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝙴𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 / 𝙲𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝙽𝚒𝚗𝚎

It doesn’t take long for your exhaustion to claim you again, and the moment you’re asleep..? 

Keigo slips away, picking up his phone and silently stepping out of the room. His heart is racing, but his mind is faster. This was real. This was proof that you’re really the person he’d assumed you were. His gut- it had been right. He’s an idiot for not connecting the pieces sooner.

He unlocks his phone, stepping onto the balcony and shutting the doors behind him. He types in a familiar number- taking in a shaky breath as it rings. 

At first, he’s almost convinced that they won’t pick up. It just rings, and rings… he pulls the phone away to hang up-

“What..?” A deep, raspy voice comes from the other end, and he quickly brings the phone back up to his ear. Unease settles in his stomach for a moment before dissipating.

“Hey Dabs, uh… I know it’s early, but-” There’s no way to say it but to say it. “I found her.” 

The line goes silent for a moment, and a dark chuckle escapes the male on the other end. “... what makes you think I’ll believe you?” He can’t blame him- it sounds like a fucked up joke. 

But it’s far from that. 

“I had a gut feeling when I met her, and- she knows your name.” Keigo just barely registers Dabi- or Touya-’s breath hitching. “She doesn’t… remember. But she had a dream and said your name. Looked you up, saw the articles where you faked your death-” 

“You’re not fuckin’ with me, are you..” There’s very, very slight disbelief in his tone. It turns into an uneasy chuckle. 

“.. ‘s she with you now?” He hums, and Keigo sighs. 

“Yeah- She’s… still weird about touch. And she still doesn’t cry or smile much.” Keigo exhales, and the line goes silent again as he mulls over his words. 

“... I’ve gotta see this for myself.” The finality in Touya’s voice sends an odd sensation down Keigo’s spine. 

The person they’d grown to care for, the one they’d been convinced was dead and buried- was back. The line goes dead. 

Keigo’s stomach twists. You knew Touya… but not him. It didn’t make sense- he’d met you first. He’d taken you in, given you a place to stay- And it’s pretty damn hard to forget red wings. Were you fucking with him? The more he considers it- the more and more it makes sense. 

The familiar way you looked at him, the way you carried yourself, how you seemed to find comfort in him when you’d been borderline delirious-

You’re fully aware of everything. And you’d been hiding it this whole time. You had to be- there’s no way in hell it’s all coincidence. 

His jaw sets and he heads back inside, feathers bristling. It wasn’t Dabi, it was Touya. Something only they would know. What was this feeling- jealousy? No, he didn’t get jealous. That isn’t the cause for the tight anger growing in his chest, squeezing his heart tighter than it should. 

You’d lied. 

And he didn’t appreciate liars. 

He’d give you a chance to come clean- to admit to pretending not to know him over the last few days. It had been at least three- or was it two? It didn’t really matter. If you knew him, you should’ve said something. Anything. 

He paces in the living room. Maybe dropping hints of the past? Where they met? If he was familiar at all? There had to be a way to get the truth out of you. He isn’t stupid… and he’d get his answer. 

It’s hours later when you wake up again, eyes bleary and… Something’s wrong. 

He isn’t beside you anymore. Your stomach sinks- and you try to force the memories of your fights with your ex out of your head. The weird feeling settling in your stomach is far too familiar for your liking.

 Sitting up, you swing your legs over the side of the bed. You still feel like shit, a little dizzy and nauseous. 

You still feel out of place walking through his apartment. Down the hall, and into the main area.. 

He’s sitting on the couch, fingers laced together and a solemn expression on his face. Your voice comes out soft, unintentionally so. “Keigo..?” 

He jumps a bit, looking back at you. You’re still pale, and you still look extremely weak. It almost makes him feel guilty. Almost. 

“Hey… can we talk for a second?” The look on your face… it’s like this is familiar. Had you done this to other people before? 

“Yeah, um… what’s up?” You approach him cautiously- it’s like you know what’s going to happen.

He forces himself to take a deep breath. Despite hating the commission for the way they trained him… it came in handy sometimes. He didn’t enjoy manipulating people. But to get the truth? 

He’ll do what has to be done. 

“I’m just thinking- we haven’t talked much about what it was like growing up. Figured since I’d be livin’ with ya, it wouldn’t hurt to get to know you,” He gives you a light grin, but there’s more to it buried beneath those amber eyes. 

This isn’t to ‘bond’, there’s a purpose to this. An ulterior motive. Not that you knew that.

“Oh, um… ok,” You swallow, slowly coming to sit across from him. The door is a few paces away- but his feathers would be faster.

“You said you were quirkless, right? What about your parents?” He hums, head tilting to the side. He’d met your sister- He hadn’t even known you had one. How much more were you hiding? 

You dip your head in agreement, finding yourself messing with your nails. “My father wasn’t around much, and- my mother… we had our disagreements, but it was relatively ok,” Despite your memories and beliefs lining up with your words, something didn’t feel right about it. Like something is missing

He hums, wings twitching a bit. “My old man didn’t want me around, and my mother pretty much tolerated me. It was… a messy situation.” He has a somber smile tracing his lips. It’s… oddly comforting to know he’s had poor family experiences too. 

Your brows twitch inward for a moment, and you frown. “I’m- sorry to hear that. If it means anything, I really appreciate everything you’ve done for me. You weren’t a mistake.” He falters.

For a split second guilt flashes over his features. It sends a bolt of discomfort through you. Was this more than just… him wanting to get to know you? Your gut was usually right- and you had a bad feeling it would be on this too.

“I- appreciate that.” He gives you a small smile. “.. you said you had some issues with your mom?” 

“Yeah, uh- she and I fought a lot. She definitely had some favoritism. But she did still take care of me, so I can’t complain too much.”

It looks like he wants to say something- but he decides against it. 

“I see… typical arguments?” He rests his hand on his palm. There’s something off with his tone. Why? Were you pissing him off? You’re being honest.. Your memory is hazy, and you have no idea why. It’s not like you’re lying to him.

“Mostly, um… she didn’t like how close I was to my siblings, but I don’t really remember a lot. It was a while ago,” You shrug, and… he snaps. Maybe it's because it’s a blatant lie in his eyes. Maybe it’s the way you said it- 

“Ok- I’ve been trying to be patient but I gotta know. Are you fucking with me?” He looks up at you, his golden eyes hard. It sends a bolt through your body. You knew that look. You knew what it meant. 

“I- I’m sorry, what?-” You exhale, trying to maintain your composure. This wasn’t your ex… this was Keigo. He’d been nothing but kind- what made him suddenly turn on you? 

“Don’t play dumb. You know exactly what I mean.” He groans, wings flaring a bit. That, mixed with the irritated clicking sound coming from him makes you flinch. 

“I- Keigo, I don’t-” You start, and he stands up, striding over to you. Grabbing your chin, he forces you to look at him. 

You immediately freeze. For a moment- you don’t see him. It’s Junichiro, looking down at you with a sadistic smile. You hear his voice- 

“You’re a shitty liar.” 

Your heartbeat starts to race. The feeling of his hands on your face, mixed with his tone and words- 

Your chest feels tight. This can’t be the same person- your head begins to throb, growing more and more excruciating-

A sudden sting blossoms over your right cheek. “All you do is whine.” Your ex snaps. In a moment of rage- you move to push him away. 

He grabs your wrists with one hand, and grips your chin. He then forces your gaze up to his. His eyes are dark. Your lips part but nothing comes out- oh god… 

You fucked up. 

“I could break your nose if I wanted to. And if you try to pull that shit again I’ll break your jaw.” Your breath hitches in your chest. It’s not a threat, it’s a promise. 

He’s touching you. Your whole body stays tense, and you can’t tear your terrified gaze off of him. 

“There’s that beautiful expression… you always look like a doll. A pathetic little thing, really,” He chuckles darkly. 

“Let me show you who’s really in charge here, sweetheart… cause it sure as hell ain’t you.”

He shoves you against the back of the couch, straddling you. Your heart is pounding against your ribs, racing faster than it’s ever gone before-

He has a wicked smile on his face. “I could always just break this pretty little neck of yours instead-” 

His hand lashes out, closing around your throat. You choke, hands reaching up to claw at his forearms and wrists. 

You can’t breathe. 

“All it would take is just a little movement. I wouldn’t miss you. Nobody would.” He sneers, leaning so close to your face you can feel his hot breath. He reaches over to the ashtray, flicking the ash off the end. 

Then… everything slows down. 

You can see it- the cigarette. It’s still smoldering, inching towards you. 

You try to wrestle your way out, but he’s got you pinned by your neck. You cough as he presses down harder, cutting off your air supply. 

Your eyes widen, and- 

A burning, white-hot pain sends your vision white, and forces a scream from your lips. He just laughs. 

Twisting the cigarette into your skin further, he just chuckles. It’s a callous, soul-crushing sound. “You gonna cry now? C’mon- let me see those tears.” His voice drops. 

“No wonder nobody likes you. You can’t feel, you don’t cry, you don’t laugh. You’re nothing more than a fucking doll. And no one is ever going to love you like I do.” He growls, eyes darkening. “This is what love will always be for you. Never forget that.” 

Your vision is going black, and you try to cough and gasp for air, but nothing comes in or out. Your grip has weakened considerably. 

He leans in and whispers into your ear. “None of this would’ve happened if you didn’t exist.” 

“Are you even listening to me?” 

“[Name]-”

“[NAME]-”

“NAME!” 

You jerk back, your heart pounding in your chest. Scrambling past him, you push him out of the way. 

Get away- you had to get away. 

He moves to grab your arm, and you whip around. His expression falls. 

“W-wait-” He starts, but you’re already out the door. Bare feet slap against the wood on the floor, and there’s a sense of growing dread. 

You were right. This was too good to be true. 

Glancing at the elevator- no. You’d take the stairs. Go through another floor, then take the elevator. Make it less predictable- As you near the end of the hall, you run into the chest of a male. 

You practically jump out of your skin, and-

“He wasn’t kidding..” A deep, raspy voice. He- he’s familiar. How is he familiar? 

The face from your dream comes to mind. “Touya..?” You whisper, almost breathless. Keigo’s footsteps echo down the hall, and you whip around. 

“This isn’t something you can just run away from.” He seethes, stalking towards you- a predator hunting prey. 

You’re trapped. 

“You know what you’re doing. You know that you’re fucking with me- you remember everything, don’t you? Where the fuck did you go? I can see it in your eyes. You know more than you’re letting on, and I’m done letting you toy with me,” His pupils are practically black. 

You take a step back, heart pounding out of your chest. You’re fucked. You’re totally fucked. 

I wouldn’t miss you. Nobody would.

No wonder nobody likes you. You can’t feel, you don’t cry, you don’t laugh. You’re nothing more than a fucking doll. And no one is ever going to love you like I do.

This is what love will always be for you. Never forget that.

None of this would’ve happened if you didn’t exist.

A voice tears you from the memory. 

“Listen- I ain’t a fuckin’ saint, but look at her. She’s fuckin’ terrified- and I’m supposed to be the asshole outta the two of us. Back off. Let her talk.” 

He growls, taking a step towards Keigo. Keigo just huffs, eyes narrowing. “You don’t understand- she said almost everything right.”

“If she says she doesn’t remember the details, she doesn’t. If you went through all that shit you woulda repressed it too. I know I sure as hell did.”

Keigo huffs, crossing his arms in front of his chest. Touya- He looks different than the kid you dreamt of. Now, piercings line the scars on his body. 

You swallow hard, your chest constricting. 

“... My memories, they- they’re all really fuzzy for the most part up until a few years ago-” Your words come out rushed, tripping over yourself as you try to diffuse the situation. 

“You look familiar but I don’t think I’ve- I’ve met you, either of you, before-” You plead, your eyes flicking to Touya’s. There’s… a bit of pain in those sapphire pools. 

“Please, you have to believe me-” anxiety and pain were the two emotions you could show.. and they were more than just visible. 

Keigo’s expression softens, and he sighs, running a hand down his face- then through his hair. “Damn it…” He murmurs, and Touya hums in thought. 

“Listen…” His voice is low, raspy and rough. “Did they ever take you to the doctors around the time things get fuzzy?” 

You nod, and he glances up at Keigo before he speaks. His next words bring a new emotion forward. 

Rage. 

“Your mother had your memories erased.”

[keigo-takamis-no-1-simp]

[keigo-takamis-no-1-simp]

I got the same fucking one- I also had an even amount with "mom come pick me up I'm scared"

~~This is how I spend my time at work instead of working or studying HFSDHFSKDHFDKS~~

did this quiz

i think its about what kid of whump writer are?

tag me if u do..

@unforgivenn @ash-reh @nuriiz134

[keigo-takamis-no-1-simp]

Ｈａｗｋｓ Ｘ Ｒｅａｄｅｒ - Ｌｅａｒｎｉｎｇ ｔｏ ｌｏｖｅ: Ｆｌａｓｈｂａｃｋｓ ａｎｄ Ｍｏｒｅ Ｑｕｅｓｔｉｏｎｓ Ｕｎａｎｓｗｅｒｅｄ

TW/CW: Depictions of abuse, vomiting, death/being shot

𝙿𝚊𝚒𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐: Hawks x Reader

𝚂𝚞𝚖𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚢: Memories come to the surface, and you find yourself just barely missing key details to remember important people from your past. You get a name... but Keigo begins to wonder just who you really are.

𝙶𝚎𝚗𝚛𝚎: Some Angst, fluff/comfort, Keigo is a sweetheart and Dabi isn't a dick for once- Also yeah we writing Dabi now sue me-

𝚆𝚘𝚛𝚍 𝙲𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚝: 2162

𝚃𝚊𝚐 𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝: @marydragneell, @numblytemporary, @rainycloud858, @theplacetoputfics, @aceofspades190

𝙼𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝

𝙿𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝙾𝚗𝚎 / 𝙿𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝚃𝚠𝚘 / 𝙿𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝚃𝚑𝚛𝚎𝚎 / 𝙿𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝙵𝚘𝚞𝚛 / 𝙿𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝙵𝚒𝚟𝚎 / 𝙿𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝚂𝚒𝚡 / 𝙿𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝚂𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗 / 𝙿𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝙴𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 / 𝙲𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝙽𝚒𝚗𝚎

“What did I tell you about talking to Megumi? To Atsuki?” Your mother towers above your tiny frame. Your heart slams against your ribs- or is it beating at all anymore? The mixture of hollowness and constriction in your chest creates a confusing, but painful sensation. 

“I… I shouldn’t, because- b-because I’ll just get them sick too..” You stumble over your words, keeping your eyes low. You knew better than to try and look up at her. The memory of what happened last time was still far too fresh. 

“Exactly. So why did I catch you in their room?” You don’t even have to look up at her to see her expression. Face contorted into something that made your stomach drop. It’s almost ironic how the thunder crashes outside following her words, rain pelting the windows.

“... Atsuki asked for my help, and-” Her hand shoots out, forcing you to look up. Her eyes- they’re darker than usual, nose crinkled in disgust at even having to touch you. 

“You do NOT interact with them. This is the third time this week- y’know what? I’m done. Get out.” She lets you go, letting out an angry huff. When you open your mouth to argue… 

Your head whips to the side, stinging pain blossoming across your cheek. Pursing your lips, you do the only thing you can. 

Silently walking to the front door, her domineering presence stays right behind you, daring you to try to stay. You knew better. She’d just grab you by the hair and throw you out anyway. 

It’s dark outside, rain already falling in thick sheets against the asphalt. A bright flash and a crash of thunder accompany you as you’re forced outside. You turn to look at your mommy- why did she hate you so much? You just wanted to help your siblings… 

“Get.” She barks, as if speaking to an animal. You turn to face the storm, wrapping your arms around your body. You should cry. You know you should. Your chest hurts, there’s a lump in your throat- yet nothing comes out. 

If only you weren’t sick. 

The door slams shut, lock clicking into place. And… you’re outside again. When was the last time you spent the night inside? You can’t remember at this point. 

Wrapping your arms around yourself, you head towards the street. The best place to find shelter was the local park… It wasn't perfect, but it was better than nothing. 

Why didn’t mommy love you like she loved Megumi? Like how she loved Atsuki? Your stomach growls, but the feeling is all too familiar. It’s become easier to tune out over time. 

Crawling up onto the playset, you find the little alcove the rain couldn’t reach. Your teeth chatter from the cold, arms wrapping around your body again. Your daddy hasn't come home in months… did he forget about you? Or did he hate you too? It’s hard to tell. 

Resting your chin on your knees, you watch as it pours. The lightning is too loud- and you flinch at every clap. You hated storms… but that didn’t matter. 

Your stomach hurt- Mommy had given you fuzzy food. It was supposed to be ok, but you’d started to wonder if it was. 

Bile rises in your throat, and you desperately try to keep it down. Covering your mouth with your hand, you squeeze your eyes shut. Cramps wrack through your body. You move out of the alcove just in time for the little food in your stomach to come up and out of your mouth and nose. 

Coughing, the next thing to come up is bile. It hurts- it hurt worse than when Mommy put her hands on you. After a few minutes of retching and gagging, it finally stops. 

Sick, soaking wet, and exhausted. This was something you were way too used to. You lean your head on the side of the wall, letting your eyes flutter closed. It’s normal for you, but Atuski and Megumi never had to deal with this stuff…

Breathing heavily, Mommy’s words start to flood back into your head. 

“If you really cared, you’d do as you’re told. I could always just leave, you know.” 

“What are you complaining about now? I didn’t have to carry you for 9 months.”

“You’re the reason your father left. No one could love someone as sick and broken as you. No one will ever want you.” 

It hurt… but she was right, wasn’t she? You were sick. The doctors said you were ok, but no matter what, Mommy would take you to another doctor. Then another. Then another. 

Once your siblings were born, she gave up. You weren’t worth her time or her stress- you were just another problem for her to put up with. 

Movement catches your eye, and your gaze sluggishly rises. A boy… he looks a little over your age. White hair, piercing cerulean eyes. Your squint. 

He shifts… into a kid that resembles someone you know. Red wings, amber eyes- you know him. You know both of them. But you can’t place their names, and you can’t quite see their faces.. just the color of their eyes.

Then, they stand side by side glancing at one another. “Your Mommy kicked you out again…?” The amber eyed kid asks, a frown on his lips. 

You merely nod, throat hurting from how hard you got sick. Thankfully, the rain was starting to let up. Thunder rumbles in the distance. 

“Mommy hates me. Daddy isn’t ever home, he hates me too..” You whisper, a familiar ache growing in your chest.  

“Your mom doesn’t hate you,” The white haired kid murmurs. “She’s mad at your dad.” You blink. That’s… definitely a possibility, isn’t it? Mommy said you were a problem. 

“It isn’t your fault.” The winged kid glances back at the white haired male. “Shouldn’t we take her somewhere safe..?” 

“It’s not our job to take in strays-” “Touya, she has nowhere else to go. She’s the same as us.” 

‘Touya’ stares you down for a few moments, and it was as though he were picking you apart with his gaze alone. That name… it’s familiar. You knew that name. 

“Fine. But don’t make a habit of this-” His nose scrunches as he turns away. There’s a burn on his arm… 

“You’re hurt…” You murmur, brows furrowing. He scoffs. “Yeah- I’ll be fine. Happens all the time.” 

Your eyes flick to the winged kid- you still can’t place his name. He gives you a small smile. 

“C’mon… we know a place.” 

You were weaker than you thought. It was difficult to keep up, but you pushed yourself. Touya didn’t seem to like you, but at least he would tolerate you. That was more than you could say for most people. 

You’re pretty sure Touya said the other kids name, but it always sounded muffled and garbled. Like a scratched CD.

He and the winged kid acted similar to brothers, in a sense. It’s odd how despite always being tossed aside, always being forgotten and abandoned- for the first time in far too long you felt a new feeling in your chest. 

Warmth. 

Despite Touya obviously not wanting you around, you still felt more wanted by him than you did by your own mother. Which, frankly, was more than enough for you. 

“We ain’t gonna drag you there, keep up or you’ll get left behind.” He glances back at you, though there’s no malice in his eyes. 

“Where are we going..?” Your voice is much smaller than both of theirs, and the boy with amber eyes gives you a small smile. 

“Barney here found a place he likes to go when he wants to get away from everything.” He chuckles, and immediately gets a glare from Touya. 

“I told you not to call me that, bird brain-” 

A smile tugs at your lips, and for a split second- you swear both of their cheeks flush. “Damnit-” Touya murmurs to himself. 

Your stomach still hurts, but… there’s nothing to come up anymore. For some reason, that’s oddly comforting. Mommy couldn’t hurt you out here… with them. You’d never had friends before, but the boy with amber eyes was the closest you’d gotten. Maybe things can change… 

The next time you’re locked out of the house, you find yourself walking down the asphalt. In an attempt to retrace your steps, your eyes take in the buildings around you. Nothing looks familiar. 

You sigh, a frown on your lips. Another little girl approaches you, eyes wide and brows furrowed. “Hey! What are you doing outside? You’re gonna get sick!” She’s dressed well, and she’s really pretty. Similar hair and eyes to yours, and about your height too. 

You vaguely recall someone saying everyone has a twin. She definitely looked a lot like you. You’d seen her around a lot- she gave you food sometimes, and braided your hair. She never made you feel like a stray… unlike most of the other people you’d met. 

“My daddy said you’re outside a lot. Are you ok?” She looks… concerned? Why? You’re technically a stranger. You also probably look gross… but she didn’t seem to care. It’s funny- almost everyone you meet outside is nicer than Mommy. 

A man approaches both of you- dark hair, pale skin, and glowing green eyes. Your instincts scream to run- 

There’s a bang. 

For a few short moments, time slows down. 

The girl falls to the ground, and she’s barely breathing. 

As soon as her body hits the asphalt, a sharp pain grips your body like a vice. 

Your hands fly to the site, immediately feeling a warm liquid. It’s hard to breathe, your chest is tight. 

Coughing and sputtering, more warm liquid comes from your mouth. There’s a distinct metallic taste on your lips. 

He reaches forward, grabbing your hair. “Took me long enough to find you… a pathetic little thing, you are.” He throws you to the ground, and your shoulder slams into it- followed by a sharp crack. 

Your head is spinning. What were you supposed to do…? Another male’s voice filters in, and as your eyes flutter closed. 

Pain swallows you whole, crashing into you like waves. It fills your lungs, choking you until there’s nothing but agony. 

Was this how you died? On the streets, practically alone, and left to rot..?

There’s a faint sensation of hands picking you up- a cry of discomfort escapes you, and he shushes you gently. “It’s ok- you’re gonna be ok- I gotcha-” He murmurs. 

Dark brown eyes, long back hair, and yellow goggles around the neck… He should be scary. Unknown hands, unknown touch- it should make you want to fight back. 

But as you drift off, all that comes to mind is that you’re safe. For the first time in months… 

You’re safe. 

Your eyes flutter open. Your cheeks flush a little when you realize you’re… oh god, you’re almost right up against Keigo. One of his wings draped over your side, ensuring you stay warm. He isn’t touching you outright… just his wing. 

He looks… so familiar. The markings on his eyes, the wings, his hair… You take in his features. 

He couldn’t be the kid from your dream right..?

A soft, husky chuckle comes from his lips, hooded golden eyes looking down at you with a gentleness you’re unaccustomed to. 

“... see somethin’ y’like..?” He hums, mirth lacing his half-asleep tone. Your cheeks flush more, and you open your lips to speak- and nothing comes out. A playful, almost cocky grin tugs at his lips at your lack of response, especially when you just shake your head.

The name from your dream comes back- and you glance up, brows furrowing. “Where’s my phone..?” He hums, a feather bringing it from the other room. 

“Stayed with your stuff from the hospital.” He yawns, wings stretching out. You take your phone carefully, and immediately go to search the kids name. “Touya..” You murmur to yourself- and somehow, you miss how his body goes ramrod straight. He’s not tired anymore- his heart is beating out of his chest. 

“Hey- uh- what was that?” He feigns the sleepiness in his voice- the commission’s acting lessons actually paid off. 

“Something I heard in a dream… ‘s probably nothing,” You murmur, and- oh god. 

Touya Todoroki was killed at a young age due to a forest fire… and there were no remains found. 

Of course… you’d probably heard about it and it was just a name your mind decided to use. Dreams were just- mixed up imagery, names, and memories, right?

Keigo’s stomach churned. You remembered Dabi- before he became a monster. Way before the reformation. He makes a mental note to message him and ask about their friend from childhood… because the more and more he heard, the more and more you looked like her. Sounded like her. 

But she had died- so something wasn’t adding up. 

Who the hell are you really?

[keigo-takamis-no-1-simp]

Ｈａｗｋｓ Ｘ Ｒｅａｄｅｒ - Ｌｅａｒｎｉｎｇ ｔｏ ｌｏｖｅ: Ｙｏｕ ａｒｅｎ＇ｔ ａｎ ｉｎｃｏｎｖｉｎｅｎｃｅ

TW/CW: Depictions of abuse (much lighter than the last chapter-)

𝙿𝚊𝚒𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐: Hawks x Reader

𝚂𝚞𝚖𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚢: Touch is slowly becoming something you're ok with when it comes to Keigo.. and you're starting to wonder if there's more to this than you thought. Funnily enough, he's starting to feel the same way about you.

𝙶𝚎𝚗𝚛𝚎: Big comfort <3 slight angst

𝚆𝚘𝚛𝚍 𝙲𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚝: 2298

𝚃𝚊𝚐 𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝: @marydragneell, @numblytemporary, @rainycloud858, @theplacetoputfics

𝙼𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝

𝙿𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝙾𝚗𝚎 / 𝙿𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝚃𝚠𝚘 / 𝙿𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝚃𝚑𝚛𝚎𝚎 / 𝙿𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝙵𝚘𝚞𝚛 / 𝙿𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝙵𝚒𝚟𝚎 / 𝙿𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝚂𝚒𝚡 / 𝙿𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝚂𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗 / 𝙿𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝙴𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 / 𝙲𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝙽𝚒𝚗𝚎

“After running some tests, we’ve determined [Name] was going septic, triggered by a minor flu. The miscarriage was only a day or two ago. Had she not come in sooner, she may have been in a lot more trouble.” The doctor reads over the chart, a calming expression on his face. You purse your lips. 

Keigo glances over at you. “Thank you, sir. How long do you think she’ll need to be here?” He didn’t like how sterile everything was. The antiseptic smell. Sure, that’s needed in a hospital setting, but it reminded him far too much of a darker time in his life. 

“Oh, she should be discharged by this afternoon. As of now, it’s mostly just surveillance. Ensuring her condition is stable, that sort of thing. You’ll be taking ciprofloxacin four times a day- a pretty common antibiotic. Of course, if you have any questions or concerns, don’t hesitate to shoot us a call.” He gives you and Keigo a friendly smile. He seemed familiar, too- though, you can’t place the fact or name either.

“As for recommendations, I’d take showers instead of baths, keep the area clean, avoid insertion of any objects including tampons, take your medicine as prescribed until it’s gone, return to your routine when you feel ready, and please, avoid pushing yourself too hard. Your body needs to recover.” He emphasizes the need to be gentle with your body. 

Keigo is handed the packet of written instructions, unsurprisingly skimming over everything thoroughly. Not just the highlighted bits. Your head still feels kinda fuzzy, but apparently the fluids would help with that. 

“We’ll be discharging you here in roughly 5 hours, if all goes well. Hit the call light if you need anything.” The doctor bows politely, and Keigo gives him a polite smile. Once he leaves- Keigo turns to you. 

“.. are you doing alright? I know this is- a lot, to say the least.” His voice is gentle- Something I don’t deserve, you think to yourself. 

“Yeah, I uh- I’m sorry for dragging you into all of this. I’m sure the last thing you were expecting when you told my brother ‘yes’ was- well-” You gesture to the room. He chuckles a bit, sweeping his hair back. 

“Maybe, but keep in mind, I save people for a living, pretty girl. This isn’t some crazy thing I can’t handle. I’m just glad you’re ok,” He admits, resting his elbows on his knees again. 

“I just know I was kinda dumped on you without any real warning or precautions before-” 

“[Name], if it was an issue I would’ve found you a job and a place to live.” He’s a little firm, though there’s something in his eyes you can’t quite place. “Honestly- I appreciate the company. Sure, it’s a little inconvenient, but most things that are worth it are at first. You don’t need to apologize for existing.” 

His words take you off guard, and you blink. Was… that what you were doing? Being quirkless, you’d always gotten the impression your mere existence was a problem- a mistake in the greater scheme that is the world. A burden. 

He takes in your silence with a sad smile. He knew how averse you were to touch. But in this moment, he wanted nothing more than to give you some sort of physical comfort. 

“It’s ok to need help. And besides, something tells me you aren’t like this all the time. You’ve had pretty shitty luck the past few days. It happens. Can’t change the past, but- we can decide the future.” He pauses. 

“Ok I’m done with the poetic stuff. Seriously- no worries.” He chuckles again, and you find a ghost of a smile tracing your lips. Smiling was still such… an odd, unfamiliar feeling. You weren’t sure if you’d ever get used to it. 

“Thank you, Keigo,” You dip your head a bit, and he mirrors your movement. He wouldn’t admit it, but… he really didn’t mind this sort of thing. You were someone special to Atuski, and- honestly you’re a kind person who’s been through god knows what. You deserved something positive in your life. 

And, if that could just so happen to be him? He definitely wouldn’t be complaining anytime soon. 

They discharge you early, mostly due to you being able to eat, keep it down, and being able to walk on your own. After reinforcing discharge instructions, they finally let you leave. Keigo definitely seemed to be content with it- maybe he hated the environment as much as you did. 

You couldn’t bring yourself to ask about your chart. The mere idea caused a pit to form in your stomach. You knew your mother better than that. Sure, she could be awful at times, but that’s just- a parent being a parent. 

Your fights, arguments- they were just disagreements. Nothing more than that. She wouldn’t have hurt you. Not like that.

You shake your head to pull yourself out of your thoughts before one of those stupid migraines comes on. At this rate, who knows what could cause one.. Keigo glances at you, one of his wings behind you to help guide you if need be. He didn’t come off as a- protective person, per se- but you’ve never had someone willingly take care of you. Usually, you’re the one doing that- and once you need help? They just leave. 

It’s a nice change of pace. 

“Alright- so, I flew you here, so I don’t really have any other way of taking us back unless you’d rather take a train or cab,” He scratches the back of his neck, leaning back slightly as he speaks. You blink. His eyes are so pretty… 

Then, you realize he’s asking what you want to do. “O-oh, uh-” What’s most convenient for him..? Flying, probably- but the idea of his hands on your body makes your skin crawl. But if it makes him happy, and makes things a bit easier…

I’ve inconvenienced him enough. 

Swallowing hard, you force the words from your mouth. “Um- flying would be fine, I don’t mind heights,” You shrug. He falters. 

“I don’t mind being seen with you in a cab or transport, and it’s nothing cost-wise. I have way too much money- more than I know what to do with. Tell me the truth. Please?” You purse your lips. 

“I… don’t know… the press’ll be all over you unless we fly, and the other two are going to be cramped or I’ll have to touch people I don’t know…” your anxiety is palpable in your tone. He hums a bit, shrugging. 

“I don’t mind putting up with them. I have to all the time. We live around- I think it’s 10 minutes from here. Would you really be ok with me holding you that long?” Concern dances across his features and weaves in between his words. 

Your heart skips a beat. It almost hurts- no one has ever looked at you like that. Or genuinely cared enough to ensure you were comfortable with something they knew you usually weren’t ok with. 

“... If- um, if you keep your hands in the same spot, unless you let me know before they move, I should… I can handle it.” You hesitate for just a moment before adding, “And, um… thank you, for, y’know- actually asking. Most people don’t do that sort of thing.” His reaction tells you all you need to know.

His amber eyes meet yours, widening ever so slightly. His lips part as though to say something, before he seems to decide against it. “I… see. I’m glad I can be the outlier,” He gives you a small smile. Yet- this wasn’t like some of the first few you’d seen. This one has more depth to it. 

And the strangest part is, you find yourself wanting to explore the depths to it. To see past the surface and dive into the deepest recesses of those honey pools in his eyes. They hold far too much to be a simple story. 

To put it simply, this man is a multifaceted book- and one you desperately want to read. 

You take in a small breath, and he comes a little closer. “Alright- I’m gonna put one arm under your knees, the other on your back. Cliche, but it’ll help me with keeping us steady.” He warns gently, waiting until you nod to move any further. 

Just as he said, he carefully scoops you up into a bridal-style carry. With the No. 2 hero carrying someone else, they may have just died from a heart attack and excitement. Sure, your heart was racing a little- but that’s just because he’s touching you at all. 

You didn’t really feel anything towards any particular hero. That’s just the person you were. Then again- feeling anything other than platonic towards someone is something that’s unusual for you now. 

“Hold on,” He chuckles, crouching down- and shooting into the air. You find yourself holding onto his neck, tensing as the air rushes around the both of you. Then… it’s calm. 

Upon opening your eyes again, he’s got a cocky grin on his face. “Let me know what you think about the Hawks Express,” It’s such a stupid line, but you can’t help but let out a soft exhale resembling a short laugh. Maybe it’s because of how stupid it is. 

Your eyes shift from him, to the sky and city instead. Everything seems so small up here… It’s peaceful. You’re up higher than you’ve ever been, and while there’s a slight rush of what you can only assume to be adrenaline, you don’t have that lingering anxiety in your chest. 

On the contrary, you feel like you’ve taken your first breath of fresh air in decades. 

“Pretty nice, eh?” He somewhat shouts over the wind, letting himself glide on the wind currents. You hum in response, just taking everything in. 

His hands stay still- he doesn’t readjust you without giving you a heads up. It’s one of the many things you’re finding you appreciate. He doesn’t make fun of you for your issue with touch, instead he just… works with it. 

“You’re doing great, by the way. I know this isn’t your cup of tea.” His eyes flick down to you, and… the look of awe on your face is enough to take his breath away. You weren’t afraid, but instead… you were enjoying this.

Your eyes are wide, taking in the city below. It’s around 12 now, and… truthfully, despite having passed out, you were exhausted. You let yourself relax a bit more, and…. You unconsciously allow your head to rest on his shoulder. His scent was comforting, especially mixed with the fresh air. 

He probably needed sleep… but your eyes flutter closed instead. Instead of panicking over the heights, you let him carry you as you slept.

His heart flutters. God, you were… amazing. Sweet, beautiful, kind- and absolutely hilarious. He’d have to see if he could find anything from his friend when he was a chick- you seemed a lot like her. You probably would’ve gotten along. 

Unsurprisingly, when he does land, you’re still out cold. You don’t even shift when he starts to head inside, using his feathers to open and close doors. He brings you to his room instead, opting to clean the guest room tomorrow. The last thing Keigo wanted was for you to sleep somewhere you’d gotten sick.

Gently placing you on his bed, he yawns. Crimson feathers flick about, getting you a different set of sweats and a t-shirt. He turns, letting his feathers guide the clothing off and on. Sure, he can sense some of it… but he didn’t want to stare as he helped you change. 

Once finished, he makes sure you’re covered, a soft smile on his face. He slips off his shoes, hero jacket and overall uniform- before throwing on shorts. He didn’t want to bother working his wings through the holes he had to have tailored into his shirts. 

Instead, he just flops onto the bed beside you, though… he’s careful not to touch you. His bed is large enough that you’d have to seek him out if you wanted him. The idea of that made his heart flutter. 

He didn’t know you that well, yet… he wanted to see you smile more. To be the reason behind it, and your laughter. Your ex was a piece of shit, that much was clear- but maybe… maybe he could help you recover. Help you to learn to love yourself again. 

Your phone goes off. 

He frowns, silencing it- but not before he reads the message from your mother. 

[Mother] - “Megumi told me you’re sleeping around with heroes now- it’s an upgrade, I have to admit. But Junichiro was good to you. You should’ve been grateful for what you had instead of ruining it.”

His jaw clenches. Who the hell does she think she is..? And on top of that- it’s not even close to right. Your ex dumped you. Hell the fucker put a kid in you and killed it. It takes everything in him to set the phone down. Your mother was a bitch, but… you hadn’t spoken about her much. 

Yeah… he had some research to do in the morning. This sounded way too familiar.

To his surprise.. You reach out towards him. He shifts so if you move closer, you wouldn’t lay on his wing. You shuffle closer, letting out a sigh once you’re almost close enough to touch. 

Tentatively… he rests his wing over you, like a blanket. Your features relax, and he smiles slightly. 

“.. ‘m right here, Angel.. I gotcha..” He murmurs. Your mom could wait til morning. For now… he’d sleep with an Angel by his side.

[keigo-takamis-no-1-simp]

Not an update!! Sorry!! But, have the guy- a skrunkli boi

Work has been very brr recently, and I apologize for the lack of update this week. But! I am trying to work on it!!

[keigo-takamis-no-1-simp]

Ｈａｗｋｓ Ｘ Ｒｅａｄｅｒ - Ｌｅａｒｎｉｎｇ ｔｏ ｌｏｖｅ: Ｉ＇ｍ Ｓｏ Ｓｏｒｒｙ

TW/CW: Mentions/depictions of abuse/neglect, Mentions of SA, Depictions of a panic attack, Mentions of miscarriage

𝙿𝚊𝚒𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐: Hawks x Reader

𝚂𝚞𝚖𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚢: You're not just sick... there's something much darker than that lurking under the surface. Yet, the hospital Keigo takes you too seems way too familiar for your own comfort...

𝙶𝚎𝚗𝚛𝚎: Angst with comfort (Primarily angst here- you've been warned)

𝚆𝚘𝚛𝚍 𝙲𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚝: 2778 

𝚃𝚊𝚐 𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝: @marydragneell, @numblytemporary, @rainycloud858

𝙼𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝

𝙿𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝙾𝚗𝚎 / 𝙿𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝚃𝚠𝚘 / 𝙿𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝚃𝚑𝚛𝚎𝚎 / 𝙿𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝙵𝚘𝚞𝚛 / 𝙿𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝙵𝚒𝚟𝚎 / 𝙿𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝚂𝚒𝚡 / 𝙿𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝚂𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗 / 𝙿𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝙴𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 / 𝙲𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝙽𝚒𝚗𝚎

When Atsuki called Keigo to ask him for a favor, he was surprised. After all, he worked with him maybe once or twice. But the sort of panic in his voice, and how he spoke about you- he couldn’t say no. Atuski was a good kid, and had a bright future ahead of him. 

You did too, even if you couldn’t see it. 

Besides, after that little accidental date, it was hard not to think about you. You were stunning aesthetically, but you were also kind. Funny, witty- and you had a gentle soul. Yet… you were adverse to touch. He picked up on that quickly once you’d tensed- and the scent of cortisol was overwhelming. 

Now, here you were, sick with something and clearly more than a little delirious. And he can’t touch you. Nervous trills and clicks leave his throat as he waits for Shouta to call him back with Eri’s recommendations. She’s become a healthcare worker, something Shouta heavily praised and supported her throughout. Hell Keigo hardly knew the kid and was proud. 

But right now, you seriously need to cool off. “Dove, you’re really warm…” He murmurs, clicking his tongue again in thought. A feather retrieves a damp, cool washcloth. He carefully lays it across your forehead, and you let out a soft sigh of relief. Something comes from your lips.

“... ‘m ok, really, just tired..” You try, sitting up slowly. You sway ever so slightly, swallowing hard. His brows furrow as he watches you. 

“Mmm, I think you’re sicker than you’re letting on,” He teases a bit, though there’s no bite to his tone at all. 

“... no time to lay down..” You murmur, trying to sit up more- and a few feathers gently push you back into bed to ensure the rag doesn’t fall from your forehead. 

“Listen, I don’t want you to take this the wrong way- but you look awful. Just let me help you a bit, yeah?” He hums, though some part of his weird bird brain is going haywire. He needs to help you feel better. He needs to fix this. He can fix a lot of things, like dislocations, dressing wounds, helping someone calm down- but he can’t just fix this. 

He feels almost useless. Almost. 

“... sorry..” You murmur, slumping against him- then jerking away. Touch clearly was still difficult, despite the fever and god knows what else. 

“Kid, please,” He whispers. It physically pained him to see you like this- you reminded him of someone he used to know, someone he used to love. He couldn’t do anything back then… but he’s sure as hell determined to do something now. 

You groan shifting to get up again- but you stumble into the bathroom. You kneel over the toilet, and start to vomit. He winces at the sound, wings twitching with discomfort. 

He steps in after you, unbothered by the scent. When you’ve met someone who literally smells like burning hair and flesh, vomit isn’t a big deal. He pulls your hair back- and while he wants to try and comfort you, touch is a big no no still. 

Coughing and sputtering, you lean on the toilet heavily. It’s pure bile. You sit there, dry heaving, with bits of bile occasionally coming up. It HURTS, your abdominal muscles clenching and shuddering. Finally, once it stops, you take in a shaky breath and speak.

 "I- I’m fine, I swear," you murmur, and he balks.

"Fine, my ass! You just threw up everything in your stomach and then proceeded to dry heave for the next five minutes!" When you wince, he sighs. 

“... ‘m sorry..” You murmur, eyes fluttering as you place your forehead on the rim of the toilet. The cool porcelain feels amazing against your flushed face. He frowns, tilting his head. 

“For what..? You can’t control getting sick..” he murmurs, brows pinching together. 

“... all of this..” You murmur. Then, it hits him. You’re delirious and dehydrated to all hell. A feather shoots off to get a water bottle- anything, really. Upon bringing it back, he shakes his head. 

“Don’t be… I need you to try and drink some of this for me, do you think you  can do that?” He carefully brushes your hair out of your face, not touching your skin. You hum, leaning back. 

He unscrews the lid, gently tipping it to where the water will slowly enter your mouth. As you begin to drink, he can’t stop the cooing noises that escape him. “There we go, good girl..” He hums, and you seem to like that somewhat. 

He gives you a moment, a soft smile on his lips. “You’re doing so good, Dove… I’m sorry you’re sick, but ‘s ok. I gotcha.” He hums, and as you try to murmur another apology, he tuts lightly. 

“None of that.” You shift, looking up at him with bleary eyes. He gives you a small smile. Your eyes flutter shut, and you wobble slightly. Your face pales, and his follows suit. “H-hey-” He tries, but it’s too late. You’re out cold. Before your head can hit the ground, he’s got you. 

“Fucking- Shit-” He curses, wings flapping in annoyance. A trill escapes his throat again. “Fuck all of this, we’re going to a hospital.” 

He picks you up bridal style, and you whimper. His eyes shift to you, and you’re trying to adjust in his grasp. He lets you make yourself somewhat comfortable, then uses his feathers to get a jacket to cover you. He can deal with chilly weather- but in your condition, he’s worried it could kill you. 

His feathers open his balcony doors, and he crouches- before shooting up into the air. As he glides through the air at breakneck speed, he can’t help but wonder what sort of expression you’d have if you were conscious. Were you afraid of heights? Or would you love this..?

A theory to test later, perhaps. 

He lands on the roof of a private hospital. The last thing either of you need is the press up your ass. 

Feathers open the double doors, and he heads inside. The first nurse he sees takes one look at them, and she pales. “Mr. Hawks, what-” 

“Something’s wrong. She’s sick, I know that much, but it doesn’t- somethings wrong.” He trills, wings fluffed and flapping a little. Your heart rate is too slow, your scent told him you were sick, you were vomiting- and you passed out. “Please,” He pleads, and that seems to snap her out of her stupor. 

She pulls out what looks like a small phone, and begins to talk into it. A few more nurses rush down the hall, immediately taking vitals and putting in an IV. Someone’s ordering fluids, someone else is ordering labs- it’s a sudden rush of people. All to take care of you. 

In the pure chaos, He keeps a feather wrapped around your wrist to know where you are. How you’re doing. His anxiety isn’t exactly quelled by the fact these nurses were attaching oxygen to you and running the line under your nose. 

“How are you related to the patient?” One of the nurses suddenly approaches him, and he’s ripped from his thoughts. Shit- he’d have to come up with something convincing 

“Her boyfriend. What’s going on?” The shouting and blur of people rushing around him is almost overwhelming. The nurse takes a moment to respond. 

“I’m sorry to inform you… your girlfriend has had a miscarriage. She was barely more than 5 or 6 weeks along.” His blood runs ice cold. 

You were pregnant… with what could only be presumed to be your ex’s child. His fists clench at his sides, and he finds himself asking the question he dreaded most before he can stop himself. “Do you… do you know what caused it?” He grits his teeth. The answer he got was worse than what he assumed. 

“Blunt force trauma, likely due to abuse. Her body- she’s lost a lot of blood, and due to how recent the loss is, her body is going into shock triggered by her illness.” For a moment, the world stops. There’s no longer people rushing around him, no longer a gurney with someone he swears he knows- just… a sense of loss. 

“She had a child..?” Is all he can murmur out. From what he could tell, your ex was a piece of work. You probably didn’t even know about the pregnancy in the first place- fuck, was it one you even wanted? Thoughts race through his mind faster than he could even consider flying. 

Your ex had knocked you up, dumped you- and because of what he can only assume to be abuse, you lost the kid. 

You lost a piece of yourself. And you didn’t even know. 

He’s snapped out of his own mind by someone placing a hand on his arm. He jerks away out of instinct, and a nurse holds up her hands in a defensive position. His amber gaze softens, and both his wings and shoulders slump. “We’ve got her stabilized. Fluids, a blood transfusion, oxygen and antibiotics. She’ll be ok,” The nurse gives him a small smile. 

“... thank you,” His voice is almost hoarse, and he dips his head in thanks. She nods, glancing down the hall. 

“Room 607- We aren’t sure when she’ll wake up, but she’s just resting. Everything came back either good, or as an easy fix.” He nods again, eyes flicking back up to the hall. 

Without another word, he strides forward. Here, he has to put on that stupid hero persona. Like the person he went on a date with at least 12 hours ago wasn’t in the hospital. Like he didn’t learn they had a miscarriage because of their ex. Like he didn’t know them at all. 

Absolute bullshit. 

He knocks on the door a bit, then peeks through the small opening. You’re hooked up to several different IV lines, oxygen, and something to sense your vitals. Keigo is careful, not wanting to awaken you too prematurely. You looked exhausted, and… 

You were beautiful when you slept. 

The tubes and wires didn’t take away from that. Even now, with bags of blood and saline pumping into you, you looked at utter peace. It was oddly comforting, despite everything that’s happened. One of his hands carefully reaches forward, as if even the slightest mistake would awaken you. 

His fingers brush some of the hair away from your face, and a soft, almost depressing coo leaves his chest. You looked so much like them.. 

He pulls his hand away. No, you were different. You weren’t the kid he fell in love with all those years ago. They were dead, long gone, lost to time. 

He sighs, running a calloused hand down his face. “Fuck…” he murmurs, glancing back over at you. 

Your hair frames your face so nicely, with the way it has settled. Your body, now somewhat exposed… despite the bruises he could now see, was flawless in his eyes. Every little mark had a story, he could assume. He found himself studying your sleeping form as if you were a work of art. 

In some ways, he supposed you were. 

The moment your eyes open, he almost reaches for your hand- but refrains himself. You didn’t like being touched. Being unconscious and needing to go to the hospital, that’s one thing. Unless you ok’d it or it was an emergency, he wouldn’t touch you. 

“Kei.. go…?” Your words, after literally passing out on his bathroom floor- well, no it makes sense that it’s his name. You probably didn’t want to wake up in some random white room with a stranger. 

“Hey, hey.. ‘m right here,” he gives you a soft smile, hand next to yours- just close enough that, if you wanted, you could take it. Your bleary eyes meet his, and after a few moments pass, they widen with panic. 

They dart around, taking everything in and- there’s fear written all over your face. In your eyes, your scent- his wings twitch a bit, which catches your attention. He trills in distress, body begging to soothe you, but he can’t. He can’t touch you. 

“Dove, hey, please, look at me, yeah?” He coos, and when your eyes shift to his, he smiles a little. “There she is… you’re ok, pretty girl. You passed out, and your heart rate felt funny, so I wanted to just get it looked at.” 

Your eyes trail to the blood, the saline, and antibiotics. When your brows furrow, he takes a deep breath. Then, the hardest words he’s had to say in a long time push past his lips. 

“They… the doctors said you had a miscarriage. I’m… I’m so sorry, [Name]...”

His words carve into your chest, squeezing your heart until it’s about to burst. “I… what..?” Your words are barely even there. It hurts to talk, hurts to breathe, and the room feels just a little too small suddenly. 

Miscarraige. 

You’d been pregnant. 

You’d been pregnant with the kid of the man- no, the monster- that held you in an iron grip for over 3 years. 

Your chest is caving in on itself, and you claw at it. Sitting up, you can faintly register the feeling of tubes against your skin. 

He killed his own child, inside of you. You hadn’t even known you’d been pregnant- your eyes widen. 

You can faintly remember bits and pieces of that night. Your chest tightens impossibly more, and you can’t breathe. Your lungs aren’t working right, and the room is spinning. 

You were pregnant. 

He assaulted you, and you got pregnant because of it. 

When a hand comes to wave in front of your face, you slap it, shooting back into bed. “Don’t- d-don’t fucking touch me-” you snarl, eyes darting around the room. You needed out. You had to get out. 

You had to breathe. 

The faint noise of machines beeping and people subsequently flooding into the room only made you panic more. You couldn’t even cry, or mourn the loss of something you could’ve had. 

Did you even want it?

That thought disgusted you. It wasn’t an it, it- it was a person, it.. You slowly come down from your heightened state, looking down at your stomach. You tentatively place a hand on it. 

You… lost the child, because you’d pissed him off. 

It’s your fault. 

“[Name]?” Keigo’s soft voice breaks through your thoughts. Your eyes slowly trail up to meet his. When you speak, there’s something missing from your voice. You can hear it, even though you can’t place what it is. 

“I… this is my fault, I pissed him off, and..” You murmur, and he immediately shakes his head, trilling and clicking sounds coming from him. The medical staff, seemingly placated by your now calm state, began to filter out. One of them shows Keigo where the nurses button is, in case you need something.

“No, no it isn’t- you didn’t ask to be pregnant, and- you sure as hell didn’t ask to lose the kid…” There’s a gentleness to his voice you hadn’t quite registered before. Your head slowly felt less like there was cotton stuffed inside of it, and instead like a jackhammer was splitting it apart. 

You’ve been in the hospital before- specifically this one. But why? For what?

“I.. I’ve been here before-” You whisper, brows twitching together. His head cocks to the side. 

“It’s… a well known hospital,” He tries, but you shake your head. 

“No, I- I had procedures done. I can’t remember what they were, but-” You’re cut off with a coughing fit. Your throat hurts like hell, but- you need to get your thoughts out. 

“Fuck- I can’t- why can’t I just-” You murmur, frustration leaking into your tone. 

“[Name], hold on a sec- you just passed out, you’re sick as shit, and literally had a miscarriage- I’d be concerned if there wasn’t something weird going on in your head.” He teases a little, though genuine concern is audible in his tone. 

“Take a deep breath. Talk to me.” 

You pause, taking in his suggestion. After a deep breath, you felt… a little better. You purse your lips, and speak again. 

“... my mom brought me here when I was little to get something done. I can’t remember much around that time, other than that…” You murmur. His head tilts. 

“I’m sure we could ask for your chart, look at your history?” He offers, and you nod. 

“Y-yeah, that’s… that’s a good idea..” You can’t shake the feeling that something isn’t right. But… while your mother wasn’t great, it’s not like she’d hurt you, right..? 

Right…?

[keigo-takamis-no-1-simp]

Ｈａｗｋｓ Ｘ Ｒｅａｄｅｒ - Ｌｅａｒｎｉｎｇ ｔｏ ｌｏｖｅ: Ａｉｌｍｅｎｔｓ

TW/CW: Flashbacks, hints of abuse/neglect

𝙿𝚊𝚒𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐: Hawks x Reader

𝚂𝚞𝚖𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚢: Keigo meets your annoying sister, and you find out the hard way you stayed outside WAY too long... luckily, you have someone to take care of you.

𝙶𝚎𝚗𝚛𝚎: Angst with comfort

𝚆𝚘𝚛𝚍 𝙲𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚝:  2162

𝚃𝚊𝚐 𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝: @marydragneell, @numblytemporary, @rainycloud858

𝙼𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝

𝙿𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝙾𝚗𝚎 / 𝙿𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝚃𝚠𝚘 / 𝙿𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝚃𝚑𝚛𝚎𝚎 / 𝙿𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝙵𝚘𝚞𝚛 / 𝙿𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝙵𝚒𝚟𝚎 / 𝙿𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝚂𝚒𝚡 / 𝙿𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝚂𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗 / 𝙿𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝙴𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 / 𝙲𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝙽𝚒𝚗𝚎

“What? Can’t I come visit my own sister?” She balks, throwing a hand over her chest in a motion of false offense. “Atsuki told me what happened- I gotta say, it’s about time he dumped your petty ass.” 

She steps in further, a low whistle coming from her lips. “Ah- so you’re trying the whole ‘gold digger’ vibe. Gotta say, I’m not too surprised.” She chuckles, striding towards you. She holds out her left hand, an expensive and familiar looking ring on her finger. 

“I’ll be getting married with him soon- Didn’t think you’d have good taste, but you can definitely be full of surprises! Oh! And Juni says you need to pay this month’s rent and get your shit off the curb.” She has that same grin that you’ve always hated- smug, snobbish, and entitled. 

“Is this your-” Keigo starts, annoyance and confusion visible on his face. 

“God, you haven’t even told him about me!” She scoffs, shaking her head. “I’m her sister. Younger but better. Anyway, I should get back. I’ll send you details for the wedding- can’t wait to see you there!” And with that… she takes her leave. Purposefully brushing past Keigo and giving him one of her flirty grins. 

Though, she suddenly slips, and Keigo steps back, letting her fall. “Oh, damn… I guess I forgot to clean up the water. My bad,” He’s barely hiding a smirk, and you find yourself covering your mouth with your hand to conceal your own. 

You hadn’t smiled in years, and yet you met him… and you’ve smiled two or three times tonight alone. 

She huffs, getting up and storming out. He glances over at you.. And you let out a genuine, hearty laugh. For a brief second, shock flickers over his expression. “Sorry, sorry- I’ve never seen someone treat her like that.” You wheeze, catching your breath. He can’t help but chuckle too, shutting and locking the front door. 

“Well, what can I say? She was annoying, and I don’t do too well with those kinds of people. Just don’t have the patience, I guess?” He gives an overexaggerated sigh, before chuckling with you. “You had to grow up with that?” 

You sigh lightly, the smile slowly sliding off your lips. Back to the more blank slate expression- one you found you easily fell into. “Yeah. She’s always been like that too.” You shrug. His wings bristle slightly as he returns to his spot across from you. 

“Family sucks.” He dips his head in agreement- though there’s a small noise in the back of his throat again. 

“I’ll start looking into jobs tomorrow, and I’ll try to stay out of your way as much as possible. You’re busy, so- I think until I have something down, I can contribute in the sense of, uh- well, cooking and cleaning, if you’re ok with that.” You offer. You don’t want to intrude into his space without giving something in return- that would be selfish. 

“Oh, you don’t have to do that-” He waves a hand lightly, but you tilt your head slightly. 

“... please..? It’s the least I can do as a sort of ‘thank you’,” Your words seem to give him pause- he looks at you with an unreadable, yet neutral expression. After a few moments, he chuckles, shaking his head. 

“Alright, fine. Home-cooked meals are better anyway, and I’m not really picky with what I don’t like.” He gives you that stupid lop-sided smile again. “And.. don’t worry about ‘staying out of my way’. I like having you around.” 

He reminds you of the heartthrob character you see in those damn anime shows you watch. Except- this one is very real, and sitting only a few paces away. 

“You like chicken, that’s for sure,” You tease, your face flushing slightly as you brush past his words- he just smiles a little more, chuckling and shaking his head again. 

“Kid, you’re something else.” He pauses, taking a sip of his tea. “But, you’re my kinda somethin’ else.” His eyes trail to the stovetop. 

“It’s pretty late, and you gotta be exhausted. I’m gonna be up for a bit, finishing some paperwork from… ah- last week? I seriously need to stay on top of that stuff-” This time, an awkward laugh falls from his lips. 

You blink, watching as his blonde locks fall just right to frame his face. He takes another sip. “My office is the room to the right of the kitchen-” he gestures with his cup, and your eyes follow. Not too hard to remember- even though you’re certain you’ll get lost here more than once. 

“- so if you need anything, I’ll be there.” He sets down his cup, before stretching. His wings spread out behind him, flexing in an almost dominant fashion. Your eyes widen- they are huge when fully extended. Pictures don’t do them justice. 

“Thank you, Keigo. For all of this- if there’s anything I can do to help around here, just ask.” You finish your tea, and he carefully takes the empty cup from you. 

For a brief moment, electricity courses across your fingers as they brush against his. It’s not an uncomfortable sensation, but- a new one nonetheless. 

He says nothing about it. It’s possible he didn’t even notice. “Now, go get some sleep.” He chuckles, gesturing with his head to the guest room. 

“Yes sir,” You tease, careful not to jump down off the stool and hurt your feet. As you pad into your temporary bedroom, you miss the soft expression of concern and curiosity that follows your frame. 

You crawl into the massive bed, finding that you were right- the sheets were silk. They were comfortable, for sure. Though… as you began to wind down for the night, a few of those pesky little thoughts began to creep in. 

You’re encroaching on this man’s space. He’s been nothing but kind, but was it genuine? He was definitely the type of person to be kind even if it was inconvenient- but that was a front. You could see through it, and that little interaction with Megumi was all the confirmation you needed. 

So was it out of pity, or something else? You were nothing special, something that could be replaced by just about anything. 

Your body was tainted, your memories spotty at best- you’re a total fucking trainwreck. Yet, he was being kind. There has to be a reason- a motive. What did he want? 

You stare up at the ceiling. There’s no way in hell he could just want you around because of your ‘charming personality’. You didn’t like to be touched, you got random stupid migraines that made no damn sense, you were the human equivalent to a opossum or raccoon- and your emotions are so fucked you rarely laugh or smile and you can’t even cry. 

You’re nothing in comparison to him. In comparison to literally everyone else. 

Your chest feels tight- but you simply sit up, ignoring it. The closest thing you got to crying was the feeling of a lump in your throat, and your face heating up. Maybe you were sick- maybe that’s why no one ever stayed. 

You cough, an unfamiliar itchiness in the back of your throat making itself known. You huff running your hand down your face before resting your elbows on your knees. Of course, you’re probably physically sick too. 

Just another way to burden him. 

You shake your head, pursing your lips. You felt colder than usual, but you literally felt a breeze. The AC was more than likely on. You’re fine- you’re always fine. Just… take what you’re given. 

Don’t ask for more, because you’ll lose everything the second you try.

As your eyes finally start to flutter closed, you wrap yourself in the blankets. Maybe you could actually sleep for once… though, considering this was essentially a strangers house, you somehow doubted it. 

You definitely wouldn’t bother him with something as petty as the temperature. You curl up on your side under the blankets, ignoring just how much you’re shivering as best you can. 

After god knows how long- you fall into an uneasy slumber.

Keigo, on the other hand, was having a hard time focusing on the documents in front of him. You were such a kind soul, but you’d clearly been through hell and back. No one despised touch that much and didn’t have some sort of trauma associated with it. 

On top of that- your emotions were hardly present on your face. It was all in your eyes. A smile tugged at his lips. Though- he’d gotten a small smile out of you, and even made you laugh. Both were heavenly. 

He exhales softly, messing with his hair a bit as he thinks. Leaning away from the documents, his mind trails back to that date from earlier… and how different your demeanor was when you showed up on his front door. You seemed more… put together, in a sense, before he left. 

Her boyfriend broke up with her, on their anniversary. How shitty is that? Yet, she hadn’t cried. It reminds him of a girl he met when he was younger, but- there’s no way it could be the same person. 

She’d been proclaimed dead by the officials at the age of 8. 

He groans, shoving himself away from the desk. Yeah- he isn’t gonna get jack shit done tonight at this rate. His wings involuntarily flap in annoyance. 

Stepping out of his office- a new scent slams into him like a semi into a deer on a highway. 

Cortisol- and something else. His brows furrow and he frowns, slowly creeping towards the guest bedroom where you slept. It only got stronger the closer he got… what was going on? Were you hurt somewhere else? Were you afraid of something?

His mind starts to race with possibilities- and when your scratchy voice breaks through the silence, it clicks together. That sickly sweet smell- it was literal. You were sick- that explains the odd scratchiness in your voice earlier. 

You’re pressing your face into the silk pillow, shifting every so often. Soft mumbles fall from your lips, but with his enhanced hearing, he’s able to make out bits and pieces. 

“... ‘s ok, ‘m ok… ‘m used to it…” His brows furrow more, concern washing over his body in a wave of pure ice. Used… to what..?

“... ‘ll be good-” You jerk a little, before your eyes flutter open. You don’t seem to realize he’s in the room- instead, you simply curl up, making yourself as small as possible. He can’t keep the stupid trilling noise from coming out- it’s an involuntary trait. 

You twitch, eyes shooting open. “Juni…” You mumble, backing up into the bed. Do… do you think he’s your ex? 

“No, Dove…” He finds the nickname tumbling off of his lips before he can even think about it. “... it’s Keigo.” 

You take a moment, before relaxing a bit. “... Kei…go…” You murmur, letting your body relax back into the pillows. “... ‘s cold..?” It comes out as more of a question than anything, and he blinks. It’s 75 in here- how are you cold? 

He slowly approaches, ensuring you can see where he is at all times- never making a sudden move. He doesn’t want to make you panic. It almost feels similar to dealing with a wild animal, oddly enough. One wrong move- and it could go to shit. 

“I need to know if you have a temp, Angel- can I touch your forehead?” He murmurs, sitting on your bedside. You don’t answer for a few moments, before shaking your head. 

“... n-no… no touching… please…” There’s a sense of panic to your words that has him gently shushing you. 

“Alright, it’s ok, pretty girl- no touching. I promise. Can I get a thermometer?” He needs to do something to help- he can’t just stand by and do nothing. You nod a little this time, and he exhales in relief. 

Using one of his feathers, he quickly retrieves one from his medicine cabinet. As soon as it’s in his hand, he gently holds it up to your mouth. “Open, sweetheart,” He murmurs, and you obey. You were… honestly so damn sweet. How could anyone want to hurt you like your ex so obviously did?

It beeps, and… unsurprisingly, you’re running a rather high fever. He purses his lips, and he’s pulling out his phone when you speak again. 

“... ‘m sorry… ‘s a lot, an’... thank you for checking on me…” You murmur, head shifting once more. You’re burning up, he doesn’t even need to touch you to be able to tell. 

“It’s ok… I’m just glad you’re here and not in some hotel room. We’ll getcha taken care of, yeah?” He coos softly, resisting the urge to brush your hair from your face. Thankfully, he knows someone that can help. He pulls out his phone, quickly dialing a familiar number.

“Hey, Shouta..? I got a favor to ask..”

[keigo-takamis-no-1-simp]

Ｈａｗｋｓ Ｘ Ｒｅａｄｅｒ - Ｌｅａｒｎｉｎｇ ｔｏ ｌｏｖｅ: Ａ Ｇｌｉｍｐｓｅ ｏｆ ａ Ｐａｓｔ Ｆｏｒｇｏｔｔｅｎ

TW/CW: Flashbacks, hints of abuse/neglect

𝙿𝚊𝚒𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐: Hawks x Reader

𝚂𝚞𝚖𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚢: After your life falls to shambles, your brother sets you up to room with none other than Keigo Takami. Your memory has always had some blank spots... but for some reason, he is the catalyst to remembering glimpses into your past.

𝙶𝚎𝚗𝚛𝚎: Angst with comfort

𝚆𝚘𝚛𝚍 𝙲𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚝:  2809

𝚃𝚊𝚐 𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝: @marydragneell, @numblytemporary

𝙼𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝

𝙿𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝙾𝚗𝚎 / 𝙿𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝚃𝚠𝚘 / 𝙿𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝚃𝚑𝚛𝚎𝚎 / 𝙿𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝙵𝚘𝚞𝚛 / 𝙿𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝙵𝚒𝚟𝚎 / 𝙿𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝚂𝚒𝚡 / 𝙿𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝚂𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗 / 𝙿𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝙴𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 / 𝙲𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝙽𝚒𝚗𝚎

You stare at him for a solid few seconds. You basically just went on a date with him- and now you were standing in his apartment. Your teeth continue to chatter, and you step out of the elevator. “Sorry, I- I know this is- this is inconvenient-” your words shake due to your shivering and chattering. He shakes his head, a few flashes of red disappearing quickly, before reappearing with a towel. 

“No worries- besides, what kind of hero would I be if I let a pretty girl like you sit outside in the snow overnight?” He teases, though there’s a sense of sincerity in his eyes again. You wrap the towel around yourself, wincing as you move to step forward. 

“Thank- th-thank you-” You manage, slipping off your heels. He gives you a light smile. 

“Anytime. I’ve got a guest room you can crash in, and until we can replace your things, you’re welcome to use a shirt and sweatpants or two.” He hums, feathers bringing in a towel, a pair of folded grey sweats, and a black tshirt. You blink- he’s… oddly friendly, for someone who’s dealing with a lot being dumped on them. 

“Go on, pretty girl- get cleaned up. We can talk more after.” He gives you this cocky, yet heartwarming smile. A few feathers gently push you towards a room on the left, the cool tile under your feet slightly slick. Yet, every time you start to lose your footing, one is right there to steady you. 

The guest room is bigger than your living room- a large bed with what has to be silk sheets, a large window behind drapes, and the room has a soothing color palette. 

The floor is hardwood, and the bathroom- jesus christ if this is the guest room, what did his room look like? A large jacuzzi style tub and large shower with a glass door, a double sink made of marble- and everything looked extremely expensive. You’re almost afraid to touch anything. 

Shutting and locking the door behind you, you strip down. Avoiding your reflection, you peel the soaked dress off your shivering body. Making sure to carefully place everything folded on the counter, you set the towel separate from the dry clothing. 

You take in a deep breath, stepping into the shower. You can faintly hear his voice through the wall. “You can use whatever I’ve got in there,” There’s an odd chirping sound behind a few of the syllables.. It’s.. kind cute, honestly. 

Shaking your head, you make sure to thank him after. You’re quick, washing your hair and body in the warm water. It feels wonderful on your icy skin- hopefully you won’t end up getting sick, but with your track record, it was more than likely. 

Your eyes avoid the mirror- despite it being fogged to a point you couldn’t see yourself even if you tried. You knew what you’d see, and you definitely didn’t need the reminders. You wrap the towel around your frame, stepping out. 

Those chirping sounds… they were oddly familiar. You knew someone that spoke like that once, didn’t you? The more you tried to focus on the memory, the more faint it became. Huffing, you start drying your hair with the towel enough that it wouldn’t drip.

A memory as specific as that- how could you forget that? An odd sensation tugs at your mind. You SHOULD remember that. You wince, a headache forming behind your eyes. Swallowing hard, you try taking deep breaths. These often came and went if you tried to focus on certain parts of the past… 

“It’s dark outside. Where’s your mommy?” A fairly blurred form with the voice of a boy approaches from the bushes. You’d been sleeping in a playground the last two nights- your mommy locked you out of the house and refused to let you inside. You study the figure. 

“Mommy told me to find my own food, and told me to go outside. I tried to go back home, but she locked the door.” Your voice is relatively flat, but you were used to it. The figure makes a soft trilling sound, before reaching towards you. You flinch- and it pauses. 

“I won’t hurt you- c’mon, I got a place that’s warm and dry.” You pause… then take his hand. You can make out a cheeky grin… 

You let out a soft gasp, the throbbing migraine finally subsiding. Goddamnit.. What was that? Who was that? You didn’t remember your mother going that far… she was awful, sure, but- she never locked you outside, right?

Pursing your lips… you quickly change into the shirt Keigo so kindly lent you, quickly slipping on his sweats after. They were comfortable- and quite large on your smaller frame. It’s comforting in a way you weren’t sure how to place. 

Placing the towels in the hamper behind the door and hanging your soaked dress to dry, you pad back through the guest room and into the living room. 

Keigo’s lounging on the couch in a white t-shirt and black sweats. His hair is slightly damp- he must’ve also taken a shower. As soon as you enter the room, a soft cooing sound comes from his general direction. 

What the hell is up with the bird sounds…? It’s cute, but- what the fuck?

“Hey kid, feelin’ any better?” His wings flutter slightly, and his eyes shift to the ground. He clicks his tongue, concern flickering over his expression. “You’re bleeding.” Your eyes shift to the ground, and- 

Your feet are bleeding. 

Just like when you walked in, a flurry of red brings a first aid kit to your feet- and he hums, a soft trilling noise coming from him. His eyebrows are ever so slightly furrowed. If you didn’t know any better- you’d say he looks concerned. 

“Hold on-” He clicks his tongue again, getting up and heading over. He grabs a bar stool, and the moment you set back, he moves to inspect the wounds… and when his hand brushes against your foot, you tense. 

“Sorry, I, uh- I don’t like being touched.” There it is- it’s out in the open now. He frowns for a moment, then lets his feathers take over. They carefully shift your feet, and they almost tickle. He didn’t seem upset, or react in the way you expected whatsoever. He just… accommodated your preference.

“Is this ok?” He glances up at you, hesitation in his voice. He wasn’t just doing what's easiest for him, he… he’s actually asking you if you’re comfortable with something. You blink, taking a second to process this- then you find your voice again. 

“Y-yeah.. That’s fine..” A soft cooing sound escapes him, and his cheeks flush slightly. His feathers gently clean and wrap your feet, though bandaids would’ve easily done the job. “Thank you-” You pause, brows twitching together 

“... You remind me of someone I used to know… I can’t remember what he looked like, but- he made the little bird noises you do.” You hum, eyes studying his face. Shock flickers over his features, and he falters. Your eyes narrow- but he quickly responds. 

“Really? Ah- must’ve been someone else with a bird-like quirk. It’s not too uncommon.” He sounds rather sure of himself- but he did seem familiar. 

“O-Ok… I guess that makes sense,” You hum, glancing out the window. Thunder cracks, making you jump. 

“Glad Atsuki was able to pick you up when he did… it’s pouring now.” He whistles, glancing out the window. Rain pelts the glass, and your relatively blank expression pans back to him. “Said your stuff was ruined too.. I’m sorry to hear that.” He pauses again. 

“... What all did he tell you?” Your voice now holds a slight tinge of curiosity, concern flickering in your eyes. 

“You were stood up by an asshole that also happened to kick you out after living together for almost 3 years.” He grunts, standing up and letting his feathers clean up the trash, before putting away the first aid kit. They were stronger than they looked, that’s for sure- 

A sudden flash of white across your vision breaks through your thoughts. Intense pain follows suit, bringing you to hold your head in your hands in an attempt of alleviating the pain. His voice fades as you feel your knees hit the ground.

It’s dark. Your chest feels so tight, it’s hard to breathe. Why didn’t Mommy love you like she loved Atuski or Megumi? You just wanted to help, but she got mad. She slapped you, said you’d just infect them… were you sick? The doctors didn’t say you were. 

The rain streams down your face- but you didn’t cry. Your knees press into your chest. Footsteps filter in through the rain after a bit. You glance up at the blurred figure. “[Name]?” You blink, the figure sitting beside you in the rain. 

You look back at the ground. “... Mommy says I’m sick. That I’ll get Megumi and Atsuki sick too. Aren’t you worried I’m gonna get you sick?” He doesn’t react to how empty your voice is. 

“No, cause you’re not.” He chuckles- yet that nervous trill still follows his words. “You just don’t smile as much. That’s ok- cause it’s part of what makes you you!” The figure ruffles your hair. A smile tugs at your lips, and the figure gasps. 

“You have such a pretty smile… It just makes it more special to see!” A cooing noise joins his words… and suddenly, you don’t feel as alone anymore- 

Everything is back at once, and it’s like finally getting a breath of air after nearly drowning. “[NAME]!” Keigo shouts, holding you by your shoulders. 

You tense, jerking away from the sudden feeling of someone touching you- and he puts his hands up in defense as a concerned trilling noise escapes his throat. “Sorry, you just fell and made a noise of pain and I didn’t want you to hit your head-” 

“I-” You suck in a breath, your head throbbing. You weren’t even thinking about the past this time and it happened anyway. Why were they becoming more frequent? You open your mouth to speak-

No. You can’t tell him you saw anything… he’ll think you’re crazy. Well, more crazy than he already thought. 

“What happened..? You look like you’ve seen a ghost.” He dips his head down slightly to ensure he can properly see your face. 

“Nothing, it’s just- weird, sudden headaches. Similar to migraines, I think,” You quickly downplay the situation. “I’ve gotten them checked out, it’s not anything serious. I’m.. sorry if I freaked you out.” 

He quirks a brow- he didn’t seem to completely believe you. Hell, it sounded like bullshit even through your ears. “I see… as long as it’s not serious, I guess..?” He sighs, letting his feathers help you to stand instead of doing it himself. 

“Thank you for letting me stay with you- I promise I’ll do whatever I can to make this easier on you. It’s not exactly easy adjusting to having someone living with you- even if it’s temporary.” You would give an uneasy smile- but there’s no need or wish to. There should be one. You should just be able to do it. 

You should just be able to do a lot of things. 

“Nah, it’s no big deal. You’re nice enough, and you’re honest. Rare trait to find anymore.” He gives you a slightly lopsided grin- he was definitely more attractive in person, though you never really found yourself thinking he was when looking at tabloids or the news. Just another hero. But was he really just another hero after everything he’s done for you so far? 

“I guess- you should probably know who you’re living with. I used to work at a hero agency for a minor hero, but I was terminated without warning earlier tonight… oh, and I’m quirkless.” 

He blinks, tilting his head slightly. “You don’t strike me as the quirkless type. I thought you had some minor quirk- but hey, nothing wrong with that.” He glances into the kitchen, before lightly gesturing to follow him in. You follow suit, keeping an eye on his wings. 

They were a good way to gauge his emotions, you find. When worried, they fluff out and the feathers rustle a bit more. Happiness seemed to make them perk up, and you could imagine them drooping when he’s upset. His feathers flit about carefully, making some sort of drink. 

“It’s a bit late for coffee, so I figured tea would be a safer bet. Don’t want you to get sick.” He hums. That’s… a kind gesture. He was nothing but kind to you- it’s weird. Was this how all heroes were, or other people? 

“Uh… thanks…” You watch, entranced as they move about. A cocky smirk replaces that lopsided grin from earlier. 

“Cool, right?” He chuckles. There’s a look in his eyes that you just can’t quite place. 

“Yeah..” you murmur, tilting your head to the side. “You can fly and move your feathers, and.. They’re strong enough to lift people. Your quirk is pretty versatile,” You’re mostly thinking aloud. This sort of quirk… it could easily be used to hurt others. 

Yet, he chose to be a hero. It’s a stark contrast to your mother, sister, and ex. 

“Yep! I can also sense your heartbeat, and overall emotional vibe. Cortisol smells almost like grass after it rains- but serotonin and dopamine smell more like lemon or another sort of clean scent.” He chirps.

“You do the bird noises too… anything else like that you can do?” The idea of him smelling hormones is really unnerving, but he seemed respectful enough. Hopefully that would actually last. “... do you molt?” 

He chokes, turning and coughing to clear his throat. “Fuck, no- no I don’t do that sorta thing. I make bird-like noises, and I tend to make a sort of ‘nest’- fluffy blankets, pillows, stuff like that.” He pauses for a moment, and you fill the silence. 

“Do you migrate, or- or have a mating season?” 

He blinks, and for a moment, you wonder if you’d crossed a line. Sure, you were mostly just teasing, but- 

“I don’t migrate, but- yeah, I rut. Commission built me a ‘safe house’ for when that happens. All precautions are taken care of, and besides- that doesn’t happen til spring.” He’s quick to play it off, that grin returning to his lips. 

The tea kettle begins to whistle, and you jump. He glances over at it, feathers quickly moving it away from the heat. After a few moments, a mug with tea in it sits in front of you. The feathers return to his plumage. 

“Thank you,” You dip your head in thanks, and his gaze softens. 

“Don’t mention it, kid.” 

Another mug joins yours, now in front of him. For a few moments, the penthouse is silent outside of the sound of rain and rumbles of thunder. It’s comfortable- though, you found yourself a little nervous in his presence. 

It’s unfair- you probably looked like a wet rat, and here he was, looking like a portrait of a god or some shit. 

“Your ex is an idiot, y’know.” He hums after a few moments. You blinks, taking a second to process his words. 

“... why’s that?” You tilt your head, blowing on your tea lightly before sipping on it. It’s good- green tea, with a little honey in it. 

“Well- sure I say it platonically, but you are pretty. You seem to have a good head on your shoulders, based on our date earlier- and you have a good relationship with your younger brother. Everyone’s got their skeletons, but I can’t imagine yours would be so bad to warrant an asshole doing something like that.” 

There’s nothing mocking about his voice or his tone. Sitting in a kitchen close to midnight across from the No. 3 hero of Japan, drinking tea and discussing your ex… it’s an odd shift from how the evening began. A pleasant one- and one that’s difficult to believe is real. 

As you open your mouth to respond, maybe to give some teasing remark- there’s a knock on his door. He clicks his tongue in annoyance. “Sorry, kid- one sec.” He pushes himself off his counter, making his way to the door. 

His wings are beautiful- as is he. Yet, he was kind too. Intelligent. What was the catch? There always was one when it came to people like him. Was he like your ex- charming at first, then a nightmare when he got comfortable?-

He opens the door, and he’s pushed aside by… none other than your sister. “[Name]! It’s so good to see you- how’ve you been hon?” That fake ass smile of hers, cheery attitude that comes with getting whatever the hell you want- 

“Megumi.” 

[keigo-takamis-no-1-simp]

Ｈａｗｋｓ Ｘ Ｒｅａｄｅｒ - Ｌｅａｒｎｉｎｇ ｔｏ ｌｏｖｅ: Ｅｖｅｒｙｔｈｉｎｇ ｆａｌｌｓ ａｐａｒｔ

𝙿𝚊𝚒𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐: Hawks x Reader

𝚂𝚞𝚖𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚢: Your anniversary with your boyfriend comes, and your life turns upside down. You lost your job and got stood up on your date... when all seems lost, a certain winged hero seems to step in.

𝙶𝚎𝚗𝚛𝚎: Angst with comfort

𝚆𝚘𝚛𝚍 𝙲𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚝:  2061 

𝙼𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝

𝙿𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝙾𝚗𝚎 / 𝙿𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝚃𝚠𝚘 / 𝙿𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝚃𝚑𝚛𝚎𝚎 / 𝙿𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝙵𝚘𝚞𝚛 / 𝙿𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝙵𝚒𝚟𝚎 / 𝙿𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝚂𝚒𝚡 / 𝙿𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝚂𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗 / 𝙿𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝙴𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 / 𝙲𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝙽𝚒𝚗𝚎

A chilly January evening in the middle of Mustafu, and your third year anniversary with your boyfriend. Junichiro- a guy you met in a stupid office Christmas party. One of the few people that actually talked to you- then asked you out a few weeks later. He begged you to move in, and… you did. 

You were early to the restaurant, smoothing out your dress in your seat as you sip on a glass of wine. You had to look perfect for him- after all, you didn’t want to embarrass him. You glance around, and the time drags on. It starts at 5 minutes, then ten- then it’s 20 minutes past when he should’ve been there. The waitress had asked several times if you were ready to order, in which you always asked for more time. Was he even coming? You blink, taking out your phone. 

[Name] - Hey, you on your way? :) 

Unsurprisingly… there’s no response. Your heart sinks. This was the second- or was it the third?- time he’d done this. You get a call from your boss, in which you immediately answer it. “Is this [Name]?”

“Yes Ma’am. What can I-” She cuts you off. 

“I’m calling to inform you of your termination at my establishment, effective immediately.” You freeze. And… she just hangs up. Most people would probably leave and start to cry- or maybe shed a tear right there and then. Yet, nothing came from you. Nothing but a blank stare.

You had never cried- and you rarely smiled. Your mother was convinced something was wrong with you, and had you tested over and over- but there was nothing wrong. You were a healthy child. Once your sister, Megumi, was born- she paid more attention to her. And when your brother, Atuski, was born… she forgot you even existed. 

Much like your ex seemed to do your last two anniversaries. 

You sigh, looking around the restaurant blankly. As you begin to debate leaving- you hear movement behind you and a hand gently rests on your shoulder, and you tense. A familiar man comes into view, and you relax when his hand moves. He slips into the seat across from you, sliding off his hero jacket that’s lightly dusted in melting snow.

“Hey! So sorry I’m late, babe- traffic and reports today took way too long.” When you cock your head to the side, he leans in. “Name’s Keigo- just go with it, yeah? Whoever stood you up is a prick.” His golden eyes show a sense of honesty you aren’t accustomed to. You nod a bit. “[Name], it’s nice to meet you- and thank you.” You return his greeting, before pausing. 

“You.. look familiar. Not just from the hero stuff, but- I feel like I know you from something.” You hum, taking another sip of wine. He chuckles, sweeping his somewhat messy blonde hair back. 

“Yeah- I can say the same. Can’t place it, but I’d never forget a face as pretty as yours,” His words make your face flush- you’re certain he’s weirded out by the fact you don’t smile- yet, his expression doesn’t shift. 

“Really though- whoever stood you up made a mistake. And, if you’d be so kind as to allow me to join you… I’d be willing to show you what a good date looks like.” Oh yeah- he’s definitely flirting. Though, you take note of the fact he doesn’t say he’d ‘show you a good time’. 

Interesting. 

“Sure, why not?” you shrug lightly. “Maybe it’ll spark a memory of where I know you from- and the night can really only go up from here.” His smile widens and his wings flutter slightly behind him. You could see why they called him the heartthrob of Japan. 

“Only go up?” It’s his turn to tilt his head in confusion. There’s a soft noise in the back of his throat- something you can’t quite place. 

You shrug. “I mean- being stood up definitely sucks. It’s not my first time, but- it still sucks.” You hum softly. “I also apparently no longer have a job- so… the company is appreciated.” 

He frowns. “I’m sorry, that’s… a lot for one night. But, if I can make it even a little better, I’m happy to.” He nudges your arm. The waitress approaches your table- visibly surprised to actually see someone else there this time. Let alone a top 3 hero. 

“H-hello, Mr. Hawks, sir- um- Can I take your orders..?” Her face is flushed- definitely a fangirl. Yet- Keigo didn’t seem embarrassed to be seen with you. Was that really the case? You blinks, returning to the present. 

You give her your order after Keigo orders something with chicken. A brow quirks in surprise. “Isn’t that technically cannibalism?” He looks at you for a moment, before a genuine laugh takes you off guard. His head thrown back, how the light hits him just right- and his laugh itself is a pleasant sound. 

A smile tugs at your lips for a moment- it’s an odd sensation, but a welcome one. You didn’t smile much, but your dad always told you it was the prettiest smile he’d ever seen. 

“Jesus Christ, kid- you’ve got one hell of a sense of humor. I like it.” He takes in a breath, still chuckling. “I ain’t no chicken- those are way too weak. I’m more like a Cardinal-” 

“.. or a hawk?” You tease, and he covers his mouth as he snorts. 

Conversation flows naturally between the two of you. He never said a word about how you didn’t smile more than once or twice, or laugh at his jokes. He didn’t seem phased by it at all. He didn’t try to touch you either- maybe he picked up on how tense you’d gotten, or maybe he was weirded out after all. 

Either way, your night definitely ended on a much better note than it started. Three glasses of wine, some italian food and dessert later- and he’s walking you out, careful not to touch you. Yet, you can sense his wing behind you, in care you were to fall. Snow covers the concrete, still gently falling around you. 

You turn to face him after making it to your car. He quirks a brow. It wasn’t anything fancy- just an old sedan that gets you where you need to go. You’re pretty sure it’s an older Ford model- it was American, that’s all you knew. 

“I had fun tonight. Thank you for everything, Keigo,” You turn to face him- and he takes you in for a moment. He clears his throat, opening your car door for you. 

“Thank you for letting me join you. If you’re wanting to do something like this again… I could always give you my number,” He grins, a gentle pink dusting his cheeks. You hand him your phone- you had to give it to him, he was pretty damn slick. At least- sometimes. 

“There- and I even sent a text to myself to make sure it’s right.” He chuckles, pausing. “.. since it’s snowing, the roads may be a little slick. Be careful, yeah?” There’s a sense of genuine worry in his tone. It’s.. touching. Though, you didn’t understand. Sure, you both seemed to recognize one another, but… this was new. 

“Y-yeah.. You too. Text when you’re home?” You start your car, hoping that the heat would come on quickly so you don’t freeze your ass off. 

“Of course, kid. Drive safe. Goodnight~” He gives you a grin, ensuring you’re completely in your car before shutting the door. He waves lightly, before heading to a nice red sports car. 

Your phone connects to your speakers, and music softly starts to play through them as you pull out of the parking lot. 

… that was the first date you genuinely enjoyed in a long time. There were no expectations, no forceful innuendos, just… great food, conversation, and company. You sigh, pulling onto your street. 

Your car has been shuddering throughout the entire drive, and… your stuff is on the curb. Your heart stops as you pull up, leaving the car on as you head up to the front door. It’s locked- and… your key doesn’t fit. At a loss, you go to return to your car- to find it’s died. 

Your lips part, and you bite the inside of your cheek. Of course- of fucking course. You can’t have something good happen without 15 disasters following. Your phone buzzes, and you jump, glancing at it. 

It’s… your boyfriend. 

“Hello?” your teeth are chattering as you speak, and he just sighs. 

“[Name], I’m breaking up with you. I found someone a lot better, smarter, and prettier than you. Your shit is on the curb.” And… he hangs up. That familiar sense of numbness starts to creep in.

You stand there at a loss. Effectively… you were homeless. Jobless. You call up your brother, Atuski. After a few rings, he picks up. 

“[Name]..? What’s going on?” He sounds groggy, and guilt settles in your stomach. It’s a little past midnight, and he had work tomorrow. 

“Hey, uh… I kinda got dumped and kicked out of my house.” You can hear just how flat your voice is. You can hear sheets shifting and him cursing under his breath. 

“That fucker- hold on, I’ll be there in 10.” He grunts, and there’s shuffling in the background as he hangs up. 

Sure enough, 10 minutes later, he pulls up in his truck. You stand, your bones aching from the cold. He gives you a small, sad smile as you climb in. “Thanks,” You give him a small nod, before glancing back at your things. They were soaked from the snow- you’re fairly certain your now ex threw them out shortly after you left for work. “All of that’s a lost cause,” You hum. 

He lets out a frustrated sigh- and that guilt twists your stomach again. “Ok, uh… fuck..” He mutters. “... I hate to do this to you, but.. You can’t stay with me.” 

“What?!” You practically shout, anxiety quickly joining the dread. Shit- were you really homeless? Where would you go? 

“Hey, hey- before you kill me, I got something set up. A buddy of mine works with a guy who works with several heroes. One of them agreed to take you in until you could get yourself sorted out.” 

You sit there, mouth agape as you shiver. Your dress is completely soaked, and your hair clings to your face. Teeth chattering, you sigh. “That’s… better than nothing- I’m… sorry for all of this. Thank you for picking me up so late.” 

He gives you another small smile. “It’s the least I could do.” 

The rest of the ride is silent. You aren’t sure which hero you’ll end up essentially rooming with- but hopefully it’s someone you know. Either way, you trust Atsuki enough to know he wouldn’t leave you to the wolves. Sure, he’s your annoying younger brother- but he cared a lot more than your mother. You’ll take what you can get. 

“Here we are- again, I’m sorry you can’t stay with me. I don’t have the room, and… my girlfriend is really needy. He’s on the top floor- penthouse suite. Let me know if you need anything, ok?” He ruffles your hair, and you nod a little. 

The truck had helped you warm up somewhat, but you seriously didn’t want to get sick. Climbing out of the truck, you trudge through the snow into the apartment lobby. You take it in, eyes widening. This room alone looked 3x more expensive than your entire house… 

Swallowing hard, it’s hard not to feel the eyes of the other people in the lobby boring into you. Making your way into the elevator, you hit the key for the top floor- 17. A shaky breath makes it’s way past your lips, teeth continuing to chatter. 

You would find a job, save up enough money to pay rent, thank whoever is letting a stranger stay with them profusely, then get out of their hair. In the meantime- you wouldn’t ask for a thing. You nod to yourself, plan in place- until the doors open. 

That fucker…

“Well, I was hoping to meet again in a different way, but this works too.” Crimson wings, golden eyes, and a stupidly handsome face. Of course…

You’re rooming with Keigo fucking Takami.

[keigo-takamis-no-1-simp]

Ｋｅｉｇｏ Ｔａｋａｍｉ Ｘ Ｒｅａｄｅｒ／／ Ｔｏ ｈｅａｌ ｉｓ ｔｏ ｈｕｒｔ（Ｏｎｅ ｓｈｏｔ）

CW/TW: Depictions of abuse, SA themes, drugging, alcoholism, depression, dissociation- please use caution when reading.

𝙿𝚊𝚒𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐: Hawks x Reader

𝚂𝚞𝚖𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚢: You'd been dating Dabi when you met Keigo. Over the years, you finally managed to break free from his abusive grasp. But when Keigo unintentionally does something far too similar...

𝙶𝚎𝚗𝚛𝚎: ANGST

Note: Dabi is a little shit

𝚆𝚘𝚛𝚍 𝙲𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚝: 1903

𝙼𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝

Your life had been in absolute shambles. You’d lost your job, your parents disowned you, and you were inevitably evicted from your apartment when you couldn’t make ends meet. You’d tried several things, of course… but it wasn’t ever enough. 

You’d been at your wits end. What was the point in continuing? You had no friends, no family, no job- you were a burden on society. 

That’s when you met Dabi. 

Rude, blunt, but honest, he offered you a place to stay, and people you could thrive with. The League of Villains. You’d clicked with Toga and Twice fairly quickly, and Dabi was… kind. To you, at least. You were able to see a softer side to him that no one else had. Toga warned you, of course, that he could be manipulative. 

But wasn’t being manipulated better than being alone- better than being dead? 

He bought you gifts, showered you in the affection he could give, and you were there for him when things got tough. All and all, it seemed like a good relationship. Like you’d found someone who wanted you for you. 

After about a year, though… his true colors began to show through. He didn’t take care with his words when it came to you anymore, and often snapped- taking his frustrations from his father out on you. 

It didn’t take long before those frustrations turned from verbal degradations to physical harm. You kept your body covered to hide any possible bruising. You found yourself wondering where the man who took you in- the man you loved and thought loved you- vanished off to. 

One painful situation to another, it seemed. It was better than being homeless, of course. But you no longer felt welcome in the League. He made damn sure of that- after all, you had gone from his girlfriend and partner to… well, for lack of better words, punching bag. 

Burns and cuts constantly littered your skin. Turns out those gifts were nothing more than peons in a game of chess you hadn’t even known you’d taken part in. Each one with their own strings attached. 

When Hawks began to meet with Dabi, it was hard not to notice him. Large vermillion wings, golden eyes, and a smile that could light up a room. Though… there was something to him that you couldn’t put your finger on. So, you simply kept your distance. 

Just like you did with everyone. 

You were a healer- little more than that. Your quirk had the ability to harm others as well, but… Dabi had found a way to suppress that part of your quirk. The only downside to the healing part of your quirk was that you couldn’t heal yourself. You’re pretty sure that’s the only reason he let you keep using it. 

You’d been on the roof of the shitty little bar the LoV hid out in, looking up at the stars. It was cold, but you didn’t mind. For once, you’d been wearing little more than a t-shirt and shorts. The cold reminded you that you were real- something you’d begun to forget. 

You were drunk, drugged, or dissociated most of the time. Not by choice, but you were too weak physically to fight back. No one else bothered to step in if they noticed. Your body absolutely ached. He’d hurt you in ways you would never be able to tell another living soul about. 

The worst part about it was that you couldn’t even fully remember it. All you remembered was the argument leading up to it. You’d been concerned about something, and he didn’t want to talk about it… so his solution was to simply fuck you stupid. Whether you wanted it or not.

The drugs had finally worn off, leaving you in some semblance of a human state. The stars were beautiful… and it made you feel so small. So insignificant. You’d been so enraptured in their beauty that you hadn’t heard the wing hero approach. 

“Hey kid- whatcha doin’ up here so late?” He’d dropped his coat around your shoulders, much to your surprise. You’d jolted out of your thoughts, looking up at those golden eyes. He leaned over you just a little, hands in his pockets. 

“You really should take better care of yourself. You could catch a cold up here.” He teased, and… it was then that you knew you’d be in trouble. He was kind, empathetic, and extremely intelligent. 

That night, he hadn’t asked why you were up there on the rooftop. If you were really simply looking at the stars, or if you were going to do something stupid. 

No, nothing even close to that. He asked you what your favorite foods were, what sorts of music you liked, and what sorts of things you liked to do in your free time. The wing hero wasn’t the sort of man you’d seen on television. He was… human. 

He made you laugh. You couldn’t even remember the last time you’d even smiled. 

Another detail you’d noticed was he didn’t ask about your involvement with the LoV, as he had with the other members. Just asked how you heard about it, and… left it at that. 

You felt like a person again… something you’d missed.

After that interaction, you began to speak to him more. Chatting, telling jokes, and smiling. Something he didn’t see you do much before then. Of course… Dabi noticed the trend quite quickly. 

The night came in which Hawks was to meet you on that rooftop once more. It was a weekly routine- if he had the time, around 11 pm, he’d swing by and chat for a bit. Complain about hero work, and you’d listen and joke around with him. 

When you’d come to find Dabi there instead… to say you were surprised would be an understatement. He was drunk, visibly so, and dragged you back inside. He wasn’t too incapacitated enough to wrestle you into a position you couldn’t fight back… and that was the night he branded you. 

You distanced yourself from everyone after that. Your happiness had led to physical pain, so… why would you risk it again? Of course, Hawks- being the perceptive man he is- picked up on how distant you were immediately. 

Upon finding out over the span of a few weeks that Dabi was not only verbally abusing you, but beating you, assaulting you, and had outright branded you- he’d heard more than enough. 

Two and a half years later, you found yourself with him. He was open with you. His true name was Keigo Takami- and he was supposed to infiltrate the LoV to take them down from the inside. He walked a fine line with the commission- good and evil. He got his hands dirty so other people wouldn’t have to. So the city could sleep at night. 

He’d had to kill people in the past. Hawks was a facade given to him by the commission, and the true him was erased from history. When you had told him you loved the true version of him… he’d cried. You held him. 

You were the first person to treat him as though he were a human being- not some god or idol. And you were more than happy to provide. 

Keigo didn’t know many of the details about your relationship with Dabi. You’d taken care not to disclose too much… as his father was abusive towards him, you were worried about somehow triggering him. On the other hand- that left many things up to interpretation. 

Which led up to the current problem. 

“Keigs, please- it’s just a day off, you’re going to wear yourself out,” You plead softly, cupping his cheeks in your palms. He sighs, gently pushing your hands away. 

“[Name], we’ve talked about this. I can’t just ignore my hero duties for a day when I get a cold. People die if I’m not out there.” He pinches the bridge of his nose. You’d been talking for 25 minutes at least about this- and this was the 4th time this week. 

He was about done with it. 

“You have sidekicks for a reason- I’m just worried about you,” You sigh, leaning back a bit. It was roughly midnight at this point, and you both should’ve been in bed hours ago. But what had been simply joking around had turned to a serious conversation about his well-being. “I work in healthcare, I get it, but-” 

“No, [Name]- you don’t. I’m not some worker, I’m number 2. I can’t just take a day off.” He growls, before gently pushing you onto your back. “Now be good for me..” His voice lowers an octave. Something that normally made your stomach tighten with arousal made it twist uncomfortably. 

“Keigo, please-” You try, but he pushes your legs apart. Your heart is slamming against your ribs. When his hands tug at your shorts, you’re frozen. 

They slide down your legs easily, leaving you exposed. Your breathing picking up, you try to close them- only to be met with him growling. 

He’s about to eat you out when he glances up- something he always did to make sure you were ok. Upon seeing the tears in your eyes and flowing down your cheeks, he immediately stops. 

“Baby bird,” He murmurs, sitting up and shifting to your side. He’s gentle to pull your shorts up, and once you’re fully covered… a choked sob escapes your lips. 

“Hey, hey- it’s ok,” he gently guides you into his arms, and- you’re tense. You usually relax in his arms. “Birdie, please… it’s ok, you’re safe…” he whispers. Then it hits him. 

The smell of cortisol is practically radiating from you. You were afraid. He brushes your hair out, ensuring his hands stay either on your waist or elsewhere- away from your intimate areas. 

“I’m sorry, I-” You hiccup, rubbing your eyes. Keigo’s heart breaks a bit. His baby bird, his angel- they were crying because of something he did. And they were trying to apologize for it. 

“Shh… it’s ok, you didn’t do anything wrong, I promise. I’m sorry for pushing you into that…” He coos, untangling your hair gently with his fingers. 

“I- I just- please, if- if we’re talking about something, I’d rather you get mad or something than-” You can’t even finish your sentence. It’s then that it clicks. 

“He did that to you, didn’t he..?” His voice is barely above a whisper, and his stomach drops when you confirm it with a nod. “I’m so sorry..” 

You turn burying your face into his shoulder. “I’m… I’m just glad you stopped… Please, just- just talk to me instead..” You murmur, your voice cracking. He holds you just a little tighter, placing a gentle kiss on the top of your head. 

“Of course… I won’t ever do that again, I promise you that on my wings.” He hums into your hair. You hug him just a bit tighter. 

Dabi was one to hurt and give an excuse… Keigo, on the other hand, genuinely cared when he hurt you. When he made you cry. When you were upset. Because… he loved you. 

Something Dabi never did… and even though it was hard, you were starting to learn that maybe, just maybe, you did deserve to be loved. To be cherished. 

To be wanted. 

And Keigo would be damned if anyone let you feel like you didn’t.

[keigo-takamis-no-1-simp]

Ｈａｗｋｓ ｘ Ｒｅａｄｅｒ： Ｂｉｒｄ ｏｆ Ｐｒｅｙ

𝙿𝚊𝚒𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐: Hawks x female! Reader

𝚂𝚞𝚖𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚢: When you get bored at home waiting for your loving husband to come home... you think of a way to get him to come back sooner. It works- for a price.

𝙶𝚎𝚗𝚛𝚎: Smut

𝙲𝚆/𝚃𝚊𝚐𝚜: Face-sitting, degradation, creampie, rough sex, penetration, female-parts, sex (ofc)

𝚆𝚘𝚛𝚍 𝙲𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚝: 1784 

Note: I have NEVER written smut before so I am so, so sorry if this is awful. Spicy stuff happens after the cut. This is- part of something I am challenging myself to do as a writer, I guess? I sure as hell ain't goin to heaven after this shit--

𝙼𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝

You’d been teasing him all day, just to see what he would do. Since you had the day off, you were bored. And what better way to deal with it than making your boyfriend horny as fuck when he’s in a meeting? 

It started off with pictures of your body- nothing too revealing, but enough to make him want more. He opened the messages, but didn’t do much more. You huffed, before an idea crossed your mind. 

Shifting onto your back, you spread your legs. Wearing little more than a bra and panties, your hand reaches up. With his feather around your neck, you knew he’d hear everything you did. Every little noise, whimper, or moan- which is exactly what you wanted. 

You begin to rub yourself over your panties, letting out a soft sigh as you feel the gentle pressure. After a few minutes, you slide your hand into your them, the feather in hand. It had bristled up a little, and the feeling of it against your clit was utterly delicious. 

Letting out a soft moan, your head tilts back. “Kei…~” You whine, shifting a little to continue to build that pleasure. It had been so long since you both had sex, and you missed him like hell. 

After a few moments, the sound of the front door jerks you from your thoughts. That meeting should’ve been another 10 minutes tops, and it took 15 to get home-

Your thoughts are cut short from a familiar winged male opening the bedroom door with more force than needed. His face is flushed, short hot breaths escaping his lips. His feathers are slightly ruffled, and his wings were spread just a little more than usual. 

He was beautiful normally, but this was hot. 

“Baby bird…~” His words are a low growl as he stalks towards you, before crawling onto the bed. “Just what the fuck do you think you’re doin’, hmm?” He rips the covers away, exposing you playing with yourself. 

Your stomach drops, but in the most pleasurable way possible. His eyes- like a predator eyeing it’s prey. 

A dark chuckle escapes his lips as his eyes darken just a little. “Mmmm… that’s what I thought. Playing with yourself like a little whore, hmm?~” He tuts a little, the feather coming from your hands to his own. 

“You’ve been such a naughty little bird, sending me pictures in meetings, playing with my feathers in a way you know I can’t ignore…” He pushes your legs apart, crawling in between them to hover right above you. 

His hot breath fans your chest as he takes in your flustered form. “Just couldn’t wait till I got home, huh..?” You don’t respond, and he trails his fingers through your hair. Suddenly, he wraps some of it around his fingers and pulls. 

A quiet moan escapes your lips at the feeling, and that simple noise sparks something in those darker amber eyes of his. “Such pretty noises… but they aren’t words, baby bird.” He clicks his tongue. 

You’d already been quite bratty… so why stop now? You pout up at him, as much as you can with his hands in your hair, anyway. You knew he enjoyed the fight. 

“Mm, but you came, didn’t you?~” You tease, before he tugs harder, ripping another moan from your throat. His face is inches from your neck as he growls. His hot breath fans your throat, teeth inching dangerously to your jugular.

“I guess I’ll have to remind you just who’s in charge, angel… and it isn’t you.” A feather flies from his plumes, wrapping around your wrists just enough to make sure you can’t move them. He wraps his hand around them, pinning them above your head. Your chest sticks out just a bit more from the angle. 

“So pretty.. It’s a shame, really..” He murmurs, disappointment clear in his tone. You shift, letting out a quiet whine. Before you can speak, he clicks his tongue again. “No, pretty bird… you had your chance. It seems like I need to remind you just who’s in charge, hmm..?” 

Heat rushes to your core at just how low his voice is. Oh, you fucked up. But this is exactly what you wanted. “Just sit still… you’re too horny to wait for me, hmm? Fine then…” His eyes flick up to yours for a moment. Even though you could feel just how hard he was, he stops for just a moment. 

“You can answer one question- what are our colors?” You falter, but you’re grateful. Despite how turned on he was, he always asked. 

“Red means stop…” His tongue trails down your stomach, and your words catch in your throat. “Yellow- Yellow means slow down, and… and green means it’s all good…” He hums in approval. 

“One last one. What’s the safe word?” 

“Treehouse.” “Good girl… fuck… I’m gonna absolutely wreck you sweetheart. But first… I have an idea.” He shifts, laying on his back as he gently guides you onto his face. 

“You’re gonna sit on my face until I’ve had enough. Sound good, little bird?~” Before you can respond, his arms wrap around your thighs. Pulling you down, your heat directly on his mouth. 

A quiet moan escapes your lips as his tongue traces your folds. “Fuck, Kei…” He slaps your ass cheek, and you whine. 

“Who am I?” He all but growls against you. 

“Sir..” You whimper, swallowing hard as his feathers dig into your wrists just a little more. 

He lets out a low chuckle, before giving you a harsh suck on your clit. “Good girl.” The moment he properly tastes you, he hums in approval.

A moan escapes your lips as he goes back to tongue-fucking you, making noises and holding you down like you were his last meal. Fuck- he was hot. And the fact he was holding you down on top of him? 

If there was any anxiety about suffocating him, he left no room to argue. If he wanted to suffocate himself on your pussy, he was gonna do it.

His lips shift, now wrapping around your clit. A mewl escapes your lips as your legs spread a little wider. He chuckles, the sound going straight to your core. 

When another whine leaves your lips, this time when he slows down. He hums, the vibrations making you jolt. After a few moments, he lets go of one of your thighs, sliding in two of his fingers. 

A deep moan escapes your lips this time. “F-fuck-” You can’t help but grind down onto his face, and he grips your waist tightly. When his fingers find that spongy spot inside of you, another moan escapes your lips. He chuckles, before abusing that spot. 

It doesn’t take long before that coil tightens almost painfully in your stomach. You’re panting, moaning, practically riding his fingers and his face– and with a nip to your clit, you fall apart on top of him. 

He’s quick, hardly letting you savor your orgasm before having you face down and ass up. “Such a good slut- who’s my good little whore, huh?” He slaps your ass, pulling a mewl from your throat. 

“I-I am-” He slaps your other ass cheek, a warning growl emanating from behind you. 

“I am?” The dark, dominant sound of his voice makes your thighs press together a little. But you wanted to see how far you could push him… his punishments were always good. So, she just nods. He sighs a bit, clicking his tongue. 

“Naughty bird… here I was, about to reward you for taking everything so well..” There’s faux sympathy in his tone. His hand gently rubs one of your ass cheeks, before slapping it hard. You yelp out softly, though there’s a soft moan mixed in. 

“Ah, that’s right… you like that sort of shit dontcha?” He chuckles, the sound holding a promise of danger. One that you like. “Fine… I’ll make it hurt then, princess.” 

Without warning, his hard cock slams into your core, giving you no chance to accommodate him. A mixture between a moan and a cry escapes your lips. He stills his hips completely against yours, his lips against your ear. 

“Color, love?” His voice is raspy, and you clench around him at the sound. 

“G-green, sir-” You whimper, biting your lip. His feather holds your hands in front of you on the bed, unable to hold your upper half up. He hums in approval again, his tongue tracing the shell of your ear. 

“Good girl…” He murmurs, before pulling out a bit. Without warning, he slams back into you, setting a brutal pace that has you seeing stars. Mixtures of “oh my god” and profanities are pulled from your lips as the head of his cock slams against your cervix. 

“Such a good slut- gonna fuck ya till ya can’t walk- that want you want? Tell me you want it-” He grunts, panting as he continues to slam into you. Your mouth opens to respond, but you can’t get a word out. The only thing spilling from your lips is moans, whimpers, and a little bit of drool. That feeling of warmth in your stomach returns quickly, the coil tightening again.

“Can’t even talk back anymore, huh?” He chuckles, grabbing your hair and pulling you up by it, then holding you by the throat. “Such a pretty little whore.. And all fucking mine.” Each word was punctuated with a deep thrust. 

And with that, the coil snaps. Your vision goes white as you clench down around him. Moaning out loudly, your eyes roll into your head as your tongue lolls from your mouth. 

After a few more thrusts, he buries himself into you, and you can literally feel the warmth of his release settling in your womb. A soft whine escapes your lips at the feeling. His feather lets go of your wrists, gently trailing your back before going back to his wings. 

He’s panting, before peppering kisses on your shoulders. “You took me so well, such a good girl…” He murmurs, letting himself slide out of your tight hole. His cum begins to dribble out, trailing down your thighs. You whine again, now for the loss of feeling. He laughs lightly, turning you around to kiss your forehead. 

“Alright, baby bird… let’s get you all cleaned up, hmm?” He coos, brushing your hair away from your face. You lean into his touch. 

Keigo was a lot of things. Dominant, rough, unrelenting- but kind, gentle, and caring. You hum in response, approval clear in your tone. Now… all that’s left of the night is for him to spoil you with his love. And you knew he wouldn’t hold back on that either. 

[keigo-takamis-no-1-simp]

Ｈａｗｋｓ Ｘ Ｒｅａｄｅｒ : Ｄａｒｋ ｔｈｏｕｇｈｔｓ ａｎｄ ａ Ｈｏｌｌｏｗ Ｈｅａｒｔ （Ｏｎｅ ｓｈｏｔ）

CW/TW: mentions of death, cuts, depictions of violence, blood, self harm, self-destructive thoughts

𝙿𝚊𝚒𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐: Hawks x gn! Reader

𝚂𝚞𝚖𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚢: Your depression is getting worse and worse as time goes on. You've never talked to your boyfriend about it, as you were always able to get through it on your own.

What happens when he comes home and finds you succumbing to those dark thoughts, leaving you left with a hollow heart?

𝙶𝚎𝚗𝚛𝚎: Good Ol' Angst and Hurt/Comfort

𝚆𝚘𝚛𝚍 𝙲𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚝: 2401

𝙼𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝

Dating the #2 hero is hard. 

Not only does it need to be hidden from the media (for both of your sakes), but it means him risking his life everyday. It means him disappearing off the face of the earth occasionally without warning. 

I can’t say much. I’m a pro hero too, after all. But with that comes the anxiety and trauma of not being able to save everyone. 

This is something Keigo knows well. Something I know well. 

We’ve talked about it before. While he’s able to manage these things well, I’m not quite so lucky. Being diagnosed with a myriad of mental health disorders is annoying. 

They’re all very much accurate but come on. 

Within the last few weeks, it’s been getting worse. The inability to take the medications that very much help me to function, patrols taking much more out of me than usual– if Keigo could see it, he didn’t say anything. 

Part of me is grateful for it. Another part of me wishes he’d call me out on it. After a particularly stressful patrol, I throw my apartment door open. 

Tossing my shoes in the general direction of the cabinets, I make my way to my bedroom. I’d failed to save several people. Killing those who needed to be erased from existence was one thing. 

Seeing those same glassy, empty eyes from my own failures? Much, much different. 

My eyes burn as I stalk to the bathroom. Taking off my hero costume and chucking it into the corner, I meet my gaze in the mirror. Blood splotches on my face, in my hair, and on my hands. 

I slam my fist into the mirror, shattering it with a cry. As pieces of reflective glass fall onto the counter, I slam my hand into the remaining pieces on the wall. 

I deserved the pain. I was a failure. 

And I couldn’t tell anyone. 

Panting, I step back. I sink onto the floor, covering my face with my good hand. Shaky breaths escape my lips as I curl up. Dark thoughts had started piling up in my mind a few days ago. Keigo, being the busy man he was, was rarely home. We technically shared the apartment, but lately he’d practically been living at his agency. 

Avoiding me, I’m sure. 

I mean, how could I blame him? Dark circles traced my eyes, my arms littered with new and healing cuts. I’d promised to go to him when I felt this way, but how could I? He had so much on his plate already. 

Rumi had been more talkative recently. We were friends, but it was a lot more often than usual that I received a text. A meme. Hell, she’d even called me a few times. 

Hot, fat tears rolled down my cheeks and splattered onto my thighs. “You deserve so much better. Why are you with me?” I murmur, rubbing my face with the heels of my palms. 

“Why deal with someone who can’t save anyone? Why try to save someone who’s nothing but a failure?” My voice cracks. Shaky, uneven breaths fall off my lips. 

I couldn’t go to him. I couldn’t talk to him, I couldn’t text him, I couldn’t bring myself to even stop by his agency. If I did, I dropped off a small lunch to his receptionist. 

She was much more attractive than me. No wonder she worked under him. Standing, I purse my lips. I pick out the shards of glass, letting them fall with a ‘clink’ into the trashcan. Rinsing off my hand, I close my eyes and tilt my head back. 

It hurt, don’t get me wrong. But the wave of pure calm that swept through my mind was comforting. I grab a towel and dry it off, flipping it to where the bloody side was against the wall, and cover the mirror. 

Sweeping the glass into the trash, I grab another towel and shower. The warm water running down my frame held me in it’s embrace. My eyes flutter closed as my arms wrap around me. 

How long has it been? A week? Several? It felt like an eternity. If I remember right, it’s been a month (or close to it). I clean up, dry off, then wrap my hand and arms. 

I couldn’t go to him, even if I wanted to. I’d been tempted more than once to text Rumi, or one of the other heroes I’d become friends with. But no matter how many times I wrote out that same text, I deleted it. 

If I did send it, I deleted it and replaced it with some stupid meme. 

Changing into one of his hoodies, I stop and throw it off. I pull one of my own over my head. I didn’t deserve to wear one of his. They didn’t smell like him anymore anyways.

Settling into bed, my eyes stare at the dark ceiling. Tears prick at my eyes, and I roll over. I needed to sleep before he came home… if he even did at all. Squeezing my eyes shut, my mind wanders to a stupid fanfiction I’d read several weeks ago. I grip the fluffy blanket I covered myself with.

I’d never have that kind of comfort. I didn’t deserve it. And he would never know just how much that hurt, because I would never tell. I couldn’t. No matter what I did, whether I said something or not, he’d be stressed.

So why add to it? I curl into myself more. “I’m so sorry,” My voice was pathetic. I wasn’t worth his time. I wasn’t worth his energy. He was too stressed. I wasn’t worth the effort. As my mind drifts off, a few more tears land on the pillows underneath me. 

Keigo

Landing on the balcony, I found it unlocked as usual. What was unusual was just how dark the inside of the apartment was. My brows furrow as I pull off my jacket. Sliding off my shoes, I take note of their own, thrown into a corner. 

My hours had been much longer than usual recently, and I knew that was hard on them. As awful as I felt, I couldn’t do much about it. With the commission up my ass, I had to work more and more to get an obscene amount of work done. Hell, I was lucky to come home at all.

All I wanted was to curl up and cuddle with my significant other, forgetting about how awful the real world is. Even if it’s only for a little while.

Speaking of which…

“Baby bird?” I call, setting my shoes down and making my way towards the bedroom. The shower wasn’t going, neither was any music from the office. The kitchen was empty, so that left one place. 

Slowly pushing open the door, my gaze panned across the room. The bathroom door was still open, their body curled up under the red fluffy blanket I got them a month ago for when I’m too far away.

I smile, the sight making my heart swell in my chest. That was until the moonlight hit their face, showing the drying tear tracks. 

I quietly make my way over and sit beside them, my head cocked to the side as I took in their features. Asleep, peaceful. Even though they’d been crying, they were still attractive as ever. 

I brush a piece of hair away from their eyes. My feather, which I’d given to them as a necklace, sat elsewhere. I couldn’t feel their heartbeat. 

As I carefully wipe away a tear, they begin to stir. I jolt up, shifting to the end of the bed to undress as if I hadn’t seen anything. My heart slamming against my ribcage, I toss my hero uniform shit onto the crappy chair in the corner. 

Meticulously, I slide on a t-shirt and thread my wings through. A soft yawn grabs my attention as I finish pulling up and tying my sweatpants. “Hey birdie,” I coo, crawling into bed beside them. Their breathing was shaky, even though they tried to hide it. 

I could hear it clear as day. 

“What happened?” Bringing their head to rest against, they lean into my touch. They let out a hum while I drag my fingers through their hair. 

“Just a lot of stress, it’s all good,” Their voice shakes as they speaks. I frown, cocking my head to the side again. 

“Angel, you can talk to me; you know that, right?” I prod them to turn and face me. Their lower lip quivers, and they nod. I cup their face with my hands. 

“Just had a bad patrol,” They start, shrugging. Their voice betrays that there is much, much more under the surface. “It’s ok though, I’m fine. Just stressed.” Repeating themselves, they bury their face into my neck.

I wrap my arms around their waist, my chin resting on their head. “Baby bird you gotta tell me what’s wrong, or I can’t help you.” I keep my voice gentle, but firm. Their breath hitches. 

“I can’t,” They whimper, gripping onto me tighter. My brows furrow. 

“What do you mean you can’t..?” I rub their back as they take in a shaky breath. 

“You have a lot you’re dealing with already, I can’t add to that–” I pull them away and have them look at me again. Their eyes wide, a pang jolted through my subconscious. Maybe that was a little too rough–

“I want you to talk to me. No matter how busy I am, no matter what’s going on, I want to be here. I’m choosing to be here, every time.” I gently press my lips to their forehead. They're shaking. 

“But…” They try, hiccupping as a sob cuts them off. 

“C’mere,” I drag them into a hug. They hold onto the back of my shirt tightly, hands inches from the roots of my wings. This time, I didn’t care. Consciously, I slow my breathing. Calm. 

“I’m sorry,” Their voice cracks. I shush them, placing another kiss on their head. 

“Don’t apologize; we can talk when you’re ready.” they nod into my chest, exhaling shakily. A good few minutes pass with the sounds of their breathing filling the room. My hand continues to trace patterns on their back as they relax into my arms. 

They lean back finally, sitting cross-legged in front of me. “I’m… it’s getting bad again,” They purse their lips. I hum in response to show I’m listening, continuing to trace patterns on their back.

“I don’t… I can’t wrap my head around why you’re with me. I’m a lot, I know I’m a lot. I have so much shit you have to deal with, and I feel like you feel like you have to walk on eggshells a lot.” They take in a breath. 

“You deserve so, so much better. I’m a burden to you, taking up the time you should have to yourself. I take up space, I’m a waste of money and patience,” They sniffle. I hold them against me a little tighter. 

“I feel like I can’t talk to you because of how much you deal with already. I’m already such a shitty significant other, I don’t want to make it worse and make you leave. I can’t-” They cut themself off, taking in another shaky breath. 

“I can’t handle that.” 

I hook my finger under their chin and bring their lips to mine. They jump a little, then melts into it. Their hands move to my chest, gripping my shirt. I place a hand on the back of their head, not holding in place but resting it. 

After a few moments, we parted. I press small, chaste kisses across their face.

“I’m with you because I want to be. You have no idea just how special you are to me. And hell, I’m the one that doesn’t deserve you. You’ve helped me in so many ways that it’s hard to count, but I’ll start saying them if I have to.” 

They look at me, confusion swimming in their e/c eyes. I kiss the corners of them. “You’re an amazing person, and an amazing hero. You can’t save everyone, but I know that you do everything you can to do so even if you know that. I know you, and I know how much you care.” They sniffle. I place yet another kiss on their forehead. “You know I have a lot of my own shit. I don’t come to you as often as I should, frankly. I just work myself harder.” It was hard to admit, but it felt right. They look at me steadily now, placing their hands over my stubble. 

“I don’t have to walk on eggshells,” I take their hands in my own. “I want to protect you and make you feel safe. I’m not perfect but I try. That ties into how I talk and how I act with you. No eggshells, just love.” I smile. They smile back, though faintly. 

“As for you being a ‘shitty significant other’- who the fuck told you that? Cause it sure as hell wasn’t me– it would be a big ass lie.” Even though I kept the tone lighthearted, the last bit was firm. Their eyes widened more. 

“Seriously. You are sweet, caring, kind, beautiful, compassionate, intelligent- I could go on and on. And I will if you want me to.” They smile again, this time a little wider. 

“You’re no waste of anything. I’m happy to spend what I do on you, to spend time with you, and I choose to be patient because I understand to a degree.” I kiss their hands. 

“I don’t plan on leaving anytime soon, baby bird. You’re stuck with me,” I kiss their lips lightly. They lean into it, but I shift to their cheeks, then their nose, then their forehead. 

“Until you tell me to fuck off. I’m a selfish bastard after all. You got that?” They giggle, hugging me tightly. 

“Thank you,” They murmur with a sigh. Their arms are wrapped, as is one of their hands. I’d talk about it with them tomorrow. I hug back, my wings wrapping around the pair of us. 

“Of course. I love you,” My words are whispered into their hair, but they hear them clear as day. 

“I love you too.”

[keigo-takamis-no-1-simp]

Ｈａｗｋｓ Ｘ Ｒｅａｄｅｒ : Ｓｕｒｐｒｉｓｅ Ｖｉｓｉｔ （Ｏｎｅ ｓｈｏｔ）

𝙿𝚊𝚒𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐: Hawks x gn! Reader

𝚂𝚞𝚖𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚢: You're closing up after a shift at your little bakery when someone ends up at your doorstep. To your surprise, it's the dumbass that wasn't supposed to end up anywhere near your little place ever again.

𝙶𝚎𝚗𝚛𝚎: Fluff, cute shit, banter, slight gore (wounds), slight angst

𝚆𝚘𝚛𝚍 𝙲𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚝: 2328

𝙼𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝

In the city of Nagoya, rain was extremely common. 

Owning a small bakery on the edge of downtown was a decision you had made a few years ago. As the villains around you became more and more dangerous, you backed out. The little shop you ended up opening was a place for a few villains you still speak to, but that was far and few in between. 

Humming along to the soft rock music playing on the speakers, you do one final glance over the place. There wasn’t much left, thankfully. The other workers went home hours ago, that was more than fine with you. 

After all, this place has already become your pride and joy.

You glance up at the tinted doors as they rattle incessantly. “Wind is picking up..” Mumbling to yourself, you stride over to lock it so the glass doors don’t slam open and shatter. 

Moments after the key slides out of the lock, a figure slams into the door. 

You gasp, falling backwards onto the hardwood below you. Then, your brows furrow. Did that bird brain come back after you’d explicitly told him to never set foot inside again? It wasn’t anything against him, per se. It was just too dangerous for both of you. 

His large wings are much smaller than usual and oddly shaped. Immediately recognizing it was, in fact, the same man, you unlock the door. 

You’d seen plenty of banged up heroes and villains over time. Despite that, nothing could’ve possibly prepared you for what you were met with. 

Hawks leans against the small outcropping by your door. His wings droop to either side, missing an obscene amount of feathers. He’s shivering, bruises and blood covering his face and clothing. 

But what makes you stop in place are his eyes. 

Those normally piercing amber and gold eyes were hazed over. They meet with yours, and his split lips open to speak.

“... didn’ know where else t’ go..” He mumbles. His knees give out. 

Immediately, your arms are underneath him, keeping him from hitting the concrete. 

“Hey, hey- you can’t just-” Upon looking just a little closer, his wounds were more apparent. Had he been assaulted..? 

You shake your head. You could deal with all the shit that comes with this AFTER you ensure this stupid bastard doesn’t die. 

Glancing around, you practically drag the unconscious hero into your little shop. Once inside, you lock the doors. He’s soaked, and now you are too. 

With a sigh, you slowly heave him up into your arms like a toddler. It’s primarily so his huge ass wings don’t drag or slam into anything, but you’re sure it’s laughable from an outsider's perspective. 

You take him upstairs to your apartment. Out of all of the places to go, he came here. It had to have been out of the way for him- that thought causes your expression to soften. 

As much as you hated to admit it, you did care about the dumbass. Not that you’d ever tell him that. 

After getting him into a chair, you run and grab a towel and first aid kit. Upon returning, you crouch in front of him.

You frown, looking at him closer now. There aren’t any pricks of a needle that you can see, but he’d definitely been drugged by how he was acting. 

His bottom lip is split, his jaw bruising already. His shoulders and side have a few cuts, along with some on his legs. “What the hell did you do, get into a fight with a weed whacker?” You murmur, shaking your head. 

You carefully slip off his jacket, half tempted to just cut the damn thing off from his wings. You end up doing that with his shirt. You lean back, making sure his wings aren’t crushed by the chair. 

You get to work, cleaning his wounds and covering them up properly. Thank god none of them would need stitches, though you had things for that just in case. While cleaning up his side, he begins to come to. 

“Welcome back buddy,” You sigh, throwing away another bloodied towelette. He looks down at you confused.

“[Name]..?” He murmurs, blinking slowly. His eyes finally focus on you.

“In the flesh,” You smile a little. “What happened to you?” At this question, his fluffy brows furrow. Somehow, his eyeliner is still on point. 

“I went… I went for a drink with some friends-” He sucks in a breath. You look up at him patiently. “I think someone put something in my drink- I was feelin’ a little tipsy anyway- then..” He trails off. 

“Keigo, what did they do to you?” At his actual name, his eyes focus a little more for a split second. As pissed as you are that he’s here- you’re more pissed that someone took advantage of him. 

“... I can’t remember.” His voice is uncharacteristically quiet. You sigh, sitting in front of him. 

“You look like you were beaten pretty badly. Hell, you were missing some feathers when you got here.” The towel wrapped around his torso was still warm from the dryer. 

His brows furrow more, his gaze panning around. “Where are we..?” You roll your eyes. 

“You appeared on the doorstep of my bakery.” Confusion dances through his gold and amber eyes. 

“I was in Kyoto… how did I..?” You shake your head. 

“Don’t worry about it, bird brain. Let's just get you dried off and cleaned up.”

He nods a little, leaning forward. You immediately stop him, gently righting him. “Hey, be careful! If you fall I’ll have to get your heavy ass back onto that chair- I can clean you up best here.” Your scolding was more half-assed than before. 

A smile tugs at his lips. “And here… I thought, you were gonna leave me outside,” He chuckles a little, wincing as the cut opens a little more. You frown up at him. 

“I’m not heartless- but don’t make a habit of this, alright?” You glare at him, but he just looks up at the ceiling. With a small sigh, you pick a few alcohol wipes out of the kit beside you. 

“This is gonna sting.” You begin to clean one of his wounds, and he hisses in pain for a split second, tensing. “Deep breaths, feather boy.” 

He sucks in a breath, gritting his teeth. You start on his thighs, working your way up his sides. Your eyes graze over a fairly deep gash, and you frown. “This one’s a bit deep… deep breath.” 

When he takes one, you clean the dirt and grime out of it. Oddly enough, he just grits his teeth and clenches his hands. You smile a little. “There ya go.” 

Once they are clean, you begin carefully wrapping them. “You’re… good at that.” You glance up at him, a brow raised. His eyes are still hazy, but focus on yours. You shake your head a little. 

“Well, I’ve had to patch up my fair share of people.” A smile tugs at your lips. He makes a noise of approval.

You look over his face, gently placing your hand on his jaw to move his face around. His brows furrow a little, but he lets you do it without fighting against you. 

You carefully clean up his lip, frowning to yourself. “... any idea who did this to you?” You barely manage to keep the anger out of your voice. He looks at you steadily. For a split second, it almost looked like his eyes sharpened again. 

“Was out with a few people I know…” He sighs, flexing one of his wings to stretch it. He then winces, frowning in disapproval. You sigh. 

“Well yeah- who in particular?” You sit back, looking over his wounds once more. Everything being patched up, you could get him some new pants to keep him dry. 

“Some lizard guy, a girl with buns, and… someone else.” You look up at his face, and it’s slightly scrunched in thought. 

“Sounds like Spinner and Toga.” Surprise flickers over his face. 

“Yeah… you’re right. Twice- that was the other one.” A smile tugs on your lips. “Wait- how do you know who I’m talking about?” You sigh and shrug. 

“We’ve been through this more than once before, feather boy. I’m not really on either side. If someone comes in, they’re a customer. Respect is all I ask.” He looks at you steadily, the haze fading for just a moment. 

“That’s… something I’ve never heard before.” She smirks lightly. 

“Yep. Something I pride myself on.” He smiles a bit, leaning back a little in his seat. 

“... I’m glad I ended up here, then.” He sighs, letting his head fall back. You look up at him with a raised brow, wrapping his thigh carefully. 

“Really now?” Your voice is teasing, but curious. Considering it didn’t sound like he had many options in the first place, it’s still odd that he chose here. 

“Yeah… You’re here, ain’tcha?” He smirks playfully. You roll your eyes, but a smile tugs at your lips. 

“Real charmer, you are.” He laughs a little, but it’s cut off. “I’m almost done.” He makes a sound to show he heard you. You finally finish by wrapping up his chest. He watches you closely as you work. 

“There. Feel better?” You lean back on your heels, and he smiles a bit. 

“Yeah, actually. Thank you,” He starts to stand up, but it’s obvious he’s still woozy from the drug.

“Hey, hey- careful,” You mutter, having him lean on you. He groans– partially in frustration, and partially due to dizziness. Carefully getting him over to your couch, he flops onto it. He looks up at you. 

“Listen, feather boy. I can’t just let you leave in good conscience when you’re still obviously under some kind of influence.” Crossing your arms, you look down at him. 

For a split second, surprise flickers over his expression. Had you not been watching closely– or used to seeing the stupid mask he puts on– you would’ve missed it. 

“Thanks, Dove,” He smiles. You chuckle softly.

“Dove?” You head to the small kitchen attached to the living room. He looks over at you as you do so. 

“Yeah- cute nickname for a cute bird like yourself.” You roll your eyes again. 

“You’re a flirt, huh?” You pull out two mugs. After a moment, he sighs. 

“I should get going soon.” You make a noise of disapproval. “What? I feel fine-”

“Let me make you some tea and get warmed up, yeah? You can leave whenever you want after that.” He chuckles a bit. 

“See? I knew Dove fit.” This time, you laugh a bit yourself. Damn him and his ability to make you smile. That’s why it wasn’t safe to have him here. 

“Yeah yeah, whatever. What tea do you want?” He hums in thought after you ask. 

“You have any jasmine tea?” You smile to yourself, as that was one of your favorites. 

“I may just have some.” You find yourself teasing him, heading into your small kitchen. You pull out a wooden box full of tea bags, pulling out two jasmine bags. As you make the tea, he watches you closely. 

You hum to yourself. He’s surprised– you turn your back to him so casually, despite the fact that he could easily hurt you, if he wanted to. Yet, you had such an air of confidence around you. He didn’t even know what your quirk was, or if you even had one. 

You turn back around, bringing him a mug. He gives you a small smile, which you return. The tea smells wonderful- it’s been a while since he had tea like this. 

You sit on the other end of the couch, your legs propped up on a small coffee table. It made sense as to why you told him to never come back. You were like him– you walked the line. 

But unlike him, at least to his knowledge, your hands weren’t bloody. 

“What’s on your mind, birdie?” He blinks at the casual nickname, expecting something else. You look over at him. “What, can’t I be nice?” 

He finds himself laughing. “No, no… that’s not it.” He sighs a little, a smile still on his face. “Just rare that anyone’s that bold.” This time, you chuckle. 

“Maybe you’ve forgotten the kind of person I am.” He hums before responding. “Maybe it’s because I haven’t been able to see you in so long.” He’s right, and you both know it. You sigh a bit yourself now. 

“It’s not that I didn’t want to. You’re fun to talk to– interesting, unlike a lot of the other people that come in.” You lean back a bit, looking up at the ceiling. He raises a brow. 

“It’s safer for both of us, right?” You meet his eyes at his question. 

“Exactly.” 

He shifts, his wing just inches from your shoulder. It’s been months, and he desperately missed the platonic affection you both gave to one another. No strings attached, just two people fulfilling a nonsexual need. 

Your heart ached for him, just as badly as your arms did. But he had enough shit on his plate. 

He takes a sip of the tea, letting it warm him from the inside. After a moment, he sets it down. 

“I… don’t actually want you to go.” You admit softly. His eyes trail to you. “I’ve missed you. I miss feeling you beside me, all that shit.”

At your words, his heart skips a beat. He chuckles, leaning back. “Is that so? Then why don’t you ask me to stay?” 

You scoff. “Because…” You realize you don’t have a good reason, and he laughs. 

“Come ‘ere, dove.” You roll your eyes, instead gently pulling him up against you. 

“You’re the injured one here… let me take care of you.” With his head on your chest, your steady heartbeat against him… maybe, for once, he could actually rest. 

Just maybe.