#hawks fic

[myballsyourballs]

OKAY IVE BEEN IMAGINING A HAWKS X BAKUGOUS OLDER BROTHER READER?? okay but here me out bro, reader has been dating hawks for a while now, occasional family dinners at readers house with his parents, not brother, due to the fact that he’s training.

reader never brought up the fact that his younger brother goes to ua, and hawks never said anything about teaching 1a gym time-to-time, one day, reader goes to pick up katsuki early from school, and he realizes hawks is teaching, basically how everyone would react to one, finding out bakugou has a brother, and two he’s dating hawks??

(ps, hawks knew of readers last name, but never thought anything of it,)

big bro

keigo takami x male! older bakugou brother! reader

genre: fluff and slight crack oneshot (1,300ish words)

notes: i’m not a massive fan of how i wrote this (i don’t think it’s very good) but it’s been sitting in my drafts for months so here you go

synopsis: reader is katsuki's older brother who is dating hawks -- katsuki doesn't know reader is dating hawks, and hawks doesn't know katsuki is reader's brother. it stays that way until reader has to pick up katsuki from school early while hawks is teaching.

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Principal Nezu is shorter than you expect.

You expected him to be a man-sized rat, not a rat-sized man; though you suppose that isn’t an apt description either, given that he’s at least 2 feet tall and most rats aren’t 2 feet tall.

Regardless, he's still pretty intimidating when you run into him in the hall and he starts to ask you what you're doing.

"I'm looking for Bakugou Katsuki -- uh, my little brother. My parents wanted me to pick him up early since we're leaving today to go on a trip." Nezu seriously makes you nervous.

“Bakugou Katsuki is in Hero Training as of right now. You’ll be able to find him in the gym!” He smiles at you, teeth surprisingly white for a rodent. “Make sure to alert his teacher before you leave,” Nezu continues, an unnerving glint in his abyss-like eyes. You decide not to ask why he knows Katsuki’s timetable by heart.

“Sure. Thanks, Principal Nezu,” you smile, offering him a handshake kindly.

“Anytime, Bakugou-san.”

As you step into the gym, the first thing you notice is the smell of sweat. That, and the temperature. Despite the amount of heat emanating from the fire quirks of a select few and the body heat of everyone in the gym, it’s — surprisingly — rather cool. UA's unflinching ability to invest copious amounts of money into air conditioning was impressive. Your eyes trail across the sweeping ceilings and expensive equipment, whistling lowly. I should come here more often.

1-A looks to be split into pairs — sparring, maybe? — each student difficult to view clearly under the thin blanket of steam and smoke that surrounds them. Katsuki, however, is easy to spot among them. His explosions light up the room, the sound of the loud booms only rivalled by his rage-fuelled yelling. You watch, amused. Glad he’s… letting that out.

As much as you didn’t want to interrupt class (the idea of 20 different teenagers having their undivided attention on you was a terrifying thought), the teacher was nowhere in sight and you were running out of time. “Katsuki!” you call, waving at the angry red glare that lands on you. The boy, in response, rolls his eyes snidely and stays rooted on the spot.

You sigh. Little brothers are so goddamn annoying. “Let’s go, dude,” you urge, emphasising your words with a vague ‘hurry up’ gesture. He scowls, but obliges nonetheless, walking slowly over with his hands shoved into his pockets. Once he's in front of you, he stops.

“My teacher isn’t here. I can’t leave yet.”

“Isn’t it their job to, you know, teach? Where the fuck did they go?” You furrow your brows.

“Fuck if I know,” Katsuki responds, matching your curses with equal indifference. “He went with Deku to go and get something.”

“Izuku’s here?”

“Why wouldn’t he be, dumbass? He’s in my class.”

And that’s when you notice the rest of 1-A. 18 pairs of eyes stare at you in utter shock and confusion, burning with questions. Your body stills, awkward under their gazes.

“Is that… your brother?” a red-haired boy with sharp teeth asks, looking between you and Katsuki slowly.

“Yeah,” Katsuki replies nonchalantly.

You take in the other boy's appearance: the insane amount of gel in his weirdly-styled hair, pointed teeth and the fact that he was sparring with Katsuki. Close friend, bad hair?

“You must be Shitty Hair.” you say, prompting half of the class to erupt into giggles. Vaguely, you recall his name is Kirishima, but Katsuki says it so rarely that you barely even associate it with him. ‘Shitty Hair’ blushes at the attention, nodding bashfully with an awkward smile. He rubs the nape of his neck, glancing once again between Katsuki and you.

“I can see how you’re related,” he laughs uncertainly.

“I can see who got the good genes,” a pink-haired girl with horns calls, “clearly not Bakugou.”

“YOU WANNA SAY THAT AGA—”

The doors slam open. You first see Izuku, who pauses at the commotion, and behind him you see… your boyfriend? What the fuck?

“Keigo?”

“[Y/N]?”

“[Y/N]-nii?” Izuku adds.

“Nii?” someone whispers in confusion.

“Hey, Izuku,” you respond weakly.

Silence falls. You take a moment to appreciate Keigo in his hero costume before the dots connect and you turn to Katsuki accusingly.

“He’s your teacher!?”

“He’s your brother!?” Keigo counters.

You turn to your boyfriend. “I told you I have a brother. You know my last name. You’ve literally met my mother and she’s the carbon-copy of Katsuki. Keigo, what even?”

“Er, well, in hindsight, maybe you’re right— but... you’re so nice,” he says, disbelief evident in his wide eyes and confused brows. “And he’s so… not—”

“The fuck did you just say—!?”

“Young man, I will give you a detention if you swear at me again,” Keigo says sternly, schooling his face into something unnaturally serious and crossing his toned arms over his chest. You can see the humour dancing his eyes, prompting you to chuckle quietly.

Katsuki rolls his eyes. “Yes, Hawks-sensei,” he mutters, face contorted into a scowl. He angrily taps his shoe on the ground.

“Stop being a shit,” you chide, grabbing Katsuki by the shoulder roughly and rubbing your knuckles into his skull. The rest of 1-A watches on in absolute disbelief. (Except Izuku. He’s used to this.)

Katsuki groans exasperatedly, “You stop being a shit.”

“Hey!” Hawks gasps dramatically, “don’t call my boyfriend a shit!”

Silence.

You rub a hand over your temple in an attempt to ease your oncoming headache.

“YOUR FUCKING WHAT?!”

“Katsuki—”

The rest of 1-A is left in shock. (Including Izuku, this time). Some start yelling, some look like they’ve turned to stone, the usual. You’re too busy trying to hold back your feral little brother from attacking Keigo — you know he won’t actually, you’re just hoping Keigo knows that too.

“Wait, you’re gay?” A boy who you can recall as Kaminari splutters. Your face crinkles into confusion, nose scrunching like you’ve smelt a bad odour. You can see why Katsuki calls him Dunce Face.

“It runs in the family,” you say, with a pointed look to Katsuki.

His exhaustion must’ve caught up to him since he only offers a middle finger in response. Kaminari bursts into startled and slightly scared laughter.

A warm arm makes its way around your waist and it takes an embarrassing amount of effort for you to suppress a smile. You don’t even have to look at Keigo to know that he’s grinning.

Neither of you are big fans of PDA, but the urge to hug him right now is particularly strong; especially since he’s right there, but there’s also 20 kids right there which sucks and you have to go—

Right. You and Katsuki need to go. That was the point of this whole ordeal.

“Keigo,” you murmur, quiet enough for only him to hear. The rest of the class has ignored the two of you in favour of chatting amongst themselves or questioning Katsuki. Keigo hums, meeting your eyes. He smiles, his golden irises pooling with affection and his arm squeezing gently around your waist, seemingly in a trance. You chuckle, “I need to go.”

He startles. “Right! Right,” he says, clearing his throat. You pretend not to notice the faint tinge of red high on his cheekbones.

“Okay, 1-A. I’m gonna go sort this out quickly,” Keigo says to the class, his voice raised slightly in order to drown out the talking. “So please continue sparring — without quirks — until I’m back. I won’t be long.”

The class answers an affirmative, and then the two of you (plus Katsuki) are out the door. You turn to face Keigo, placing a quick peck on his lips. “I thought I just needed to tell you Katsuki was leaving and then you’d sort it?”

“That’s true… but I missed you,” Keigo sighs wearily, acting like he hadn’t seen you in years. (You spent the night with him literally yesterday.)

“Stop before I tear my fucking eyes out,” Katsuki interrupts. Keigo lifts his head to glare unhappily at him.

“Piss off, Katsuki,” you grumble, placing a slightly longer kiss on Keigo’s lips. You pull away at the realisation that you’re probably late, which means you’ll probably have to face the wrath of Mitsuki Bakugo. “I should— we should go. I’ve stayed way longer than I needed to.”

“Thank fuck,” Katsuki grumbles, occupying himself with his phone. Teenagers.

Keigo groans dejectedly but lets you go nonetheless. He watches you walk away, waving. “Bye, honeybear!”

“Don’t call me that!”

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[tteokdoroki]

OCTOBER 8TH. HADES

“my sweet, deluded little minion. aren't we forgetting one teensy-weensy but ever-so-crucial tiny little detail? i own you.”

♱ — keigo takami + hate sex.

♱ — synopsis; as a naive little girl in love you make a deal that gets you stuck with the unrelenting god of the underworld, and no matter how sweet he may fuck you…you’ll spend all of eternity hating him if you have to.

♱ —length; 5.4K

♱ — warnings; please read for your own safety! mdni, smut 18+, heavy smut, mentions of death, restraints, marking, branding, creampies, thigh riding, impact play, nipple play, multiple orgasms, possesive sex, hate sex, unprotected sex, fem!reader, hades!hawks. not beta read !

♱ — notes; screee happy sinister saturday !! tonight i bring you hawks beloved besmooched as disney's hades!! i hope you guys enjoy this as much as i did writing it. !! mwah !! - m.list ₊ kinktober m.list ₊ taglist 𓆩♡𓆪

pity. 

you should not have pity for the weak because you are weak, yourself. 

you’re weak because you’re too kind; you hate to see a dying soul twisting through those who end up in the land of the undead, shackled to their fate of never returning where the living are. you feel their desperation, hear it in the woeful cries of lost lives as they make their trip down a stream of decay— to be damned for almost all of eternity and like them, you’re desperate too. the underworld is a place to be hated, you think, tying you down to the stench of death and you’re so desperate to feel the sun on your skin once more…to taste the juice of a ripened fruit and feel the warm breeze against your skin while you brush through locks of silvering hair. 

you miss the air in your lungs, you miss breathing him in like he was oxygen.

touya, was there name of the man you missed most about the world up above— his lips often tasted of sour grapes, his skin was rough from scratches and scrapes too but soft whenever you held a his hand. you thought that he adored you— touya would worship you like the gods had put your portrait in the stars up above and you’d do the same…spending your free time counting the flecks in cerulean eyes while soft white hair flows in the warm wind. he was brave, you knew that, a warrior who was strong and had promised you his hand once he returned from the battles his father had called him upon. 

you were promised, you were happy and more in love than you thought possible— until the day touya tells you that he loves you with his dying breath, a sickness sweeping over topaz fem eyes, and you know he’d take your heart to the underworld too.

“you still thinkin’ about him, doll?” 

the warmth of your day dreams slip away as the chill of his voice fills the stone cold lair. you dare to let your fingertips drift through the river of souls below the wall you lean against. “‘m not in the mood, hades.” the god of the underworld, keigo takami is a nuisance if you’d ever known one. a pain in your ass full of feathered flames— bright blue in all of their glory, they’re colder than most would expect, unbecoming of the colour that sprout’s from the king of the undead’s back. 

“hawks. keigo, baby. c’mon little bird…” his voice is tight with humour, surprisingly playful for someone doomed to be surrounded by lifelessness for all of eternity. all of the underworld is dreary and damp, worn arching mountains made of old bones, skulls and teeth— rocks as sharp as swords that end lives with the sickly green stream of whining dead mortals. you can’t breathe down here…there’s no space for you to escape nor breathe around him and you hate it. “oh sugarplum…don’t play sourpuss! we’re all friends here!” the blonde god that burns cold flames picks your dainty fingers from the acidic pool of death. 

he grinds your gears, and you have nowhere else to go. the thought of being stuck with a man who rules over ruined lives— infuriating you to no end. “i am not—“ you seethe, shoulders raised like a hissing cat or something akin to the three headed dog that guards this place. “your friend. far from it, hades.” the look on your face is far from impressed, discourteous with your lips turned into a nasty sneer and a sweltering spark to your usually pretty docile eyes. 

it’s such a shame, how ill behaved you are after everything the man has done for you. “it’s hawks, honey.” the man reminds you, and in a flash he’s on you in all the ways you despise. his slimey grip of death squeezes your cheeks, dragging you up to his mighty height with your face in the palm of his burning hand. hades…hawks, he’s mean when he’s unhappy— the flames that form the wings of a fallen angel flicker a brilliant red and the temperature of them skyrockets. “‘n this is no way to act after all i’ve done for you cupcake.” despite the fury that radiates from the god…he coos gently. 

“if i remember correctly… i’m the one who saved your little prick of a boyfriend… aren’t I?” even through all of the robes keigo wears, you can still feel the molten heat of his skin against yours as he pulls you in close— though you dangle from his hold, you’re practically chest to chest. you scramble to get away, but the god only digs his thumb further into your cheek. “we had a deal. your soul for his life.” with his free hand, he creates an apparition, tufts of smoke dancing to form people…one showing touya who bends at the knee to take the other’s hand— this one being you. 

at first, the two characters seem happy, and an emotion akin to fondness settles in your bones— but not before touya’s little smoke figure trails away from yours to follow another woman “s’not my fault he left you. don’t take it out on me, doll,” hawks drawls, snapping his fingers to make the apparition disappear, your heart rattled in its place after reliving the scene and you force your gaze away with a grunt directed at the god. “now, since you’re being oh so disrespectful, we’ll add…give or take, another five years to your sentence with me instead of taking away seven. how’s that sound?” 

“fuck you, hades.” turning your head, you spit directly between the god’s eyes, fuelled by your own hurtful rage.

your elevated, living pulse does nothing but serve to piss off the king of the underworld more— his blonde set of locks nearly exploding off of the top his head as he combusts into red hot flames once more. “still so bitter over a man who can’t love you like i do, huh?” keigo says your name, low and raspy, and you can’t remember the last time he’d uttered those syllables. it frightens you, after all you are a mortal in the grip of a man who takes lives for a living, but you’d never let him know that. “that’s almost pathetic.”

that hurts to hear, like a knife twisting in your fragile human gut… and so, kicking your feet, still high above the ground and suspended in the large god’s grip— you throw yourself about and claw at his temperate hand cupping your face harshly. “you do not love me, you wouldn’t know what that meant even if it kicked you in the face!” you yell, biting down on keigo’s hands in a futile attempt. “you’re just obsessed with me and would much rather me be a soulless corpse to keep you better company!” 

“you better watch your tone with me, little bird—“

“you’re vile. you’re disgusting— a fool if you think i could ever see the bright side of being stuck here with you,” you ramble in response, and foolishly so. “i hate you hades, i hate you. did you know that? i want to repeat it for you. i hate yo—“ 

your words are never finished, for a resounding strike echoes throughout the cave like atmosphere on the underworld and you already feel the invisible bruising form under your skin, falling to the floor to cup your wound.

no matter how many times you had tested the god of death, he had never hit you like this before.

and you’ve never looked into his golden irises , never seen them so clearly or seen his pupils like black slits— leaving the amber colour to take over, reminding you of the surface sun. hawks looks almost predatory, hungry red flames for wings willing to swallow and burn everything in their path, including you. 

“repeat yourself. what did you say?” keigo commands easily.

you gulp. “t-that i…”

“that you, what?” your name again, and you tremble. 

“that i hate you,” you breathe. “i hate you.” 

he seems to snap at this. 

hawks smiles, teeth as sharp as razors set on display. “another five years into your sentence, pretty.” with a snap of his talon clawed fingers, the god has fragments of grey smog binding your wrist together, slipping over your nose and mouth to shut you the hell up. “‘m disappointed, yanno. i do care so much for you, i’m so attentive… but this has happened far too long to go unnoticed, little bird.” 

the world around you rushes with air as you’re hauls into the god’s thick arms, you kick and scream muffled through the smoke in your mouth— watching as keigo conjures up a throne made of thorns, pain and bones, taking a comfortable seat into it despite the lost loved ones it might be made up of. “here we go again, darling.” the blonde sighs, not caring if you batter his back on the way down to taking his seat— dragging you into position to sit over the swell of his right thigh. “s’always the same old shit with you. so naughty.” keigo peers up at you through eyes like a bird of prey…watching, knowing the exact effect he has on you. 

hyper aware of how much control he has over you, right down to your soul. 

you squirm away and keigo let’s go of the smoke, letting you tilt your head back but still rooted in the god’s lap. “i hate you.” breathing deep, you try to ignore your body flushing with heat and the urge to buck down against keigo’s surprisingly muscular thigh. 

“behave yourself. sit still,” hades coos, his touch cascades up your body, slipping under your bodice and sending warmth down each of the neurons like a flickering flame until he reaches the swell of your breasts— thumbing over your pebbled nipples in an attempt to pull a whine from between your resistant lips. it’s so cute to watch you try and fail, pretend like your hips aren’t aching to slide back and forth, drag your clit back and forth…back and forth over the man like a desperate bitch in heat, like you don’t want to put your hands in the brightness of his fire and watch yourself burn with lust. you’re no good at acting, pretending you wouldn’t slut yourself out for him, the one who owns you for all of eternity. 

with a click of his fingers, all the power in the world between them pulls up the skirts of your robes, like wisps of a web until the fabric sits at your hips. “h-hate you… s’much,” you repeat though the venom to your voice is lost, shaky and falling into a pathetic moan instead as the god traces the fat at your hips, searing fingers sliding down to your fleshy ass before peeling you away from his thigh— amused at the stickiness that ties you to him. “f-fuck.” 

“yeah sweetheart? you hate me this much?” the amusement is evident in his voice too, a slender digit sliding out from the curve of your ass to touch at your oozing wetness. “oh…i don’t know, doesn’t seem like you don’t like me. you can’t spend forever hatin’ me either; not when i get you like this.” the finger spreads apart your swelling folds, and hawks shifts until his knee is able to bump your clit. “lover boy ever make ya this wet?” you despise the way the god talks down on you, as if you’re just a slave to his cock and thighs and whatever he can give you…dopamine and lust hormones flooding your cute little mortal brain and making you pliant for him. 

the beginnings of your arousal seeps warmly through the robes laying wrinkled against the fiery blonde’s thigh, sweet folds leaving a stain that betrays you in every way possible. touya could never… not like this, you’re soaked and you’ve barely been touched. only just, by feather light grazes against the supple fat at your waist. it’s the taunting pillowy cushion to hawks’ words too, they’re what’s gotten you so worked up— not too mean or too harsh, just enough to make you feel like you’re beneath him. 

with your nails digging to hades’ arm, you cry out his name at a volume barely above a whisper— bottom lip wobbling and face crumbling just like your resolve because it hurts so good not to use him to get off, the shame only adding fuel to the fire in your lower belly. “s-shut up,” you struggle to get out, to mean what you say as your needy hole clenches against the blistering skin of a god. “you don’t make me feel shit…y-you could never be h-him—oh,” keigo flexes his thigh beneath your unloyal pussy, tongue darting out to wet his lips in hunger as your words taper off into a sinful little sigh at your pretty eyes roll back into your skull. “oh…oh fuck you.” 

“watch your mouth.” hades all but snarls, a cruel smirk beginning its horizon on his slightly chapped lips now that you’re finally playing his game, your hips falling into their own rhythm over his thigh—speeding up in their straddled dance over him. again, his hands explore all what your body has to offer and this time you let him, throwing your head back when hawks rips the fabric of your skirt to get a better view of your naked rosy cunt and how beads of glistening arousal pearl between perfect pussy lips. “don’t need to be your shitty little human to make you feel good, sweetheart. i know i’m better than him,” he makes a sick point of reminding you so, leaning back into his throne with a hazy look settling into the embers of his golden eyes, those of which are trained on the way your folds encapsulate his thigh as you get yourself off on him. “i’m your god, you’ll only ever feel the pinnacle of pleasure with me.”

you loath that this much is true, of all the times hawks has punished you for resenting him— talking back and being ungrateful, you’ve never cum as hard with anyone else as much as you have with him. when his flaming hands swallow your thighs, burn their hand prints into them until you can smell the scent of singeing flesh tangled with death, decay and your saccharine pussy you feel like you’re dying. you must be, with the waves of euphoria you’re drowning in, your lungs ache from the near screams of delight that rattle around in your throat with every grind against hawks— especially when he begins to bounce his thighs against your cunt that blossoms for him like a flower from the lands up above.

“you’re awful…” you say, teary eyed despite humping at keigo’s twitching thigh faster and faster with ragged breaths— giving him a front row seat to you losing your mind, to your slit drooling so delicately against him despite how roughly your body moves. his clawed hand reaches the back of your bodice, tearing it into two as if it were nothing and letting the fabric fall away from your bouncing chest.

his mouth is on your breasts within an instant, the heated pink tongue of the god rolling over your darkened areolas and rock hard nipples, standing on end from the cool death chilled air, before the sharpened edge of his teeth sink into your soft mounds. “only just now realising that, honey? when i’m literally the king of death?” hawks let’s go of you with a slick pop, his cheeks flushed red and lips in a state to match— cock and thigh twitching at the little simper you let out from the painful sting of his teeth biting at your skin. your state is no better than his, brows creased adorably in the centre of your forehead, mouth open in a raw ‘o’ shape and your eyes screwed shut while your skin shines with perspiration. a diamond in the rough. 

“fuck, you look so fucking good,” the god of the underworld curses, glowing yellow eyes torn between watching your face contort in lechery and your mound, gliding smoothly over his paled yet golden skin— leaving a trail of slick in her wake. “oh fucking hell,” he beefs, from deep within his chest licentiously, the words caught in his throat when you start to bounce up and down in the god’s lap by your own accord. “that’s right, ride it. ride my thigh like you fucking hate me.” he leers, goading you into lifting your hips and slamming your clit back down on his shaky thigh, eyes a dark and molten gold rolling back at the sight. 

you don’t have the energy to curse him out again, whimpering and mewling like a fallen angel as you reach out to grab keigo’s shoulder in order to steady yourself. your body is wracked with the shakes and trembles even as your nails dig into his shoulder blades, one hand on his hip, using him as leverage to ride him, throwing yourself down on him as the lewd pap of your sticky pussy fills the sex and death tainted air. hawks’ mouth is back on you, biting and marking your neck, licking a nasty trail from your collarbones and back to the swell of your breasts to suckle on them— only serving to make your cunt fish every time it’s lifted from his thigh, ruining his dark robes with slick and making his wings burn brighter like the ball of lust growing between you.

hawks plants his feet firmly on the floor, his hands smoothing over your ass so he can roughly pull your cheeks apart, slamming you back down on his quivering leg every time it juts up to meet your pretty, syrupy cunt. you squeak, the hood of your clit pulled back, blood rushing right too it carrying sex crazed hormones that make your whole body tingle. “oh, just look at your fucking pussy. so, wet. so nasty.” he laughs like the sight of you staining his leg, humping it like a bitch is ludicrous. “you sure you hate me?” you do, gods you fucking do but you can barely talk with the delight pain that sparks at your ass cheeks as keigo marks them with burns again. branding you with the hades name— making you property of the underworld. 

“how can you hate me when you belong to me?” he bleats sweet and soft despite how rough hades is with you, scattering your pretty body with scalding burn marks. “when i make you feel so good that you can’t even remember your own pathetic little mortal name?” he says it then, when he’s growling and smacking a blazing hand down against your bruising ass, making you cry out and howl and drag your nails down his skin. keigo did you a favour, saving your weak and loving soul above all else after your lover had cast you aside— he protected you, nurtured you and all you could do was look at him like he ruined the world for you. so in turn, every time you would act up like this, keigo would fuck you until you were literally an inch from losing your life, reminding you that you bound to him for all of eternity, no matter what you did. 

“you’re mine. remember?” he coos to you when your head starts to loll and you’re hiccuping so hard you can’t even think to breathe right. “my little queen of the underworld.” 

slumping forward, you don’t slow the roll of your hips, the gentle glide of your slippery cunt along hades’ blazing thigh and instead you shake your head, weakly, miserably to the point where he just finds your denial cute. “‘m not…i-i,” you gargle, words incoherent against the molten core of keigo’s chest. “i fucking hate you—uhuh, yeah…i do.” you moan.

like most humans, you’re fucking pitiful but your voice adorned with lust is enticing to a god who hears nothing but deathly wails all day. “keep tellin’ yourself that; baby but look at how you fall apart on my lap. uhuh…yeah?” keigo flashes you his pearly whites through his condescending smirk and tone, using you so bristfully that every time he pushes you back and forth over his thigh you go as far back as to grind your puffy clit against his knee. “that felt good, huh? yeah i know…you’re all mine.” 

you fucking hate him, and that voice of his and how he plays you for a fucking fool. 

you hate how his possession over you makes you needy, makes you melt and how you eagerly nod your head, sore and bruised by flames all over as you push it into keigo’s neck— the knot in your tummy nice and tight, so good that it hurts. “‘m close… don’t stop. please, o-oh fuck!” you cry, coated in your own essence as it splatters every time you slam your pretty pussy down on hawks, clenching around nothing, your sweet words soothing the ache in his rigid dick. “j-just like that. f-fuck! keigo!” 

the way you drawl out the syllables of his name makes a primal urge stir in the god— he circles your hips on him, let’s his calloused finger tips burn their mark against your hips and your thighs and your ass, knowing that the torment gets you off, makes your creamy cunt wetter. “you gonna cum for me? make a mess in my lap? paint your god with your pretty juices?” he teases, short for breath leaning up with a fond smile until your lips are just barely apart. he wonders how you’ll look when you cum this time; if your sweaty swollen lips with hungrily accept his, if you’ll cry with your eyes closed or look him in his own— your sparkling bambi eyes swirling with hatred and dread like they always do. “c’mon…come on. give it to me, sweetheart, lemme feel you come undone.” 

hot fingers, the ones that branded you push into your clit— pinching it as hades writes his signature against your throbbing pussy, moaning with you when you jolt. “yeah, you like that?” he growls, voice hoarse and your body betrays you once more, head nodding into his neck. “mhm, you’re gonna cum like this for me aren’t you? you’re gonna fucking cum for the god you hate. that’s it…oh gods, that’s fuckin’ it, doll.” 

“i-i’m! oh gods, keigo—!” you squeal as the knot of lust within you unravels all at once, your core gushing with release as hades makes you dive head first into a blinding orgasm. you violently shake and your thighs lock around his hand that works you through your high and releases the pressure in your pussy, sweet streams of clear arousal soaking his lap and dripping down your thighs. hawks can’t bring himself to stop, doesn’t know where to look as he draws tighter circles on your little nub, drawing out your orgasm for his own amusement, addicted to how your skin shines with your release. “s-stop! please… s’too much!” you squeak.

the world spins harder on its axis and you barely have time to register hawks flipping your positions, folding you with your back to the throne and legs thrown over the bend of his burly arms. he can’t wait any fucking longer, feeling as if his cock might explode without being inside of you, watching you cum like that having sent him into a throbbing frenzy. you haven’t even calmed down yet, still limp from your orgasm when keigo pushes his length through your seeping, glistening folds, red cockhead catching on the hood of your clit in desperation, poking at your fluttering hole, ready to fuck into you while he lets his dick slap along the length of you. 

“j-just because you’ve made me cum…doesn’t mean i like you, nor trust you.” you pant in denial, trying and failing to open your pretty eyes to the underworld. “it doesn’t mean anything.” 

but keigo, he’s too far gone to care at this point. he could care less if you hate him, if you adore him, worship him or fear him. the only thing on his mind right now is sinking his yearning, pulsating shaft into your slick, slit while you’re still coming down from heaven and back to him in the world below. “don’t give a fuck,” he says, a hankering feeling to fuck you now clouding his mind. “i don’t need your trust little bird, i already know your body fucking loves me.” 

he won’t last long and neither will you, you’re already only just hanging on by a thread. “i-i don’t,” you slur, spit on the pad of tongue feeling heavy, you still haven’t recovered from your orgasm, squeezing down on every inch that keigo pushes into you— even though you’re wet beyond belief, your pink little hole can’t help but resist him, as if your body is finally denying him after everything he put you through on his thigh. “n-no…no no!” you cry out, a mess of dry lips and crystal tears, lifting your ass from the seat of the throne to try and coax hawks back into you. “please…need it, y-your cock…p-please!”

“see look, you’re being so nice now… is that all it takes? play with your precious pussy a little bit and you stop pretending to hate me?” keigo laughs huskily, dragging a thumb over his seedy tip as his fat length sits on your tummy— before shoving the soiled digit against your clit, pressing it into your pleasure nub so loosen you up a bit to take him. “this pussy doesn’t hate me, does she? oh no…she belongs to me.” 

you shudder at his words despite the heat of his flames, and you’re not even given a second to respond or prepare before his ribbed and red hot cock is shoved into your unused hole, his practised hands lifting you higher from the throne to accommodate for all of his size. “oh…oh god, k-keigo,” you coo like a little angel, your gaze losing its focus while the king of death folds you in half against his royal seat, the forked and purpling veins decorating his shaft pressing up against new pulse points, pinging them with ecstasy the further he presses into you. 

hawks bends over your shaky frame, golden and carved abs pressed against the backs of your thighs, the god smothering you with his body once he reaches the hilt, your knees digging blissfully into your shoulders, his cock already nestled against your g-spot from the pure size of him and you feel so full, like keigo is everywhere around you, a pleasant pain thrumming as your squishy insides stretch over his cold. he’s in your guts, your senses, your heart though it’s blackened with hatred for him. 

you’re dizzy and your eyes droop, mind void of thought and you don’t have the effort to hate him anymore— not when he makes you feel like this. “nuh-uh, wake up sweetheart, want you to look at me as i fuck ya, kay?” keigo whispers to you sweetly, his blazen hand smacking down on your face, pulling the dirtiest moan you’ve ever heard from between your lips. “that’s it, wake up f’me. listen to this cunt call my name,” he laments tapping your cheek once more and grins at the branded hand print before golden eyes lock themselves  away— taking away your sunshine from up above. you listen intently, the lewd squelch of your insides bouncing of stacks of bones and towers of skeletons, at a volume much higher than the cries of the undead. “my messy messy girl, so messy you might as well admit that you’re in love with me.” 

while that couldn’t have been further from the truth, you submit to the god who makes you a slave to his cock— slowly withdrawing from your snug walls, pulling out of your sticky selfish cunt. “ain’t it damned shame that lover boy took you for granted?” he growls with a voice tinged with possession. “such a shame that you’re sentenced to slutting yourself out on this cock for the rest of your days…oh fuck, you’re tight.” hips surging forwards, hawks sets a steady pace to rocking his dick into you, blunt cockhead pushing and pulling against sensitive spots that makes you see the stars in the night sky again. and maybe you do consider yourself lucky, without touya fucking you over, you wouldn’t be prisoner to the best dick you’ve ever had. 

you hate him, but hades is so, so good—teeth and tongue latching back onto your bouncing breasts as the heat from his flames spreads through you like a wildfire in a forest and the only thing capable putting it out is his precum sloshing in creamy, loose white against your gummy, syrupy walls. “m-my fucking god!” you manage through stuttered breathes, keening into the swipes of keigo’s tongue across your breasts that he’s burned, as if his saliva will soothe you. he ploughs into you at a god speed pace, skin slapping on skin as his balls slam into the curve of your ass and harmonise with your high pitched wails. 

“that’s right, baby.” he sounds so elated, moaning happily around your swollen nipples, moving to pant happily into your ear, pressing further and further into you until keigo is hardly pulling away from bullying your g-spot, your juices splashing about the places, running down the length of your slit and your ass to pool underneath you on the marble throne. “i’m yours and you’re fuckin’ mine, for the rest of forever…don’t, ah shit, care what you say. hate me all y’fuckin’ want.” 

hawks fucks you like he hates your guts, looking over you, throwing your legs over his shoulder and using his weight to canter into your abused cunt, rocking his throne with a dull thump to each of thrusts. he frees you from the grip that leaves burn marks across your body, to briefly run his hand through sweaty blonde locks, both of you are slick with perspiration, breathing ragged and you’re definitely too fucked out to even see at this point. the sun is keigo; despite the dreary underworld you live in, and the tears blur your vision too much for you to tell this isn’t the land of the living. 

“‘m g’na cum,” you tell hades eagerly, feeling like you’re alive the more he fills you up— sexes slotted together like a match made in heaven when you really feel like he’s your own personal hell. “gonna cum so fucking hard.” the pleasure is suffocating, deathly, but you don’t care, crying from every hole possible, locking down on keigo’s ravaging dick when he slaps your entrance to keep you awake— you jolt, sore from every joint and whine out pathetically. 

“can feel you cummin’ on me again, better give it all t’me little bird— want your fuckin’ mind, your body, your soul.” he sinks his teeth into the junction at your neck one last time, adding another delightfully painful mark to the rest that litter your body. he does it all to numb your pain of touya leaving you, fills you up with love which you mistake for hate because how can a merciless god who takes lives for fun be capable of loving you. it’s not long before your body does as he says, following keigo’s lead, tumbling down the highway to hell as the bright light of his flames flashes before your very eyes, your release staining his abdomen where it’s smooshed up against your clit.

“oh shit, fuck that’s it,” he’s right behind you too, abs rippling while the mighty god of death trembles above you and pours thick white from his angry red tip straight into your bruised womb, lewd clapping noises filling the air as he rocks into you through the last of your highs. keigo makes a pretty mess of you; creaming your insides as his last mark of possession over you. “my pretty little bird, mine eternally.” 

he hopes you’ll forget touya, that you’ll forgive him just this once— stop hating him for once. 

but with your foreheads pressed together, bodies limp and uncomfortable against the throne hawks— hades, has conjured up you quickly come to your senses with closed eyes and lost breath. 

“i hate you, hades.” you grunt, shame burning at you now instead of him, instead of lust. “get off me.” 

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[earthtooz]

just a quick hawks idea that came to me <3 it's awkward lol but gn and pro-hero!reader

you might need to put your agency on lockdown.

admittedly, a hero agency going into lockdown was incredibly hypocritical, but when the threat was the number two hero himself, hawks, you can’t take any risks. everything must be secured so he cannot step even one foot into the premise or you’ll call emergency out of desperation and exasperation.

of course in the case of an actual lockdown, you would be expected to be there on the front lines which means you’d be the one responsible for being face-to-face with the problem. and if hawks flashed that charming smile at you or laughed that boyish laugh of his, you’d be surrendering. easy defeat.

but, the moment you’ve been dreading all day comes a little sooner than you expected, when three knocks on your door abruptly capture your attention and in comes one of your assistants. 

“ah, l/n? hawks is here and wants to see you,” she says, sounding a little overwhelmed. hawks can be intimidating when he doesn’t mean to be after all and well, you too were dreading meeting him for completely different meetings.

“don’t send him in,” you blurt, causing your assistant to widen her eyes in shock. you know she has the urge to ask why but quickly nods in affirmation before disappearing behind the office door once more. 

crisis averted. or so you thought as a sturdy, red feather begins dancing on your desk, one that you knew wasn’t there before.

it must’ve slipped in alongside your assistant and your heart drops at the realisation, especially when it becomes gesturing to your window; a signal you somehow recognise. 

“oh my goodness,” you mutter before turning around in your chair, coming face-to-face with the winged hero as he taps impatiently on your window, your chest already beginning to compress with the way your heart rate increased, and a thrill of exhilaration runs its course through your veins; two natural reactions that happen very commonly whenever you’re around hawks.

you hurriedly shut the curtains on his face, not having long to rejoice before his feather lifts up a portion of the blinds to reveal his unimpressed expression, coupled with an amused eyebrow raise and a dangerous smirk. hawks then gestures upwards with his pointer finger and you knew immediately that he meant to meet you on the rooftop of your agency; a place he likes to crash onto whenever he wants to. 

(you once asked him if he had better things to do than hangout on the top of your building and he replied that he’s there because he’s bored but you know otherwise. if there’s something about hawks it’s that he’s never free. his schedule was worse than yours and even then, yours was unmanageable. where he found a slot to loiter around your establishment, you don’t know. the bigger philosophical issue was why.)

you’re backed into a corner with nowhere to go but the rooftop and the wing that clung to your hero clothes was only emphasising the direness of your situation.

the moment you open the card-regulated door of your rooftop, hawks is already waiting for you, his face bursting into a dazzling smile as a glimmer appears in his eyes, ones that rivalled the sun. 

“there you are, sweetheart!” he greets, fluffing up his wings as the singular feather trailing beside you returns to its rightful owner. he takes generous steps towards you whilst you take smaller ones to meet him in the middle, your arms crossed over your chest in hopes of maintaining an apathetic front to deter him. 

it must not have been working because he does not look fazed. not one bit. 

“what are you doing here?” you grumble, subtly admiring the way his ruffled hair blows with the wind and how radiant he looks with the sun shining upon him. “don’t you have things to do that are more productive than bother me?”

“i am being productive; i’m chasing up on a deal that i made with you. maybe you need a little reminder to what it was?”

“please, don’t start-”

“-if i placed above you in the hero rankings this year, i would get to take you out on a date. remember anything along those lines, pretty?” 

you hide your face from him, using your hands to cover your eyes as you look away.

him, being the embodiment of your worst nightmares (daydreams), bends around so he would appear in your eyesight again and when you catch a glimpse of him, you just shut him out again using your hands. a deep chuckle spills from the winged hero at your childish insistence, genuinely entertained and infatuated by you.

“c’mon, stop ignoring me. i earned this date fair and square.”

“if i do not see, i do not perceive, please leave me alone.”

“oh c’mon number six, i’ve already placed reservations at a hot place i’ve been meaning to try together. won’t you be nice?”

removing your hands, you meet his gaze with a perplexed one of your own. “i’m serious, hawks, i have work to take care of. don’t you as well? we can’t just take breaks whenever.”

“and i’m serious about this date. so much so that i rostered more sidekicks on today than i normally do. everything is being taken care of so stop worrying, would i really be japan’s number two hero if i didn’t plan out every last detail?”

you huff, signalling his defeat. he was right. his surveillance abilities were off the charts. if anyone knew where danger was happening the second it occurred, it would be hawks. just- does he have to be so smug about it? it feels like he’s rubbing salt in the wound of your defeat yesterday at the hero rankings.

“fine,” you give in with an ungracious eye roll. “let’s go to this hot pot reservation of yours since you’re so insistent about how diligent you are.” 

“oh, do you find that attractive?”

“how about you take me out before i regret it?”

“as you wish!”

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[doumadono]

(Sinful Sunday🙇‍♀️)

Okay first I want to say thank you for writing my last thoughts about Hawks giving him a bj and remote controlled toys. Those were both delicious goddamn~ 😩❤️

Also Hawks and his wings... his feathers. Thinking of him spreading them wide while trying to act more intimidating for both of your fun. Getting you of guard by using his feathers to pin you down.. whether on the wall or bed etc. Using his feathers to just tease you in different ways and making show if his wings to let out some steam together....

Aaa idk just idea of him using his wings different ways is fun and exciting 🙇‍♀️ I hope you have a good day! <3

SINFUL SUNDAY

The evening sun cast a warm glow through the windows as Hawks returned from the patrol, his wings stretching languidly behind him. A playful glint sparkled in his eyes as he caught your attention, a mischievous smile dancing on his lips. "Hey, babe," he purred, his wings unfurling with a deliberate grace. The feathers ruffled and shimmered, catching the light in a mesmerizing display. "How about a little fun instead of cleaning?"

In an instant, his wings spread wide, sending some of the feathers off, creating an impressive display of feathers that seemed to engulf the room. It was a sight that never failed to captivate you, a reminder of the extraordinary creature he was.

"Tiger…" You whispered, instinctively rubbing your thighs together as you stood in the middle of the living room, attempting to vacuum.

His eyes locked onto yours as he got up. Hawks approached with a confident swagger. As he drew near, some of his feathers gently brushed against your cheek, eliciting a shiver down your spine.

"Thought we could spice things up," he murmured, his voice a seductive whisper.

Without warning, some of his red feathers delicately wrapped around your wrists, pulling you backwards and pinning you to the nearest wall. It was a move that left you pleasantly surprised, his smirk widening at your reaction.

But Hawks wasn't done yet. His feathers, like skilled dancers, continued their teasing performance. Two of them trailed along your skin, leaving a tingling sensation in their wake.

He got closer and leaned in, his lips dangerously close to your ear. "You like that?"

The sensation of his feathers against your skin was both exhilarating and soothing, a unique blend that only he could provide.

"Keigo," you whispered where some of the feathers tugged on your shorts, easily pulling them down your legs, leaing you in your cotton panties while the two more of them slipped under your tank top, teasing your already erect buds.

"I've got more tricks up my sleeve," Hawks warned. Hawks pressed you firmly against the wall, his hand skillfully finding its way between your thighs and into your panties, delicately tracing small circles over your sensitive clit.

A whimper escaped your lips as one of his distinctive red feathers effortlessly sliced through the fabric of your tank top, causing it to cascade down to the ground, forming a pool at your ankles. "Keigo, I really liked this top!" you protested, but he responded with a mischievous glint in his eyes.

Hawks engaged in a passionate kiss, delving deeply as his fervent tongue explored the contours of your mouth, emitting a soft hum of appreciation for your unique flavor. Eager and impatient, his hands skillfully tugged at the fabric of your panties, sliding them down your legs. Simultaneously, as he resumed the fervent make-out session, the gentle caress of his feathers traced over the sensitive regions of your slit and clitoris. The exquisite sensation prompted an involuntary response, causing your hips to instinctively buck in an attempt to fully embrace and reciprocate the delightful touches bestowed upon you as you moaned into Hawks' mouth.

Hawks deftly undid his fly and belt, revealing his aroused state as he freed his dick. Already adorned with glistening precum, he took a moment to give himself a few purposeful pumps. With deliberate intent, he aligned his engorged tip with your entrance, gradually pressing forward. A symphony of moans escaped his lips. "Holy shit, dove, you're so goddamn tight." His feathers persisted in their tantalizing motions, caressing your aroused clitoris and nipples, eliciting unabashed moans from you that echoed in the air.

Keigo effortlessly lifted you up, enveloping your legs around his hips, and plunged his cock deeply into your velvety core. His voice was nothing but a sultry whisper. "Do you like this, dove, hmm? Does the way I'm taking you ignite your filthy desires?"

You breathed out a breathy "yes," accompanied by a gasp, tilting your head backward to expose the vulnerable expanse of your neck to Keigo.

Without hesitation, Takami sealed his lips against the sensitive column of your neck, his tongue tracing the line of your pulse point. Simultaneously, his hips moved with a purpose, snapping into yours, the tip of his cock tenderly caressing the intimate depth of your cervix. "Yeah, babybird, sing a song for me," he encouraged.

He elevated his tempo, the rhythmic slapping of his balls against the curve of your ass synchronized with each forceful thrust of his. The pulsating intensity of his member within you signaled the impending release, a prelude to the culmination of pleasure. His wings expanded behind him, their feathery expanse amplifying the sensory experience. As he fervently fucked your pussy, the feathers intensified their caress, grazing over your clitoris and nipples, with one audaciously slipping down to delicately stroke the sensitive area around your asshole, adding an electrifying dimension to the passionate encounter that left you breathless.

"K-Keigo, oh God, I'm cummin'!" A low whine escaped your lips, and before you could exert control over your body's reactions, the knot coiling in your stomach abruptly unraveled. Your luscious, viscous juices enveloped his member, drenching him completely; simultaneously, an unexpected surge of pleasure caused you to squirt, unaccustomed to the intense stimulation his feathers delivered. Flustered, cheeks tinged with a rosy hue, you reluctantly lifted your gaze to meet his. "Keigo… I'm sorry…"

After emitting a deep, guttural grunt, Keigo reached the peak within the confines of your intimacy - his runny cum erupted in your pussy. A fusion of his cum and your own juices trickled out of you, even though you were still stuffed with his dick. With a hint of satisfaction, he responded, "Well, well, I didn't know you harbored such a lascivious side, my little dove, squirting just for me. Delicious."

Concern crept into your voice as you whispered, "Aren't you mad?"

He leisurely withdrew his dick, the amalgam of your releases tracing a sinuous path down your thighs, while the feathers that had earlier ventured to caress you returned to their places on his wings. "No, my sweet bird," he murmured, "In fact, I hope you'll treat me to a full-fledged spectacle of your squirting prowess later this evening. I'm far from finished with you."

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[psychostxr]

PUPPET ── Chapter One

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CHAPTER ONE. tragedies

WARNINGS. angst, cursing

WORD COUNT. 1.1k

SYNOPSIS. a villain being in love with a hero always ends in heartbreak

"Dammit!" (y/n) hisses, tears pricking her eyes.

She sits on the toilet seat in her bathroom, her heart beating against her chest. Her hand trembles as she holds the pregnancy test, staring at the two pink lines. It's positive.

The test falls to the tiled floor. The pink lines taunt (y/n), confirming her worst fears. It feels like the walls are closing in on her as she struggles to catch her breath. Her tears finally fall down her cheeks.

Her upbringing was far from ordinary. Being born into a family of villains, (y/n) was trained to follow in her parent's footsteps and expected to revel in the destruction of hero society. She's never known the warmth and stability of a happy family. The idea of love and nurturing feels foreign.

How could she possibly handle the responsibility of raising a child? She can barely look after herself. Her mind races with thoughts, doubts, and fears, threatening to engulf her in a tidal wave of uncertainty.

Taking deep breaths, (y/n) attempts to calm herself. She closes her eyes and presses a hand to her stomach. She couldn't deny the truth of carrying another living being within her. But another presence invades her thoughts, Keigo.

"Shit," she whispers, eyes opening. "How am I tell gonna tell him?"

Keigo is a Pro Hero, a god the civilians of Japan praise. And (y/n)'s a former villain, a convict still wanted by Japan.

How would the public react to their relationship? What would happen now that she's carrying the child of the Number 3 Pro Hero? Does Keigo even want to be a father?

(y/n) shakes her head, shooing away those thoughts. 

"It's okay. You're going to be okay," (y/n) says, trying to reassure herself. "I've dealt with worse and got through it. This will be easy." She pauses. "Hopefully."

Gathering her strength, (y/n) picks up the pregnancy test and throws it in the bin beside the toilet. She walks to the sink to wash her hands and clean her face.

The water cools down her face, but when (y/n) sees her reflection in the mirror, she sees how unattractive she looks. Her eyes are puffy, her face red, and her nose scrunches to stop the snot from running.

She looks far from happy at that moment. She knows that. But all she can do is put up a front and pretend she is. So she smiles and hopes for the best when Keigo arrives later after patrol.

But fate has other plans.

As (y/n) opens her refrigerator to grab a bottle of water, a knock at the balcony sliding door interrupts her. She stares at the glass door, her heart skipping and her grip on the plastic bottle tightening when her eyes lock with Keigo's golden ones.

She smiles. "Fuck me."

(y/n) moves to unlock the sliding door, inviting the winged hero inside before closing it again. Keigo stands in the middle of the lounge, unusual from the routine (y/n) was used to. Normally, he would hug and kiss her by now, but today is different. Her senses are telling her something is wrong.

"Not that I don't love your company," she starts nervously, "You're usually only over once the sun is down. So what's the occasion?"

Keigo's gaze avoids (y/n)'s, allowing his eyes to roam around the apartment that's felt like home for the last couple of months. (y/n) can feel the tension in the air. But before she can ask another question, Keigo utters the words she fears.

"(y/n), we need to talk."

(y/n) breathes through her nose, her heart sinking as she sits on the couch. She crosses her arms, hoping it will somehow protect her from hearing what Keigo needs to say. Keigo turns to look at her, and (y/n) searches Keigo's eye for answers, but all she finds is emptiness.

"I- We can't do this anymore, (y/n)," Keigo says, his voice tired. "We're just not meant to be."

(y/n) inhales sharply through her teeth. The room seems to spin, and the world blurs around her. How could Keigo leave her? Now, of all times to do so?

Tears well up in (y/n)'s eyes, but she fights to hold them back. She turns her head, not wanting Keigo to see her like this. She won't let him see her weakness, her vulnerability.

She shakily sighs. "I should've known this was coming."

Her elbow moves to sit on the couch's arm, and her hand covers her mouth as she shakes her head. She closes her eyes momentarily before opening them and uncovers her mouth.

"I should've known that a hero couldn't love a villain." Her voice trembles as she continues. "I'm so stupid to think I could live a normal life and be happy. But villains don't get happily ever afters." She turns to face Keigo. "Only tragedies."

"(y/n), it's not like that."

"Really?" She scoffs. "Then please, explain to me what other reason you would have to want to break up with me?"

Anger and hurt swell within (y/n). How could he leave her after everything they've been through together? Did the promises he made years ago mean nothing to him?

Keigo hesitates, his gaze falling to the floor. "I've found someone else."

"Bullshit!" (y/n) exclaims, standing up to point an accusing finger at the blond. "If you're going to lie to me, at least make sure it's believable. It took me months to get you to break down your walls and even learn your first name!" she argues, "I highly doubt you found a bitch that made you crack that quickly."

The silence between them is deafening, but (y/n)'s ragged breaths and rapid heartbeat cut the stillness.

"If you have nothing else to say, just leave," she says.

Keigo turns to open the glass door, oblivious to (y/n)'s secret. She wants to tell him the truth, to make him understand the gravity of their situation, but she won't beg him to stay if he won't willingly.

"But I hope you know you're making the biggest mistake of your life." Her words cause Keigo to stop in his tracks. "And you're going to regret it in the future."

Keigo glances at her. "I know."

(y/n) nods. "Just making sure."

Keigo's red wings outstretch as he stands on the balcony. They beat against the air, and he takes off, soaring through the sky.

(y/n) quickly locks the door and pulls the curtain closed before she crumbles to the floor, clutching her knees to her body and letting the tears flow freely.

"I'm sorry," she whispers, "I'm sorry."

(y/n)'s alone, facing a future with the weight of motherhood on her young shoulders. She knows she has to find the strength to face this situation as usual, but for now, all she can do is grieve the loss of Keigo and her broken heart.

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[dearmayaki]

encouragement

( pair; keigo takami x introvert!worker!reader / golden retriever & black cat )

( short summary - you're a very quiet one, it piques his interest but he can't seem to find a way to be your friend )

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Imagine being ranked as Japan's number two hero. Fans, left and right, paparazzi everywhere, everyone wanting to be your friend. Of course, it's a wealthy life as well. Keigo knows his way around - he's fast, charming and observant.

Which is why you had caught his eye.

He recently hired you and you worked in his agency for about a week, normally you'd be friends and chill with him by now - but you were still in your own bubble. Hawks could mind his business, but what's a bit of fun going to do? He's friends with everyone in his line of work so why not?

"Hey (L/n)!" He cheers approaching your figure, your station in the corner away from everyone else. "Hm?" You hum in acknowledgement turning to look up at the boss.

"Wanna go out with a few peers of mine? We could go during lunch break!" He took the empty office chair beside yours and plopped onto it, childishly spinning around for a moment.

You stare at him, deciding. He knows that look of yours, he may act foolish but his eyes are as clear as a hawk; you'd turn him down unless he does something about it.

"May I know the purpose of this outing..?" You finally spoke, in which Hawks responds with an enthusiastic thumbs up. "You know how important bonding with my co-workers is! Come on (L/n) it's been a week you're always working!" He whines a little spinning on the office chair.

"Bonding..?" He chuckles to himself when you tilted your head.

"Yes! You can invite your friends too ya know? The more the merrier!"

He says so hopefully, no offense though he knew you would decline. He doesn't know why, but he's determined to know about his workers' lives. Yes, every single one of them.

"I'm afraid I'll have to decline Sir, if the purpose of this outing is fun and bonding, I'd rather not-"

"Pretty please?" He pushes, hoping you'd accept his offer. You sighed seeing he puckered his lips. "Okay." He internally cheers with joy in response to your answer.

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"(L/n)? You actually came!" One of your co-workers bounces up and down happily on discovery of your arrival. Shes a clingy one, she ran over and hugged your side relieved by your presence.

"Sir Hawks persisted, he said it was important so I came." She only sighed, "Oh you silly fellow... Always professional and serious.. loosen up will you?" She nudges your shoulder playfully.

"I'll try." Everyone who came for the hangout sweat dropped. Thankfully and finally, Hawks arrives.

"Greetings my sweets!" The vermillion winged man carries a few bags, same with a few of his feathers. "I've bought some gifts for my favorite minions!" They all gasp with joy, ripping the stapled bags open and seeing all of their likes, favorites and other things that went along with their hobbies.

You didn't open yours immediately, not wanting to. But out of respect, you decided to do so.

"I'm sorry (L/n).. I didn't know what to get you.." he says, worriedly watching you look inside the gift bag and pull out a simple purse.

Surprisingly, it was your style and color palette, it even matched the outfit you wore right now.

"Thank you, it's beautiful." You flashed him a small smile, bending a bit to give a small bow to which he quickly stops you with his feathers. "Oh you doof! Stop being so formal you're making me embarrassed!" He playfully jokes to which the others snicker.

"Guys come on I'm hungry!" One of your co-workers whine, looping an arm around your shoulder and the other girl's. She laughs; "Calm your appetite! We don't want you eating our clothes!"

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This whole time, he was watching you.

He was observing how you'd react, how you'd respond and how you would compose yourself. Yes, he is studying you. Hawks rested his cheek on his hand, staring at you with a calm expression on his face.

The hangout was indeed a success, he learnt something small- or maybe major about you.

You like being praised, appreciated and shown affection to.

No- you don't like it- from how the corner of your lips reacted it seemed as if you love it.

Hawks noticed this when you were taken aback by their sudden display of appreciation. They were thanking you for your hard work, being a helpful hand even though you were new.

And one more important thing, you lean to their touch. Like a magnet.

He thinks to himself, you're touch starved - was the first conclusion in his mind. But he has to confirm that suspicion first before jumping into anymore conclusions.

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In the next day, you both stayed in late at the agency, working on a report. He definitely did not purposely wait to finish this one and act clueless so he decided to call for your help. "I'm sorry if I'm bothering you." Hawks whispers, hugging a random pillow he grabbed from the couch.

"No worries, I'm happy to help." His eyes narrow, a small smile crept on his face. 'So diligent.' ; a comforting silence engulfs the large office, just the sound of fingers tapping away on the keyboard along with the scratch of a pen's ink on a paper.

He decides to be bold - breaking the silence.

"If I'm being honest, I want to know you better." Hawks says, but you don't pause your work to look at him. You only glanced at him for a moment, "Elaborate?" His eyes narrowed -

"Not gonna lie, I always have the need to know about my workers' lives. How they act, their personalities, likes and dislikes.." he trails off his gaze landing unto the ceiling. "I can't seem to know what you like, other than being a perfectionist it seems." He jokes.

"I'm sorry, I just want to be a good worker." You set the laptop aside on the couch and turn to look at him, "But for your sake, I want you to stop. I don't want you to waste your time on me, I'm very boring." You bluntly state, your fingers playing with the purse he had gifted you.

"I don't believe you." He suddenly says, giving you a thumbs down. "Everyone is different - like their fingerprints, there's always something unique."

You fall silent.

"I don't know you as much- but I feel like you're yearning for something.." he vocalises his 'small' suspicion, squinting his eyes and pouting his lips a little, a finger on his chin.

"I'm not sure I know what you're talking about."

"You're an introvert okay- but somethings up. Just now with that little edgy quote of yours? I think there's something wrong." You only tilt your head out of confusion.

"It feels weird to hear the word boring when describing someone!" He ruffled his own hair.

"No offense Sir, you won't really notice when you're one of the beings on top of the world." You had him speechless for a moment, and finally it kicked in;

"Boss! I'm so sorry! I got carried awa-" he suddenly cuts you off - with a roaring laughter.

"Pfft! I didn't expect that from you!" He roughly nudged your side with his shoulder playfully with a cheeky smile. "But if we're being serious- I'm pretty sure no one here thinks you're boring when you're literally carrying the agency on your back?" He says with sass.

"I'm-" "-only doing my job. Right?" He giggles when the corner of your lips twitched. This time, it was just comfortable silence, you and him. He couldn't help but stare at you, taking in the way the moonlight emphasizes your features.

"I like to talk."

Hawks halted in his tracks, raising an eyebrow; "What? You wanted to know about me." He blinked, "Sorry- I just didn't expect that.." he awkwardly says.

"I just didn't have the right friends. That's all I'll give you." You finish, picking up your things on the coffee table and shoving them in your work bag, handling it roughly but when it came to the purse-

He observed the way you handle it with tender care, as if it was a glass ornament, wearing it carefully but swiftly.

"I will be taking my leave, I've already completed the report." You bow lightly before stepping out the door, not looking back.

Now it was just Hawks; and Keigo Takami. You're a puzzle, but he was a mystery. With A sharp intellect like his, he can break you down easily.

You didn't seem to be boring, his intuition is sharp, accurate and clear. You might have not had the support you needed all those years ago- when you were young. But he's ready to make you open up, and maybe even teach you how to love again, to let someone into your heart again.

( : : imma be real with y'all I kinda do not like this one )

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[bby-blu-swirll]

hairdressing | hawks x reader

little short where a long term customer recommends her stylist (you) to a coworker of hers <3

(HELP IDK WHERE THIS CAME FROM LOL)

soft rock filled the small space as you swept across the salon floor, making a small pile of your last client's blue hair. you smiled to nobody in particular, taking a deep breath. you really did love your job. it was an art to you, and every person who passed under your hands for a cut or dye felt like a small masterpiece.

you worked out of a small salon in downtown kyushu, on the cutest street corner across from a bakery. it had three stylist chairs in their respective stations, each decorated to their owners' liking. yours had small (f/c) prints along the wall, little butterflies scattered around, and your mirror was lined with some miscellaneous polaroids and string lights. at first they were just for the vibes, but you quickly noticed the majority of your clients finding a significant amount of joy in taking their instagram photos with it.

the other stations had been filled with personality of their own, belonging to your salon co-owners, two lovely people you became quick friends with in cosmetology school. however, one had clocked out for the day hours earlier and the other had no appointments, so the shop was yours to enjoy while you waited out the clock. of the three of you, you were the only one who didn't leave after the last client. you hardly made appointments before 10 am, so if you had some extra time before 6 pm, you would tidy the salon and see if you got any walk ins. if not, you closed at your 8 hour mark. every once in a while though, someone would wander in asking for a quick cut and you were always more than happy to comply.

so now was one of those evenings. your last client, coming in for a fresh trim, had walked out at 5:20. and here you were, just humming along with the music and bobbing your head.

a soft buzzing from the counter tore your attention away from the pile of blue hair you were sweeping and brought it to your phone, with an incoming call. you smiled softly at the icon, a picture of you and rumi from the last time you two had been able to go out together. at this point, it must have been months ago. she was always so busy with hero work now, which you completely understood, it just made you miss the days before she was number 5.

you had gone to the same middle school and stayed connected since. of course she went to a high school to get her hero license, (before you, too, since you met in her last year, and your first) but you wouldn't let that stop you from seeing her on weekends, or stop her from forcing you to help with the classes she didn't understand. in exchange, she let you practice on her hair to help your chances of getting into a better cosmetology school. hell, she even let you dye it once or twice. ever since, you were the only person who's cut her hair, ever.

you put the phone to your ear with a smile. "heyy, hunny bun! what's goin on?"

you heard her playfully scoff through the phone, as if you haven't been calling her that since you were 15.

"hey babes, just had a question for ya." her cheerful tone was unwavering as usual, you could practically hear her confident smile through the phone.

"mkay, shoot."

"are you with a client right now?"

you tucked your phone under your ear with your shoulder, picking up your broom and starting to sweep the pile towards the automatic vacuum in the corner. "mmm, no, my last one left just a few minutes ago, actually." you heard her say something you didn't quite catch, like she was talking to someone she was with. "why? what's up?"

"do you still take walk-ins until 6??" her tone was more eager now. you smiled a bit, wondering what for.

"yyeeaaahh?"

"oooo! okay perfect, then i have someone who desperately needs your help." you could hear annoyed and offended protests come from her line and you couldn't help but stifle a laugh. "oh shut up, you've let it grow too long and you know it! stop acting like a stubborn child." she chuckled slightly before turning her attention back to you. "think you've got time for a quick trim for my friend?"

with a small smile, you turned to the clock on the wall. "yeah, plenty actually. how far away are you guys? should i put up the closed sign in the window in case someone else comes in?"

"nah, don't worry about that. we just got off patrol like four blocks from you. should be five minutes, tops."

you stopped your sweeping and froze, just a bit. "patrol? you mean i'm doing one of your pro hero friends' hair?"

"well you've been doing mine since we were 13, i figured it wouldn't be a big deal." she sounded so casual, which was in character for her, yet still astonishing to you, considering the circumstances.

"i mean yeah, but i know how to do your iconic haircut because i've been doing it for, i don't know, almost 10 years?? not to brag, but i'm probably the only one who can do it just the way you like. but if you bring me some big shot hero and i screw up his 'do, then it's all my fault." you chuckled slightly.

"ahh, don't sweat it y/n. i know you'll do a great job. besides, it's not like i'm bringing you chris hemsworth or something, it's just someone i work with every once in a while. feel free to screw up his 'do as much as you like." her end of the call was suddenly filled with miscellaneous protests and insistent "NO, DON'T DO THAT-"'s, followed by her cackling furiously.

you couldn't help but laugh yourself. "alright, well i'm gonna finish cleaning up from my last appointment. i'll see you in a few, yeah?"

"alright see you then babes."

"buh-bye hunny bun." you hung up, smiling softly, a bit excited for whatever was coming your way.

when the golden bell above your door rang just a few minutes earlier, you were reorganizing your hair colors. as soon as you turned around, you smiled and threw yourself at rumi in a big hug, laughing as she scooped you up and spun you around. it's a habit she'd picked up way back when she first started heavy lifting.

she squealed as she squeezed you, finally setting you down. "agh, i feel like it's been so long since i've seen you!"

you chuckled slightly, rubbing the back of your neck. "yeah, it's almost like that's because it has."

your smile changed into a curious look as you remembered why she was here, looking behind her at the eye-catching scarlet pair of wings on her friend. realization dawned upon you as your eyes met his, golden and piercing, even through his tinted glasses. you huffed a laugh and smirked, cocking your head to the side. he held out a gloved hand for a shake before stopping.

"oh-" he chuckled and bit the middle finger, pulling out his hand and offering it again, flesh and bone this time, for a friendly shake. "hey, i'm-"

"hawks. i'm familiar." you smiled and laughed softly. "call me y/n."

"pleasure to meet you, y/n." the way your name rolled off his tongue made you hesitate for just a moment, biting the inside of your cheek in thought.

"likewise... hey rumi?"

"mhmm?"

"remember when you called me earlier?"

she smiled playfully. "yeah, i think so."

"yeah, and you said, 'iT's nOt LiKe i'M bRiNgiNg ChRiS hEmSwOrTh'?"

"mhm mhm i think i remember that."

"so.. wanna tell me what the number two hero is doing in my salon, oh my God?"

she laughed loudly and patted you on the back. "y/n don't worry, i promise you have nothing to stress about. now i'm gonna pop into the bakey across the street and see if i can get anything before they close, why don't you go ahead and get started?" without waiting for an answer, she was already back in your doorway. "screw him up, yeah?" she winked playfully before closing the door and making her way to the crosswalk outside.

a moment of silence passed as you watched her make her way across the street before hawks spoke up.

"sooo.... please don't screw me up, too badly."

you laughed as you prepped the rinse station for him. "oh no don't worry, you're in perfectly adequate hands."

he let out an amused hum. "i don't know, adequate has to be an understatement, if you're the one doing rumi's hair. she told me you were the one who did her hair and makeup for that magazine she was in a few months back, said you style her for every event too." he shrugged off his jacket and slipped off his glasses, dropping them in one of your lounge chairs.

his easy going tone and relaxed smile had already made you feel more at ease. "yeah... well i mean, i guess i just know her, what looks good and what she likes, you know? we go pretty far back." you chuckled, motioning for him to come take a seat.

"well whatever you end up doing to me, i'm sure it'll look great." his relaxed, almost cocky smirk rested on his face comfortably. though you thought you saw it falter for just a moment when you pressed a hand to his chest to guide him back, neck resting on the edge of the bowl, head leaning into the sink.

"well let's hope so..." you smiled softly as you lowered your voice just a bit. "let me know if the water's too hot..."

he hummed as the warm water poured over his scalp, visibly relaxing. as easy going as he always seemed, it must have been exhausting to always be on guard, looking for trouble. "mm... 's perfect."

you bit the inside of your cheek again, smiling still. he exhaled softly as you massaged the shampoo into his scalp, looking like he was sinking into the chair even more.

"hawks..?"

he opened one eye, looking up at you. "hm?"

"you okay?"

"oh, yeah... sorry," he chuckles faintly. "just, feels good... sorry if that's weird."

"oh! no, ha, not at all."

as you go along with the rest of the wash, conditioning and rinsing, you couldn't help but wonder if he ever got attention like this. as far as the media could tell, he didn't have many personal relationships, and he reacted so easily to your touch, it was like he hadn't relaxed, had personal attention like this in a while.

you moved him to the chair without many words. as you comb through his hair, you look up for just a moment and catch his eyes on yours in the mirror. you continued what you were doing, holding his gaze.

"...what?"

his smile returned with an amused exhale. "nothing, just watching you work."

you returned the expression before turning your attention back to his hair. "okay.. so rumi said you needed a trim, how much exactly am i lopping off?"

"ah, probably an inch, hardly more. it's been getting in my eyes when i'm fighting, which is like skating on thin ice, so..."

you nodded, picking up your sheers. "okay, i get you."

"i usually get it cut every few weeks to keep it manageable, but the guy who was doing that before quit on me."

you tilted your head curiously as you began trimming around his neck. "really? why's that?"

"ah, i ended up having to see him pretty often, guess he kinda got fed up." he laughed lightly.

"every few weeks is already pretty often, why would you need to see him more often than that?"

"i solve issues before they can happen. but i also assist other heroes pretty often, walking into battles that have already started. and sometimes my own situations can still get out of hand. if i get banged up, chances are so does my hair. it's been burnt, ripped out, shaved around head injuries, pretty much anything you can think of."

as he talked, you pulled strands of hair to snip. every once in a while, you would notice small-ish scars buried under his overlapping layers.

"yeah, i think i see what you mean..." you gently run your fingers over one of them, watching carefully as his eyebrows quirk up slightly.

"yeah... anyway, guess the old stylist got tired of fixing me, and ended up quitting a few weeks ago. of course, i'm basically the commission's 'golden boy'," you didn't even have to look up to know his eyes were rolling. "so i guess he was the best in the area. that's why they're looking for someone new now, and why i've been looking just a bit overgrown." he chuckled lightly.

his eyes followed as you picked out your sheers and comb, making your way in front of him. his classic smirk stayed on his face as you leaned in closer.

your voice was low as you bent over just slightly, raising his chair. "sorry, just need to do your front parts quickly..."

"no worries..."

"so... if your image is such an important part of the job, why'd they higherups trust you to someone like me?" you smiled faintly. his eyes fluttered closed as you began to trim the hair falling around them.

"actually, that was mirko's idea. she speaks pretty highly of you, ya know. besides, she thought maybe, if you did a good job, she could convince the commission to hire you to take care of me." he winked playfully. though it was perfectly in line with his personality and was likely a regular habit for him, it still made your stomach drop for a moment. "if you're interested that is. she thought you might be. no pressure, of course."

you moved back behind him as you felt your cheeks heat up, putting down your tools before facing away. "uh huh..."

"wooow, i can see why she's got so much faith in you." his smile was obvious in his voice. when you turned back to face the mirror, you saw him admiring his reflection, hair still slightly damp and falling into his eyes. "i look sexy~"

you laughed and put your hands on his shoulders. "yeah yeah, i haven't even styled it yet."

he chuckled softly turning his head from side to side with a sly grin. "i'm not even sure you need to, sweetheart. you do know best, though."

it was hard to miss the flirty tone in his voice, and harder to ignore now that he was throwing in nicknames, but you were sure it was just his personality. he was a reputation charmer, after all. his ever-lingering smile made you grip your hairdryer just a bit tighter every time you caught his gaze on yours in the mirror.

as you were adjusting his fluffy hair, you noticed the texture was slightly lacking. "hey, your hair is kinda dry..."

he quirked up an eyebrow. "really? that's weird, i take great care of my hair."

"i mean it's not too strange, high winds will definitely do that." you looked around your shelf for a moment before picking up a few products. "i can fix it though."

he watched curiously as you pumped some leave-in conditioner into your palm, rubbing your hands together. as your fingers found their way into his hair, you first saw him relax before you felt him slightly lean into your touch. he sighed contently as you took your time massaging the product into his scalp, not wanting to interrupt how relaxed he looked.

"okay..." you spoke softly, voice low. "you're all done."

you smiled and unbuttoned the cape, watching as his smile grew. "honestly? bang up job, princess. i see why you get such glowing reviews."

you laughed lightly and shrugged. "thank you, but it's really not a big deal." you turned your attention to the shelf of product again. "oh, before i forget-" you picked up a small pink tub and handed it to him. "just use this in place of your conditioner and leave it for like 5 minutes, whenever you shower. should help with the dryness a ton."

he picked up his coat and took the container from you, his fingers lingering on top of yours for just a moment. "thanks... i owe you one." he winked again, and again you felt your stomach drop.

in a matter of perfect timing, rumi finally pushed open the door of your salon again, three little bags and a coffee in hand. "hey, sorry i took so long! i ended up getting something for both of you though!"

she handed you a small bag with your favorite pastry inside, still warm. you thanked her with a warm smile, turning to hawks, who looked less amused.

"poppy seed muffin?" he scoffed, his playful smirk returning. "you're hilarious."

"ahh, i know i am." rumi laughed lightly and threw her arm around you, still looking at hawks. "nice cut, by the way. told you she could restore your sight." the three of you shared a laugh as she took a swig of her coffee. "anyway, why don't you get out of here? i'll walk y/n home and catch you later, yeah?"

he nodded. "sounds good. hey, y/n, what do i owe you for the fresh cut?"

"oh, don't worry about it. it was just a trim and last month you totally saved my block from getting blown sky high, so we'll call it even." you smiled softly as he pulled out his phone.

"aww c'mon, at lease let me tip you."

you rolled your eyes playfully, deciding to not fight him. "i have a venmo qr code on my mirror if you really feel so inclined, but really, don't worry about it."

he sauntered over to your mirror and scanned it, tapping on his phone as he made his way to your door. "thanks again! i'll get your number from rumi so i can call you up next time i need your help." his flashed his pearly whites one last time as he closed the door behind him.

you turned back to rumi, who had begun to tell you all about everything that's happened since you last sat down together, when a knock sounded from your front window. you looked out to see hawks motioning to his phone and winking one last time before he finally took off.

you smiled and knit your brows in playful confusion until you felt your phone buzz. it was a venmo from hawks, with nothing but a small heart as the note. rumi almost spit out her coffee when she saw it, and your jaw was already on the floor.

this man had just tipped you $200.

***

as it turns out, the next time hawks would "need your help" was sooner rather than later. it was hardly 5 days later when you were walking from the coffee shop across the street to your own salon when your phone rang with an unknown number. you picked it up, expecting one of your clients maybe calling to reschedule or cancel. instead, you were met with the whistling of wind and a familiar smooth talking voice.

"heyyy y/n! it's hawks, i went ahead and got your number from rumi."

"oh-" you almost stopped in the middle of the crosswalk due to your surprise. "hey, what's up? did something come up?"

"nothing bad, no. are you at work yet?"

you smirked as you pulled out the keys from your pocket, trying to find the right one as you got to your door. "just arrived, actually. why?" no response. "hawks?"

as you slipped the key into the slot, you looked down at your phone and saw the call had disconnected. "okay.."

when a sudden rush of scarlet filled your vision, you yelped and almost dropped your coffee. hawks had practically fallen from the sky and landed right next to you, standing close, his cocky grin unwavering.

"oh my God, you scared the hell out of me!" you clutched your chest, laughing and waiting for your soul to come back to your body at the same time.

he chuckled and pulled something from under his coat. "sorry 'bout that sweetheart... would these make up for it?"

he held out a small bouquet of flowers in your favorite color.

"wh- what? why..."

"when you did my hair, i noticed the ones you had on your front counter were dying. i saw these on my way in this morning and they reminded me of you and your shop, thought they would look nice in the place." he smiled as you took them gingerly. "consider it a thank you!"

you opened the salon door with an exasperated smile, feeling it grow wider when he followed you in. "well they're beautiful and i appreciate them, but believe me, the VERY generous tip was more than enough."

you put the flowers in the now empty vase, adjusting them when he got close behind you. your eyes widened as his hand found your lower back, pressing slightly, his breath close to your neck.

"c'mon princess, just let me express my gratitude~"

you didn't realize you were holding your breath until he stepped back and you suddenly let it go. when you turned to face him again, his playful fun smile was back and he looked so casual, you almost wondered if you had imagined whatever the hell that just was.

"anyway, i've gotta be in soon, and i imagine you've gotta get your shop opened up, yeah?"

"ah...yeah.."

"then i'll catch you later. have a good one!" he left with a signature wink before taking off.

whatever that morning was, became a regular thing. every few days he would drop by for a visit for whatever reason- replacing your flowers, bringing you a pastry in the morning, offering to walk you home after work, even though you only lived a half a dozen blocks away.

and with every little reason to see you, came some "harmless" flirting that made your stomach do somersaults.

finally after almost three weeks he had actually come to you for the smallest clean up. while you lightly snipped his ends, he asked if you had considered the position of being his personal groomer. you told him you wanted to think about it more and he told you not to worry about it, but he did have a favor to ask.

in a few days time, he needed to be at an important event. just a hero dinner of sorts, it was meant to be all over the media though, so he needed to dress to impress. after seeing your work with rumi, the commission approved of you making hawks camera ready (upon his request, of course). it just standard hair and makeup, but it was an important job nonetheless.

against the better judgement you'd gained over the last few weeks of dealing with him, you agreed swiftly.

so here you were, outside his door with your cosmetology bag, ready to make up him and rumi.

rumi would take longer for both hair and makeup, so you decided to start with hawks. so she would be coming over later, which left just you. and him. alone. in his penthouse apartment. what could possibly go wrong.

aside front that he answered the door shirtless in sweatpants, nothing. so far.

he stood with one hand on the doorframe, the other on the door itself, towering over you with a sly grin. you had to force your eyes to stay on his face instead of wandering down to his incredibly cut core. you felt your stomach flood with butterflies as the softest flush covered your face, and he didn't take long to notice.

"you've got some good eye contact, sweetheart, i'll give you that."

his smile relaxed a bit as he stepped out of your way, opening the doorway of his apartment to you. you stepped in without mentioning any of whatever the hell just happened, biting the inside of your cheek with a soft smile.

you held up your bag, looking around. "where should i..?"

"ah," he began to move towards his living area, just a couple couches with a chair gathered around a coffee table. he plopped himself down on the soft rug of all places, in front of the table. "figured this might be a good place since, you know, you've got plenty of natural light to work with."

he was right, the entire wall across from his front door was basically made entirely of glass. it left a beautiful view of kyushu outside, with a terrace you imagined would be perfect to watch the sunrise from.

you smiled as you sat across from him, both of you cross-legged. "yeah, it's perfect actually..."

"perfect..." he mumbled to himself. his gaze lingered on you as you pulled out your makeup bag.

"so." you turned to him and scooted a bit closer, reaching a hand towards his face. "do you mind if i..." you hesitated, halting your hand just before your fingers grazed his skin.

he gulped and nodded, confident smirk faded as his pulse picked up. you lightly cradled his jaw and carefully turned his head from side to side.

"well you've got great skin... smooth, not oily, i doubt i'll have to do any base..." your voice was low as you spoke, talking more to yourself than him. he just hardly nodded as you inspected him closely. "i'll give you some highlight and contour though, just for the camera... your eyelashes are stunning..."

he cracked a small smile. "thanks.."

you returned the look and met his eyes. "you're welcome..."

time seemed to still between you for a moment. his eyes flicked to your lips for the shortest instant, you almost missed it. he inhaled deeply before clearing his throat and looking to the side. you sucked in a quick breath as you turned your attention back to your makeup bag, digging out a brush and a couple of small product bottles. you handed him a headband, still not looking at him.

"ah, so..." you took a deep breath before finally facing him. "here, i'll just go in with a thin base just in case. flash photography isn't the most flattering lighting,"

he chuckled softly, deep in his chest, and your heart skipped a beat.

the next few minutes went by with minimal conversation, mostly just you letting him know what you were doing now, and him nodding along or making small sounds of approval. silence otherwise filled the room as you tried to focus on your work, though his eyes constantly wandering over all of you made it slightly difficult.

when you finally made it to his classic eyeliner, you accidentally let your gaze wander to his lips. you pushed aside all your thoughts and impulses and channeled your inner makeup artist.

"hey hawks..."

he opened his eyes as you moved the eyeliner pen away. "hmm?"

"your lips are kinda pale, would it be okay if i put a little stain on them?"

"oh," he bit his lip and furrowed his brow. "yeah for sure, i'm probably a bit dehydrated." his smirk was back, resting on his lips comfortably.

"yeah.." you took another deep breath, trying to keep your face from getting too pink. "the lipstick i've got now should actually work fine, its somewhere in my purse..." you picked up your highlight stick and put your fingers under his chin to turn his head to the side. "i'll get it in a second..."

he hums softly in response. you carefully applied the highlights to all the right places, emphasizing his cheekbones and the tip of his already curved nose. you heard his breath falter, just slightly, when you cupped his face in your hand, using your thumb to blend it out on his cheek. to your surprise, he closed his eyes and leaning into your touch. it was your turn to have trouble breathing, even more so when he placed his hand over your own and looked at you with a piercing gaze. you stopped what you had been doing all together, frozen as he turned his head. he pressed a small kiss to your wrist, then another, his lips lingering for just a second longer this time.

at this point your heart was in your throat trying to process what was happening. when he turned his gaze back to you, everything stopped. his friendly smile was gone, replaced with a fierce look, demanding and intense. neither of you moved for a moment, just stared. your stomach jumped as his eyes moved to take a long look at your lips. the second his gaze met yours again, he pulled on your wrist, practically yanking you into his lap. his hands moved quickly, one pressing against your lower back (a touch you'd actually grown used to form him) and the other cradling the base of your neck.

you could feel his breath on your lips. all you had to do was tilt your chin and you would feel them against yours. his hand on your neck moved up into your hair, looking at you through half lidded eyes.

"can i kiss you?" he practically breathed out his words, softer than a whisper.

you took a deep inhale and closed your eyes. "yes."

you'd hardly gotten the word out before he pressed his lips against yours forcefully, hungrily. his kiss was demanding, like he had been waiting for the longest time to finally get this from you. you tangled your hands in his hair, smirking just a bit. it was soft.

he finally pulled away, keeping close to you. both your faces were flushed deeply, and yours only got worse when you remembered he wasn't wearing a top.

"y/n..." the way your name rolled off his tongue made you shiver. or maybe it was his hand on your back, creeping beneath your shirt.

"hawks-"

"kiego."

your eyes widened as he pressed his lips to your jaw, feathering kisses all the way down towards your neck.

"you... i want you call me kiego."

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lil extra &lt;3

rumi showed up just after you had finally started on kiego's hair. as expected, her makeover ended up taking significantly longer, but the three of you didn't mind. by the time you finished curling her gorgeous (but VERY long) hair, it was time for them to go. they both looked spectacular in their dresswear, and you had to struggle to keep your composure helping kiego with his tie. his sly little grin never left his face as you messed with the fabric, trying to remember how, instead of thinking about his lips.

when you had packed up all your stuff and started to get ready to leave, kiego stopped you.

"its already dark out! why don't you just kick back and stay here for a while, yeah? i'll only be gone a few hours. make yourself at home." he had leaned close to your ear, his breath tickling your neck. "besides, we've gotta... talk more, when i get back~"

you agreed quickly, not wanting to seem suspicious in front of rumi. as much as you wanted to tell her, and knew you would soon, you needed to get a few things settled first.

so here you were, sitting in his apartment. even though he was insistent on you making yourself at home, the most you had really done was play some music, use one of his water glasses, and kick back on his couch.

you checked the time again. as far as you could tell, the event had ended just a bit ago. you had checked a few news outlets, seeing some clips already uploaded from the beginning of the evening. almost every one of hawks was him refusing to shut up about the new stylist who had gotten him looking so nice, and furthermore insisting whoever it was, was a secret (for now).

those were your favorites.

in the middle of a clip you were watching of rumi going over her latest fight, you heard keys in the door. you sat up on the couch and watched hawks walk in, a tired smile decorating his face. his jacket was thrown over his arm and his tie was undone, hanging around his neck loosely. the sleeves of his shirt had been rolled up his forearms, exposing a few cord bracelets.

"hey, sweetheart." he kept his gaze on yours as he tossed his jacket to the side, along with his tie. he slowly sauntered towards the couch, unbuttoning the first few buttons on his shirt. "glad you stuck around~"

his tone was flirty, but tired, and it was so attractive.

he settled on the couch almost on top of you, one of his legs between yours as a hand on your chest guided you to lie back.

"hey kiego..." you blushed and smiled as one of his hands found your waist. "how was the dinner?"

he pressed his body against yours, sighing as he relaxed into you. "exhausting... let's talk about it tomorrow."

you chuckled and tangled your hand in his hair, playing with it and massaging his scalp. he pressed lazy kisses to your neck, making you blush harder.

"be my girlfriend... stay over tonight... stay forever..." he said between kisses.

you closed your eyes and took a deep breath, melting into his gentle touch.

"okay.. <3"

DAMN BRO THAT ENDED UP BEING A LOT LONGER THAN I MEANT IT TO BE- "little short" YEAH OKAY SHORTY,

5619 words, which is almost 13 full pages in google docs omg-

sorry and you're welcome <33

idk if any of my future writing will be this long but ig we'll see ! at least i can say i'm starting out strong lol

i haven't the foggiest where this idea came from and as of rn i have scarcely any others, so if anybody wants me to write something short or long or whatever to any specific idea my inbox is open for requests !!

sm love 💗💗

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[justanobodywriter]

Betrayal

Hawks

Cw: gender neutral reader, angst, hurt, no romantic relationship

1200 words

Part of the F*ck Valentines Event!

You hadn't been working with the agency for very long, so you were shocked when you were pulled into a very important meeting with Hawks himself.

The room was dark and he sat working on something on a small laptop at a desk in the center of some windows.

"Come on in," he greeted.

You shut the door and walked forward skeptically, "I'm sorry, sir, but what is all this about?"

"Well, we can start by cutting the formalities," he waved you off. "I always hated them anyway."

"Sorry," you spoke sheepishly as if you had just ruined any chances you thought you might have at becoming anything for the agency.

He stopped working and looked up at you for the first time since you had entered his office, "Please, won't you sit? You look nervous. Relax. There isn't anything to worry about."

"I'm just curious as to what this is all about," you reminded, taking a seat across from him.

"I have a very important mission I've been working on for some time now. I assume you're familiar with the new strain of quirk enhancing drug that's been cycling around?"

"Very familiar."

"Good, because I need someone knowledgeable on the topic. Now, weren't you the one who was good with chemistry and what not?"

"That's me!" you beamed proudly of your many working accomplishments throughout school and even after working with many different companies until you were finally able to make it as a hero.

"I could use you for something, if you are interested."

You nodded eager to hear what he had in mind to put your talent to good use.

Hawks then explained everything in detail to you. He had been planning to take down the villains with something to counteract the quirk enhancing drugs and maybe even something to counteract quirks altogether. It was a stretch, but it was something he seemed sure you could do. He mentioned a new addition to the building he really wanted to show you.

The both of you got up as you followed him through winding hallways and back to some rooms you never knew existed.

"I want you to assemble your own team," he began. "I'm sure you have connections in this field. You have full freedom to do what you please with the team and this new lab."

You looked around the room in awe. It was a full chemistry lab. There was so much all around that you could have only dreamed to have elsewhere. It was like a dream come true.

"I'm in," you agreed firmly.

It was late at night when you finally finished it. You were quick to get some of your colleagues to try out the new concoction that you had managed to make.

It was finally done, after only months of work.

"Hawks, I did it," you beamed into the phone. "I finally managed to make it! And it works perfectly!"

"I'll be right over to see it in action," he responded quickly.

It was only a few minutes before Hawks was there.

It never did cease to amaze you how he was always able to be at the office so quick no matter what time of day.

"Who's that?" you asked pointing to a dark shadowy figure who followed Hawks into the room.

"No one," Hawks waved off. "So, show me what you've got."

You went through the motions of showing him exactly how it worked. You were so proud of what you had done.

"Mind if I try it?" the shadowy figure asked.

"Sure," you beamed.

You were sure all your efforts wouldn't have been a waste. You wanted to prove to anyone that you could that you had done it.

"Here," you sprayed the mist into the mans face.

He held up his hands and attempted to use his quirk... what it was you weren't sure.

"It works," the shadowy man confirmed.

You puffed out your chest a little.

"I need this to be mass produced," Hawks instructed, turning his attention to you. "Can you do that for me?"

"Of course," you reassured.

He left just as quickly as he had come. You were left wondering what was going on, but you didn't dwell on it too much. You trusted him. He had given you no reason not to.

There was silence in the room as you watched the TV. You dropped the small vial in your hand, causing it to hit the floor and shatter.

"Hey, kid, how are you doing?" you heard his voice behind you.

"How could you?" you spat in his direction.

His eyes looked anywhere but yours, "Look, don't get too upset about it. It was just a misunderstanding is all."

"My career is ruined because of you!" you yelled, pointing an accusing finger at the man then gesturing it towards the TV. "Do you not see this? I'm a wanted criminal now."

"We can help you," he tried to reassure.

You turned back to the TV, "I have to give myself up. I have to tell them the truth."

"You can't do that."

"Why not? Maybe someone out there will believe me."

"No one is going to believe you."

"I have to try. I can't go on like this. I'm not a bad person. I didn't mean for all of those people to get hurt."

"It wasn't your fault."

"Was it that man you let in here?"

"No, it was me."

"You mean you're the reason all those heroes died?"

"Yes, I caused all of this, but I don't have time to explain. We have to get you out of here."

"I'm not going anywhere with you. I trusted you!"

Your body was numb. You couldn't feel anything. There was a huge lump in your throat. You felt cornered and betrayed. Your heart and insides hurt. You felt like throwing up. There were so many things going on inside of your head.

"I was only using you," Hawks admitted. "It's why I let you sign on here. I needed your innovation and dedication."

"Y-you mean that's the only reason you signed me on as a hero?" you managed out.

Hawks just nodded to confirm.

"You're a monster."

You ran out of the building surprised that he didn't follow, but when you exited you quickly realized what had been done. You were set up.

"It's his fault!" you screamed inside the room.

You had been there for what felt like hours. It was all you could do to keep some composure, but no one would listen to you.

"Please!" you continued. "You have to believe me! He did it all!"

Finally, you stopped and slid your back against the door, defeated.

"Well, seems like she's finally stopped," you heard a familiar voice ring out.

"We're sorry to have to bring you here and have you go through all of this," another man spoke. "I know it must be hard for you."

"You have no idea," Hawks replied.

"Well, she won't be getting out any time soon," the other man reassured him. "With your help we can hopefully put her behind bars for good."

Hawks sounded sad, "As long as no one else gets hurt because of her."

You just sat and sobbed. You were robbed of everything because you trusted someone you shouldn't have.

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[oh-ranpo]

☾ -- pairing: keigo takami "hawks" x reader ☾ -- word count: 1.2k+ ☾ -- preview: when hawks tells you about the undercover mission he's working, you understandably grow concerned.

“You’re going to get yourself killed!” You could feel the adrenaline coursing through your veins as you tried to process everything that you had just been told. Your boyfriend was a double agent. Infiltrating the League of Villains. “I feel like you might be overthinking this.” That easy smile. That effortless confidence. Of course they had chosen him. He was so… believable. You might have even thought that he was speaking the truth if it wasn’t for the fact that you knew just how dangerous this was. “Overthinking? Keigo, are you serious?” You hissed as you took a step towards him. His hands were quick to fall to your hips as he caught you mid-step, his smile never faltering. Not even when you added, “This is the League of Villains. All For One’s army. They released a psychotic Nomu into the general public that almost took out Endeavor! If they find out, they’ll-“ Your voice caught as you choked on the rest of your sentence. “They won’t find out,” he assured you, his voice as smooth as satin. “I’ve already earned the trust of a couple of the members. Well, as much trust I can earn from them, I suppose.”

You wanted to punch him. You wanted to slap that pretty smile off of his lips and shake some sense into him. He wasn’t thinking clearly. He didn’t understand. “You think that any of those guys are capable of trust? They only care about one thing, and that’s destroying all heroes. Heroes like you! I just… I can’t believe this is real. I can’t believe you agreed to do this.” You started to turn out of his grasp, your mind wandering now to all the horrors that could take place if even one of the villains caught on to what he was doing. It made you sick. You were almost completely out of his grasp when Keigo spoke again. “My country needs me.” His words, along with his change in tone, had you turning back towards him quickly, your eyes wide as you suddenly felt a bit hysterical. His smile was gone, but that didn’t slow down your racing emotions one bit. “I need you!” You cried, tears welling up in your eyes as you felt like your chest was going to explode. Your hands reached out for his coat sleeves, and his frown deepened. “I can’t… I can’t lose you.” For a moment, he seemed stunned silent, which was quite the feat for him. His feathers ruffled slightly as he stared down at you, his golden irises assessing your now broken demeanor. “You’re not going to lose me,” he whispered, the cockiness in his tone now completely gone. It was as if he was finally seeing and hearing the concern in your voice, and he lifted one of his hands, despite your strong grip on it, to wipe away one of the tears that had cascaded down your cheek. “You’re not going to lose me, because this is going to work. I know that you’re worried. I know that you’re concerned. But I promise you, you will not lose me.” Your legs gave out in that moment as sobs wracked your body. Keigo was quick to catch you before lifting you up and moving you over to the couch so that you could sit down together. Your hands had moved from his sleeves to the front of his shirt as you clung onto him desperately. “You don’t know,” you sobbed. “You don’t know that. You can’t… you can’t promise me that when you don’t know.” You were right, and you both knew it. Keigo was great at making everything seem way easier than it was, but this was far from a standard hero mission. One wrong move and everything could be turned upside down. If he was in the wrong place when it happened, there were no guarantees. He might have been the number two hero, but if he was alone in a room with some of the country’s most notorious villains, his survival odds were low. He let you cry into his chest for several minutes, his hand gently brushing along the back of your head as he pressed his lips into your hair. His silence made you feel more uneasy than before, but you couldn’t find your voice to tell him so. You just wanted to stay like this, with him, somewhere safe. You didn’t want him going out and having interactions with these criminals. You didn’t want him putting his life on the line for some intel. Even if it was for the greater good, you were selfish. This was your heart you were talking about. You couldn’t just give that up. “No matter how dangerous a mission is, you know what keeps me going? You know what keeps me fighting?” Keigo’s voice startled you slightly as you slowly lifted your head from his chest. When your eyes met his, you could see the worry this time, but he was also gazing at you with an intensity that made your stomach turn. When you shook your head, a sad smile turned up the corner of his lips before one of his fingers gently pressed against your chest. “You.” Your heart flipped as you started to shake your head, but he was quick to stop it as he cupped each side of your face between his hands, forcing you to look at him. “No matter where I am, or what I’m doing, the end goal is always to make it home to you. I didn’t get much choice with this particular assignment, but in the end, the things I do will be done so that I can keep you safe. And if you think that I’m going to let a few assholes keep me from coming back to you, you’re sorely mistaken.” You were melting in his golden gaze as he spoke, and he could evidently feel the tension leaving you as his smile turned into something more genuine. “So, do you believe me now?” You wanted to tell him that he was still an idiot. You wanted to scream that it wasn’t fair that he was the one that had been chosen for this, and that you didn’t want him to leave the house at this point, let alone find himself in the company of those that sought to kill everyone like him. However, as you looked at one another and his words settled in your chest, you knew that saying all of that would only upset you both even more. You wanted him to fight for the safety of others, and while there wouldn’t be a second that you wouldn’t be worrying about him until it was all over, you had to support him. You had to support him in the same ways that he supported you. “You’re going to come back to me,” you finally whispered, as Keigo beamed and nodded in response. The space between you closed as he pulled you closer, his hold on your face maneuvering you in so that he could kiss you properly. The kiss was soft and slow and his way of expressing just how much he meant it when he said you were his reason. His heart had never felt like this for anyone before, just as you had never yearned for someone in the way that you did for him. His life was chaotic, and he was often put in situations that seemed dire, but he had a lot of fight. And he had a lot of reason to fight. And because of that, you knew that you would always have faith in him. He would always make his way back home.

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[thehusbandoden]

Finally starting to get out of my writer's block! Actually started working on the Hawks fic, which I haven't done in quite a while. Hopefully I'll be able to start posting regularly again soon!!

And here's another snippet cause why not?

Jumping from one topic to another we ended up talking for hours, minds focussed on one another instead of our exhaustion. Yawning, I nodded as Hawks rambled about how fried chicken is better then (f/f). As my thoughts started to wander I thought of a question I've been dying to ask Hawks. "Hey.. Hawks samma?" "And so, so cri- yeah?" I giggled as Hawks looked at me with interest, a lazy grin on his face. "D-do you think I can find a partner with me looking like... this?" After a moment of silence, I looked up at Hawks, nervousness making my hands shake. Hawks eyes were.. cold. So cold in fact that I flinched in fear, the man in front of me didn't look like the warm Hawks that I was used to. "(L/n) chan.. what do you mean by that?" Hawks asked, voice almost low enough to be counted as a growl. "Well.. these burns.. there's no way they won't scar.. could I find someone who will love me..?" "(L/n) chan... no matter how bad you scar,you'll still be beautiful. And if your partner thinks otherwise then he's wrong, and not right for you." I nodded, tears of gratitude rolling down my flushed cheeks. Hawks just smiled as he gently wiped away my tears. After the tears stopped we sat in comfortable silence, Hawks's hand resting on top of mine.

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[theglitterypages]

✨Fairy and Feathers✨

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.

Pairings: Oc fem! Character x Hawks/Keigo Takami

Chapter 2: Old Wounds

Endeavor received a call about a Nomu, so he rushed to fight it and just like what he expected, it was a strong one. It was fortunate that no civilians were hurt but the properties damaged by the Nomu was quite pricey.

"This one's not interested in hurting civilians. Unlike the ones I've used to encounter." Endeavor told Shoto, Bakugo and Izuku who are currently under his care, he has to do his best to train them and make them reach their full potential so that they could rise once the previous generstion of heroes have fallen.

"Father, there's an article saying there's another Nomu attack near Hawks' agency. It was taken down by the new hero from US." Shoto scrolled through his phone and showed some photos taken from the scene to his father.

Endeavor took his phone and examined it closely. His brows furrowed as he recognize Hawks near an unknown hero. "Hmm, that one's a little smaller than this one." He observed. Even if that Nomu was smaller, Endeavor knew that Nomus don't really base strengths in size, it's the quirks that they wield that makes them terrifying and dangerous.

"Endeavor! There's an emergency meeting for Heroes nearby, you're invited to join. Multiple Nomus are released in different parts and your statement is needed for investigation."

Endeavor ordered the teens to stay alert in the areas nearby just in case there'll be more attacks while he went to attend the meeting. He hopes that they won't pull off anything but he'll never know, heroes these days have a lot of enemies that are lurking beyond the shadows.

Coincidentally, Fae and Hawks arrived at the same time that Endeavor did, the winged hero immediately noticed his senior. "Oh, Endeavor-san! Don't tell me you've caught one too?!" Hawks walked towards the number one hero while the latter just narrowed his eyes at him. "I did." He answered simply before stepping inside the elevator, Hawks looked back at Fae and motioned her to follow, but the latter shook her head, her face pale as she ran and fly toward the stairs.

Hawks was left in awe, now, he knew that Fae is timid and shy but she was never rude, so why would she be running off without saying any word to him or to Endeavor?

"So she decided to work for you huh?" Endeavor commented. Now that he saw her upcllse, Endeavor realized that she was the hero who was supposed to work with him but he was told that she refused to.

He was disappointed, he wanted her in the agency to give his interns some new perspective, the differences of system from country to country would also be a good subject for study.

Fae folded her wings on her back when she finally reached the floor. She noticed that she arrived at the floor first and she sighed in relief, she didn't mean to be rude but her instincts just told her to run off the moment she saw Endeavor.

She took a deep breath to calm her nerves just to be disturbed by an unfamiliar voice.

"Oh you must be Fae! Your wings are gorgeous! And tell me where you get your hair done, I love the color!"

Fae turner to her left and saw another female hero walking towards her with a smile, she seems so excited considering she's meeting Fae for the first time. Fae awkwardly waved back at her.

"Good morning, I don't get my hair done. It's my natural color." She said before she was held by the female hero and they sat down in a vacant seat, while looking remaining vacant seat for other heroes that are yet to come.

"Oh? That's awesome! So is it connected to your quirk or anything?"

Fae opened her mouth to speak but her eyes were caughr by the people who entered the room. She met Hawks' gaze, she was expecting a glare or a firm look on his face but she saw the opposite, Hawks was smiling in relief upon seeing her in the room.

Hawks looked for Fae before anything else, he couldn't reach her in time earlier because the elevator has closed already but he was worried of her face expression after seeing Endeavor.

He saw her awkwardly talking to other heroes, as she sat down beside Mount Lady, and he just knew he has to take Fae away from her so she won't get overwhelmed. He knew she doesn't love too much attention.

Hawks has observed that she is indeed an introvert who prefers to have her own space but because she's the new one here, it's only natural that they'll be all over her.

"Alright, alright folks let's settle down. Mount Lady is it alrighr for you to sit beside Kamui Woods?" Hawks walked towards Fae and Mount Lady, the latter pouted and glared at the red winged hero before she let go of Fae's arms.

"Fine, I'll call you later or add you in your Socials! We need to talk about your beauty routines!" She said before standing up to go to Kamui Woods.

Hawks sat beside Fae, he bumped her shoulders and her icy blue eyes met his gold ones. "What happened to you earlier?" He whispered but she just smiled awkwardly and turned her head to the front where the head of investigations for Nomus stood.

"We all know that multiple Nomus are released today. We'd like to get your statements about the Nomus you've all encountered. Hawks, would you like to begin?"

Hawks shook his head and placed his arms around Fae gently, he felt her tremble underneath his touch. Which is why he slowly removed his hands off of her. "Fae is the one who defeated that Nomu. You should listen to her, and before we begin maybe you can introduce yourself Fae?" Fae held onto the hem of Hawks' jacket, a silent plea to not let her be the center of the attention of every heroes in the room. But Hawks gently took her hands off of him and whispered, "You gotta show them what you're capable of, Sparksfly. I'll take over if it gets too much." Hawks reassured her, as much as he wants her to stay in her comfort zone, it's better for her to gain the trust of other heroes and build connections since she might need to work with them in the future, he squeezed her hands gently and he gave her a small smile to reassure her that he'll be there to back her up and that's when she stood up, her knees trembling for a bit.

"Hi, I'm Fae. I'm the new hero from US. I'd like to share my thoughts about my encounter with a Nomu earlier..." She cleared her throat, looking around at the room, all of their eyes are on her and she disracted herself by looking at the cork bord with sticky notes attached into it, yes, she shouldn't think that they're all watching, she should pretend that it's nothing. "It didn't take me much effort to knock him down and that's what I find strange..." She reached for the laptop near her and typed something before showing the screen to everyone.

"So...my quirk allows me to extract harmful substances in trees and other plants. I turn them into pixie dusts and I used them against the Nomu. The problem with the Nomu I've fought is that he was knocked down almost immediately after one blow of handful of my pixie. And there are only three possibilities as to why he was knocked down that fast."

A small smile made its way across Hawks' lips. He knew that Fae only needed a little push to come out of her shell and show everyone how smart she is and how capable she is as a hero.

"First, it could be because of the fact that Nomus don't have a strong will and strong mentality due to the fact that they've been biologically altered and my pixie dust is the worst match for people who don't have the will to break free from it."

"So does this mean that you can take down stronger Nomus despiter their quirks? If all of them don't have this will?" Aizawa asked curiously.

Fae bit her lower lip, trying to find a right way to answer. "I still have to see if that's how this works. Plus every Nomu are different so we can't be certain about that." She smiled, Aizawa nods and gestured his hand to tell her to go on.

"Now for the Second one, this weak Nomu could be a mere distraction to keep our eyes away from something bigger or it must've escaped from their facility too earlier for its true potential to be shown."

The heroes nodded and they agree to most of Fae's observations, "Though this would only apply for the Nomu that I fought, I wouldn't know the difference in power of the ones you've encountered." She added before sitting down.

"So do you guys agree that most Nomus sent are weaker?" Asks the head of the investigation team.

"Yes." The heroes answered.

They're definitely weaker, not as strong as the ones that Endeavor fought, if they were as strong they're all doomed.

Fae slowly raised her hand to add something once again, "If that's the case, it might be because of the fact that they've caught on to the fact that there are investigations about Nomus and their origins. They must be trying to throw us off the investigation by keeping us busy." Fae knows how villains brain might work, they'd love to throw them off their game to escape and get away but they must make sure that they won't.

"My son, Shoto, Bakugo and Deku were able to help me with ease in defeating the Nomu I've encountered. If they're weak Nomus can we be confident that most students can handle them so we can focus more in dangerous works?" Endeavor asked.

Fae shook her head, trying to make an eye contact with the number one hero even if she's nervous. "No, we can't. I have a feeling that they wouldn't just be using weak Nomus, it could be a trick that they're trying to make us confident and comfortable with our power level and then they'll send the strong ones to beat us." If there's one thing thay they need to prioritize other than civilians, the students shouldn't get involved. They're the future, if the students would fall before they reach their full potential that'd be more chaotic and more favorable for villains.

The heroes clenched their fists, they're already short handed in the society as bad as it sounds they really need the students to do some grunt work despite their age, they have no choice but to give all they have because lives are at stake and worse? The whole hero society is at risk. And there's also the bitter possibility that some heroes are traitors and it led to them keeping small numbers of heroes to handle top secret missions to ensure its triumph.

"Also, none of the Nomus who attacked were focused on hurting civilians, they were more focused in destroying properties. This would cause the government to compensate for damages done and people might end up complaining that their safety shouldn't be the only thing to take care of." the heroes focused more upon hearing Fae's observation. Now that she mentioned it, no civilians were hurt badly. Some were held hostages but that's it.

"They're playing a long term plan, making us exhausted by fighting numerous Nomus here and there and destroying properties to tick people off until it accumulates and blows up."

Fae's hands covered her mouth when she realized that she's been talking non stop and Hawks tapped her knee, "You're fine, you did great." He whispered. Fae must've been excited to share her thoughts at some point, because the heroes are kind enough to not interrupt her speech.

"Thanks..." She whispered.

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The meeting ended and because of Fae's short speech, she was officially added to the team assigned to take care of Nomus. She had no complains and she felt satisfied that she did great in her first day, though she knows she should overcome her fear of speaking in front of too many people.

Hawks closely observed Fae, she seemed to be over of whatever caused her to run away from Endeavor.

Well that's what he thought.

"Hawks.."

Fae froze upon hearing Endeavor's voice behind her and Hawks immediately noticed, her wings folded and he looked at the taller man.

"Endeavor-san, sorry but let's talk over the phone later. Fae and I need to go."

Fae was polite enough to bow down as a goodbye to Endeavor before they flew together. Hawks didn't say anything as they fly up. Fae decides to observe him from his back, his red fierce wings flapping magnificently.

"H-Hawks san."

Hawks slowed down his pace and matched Fae's speed, trying to observe her face closely. "Why? Do you want to turn down the offer to be the new hero to lead the investigation team for Nomus?" He was afraid that she was too scared to say no, he could volunteer to do it, he's sure he can find time for it if he'll want to.

Fae shook her head and smiled, her wings sparkled even more as her face lit up. "No, I actually love it. I just want to apologize for looking rude in front of Endeavor-san..." She apologized, her lips pursed.

"It's nothing. Plus, Inoticed that you looked uneasy. But I bet he didn't, he's not one to care about those kind of things, don't worry about it." Hawks told her with a smile. Endeavor is not really the type to notice if someone acts differently around him, unless it's his youngest son and Hawks know it, witnessing the number one hero's small tantrums every now and then whenever Shoto doesn't respond to his texts ot calls.

Fae is trying to reason with herself, it's her first day in this job and she doesn't know who to trust, but her heart tells her that this man is worth trusting because her hear knows that this man is also hiding something, she doesn't know what it is but there's definitely something that they both share.

"I-I don't get along well with fire quirks. I-I encountered a villain when I was a student and my wings were burned..." She couldn't continue, the memories were too disturbing and dark, she's afraid she'll break down.

Hawks stopped mid air. He was not expecting her to open up about it, it takes a lot of courage to do so, especially to someone she just met and he felt privileged to be the one to know about this for some reason. And as a fellow hero who have wings, Hawks value this part of him, he owes his speed and most of his abilities with his wings and he can't imagine how Fae must've felt when she had her wings burned. As winged heroes, their wings somehow equates to their own identity and losing it must've felt like losing your own self.

He looked at her body language and Hawks can see that she hasn't get over of it yet. She's still shaking, her eyes were unfocused as she tries to find the right words to say. Her wings turned a shade dull.

"I know that Endeavor is a hero but I just can't help it. I know that another time may come for me to face someone that may do the same but I'll do my best to overcome it. I promise, I won't slow you down." Fae bit her lower lip as she meets Hawks' gaze. She knows she has to overcome it, she needs to. And she's hoping that she'll get over it before it's too late.

Hawks didn't let her add anything to that, instead, Hawks encircled his wings around her as if protecting her, trying to make her feel relaxed inside the safety of his wings. It's not enough to erase the memory of her almost losing a part of her but he hopes that she'll feel safe at least, safe enough for it not to happen ever again.

She was shaking when she started talking about her past and even if she probably didn't notice he saw the tears were streaming down her cheeks. He embraced her with his wings, a part of him that she can relate to, to tell her that he's here and he understands her, to make her feel that she's protected.

"You didn't have to tell me that but I promise to keep your secret." Hawks whispered, still letting her relaxed in the safety that his wings offers.

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𑊡˚+₊🍼✦ — pidge + keigo takami.

૮ ͈>◡< ͈ა warnings — fluff + sfw, gn!reader, hawks calling reader pidge, that’s lit rally it actually, reader is hawks’ PA but they’re also married and cute, hidden relationships, office!au?

pidge - short for pigeon, the nickname tramp gives lady in the disney movie, lady and the tramp!

“g’mornin’, pidge.”

“hawks.”

“aw c’mon, don’t be like that, pidge,” the number two hero cocks his head, letting his luxurious red feathers guide him down to land on his feet beside you by the photocopier. “thought we agreed on you callin’ me keigo.”

you don’t look up from your work, copying city-damage bills, a list of scheduled public appearances and mission reports from closed cases— one of your many mundane and typical tasks as an assistant the pro hero “hawks” agency. “no hawks, you asked me to call you that and i ignored you,” sifting through your documents, you staple them together according to their category and push them lightly into the blonde’s chest before looking up at him with an accomplished hum. “it would be unprofessional of me.”

keigo visibly sags, wings dropping along with his lips— that fall into a pout. “are you always this mean, pidge?” he whines like a petulant child, chirping happily at the contact of your fingers splayed against his chest from behind the papers. “or is it only on the days when i come visit you at work?”

“isn’t that basically everyday?” comes your quick quip, raising a brow at hawks to ensure that he closes the window he came through before you both leave the photocopying room. he eagerly follows you, hot on your trail as you head to grab a snack between your tasks— ignoring the stares of your coworkers. the sight of the number two stalking you around the agency is not uncommon.

“exactly! so ya must hate me! do you ya hate me, pidge?”

the small staff kitchen is vacant aside from the two of you, and you rummage around your designated cupboard only to find it bare. your boss, however, is quick to act on his feet— pulling out a bag of his hero themed animal crackers to bribe you with. “of course i don’t, you’re the best boss ever?” your voice lowers an octave, nearly dipping into sultry tone as you pry the snacks from keigo’s grip. “who else lets me take two hour breaks instead of the legal forty-five?”

“is that the only reason you like me?”

“oh no. i just love the rocks and other shiny things you leave on my desk while i’m working, hawks. the coffee you bring me, and the doughnuts too.” your words are thoughtful and perhaps even wistful as you tear open the packet with your teeth, flicking the kettle on for some hot water— knowing a warm drink will soothe your soul this winter.

for the millionth time that morning, keigo pouts— using the puffiness of his wings to corner you in the kitchen, latching onto you. “you don’t love me?” you twitch “oh, you do love me.” just then, a member of staff barges into the room, making it impossibly smaller— instantly silencing any conversation between you both. they spare you, their coworker, and keigo— their boss, a strange look. “did you need something?”

“uh…i just came for—“ they point to the fridge, and you open it up, keigo using a fast feather of his to scoop out their drink with their name on it. “thanks.”

“uhuh.” comes your quickly response, before you push yourself off the counter and scurry away before any more suspicions can be raised. it’s one thing to be the best employee at work, the next to be favoured by your employer and the wrong impression could have you hated amongst your coworkers for getting special treatment from the number two hero.

however, before you can make it back to the safety of your cubicle— a flurry of red feathers drag you by your sleeves right into the big man’s office, making a spectacle in front of all of your coworkers as you struggle in their hold, squealing right up until the door is slammed shut.

“pidge, you never play nice at work.”

hawks’ office provides you with some kind of solace away from the prying eyes agency staff, and he’s quick to pull you into his lap at his desk once you’re hidden from their inquisitive gaze. blonde hair gently tickles at the junction between your neck and your shoulders, hands that are no longer gloved settle on your waist and thumb under your work-shirt to feel the warmth of your skin, grounding the speedy pro hero that moves way too fast for his own good. “because we’re working keigo, the whole office isn’t supposed to know that we’re—“ you begin, but your words die slowly on your lips as keigo presses small, appreciative kisses along the column of your throat— daring to nip at it just a little. testing how much he can get away with now that you’re both truly alone.

“that we’re married? that i love you, pidge? so so much.” the smooches continue when you don’t make an effort to push the winged hero off or huff in protest — instead he continues his journey down your neck, over your collar and gently lifts your hands to his soft, vanilla balm lips to press a kiss directly onto the silver wedding band that sits simply on your ring finger. “the entire office has probably figured out that there’s something goin’ on between us by now.”

keigo chirps as your heart races, tucked away by behind layers of muscle and bone and flesh. it always amazes you how heightened his senses are, how he can pick up on the way he makes you feel through his feathers as you nestle yourself into his chest to avoid the embarrassment. he likes you flustered and clingy like this.

“but i don’t want them to think i got the job as your PA because we’re fucking kei.” this time, it’s your turn to pout, resting the pudge of your cheek against his beating heart and holding your breath just so you can hear it. you’re not like him, your senses aren’t as in tune but you know it makes the blonde happy to know you’re listening out for him too.

“well it’s not just because we’re fucking birdie, you know that ‘n i know that.” hawks reasons, resting his chin atop your head. “s’cause the commission hand picked you for me themselves. you’re good at what you do, and your quirk stops anyone from gettin’ their hands on our dirty little secrets.” his wings encircle you both once again, creating a literal heaven away from the bustling world outside— where it’s just the two of you and the warmth of your love. “but not only that, you have a work ethic. i have enough money t’keep us goin’ for a lifetime. but you want to work and who am i to stop you.” he coos. “i love that about you pidge.”

when you look up at him, you can see every trace of adoration for you that resides in hawks’ being swirled into the dark abyss of his dilated pupils— nearly swallowing the gold of his eyes whole. “and i love you too, you crazy bird.” you mumble carefully, quietly so that he knows that you mean it this time around, pressing a kiss to his stubbled cheek.

keigo laughs, melting like butter in a pan at your affection. “that’s not very nice, pidge.”

“yeah,” you hum, kissing him over and over to pull more timbre laughter from between his precious lips. “but you like it when ‘m mean to ya at work, don’t you?”

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[earthtooz]

you've always wanted to know what it was like to fly but ideally not in the arms of the man you've been avoiding for two weeks.

in which you've been avoiding hawks and he figures it out - prohero!y/n x hawks

it was a beautiful day to have a day off.

the weather was perfect: sunny with a hint of breeze. not too warm for it to be uncomfortable but warm enough for a short-sleeved shirt, you didn't run into any unexpected incidents that suddenly required you to perform any hero work, just wasted the day away doing absolutely nothing but unwinding by yourself. the lunch you had was amazing too, you really ought to go back and try out their other dishes, maybe bring a few friends from the agency too.

it’s just a shame that you have to end the day in the arms of the man you've been avoiding for the past two weeks, feeling your feet dangle helplessly in the air as he carries you securely, albeit, uncomfortably. 

"never knew hawks kidnapped people off the streets during patrol," you muttered, squinting as to combat the wind that was slightly drying your eyes. 

"depends what your meaning of 'random' is because judging by your definition, you mean strangers-" he stops talking when you approach the top of fukuoka tower and the prohero sets you down carefully, although you still stumble.

your heart thumped heavily in your chest, the exhilaration of soaring through the air was slowly seeping out of your bloodstream. although you really couldn't tell if it was flying at the ridiculous height that was freaking you out or if it was just the natural effect hawks seemed to have on you. damn that pretty bastard.

he continues his previous statement "-you and i both know we're not strangers. so what gives? why are you acting like we are all of a sudden?"

you cling on to the hand rails of the tower. heights wasn't much of a challenge but with the man you've been pining over ever since you first met him? you might need a second.

you met hawks when your agency and his had formed an alliance and it just so happened that your assistants assigned your patrol times to align. hawks was the number 2 hero and you were eager to learn how he went about his day-to-day, hoping for some help on how to boost your own rating up whilst learning how he manages an agency at his young age. he entered the prohero industry not too long before you but given your similar ages, he definitely had a headstart so when the opportunity to collaborate together came, you jumped at the chance.

what you hadn't taken into consideration however, was the extent of his charming personality and how easy it was to get along with the wing hero.

patrols were fun, full of laughter and jokes whilst competing in friendly competitions in who could save more civilians and apprehend more villains. sure, you shouldn't be goofing around on the job but nobody had to know.

adding in hawk's good looks, it did not take long for you to fall ass first for him.

your first instinct was to keep about your interactions but eventually the pining got too much that you figured out ways to avoid him where possible. meetings were meetings, but patrol times? your sacred little pockets of moments together? those could be minimised.

you took on late nights, all the way into the early morning unlike the usual afternoon schedule you'd established for the longest time.

and the act worked! for two weeks that is because now you're standing in front of hawks who has swept you off the street and brought him to his favourite place in the city.

this sucked.

he looked perfect in the golden hour too, honey illuminating his skin with a gentle glow that only enhanced how irresistible of a man hawks is.

"i don’t know what you’re talking about, nothing gives," you try to reply as nonchalantly as possible, excusing your nervous movements by pretending it was the wind blowing in your eyes uncomfortably.

hawks scoffs, "yeah sure, just like how you're giving me nothing."

you can't resist the pout from creeping on your lips. "is that why you kidnapped me off the street? to ask what's wrong? you could've just stopped me instead of flying off like i'm some worm for you to feed your baby chicks."

"haha, real funny. bird jokes," he rolls his eyes, a hint of a smile ghosting his lips.

"you know you like them."

"not as much as i'd like it if you told me what was actually up with you. taking patrols at midnight? seriously? i know you like your sleep."

"personal matters," you lie. although, it wasn't really a lie - it was personal, the way he made you feel was absolutely personal.

"what about today? why didn't you tell me you were off today because we could've hung out and visited that farmer's market i know you like."

you shrug, "thought never occurred to me."

he narrows his eyes in suspicion. "okay, then why wouldn't you tell me your hours were changing? i wouldn't mind picking up some nights," he asks, bottom lip poking out a little as a he furrows his brows.

you put your head in your hand, "no- that would've been, nevermind."

"tell me," he pleads. "it would've been what?"

you hate the way he's looking at you with so much passion and intensity that it wants to make your heart lurch out of your chest and right into his hands. this would be so much easier if he just-

fuck it. "it would have defeated the purpose."

"so you’re avoiding me on purpose then. did i do something wrong? cause if i did-"

"no!" you exclaim suddenly, tone full of exasperation and desperation, conveying the frustration you've been feeling the past two weeks into one sudden syllable. it actually takes hawks by surprise because he stumbles back a little and there's a moment of silence where you're just gauging for each other's reactions. "i mean- no, you didn't do anything wrong, and that's the frustrating part."

you continue with little space for him to intercept, "it's just, oh what the fuck, i know i shouldn't be saying this because it's totally unprofessional and-"

"out with it, y/n."

"-i like you.”

the air choked at your sudden confession and hawks’ expression says it all, morphing into one of shock - wide eyes and a slightly parted mouth before transforming into a wide smirk. you look away and cross your arms, which was a defense mechanism that hawks definitely picked up on. after spending so much time with you, how could he not have? 

he leans against the pole of the tower, suaveness oozing off him as if he wasn’t just frantically asking you what was wrong with you, “how much do you like me?” he asks, smugness evident in his tone.

you cover your eyes, “if i do not see, i do not perceive, go away.”

his laughter rings through your ears and you peek at him by separating your fingers slightly, “oh come on, there’s nothing to be embarrassed about-”

“yes there is! i have a crush on you and you’re literally the most embarrassing person in the world! being associated with you is embarrassing enough!”

he clenches his chest in faux-pain, “that one hurt, you should consider your words more carefully y/n, it’s a wonder how you won a bachelors like me.”

you give him a look of defeat as the words he just uttered registers in your head. “stop playing, this is serious.”

“you just called me embarrassing to be around!”

“because you are!”

hawks raises a brow at you, “number two hero not good enough for you? i’ll shoot for number one next time, then will you finally not be embarrassed enough to go on a date with me?”

oh god, this was a mess. “no, no, i suppose a date with you now is good enough.” 

“good enough?” hawks parrots before sighing with a shrug, “i’ll take it.”

“that came out wrong because i’m still seriously trying to believe that you’re not pulling my leg,” you point your finger in his chest, “you seriously like me back?”

“and i want to take you out on a date. tonight.”

“yes, let’s do it. tonight it is then.” 

“even if i’m the number two hero?”

“because you’re the number two hero. it’s the only impressive thing about you.”

“you’re the one who has a crush on the number two hero.”

you laugh heartily, wrapping an arm around him whilst doing so. he hugs you back instinctively with a big, warm smile plastered on his face. if you weren't so nervous you would've seen how smitten the look in his eyes were, “i guess i am. can you bring me back to the ground now, number two? i think the civilians should see that their local hero didn’t just kidnap a stranger from the ground.”

“they’ll know when they recognise you as their favourite, local hero. besides, it lets them know you’re off the market now, so good."

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[redskull199987]

An unexpected Visitor

Keigo Takami x female!reader

Word count:1.1k

Warnings: break-in, hostage kind of situation, threats, Canon typical violence

Summary: You Patiently wait for your Lover to come home, as someone unexpected pays you a visit...

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I was tired, but I wanted to wait for him. I tried, almost unsuccessfully, to keep my eyes open.

I sighed and walked to the kitchen.

'Keigo, where are you?' I thought and turned on the coffee machine.

While the coffee was brewing, I let my gaze wander outside. The streets were dark, only the lanterns brought a little light.

For a second I thought I saw a shadow. A tall person sneaking around in front of the house.

Startled, I looked again more closely, but this time I saw nothing.

"I should probably go to sleep," I mumbled.

But then my eyes fell on a picture of Keigo and me. It showed us at the beginning of our relationship. That was three years ago. back then he wasn't the pro hero number 2. Back then he often had free time and never worked late into the night. But I knew what I had gotten myself into. Keigo had told me about his goal early on and it was honorable, there was no doubt about it, so I did my best to support him.

I sighed and looked back at the coffee machine, it was finished.

I grabbed the mug and it quickly warmed my hands and I was a little more awake immediately.

I cautiously padded back into the living room.

,, So so..."

I backed away, startled, the mug fell to the floor and the warm liquid spread all over the carpet.

"So this is Hawks' little girlfriend", the stranger said.

I looked at him anxiously. He was tall and wore a long black coat, his hair was tousled and shaggy. but what really caught my attention were his scars.

Dark scars ran under his eyes and across his chin, down his neck and down his arms. They were more makeshift attached to the healthy skin.

"Yeah, the scars scare a lot of people off," he grinned, walking towards me. I quickly backed away.

"Don't worry, I won't hurt you... for now," he assured me, raising his hands.

,, Who are you? What do you want from me? " I yelled, looking him straight in the eyes.

"Not so scared, huh?" he replied.

,, What do you want!?",I repeated, louder this time.

"Pretty aggressive for a little girl, aren't you?" He took another step towards me.

I took a step back, "I'm not a little girl!"

,, Oh yeah? ", he grinned stepped forward. Again I stepped back, but this time I felt the wall against my back. There was no escape.

"Tell me what you want or get out! "I answered, but he remained calm and came closer and closer to me. when his face was only millimeters from mine, he finally stopped.

"My name is Dabi," he whispered menacingly, "and I'm here to make sure Hawks keeps the deal and well, it's always good to look around for leverage."

I swallowed hard. what kind of deal was he talking about? Keigo always told me everything, so why didn't I know who this Dabi was talking about? Let alone who he was.

I gasped when he suddenly leaned forward.

"You're the perfect bargaining subject, kid," he whispered in my ear. It sent chills down my spine.

,, What are you up to? " I asked as calmly as possible.

"I'm going to leave Hawks a little warning. just in case he decides to betray me."

He slowly raised his hand. Suddenly blue flames erupted. They flickered dangerously around his fingers.

He slowly approached me. startled, I tried to dodge, but he held me in place with his other hand.

,, Please!? ", I whispered, "don't do that"

"Sorry little one, your pretty face has to be sacrificed"

the flames were only a few inches from my face when suddenly someone grabbed Daby's hand and stopped him.

I looked up relieved:,, Keigo! "

"Hawks, what a coincidence," Dabi smiled, but the surprise was written all over his face.

Keigo looked at him, an unpleased expression on his face. He quickly pulled Dabi away from me and pushed him back.

I quickly ran to Keigo. He grabbed my hand and pushed me protectively behind him.

,, What do you want here, Dabi!?", he asked aloud. I had never seen him so angry, it was quite out of character for him.

dabi shrugged his shoulders:,, Just making sure you don't get any stupid ideas. You didn't really think I would trust you, did you?"

"No, not at all," Keigo replied.

I cautiously peeked out from behind his shoulder.

"Well then, now you know what happens when you do something stupid", Dabi pointed towards me with a grin.

I felt Keigo's wings gently wrap around me.

He looked angrily at Daby: "If you come near her again, our deal is over and I will hand you over to the police! "

"Nice", Daby raised his hands and backed away slowly, "Just remember that you are vulnerable. You have weaknesses ... I don't"

With that he disappeared. I looked after him confused.

"Keigo..." I mumbled, but was suddenly interrupted when Keigo pulled me into a hug. I felt his wings wrap around me protectively.

,, Are you all right? did he do anything to you?" he whispered worriedly.

"I'm fine Keigo. Thank you," I replied, "but who was this Dabi? What did he mean by deal?"

Keigo sighed. He carefully grabbed my hands.

"I'm not really supposed to tell anyone about this," he explained, "but I trust you. You must have recognized him. He's is with the league of villians and we have a secret deal. We give each other inside info. It's a Order of the Government with utmost importance."

"Keigo," I mumbled, gently cupping his cheek with my hand, "why didn't you tell me?"

"I wanted to protect you," he blurted out.

Sighing, Keigo looked down, "It was a mistake. I'm sorry, I should have told you about him"

I smiled at him gently. I carefully lifted his chin:,, It's okay. You don't have to apologize for anything. I knew what I was getting myself into. I love you Keigo and I will always support you"

Relief spread over Keigo's face:,, Thank you Y/N. I don't know what I would do without you I love you too"

Smiling, I stood on my tiptoes and gently pressed my lips to his. I felt Keigo pull me further towards him. His wings wrapped around us. We slowly stumbled back to the sofa.

"I love you... Hawks," I smiled.

"I know, Baby Bird. I love you too "

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[psychostxr]

PUPPET ── Chapter Three

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CHAPTER THREE. brain fried

WARNINGS. cursing, violence, slight angst

WORD COUNT. 1.1k

SYNOPSIS. being followed brings out the murderous side of people

The morning sunlight streams through the curtains, gently illuminating the room as (y/n) wakes up, exhausted as Hato struggled to fall asleep last night.

Pulling the duvet off her body, she swings her legs off the bed, feet touching the wooden floor. She walks past her son's cot, pausing briefly to kiss Hato's forehead before entering the bathroom to prepare herself for the day ahead.

Once freshened from her shower, (y/n) dresses herself before walking to Hato's cot. His amber eyes meet hers, and he smiles. A chirp mixed with a giggle escapes his mouth.

"Good morning, my Dove," (y/n) coos, carefully picking up her son to not bother his wings. "How'd you sleep?"

He chirps in reply.

She hums. "It's good to sleep, right? I don't see why you fuss so much at night when you're so happy in the morning."

Carrying Hato in her arms, she walks to the kitchen and sits him in his high chair. Thankfully, his wings are still little, allowing Hato a couple more months to sit in the chair until his wings branch out and become big.

(y/n) grabs Hato's sippy cup filled with baby formula from the fridge and a bowl from the cupboard. She places the cup in the bowl and fills the bowl with warm water to heat the milk.

"Do you think Auntie Emiko would be fine with eggs and rice for breakfast?" (y/n) asks Hato, trying to include her son while he waits patiently for his milk.

The boy babbles, an occasional chirp leaving his mouth.

"I think so, too."

She grabs the ingredients and prepares the breakfast. An enticing aroma fills the air as (y/n) scrambles the eggs with cooking chopsticks. After moving in with Emiko, the two sisters agreed (y/n) would cook breakfast, and Emiko would prepare dinner. Lunch depended on yourself. Hato, for obvious reasons, is exempted from this rule.

The eggs finish, so (y/n) plates them and checks on Hato's sippy cup. The cup is warm, meaning Hato can finally have his breakfast. She dries the cup with a towel and walks toward Hato.

His little chubby arms reach out to the sippy cup, eagerly wanting his milk. (y/n) laughs, helping Hato to hold the cup's arm before he drinks the cup's contents. (y/n) leans down to kiss his head and goes back to cooking.

Eventually, Emiko waltzes into the kitchen as (y/n) finishes putting the rice and eggs into bowls and sets them on the table.

"Look, who finally woke up, Hato."

Hato pulls the cup away from his mouth and stares at his aunt. His little wings flutter, and the cup whacks against the high chair table as Hato bounces in his seat.

"Hey, kiddo."

Emiko ruffles Hato's hair before sitting at the table to eat her breakfast. (y/n) joins her, digging into the eggs first.

"You got work today?"

"Yeah, I'm needed in the city again today," (y/n) replies.

"Cool," Emiko mumbles out, mouth filled with rice.

Hato laughs, watching his aunt in awe. (y/n) and Emiko glances at each other before turning to Hato.

"Do you think it's funny when Auntie Emiko speaks with her mouth full?"

Hato babbles a laugh and claps his hands. Emiko stuffs more rice into her mouth and then opens it wide, making noises to entertain the boy. Hato mimics Emiko's noises, an occasional giggle slipping through.

(y/n) stares at her small family with a smile. Her family wasn't perfect by any means necessary, but in that moment, everything was perfect. She didn't have a care in the world as everything she needed sat right in front of her.

— — —

Stepping out of the house, (y/n) closes the door behind her. She walks down her usual route to the train station, but something feels off today. Uneasiness settles in the pit of her stomach, a gut feeling telling her that something is about to happen.

Call it paranoia, but after years of her father training her and being a former villain, (y/n) can't shake the feeling that she's being followed, like someone is lurking in the shadows.

With every step, (y/n) senses the presence drawing nearer, the unease escalating into anger. With a quick decision, (y/n) diverts from the usual route and enters an alleyway, wanting to confront the pursuer who followed her from home.

As (y/n) walks further into the dimly lit alley, the figure finally reveals itself. Spinning around, (y/n) outstretches her hands, and arcs of lightning zap out, shooting the stranger. He goes flying into a wall and falls, slumping against it.

(y/n) marches toward him, grabbing his collar and pushing him against the wall. One hand locks around his neck while electricity crackles on the other hand.

"You have five seconds," (y/n) says.

The man blinks, groaning from the hit. "To do what?"

"Tell me who the fuck you are. Or I'm going to fry your brain."

(y/n) draws her hand closer to the man's face, threatening to electrocute his brain till he's nothing left but an empty shell. The man looks between (y/n)'s face and her hand before reluctantly answering.

"I'm an enforcer working for the Hero Public Safety Commission," he explains, "Madam President herself wishes to meet with you."

(y/n)'s eyes widen in surprise and confusion. The mention of the Hero Public Safety Commission and an audience with the President left her with several questions. What could they want with her? And why now?

Sensing her skepticism, the enforcer continues, "I assure you, it's of utmost importance. Please, come with me."

"Me? Important?" (y/n) removes her hand from his neck and steps backward. "Do you have any idea who I am?"

The man straightens, tidying himself from (y/n)'s roughhousing.

"(y/n) (l/n), age twenty-three, daughter of Kentarō and Akira (l/n), more commonly known by their alias Bolt and Shimmer, and older sister to Emiko," he starts, "Your mother wasn't a heavily involved parent and allowed her husband to train you and Emiko to follow in their footsteps. His training was brutal, sending you and your sister to the hospital every so often."

"When you were eighteen, Emiko ran away from home to start a new life. But you?" He questions rhetorically. "You stayed loyal to your parents and became a villain. You eventually met and partnered up with Pro Hero Hawks to catch your father, who now spends his remaining years locked in Tartarus. You stayed in contact with Hawks for a few years until fifteen months ago, when you both—"

"Okay, okay, I get it," (y/n) interrupts, having enough of this man retelling her life story. " You know everything about me, but that doesn't answer why Madam President finds me so important. What do I have that she needs? Or better yet, what's happened that she needs help from a criminal? She already has Pro Heroes waiting on her hand and foot."

"If you come with me, everything will be explained."

Though (y/n) remains guarded, her curiosity outweighs her worry.

"You better hope this isn't a trap for your sake, else I'll fry your brain."

He sighs. "I've gathered."

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Born To Fly

Pairing:  Keigo Takami (Hawks) x Fem Reader 

Summary:  Needing some time away from work business, the reader hangs out with her best friend, Hawks, at his favorite skyscraper. Being a hero who has the ability to fly, she finally admits to him her fear of heights when he challenges her to a race, helping her conquer her fear in his own way, helping her learn that she was born to fly.

Warnings:  None!

Word Count: 1.4k 

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Being a pro-hero had its ups and downs and lately with the League of Villains attacking cities, UA, having All Might retiring, the civilians across Japan uneasy because of it, there were a lot more downs than ups.

Even during times like this, there were ways to find your own inner peace. Mine? My best friend from school, the number two pro-hero, Hawks, sitting on the rooftop of the highest skyscraper in the city, just enjoying the view.

"Ah, the weathers go great tonight," He turned to smile at me before standing up, stretching his arms and legs, then ruffling his feathers, wings expanding outward, "A good night for a little fly session!"

"You're just gonna leave me here? Typical," I teased, my slight laughter seizing as he turned and smiled brighter:

"I'm not flying alone! Come on!"

To think we've been friends all these years and he's never figured out why I never joined him before, that I was sitting in the corner of the stairs, away from the view. Flying was a part of my quirk, but I never flew high off the ground, let alone off the top of a skyscraper!

"What's the matter?" He was eager for this, coming over to me, "You scared I'll outfly you?"

"Hawks," I sighed, shaking my head, looking to my feet as I whispered, "I'm afraid of heights. How haven't you noticed that yet?"

Nothing. He just stared at me, a blank expression on his face, cocking his eyebrow at me after so long.

"What?" We all have fears, right? Unfortunately for me, my fear was a big contrast to my quirk.

"So, you mean to tell me that you have fought bad guys who wanted you dead, but you're afraid to fly? It's a part of your quirk!"

I could see the point he was making, but still! Now, he was just annoying me.

"It's not my fault that I'm afraid of heights, okay?!" I contested, but he was so persistent:

"You know the fundamentals! You won't fall, Y/N! Come on!"

"I'm not like you. It-" I was not trying to do this right now, but falling silent as he blurted out:

"Bwak! Bwak!" He was teasing me! "Sorry, all I hear is, bwak! Bwak! You chicken!"

Even I had to laugh at the little chicken pose he was making, ruffling his feathers along with it made had me rolling, pointing, and mocking:

"Really? Because you're the one who looks like a chicken, red feathers!"

"Oh, that's it!" I cocked my head as he turned his back to me, standing up on the ledge, "We're racing, and I'll show you just how fast this 'chicken' really is!"

He's something else. Although, the curiosity of flying high in the sky always circled in my mind. I did know the fundamentals as he said, I guess it was more the fear of falling than anything. I was a pro-hero, number five at that! I also wasn't going to let him try to one-up me like this, challenges always motivated me.

Hawks was surprised that I stood up, joining him on the ledge, taking baby steps, and like always, my eyes shot down to the city below. We were really high up in the sky. Swallowing a deep breath, I became nervous again, but he tried his best to help:

"You were born to fly, Y/N. You can do it. And just think, conquering your fear could make you an even better hero."

His words were pure and honest, that little smile of his giving me the confidence for this. This could make me a better hero. Heroes shouldn't fear something like this, especially me. I was born for this.

"Here, I'll show you if it-"

The last thing I saw was his jaw-dropping as I stepped off the edge completely, falling while my heart started pounding. I've flown before, just not high off the ground. Remembering the feeling as if I was just hovering above the sidewalk, I noticed that I was moving forward. I wasn't falling.

I was flying!

"See?!" I felt a gust of wind, finally opening my eyes to see Hawks next to me in flight, "I knew you could do it, Y/N!"

"I'm flying," I gasped, still in a bit of disbelief, but started smiling as I matched his casual speed, yelling to him, "Hawks, I'm flying! I'm doing it!"

"Told you that you were born for it!" He laughed, having his back facing down with his hands behind his head, trying to act cool as always.

"You said we were racing, right?" I reminded him, a sly smile on my face, "I'll beat you to that skyscraper over there!"

Pointing east, he looked along with me, and I took the opportunity to catch him off guard:

"See ya there, chicken! Bwak, bwak! Haha!"

"HEY!" All I could do was laugh while I sped off, zooming through the wind, wanting to test my limit and see how fast I could go.

The wind stung a little at my speed, but it felt so good. I had never been so proud of myself, getting closer and closer to the skyscraper, laughing again as I heard Hawks behind me:

"You're not beating me, cheater!"

"Sure about that?!" I yelled behind me, glancing back to see that he was gaining on me quickly, he sure was fast, but that little advantage I took, lead me to the finish, "Yoo-ho-; WOAH!"

I've never moved at such an accelerated speed, and I didn't prepare myself to slow down. I tried to stop, putting all my strength on my legs as I tried to stop, feet on the ledge, but I slipped.

My heart sank the second I felt nothing underneath me. Why wasn't I trying to move?

"Y/N!" Hawks was right behind me, scooping me up and landing on the roof with ease.

For a moment, my fear came back, curled up in his arms, looking up briefly to see his wings keeping me closed in, he knew not seeing the towering view would help, also giving me some laughter:

"Remind me to give you some landing lessons, ha."

"Y-Yeah," I chuckled softly, "I was having a little too much fun and kind of forgot."

"Hey, that's alright. It happens," His soft smile made me feel so much better, feeling my heart flutter as he winked at me, "But don't worry, Your hero's here."

"Thank you," I smiled back, truly appreciative, "For helping me fly and saving my butt."

"No need to thank me," Standing up and placing me on my feet softly, he had to just keep joking on, wrapping his arm around me and wiggling his eyebrows:

"And hey, now that you can fly, and you managed to keep up with me. You know, the fastest hero there is, maybe you can be my sidekick."

"Sidekick? Yeah, right!" I laughed, making a playful scowl on his face, "Also, just a FYI, I beat you!"

"You cheated!" Okay, maybe I did cheat a little, but I was never going to let him live it down, laughing a bit more before I winked at him:

"Yeah, yeah. But you better watch out, I think there's a hero out there who just might be quicker than you."

"Mhm, sure," He rolled his eyes playfully, laying his head on top of mine and it made my heart throb, leaning into him some as the wind grew chilly, the warmth of his body and feathers around us making it feel like nothing, "I don't mind a challenge. We need fast heroes out there, with everything going on."

It was rare for him to vent. I didn't know exactly what missions he was going on, but I knew he was going through a lot and times like these. It was meant for fun, so I made sure to put him back to a happy tone:

"We do, but even if it's just us two, we can take it all on. Just don't get salty if I beat you to the scenes first."

"Oh shush!" He laughed, rubbing my shoulder softly and smiling, "When it's a clean race, we'll see who's really the quickest!" 

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