#nnnhgh why

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[touyasdoll]

DILF HAWKS WHO’S BABY BIRB IMPRINTS ON YOU AND NOW THERE WILL BE BIRB COURTING AAAAHHHHHHHHH 😳😳😳!

 

~Plus a mystery~

 

Like, you’ve never met.

Either of them.

Ever.

But one day at the park, you’re eating lunch on your day off, sitting there with your bentō, and this small child, a toddler of maybe 3, is screeing and giggling as he chases a ball around the walk near you.

It’s so dang cute you have to a hold back a laugh after you’ve taken a bite of your sandwhich. You love seeing kids being happy, carefree when you normally see people of all ages at their worst.

You’re a rescue and medic hero with a Healing Quirk and also studying. Idk what. There’s a lot of options. Let’s say some in ‘verse medic level ranking exam. Right now you’re level 4. There are 10 levels in total.

Point is, you’ve seen things.

So watching people enjoying themselves, adults and children alike, soothes your soul.

You watch the little bird in amusement. There’s a smile on your face as he chases the ball, but then you frown.

He’s getting awfully close to the road — he never strays off too close, staying on the sidewalk near by at most, but you get a bad feeling.

You’re hyperfocused on him. You don’t hear anything as you start to stand up, everything moving in slow motion and suddenly you move.

You let your lunch fall to the floor as you’re at the kids side, grabbing him and throwing yourself back as a car wildly swerves, jumping the sidewalk all the way to the grass on the other side and then corrects itself into an old street light that breaks.

Debris comes flying from both car and light.

You’re shielding the child, curled around him and ducking your head close, closing your eyes because you’re out of uniform, you don’t have your visor on you (like an idiot, you think self-deprecatingly, even though it’s your day off and you’re not even in costume) and even the weak protection of your eyelids is something against a spray of glass.

Except, you feel nothing hit you.

You don’t even feel yourself hit the ground.

And that’s because you don’t.

There’s red feathers cradling you as you cradle the child in your arms. Feathers anyone would recognize.

Oh, you think, that’s really lucky.

You vaguely note the form of the #3 hero heading towards the car, as well as a medic already on scene. Good.

Your attention is immediately on the child in you arms who’s distressed crying and chirping, stress gripping you and you begin to speak softly as you check him over, mimicking a gentle coo you’ve heard before from an owl. Maybe. Or a dove? (Hmm.)

You don’t know why, you did the cooing of a maybe owl. It. it just feels right?

The baby birb still cries, but it’s less and less as he realizes he’s safe and okay. There’s still an upset chirp, a hiccuping one, though.

You coo again and wipe away some of his tears. He nuzzled into your side.

“It’s okay, sweetie bird, but that was really scary, huh?” / “NnnhgH…. Mmhmm…”

“I didn’t see any ouches on you, but do you feel hurt anywhere?” Your heart drops as he nods, gripping you harder and you’re pretty sure your arm is bleeding but so what. The kid is hurt and you missed it!

“Can you tell me where, sweetie bird?” / “Inside. Cold hurts.”

Cold hurts? you mouth the words to yourself, gently running your free hand through his hair, gaining a surprise by calmer chirp, but you’ve always been quick on the uptake and oh!

“Do you… Do you hurt from all the scary things? Does it feel a big, big, BIG rock is in your tiny birdie tummy?” You asked, watching his expression. The kiddo looks to you in amazement that you could describe it so well!

He nods his head quickly, eyes never leaving you. You smile gently and whisper that you know something to help that, but he has to listen well. He can do that, right?

The vigorous, serious nodding he does seems to indicate he agrees with you and you choke back a giggle at how cute he is.

You begin to hum to a melodic tune, soon singing without actual words. Vocalizing? Something along those words.

And the baby bird calms. He’s no longer stress gripping you, but holding on still and looks at you with awe in his adorable little face instead of the miserable distress he had earlier.

As you sing the last note, though, you end in a little coo again, surprising yourself once more.

What surprises you even more is the clapping coming from near by… You glance and see Hawks, as well as some civilians who had been paying attention.

The little bird in your arms gives a series of happy chirps, bouncing and partially letting go of you, holding one arm open towards the well known hero.

“Daddy!” …daddy?

FFS it’s so obvious. Omg how didn’t that enter into your mind??

You feel like an idiot as Hawks holds out his hands, one to help you down as his feathers begin to lower you, from cradling you safely, and the other to his “baby bird!”

You grab his hand and gently allow him to help you down. Only he turns it to grabbing you and twirling you and his son around for a moment before setting you both on ground level.

You make a surprised noise. that sounds an awful lot like a songbird’s startled chirps.

Hawks and the kid, who still hasn’t let go if you, both turn to face you. Hawks with a startled, then perceptive gaze and the son with a giggle.

“It seems we have a lot to talk about.” What.

And that’s how you find out your Quirk should’ve really been named Caladrius (from how it works in conjunction with the bird traits you’re beginning to show), you and the kid have imprinted on each other, only the kid realizes it full force as he’s more in tune with his bird instincts, your bird characteristics (and isn’t that a trip!) are just now coming in about 16 years late (at the least if you had gotten your Quirk when you were 4 like everyone else, but most likely had it in part since birth, theorized due to trauma from how your own imprint bond was broken when your father died when you were a toddler yourself) and that Hawks — Keigo would like to “court” you.

…really. All you wanted to do today was eat lunch and take in the peaceful, happy vibes of the park.

Now you’re a mama, a bird, a mama bird, potential mate to a high profile limelight Hero and digging into a mystery of your past that you never even knew was a mystery.

……hopefully the sex will be really good.

 

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this is so cute!! little baby birb omg <3