#hawks fanfiction

[doumadono]

‼️Z BUTA WJEŻDŻA DO SINFUL SUNDAY ‼️

Sooooooo..... You know how you gave us your wonderful MHA mixed with vikings????

You know that I am a little shit that loves to annoy you??

Good BC THAT'S WHAT I AM DOING FOR THIS SINFUL SUNDAY!!!!

I would like to ask for a smut with your viking Hawks :3

Why??? Bc I can >:3

Of course feel free to ignor it.

💎🐺

Warnings: viking!Hawks

SINFUL SUNDAY KVITRAVN - MHA VIKING AU

In the dimly lit hall of the Viking longhouse, the crackling flames cast flickering shadows on the rugged walls. The air was thick with tension, a palpable energy that seemed to swirl around the figure of the formidable Viking leader, Hawks. His piercing gaze bore into yours, the ones of the thrall, a silent invitation that sent shivers down your spine.

The celebration ensued following the triumphant raid led by Earl Hawks. After a successful return with his warriors and shieldmaidens, a grand feast was organized to commemorate their achievements.

As the feast raged on around you, the clinking of tankards and the distant sounds of merriment faded into the background. The world narrowed down to the man before you, adorned in furs and leather, an embodiment of raw power.

Wordlessly, he led you to a secluded alcove, shielded from prying eyes. The air was charged with anticipation as Hawks closed the distance between you. His lips crashed onto yours, demanding and possessive. The taste of mead lingered on his tongue as he deepened the kiss, a fiery dance that left you breathless.

Cloaked in the heat of the moment, Hawks' hands roamed over your body, fingers deftly undoing the intricate fastenings of your garments. The air was thick with the scent of passion as he lifted you onto a sturdy wooden table, his eyes never leaving yours.

The rough-hewn table became a battleground of desire, a clash of primal instincts as Hawks left a trail of hot kisses along your neck and collarbone. Each touch was a promise, a testament to the untamed passion that burned within him.

His hot breath whispered promises, and you moaned softly, the sound mingling with his own grunting.

"Look at you, my little thrall," Hawks growled, his voice low and husky, a command that sent shivers down your spine. The hunger in his eyes spoke of a primal need, and you could feel the magnetic pull drawing you closer. "I saw you staring at me for the entire feast."

"I want you, my lord, but I'm nothing but your servant," you whispered, your voice laced with urgency.

Hawks grinned, a predatory gleam in his eyes, before capturing your lips again in a searing kiss. His hands moved with purpose, divesting you of the remaining layers that separated you from the raw intensity of the moment and the cool air of his alcove.

The air was thick with the scent of desire as Hawks' fingers traced patterns of heat across your skin as they slipped between your thighs, rubbing little circles around your slick slit. His touch ignited flames within you, and you arched into him, craving more of the searing connection that bound you together.

Hawks' voice was a seductive melody as he murmured against your ear, "You're mine tonight, completely and utterly, little Y/N."

A whimper escaped your lips as his hands explored every inch of your exposed flesh, mapping out the terrain of passion. The sensations intensified, a heady mix of pleasure and yearning that threatened to consume you.

Hawks' lips found their way to the hollow of your throat, his tongue tracing a path of molten desire.

"I've wanted this," he confessed, his breath hot against your ear, "To taste you, to feel your silky skin beneath my hands."

His words fueled the flames, and the world around you blurred into a haze of ecstasy. Hawks' kisses left a trail of fire as he descended lower, his actions speaking louder than words in the intimate language of desire.

Hawks gracefully lowers himself to his knees, urging you to perch on the table's edge as he gently parted your thighs. Casting one final sultry glance, he plunged into a seductive dance of kisses and nibbles along the expanse of your inner thighs, progressively drawing nearer to your welcoming mound. With finesse, he enveloped his skilled mouth around your slit.

An unrestrained moan escaped your lips, reverberating in the room as you surrender to the sensation. Your head tossed backward, finding solace on the wooden surface beneath you. The sinuous arch of your back accentuates the pleasure coursing through your veins, mirroring the rhythmic motion of his tongue gliding up and down your moist slit. Every so often, he expertly flicked his attention around your sensitive clit, intensifying the ecstasy that courses through your entire being by sucking on a sensitive bud.

He withdrew, taking a moment to moisten two of his roughened fingers with a deliberate lick, and then he pressed them against your sensitive clit. The calloused digits skillfully moved in rhythmic circles, expertly stimulating your clit as he simultaneously delved into the depths of your pussy with his tongue, spreading your labia with the fingers of his free hand. "Mmmm, you're so delicious, little one," he commented casually.

"More, my lord," you pleaded, your back arching further as your thighs quivered in the midst of an overwhelming wave of pleasure, leaving you in a state of blissful abandon.

Hawks deftly slid his fingers into your pussy, skillfully preparing you for his cock. Meanwhile, his mouth enveloped your clit, and his tongue danced artfully around the delicate bud. A skillful combination of flicks and suctions heightened the sensations, intensifying your pleasure to new heights.

"Allfather!" You whined, slipping one hand between your thighs to rub vicious circles around your clit.

Hawks let you do that, grinning at your vulnerable state that turned him on so much.

In an intimate moment, Hawks guided you through the throes of pleasure as your first orgasm unfolded around his fingers. Following this intense connection, he gently lifted you up from the table, cradling you in his arms, and carried you to his bed, where sumptuous furs adorned the top.

The soft glow of candlelight played upon the well-defined contours of his legs, arms, chest, and back, creating a sensual ambiance as he started undressing himself. Each piece of clothing he shed seemed like a deliberate tease, revealing the toned and sculpted physique beneath. Finally, as his pants dropped away, his cock was unveiled, proudly resting against his abdomen; his tip leaking precum.

Hawks caressed his cock with deliberate strokes, his gaze fixed on you as you willingly held your thighs apart while your fingers traced gentle circles on your moistened slit, heightening the anticipation in the air.

With a whispered request, you sought permission, your words laden with desire, "May I taste you, my lord?"

Hawks, in response, nodded affirmatively, closing the distance as he approached the edge of the bed.

You instantly rolled to your knees and crawled to the edge of the bed, taking his cock in your small hands, spitting down on his tip, spreading the saliva with your hands all over his thick, hard shaft. In a matter of moments, you lowered yourself, delicately trailing the tip of your tongue along the length of his cock, starting from its base and ascending all the way to its apex. You enveloped your lips around the delicate tip, expertly applying suction as your skilled movements traversed the length of his shaft. The rhythmic motion of pulling the skin up and down his cock elicited a deep, guttural groan from the earl, resonating with the passion that enveloped the moment.

"Keep on sucking my cock, little one," Hawks encouraged. "Just like that."

In the midst of your passionate encounter, you delicately withdrew his dick from your mouth, allowing your tongue to playfully tease its tip. After a few teasing strokes, you eagerly sucked him back into your mouth.

His hands glided into the soft strands of your hair, cradling the back of your head as he began to rhythmically move his hips, the deliberate pace of his thrusts conveying a raw intensity. A low growl escaped his lips, punctuated by muttered curses, expressing the sheer pleasure he derived from the sensation of your warm, welcoming mouth enveloping his throbbing cock.

In the throes of escalating desire, unable to withstand the intensity any longer, Hawks gently guided your head away. With a commanding yet passionate force, he encouraged you to recline. Subsequently, he pressed you firmly onto the mattress, the softness of the bed and the warmth of fur enveloping you as his weight asserted its presence. The union of your bodies unfolded seamlessly as he skillfully pushed his cock into the depths of your pussy.

In the throes of passion, your shriek echoed through the room, a symphony of surprise and ecstasy. His cock's size surpassed your expectations, his essence an embodiment of unexpected magnitude. The profound stretch, though intense, danced on the delicate line between pleasure and pain.

He executed a rhythmic yet purposeful series of forceful thrusts, causing the entire bed to reverberate with each powerful movement. The passionate exchange of kisses between the two of you intensified, and as your hands trailed down his back, they came to a rest on his well-defined, round ass, encouraging him to delve even deeper into your pussy.

With one exceptionally potent thrust, he elicited another ecstatic cry from you, prompting you to dig your nails into his intricately tattooed back adorned with expansive wing designs.

"I'll cum, I'm about to cum!" You cried out.

Hawks skillfully guided you to recline on your side. Gently raising your leg, he positioned himself intimately behind you, seamlessly reintroducing his cock into your pussy. With precision, he cradled your leg on his hip, granting him unrestricted access to your pussy, and after licking his fingers, he brought them to your clit, rubbing it viciously.

In the heat of the moment, his rhythmic thrusts intensified, drawing forth passionate moans that echoed your appreciation of his prowess. Your arousal manifested in the rhythmic clenching of your pussy around his hard shaft.

"I'm cumming, I'm cumming!" You whined loudly, fondling your tits.

As the intensity escalated, Hawks skillfully transitioned, his hand moving from the delicate terrain of your clit to explore the bulge in your abdomen. A self-assured smirk played on his lips, his warm breath whispering seductive words into your ear. "Look at you, little thrall, all whiney and needy, just for me. Just look at how deep my cock is buried within you. You pussy fits perfectly to my dick." Simultaneously, he applied a tantalizing pressure on the prominent bulge formed by his cock nestled within you.

The slick juices of yours cascaded down his shaft, covering his blonde pubes in your slickness. Soon, with a few powerfu thrusts, growling loudly, Hawks came in you, his seed spilling all over your velvey walls as his balls emptied. "Fuck, fuck, fuck, that's it, take it, little one, take all of my seed, yeah?"

After disengaging from your proximity, he reclined onto his back, drawing deep breaths in an attempt to steady himself.

Unperturbed by your exposed form, you gracefully shifted to your side, observing him with a discerning gaze. Your hand delicately traced a path along the contours of his well-defined, tattooed chest. "Thank you, my lord," you whispered, your voice carrying a tone of sincere appreciation.

Anticipating an immediate expulsion from his bed and the alcove, you were surprised when, instead, he drew you closer, enveloping both of you under a layer of thick furs. His whispered words brushed against your ear, "I'll make you my queen. Everyone will fear and respect you, just as they do me."

Blinking in disbelief, you stammered, "But, my lord, I'm just a thrall…"

He fixed you with a stern gaze. "And I am the earl. Everyone adheres to my command."

[iiyoshi]

Y/n : Who's a good boy?

Keigo/Hawks : Me. Me! ME!

Y/n : I was talking to the dog, idiot.

Keigo/Hawks : I was talking to the bird, stupid.

Y/n :

Y/n : Sure you were.

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(Remastered)💐𝒲𝑒’𝓇𝑒...

(Just improved some phrases)

Hawks/ Keigo Takami x F!Reader

💖Synopsis

you've been feeling sick all morning, morning headaches and sickness, Keigo wanted to stay by your side and take care of you, but you insisted telling that you can handle yourself. You being alone, you discovered something about the cause of your sickness.

⚠️WARNING: Bonus content contains 18+ content.

✨Proof read done (comment if you see mistakes.)

Tag list: @mysideeffectsofyou

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💐You've been feeling sick all morning. you don’t know what you ate, but when you checked everything was clean.

💐You grabbed your phone, craving to hear his voice, knowing he is probably busy doing hero work, you tried to call. Sadly, he didn't answer the call. Suddenly in the process of putting your phone down, a vibration occurs indicating that a notification popped up on your phone grabbing your attention. 

wide eyes you quickly changed your clothes and went to the convenience store.

💐’Positive’ its what the test said. You were ecstatic. Oh you couldn't wait for Keigo to see this, you imagine him grinning like a child. Grabbing your phone hoping he would answer this time. Still no answer. You were sad, but hero work is hero work, you left the stick on the bathroom counter and slept.

💐When he called out for his love, upon entering the home they built, the usual response was not there to greet him, he fears that you were still feeling sick he wished he could have stayed to take care of you but you insisted.

💐When he entered your shared room he found you asleep, he smiled feeling thankful that he can come home to a sight of this. Trying not to disturb your sleep, he quietly removes his uniform to prepare for a nice shower.

💐After he finished his night shower, in the midst of brushing his teeth then he noticed a small box that was not there this morning. Curiously Picking up the box

"What's this" asking himself out of curiosity.

‘accurate results in only three minutes, one line for negative, two lines for-'

he stopped, did he read that right? Two lines for pregnant? He opened the box to only see a paper instructions, 'where is it’ he thought looking around.

Then there he saw it, "Two lines, there-there are two lines" he whispered aloud

his wings fluffed up, he couldn't hold his happiness, you is this why you kept calling him a while ago?

"Oh, baby" with much loving affection, blushing even. It made his heart soar, he wanted to shout to the bliss of knowing you are pregnant with his child, on how he is going to be a father, but he didn't want to wake you up. 

💐Going out of the bathroom, he carefully approached you, gently laying down beside you. Placing his head just beside your breast cuddling up against you, seeking closeness and comfort. However, his action turned out to be a big misstep causing you to wake up by his sudden presence 

💐"your home" you managed to say, looking at Keigo who in return is smiling back at you.

"I'm home, baby bird, oh and look what I found" proudly showing you the positive pregnancy test he found in the bathroom, looking at you with a smile on the face

💐Sudden mix of emotion came rushing in, causing you to cry emotionally. Him knowing you're pregnant made you anxious.

Keigo was taken aback with your sudden reaction and immediately hugged you, and whispered you affectionate words

"Oh no baby bird, I'm not mad" he reassured, holding you close "look at me, shhhh, hey look at me, do I look mad?" 

"No" Replying softly, feeling slightly overwhelmed and worried on how he would've react, learning about your pregnancy. 

"Surprise love, I'm pregnant" You managed to say, trying to sound cheerful after that short break down. He smiled, giggling, cuddling you against him making sure his hands is placed to where the baby would be.

"No baby bird, we're pregnant” he corrected, kissing you on the lips, later turned out to be a make out session.

In-between kisses he whispered "I can't wait for our little birds" expressing his excitement on the new journey ahead.

💐Bonus:

after the make out session he asked you a question.

"hey babe?"he started

"hm?" you hummed, signaling him to continue

"Can we have another one after this, then another one after that and then another after the another-" He would continue on rambling about having another baby, which does not seem to end. You were not having it.

"Hold on there mister" you paused, "I don’t wanna be looking like a watermelon for a long time" you teased, he suddenly gave you a slightly disappointed look, leading him to pull out his cute pleading look.

"Maximum of 2 children" you firmly stated, he was Devastated making a dramatic sigh pouting.

"two???, TWO???” He whined “no baby, please you know I have a breeding kink it’s part of my instincts to procreate. Baby, please you can't do this to me! I just want to fill you up with my warm juices, you like it when my warm cum is inside of you, letting my sperms find your egg and let it do its magic" you couldn't help but goofing smile at the face he’s making, he’s clearly imagining about the “magic” that the two of you can create.

"Keigo, stop imagining, you're hard again." you said, unfazed about his hard boner of a dick. Not even denying it he pulled you closer to him and whispered "I'm hard because, I love you, I wanna make love to you, let’s make magic"

With his hot irresistible voice, causing you to feel excited "I can't get out of this can I?"  Knowing that the both of you were soon going to do something that would make the neighbors report you about your “noise disturbances.”

With an eager expression, he responded "Nope, you can't" Looking at you with those loving predatory eyes, you know already that this is going to be a long eventful night.

With a playful eyes, "Welp, what are you waiting for daddy" you challenged, your voice filled with excitement 

"Oh, baby bird" he whispered, his nickname that he gave you warming up your heart 

what a fantastic and passionate night you both had, poor fetus tho. Hahaha.😅🤣

Masterlist

[emotionalsupportemoboys]

M A S T E R L I S T

M H A F A N F I C S

Something to Live For [Dabi x F!Reader]

Angst & fluff occurring after ch. 390 of the manga

Lie to Me [Dabi x F!Reader] Pt. I

Pregnancy angst

Lie to Me [Dabi x F!Reader] Pt. II

Pregnancy angst, smut, & fluff

To Keep You Warm [Dabi x F!Reader]

Showering with Dabi smut

An Egg in the Nest [Hawks x F!Reader]

Pregnancy angst

Shark Week [Hawks x F!Reader] Pt. I

Hawks comforts you while you’re on your period smut

Shark Week [Hawks x F!Reader] Pt. II

Hawks helps get rid of your cramps smut

Not the Wings [Hawks x F!Reader]

Impact play and pegging Hawks smut

Living the Dream [Hawks x Dabi x F!Reader]

You stumble into the MHA universe

Early Bird [Hawks x Dabi x F!Reader]

Hero & villain threesome smut

The Sky Is Falling [Hawks x Dabi x F!Reader]

You, Hawks, & Dabi experiment with edibles smut

Keep Your Enemies Closer [Dabi x Hawks]

DabiHawks angst & smut

M H A D R A B B L E S

I’d go to hell for you [Dabi x Reader]

Toxic relationship angst

Let me help you [Dabi x F!Reader]

Injured Dabi angst

M H A H E A D C A N O N S

Hawks

SFW & NSFW

Dabi

SFW & NSFW

I do not give permission for any of my writing to be reposted, recorded, continued, or altered in any way. All characters © to their respective creators unless stated otherwise.

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[dddegen]

Hawks fic with a reader who doesn’t believe in herself much?

𝘀𝘂𝗿𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴! 𝗹𝗲𝘁 𝗺𝗲 𝗸𝗻𝗼𝘄 𝗵𝗼𝘄 𝗶 𝗱𝗶𝗱 :)

𝗻𝗼𝘁𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗶𝘀𝗻'𝘁 𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝘀𝘁𝗿𝗶𝗰𝘁𝗹𝘆 𝗰𝗮𝗻𝗼𝗻𝗶𝗰𝗮𝗹 𝗽𝗲𝗿𝘀𝗼𝗻𝗮𝗹𝗶𝘁𝘆. 𝗵𝗲'𝘀 𝗺𝘂𝗰𝗵 𝘀𝗼𝗳𝘁𝗲𝗿, 𝗺𝗼𝗿𝗲 𝗼𝗽𝗲𝗻 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿.

Keigo Takami "Hawks" x reader fluff/comfort

𝘀𝘂𝗺𝗺𝗮𝗿𝘆 : 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘒𝘦𝘪𝘨𝘰 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘥𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨. 𝘛𝘰𝘥𝘢𝘺 𝘪𝘴 𝘦𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘤𝘪𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴 𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘯 𝘢𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘒𝘦𝘪𝘨𝘰 𝘨𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢 𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘱𝘳𝘪𝘴𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶'𝘥 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘦𝘹𝘱𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘩𝘪𝘮.

ɪᴛ's ᴏᴋᴀʏ

You're beyond exhausted, hobbling into your shared apartment with makeup streaming down your face. One of the heels you had worn was broken, your hair was a mess from ripping the scrunchie out of it, and you couldn't stop the tears from flowing down your face. You had been rejected for a very high paying and comfy position, one that you had worked so hard on for so many years. You studied hard in high school in order to take college classes in your senior year to start early. You got yourself into the best college that taught you everything you needed to know. This was even your second time being rejected.

The first time, it was due to lack of on field experience, which was very understandable. So you went out and got that damn experience. Five whole years of it. But now? You weren't even given a reason. Nothing. It was like all of the time you'd spent working hard, sacrificing your social life, your mental health, your financial stability, everything, it was all a waste. Why were you rejected? You were the most qualified on a technical and experience standpoint. You had a wide range of ideas that you had expressed in your interview that the employer was actively engaging in. You were even quick to introduce solutions to many issues the company faced. So what happened?

Tossing your heels onto the floor just in front of the shoe rack, you walked to your couch and slumped down on it. Sinking into the cushion and back into the head rest, you could feel your throat burning with the urge to cry, yet you were just too tired to. You didn't understand what went wrong.

Keigo was set to be home from patrolling soon, promising earlier that he would bring dessert for the two of you to celebrate getting the job. How were you going to explain it without crying? You were gonna have to figure it out though, as he was currently calling you for an update. Slowly, you picked up your phone, looking down at the screen with bloodshot and burning eyes. A cute image of both of you as his contact photo. You felt like you had failed yourself, your family, 𝘩𝘪𝘮. With a thumb pressing onto the green button, you swiped and lazily propped the device up to your ear.

❝ Hey , chikadee .ᐟ 'm heading to the store now 。How did everything go  ִ𖤠 ❞

The excitement was clear in his tone. He was expecting a positive answer, yet your long pause had his excitement wavering.

❝ 𓈓 Chikadee — ִ𖤠 ❞

❝ I didn't get it 。❞

The silence was loud, and the air was feeling dense with tension. Despite your flat and matter of fact answer, there was a small crack of emotion that broke through your tone. It left you silent, embarrassed, and ashamed.

❝ I'll be home as fast as I can , okay  ִ𖤠 ❞

You couldn't respond, too busy holding back tears as you hung up. It took you only five minutes to gather yourself just to change clothes, yet it felt like an hour. Time just seemed to slow down, forcing you to marinate in your failure. Wearing some shorts and one of Keigo's shirts, you cleaned the makeup off your face and put your hair up in a messy bun. It took Keigo forty-five agonizing minutes to get home, each minute making you more and more paranoid, convincing yourself that he's going to break up with you. A rather over the top and extreme conclusion to jump to, yet very possible and very real in your eyes. It left you petrified when he slowly jiggled the door handle and pushed the door open. You were back on the couch, sitting up, wrapped up in the softest blanket you had. You were prepared for the worst, but not for this...

In his arms, a combination of your favorite foods from your favorite restaurants, drinks, your favorite candies, two games that you'd wanted for a while, some recently released movies, and edible flowers made from fruit. His full arms shook as he leaned forward and carefully placed everything on the coffee table before you. Your eyes, puffy and red, were wide with shock, brows furrowed in confusion. You were so convinced he wanted to leave you from such a catastrophic failure that this gesture was foreign. Once his arms were free, they were moving forward and wrapping around you, starting with a gentle hold before giving a squeeze and rubbing your back. His tone is soft as he speaks to you.

❝ I know you really wanted things to work out , I wanted them to work out too 。You worked so hard , you put more effort into this than I had ever seen 𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘰𝘯𝘦 put into 𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 。Sometimes , things just dont work out , no matter what you do 𓈓 ❞

He pauses, his hands gliding into yours to hold them. The pads of his thumbs gently run over the back of your hands. Your heart was shattering, the moment you were rejected playing in your head over and over. His voice is breaking through your thoughts, giving you the strength to lift your gaze up to his golden orbs.

❝ I don't know why you didn't get the job , but I know that whatever reason they gave you is absolute garbage 。You are one of the most kind , selfless , strong-willed , hard-working , stubborn , creative , and determined people I know 。If anybody deserved the spotlight , it's you , but you're very clearly out of their league 。❞

He followed with a small wink, forcing a small laugh from you. Your chest was beginning to feel lighter, the burning in your eyes feeling dull now as the pain and stress were slowly fading.

❝ There are other places hiring , looking for people as talented as you to do this same job 。You just have to look a little bit harder , but I know you can do it 。Eventually , you're gonna find a place that sees you , that understands you , and recognizes your strengths and your potential 。❞

He separates briefly to scoot the coffee table closer to you, the smell of your favorite foods wafting through the air. It was making you drool a bit, simultaneously filling your eyes back up with tears. Nobody knew you better than he did. He had nothing but faith in you whilst you were in a mist of uncertainty, the negativity nearly making you lose sight of the gem before you, trying his hardest to help.

❝ 'Kami , I'm 𓈓 'm so sorry 。I feel like I failed you , failed 𝘶𝘴 and — ❞

❝ Hey , hey , no 。❞

He's wrapping his arms back around you in a slightly tighter hug, kissing your forehead.

❝ You will 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 fail in my eyes 。𝗘𝘃𝗲𝗿 。This was just a little hiccup , but I've got faith in you 。You always pick yourself back up , you always keep going 。Please 𓈓 ❞

He paused, his voice cracking as he could feel his own composure breaking at just how broken you were over this. It was like your pain was so strong that even he could feel it, cutting deep into his heart. Yet he continues to maintain the composure he has, being the shoulder you needed to lean on.

❝ Please promise me you'll keep going 。❞

You couldn't hold yourself back. Your head rest forward on his shoulder as you whispered, promising him that you won't stop. But you both understood that it was necessary to at least take a break and let out some stress before you continued on your journey to employment again.

Keigo did not once leave your side, keeping you wrapped up in your blanket, cuddling with you, handing you your food, your drinks, setting up the games and movies for you, pampering you. He was practically attached to your hip for the rest of the day and all throughout the night. Truthfully, Keigo had many thoughts about flexing his status for the sake of scoring you the job, make them come begging on their knees for you to join their company, but he obviously couldn't to that. It wasn't the right thing to do, no matter how much he wanted to, to make you happy.

You two spent the whole night eating, playing games, watching movies, joking around. It was lifting your spirits gradually, filling you with a new hope that you will be discovered by a company that's worth your time. You'll get through this, all with him right by your side. As the night came to an end, the both of you not getting tired until the sun was beginning to rise, you two joined each other in bed, holding each other close. He provided you with warmth, with strength, with joy. He was everything to you. Just as you were everything to him, his heart, his rationale. There was not a single challenge you two couldn't handle facing together, with all of your stress fading once you held each other, and each and every night ending with a sincere and heartfelt,

❝ I love you 。❞

❝ I love you 。❞

𝗵𝗼𝗽𝗲𝗳𝘂𝗹𝗹𝘆 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗺𝗲𝘁 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗲𝘅𝗽𝗲𝗰𝘁𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻𝘀! 𝗶𝘁'𝘀 𝗹𝗮𝘁𝗲 𝘀𝗼 𝗜 𝗺𝗮𝘆 𝗵𝗮𝘃𝗲 𝗺𝗮𝗱𝗲 𝗮 𝗳𝗲𝘄 𝗲𝗿𝗿𝗼𝗿𝘀, 𝗱𝗲𝗳𝗶𝗻𝗶𝘁𝗲𝗹𝘆 𝗱𝗶𝗱 𝗻𝗼𝘁 𝗽𝗿𝗼𝗼𝗳 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱 𝗹𝗼𝗹. 𝗶 𝗵𝗼𝗽𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗲𝗻𝗷𝗼𝘆𝗲𝗱 𝗶𝘁! 𝗳𝗲𝗲𝗹 𝗳𝗿𝗲𝗲 𝘁𝗼 𝗺𝗲𝘀𝘀𝗮𝗴𝗲 𝗺𝗲 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝗮𝗻𝘆 𝗼𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝗿𝗲𝗾𝘂𝗲𝘀𝘁𝘀!

[ohgeeoh]

A tiny one-shot blurb on my take of what's happening here:

Hawks pulls himself over rock and dirt. The overturned earth cuts his bare skin. He grimaces and keeps moving forward until he can grab Tokoyami's ankle. He pauses and breathes, feeling the torn fabric of Tokoyami's pants under his palm.

His back burns and he feels terribly light without the weight of his wings. He gives himself no time to consider the feeling, no time to know what he thinks about his stolen quirk.

He sits up when he nears Tokoyami's head. The boys feathers are in disarray, some broken and others only tousled.

"Tsukuyomi," Hawks croaks out.

His voice is broken, mangled by the hand that had been around his throat.

Tokoyami doesn't respond and Hawks' heart stops beating. Wide-eyed, he leans over his intern and scrambles to find a pulse.

Two fingers stay pressed to Tokoyami's wrist and they stay there until Hawks feels Tokoyami's heartbeat. Faint but steady.

He's alive.

He's hurt, he's injured, but he'll survive.

He has to survive.

Making sure Tokoyami makes it out of this war is a mission Hawks cannot fail.

He has failed everything else.

He failed his league infiltration.

He failed to save Nagant.

He failed stopping AFO.

He failed to protect himself.

He can't fail Tokoyami.

He curls himself around his intern and keeps him carefully cradled in his arms. He tries to fold his wings around them, build a barrier, but he can't even feel where they used to be.

His body shakes with adrenaline that's slowly burning away. The fear catches up to him like a tsunami.

All he can do is hold Tokoyami. Shield him from further danger. Make sure he stays alive. Be thankful that, though his wings are gone, Tokoyami still has Dark Shadow.

Hawks holds him tighter.

He stoops his head to bring himself closer to Tokoyami's heartbeat. He feels each breath Tokoyami takes. Feels his waning warmth.

Once assured that Tokoyami is secure in his trembling hold, Hawks pays attention to the crack in his chest. He thinks, only for a moment, about his missing quirk. About how broken and bruised he is. How broken and bruised Tokoyami is. And for the first time on the battlefield, Hawks cries.

[takami-takami]

Happy Birthday.

includes— hawks. severe angst. hurt/no comfort.

warnings— very grotesque trauma reaction. emeto. blood. ptsd. i cannot stress enough to be careful and avoid this if it's triggering.

There's a bloodstain on the tip of his shoes.

With ankles dragged back by clinking, weighted chains, Hawks pulls himself through the doors of his sanitized apartment. Keigo steps out the other side.

He blinks. Keigo blinks. Hawks blinks in turn, up and a little to the left of his body.

His home looks familiar, unchanged as it always does. Hand-selected specifically for their one and only golden boy, the commission itself furnished the living room shades of steel and icy blue. It's a garnish on a dish served cold, a pop of color adorning an empty plate.

He never did like the color blue. It clashes with his eyes; but at least it isn't red.

Keigo detests the color red.

Keigo has always detested the color red.

The first is simply a hurdle, they say. A celebratory milestone for budding saviors in his line of work. The death was clean, they congratulated, handshakes abound as blurry bodies in suits pat his back, groping the flesh of his shoulders like proud fathers.

What did you make me do?

What did you make me do, what did you make me do, what did I do—

There's a bloodstain on the side of his shoes.

With a thud and a click of metal doors behind him, the boy is left alone to watch the spinning furniture through bleary, fogged eyes. Wrinkled at the corners, they blink closed and open again, nearly reptilian in motion and blooded just as cold.

His heart thumps heavily, but not swiftly.

For now, the flow of his veins keeps still, a far cry from his swimming vision. It's a dam, an artificial protective mechanism constructed by cognition factors of the brain; but numb is better than the alternative. Numb is better than the spilling rapids that threaten to splash over the edges and overflow.

He supposes it's better, that is. God knows he doesn't know anything else.

Seventeen years old— eighteen, now. Someone should invent a number for how old he feels.

There's a bloodstain on the bottom of his shoes.

They'll have to replace the linoleum tile. He'd rather scrub it clean himself; a mental note.

He clicks his headphones on to divert his attention before he remembers his hero training: associated sights and sounds can attach to memories, so he should distract a civilian as best he can to keep them grounded. This is his favorite song, and he would hate to dirty it by connecting it to an unwanted neuron or two. Frantic, he tries desperately to erase the lyrics, the title, the tune from memory. He tries to preserve its original, untouched state. The audio waves lose their clarity, muddied and corrupted and glitchy; so he taps next far too many times.

The corrective action simply smears the grime along the melody, and he yanks his headphones off for peace of mind.

All that is left to hear is thrumming white noise.

As he stands unmoving, the silence rings in his ears like the consistent drip of a leaky faucet. Eerily, liminally, buzzingly still, it rings in its silence. It is silent in its ring.

Everything is still, everything is the same and there is nothing he can do, nothing has changed but everything has changed and—

Something is sitting on the coffee table.

It's new.

A crisp, white slip of paper, signed and dated courtesy of the Hero Public Safety Commission.

A check.

The water of his blood runs cold, draining rapid off the sides as it begins to rush and overflow.

Entirely without his permission, his scraggly form doubles over and retches, fingertips smearing against the glass of the coffee table before his arms fly out like they're searching for something. Crash and clatter, the deafening sounds ring out, preselected decorations from industry-class interior designers knocked off the glass as he grips.

Hands tap once, twice on the surface, before a palm darts up to cover his gagging mouth. His eyes widen, bloodshot, dashing left and right—

Until he sees it, sitting isolated by the television set.

Still on his feet, he nearly tumbles as he crawls over to grip it with both hands, emptying his guts into the pretty, pristine, perfect, prepackaged and plastic bin.

Someone tucked a bag in it, lining around the inside to keep the object fresh and free of bacteria and clutter and dirt. It's almost rather thoughtful. The film crinkles loud as he vomits.

His knees thud against the tile of the bloody linoleum, emptying and emptying himself in garbled chokes and chunks, until the infection of the bile ceases to rise; until all that's left for him to give is the spittle of his sputtered coughs, the patter of clear tears that plop and mix into the mess below.

Hands trembling along the rim, Keigo hiccups.

All clean.

My nose stings, he thinks, sniffling as he pinches it. It feels like acid. It probably is.

Up he rises on shaky legs, wiping his face with the back of his grimy glove. Plucking the paper from its place on the table, he drops it in the bin. It laughs at him, the inked letters morphing into a cheshire sneer.

He tries to forget its sum, generating random strings of numbers in his head to confuse his neurons— three, seven, five, two.

Once the silence drapes over his shoulders like filthy, clipped wings, he almost misses the sound of retching. It's preferable to the silence; at least, he thinks it could be. God knows he doesn't know anything else.

His dispatch monitor buzzes firm against his thigh— an alarm.

Oh, that's right.

He nearly forgot to clock out.

There's a bloodstain on the inside of his shoes.

[simphellscape]

THURSDAY, DECEMBER 10TH, 2020 - 2:02PM // SATURDAY, DECEMBER 12TH, 2020 - 5:24PM // next | tw: cursing, horny bird (but not really smut or nothin don’t get too excited)

SATURDAY, DECEMBER 12TH, 2020 - 5:24PM

It’s a pretty slow day for Keigo, oddly enough. Even though he’s working, it’s a rare time where he’s not having to rush from one side of the city to the next. It’s also a rare time where his bosses aren’t hounding him for information regarding his new “business arrangement”. The reprieve is nice, but the downtime is mind numbingly boring. He reminds himself that he should enjoy this, because the likelihood of this happening again anytime soon is very slim.

“I’m going to the store, Kei. Your constant pleas for chicken nuggets have finally pushed me over the edge.”

His heart hammers in his chest at the sound of your voice echoing through his head. In favor of texting, Keigo has taken to sending you a feather every day so that you can speak to him directly. When he’s working, it’s not very often that he can respond, anyhow. That, and he selfishly just wants to hear you instead of stare at a screen. He didn’t tell you that part. You were quick to send him voice snippets as soon as you two adopted this mode of communication. Little encouragements, quick jokes, anecdotes, updates, reminders. He usually hears from you a couple of times a day. It drives him mad for just a second every time he hears your voice, so soft and inviting, in his brain. He considers stopping by your apartment to see you during his patrol, since it was clearly going to be an easy day. Maybe he’ll even bring you a present. A trinket. A snack. A diamond ring. Who knows? Certainly not him.

His phone chirps in his pocket. When he fishes it out, he sees that it’s an email from the HPSC executive handling your case. The title line reads: RE: Trick Shot

Keigo has been exchanging occasional emails with her since the meeting with her three days ago. He’d worked out a vague schedule with her, outlining training, fittings, interviews, and the like. The goal was to have you out on the streets at the end of March; three months from now. It’s a good thing that you just had your last day at the tattoo shop, because the two of you are going to be incredibly busy until then by the looks of it.

He taps on the notification and reads the message.

Hawks,

I apologize for the wait, but I was able to find Trick Shot’s case file. Everything you need is attached.

If you have any further questions, don’t hesitate to get in touch.

Thanks,

Kana Enomoto

True to her word, Keigo sees the file at the bottom: Trick_Shot.zip. The reason he asked for your case file is bi-fold: one, he knows that there will be information and footage that will be beneficial in training you, and two, he is desperately curious and impatient. The idea of analyzing your performance in battle has intrigued him since learning about your stint as a hero. This way, he doesn’t have to waste any extra time. He shoves his phone back into his pocket, favoring his computer for such a task. He jets back to his agency.

He lands on the balcony connected to his office with a thump and saunters through the glass doors. The space is much like his penthouse: lacking sentiment and personality. He doesn’t do this consciously. In fact, he doesn’t really notice. He just didn’t grow up like that.

He plops down in his plushy office chair and turns on his double monitors. He quickly punches in his password and pulls up his email. The message Kana sent is already in the process of being buried by other, less important ones, but he hones in.

In your file, much like any other hero file, there’s an assortment of interviews, news clips, assessments, and contracts. He immediately notices that your file is more well-stocked than many of the others he’s seen. There are so many files here that he almost feels overwhelmed. He knows that there’s probably a more efficient way of doing this, but he decides that the easiest way to start is to find items that interest him, either personally or professionally. If he thinks of anything he desperately needs to see, he can cue them up later.

As he begins to peruse the videos there, one catches his eye immediately: Trick_Shot_Perf_Eval_2016.mov.

A performance evaluation is something that hero agencies sometimes like to do when a hero demonstrates a significant change, good or bad. They usually set this up with the HPSC. After a 230 rank jump in 2016, Keigo isn’t surprised one bit to see that you were pulled for one. He clicks on the video, and it opens to you standing in an expansive outdoor arena. You look remarkably similar, but there are a few noticeable differences. You’re clearly younger. Your nose is slightly wider. Your cheekbones are a centimeter lower. Your chest isn’t as filled out.

He mentally slaps himself at that last thought. Focus, Keigo, he scolds himself.

“State your hero name, please.”

“Trick Shot.”

Your voice is more different here than any of the rest of you is. It’s higher pitched, by quite a lot.

“We’re going to commence the assessment now. Act as if this is a real scenario. Begin.”

Your stance immediately widens, and you visibly become more focused and alert. Your hands hover above your utility belt. Your eyes scan the room, deadly serious. The camera angle changes to a wider shot, encompassing the entire training arena. A foam projectile is hurled in your direction from your right. Your head jerks in its direction in half a second, right hand employing one of your throwing knives. You toss it with ease, though the force of your throw pins the projectile to the wall from whence it came, about 30 yards away. Impressive. You use this opportunity to crouch, both anticipating the height at which the projectiles are being thrown and the need to load your gun. You’re able to prepare your weapon without even looking at it, opting to instead continue to scan the room.

“I need help!”

Your head snaps in the direction of the sound and you spot a civilian. He’s feigning injury for the purpose of the scenario. It’s obviously some guy from the commission, because he’s a terrible actor. You sprint toward him, projectiles flying your direction. Instead of attacking them, you’re able to maneuver around them with ease. You duck, weave, even flip over every obstacle in your path. When you’re three quarters of the way to the civilian, a projectile is threatening to drop directly over him. You leap towards it, left leg extended. You swipe it to the side, causing it to land on the ground 10 yards away. You land in a controlled crouch, directly beside the civilian.

“Hi there, I’m Trick Shot. Are you injured?”

A projectile is thrown to your back. Without breaking eye contact with the civilian, you turn your body to aim your gun towards it, shooting directly through the center. The impact crumbles the foam.

“My leg hurts!”

You do a quick scan of his leg and begin to operate under the assumption that he’s unable to walk.

“Everything is gonna be just fine. I’m gonna help you get out of harm’s way. A medic will check you over as soon as possible. Sound good?”

You wait for a nod from the civilian and begin hoisting him over your shoulder. Smart, since he’s taller than you. Keigo worries that you’ll struggle to pick him up, but just like everything else in this task, you barely even break a sweat. You swiftly and safely carry the man to the right of the arena, gently placing him back down on the ground. An alarm sounds, signifying the end of the first portion of your exam.

“You’ve completed the rescue section. Reset for combat.”

You make your way back to your mark, shaking your limbs out in preparation. As you reach your mark, you remain totally neutral.

“The combat section is about to commence. Act as if this is a real scenario. Begin.”

Once again, you drop to an offensive stance. Hands hovering over your utility belt. Serious eyes scanning.

Keigo is aware that this section of the test is at the end for a reason. It’s the most difficult part, and it has the most opportunity to have points deducted. The quirk that is displayed by the ‘villain’ is randomized, so you have to be prepared for anything. He’s trying to maintain an analytic perspective of the video, but he can’t help but silently root for you.

Another commission officer emerges to your left, clad in bulletproof gear. You hear him enter and whirl towards him, weapon aimed with intent.

“Stand down. I don’t want to hurt you, but I will if you make me.”

The stern nature of your tone is foreign to Keigo. He’s never heard you sound this commanding, this threatening. He feels redness creep across his face, and the familiar, but unexpected tingling of arousal. While Keigo is emotionally invested in protecting you, he can’t lie that women who can kick his ass excite him in the worst way. It’s even more exciting when it’s you. He blinks hard, willing himself to focus for a few more minutes.

Your opponent wastes no time on chatter and immediately attacks. He digs a gloved hand into the turf and launches a large patch in your direction. You spring several feet in the air, knees bent and gun drawn. As you descend, the patch of earth is dangerously close to your feet. Instead of it clipping you, as Keigo was expecting, you use it to propel yourself toward the enemy. Before he can even react, you’ve arched over his head. As you prepare yourself to land behind him, you unload two tranquilizer darts into his back. The alarm sounds once again. The exam is completed.

Keigo quickly pauses the video before the results section to check the timestamp. The entire exam took you five and a half minutes to complete, give or take. This is the first time that he’s seen anyone complete an evaluation of this caliber in less than eight. He’s shocked. He’s in awe.

He’s even more turned on.

He can deal with that problem later.

He presses play on the video again, eager to see the breakdown of the results. The grassy arena cuts to a black screen, white text outlining your performance.

Overall grade: 98/100

Rescue Section: 48/50

Combat Section: 50/50

Recommended Action: Further supplementation to suit/gear. Pair with rescue hero.

Damn right. Keigo knew that you were an excellent hero. If it wasn’t evident by your impressive rise in ranks all those years ago, then it was clearly evident now. He double checked the year and did some mental math. He’s even more fascinated when he realizes that you were freshly nineteen at the time of this test. You were ruthless. You were focused. You were determined. Same as you are today.

He considers the advice that the commission gave at the end of the video. Diversifying your arsenal was easy. He’d been thinking of creative and useful tools to give you already. You weren’t necessarily bad at the rescue portion. He imagines that you were deducted points off for overall speed. You could also only really attend to one person at a time in a situation like that. He could give you extra tools to make this easier, like some sort of anti-gravity tech or something.

Or, you could just work with him.

It makes a lot of sense, outside of the host of personal reasons Keigo has for wanting to partner with you. He has an excellent track record with citizen recovery. The nature of his quirk allows him to rescue multiple people at once with great ease and dexterity. You two also have an established chemistry, which is beneficial in a hero partnership. You have grown to be able to read each other well, from vocal cues to body language. It’s so eerie that Keigo has actually considered that you two share a few brain cells. This union is almost perfect. He just has to overcome the mountainous hurdle that is his romantic feelings toward you. That, and he has to resolve his new task of infiltrating a powerful, destructive organization of evil-doers. No big deal.

“Kei, hope you’re successfully kicking villain ass today. By the way, the store only had vegan nuggets, so I went home empty-handed. Sorry ‘bout your luck.”

As your voice bounces off the walls of his skull, his heart bounces off the walls of his rib cage. A giddy smile eases across his face, so wide that his cheeks hurt. Knowing that you’re thinking about him and cheering him on has him reeling. He imagines you’re lazing on your couch, wearing your comfiest clothes, holding his ruby feather to your mesmerizing lips. Whispering into it, soft breaths puffing against the down.

Or maybe, since you’re alone, you’ve ditched your sweatpants. Sprawled across the couch in a big t-shirt and panties.

Or maybe, you’ve ditched clothes entirely, trusting in the safety of your enclosed apartment to rid yourself of that pesky cloth imprisonment.

Or maybe, you’re still just fucking horny, Keigo thinks to himself. He sighs and drops his head in his hands. As he rubs his eyes, he tries to imagine something else. Cartoons. Paperwork. Kombucha. Something.

He opens his eyes only to meet with the persistent bulge in his pants. He sighs. He reminds himself that he’ll likely have some time to himself tonight after he’s off.

This whole ‘getting over his feelings for you’ thing might be more challenging than he thought.

His phone chimes. He lifts his hips to retrieve it from his back pocket. Of course, it’s you. It must be something that requires a response, otherwise you’d use his feather.

yo dude the weirdest thing just happened!! i accidentally wandered into the liquor store otw home and somehow this really delicious looking strawberry vodka ended up in my hands. i had no choice kei, i had to buy it. you should probably maybe definitely come by tonight after patrol to have some with me

Of course, he probably, maybe, definitely will go. If there’s two things he loves in the world, it’s you and the occasional boozefest.

that’s so weird!! wouldn’t want to let it go bad. i guess i’ll come over and drink if ur gonna twist my arm

Keigo’s plans for ‘self care’ often end up being interrupted. Normally, he would be pissed at the intrusion. But it’s you. His dick can wait.

His phone chimes again.

vodka doesn’t go bad, birdbrain

You’re the only one who can get away with calling him that. Then again, you could probably call him anything and he’d answer to it.

His eyes flick up to the corner of his touchscreen to check the time: 5:55pm. He’ll be off in an hour. He’ll fly to his penthouse for a quick shower. Then, he’ll be able to spend the rest of the evening with you. He hums at the thought.

shhh >:( i’ll be there at like 7:30 or smth. lmk if you need anything before then :)

Keigo returns his attention to his computer screen after sending his reply. Now that he’s got something to look forward to other than shameless self-indulgence this evening, he seems to be more focused. After scanning the items present in your file once more, he’s drawn to one even more important than the clip he just watched.

Buried amongst the plethora of other things is your career summary, crafted and curated by the HPSC. It’s the most current document in the entire thing, having been edited mere days ago. He usually views this document first when going through any other case file, but the excitement of this being your case file caused it to escape his mind. Just as his mouse hovers over the link, his phone goes off again. It’s a call, which can only mean two things: his villainous new side-piece, or worse, an HPSC rep . He groans, swiping it off of its place on his desk. An unknown number flashes across the display, telling Keigo that it is, in fact, the aforementioned villainous side-piece. He takes a deep breath and answers.

“Yello.”

Keigo always kind of hates it when people answer the phone like that, and perhaps that’s why he does it now for the first time. Even though there’s nothing societally wrong with it, he wants to inject a little bit of asshole-ery into this conversation. Just for himself.

“Meeting at the usual spot tonight at 7. Don’t be late.”

His heart drops. This is worse than the whore-ish plans he had for himself tonight, before you extended the offer to drink with him. Far, far worse. He knows that this call to duty should rise above any other plans he might have for the rest of his day, but since those plans involve you, he can’t bring himself to ditch them. His synapses start firing at a million miles a minute as he speaks.

“No can do. I’ve got a press event after work today.”

“So, I see you’re still whipped for the adoring fans, hero boy.”

“You know what this is about. I have to keep up appearances in order for this to work.”

“If you actually cared about the cause, you wouldn’t even bother.”

“Baby, don’t be so clingy! We can have our little date tomorrow, I promise.”

Keigo has often used this sort of tactic to diffuse situations like this. There are a few reasons for this: it catches the recipient off guard, and it eases tensions, usually. Mainly, he needs to make himself laugh right now, to remain sane.

“I don’t need to keep you around, you know.”

“Oh, but you do,” he replies, all lightheartedness gone, “because I have connections that you never will. Information that you never will. I want to help you, and I will, believe me. But if this is ever going to work for either of us, you need to trust me. I can’t just stop going to press events or people will get suspicious. That’s the last thing we need.”

Static and the sound of shuffling fabric taint the pause that follows Keigo’s borderline threat. Every passing millisecond further convinces him that he’s fucked this up.

“If you don’t make it here by nightfall tomorrow, I’m done covering for your ass.”

With this, the line goes dead. Keigo lets go of a breath he didn’t realize he was holding as his phone drops into his lap. His now empty hands run through his mane, pulling ribbons of tawny hair with them. The realization that he (hopefully) successfully lied to a man who holds Keigo’s entire life in his hands hits him like a freight train. He is both incredibly proud of and entirely ashamed of his ability to do that.

“Dabi,” he mutters to himself, “what the fuck am I gonna do with you?”

(a/n): and this is back too!! i actually have a bunch of this written out, so expect it! i also have the entire thing plotted out its just the writing part that escapes me lol

[theglitterypages]

✨𝓕𝓪𝓲𝓻𝔂 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓕𝓮𝓪𝓽𝓱𝓮𝓻✨

OC fem! Character x Hawks

Summary: After All Might's resignation, the crime rate in Japan got higher, the government asked for the aid of some Pro Heroes overseas. A hero with fairy like powers was sent to work under Hawks' agency.

Prologue

Hawks stepped out of the car and he immediately waved to the reporters and the cameras flashing as he walks towards the entrance of the building.

"Hawks! Hawks! Is it true that a pro hero who graduated as a top student from overseas will start working here as a pro hero? Is she gonna be under your agency? Why did she moved in here? Is it because the crime rates since All Might retired increased?!"

Right. This was it, the cat is out of the bag now. A month ago, he heard the same rumor from heroes that he met from time to time and he got curious as to what's the big deal with this pro hero moving to Japan but when he was called by the hero commission, Hawks realized that she must've been a real big shot.

The journalist and photographers were all over the place, Hawks hissed. His senses are dialed into 100, which is why he's hyperaware of everybody around him which is why he walked faster, not liking the feeling of being crowded by a lot of people. He's usually fine with reporters bombarding him with their questions but right now his priority is to escape them.

Endeavor's agency was the first pick for this pro hero but Hawks has heard from the commission that she firmly disagreed to work with Endeavor and Hawks almost rolled his eyes at the thought. What's wrong with her? Working with the top 1 is the dream of most heroes so why did she decline?

Well maybe now he'll find out. Hawks, carefully avoided the journalists' questions by giving them ambiguous answers.

Before the press conference Hawks was escorted on a waiting room. As he got bored waiting for the superstar of this day, Hawks played with his crimson wings and before he even knew it he heard high heels tapping on the floor.

"I'm so sorry for being late, I got dragged by the press. Gosh we didn't have to do this, it's too flashy. I prefer to work right away."

Hawks stood up, preparing to greet her the moment she comes in but he was left in awe. He didn't make an effort to research this woman but she's the definition of majestic beauty. Her wings closely resembles the wings of butterfly, the combination of blue, lavender and pearlescent pink with its glittered outlines made her stood out even more.

She even wears a flower crown, her clear blue eyes met his hawk like eyes when she tucked her silver hair behind her ear.

"Ohayo." She greeted, her wings folded on her back as she bowed down. Hawks blinked, imitating her before he reached out his hand for a handshake. "Ohayo, I'm Hawks and you are?" Her peach colored glossy lips curled into a small and shy smile.

"Forest Hero: Fae..."

Her voice is perfectly suited for her face, she sounds sweet and graceful. And Hawks' senses is flooded by her scent. He cleared his throat, "Well since you declined the job at Endeavor san's agency, I received your recommendation. Wecome to my agency, I guess." Hawks fixed his tie, his eyes still fixated on her form, waiting for her response.

Fae's eyes traveled from Hawks' head to toe. The winged hero is probably an inch two taller than her, and he has this beautiful sharp hawk like eyes, with bright red wings.

She's been doing some research about him, and she finds out that he's one of the youngest pro heroes to rise in the hero rankings, and as if that's not an impressive fact, she also found out that this man has established an agency after a short span of working as a pro hero.

She was told that a press conference was prepared to welcome her arrival in Japan though she disliked the idea of a loud crowded place, she knew that as a working pro hero she needs to appear in public every now and then though she'd like to work right away if you'll ask her.

"I'm so sorry for the trouble, I have my personal reasons and issues as to why I declined the position offered in his agency. But is the press con necessary?"

Hawks chuckled and shrugged, "Well since the commission wants it, then it is necessary. You're quite the big shot for these journalists so it's better to handle them now rather than deal with them once you started working." Hawks tried weighing things down since he arrived and he realized that the journalists won't stop pestering them if they won't get anything from them so he figured it would be best to get her attend this press conference with him rather than let her be bombarded by reporters left to right while she's on patrol.

"Oh right, so are we gonna go there now or you have some reminders for me?"

Hawks stuffed his hands in his pockets. He let out a deep breath before he looked at her seriously.

"Yeah just one thing. Don't tell them that you've been invited to transfer here because of the high crime rate. We wouldn't want to give the civilians unnecessary worry."

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Does anyone have or is willing to make a fic where hawks(keigo) is in a relationship with a toxic boyfriend and is like physically abused or something and dabi, knowing the signs and spying on him, witnesses it one night; and somehow he confronts keigo and keigos like he’s doing this cause he loves me alright and dabi is like no he’s not. And then hawks like breaks down and dabi comforts him and like brings him to the league and they ask for help in how to leave him and this is like a lov family bonding time and at the end dabi and hawks get together. I really want that but I’m too lazy to write it

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Hawks and Q! 🙏 I love your writings❤️

A/N: I thoroughly enjoyed the prompt you selected for Hawks. I trust this short, heartwarming story meets your expectations. Wishing you a wonderful day ♥ The inspiration for this ficlet came from the following post

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You found yourself entwined in the chaotic dance of everyday life, caught up in the whirlwind of emotions that came with your relationship with the charismatic hero, Hawks. Being the freelance journalist that you were, you often found solace in the quiet moments, where your thoughts flowed freely onto the pages of your notebook.

One chilly evening, as the sun dipped below the horizon, you sat by the window in your cozy apartment, the city lights casting a warm glow on the pages before you. Immersed in the task at hand, you had your headphones on, delving into the intricacies of crafting an article about climate changes in Japan. The world around you faded into the background as your focus narrowed on the keyboard beneath your fingertips.

Unbeknownst to you, your phone, tucked away on the desk, buzzed intermittently, the ringtone silenced to prevent any disruptions to your writing flow.

Hours passed in the cocoon of concentration until, finally feeling the need for a break, you decided to peel yourself away from the keyboard. As you removed your headphones, the ambient sounds of the room rushed back in, and it was then that you noticed the diode in your phone pulsating, informing of a new notifications. Picking it up, you were greeted by the missed call notification, and your curiosity piqued as you saw it was from your boyfriend, Keigo. A momentary pang of guilt crept in as you realized the silence in your writing sanctuary had inadvertently caused you to overlook his attempt to reach out.

Your heart skipped a beat, anxiety prickling at the edges of your mind. Hawks rarely called, and the uncertainty of the situation fueled your imagination with all sorts of scenarios. Was there trouble on the horizon? Did he need your help in some perilous mission? The possibilities played out like a suspenseful movie in your mind.

Hesitantly, you returned the call, your voice carrying a subtle tremor. "Hey, Hawks. I saw your missed call. Is everything okay? I've been busy, I'm sorry."

There was a brief pause before Hawks' voice, laced with amusement, echoed through the phone. "Oh, sweetheart, everything's fine. I just wanted to hear your voice."

Confusion and relief mingled within you as Hawks continued, his tone light and teasing. "Got caught up in a little skirmish, you know how it goes. But I thought, why not take a break and check in on my favorite person?"

A playful grin formed on your face, realizing you had been caught in the web of Hawks' mischievous nature. "You scared me there for a moment. A call in the middle of hero duties, huh? Shouldn't you be saving the day or something?"

Hawks chuckled, the sound like a melody that eased the tension in your chest. "Well, I've got my priorities straight, and you're at the top of the list. Speaking of which, how about dinner tomorrow? My treat. We'll celebrate surviving another day in this crazy world, and maybe not only that."

As the conversation shifted from angst to warmth, you agreed, the prospect of spending quality time with Hawks brightening your evening.

The next day, Hawks whisked you away to a charming little restaurant, the city lights providing a picturesque backdrop. The evening was filled with light-hearted banter, with Hawks effortlessly blending his hero persona with the charming, carefree man you had come to adore.

The evening at the restaurant continued to unfold with a delightful rhythm. The ambiance was warm, the soft glow of the lights creating an intimate atmosphere that wrapped around you and Hawks like a comforting embrace. The laughter and easy banter flowed freely, weaving a tapestry of shared moments that deepened the connection between you two.

As the night progressed, Hawks, with his ever-charming demeanor, guided the conversation towards the future. The air was charged with a subtle energy, and you couldn't help but sense a shift in the atmosphere. Suddenly, he looked at you with a glint of sincerity in his eyes, a mischievous smile playing on his lips. "Hey," he began, his voice taking on a slightly more serious tone, "you know, life is full of surprises, right?"

You met his gaze, curiosity mingling with a touch of excitement. "I'm all ears. What surprise do you have up your sleeve, Hawks?"

He reached into his pocket, pulling a small box that gleamed in the candlelight.

The guests around you, previously engrossed in their own conversations, began to take notice as Hawks opened the box, revealing a delicate ring that sparkled in the soft glow. A hush fell over the restaurant, and all eyes turned towards the unfolding scene.

Hawks, maintaining his characteristic cool, yet playful demeanor, spoke words that echoed with sincerity. "I've been doing some thinking, and, well, how about we make this adventure called life a bit more official?"

The realization hit you like a gentle wave, and your eyes widened with a mix of surprise and joy. You covered your mouth wth a curled palm. "Keigo, do you…?"

The room seemed to hold its breath as Hawks continued, "Will you make me the happiest bird in the sky and be my forever partner in crime?" With a smirk, Hawks added, "Come on, it's not every day you get proposed to by the fastest bird in the sky. Don't keep a hero waiting."

Overwhelmed with emotion, tears of happiness welled up in your eyes. In a voice barely above a whisper, you managed to say, "Yes, Hawks. A thousand times, yes."

As Keigo slipped the ring onto your finger, the guests erupted into a mix of applause and cheers.

Hawks, couldn't resist a triumphant grin as he pulled you into a tender embrace.

The world around you blurred as the reality of the proposal sank in, and you couldn't help but cry tears of joy, feeling the warmth of love enveloping you like a soft, comforting blanket.

As the night unfolded, and as you walked hand in hand with Keigo through the city streets, returning to your shared flat, the lights flickering like stars overhead, you couldn't help but marvel at the unexpected beauty that unfolded from that one missed call.

[aquariuswritersblog]

Give Me A Chance (Hawks Fanfic) Pt. 1

Hi everyone! This is my first real post ever! Pls read it and let me know what you think. Hopefully, the next parts will be spicier fr. Also, in my head Hawks is tall, and I know mha is supposed to be set in like Japan, but girlie still has an English degree. ENJOY

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It’s another tiring and monotonous day at y/n’s barista job dealing with sticky syrups and impatient customers. Y/n works at a cute cafe in the heart of the city, and she is a hardworking barista who usually tries to make small talk with customers and be as polite as she can, but talking to people all day can be tiring. Today brought something different, more interesting than y/n’s everyday. 

During a slow part of her work day, y/n looked up from the counter when a customer entered ringing the shop bell. A tall-ish man with his hair tucked into a stupid looking-black fedora walked up to the counter with all too much confidence for simply walking into a coffee shop. As he approached the counter with a smirk, he called out in a cocky voice, “Nice hair, barista.”

Y/n could feel herself turning red as the man in black stood in front of her. Umm what the fuck? Is he talking to me? There’s no one else here. Is something wrong with my hair, thought y/n. Y/n usually can’t be bothered, but dressing up a little makes her feel lighter and helps her get through the day. She thought she looked cute today with her cat-eye, cute braid, and coffee earrings. Hot shame flooded through her as she felt the man’s insult. She shot the man with an accusing look as she checked her braid resting on her shoulder, and, sure enough, the curly ends were coated in white, whip cream. Y/n gasped and started to clean the cream off her hair, and when she looked up at the man again, she saw him glance at her hair, then back to her eyes, and he said, “So… how’d that happen?”

Y/n definitely let herself get a little too flustered (she is nervous around guys with hot voices), and she replied snarkily, “Well, your fedora looks stupid.”

A loud chuckle erupted from the man and after the small moment it took for him to recover, he asked, “Could I get an americano please?”

Y/n almost received whiplash by how quickly he changed topics. She honestly could have gone back and forth with this guy all day, but she was too flustered and felt like keeping her job, so she sucked it up and replied, “Of course, sir. Could I get a name for that order?” 

The man frowned and quietly answered, “K.”

“Thank you, sir,” Y/n replied as the man paid. Y/n walked away keeping her annoyance to herself.

While y/n was busy making his drink, the disappointed look lingered on the man's face as he waited for his drink to be made. After a while, y/n finished making the drink and called out, “Americano for K,” while staring down the man with the stupid fedora. She quickly walked away from the drink after she placed it down, trying to avoid another interaction with the man. Back at the register waiting for customers, she watched the man walk out of the shop with admittedly less cockiness than he entered with. Glad I knocked him down a peg, she thought with a smug look on her face. He was actually fun to talk to. And hot. 

Suddenly, with one foot out the door, K turned around and said, “You look really cute, y/n.” Then, the door shut behind him. Left with just the ringing of the bell, y/n’s face turned red again. How did he know my name? She tilted her head down and found her name tag pinned to her apron. K can’t be his real name.

***Flashforward a few weeks***

Y/n stood in front of the steps for a large, corporate-looking building. Today was her chance to start her career and get out of the cafe. Today was her interview with the writing team for a PR company for different hero agencies. Her interview was at noon, and she prepared all morning. She knew that this particular company, Heroes PR, worked with heroes like Endeavor, Mirko, Best Jeanist, and even Hawks! Being on this writer's team would mean that she would help with projects like creating storylines for comic books and movies surrounding the heroes but also write public statements given by hero agencies or general communications that need to be written up. Being on this writing team would be a dream career job. Y/n has been working towards this goal since college, and now that she has an English degree, she needs to start making her moves. Standing outside of the building, she built up her confidence to walk in. The writing team interviewing her had already seen a portfolio of her writing, and she knew that her writing would speak for itself. However, that did almost nothing to calm her nerves about the interview. Even if her writing was amazing, if she flops this interview or does not vibe with the team, there is a very good chance that she will not get the job. Writing positions like these, where the writers get to work with pro heroes, are highly competitive. She was ready though.

About 10 minutes before they were expecting her, she walked in through the front entrance and made her way to the interview room which they had emailed to her previously. Making her way up the elevator and through the building, Y/n repeated talking points in her head that she thought they might bring up. As she was about to open the conference room where the interview would happen, she heard a familiar voice for a split second as a gust of wind zoomed past her in the hallway. She turned her head to see what it was that practically flew past her, blowing her hair awry. Right as she lifted her hand to fix her hair, the door to the conference room opened right in front of her. 

“Miss L/N, are you ready for the interview?” a tall man in a plain suit asked, lacking any kindness or politeness. 

Already flustered, y/n quickly answered, “Of course, sir!!” She tried to enter the conference room, but the plain man who was supposedly on the writing team was blocking the entire doorway with his stocky body. 

“Actually miss, we’ve read your works and we think you are an amazing writer. However, we are looking for a more… assertive fit for the position,” said the man with a deep voice while blocking the doorway. His eyes roamed over her body, pausing too long on her breasts and hips. What a perv, she thought. 

“Wait, sir! Please at least hear me out, give me a chance to talk about what I can bring to this team! I promise you won’t regret it!” pleaded y/n, trying to preserve any ounce of dignity that she had left. 

“Sorry miss, maybe you can try with another—” Suddenly a second gust of wind hit her and the man in the doorway, and another man with a confident, playful manner and voice appeared next to her.

“Hey guys, I overheard some voices talking about a writing position here. As that job is directly related to my position, I figured that I could offer some of my own input today,” said the man who just flew over here— Wait, that’s not any man, thought Y/n. That’s Hawks. Like THE PRO HERO HAWKS. And there he was, standing in his full uniform; wings taking up a huge amount of the space in the hallway. Seeing as THEE Hawks was standing right next to her, y/n was definitely freaking out internally. He was tall, and his blonde hair was just as striking in person as it is on TV. Y/n is a Hawks fan for life, and that was another reason she wanted to work with heroes. 

The interviewer man started, “Sorry, but this decision is ours to—”

“Yeah, no. Sorry,” said hawks over the interviewer man. “But if you refuse me any further, I might just have to contact my team about this,” said Hawks in a playfully worried tone. Hawks positioned himself behind you and placed his hands on your shoulders lightly and moved you forward so that both you and hawks were walking towards the man in the doorway. He was literally pushing you into the room, and using the fact that he is Hawks to get the man blocking the door to back up. Each step Hawks walked you closer into the doorway and into the room, the man who was blocking the door backed up. Eventually, Hawks had moved both you and him into the conference room where the entire writing team was sitting. Now, Y/N, Hawks, and the formerly-blocking-the-door-man were all standing in front of the writing team that was supposed to be interviewing her. 

Looking around, she thought, Ugh, of course it’s a room full of men. Hawks, who didn’t stop talking to the interviewer man the whole time, continued by harshly declaring to the room, “Shame on all of you for not even giving this pretty writer a chance. You all are going to give her a proper interview right now, and I’m gonna stay here for all of it!”

Y/n was a mess of emotions at this moment. Hawks hands were still on Y/N’s shoulders as hawks stood a bit away from her while looking over her shoulder to scold the writing team. His hands on her shoulders, Hawks being that closer to her; yeah, safe to say she was pretty flustered. The entirety of the team was dumbstruck at Hawk berating them, and Hawks using the word “pretty” to describe her distracted her for one second. This is so embarrassing. I have to get out of here, she thought. Quickly, Y/N walked a few paces away from Hawks, faced the room with teary eyes and a red face, and said, “Thank you for the opportunity.” Then, she practically ran out of the room with her bag in hand. She headed straight to the elevator, and the wait for the doors to open felt like hours. When she finally stepped in and pressed the 1st floor button, Hawks flew down the hallway at almost a sonic speed, stopping in front of the elevator. Y/n was extremely embarrassed to see him again and started smashing the close door button. As he was standing there, she stumbled out the words, “I’m so sorry for causing a scene, Hawks sir.”

Right before the elevator door closed, he spoke, “Please don’t be sorry Y/N. You let me walk all over you in that coffee shop; don’t let them walk all over you. And call me Keigo.”

The elevator door closed, and y/n stood alone as the elevator descended. Realization hit y/n. Oh my fucking god. K from the coffee shop is Keigo. Without his wings and with his stupid hat, he didn’t look the same. Wow. Wait, what does this mean? Does it mean anything?

***Later that night***

That interview went so horribly. It’s been like 8 hours since then, and it’s still the only thing I can think about. Y/n sat down at her little desk that took her ages to assemble in her apartment. At her desk, she opened her computer and thought, May as well start job searching again, I bet I can line up another interview with another company. As she checked her email, there was an email from Hawks’s team sitting right there in her inbox. She fully stood up and walked around her room to calm down until she could sit back down and read the email.

The email read: “Greetings Y/N L/N! We are so excited to offer you a position at the Hawks Hero Agency! Your position will be to act as a writer and liaison between the PR Company and our agency. You will, unfortunately, still would have to work with the writing team of Heroes PR, but you would get to conduct your operations out of the Hawks Agency building instead of the Heroes PR building. We await your response! Tomorrow, you should receive an email with more specific information on this position. Cheers, Team Hawks.”

Damn, thought y/n. They really gave me a chance. I guess I don’t need to job search anymore.

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Hawks/Keigo : It's ¥100 for a bag of bird food!

Y/n : Keigo those are for the birds, not-

Hawks/Keigo : Exactly. It's cheap and tastes nice.

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Hawks/ Keigo Takami x F!Reader

💖Synopsis

you've been feeling sick all morning, morning headaches and sickness, Keigo wanted to stay by your side and take care of you, but you insisted telling that you can handle yourself. You being alone, you discovered something about the cause of your sickness.

⚠️WARNING: Bonus content contains 18+ content.

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💐You've been feeling sick all morning. you don’t know what you ate, but when you checked everything was clean.

💐You grabbed your phone, craving to hear his voice, knowing he is probably busy doing hero work, you tried to call. Sadly, he didn't answer the call. Then a notification popped up on your phone, wide eye you quickly change your clothes and went to the convenience store.

💐’Positive’ its what the stick said. You were ecstatic. Oh you couldn't wait for keigo to see this, you imagining him grinning like a child. Grabbing your phone hoping he would answer this time. Still no answer. You were sad, but hero work is hero work, you left the stick on the bathroom counter and sleep.

💐When he called out for his love, upon entering the home they built, the usual response was not there to greet him, he fears that you were still feeling sick he wished he could have stayed to take care of you but you insisted.

💐When he entered your shared room he found you asleep, he smiled feeling thankful that he can come home to a sight of this. Trying not to disturb your sleep, he quietly remove his uniform to prepare for a nice shower.

💐After he finished his night shower, he was brushing his teeth, then he noticed a small box that was not there this morning,

"What's this" he said curiously picking up the box, it read 

‘accurate results in only three minutes, one line for negative, two lines for-'

he stopped, did he read that right? Two lines for pregnant? he opened the box to only see a paper instructions, 'where is it’ he thought looking around.

Then there he saw it, "Two lines, there-there are two lines" he whispered aloud

his wings fluffed up, he couldn't hold his happiness, is this why you kept calling him awhile ago?

"Oh, baby" he said, so lovingly, blushing even. It made his heart so jumpy, he wanted to shout but he doesn’t want to wake you up. 

💐Going out of the bath room, he carefully, gently laid down beside you, placing his head just beside your breast cuddling up against you. Bad mistake you woke up.

💐"your home" you said, looking at keigo who in return is smiling back at you.

"I'm home, baby bird, oh and look what I found" he said showing you the positive pregnancy test.

💐You suddenly feel emotional and began crying,

"Oh no baby bird, I'm not mad"he said trying to comfort you.

"look at me, shhhh, hey look at me, do I look mad?" he said, you looked at him.

"no" you simply said. It seems you went emotional here scared of what your husband might think

"Surprise love, I'm pregnant" you said trying to sound cheerful after that short break down, He smiled, giggling, cuddling you against him making sure his hands has access to where the baby would be.

"No baby bird, we're pregnant” he said kissing you on the lips, later turned out to be a make out session.

"I can't wait for our little birds" he whispered mid kiss

💐Bonus:

after the make out session he asked you a question.

"hey babe?"he started

"hm?" you hummed back indicating for him to continue.

"Can we have another one after this, then another one after that and then another after the another"

"hold on there mister" you said "I don’t wanna be looking like a watermelon for a long time" you finished, he suddenly gave you that cute pleading look.

"Maximum of 2 children" you said, he was Devastated 

"two???, TWO???” He whined “no baby, please you know I have a breeding kink it’s part of my instincts. Baby, please you can't do this to me! I just want to fill you up with my warm juices, you like it when my warm cum is inside of you, letting my sperms find your egg and let it do it's magic" he said clearly imagining it, because he has this horny look on his face. Oh right, its spring, well that makes sense.

"Keigo, stop imagining, your hard again." you said, unfazed about his hard boner of a dick. Not even denying it he pulled you closer to him and whispered "I'm hard because, I love you, I wanna make love to you"

"I can't get out of this can," you said smiling

"Nope, you can't" he said grinning

"Welp, what are you waiting for daddy"

"Oh, baby bird"

what a fantastic and passionate night you both had, poor fetus tho. Hahaha.😅����

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[welkinsky]

Those Golden Orbs - Hawks X Reader

A/N: To New People, this is a series not just random fanfics (you can find them here by the way). So sit back and enjoy as the story unpacks.

Chapter #2: Stay Away

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 (Coming Soon)

A few days passed and you were now settling the office. It was one of the top floors in a corporate hub of the city. You walked to the left as you heard a familiar voice, "Wait for me!"

You looked up, confirming your doubt that it was indeed Hawks.

You stopped the lift for him as he entered trying to make sure that he doesn't hit you with his HUGE wigs. "Thanks for the- Hey! You're the girl from the party. Where did you run off to that night?" he said now smiling down at you.

To fit his wings in the small elevator he has to spread one of them around your back. "You saw the show right?" you said smiling awkwardly because he didn't realize it but he was too close to you and you kinda had to look up at him because of the height difference. 

He nodded while laughing assuringly, "Yea I think everyone did heh. But you were quick to rescue. I'm surprised though that no media was there usually they find one way or another to sneak into these private parties and leak images." Little did he know that they DID leak Sky's images but before they can surface in the mainstream media you dealt with it. It was a looong night of calls back on forth and Sky hiding from you in her room.

"Yea you are right we WERE lucky. Wait, is your office here?" You asked surprised and worried because you were new to this city and there was no way you can compete with the top hero agency in the area. "Yes, but it is my private office. I cannot really work in chaos all the time right? I do have one question though." he said leaning even closer to you, "Is it maybe too late to ask for your name?" 

Yea you could see clearly that camera never did justice to his real charm and looks. "Heh maybe. But I'll give you a pass this time since you asked politely." you said joking and he got along, "Oh thank the lord." then you both laughed together.

The lift opened and there was quite literally no space for anyone else. People saw Hawks and got excited. He waved back as if he wasn't silently pressing the button to close the lift. It closed in their faces as it started going up again. And you both laughed at the awkward encounter. Now you noticed he hid your face with his wings. Of course, he wouldn't wanna be seen with a girl like yourself, you thought.

As if he read your mind he said, "Sorry about that but last time I was seen with a girl, it got so out of hand that she got fired from her work." He looked in pure guilt but before you can say anything lift got open on your floor.

You said your goodbye and started walking out of the lift when you heard the lift opening again, "You still didn't tell me your name. Should I ask even more politely?" he said now smirking but not in a creepy way. "It's Y/N," you said not turning, knowing damn well that if you turned he'll see your red flush blush face.

"I hope to see you around Y/N," he said, not taking his eyes off your back.

The day was busy and you didn't get time to have lunch. You thought you'll have it with Sky who was late from Patrol. You decided to order something when the door of the agency opened and people started whispering.

You turned around to see what the fuss was about which is when you saw the same pair of red wigs. Your first instinct was to take your glasses off as he was walking in towards you with Sky.

"Hey! Look who I met heh my rival," Sky said smiling brightly. You smiled back and pulled out a hand sarcastically saying. "Oh hey! My name's Y/N" He smirked and got along. "It's nice to meet you Y/N. Sky told me a lot about you."

Now you were nervous about what she told him. You turned to her concerned. To which both of them laughed and assured you that it was nothing bad. It was relieving. You wanted to be a new you in a new city and don't want the past life to follow you here as well.

You three talked for a bit before Hawks took off, but he maintained your little play where you two were meeting for the first time. 

As Sky walked towards her room he leaned in and whispered, "Put them back on, you look cuter in them." you got so warm in cheek and did as he said awkwardly without knowing how to respond to that.

You & Sky finally sat down to have lunch.

"Stay away from him," she said mouth full of food. "Who?" you said your mouth full as well. Two peas in a pod. You knew who she was referring to but you wanted to confirm. "Hawks. He is a smooth talker and a player too. You are too good for your good. I couldn't help you the last time but this time I will NOT let some bastard screw you over." she said proceeding with eating her food.

"Why did anything happen?" you asked now curiously. "No nothing happened but I have heard stuff. Which is why I'm asking you to stay away from him. Some of it is confidential so I cannot really tell you but trust me on this, he is a CHARMER and trust me when I say I saw how he looked at you. It was not innocent." Sky said now looking straight into your eyes with a serious expression. She is never serious so if she is, keep it your top priority to obey her.

"Yea yea it's not like we'll see each other anyways. You brought him remember?" you said lying to her. You didn't want to worry her with the fact that you two have met, not once but twice before and he did INDEED charmed you.

"About that," she took a sip of her water, "I invited him over for dinner." "Sky! You just warned me to stay away from him!" you said totally confused. "Your girl gotta do some socializing. Who is better than the number two hero?" she said smiling all innocently.

"Fine. But I'll make the dinner, remember last time when we invited someone over we ended up with microwave pizzas," you laughed out loud, "the entire thing was so uncooked!" She laughed along adding the fact that she had a crush on the guy and created a VERY STRONG first impression.

Later that day, Sky was out on patrol and might come in anytime. You were almost done with food and were now working on drinks. Cooking is your meditation. But this time Hawks wasn't leaving your mind. What could he possibly have done to make Sky so cautious about him? Then you remembered lift moments and found yourself blushing. You snapped out of the dream, "No! You're not going to get into this playboy trap again!"

The front doorbell rang and you knew it'll be Sky so you shouted back, "It's open come on in!" your hands were a bit dirty. "Hey, can you please pass the lemons? God, I'm so late I've not even changed into something decent I look quite literally homeless." You laughed to yourself, "You don't have to worry about him at-" You noticed that it was not Sky, it was Hawks with a Wine bottle in his hand.

"Homeless? You look pretty. Yea a construction worker for sure." He said as he dust off some flour from your cheek with one of his feathers reaching out to you.

You cursed yourself and mentally said sorry to Sky but how can you not fall for THIS?

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 (Coming Soon)

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One-Shots & Drabbles:

NSFW:

☆ you’re a daydream (stay awhile)

☆ he loves my heart-shaped sunglasses

☆ mi mariposa esta con mi

☆ weak for your love

☆ it's enough to make a girl blush

SFW:

☆ injured!keigo

Thirsts & Imagines:

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☆ postnut!keigo

☆ bestfriend!keigo

☆ morningsexw!keigo

SFW:

☆ studybuddy!keigo

Headcannons:

NSFW:

(None yet)

SFW:

☆ Hawks Astrology Headcanons pt. III

☆ Hawks Astrology Headcanons pt. II

☆ Hawks Astrology Headcanons pt. I

Fanfictions & Series’:

NSFW:

☆ would a kiss be too much too ask?

☆ i'd be better armed (if you agreed to take it)

SFW:

(None yet)

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