#keigo needs love

[finsplurtz]

noises — keigo.takami

— dom ! male.reader x sub ! Keigo Takami

— contents : sensitive wings , handjob , no actual sex though implied , lots of noises , biting hickeys wtv , overstim , breeding implied maybe..

warnings : unwanted pleasure , lots of “stop”

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hawks loves to moan in your ear I’m sorry BUT ITS TRUE

you guys are gonna be cuddling, he’s laying on your chest, face nuzzled into your neck and you can like gently run your fingers across his back near his wings

“..mmh…” and he extremely slowly grinds up on you, so slow you almost don’t notice it. almost.

you touch at the base of his wings and massage them, he’s starts becoming noisy and whiny as hellll

“ahh..~! Hmnnn….” He’s panting like a dog and gripping your shirt

“you okay, love?” you ask and he’s sleepy asl he just grazes his teeth against your neck

you’re smiling to yourself like a maniac because his noises are so cute and he’s not afraid to let them out u wanna break him so bad

but you also want to be gentle and take care of him cause he’s your baby:(

you gently get him off of you and lay on your side to see him clearer.

“keigo baby… sleepy..?” He just nods and cuddles you closer hiding his face in your chest. You hold back a chuckle and continue to gently rub his back.

and the noises come back just more muffled.

“nnggh…~ mmh” you slide him up so you’re face to face with the blonde and look into his golden eyes.

you continue to massage his back and watch as he shudders at your touch, his eyes can’t stay open and his lips part slightly. He tries to hide himself but you shove your tongue into his mouth kissing him suddenly.

you dip one arm under him to continue touching his back while with the other you shove in his boxers and stroke his dick. he’s already moaning into the sloppy kiss, thrusting into your hand

“hmm…needy~” you coo going to bite into his neck.

“ah—! fffuck..!” he digs his nails into your shoulders, his wings twitch and he continues to moan and whimper into your ear.

he feels himself getting closer to coming, he tries pulling you off or getting your hand off him but you just continue to pump his throbbing cock.

“j-just like…that keep….g..going..~” he feels overwhelmed, the biting on his neck, his sensitive wings being caressed, the fast pace your hand has jerking him off.

“nnnhh.. imma..— AGH..!!” he let out a choked out moan as he came, his feathers fluffed up and he smiled going limp.

“uuughhh…ynnn…” he was catching his breath when he you started stroking again and he freaked out.

“ACK- YN STOPSTOP!! S..STOP AH~!!” his feathers sharpened and flapped going crazy, he squirmed and moaned even louder. you loved his sounds, you couldn’t stop

“your noises are so cute takami..” you say into his ear with a low voice. he’s quivering underneath you, trying to push you off. The overstimulation on his dick was driving him off the rails.

“haa-! fuckfuckfuck..~ sto..” he’s seeing stars, eyes struggling to stay open. you loved giving him unwanted pleasure, just to hear his whiny cries.

“I’ll fucking ruin you keigo..make sure you can’t walk tomorrow, those wings of yours will hurt from being touched so much..” his tongue lolled out, just the thought of it was making him weak for u.

You didn’t stop stroking him, it hurt quite a bit but the pain and pleasure mixed so well, he couldn’t get enough of it.

“yn p..please….” you slowed your pace and looked at his face, he was flushed and giving you the sluttiest fuck me eyes.

“I’ll give you my babies, pretty boy..”

a/n; plsss i will fuck him up UGHH

[taeggukxiie]

they're so loser bf and pretty bf coded (they love each other trust)

[taiga-pine]

heyyyy hawks likers (gradient version and closeups under the keepreading!)

[probablysimpledreams]

Space and Time (Hawks x reader)

a/n: EEK I'm here with some soft Keigo bc I love that man I've been watching a lot of MHA lately so been thinking about him (and Dabi but shh that's for a later pic) nonstop lately!! This fic is also inspired by the song Space and Time by Tyler Childers, so I highly suggest giving it a listen if you enjoy this fic hehe

cw: mentions of death/theme of death but otherwise it's all soft and sfw and wholesome

wc: 454

Death was part of the job.

This was something the number two hero, Hawks, knew since a kid. He knew that his dream would come with the cost of his life. While that may be a heavy burden for most, Hawks never viewed it as such. He was more than willing to give his life for something bigger than himself. Besides, it's not like there was much left in this life for him.

That was before you came into his life. Slowly but surely you turned his lonely nights into ones filled with warmth and smiles. The usual exhausting drag home from late night patrol now full of excitement as he hurries home to you, hands full as he carries home fried chicken for you two to snack on. Your impact on his life has been massive, bringing beauty to the mundane and peace when the hero suit comes off. He makes sure to always remind you of this too. Always making sure you feel and know his love, now fearful of the day he's not around.

"Kei?" your soft voice snapping him out of his thoughts.

"Yes, _____?" he responds, turning to face you. The two of you were lounging on the couch, your boyfriend mindlessly scrolling through TV channels as his thoughts spiraled until his loving eyes met yours.

"Everything okay? You seemed lost in thought?"

"Aww, worried 'bout me lil birdie?" he teases, making you roll your eyes and giggle. You move to sit in his lap, straddling him as you play with his hair, lovesick smile still painted on his face as he looks up at you.

"Of course I am baby," you begin peppering his face with soft kisses. A small smile forms on your lips as you hear him quietly chirp after each kiss. These soft peaceful moments meant everything to both of you. "I love you!" He melts at the way the words roll off your tongue, like your love for him was a natural fact of life. He wraps his arms around your waist, a surprised gasp leaving your mouth as his feathers reinforce his hold on you. He chuckles at your reaction as he buries his face in your neck, his lips gently kissing your exposed flesh. His hands move from your waist to under your shirt, rubbing circles into your back. You hum in content, eyes closing as peace washes over your entire body.

"You're my entire world," he speaks against your skin loud enough for you to hear. "I love you _____. Never forget it."

Tomorrow is never promised. This is a fact that often plagues the number two hero's mind. However, in this moment, all that matters to Hawks is having today with you.

[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.

[tisabelm]

hawks headcanons

in a relationship or just in general

note : i am actually am in love with him (also im new to tumblr so not to muchh)

1 .his wings are super sensitive to the touch, especially if he really likes you

2. he's TOTALLY got a love language of physical touch, he's probably a hugger (only with people he likes ofc). wrapping his wings around you as well as his arms.

3. i imagine he's not the best at comforting when it comes to helping, he asks more questions like, 'are you okay', 'do you need water', etc. over and over, mainly prioritizing your mental state rather than giving advice.

4. if you're trying to make a decision that probably isn't the best, he will try to stop you. but if you are being superrr stubborn then i bet he would just give up and support your actions fully though saying that its not a good idea

5. most of the time blowing up your phone, seeing if you're doing okay, asking if you need anything while he's on patrol or what not.

6. most def looks at edits of himself on social media and has a high ego

along with that, he most likely checks himself in his phone camera, or mirrors while walking past them (smiling at that just by imagining it)

7. why do i feel like if you called his name and he turned around super fast and then hitting you in the face with his wings, he would LAUGH in your face

8. leaves his feathers in your pants pocket, purse, bag, just to make sure you're safe

9. as well as a big softie!!! when he's away from his friends and he's just alone with you, he will be super clingy with you. snuggling in ur neck while cuddling on top of you, going up behind you while ur cooking and wrapping his wings around you, with his arms around your waist

GUYS IF YOU WANT MORE PLEASE ASK? this was super fun to make not gonna lie, also i wanna take like fanfic requests because i would'nt mind writing oneshots or things in that nature, just askkk

(when i get more used to tumblr i will most def try<3)

[thatsitso]

Read Hirayasumi.

[kourota]

soft cuddles because the love bug is unbeatable <3

i made this as a part of the Love Bug valentines event in a discord server i love, and i really enjoyed collaborating with Tsunami to draw this for their story!!! [ link to fic to be added ]

[thatonearoacefreak]

I DID IT

I FINALLY DID IT

I DREW HIS HAIR CORRECTLY for the most part…

ALSMSKSKSKSKKDKSKSKSKD

Hawks, I love you, but YOUR HAIR IS SO FREAKING HARD TO DRAW ALSNSKSKMDND

Anyways I wanted an excuse to draw him eating chicken :3

[burntbirdss]

no bc the fact that they didn’t even have to put this in. No one made them do this, it was just done. ITS JUST PROVING THE POINT FURTHER LIKE CMON TAKING HAWKS TO THE SECRET NOMU LAB WHERE YOU TWO CAN BE ALL ALONE TOGETHER??!!?? Dabi why do you want to show him the lab so much hmm?? Why do you want to be alone with him?? It’s just this constant need of “come here hawks, hawks come look, hawks come with me, hawks look at me, like Dabi CALM IT DUDE

now everyone stfu, they are on a date

[erphy]

he is the PRETTIEST !!! 💛🪶

[taeggukxiie]

I don't really like endhawks and it's not so much because of the age gape or the fan/idol relationship (la brava and gentle have some age gape and bakudeku are the pure description of fanatization/idolization trope and I like both of those ships), but more because endeavor literally embodies what Hawks hate the most.

Hear me out on this one, they have cute interactions but for me the fact that Hawks stayed by endeavor's side even knowing what he did to his children is kinda out of character. I mean the whole thing why keigo wanted to be a hero was to help people and make them smile because he went through abusive behavior all his life. Endeavor do save people but doesn't make them smile, not directly anyway. Hawks wanted to help the new generation, but endeavor traumatized the generation he gave birth to. Hawks wanted to be free, but endeavor stole freedom from his children (at least until he becomes number 1 and shoto comes to UA).

I understand hawks forgiving and accepting endeavor even after what he did, because hawks is so optimistic that he wants to believe eveyone can change for the better, but I don't understand him staying by endeavor's side. I mean, how traumatic would it be to discover that your idol who saved you and gave you a dream to follow did the exact same things as the person who traumatized your childhood? I see some narrative problems here. Or maybe it's just that hawks is too optimistic for his own good.

The thing is, I think Hawks so desperately needed a symbol to give him hope that he didn't even try to look more profoundly into endeavor's mistakes. Like he tried so hard to convince himself. Here we can see that hawks says he could keep up with training and abuse by the commission because someone supported him, probably implying endeavor. But it wasn't even true, hawks just chose to idealize enji because he saved him, but enji didn't know hawks before metting him as a hero, so he couldn't actually support him in his dream. I know it's only metaphoric, but it does mean that Keigo just needed something, someone to hold onto because of all the suffering he went through. And he chose endeavor, who was the only person indirectly "caring" for him.

Now maybe it's because I adore Hawks and I hate endeavor (the man and his actions, not the way he's written), but I can't imagine them in a romantic relationship. How could Hawks give his trust and love to the exact same profile as his father? How could they live together without hawks remembering the abuse? I think that even enji himself wouldn't trust his own reactions and feelings, hunted by the past. "The past never dies", and it's true for everyone in this story.

Look how similar they are. Honestly I don't really understand horikoshi on this one because if he wanted to give enji a loyal sidekick, then why give Hawks an abusive father?

Or if horikoshi wanted to give us grumpy x playful duo, then do it with dabihawks? They had so much potential to be our favorite bickering duo, and their drama would've been so good if they both knew each other before touya's death, became close during hawks undercover mission and then went through a heartbreaking breakup during touya's reveal.

(look at them they could've been soo good as a grumpy x playful duo aah)

Instead, we got Hawks indirectly supporting the same abuse he went through and the destruction of dabihawks' potential with the biggest absence of interactions ever after the first war.

(Also I want to add that I respect everyone's opinion and I don't hate endhawks shippers at all! It's just my point of view on the ship, everyone is free to ship whoever they want if that stays legal 🙏)

Maybe I'm going too far into the analysis (someone stop me please I'm talking too much-), but I really think that endhawks couldn't work, for hawks as much as for enji. Now the interesting thing to ask would be : would dabihawks actually work in a romantic relationship? I guess we'll never know.

[simplyscarlet]

"The executioner's within me and he comes blindfold ready, Sword in hand and arm so steady." - FaTM "Make Up Your Mind."

Hawks is the executioner. He's within Toga. There's a companion fanfic here mind the tags.

I've posted/deleted this picture several times now because its' kinda a raw piece and I feel super vulnerable posting it, and also no photo I take seems to get all the colors right, so I just stare at it and pick it apart digitally and then decide I hate it and delete it. I'm gonna try and leave it up for real this time.

[milky-aeons]

babies drop some yummy hawks fics pls im thirsting !!

[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…?

[mikazenin]

( # ) ── the bad ending.

thinking about depressed!reader who puts on a facade persona while hidden beneath it is someone desperate to disappear from the face of this earth. hawks is an observant man, always on constant alert, he's intelligent and it's no surprising he could definitely see through your fake persona you put infront of friends you hang out with because he relates to you. hawks is the cheerful, laid back and cocky hero while keigo is the clingy one who craves for your attention, your affection, your touch, your voice and your love, he craves for your everything and keigo is vulnerable without you. but what if it's his little bird whose vulnerable? you put on a facade smile and laugh whenever you're with people including hawks. once you're alone, you wipe out all the positive emotions in you before questioning your life existence and curling up in a ball, crying until your eyes become heavy and you fall asleep. keigo had never received affection in his childhood, him and his family never talked about their feelings, he is completely oblivious to comforting someone and is mostly the one being comforted by you, and you know that. whenever he sees you vulnerable and broken, his heart breaks into a million pieces and he's incredibly sad but this isn't about him. it's about you. he does everything in his power to make you feel better even if it's just doing a simple thing, you appreciate it because you know he's there for you. whenever you're curled up in a ball while laying in bed or just sitting down, he would come behind you and hugged you tightly while his scarlet wings covered the both of you as if he was shielding you from the outside. whenever you're too tired to do anything, he does all house chores, he cooks all the food he knows and brings it to you but not without putting a goofy show or dance to make you smile or laugh at his cute self. he also cuddles right after while whispering sweet nothings in your ear. whenever you're telling yourself horrible words, he would hold you close while keeping you away from all the negative things you say by replacing it with positive ones, reminding you of how great of a person you truly are and all the nice things you done in your life. all the happy things you told him, he was reminding you about it. he makes you remember all the happy things even if it's a small one and it always brings a smile to your and keigo's face whenever you add another thing at the story he reminds you. whenever you're feeling lonely because he is busy with his hero work, he leaves a feather with you so you wouldn't be lonely. the feather would fly and brush your skin or tickle you at times, whenever you cried and he wasn't there, he would fly the feather and have it wipe the tears flowing down your cheeks, reminding you that he's always with you. one of your favorite moments with keigo is when you had a camp on a mountain, nothing bothering your sweet time with keigo as you stargazed with him, telling him of all the constellations and distant galaxies out there in the universe until you fell asleep in the warmth of his arms as his eyes gazed at your relaxed face like all the stress inside you was slowly decaying as he brushed his hand in your hair before whispering;

“look at you, babybird.. tired of life but still living. I'm so proud of you.”

sometimes you think that you want to disappear but all you really want is to be found.

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01.27.2023 | main tumblr; @pandemoniumtime | written by; alex.