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The indentations of the chipped paint glare at me from the ceiling as I admire every flaw, taking to memory each fleck and color. They begin to blur before me as the silence around me buzzes, overwhelming the thoughts around me as I drift. No thoughts, only floating cold.
Vaguely, the sound of a door opening draws my attention. My head moves in acknowledgement, but I don't register anything really. The world around me is blurred, dark.
"Hey? Baby..." comes a voice distantly.
Blinking a few times, I ease out of the shadows and focus on a very concerned face looking down at me. "Oh, hi," I whisper tiredly, a heaviness in my voice that causes him to wrinkle his brow deeper with worry.
"What's going on?" he asks as he reaches out, gently caressing my cheek. Taking a deep breath, I open my mouth but the words die in my throat as tears fill my eyes.
"The memories are hard today, and I have so much to do," I whisper a bit brokenly as I crumble a bit inside. He shushes me gently as I begin to hyperventilate, trying to encourage me to breathe with him. Taking a deep breath, I focus on him and try to let go of the panic creeping in.
He lifts me, shifting until I'm cradled in his arms against his chest. My arms wrap around him, clinging a bit as I try to focus in the moment with him as everything starts to grow fuzzy again. "Stay..." he whispers against my ear, "Stay with me."
His words bring me back as I stare up at him, nuzzling into him. The real world fades in and out as he remains close, a constant, a rock in the storm. He whispers to me, telling me a story to keep me with him in the moment. The fuzziness eases as I relax into the safety of him.
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These fuckass birds HAS to be the inspo for Hawks’ hair, you CANNOT tell me otherwise???
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I dreamt about him last night. I was covered in blood and he washed my hair and held me
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unstoppable force (desire to write) vs immovable object (tired)
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Imagine gently running your fingers through Keigo's hair while he's lying on the sofa, his head resting on your lap and his droopy eyes barely following the program that's playing on the TV anymore, your soft touch slowly lulling him to sleep.
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Leaving
~*~ Chapter 9 ~*~
Hawks x slightly older!fem!Reader
Warnings: more fluff
Word count: 1.2k
Notes: I'm ashamed of myself that it took me literal months to get back to this story 🙈 So, if there's no update even for a long period of time, I haven't abandoned this story at all, I really just didn't find the time to continue. Thank you for being patient with me, everyone ❤️
Prologue * Chapter 1 * Chapter 2 * Chapter 3 * Chapter 4 * Chapter 5 * Chapter 6 * Chapter 7 * Chapter 8 * Chapter 9
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As subtly as you could, you took in your surroundings while following Hawks to his sofa after you had taken off your coat and shoes. His home was spacious with a modern interior. A small kitchen was installed right next to the living area, the furniture looked like they were on the higher end of the price range, and quite frankly, the whole place was basically spotless. How he managed to keep everything in order with a job like that was beyond you. But what surprised you the most was the lack of personal items like pictures or other decorations, or even something that was related to a hobby he might have. "Are ya done checking out my apartment?" Hawks chuckled as he motioned for you to take a seat.
"I'm gonna grab something to drink. Are you okay with some green tea?" You nodded and sat down on the sofa, watching him pouring two glasses of tea in the little kitchen area. "Hawks, can I ask you something?" He looked over his shoulder, a little surprised. "Sure, go ahead," he replied, a smile on his lips, before he turned back to the glasses, ready to carry them over. You pondered for a second on how to phrase the question and if this really was the time to ask but ultimately decided to go ahead without beating around the bush. "Is there anyone present in your life?" His movements came to a hold for a second except for a barely visible twitch of his wings, like he was contemplating on how to answer. Finally grabbing the two glasses, he turned around. "I don't have a girlfriend if this is what you wanna know," he said as if you weren't aware of that fact anyway, wiggling his eyebrows playfully at you while he walked over to set the glasses down on the small table in front of you. Hawks had clearly decided to avoid your question for now. "You know exactly that this is not -" The ringing of the doorbell interrupted you mid-sentence, and Hawks hurried over to the intercom next to the front door. A minute later, he received the delivery and, judging by the way the delivery guy and your boss exchanged pleasantries, they seemed to have occasionally met before, at least.
Hawks closed the door of his apartment and carried over the box of pizza. Opening it, he held it out for you to take a slice before setting it down on the table. He took a seat next to you, barely leaving any space in between, and grabbed a slice of pizza as well. "Look, y/n," the young hero said, voice uncharacteristically emotionless, "my parents aren't in the picture anymore, haven't been for years. I got trained by the HPSC, which means I was surrounded by all those people much older than me without any spare time to go out and make friends." He stared at the baked dough covered in toppings and cheese in his hand. "Until you joined the agency, the closest thing to friends I had were my sidekicks, and I only met them a few weeks prior to meeting you when the agency was opened for business." You nodded, feeling a little uncomfortable with the answer. It reminded you of your own situation and made you sad, honestly. You yourself didn't have any family left. "Sorry, Hawks, I just should have let it go," you said quietly, avoiding to look at him out of guilt for ruining the mood with a question like that. "No, songbird, it's alright."
You were surprised to feel something soft brush against your back and shoulder out of nowhere. Glancing to your side, you quickly realized that his feathers were the culprits. Hawks had carefully laid one of his wings around you in a protective manner, and the warmth radiating from it made you feel at ease. "You see, I'm not a very interesting person. I don't even have any real hobbies to impress you with because I have barely any spare time. But," he smiled, his wing hugging you just a little tighter, "you'll have to tell me more about you for sure. So, how was your trip? I want to know everything. " And with that, he took the first bite out of his slice of pizza, leaving you quite a bit puzzled.
While the both of you sat there, munching away on your take-out, you told him about your trip to your hometown. "My former boss wanted me to say hi to you. He, his wife, and the others thought that it was a real pity that you couldn't make it. The little daughter of my ex-colleauge seems to be a huge fan of yours, by the way." Hawks laughed. "But you're still my biggest fan, right?" You nudged his side with your elbow, only causing him to laugh even harder.
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It was getting late at this point, and both of you had to be back at work tomorrow. Sure enough, Hawks had offered to bring you home, but you didn't feel comfortable causing him any more inconveniences on his birthday and decided to go and flag down a taxi. You had already put on your coat and reached the door of his apartment when you turned to smile at Hawks who had followed behind you. "I had a lot of fun spending your birthday with you. Also, the pizza was really good. Thank you for treating me." A soft smile adorned Hawks' features. "Thank you for stopping by, y/n. It meant a lot to me." You slipped into your shoes, gave the hero a hug, and walked a few steps down the hall until you reached the elevator, pulling your small suitcase along with you. Once inside, you bowed slightly before waving goodbye. "Oh, and, just in case you wondered," he winked at you, "I did hear and feel that." A confused look graced your features when he slightly puffed out his feathers, plucking one of them and holding it up as a hint right before the doors of the elevator closed. It took you a moment to catch up on what he was talking about, but soon enough, realization hit you. He had been talking about yesterday when you had let your finger slide over his feather while wishing him a good night's rest from afar. Of course he did. You should have expected as much.
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Soon, you were fast asleep. The exhaustion of traveling had easily taken over your body once you had laid down and snuggled into the comfort of your bed. Unbeknownst to you, Hawks struggled to get to sleep over at his own apartment, tossing and turning for at least another hour, while way too many thoughts crossed his mind, every single one revolving around you.
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keigo discovering the cowboy hate rule and just sits around with a cowboy hat on, waiting for you to put it on your head.
he's looking at you like;
Okay I had no idea what the cowboy hat rule is so I googled it and found what I think it is referring to ("if you take a cowboy's hat, you have to ride the cowboy") but if you scroll a little down there are pages and pages of cowboy hat rules and etiquitte.
Look at these! I had no idea it was this serious!
Anyways that picture is so cute that's literally him he'd be so pleased with himself... Just sitting and waiting. Waiting.....
You compliment his hat and he says it'd look cuter on you. You respond with "awww thanks" (not what he was looking for) and don't do anything. So Keigo waits. And waits... And really emphasizes, "no, really! I think you'd really pull it off. Like, off my head. And put it on yours."
So you make a mental note, all oblivious, "I just might buy one for myself then!" And he pouts so bad.
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WHAT SUITS YOU MOST
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Keigo Takami x GN!reader
CONTENT: soft hawks, lots of comfort, implications of depression (not detailed), pet names (baby bird, birdie, duckie, dove), reader calls keigo “kei”
WORD COUNT: 683
AUTHOR NOTE: very self indulgent hehe i just wanted to write something for myself based on a prompt i thought up but I like how it came out so im posting it :)
With his wings reduced to a few feathers after a long day of patrol, Keigo offered to take you on a midnight walk. He wrapped his arm around your shoulder as you walked, his jacket hugging your body and surrounding you with the scent of his cologne. Your eyes were heavy, dark circles under them only told Keigo that you were falling again; and he’d do anything he could to catch you.
As he kept you close to his side, you walked along empty streets. Lampposts gleamed down at you both, the shadows hidden in the alleyways cowering away at the sight of your guardian angel. If only your thoughts would do the same, you’d ponder.
“You look cute in my jacket, dove,” Keigo purred, the sweetest birdsong. He smiled at you, amber suns filling up with black as his pupils pinned on you.
You smiled, the sound of his voice filling you with warmth. Resting your head on his shoulder as you waited by the curb for a lone car to pass by, you crossed the road hand-in-hand. Keigo never left your side, never let go of you. Whether or not it was his protective nature, or that he simply enjoyed your presence, it made you feel loved when that voice in your head was telling you otherwise. You looked up as you walked, the stars shining and the moon hung in the sky, beaming. You felt the fur of Keigo’s jacket brush your neck, tickling you. The jacket smelled just like him.
“I can smell your cologne on your jacket.” You thought aloud, earning a small smile from Keigo, who chuckled to himself and held you closer, squeezed your hand tighter.
“It’s your favourite, right?” Keigo remarked.
Your heart burst a little at his question. He remembered the little things about you. He loved you. You were his and he was yours. The day you met was the day the planets and the stars aligned together, as perfect as Keigo said you were.
“Yeah,” you turned to look at him, stars in his eyes. “You remembered,”
Keigo clicked his tongue, stopping for a second. You stood in the street under a blanket of stars, the things you swore had brought you together; now they were here to celebrate your love, crown you in a sheet of stardust, of hope.
“Baby bird, I’ll always remember the little things about you. I find out new things I love about you everyday, the more you blossom like the prettiest flower I’ve ever seen,” Keigo cooed, letting down his walls for you.
You felt your face flush a little as you breathed a laugh, turning your head.
“That was so cheesy, Kei,” you joked, playing off your obvious blush.
Keigo only laughed heartily, cupping your face, peppering your forehead with kisses softer than cotton. His voice resonated with you, reaching deep into the catacombs of your ribs and holding your heart close.
“I can’t help telling you how I feel, duckie,” Keigo pressed his forehead to yours as if you were the only people in the world. “If it makes you smile, then I'll talk your ear off.”
You giggled, Keigo felt his heart melt away. In his eyes, you were just so perfect. Anything you hated about yourself he loved, and would help you see that beauty too. He beamed down at you, admiring how you looked in his jacket. It framed you in all the right ways, hung off you in all the right places. You were a dream he never wanted to wake up from.
“My jacket suits you pretty well, you know?” Keigo remarked, earning a sweet smile from you as your eyes met again, shining under the blessing of the moonlight, “But, smile suits you best, birdie,”
You flushed, heart stopping. Keigo chuckled to himself at your reaction, letting you hide his face in his compression shirt, feeling his body heat against the blush of your cheeks. He held you close, just as he did with your heart. He swore to himself silently that he’d protect you, no matter what.
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Just woke up. Keigo 100% cries when he's in subspace. Like, little sniffles and fat tears and he wipes his eyes with the back of his hand and starts slurring his words and says things like please a lot. Makes grabby hands at you for attention and spoiling, sobs into your chest but still has the audacity to try and plop a nipple in his mouth at the same time.
If you talk down to him he doesn't even question it. He likes it, actually. Goes straight to his cock without him even thinking about it (not that he could think, in this state).
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What if he opened his mouth like a baby bird when he was hungry before the HPSC trained it out of him
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"I would kill for you. I would die for you" would you take a break for me? Would you sit down and rest? For a day, a week, a year? Would you let others take care of your needs for me? Would you let yourself be held for me? By me?
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BABY STEPS
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CONTENT: tw for mentions/references to depression + its effects, comforting keigo, pet names (dove, duckie)
WORD COUNT: 386
AUTHOR’S NOTE: this is self indulgent as heck, wrote some little imagines because i haven’t been feeling my best at all and i wanted to imagine keigo comforting me. be safe, drink water; you’re so loved, friend! <33
Keigo’s observant, he’ll be one of the first to spot when your depression is eating at you, especially since he knows how it feels to be so low.
He always feels so guilty having to leave you alone when he has patrol duty or is sent on missions, so he will send a feather your way to soothe you, letting you know he’s always thinking of you.
You’ll find a couple of sticky notes on your fridge with little reminders too; telling you to drink water, that he made or got your favourite food and it's in the fridge waiting for you, that he loves you.
When Keigo’s with you, he’s not overbearing or pushy. He takes things at your pace, wanting you to be as comfortable as you can with your head being so loud. He’ll hold you close and let you rest with him, if you were hungry he’d help you walk to the kitchen and prepare some food together. He’d pepper you with kisses constantly, your cheeks were never safe from the doting bird’s comfort.
Keigo loves you, and he’s gonna let you know it. He knows depression is scary, it’s all-consuming. He knows that patience is key, and he’d never be mad at you for struggling; you’re in education and struggling to attend classes? He’s gonna keep you safe and help you catch up and revise any material you missed. You haven’t kept up to your personal hygiene? Not a problem, he completely understands as he carries you to the bathroom and gently washes your hair, warm water and your favourite scented shampoo as he massages your scalp as though it was fragile pottery.
If you ever struggled to get out of bed, Keigo wouldn’t hesitate to hold you under your covers for as long as you needed, his wings providing that little bit of extra warmth and comfort. He’ll whisper little affirmations to you and kiss your face gently, slowly. Stroking your hair with one hand and holding you closer to his chest with the other, he’d whisper: “Everything’s fine, dove. I’ve got you now, it’s gonna be alright.”
Keigo understands that healing takes time, and he wants to be there to help you through it; “baby steps, duckie, baby steps,”, he’d reassure you with gentle words on the worst days.
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keigo doesn't like storms at all. one time he went on patrol and his wing almost got caught with a thunderbolt, the heat of the thing searing into his mind and burnt feathers that shed eventually. whenever he's home the night of a storm he insists on holding you, no matter what ur doing , wings curled around you so intensely that the fluff of his feathers tickles. it seems that he's protecting you, but it's more a comfort to his nerves, grounding his senses. he likes to count the lightning strikes and how far away they are too
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Shoutout to Keigo for having the name ever, honestly. I mean that in every way. Yes, it’s a very sexy name and it suits him, very much so, but it’s also just fun to say.
I’ve been stimming with it for the past half hour. Just “Keiiiiiii-go.” on repeat. Very enjoyable (oddly soothing?) to hum softly. He really is a neurodivergent icon.
I do have to wonder what he’d think about his name being a stim, though.
- magpie anon ✦
YEAH YOU'RE SO RIGHT Keigo's name is soooo pretty, it's gorgeous.
Interesting facts about his name from the wiki!
I was actually talking to someone I know recently about Hawks and they're convinced he's ND too, like every time I tell people about Hawks they say the same thing!
I think Keigo would adore that! His head would perk up whenever you say it at first because oh? Hello? Name? But after you explain, he understands. Sometimes repeats it himself under his breath a little, too. He's the type of guy to catch stims, for sure.
Keigo stims a lot in canon. Wiggles when he's made to stay still, taps things when he's thinking. He fidgets, moves a lot in general. Does things with his hands. All that!
And of course, this:
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