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Cooped Up

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Pairing: Hawks/Keigo Takami x reader

Summary: You and your best friend, Hawks, decide to keep each company through quarantine.

Word count: 6.1k

Warnings: unprotected sex

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“The federal government is officially recommending that local agencies enforce a strict lockdown, in order to combat the rapid rise in coronavirus cases. Please adhere to your locality’s guidelines and be sure to stay up to date on them, as guidance is subject to change as we learn more about this epidemic.”

Your eyes widened slightly as you picked up the remote and flipped over to the local news, reading the scrolling text at the bottom of the screen.

A knock at your front door interrupted your efforts. You popped up from your seat on the couch and peered through the peephole to see your closest friend, Hawks, holding a takeout bag.

“Hey,” you smiled as you swung the door open, stepping aside for him to enter. “What’re you doing here? Haven’t you heard there’s a global pandemic outside?”

You playfully cocked an eyebrow as you took the bag from him, moving to set it on the kitchen counter.

“That’s actually precisely why I’m here. I know things have really ramped up the last few days, so I wanted to make sure that you weren’t obsessively watching the news,” he stopped to remove his coat, hanging it up in the hall closet, where he also stored his ear muffs and glasses. “I know this whole thing is getting pretty scary, so I thought I would check in and make sure you’re all right.”

“Oh, that’s really sweet of you,” grabbing your phone from your pocket, you pulled up the app that connects to your tv and switched it off. “But I think I’m doing all right.”

“Mhm,” he raised an assumptious brow as he rested his hands on the kitchen counter, leaning forward as he stood across from you. “So how long have you’ve had the news on for? All day?”

Your smile shifted sideways, much like the way a child’s does when they know they’ve been caught red-handed.

“Define all day..” you rolled your eyes in an exaggerated manner and flashed your best innocent grin in his direction.

“Ah, ah. Don’t give me that face,” he chuckled as he picked up the takeout bag and carried it over toward the kitchen table, wagging a finger in your direction as he shook his head. “I’m becoming immune to it, I swear.”

You laughed as you grabbed a beverage for the both of you from the fridge, following him to the table.

“Hmm, I don’t think so, but whatever you say, man,” you set his drink down in front of him and took your seat opposite him at the table. “It was nice of you to pick up dinner too. What did ya get?”

“Your favorite, of course,” he smiled as he pulled out two containers, setting one down in front of you.

“Awh, thank you so much. You really are the best, you know that?” You grinned back as you both popped open the containers before you and proceeded to dig in.

“Anything for you, sweetheart,” he half-shrugged, with an air of coolness that only he could achieve so effortlessly, as he lifted a bite of food to his lips, smiling softly to himself as he noticed your expression.

You covered your mouth as you chewed, partially to cover your mouth as you prepared to speak, but mostly for the sake of covering the light flush of crimson that was now apparent on your cheeks.

“Do you ever get sick of flirting with every girl you meet?” You tilted your head in a curious gesture as you lifted your eyes to his again, just barely missing the way his gaze lingered on your lips.

“Do you?” He winked as he took another bite, smirking with his mouth half-full.

“Doesn’t really concern me, I s’pose.” The flush of color ebbed back into your cheeks as you laughed off his query.

“Mmbut you sound a little jealous, no?” His smirk melted into a teasing grin.

He didn’t expect you to answer, but if he was being honest with himself, he wished you would. He wished you would tell him that you couldn’t stand it. That it drove you crazy seeing him flirt with another woman. That you wanted him all to yourself. That you wanted him, period.

But how could you have him all to yourself if you didn’t even know the real him?

The sobering thought spoiled his daydreams of you and him together, strolling down the street, hand in hand, for whole world to see. Just like he so desperately wanted.

“Hello? Earth to Hawks?” You giggled as you waved a hand in front of his face, snapping him back from wherever he just was.

“Hmm? Oh, sorry,” he rubbed the back of his neck and offered an apologetic smile. “Guess I kind of spaced out for a second there. Anyway, you were saying?”

“Well, I’m glad to have you back. And since you obviously didn’t hear my answer,” you rolled your eyes with exaggerated dramaticism. “No. Why would I be jealous? I don’t see you personally delivering them their favorite food on a Saturday night.”

He nodded in agreement, “fair point. I do give you pretty preferential treatment, huh? I should be careful not to spoil you, princess.”

You damn near choked on your food at the way the nickname fell from his lips. The timbre of his voice dropping to a lower, more sultry tone that was still just harsh enough to come off as mocking. A pulse awakened between your thighs and you pressed them together in a fruitless attempt to suppress the feeling.

Normally, you’d bite back with a retort or a taunt of your own, but this time, you had nothing. Your brain betrayed you, flooding with ideas of Hawks pinning you down in your bed, just one of his strong hands capturing both of your wrists as he leaned down into your ear to whisper, “tell me what you want, princess”.

“I guess that wouldn’t make me much of a best friend though, huh? Guess I oughta keep spoiling you after all.”

You only half heard his words as you cleared your throat, grounding yourself back to the far less steamy scenario you were actually in.

“Looks like I’m not the only one spacing out tonight. Where ya been, kid?” He raised a curious brow, eyeing you with playful suspicion as he sipped his drink.

“Nowhere special, I promise,” you managed a small smile as you actively waged war with your brain, begging it not to replay the scene over and over in your mind. You needed a distraction. “Oh, I’ve been meaning to ask, how’s all this lockdown stuff going to affect your work?”

“I’m not entirely sure,” he shrugged in response. “I know the agency is going to be open, but only essential personnel will actually be allowed in the building. I’ll still be doing patrols. I just wonder if this whole thing is going to make our jobs harder or easier. I guess we’ll have to wait and see.”

“Yeah, I hadn’t though about that. Do criminals care about deadly viruses?” Your face scrunched up as you pondered the thought. “Well, hopefully they do. Maybe you’ll get some downtime if the streets are a little more quiet.”

“Ha, that’d be nice,” he shook his head. “But I doubt it. I can hope though. I’d probably just be over here pestering you though, so for your own sake, you best hope I stay busy.”

“Pffp, are you kidding? I think after a week or so of this I’m gonna drive you crazy asking you to hang out all the time. You’re gonna be my only window to the outside world for the foreseeable future.”

“Oh, yeah, I guess you’re really on lockdown, huh? They got you working from home?”

“Starting Monday. As of right now, I can only leave for absolute necessities. Although actually, now that I think about it, we shouldn’t be hanging out, right? This isn’t exactly social distancing. We’re bad at this.”

You both laughed quietly as you nodded in simultaneous acknowledgment of your failure to comply with the rules already.

“Well,” Hawks leaned back in his seat and crossed his arms, looking aside in thought. “What if I just..stay here? I mean, you’re alone; I’m alone. Why not try to get through quarantine together? That would be allowed, right? I at least can get outta the house, I’d hate for you to be alone for that long through something like this.”

“You’d do that for me? Seriously?”

His eyes met yours across the table, a smile as caring and genuine as ever on his lips.

“Of course I would. If you’re sure you can put up with me,” he chuckled, sitting upright in his seat again. “I can fly home and pack some necessities to come back with tonight.”

You reached your hand out across the table, resting the pads of your fingers on the back of his hand as he started preparing to clear his place at the table. He paused at your touch, glancing briefly at where your fingers laid before looking at you.

“Thank you, Hawks, really. Not everyone would offer something like that. I really appreciate it,” you pulled your fingers back, smiling shyly as you realized how intimate this moment suddenly felt. “I, uh, really hope I don’t run you off in the first few days.”

You laughed to try and change the mood, standing to clear your own place as he followed your motions.

“You think I could ever get sick of you? Nah, you won’t be running me off anytime soon, I promise,” he winked as he discarded his trash and leaned back against the kitchen counter. “This’ll be fun.”

//Three Weeks Later//

The gentle thud of boots outside the front door was a telltale sign of Hawks’ arrival home.

Home. What a weird thought. It had been a few weeks since he had essentially moved in and it had been going surprisingly well. Everyone always says not to live with your best friend, and maybe it was too early to prove them wrong, but things had been really great so far.

Considering his famously carefree attitude, he was a good roommate. He picked up after himself, did chores he saw needed doing, and even helped to cook dinner, which he would have just done himself, but you both knows he couldn’t be left to his own devices in the kitchen unsupervised.

In a word, it was comfortable. A welcome feeling in the current state of the world. Hawks was the perfect barrier to all the chaos and uncertainty that life had to offer and you were grateful for it, but also, you couldn’t help but to feel like maybe you’d made a mistake.

Living with Hawks was wonderful. Too wonderful. You realized that this arrangement would have end eventually. Best friends don’t live together for the rest of their lives. They find spouses to do that with.

You’d come to terms with the fact that you had liked Hawks before all of this went down, but you’d never use that one forbidden word to describe how you felt. That was too much, too far, too personal.

But now? You couldn’t deny it; you loved the man. You got glimpses of all those little things that really added up to the measure of a man that you knew you wanted to spend your life with.

The way that he made sure to get up before you and start a pot of coffee, so he could have a cup ready for you, made just the way you like.

The way that he always made sure to ask if you needed anything while he was out before he left for the day, even double-checking with you later on, before he made his way home.

The way that he always asked about your day, and actually listened, taking the time to hear you gripe about work when you’d had a rough day.

Nobody’s perfect and maybe that’s true, but Hawks is as close as anyone could ever come.

“Home so soon?” you smiled as he strode through the door and began taking off his shoes and accessories, to include the impressive amount of feathers now coming detached from his wings.

“Yeah, I guess criminals must care about their health, because it’s been pretty quiet this week,” he crossed his arms over his torso, grabbing the ends of his shirt as he pulled it up over his head and what remained of his wings to remove it. “I’m gonna go hop in the shower and then I can help you out with dinner?”

You cleared your throat, an attempt to remind yourself not to let your eyes linger too long on his toned abs or muscular biceps, and nodded as you struggled to keep your eyes on his face.

“Yeah, that sounds good,” you stood from the couch, making your way to the kitchen. “I, uh, I can start cooking actually. Should be mostly done by the time you’re outta the shower.”

“You sure? I don’t mind helping, you’re teaching me quite a few things, actually. Feel like I almost know my way around a kitchen now,” he chuckled as he crossed your path, the scent of his cologne nearly hypnotizing you. The feathers fanning around him as they returned to his wings were not helping.

“Yeah, it’s no trouble, go ahead and shower. It’s dangerous to be half-naked in the kitchen anyway,” you smiled playfully in his direction as you opened the fridge and started grabbing the ingredients you’d need.

When you stepped back to close the fridge, you felt your back hit his chest and you nearly jumped away, dropping some of the vegetables you had grabbed.

“Whoa, sorry, I didn’t mean to spook you,” his chest reverberated in a low chuckle as he rested one hand to your waist and caught one of the vegetables in the other.

A pair of red feathers effortlessly carried the remaining rogue vegetables over to the counter as you regained your composure, which was a feat considering how his hand on your body made your heart leap.

“I told you it was dangerous to be half-naked in the kitchen,” you tried to laugh away the nerves building in your chest as you reluctantly stepped away from him.

“Yeah, I guess you did,” he stepped out of your way and set the vegetable on the counter. “I’ll throw my shirt back on and give you a hand though. I wanna help.”

His smile disappeared briefly as he slid his shirt back on over his face, tugging it down over his torso.

“Okay, just don’t scare me when I’m chopping these up, deal?”

You grabbed a knife and a cutting board, gesturing to the food into front of you on the counter. He nodded and grinned, putting his hands up in mock submission.

“Hey, wouldn’t dream of it.”

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“Thank you for dinner. It was delicious as usual,” Hawks folded his napkin before setting it atop his plate and standing, scooping yours up as he started toward the kitchen. “Glad I’m cooped up with such a good cook.”

He winked, scrapping the excess off the plates into the trash before carefully setting them in the sink.

“Well, I’ve also got a pretty solid sous chef,” you winked in repose, mirroring his smile as you met him at the sink. “Go ahead and shower, I got the dishes tonight.”

“I don’t mi—“

“Go,” you laughed as you made a shooing motion with your hands. “Get outta here! I appreciate it, but I can handle this on my own, I promise.”

He rolled his eyes dramatically, “All right, but if you get in over your head, don’t come cryin’ to me, kid.”

You shook your head as he exited the room, heading upstairs.

Once the dishes were done and the kitchen tidied up, you followed suit and went upstairs to take a shower. You didn’t hear the water running in the guest bath, so you figured his shower must be done with.

Entering your bathroom, you turned the warm water on and tested it with your fingertips; it was still plenty warm for you to take a shower of your own, so you stripped down and stepped inside.

As you proceeded with your routine, you found yourself distracted. Knowing Hawks was just down the hall, likely clad only in a towel, his body still dripping from his own shower, felt like actual torture.

Because as emotionally attached as you had gotten to him, now you could hardly contain how obvious your physical attraction to him was. And could anyone blame you?

He was wildly popular with women for a reason. He was charming and funny, yes, but he was also built like a god and disarmingly handsome. So approachable, but so intimidating at the same time.

You bit your lip, feeling your fingers twitch towards your hips, daring yourself to allow your mind to indulge in your own fantasies of him.

Pressing you up against the wall of the shower, his cock slipping against the wet skin of your hip.

The face he would make when you trailed the pads of your fingers along the underside of his shaft.

How sexy the growl that left his lips would sound once you wrapped your fingers around his length and pressed the head of his cock against your throbbing pussy.

You turned the knob of the shower suddenly to the right, drenching yourself in cold water. The shock made you gasp quietly, but it successfully defended you form your thoughts and encouraged you to finish rinsing the last of the conditioner from your hair.

You stepped out of the shower and wrapped a towel around your shivering frame, still trying to keep your lewd thoughts at bay. If you were going to be friends with Hawks, you didn’t want to have to face him knowing that you’d orgasmed to the thought of him all over you.

A knock at the door stirred you from your internal struggle and you were suddenly embarrassed at the fact that you were on this side of the door, naked as sin, awhile he as just on the other side.

“Y-yeah?” was all you managed to choke out.

“Hey, that movie we were talking about the other day is actually on Netflix. You wanna watch it with me?”

“Oh, uh, yeah sure! Lemme just get dressed and I’ll be right down,” you scrunched your face, chastising yourself silently.

He didn’t need to know you were naked. You volunteered that information, you dolt.

“Oh, uh, okay, yeah. I’ll uh—I’ll go have it ready for when you come down,” his voice sounded void of its usual confidence as it carried through the door that separated you.

On the other side, Hawks was also silently admonishing himself for getting so easily flustered.

What was he? A virgin school boy? No. He was Hawks. The number two hero, who just so happened to be dubbed a playboy by most hero gossip mags.

He shook his head, running a hand over his face as he sighed and sauntered down the stairs. It was getting more and more difficult for him to withhold his true feelings about you and he had no choice but to acknowledge that fact now as he perched himself on the couch, his large wings draped over the back.

It was just so easy to love you. So easy to come to your smiling face every day, always so happy to see him, even if your day had been absolute shit. You would smile and ask how his patrols went and then always offer to fix dinner for the two of you, so you could both chat more about your day.

You even took the time to show him around the kitchen, which he thought was going to be a hopeless task when he offered to help the first time, but you were so patient and forgiving with him. You really were a wonderful teacher. It was like nurturing and understanding just flowed through you so easily.

That’s the kind of woman he wanted—no, needed. Someone who he could come home to and feel completely safe with. He’d never had that in his life and he desperately craved a life like that, but now he couldn’t imagine it with anyone but you.

He let his head fall back as he briefly stared up at the ceiling, before closing his eyes as if to better lament his predicament.

“Fuck.”

You heard his exasperated expletive as you landed at the foot of the stairs and cocked your head to one side in concern.

“Is everything okay?”

His head snapped up as he straightened himself on the couch and looked in your direction.

“Oh—uh, y-yeah..” he trailed off, his eyes hovering over your silhouette for a beat longer than normal. “Just realized I forgot something at the office. No big deal.”

He patted the spot on the couch beside him as he put his foot up on the ottoman.

“C’mere, I was just getting the movie queued up,” scooping up the remote, he glanced back at you, unabashedly looking you over now. “Is that, uh, a new outfit? I don’t think I’ve ever seen you in it.”

“Hmm? Oh, yeah,” you smiled sheepishly as you looked down at the pajama set you had donned. “I just got it in actually. Quarantine really has me out here making more than a few retail therapy hauls.”

You’d be lying if you said you hadn’t bought this very outfit with his reaction in mind. It was comfortable, but it was also a tad more revealing than you normally went for with pajamas. A pair of curve-hugging, high-waisted shorts that just barely covered your ass paired with a cropped scoopneck tank top. You didn’t think you’d have the nerve to wear it in front of him, but you were surprising even yourself these days.

“Well, it looks really great on you. S’a shame you’re wasting it on me,” his eyes lingered for a moment longer, causing your cheeks to burn as you walked toward the couch.

“I mean, at least some gets to see it,” you plopped down next to him, curling your feet up beside you as you mentally squealed, delighted that he’d had a reaction to your ensemble after all. “And I suppose if anyone’s worthy, you are.”

“Oh, well that means a great deal coming from you, sweetheart,” he flipped through the menu, scrolling for the correct title as his arm instinctively rested atop the back of the couch, just behind you, though he wanted nothing more than to drape his arm over your shoulder. “You’re the only judge of character that I trust anymore, y’know.”

His lips curled up in a half smile as he glanced over at you, daring to let his fingers brush along your shoulder. The way you froze and then settled into his touch had his heart hammering in his chest so hard that he swore you could hear it as he pressed play on the film of choice.

“Really? You gotta get out more,” you giggled and bit the inside of your lip, swallowing your fear on a whim as you angled your body toward him and leaned into his chest.

He responded immediately by wrapping his arm around you and pulling you in even closer, his other hand dropping the remote on the couch in favor of delicately tucking two fingers beneath your chin.

The world seemed to come to a dizzying halt as you looked up into his golden eyes, watching them hover over your lips before he met your gaze, as if asking for permission.

You didn’t give yourself the chance to question if this was even real before you leaned in, silently begging him to come closer and connect your lips with his, which he eagerly obliged.

His fingers moved from your chin to gently cup your face as he captured your lips in a slow, sweet kiss. You nervously pressed your hand to his chest, sighing through your nose as you kissed him back, trying to convey everything you’d been feeling these past few weeks in this one, perfect embrace.

Curling your fingers against his chest, you tugged gently at the tank top he wore and parted your lips, pausing for only a moment before kissing him with more fervor, which he returned in earnest.

It was a moment suspended in time. A beautiful mosaic of feverish, but delicate kisses the two of you shared back and forth, as if conversing with the way your lips moved against one another’s. When he reluctantly pulled away, you found that both of you were breathless and unable to pull your eyes off the other.

“Do you have any idea how long I’ve been wanting to do that?” He chuckled softly as he brushed his thumb across your cheek.

“Hopefully not as long as I have,” you let out a breathy giggle as you rested your hand over his, pulling his palm atop your lips to press a gentle kiss to it.

He interlocked his fingers with yours, resting your joined hands between you as he gently pressed his forehead against yours and closed his eyes.

“I have something to tell you, Y/n,” his voice sounded notably more somber as he gave your hand a gentle squeeze.

“Hawks—,” you leaned back slowly, opening your eyes to take in his enigmatic expression when he cut you off.

“Keigo,” his hand gave yours another careful squeeze. “My real name is Keigo Takami. I don’t want to do this with you if I can’t even tell you who I really am. I don’t want to have any secrets between us.”

Tears were threatening to fall from your eyes upon realizing the significance of this moment. You’d known Hawks for years now, but you’d let go of thinking you’d ever learn his real name. You didn’t quite understand why it was such a secret; all you had known was the way he had reacted when you had first asked. He wasn’t rude, but he was very firm in his wishes to never disclose it and he had assured you that it wasn’t personal. Which it wasn’t, because no one knew his name. No one, except you.

A single tear began to fall, but was swiftly wiped away by a swipe of his thumb over your cheek as a sad smile lingered on his lips.

“I’m sorry that it’s taken me so long to tell you something so simple, but I wanna tell you everything, love,” he cupped your face in his hand once again, smiling softly as he felt you lean in to his touch.

“Keigo,” you reached your own hand up to hold his face, feeling your heart swell as his eyes lit up in recognition of you using his real name. “Thank you for telling me. I don’t know what else you feel the need to tell me, but you can do so in your own time, okay? Nothing is going to change the way that I feel about you. Nothing..”

“You don’t understand,” his face fell, his eyes dropping from your gaze as he reached to pull your hand from his face and into his lap, playing absently with your fingers.

“I don’t care,” you pressed one hand to his chest, craning your neck in front of him to meet his eyes again. “I love you, Keigo. I swear to you that nothing will ever change that.”

He blinked a few times in succession, as if he was unable to comprehend the words that fell from your lips, but then he smiled and leaned forward, pressing his lips to yours once again as both of his arms encircled you, pulling you close, so that you were now straddling his lap. Both of your hands rested on his shoulders, snaking around his neck to pull him impossibly closer until he pulled his head back to look up at you with nothing but adoration in his eyes.

“I love you too, Y/n,” his large hands now fell to your hips, keeping your steady in his lap as his eyes searched yours. “I’ve loved you for who knows how long now. I know these aren’t the most ideal circumstances, but these past few weeks with you have been the best of my life. I don’t think that I can live without you anymore.”

“Then don’t,” your fingers played with the hair at the nape of his neck and you smiled down at him. “Stay here with me. Never leave me, Keigo.”

His lips captured yours once again and you could feel the wide smile on his face as your lips collided.

“I won’t, baby,” his hands gave your hips a light squeeze, which drew a quiet moan from your lips as you pushed your hands into his hair, suddenly aware of how empty you felt.

You ground your hips against his, desperate for some friction, which you found on the bulge that had appeared beneath his sweatpants. He groaned as he took your bottom lip between his teeth, tugging gently as he rubbed circles into your hips bones and rutted his hips back up into yours.

“Fuck, Keigo, take me, please,” your lips moved against his hungrily and you gently tugged at his blonde locks.

A quiet growl left his lungs as he stood up, wrapping your legs around his waist as he supported you beneath your thighs.

“Oh, I will, baby,” he started walking toward the stairs, never breaking the connection of your mouths as he spoke in a gruff voice against your lips. “But I’m not taking you on the couch like some boy. I’m gonna fuck you in your bed like a man.”

You moaned in response to his promise, massaging your tongue against his as he effortlessly carried you up the stairs and down the hallway to your bedroom.

Utilizing a single feather, he pushed the door open before carrying you through the doorway, laying you down gently in your bed as he crawled atop you.

The vision of him hovering over you with his majestic, crimson wings splayed out behind him was the most beautiful sight you had ever seen, but your body didn’t have the patience to drink it all in and neither did his.

Rough hands climbed up your sides, pushing beneath the fabric of your tank top to cup your breasts as his lips found yours again. Your hands flew to his waistband, tugging them down as far as you could from your position beneath him. He reached one hand down to assist you, discarding both his sweats and boxer briefs in one fell swoop.

The hand that remained on your breast kneaded your flesh gently as he rolled your nipple between his fingers, earning him a soft whine from your breathless lungs. You could feel him smile against your neck as he moved his lips there, kissing and sucking over the new sensitive spots he discovered so easily. He brought his lips up to the shell of your ear, whispering huskily as he tucked the fingers of his free hand into the waistband of your shorts.

“Do you know many times I’ve thought about this? How hard I’ve gotten for you every time I’ve seen you parading around in your pajamas? How badly I’ve wanted to bend you straight over the kitchen table and fuck you?”

You hadn’t known, but you could feel how hard he was now. His impressive erection was grinding against your hip, while he uttered such sinful words into your ear. Sparing a glance down, you could see exactly how impressive it was. He was big. Not just in length, but in girth too, and the swollen head of his cock was already slick with small beads of precum.

You moaned needily in his ear, so worked up that you weren’t sure if you could find the right words to say. You’d show him instead. Reaching down, you wrapped your fingers around his thick length, using your thumb to spread the liquid at his top along his member and the groan that he let out had your hips bucking up into his, desperate to relieve the pressure building between your thighs.

“Fuck, baby, I can’t wait to be inside you,” the fingers inside your waistband tugged suddenly, removing your panties along with your shorts, which he promptly tossed aside before pressing two fingers against your heat. “But first, I wanna make sure you’re properly warmed up.”

You were already soaking through your panties, so it was easy enough for him to sink both fingers into you, but he did so slowly, savoring the way you felt around him. His cock twitched in your hand as you languidly stroked up and down, occasionally swiping your fingers up over his sensitive head.

“Damn, already so wet for me, sweetheart? You want this bad too, huh?” His soft lips feather kisses along your jaw and down your neck as you tilted your head back in pleasure when he started to pump his fingers at a steady pace inside of you, using his thumb to draw circles against your clit.

“A-ah..! Y-yes, please, fuck me, Keigo. Please, please, I need you..” you cried out, begging for the ache deep in the pit in your belly to be soothed.

He need no further instructions. Leaning back on his haunches, he placed both of his capable hands on the back of your thighs, spreading your legs, so that he could line up his cock with your center. With one swift thrust, he was filling you, stretching your pussy around his girth.

“Oh, fuck,” he stilled and closed his eyes, marveling at how you felt clenched around him and giving you a necessary moment to adjust to his presence. “You feel so damn good, baby.”

He leaned down, resting an elbow on either side of your torso and he ensnared your lips, kissing you deeply as he began to thrust at a slow pace. It was almost too much already; the way his cock dragged along your walls had you crying out against his lips as you kissed him back.

“Keigo,” a desperate mewl escaped you and your hands found purchase against his strong chest.

His eyes locked on yours, clouding with a deeper, darker shade of lust as his sped up the rhythm of his hips against yours, “Say it again.”

“K-Keigo..!” your nails dug into the skin of his chest as you dragged them down, grasping at him like he was going to disappear at any moment.

“That’s it, keep saying my name, baby,” he groaned, dropping a hand to scoop up one of your thighs, pushing it up toward your chest as he leaned back to begin fucking into you at a near merciless pace, placing a hand on your hip to give his thumb access to toy with your swollen clit. “Let the whole neighborhood know who’s lucky enough to fuck this tight little pussy of yours.”

You could feel the coil within you threatening to snap, though you wanted nothing more than to relish this feeling forever, you knew you couldn’t last much longer. His words were the final push you needed over the cliff. Your walls tightened around his, spasming wildly as a scream ripped from your chest, your spine momentarily leaving the bed and you arched into him.

“Keigo! Fuck, fuck, oh fuck, Keigo!” The way you squirmed beneath him only made it easier for him to hit that special spot deep within you, making your eyes roll back as you lost your breath, unable to even make a sound anymore.

The sight of you coming so completely undone underneath him, coupled with the unexplainable pleasure of how your cunt was fluttering around him now, milking his throbbing cock, had him unable to hold out any longer. His head fell back as he grunted, his hips stuttering the moment he released into you. His chest heaved as he dropped your thigh, returning his elbow to rest beside your torso and he continued to thrust into you, fucking his hot seed deeper and deeper within your walls until you were both absolutely spent.

He reluctantly unsheathed his emptied cock from within you and collapsed beside you, breathless, but never wanting to leave this embrace. His arm draped over you, carefully pulling you close to him as he pressed a kiss to your forehead and protectively enveloped you both within his wings.

“I love you, Y/n.” Gentle fingers dragged lazily along your shoulder, sending soft shocks of pleasure through your overstimulated body as you curled into his chest.

“I love you, too, Keigo.”

ع｡˖⁺𝐋𝐈𝐕𝐈𝐍' 𝐈𝐓 𝐔𝐏 !

#-CHAPTER ONE

ಌ including: hawks x fem!reader

ಌ genre cw : fluff

ಌ cw: none

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motive: ariana grande ft doja cat

Some might think living with a handsome, ravishing no.2 hero hawks is just like a dream. However, you know what bullshit that is. Yeah, he has his looks but can't settle down in a relationship for the life of him. Though some people understand, he's too fast. And you should knew, he always came back past 12pm he's rarely in the penthouse and if your being honest as much as he hates the term, Keigo's an workaholic.

So sometimes you go up to the board yourself, telling them how he's this critical condition and how its ridiculous they demand paperwork while he's still bruised. While Keigo thinks its amusing how you couldn't care less about the repercussions of you speaking without a care in the world, you seriously worry about his care being under that charming smile.

"How many times do you have to fall through a building, leaving me to bandage your coo coo birdy ass up only to do it all over again? Not paying me for the endless professional health kits?" Stifling a laugh he shrugged his shoulders, "Well when you put it like that, I kinda feel bad." You heard the sarcasm in his voice, making you suddenly tighten the bandage around his forearm. Earning a hiss in pain from him, his head falling back on the couch. "Oh pipe down, you felt much worse than this right?" You teased, wrapping it more gently before tying it up.

"Thanks doc, can I get a kiss for being a good patient-" Using your quirk you threw a pillow at his face, hiding your slight blush. "Shut up and get ready for bed, I went to the board they're giving you a couple of days off." You explained, putting the bandages and disinfectant back into the container. "Birdy you didn't have to do that, all I needed was a good nights sleep and I would've been fine-" Shooting him a glare he chuckled, "Fine fine, I'll rest up." "Good."

Closing the lid to the box, it floated back into your bathroom as you went to the kitchen to get a late night snack. "Yknow its funny, you say you hate me yet, you care for me just as much." He remarked making your blush return, lucky your back was facing him. "How could I not? You literally leave at times of the night when I'm still sleeping, I wake up your gone only to come back at like 1am." You started, still going on as you closed the pantry door with a small bag of marshmallows.

"I-I get worried at times Kei, I know you can't always tell me where your going, but atleast know your somewhat safe here resting." You finish turning around, your eyes finally meeting his slightly widen ones. "Well, how about this I'll start leaving you notes everytime before I leave, and if your not awake I'll leave a feather or two to tickle you out of your sleep." He teased with a slight smirk on his face, "Yeah right, but you don't have to do that Kei I feel like that would be slight of a hassle just for me to know-" Your eyes looked down at the island countertop for a mere second, only to have your eyes locked on his with him now infront of you.

"Hey, if it means having you not worry so much I'll do it." He began, his eyes softer as his hand found its way ontop of yours. "Unless you want me to be here all the time?" He teased once more, his red pupils staring into yours as if waiting for a reaction. Not wanting him to tease you further you decided to do some teasing of your own, "Well I mean that would give me a further peace of mind, plus you'd be here with me." You stated, not expecting to see a light hint of blush over the winged hero's cheeks. Even his wings ruffled slightly at the comment.

"Look who's blushing now? Anyways, since its getting late and I'm not tired yet..wanna watch a movie?" Still stunned by your replied, he just nodded. "Uhm, yea sure. Your pick." Feeling his hand pull back you felt a slight ping of sadness, before making your way over to the his room to watch a movie. Keigo had always had a bigger bed because of his wings, he even had it custom made so its bigger than a kings.

Little did you know, a lot more embarrassing moments would happen in that bedroom.

ع｡˖⁺𝐋𝐈𝐕𝐈𝐍' 𝐈𝐓 𝐔𝐏 !

#-CHAPTER TWO

ಌ including: hawks x fem!reader

ಌ genre: fluff

ಌ cw: none, just keigo being a sweetheart

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needed me: rihanna

you had hanged out in hawk's room before, hell you even took naps in his room when he wasn't there. Its not your fault his bed just happens to be more cozier than your own, his feathers that are scattered in the room not bothering you as you fell asleep.

So it was no surprise when you felt your own eyes get heavy, Kei of course noticed this and was amused by how you refused to rest your head on his shoulder. "Your seriously gonna keep nodding off and snapping back awake? Or are you that determined to stay awake with me hm?" You rolled your eyes tiredly, before giving in and resting your head on his shoulder.

"There happy?" You asked sleepily, not knowing how the blonde's heart beated faster feeling you unconsciously snuggling into his side. "Don't get any ideas dummy..this is a one time thing.." You trailed off, linking your arm with his pressing your face now against his bicep. Looking down at your tired expression he smiled softly, trying to control the happy fluttering of his wings.

Craning them around you both, acting as a blanket. "One time thing huh? Guess I'll make the most of it." He continued to watch the movie, glancing at your sleeping expression occasionally. Once he saw his clock turn 1am, kei decided to let you sleep in his bed. Besides your reaction when you found yourself under his sheets would be priceless. Lifting your legs up slightly, he pulled the duvet over you both.

You shifted in your sleep slightly, shuffling closer to the blonde from a lack of touch. Keigo had loved that factor about you, no matter how many times you say you hate him you need his touch no matter the situation. And this was no different, so happily Kei gently wrapped an arm around your waist as to not cause you to stir in your slumber. Using a feather, he turned off the tv focusing on your tired features.

Your slightly messy hair, your face smushed into his chest, and soft snores leaving your lips. Yeah he had it bad for you, fighting the urge to kiss your lips he took one last long look at your sleeping face before drifting to sleep himself.

ع｡˖⁺𝐋𝐈𝐕𝐈𝐍' 𝐈𝐓 𝐔𝐏 !

#-CHAPTER THREE

ಌ including: hawks x fem!reader

ಌ genre: fluff

ಌ cw: none

next chapter

wildest dream: by taylor swift

you were sleeping soundfully, snuggled up against a pillow when you felt something soft on your nose. "Kei staph it, m'tryna sleep here." You mumbled, tossing and turning the tickling on your nose not stopping until moments later. Huffing in victory you were on the brim of going back to sleep when you felt tiny soft things tickling your sides.

You urpted into a fit of giggles as you woke up, looking for Keigo only to see his vermillion feathers. "Of course." You rolled your eyes smiling, finding a small note attached to the lamp you slept next to.

Good morning princess, did you know you were so clingy in your sleep~? And don't be embarassed its cute. I'll be back soon dove <3 Love Keigo

Your cheeks went read as you read the note, "How did he know I'd be embarrassed-?! Dumb bird.." You mumbled, before realizing that his feathers can pick up sound. "Hey chuckle fuck can you stop by that bakery that I like later, I want sum donuts I'll pay you back by not punching you." You said dryly, earning a your hair getting ruffled by one of the feathers as your answer. Then the reality hit you, you spent a night in his bed. Your blush darkened quickly, burying your face with one of his pillows.

Did something happen? Did he kiss you, did you kiss him? Just at that moment you felt a feather tickle your feet making you giggle into the pillows, "Q-quit it! Shouldn't you be on patrol?" Putting the pillow back in place you fought the urge to ethier stay in his bed and face the teasing that follows with it, or get along with your day. While staying in bed all day, more importantly his bed was a nice thought you knew you had to get going.

Rubbing your eyes your feet padded on the wooden floor as you walked to your room, the feathers following behind you. As if Kei was actually here, well in retrospect he was. Kei never did like leaving you alone, he knew the feeling and he also knew how much you liked being looked after even when his not always around. That might be the reason why you and him rarely fought if not never, you both understood each other so much without having to say anything.

Which makes the whole relationship you both have slightly weird, Kei is a very direct person. The media and you both know that, so why is it that when Kei's taking pictures with his fangirls or when he's nonchalantly flirting with other girls you feel this twist in your heart everytime? Your not together but it doesn't help that he says and does things that make you feel otherwise, you've even heard him say multiple times he's not really ready for a relationship. More so to get to know the person, he rather just have someone in mind or have known some one for a long time-

"Wait-" You stopped your actions and movements as your mind went crazy, putting your toothbrush back in its stand you paused. Making sure to not say anything as to not alert the feathers following you. 'Was he dropping a hint for me?!' You thought, leaving the bathroom as you started pacing back and forth in your bedroom. "Wait why am I even concerned about this-?" You asked yourself out loud, sitting on your queen sized bed.

After all if Kei had someone else in mind it shouldn't be of your concern, truthfully you should be happy he found someone to spend his free time with..right? You tried to convince yourself that whoever Hawks sought after you wouldn't get jealous no matter how hard your heart hurts. Despite making sure your jealousy wouldn't affect your relationship with the winged hero, you felt a slight tear roll down your cheek at the thought.

Suddenly you saw the once immobile feather wipe the tear from your eye, making you smile softly. No, no matter who he chose you would be happy for Keigo and look out for him. Just as he does for you.

-`ღ´- 8:37pm

you were finishing up some paperwork when you heard someone landing on the balcony, a soft smile perked up at your lips. "Hey kid, you ok?" You looked up from the table to see keigo with a slight worried look on his face, "Yeah I'm fine bird brain, why wouldn't I be." You stated, your eyes traveling back to your paper, feeling him walk towards you. "I'm serious you seemed a little off this morning, you were crying kid."

You had hoped he didn't bring this up, he saw the hesitation on your face. Knowing you were gonna change the subject he took the pen you were using with a feather, "H-hey!" You stood up from the table trying to reach the pen, you were just about to float of the floor to jump and reach the feather when Kei held you down.

"Y/n please, tell me what was bothering you." You knew he was serious, he never used your first name. But you didn't want to lie. What could you say? You broke your gaze and sighed softly, "I, look I was just thinking about some guy earlier. Thats it." You confessed, catching the slight irk in his eyebrow for a spilt second. "Seriously? Your gonna have to tell me more than that dove." He loosened his grip on your wrist, "I was- I was worried that he might not feel the same way I do." You confessed, your gaze not meeting his.

You saw his wings ruffle slightly at your confession, "Oh..well if thats all that was bothering you, I'll leave you to this paperwork you know where to find me." He said blankly, walking past you placing your pen back on the table, not even bothering to ruffle your hair or making an attempt to kiss your cheek. You felt worse than before, did he think you liked someone else? God you really screwed up now.

But wait..why was he upset?

ع｡˖⁺𝐋𝐈𝐕𝐈𝐍' 𝐈𝐓 𝐔𝐏 !

#-CHAPTER FOUR

ಌ including : hawks x fem!reader

ಌ genre: fluff

summary: none

we fell inlove in october: girl in red

the usual teasing conversations between you and Keigo hadn't been going on as frequently as you would've liked since your 'confession'. Although you weren't lieing, its just that guy you were so worried about is also the guy who now thinks you have eyes for someone else. When that couldn't be more wrong, but how could you tell him? You had to do something, the apartment didn't feel the same without his flirting and feathers planning surprise tickle attacks on you.

But to your luck a rather anxious phone call saved you, not that you would know but a little bird was listening in after just getting back from patrol. Keigo had just made it back before it had started to rain so you didn't hear him land on the balcony. "I know Rumi its just..its complicated ya know?" Overhearing you talking on the phone he decided to be quite and listen in to the conversation, he didn't like eavesdropping (its Keigo ofc he fucking does) but it might bring insight as to why you have been more silent than usual lately.

"Are you crazy I can't just go, oh I know I made it seem like I had a thing for a nonexistent guy when really that nonexistent guy is you! Wanna go chirping at 4am together? That sounds like an unwiped asshole excuse." You ranted. Slumping agaisnt the hallway wall. That was his answer, he wanted to run up to you and kiss you all over your face but as much as he wanted to, he couldn't. First off, he had been listening to you conversation instead just asking you whats wrong. Keigo wanted to tell you how he felt so badly but it didn't feel right this way, he's always told you if you needed to rant about something you can always tell him.

And you didn't, you told Mirko. So to respect your privacy, despite knowing Keigo choose to act like he just got back and pretend he didn't hear one word of the conversation. Kei heard a voice on the other side of the phone going, "Was that him?" And you humming in response before hearing you hang up and approach him. "Hey Kei, you alright? Its raining pretty hard out there." He gave you a slight smile replying with, "Yeah it is, but I got back in time. And what happened to bird brain? I kinda miss that one."

You tucked your phone in your pocket, rubbing your shoulder. Your eyes on the floor before following to his, "We..we need to talk about last week." You said, now sure of yourself. "But first, let me dry your hair. Its gonna drip all over my new rug idiot.." Going to take a towel from the your bathroom closet, Keigo smiled softly glad things were going back slightly to they way they were.

-`ღ´-

Kei sat on the couch his head tilted back as you softly dried his hair, "You know when I said was worried about some guy?" He hummed in response, his hazel eyes looking up at you. Taking a breath you started, "Well it wasn't a lie, but more so a not all the way told truth. W-what I mean is- guy is you." You said hesitantly, taking the towel away from his head. Your eyes not meeting his, the air in the atmosphere grew thick as you waited for a response. Rain could be heard pattering against the windows as the room remained silent.

"I had a feeling you liked me." Your eyes went wide as your eyes darted to his to see the wide grin on his lips, "Wait what?" He chuckled airy sitting up, turning to look at you "Yknow your bad at hiding your emotions when you like someone. Especially in your sleep." You turned away from him in slight annoyance and heavy embarrassment, only to find him smirking infront of you. "Your not denying it~" Your eyes never met his, feeling his heavy gaze on your figure, knocking down your poker face attitude. "Well you never said if you felt the same way.." You mumbled.

"What was that doll? Couldn't hear ya." You grew with embarrassment as you began to turn away from him, "You heard me, you damn birdbrain." Stooping down to your eye level, his smirk faded and you only saw a soft smile on his face. "Maybe I did, but I wanna see your face when I tell you." Reluctantly you dragged your eyes up to his, getting an eyefull of his handsome face and piercing golden eyes. "I like you too dove. Hell I kinda love ya actually."

Your eyes widened at the last comment, "You do?" He chuckled at your starstruck expression, "Pretty much unless you happen to love me more?" You rolled your eyes punching his arm, "Shut up, you dumb birdy.." Pouting, Keigo jutted his bottom lip out. "No I love you kiss? Woww, and here I was thinking you love me." Rolling your eyes once more, you headed to your bedroom to change into some pjs. "Gotta work for it pretty bird." You stated, not knowing the effect of nickname on the blonde.

"P-pretty bird? Thats a new one." You giggled at his embarrassment, turning around in your tracks. Walking back towards the winged hero you smile softly taking his face in both hands, "Yknow the hardest part about all this? I can't deny you of anything, at any point in my life." A dorky grin tucks at the corners of his lips, "Does that mean I can get a kiss?" He asked, his wings ruffling with excitement his eyes the same. Full of happiness like a child, "Yeah, after all pretty birds deserve only the best kisses~" You cooed, before pressing your lips softly on his.

Butterflies swirling all in your stomach as you felt him wrap his arms around your waist. At that moment you could feel everything you never could, his warm hands on your back. His soft skin your hands, and the warmth that his lips bring you on yours. After what seemed like forever he pulled back his forehead resting on yours, "Sleep in my room tonight?" You giggled placing a shorter but passionate kiss on Keigo's lips, "Sure bird brain."

(dw loves theres more after this <33)

𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐎𝐌 𝐇𝐀𝐖𝐊𝐒 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐍𝐎𝐍𝐒

✾˚featuring :: keigo x secretary fem!reader

✾˚summary :: random hawks hcs as his secretary

✾˚ description + notes :: tooth rotting fluff, keigo being silly but sweet, possessiveness?, sweet simpy keigo, I didn't mean to make this so long but it really helped me feel a whole lot better! I love keigo omfg

Since he is the #2 hero its no suprise the amount of attention he gets on a daily is overloading, you understand that. You've even gotten some publicity for being his secretary. No matter how many times he claims the attention doesn't mean all that much to him, you know he loves it. And anytime you say anything about it he'll get all dramatic and say, "Aw is my angel jealous? You shouldn't be ya know, the only attention I want is from you~"

No questions asked you both have a Penelope and morgan relationship (criminal minds), tho you say you can't stand him he knows the truth

He'll drop off your favorite food for you everyday on the dot, for your lunch break, delivered by one of his vermilion feathers. Always ruffling up your hair before leaving.

Keigo knows you can handle yourself, but he can't help but spy a little when you went out with a 'friend'. He ran a background check on the guy just to be sure, when he started acting slightly on edge you asked if something was wrong. Once he told you it felt like someone was watching him you already knew what winged hero it was. You told hawks that there was no need to spy on your outing, and that the guy you were talking to already had a girlfriend. You held back a grin when you saw the look on keigo's face, instead you gave him an opening. "Were you really spying on me to look out for me birdie? Or we're you jealous because you thought we were on a date?"

You enjoyed seeing the blush on his face, but quickly mirrored his expression when he told you how he felt. "So what if I was? I bet you would die to go on a date with me anyways, your always muttering to yourself about how you 'hope im not being a show-off'." You went silent as he chuckled at your shy demeanor, gently pulling you into a hug, "I might be reckless sometimes, but i'll always come back okay? Especially for my angel."

❦ FAMILY MEN

ft. aizawa, hawks, bakugo, dabi

MASTERLIST

—aizawa

your daughter looked up at eri as she taught the younger girl how to style hair clips and accessories. your daughter was just over a year old, curious about things but not good with coordination, so eri enjoyed being the big sister and teaching her all about fashion. and who was the model for her cosmetology lessons? none other than your husband, shota. there was nothing his girls couldn’t get away with, so he sat patiently as he graded work on the floor as they tugged and pulled on his black locks. every once in a while there was a wince or grimace on his face because they weren’t that gentle, but he didn’t say anything. you silently laughed watching them from across the room, thinking that you couldn’t have chosen a better man.

—hawks

the habitual babbling of your little boy rang through the kitchen. you looked up at the clock because you knew your boyfriend would be coming home around this time. it seemed your son was starting to get a sense of time by figuring out when his dad came back everyday. and just as planned, the front door flew open, and a rush of red flew in front of you, straight to the highchair as keigo lifted your son. the air was instantly filled with giggles and kisses as the hero greeted his pride and joy. for a minute you were an afterthought, going back to your work until he gave you a few sweet kisses in greeting, son still in his arms.

“can we have a girl next?” he asked and you smiled at him sarcastically.

“can i have a ring?”

—bakugo

you heard him shouting from the other room.

“don’t put that in your mouth! give me that!”

your daughter babbled in the same tone right back at him. despite not knowing how to speak yet, she gave her dad the exact same amount of attitude that he dished out. you were curious and apprehensive to see when she grew up.

“don’t talk to me that way!”

“katsuki!” you called. “keep it down.”

your husband emerged from the room, holding a freshly changed daughter on his hip who was muching happily on a clean diaper.

“she started it.” he grumbled and you rolled your eyes at his beef with an eight month old. “anyway, i—ow, shit!”

your daughter had bit his shoulder, obviously preferring her dad over the diaper.

—dabi

“i’m home!” you called but got no reply. you kicked off your shoes and went searching for your boys, only to find them in your bedroom. both were napping on the bed, dabi curled his body around his son as if to protect him from the world. your little boy had one hand grasping his dad’s shirt tightly, the other grabbing at dabi’s mouth, some fingers having pulled his lip down a bit. your heart melted at the sight, and you immediately sighed. your instinct was to curl up with them and hold them, but you couldn’t bring yourself to disturb them so you just watched fondly for a couple minutes before dabi’s eyes naturally fluttered open. he blinked a bit before noticing you.

“if he doesn’t get his hand out of my mouth i’m burning him.”

“toya, no.”

Making cookies (Hawks/Keigo X F!reader)

Hello everyone! My name is Vi and this is my first time writing in this app so I hope you enjoy it!❤️ (Sorry if there are any grammatical mistakes, english is not my first language 🙈)

All character reservations to Horikoshi

Warnings: none, just fluff

It's been a very long week for Hawks. Fighting villains, rescuing civilians and dealing with the commission was too much! Sometimes he wishes to just stay at home with y/n where he could be "Keigo", a normal guy who enjoys cuddling on the couch watching movies while his girlfriend strokes his hair.

The bird man arrived past 1 AM, he was really exhausted and needed to rest but, once laying on bed, all he could do was stare at the ceiling and think about what had happened that day. Apparently, sleeping was not al option so Hawks opted for having a shower in order to relax.

While in the shower he heard a huge impact coming from downstairs. Rushing outside the bathroom, he found y/n nowhere to be seen and instantly panicked. He thought that maybe Dabi and the others had find out about him being undercover in the LOV all this time and were taking you away from him.

He came downstairs flying, ready to fight but instead he found his s/o measuring ingredients in the kitchen. She turned around and smiled at him saying "I heard you could't sleep so I thought 'how about we make some cookies?' "

To say Keigo was astonished was understanding. First, he was worried that someone may have hurt you and then, you were suggesting making cookies out of nowhere. Even though his heart was beating so fast, he was glad she was safe and wanted to spent time with him. So he took her hand and pulled her closer while interlocking their fingers and plant a kiss on her forehead, mumbling "Thanks love"

Y/n looked at him questioning and said "Why is that?" "Because you always understand me even when I don't do it myself and right now you are sacrificing your hours of sleep just to be with me" Keigo said and continued "I really needed your company but I didn't want to wake you...I'm so glad to have you, birdie"

He cup his s/o's cheek and leaned in for a sweet kiss field with love and affection. Then, his other hand (which was holding hers), went to her waist an pulled her even closer like he was afraid that, if he left her go, she might disappear.

They separated a bit and she said "Ok big boy, now let's make some cookies and hot choco so you could sleep!" But he stood near the oven just admiring. Keigo swear he couldn't stop looking at her and the thought of not being able to breathe if she wasn't by his side, scared him.

"¿Amor? Are you ok?" She looked worried but calmed when he responded "As long as you are by my side, I'll be ok" And then, they spent the whole hour laughing and throwing flour to each other.

When sleepiness hit, Keigo was more than happy to be able to hold her and finally feel at home 'cause she was all he needed to be completed.

All mine 🎀

♰ ARCH!VED II ￤ DANCING IN THE DARK, HAWKS¡!

ABOUT. in which, keigo dances with a phantom in the dead of night. ghost¡reader. set in the 1990s. romance with a pinch of slight angst. wc of 680+

NOTES. written in the reminders of @killyzury, in her love for keigo, and also of the elegant phantom romance.

the solemn tunes of an old piano rang through the corners of the high ceiling hall from a vinyl record.

moonlight seeped through the window and casted a glow into the marble floors of the large hall, the floor occasionally shining under the influence of the moon.

the soles of keigo’s shoes tapped against the ground, emitting a rather clacking sound that could be heard also echoing throughout the hall. he moves around, dancing with grace, swaying his body along the broken tunes of the music.

it was as if someone was seated on the old piano chair, moving their fingers against the broken keys of the old and dusty piano. an instrument who was left in the dark to rot and find solace in darkness’ companionship.

she's here. keigo knows you're here. he could always feel your faint presence lingering around, eyes gazing as he glided across the hall. thus he patiently awaits for you to approach him. when you do, he's all over you.

keigo could always see the ghostly servants of darkness. he could always feel them around him, talk to them even. it was a blessing of a curse that he had to bear with ever since he was a child.

once so familiar with them, now even seeking the comfort and familiarity with a ghost girl who lives along the walls of this old and abandoned castle.

your touch felt so real to keigo, the man could hold you forever even though your skin is colder than it should be.

he sometimes forgets you are not in his world, but in another. a world so lonely and deafening that it has you crawling back to this world just to seek for your own solace, your own sanctuary which you can delve into.

woe to keigo takami who thought that maybe, just a slight chance in his fate, that he could find you in the lonely world you once used in and pull you out of it. though, his life has to come to a halt. and you wouldn't want that to happen. it is all so selfish.

warm fingers laced themselves with cold ones, a stark contrast between the living and the dead. his hands are resting on your hips as he pulls you close to gently sway you back and forth, side to side.

“greetings, m’lady,” softly greeted keigo who flashed you a smile so charming you wished you were as alive as he is in this charming so your fingers could trace along the curve of his smile.

“good evening,” you replied, your voice almost like a soft melody in the background. only keigo could beat you. he has always been the only soul who hears your melancholic cries. “may i ask what this song is?” you asked, slightly tilting your head to the side in mere curiousity.

it will be a series of deceit if the man did not find your little head tilt endearing. he'd be living in a world of lies by then. keigo responded immediately, as if he did not want to keep your words hanging in the air for too long.

“truth to be told. i have no idea. i take whatever is on the shelf and play it. this happened to be one of the records i found in this castle.”

“so you simply took it and claimed it as yours?”

“not claim, borrowed,” he corrected you as you furrowed your eyebrows. “all right, you borrowed it. make sure to put it back. i want to reserve this place as much as i could.”

the young takami smiled. “will do, m'lady.”

as the moon watches every sway, every spin, and every flow of your ruffled long skirt, the essence of time had been lost long ago. in this very moment where keigo dances with you in the dark, moonlight glow, he prays to the heavens that this would never end.

the more he holds you in his arms, the more you draw him closer to your world. until then, you will never stop dancing with keigo takami in the dark.

©SENEON 2024 ♰ D!ED, D3AD, G0NE. DO NOT REPOST OR ALTER. OR ELSE THE BATS WILL COME FOR YOU.

Hawks X Reader

Dating at the workplace

Contains: fluff and Hawks being clingy

Your relationship with Hawks was supposed to be a secret, but it didn’t last for long. Simply put he was obsessed with you.

It started with simple touches. Fingers brushing when exchanging papers and passing pencils. Even small handshakes.

Then it got intense. During meetings he would wrap his arms around you claiming he couldn’t see the paper. “Your copy is right here,” you hissed, handing him his packet. He will shove his head in your neck and act like he didn’t see it.

Your coworkers started to catch on, but said nothing. That was until Hawks came into the conference room and laid his head in your lap. You had to excuse yourself from the meeting because of embarrassment.

Hawks understood why you would want to keep your relationship a secret. Especially since he was the number 2 hero, but he couldn’t help but want everyone to know. Sure the public shouldn’t know, but people in the workplace should.

He wanted to show you off too everyone. He wanted to go to hero galas with his hand around your waist. Claiming you as his, and only his.

But he didn’t in respect of your space. Just know that he will tell the entire agency of his relationship with you eventually, whether you like it or not. You’ll be mad when you find out but he’ll counter with raised hands, “They already knew.”

Just as you were about to give in to the demons in your head, forcing you to drown in their despicable words, you heard it. The distinct sound that you'd recognise even if you were six feet underground.

You heard the unmistakable coo of your husband. Your Keigo. Your mate. At first, it got lost in the storm wreaking havoc in your head,  but the more your focused on it the more it got louder. Unable to ignore it, not that you would, you surrendered yourself to the mushy feeling it brought. Sometimes it stunned you, the power a simple coo held over you. To you it signified that you were not alone. You'd never be alone as long as Keigo could help it. Your spring sunshine that always chased away the storms.

The more you came to the more you felt it. Surrounded by the sweet sounds your husband made to calm you and in turn calm himself as well. The sweet and goey coos and chirps , that had your heart singing out of joy no matter how many times you heard it.

As you focused, you noticed you were carefully tucked away in his arms, almost glued to his chest as Keigo rocked back n forth , while coos , chirps and pretty clicks spilled out of him like a waterfall. If it were up to him, he'd nestle you in his heart,  hide you from the terrors of the world and of the mind. That you had no doubt about.

Overcome with the sudden emotions , you raised your hands to cradle his face. As you rubbed your nose across his, you find yourself wishing that could answer those pretty sounds of his with your own. To be able to convey your feelings with your own set of melodies but alas, you could only hope that you're able to get your feelings across through other means. But as you gaze upon his honey eyes you know that your love reaches him all the same.

your sweet spring sunshine.

You woke up to something soft, tickling your nose. At first, you tried swatting it away, but the feeling persisted. With a groan and finally accepting the fact that you were now awake, you opened your eyes to find the culprit who dared disturbed the sweet embrace of sleep.

You find a lil baby feather nestled in the sheets near your face and almost instantly all your irritation melts away.

You reach up to fiddle with the crimson culprit, relishing in how it glides between the tips of your fingers. You're always in a bit of awe at how these fluffly feathers could also turn into a weapon at a moment's notice. But to you, they were a symbol of warmth and love.

Unbeknownst to you, Keigo gazes at this scene with a soft smile of his own. Never did he think he'd be able to witness a small piece of heaven, just inches away from him. And although he wanted to bask in the love you bestowed upon his feather, just a bit longer, his quiet coos gave him away.

'traitor,' he thought.

As soon as you heard it, you narrowed your eyes at him, but your lips betrayed your feelings as they twitched upwards,

"Morning love, take a picture, it'll last longer."

And although Keigo flushed at your words, the twinkle in his eyes seemed to get brighter, "Hmm, maybe i should, but what good is a picture when you're right in front of me" as he snuggled closer.

Happy that you could get in some morning cuddles, you missed his feathers sneaking around.

Soon a loud shriek filled the bedroom , as you tried to wiggle away while Keigo's feathers tickled you, showing no mercy.

But as Keigo's giggles accompanied your wails for mercy, you find yourself thinking

You'd have it no other way.

A thud was heard, followed by cursing "KEIGO YOU ASS!!"

truly you'd have it no other way.

"I'M SORRYYYY! IT WAS AN ACCIDENT BIRDIE!! NO!! PUT THAT PILLOW DOWN!!"

Just as you were about to give in to the demons in your head, forcing you to drown in their despicable words, you heard it. The distinct sound that you'd recognise even if you were six feet underground.

You heard the unmistakable coo of your husband. Your Keigo. Your mate. At first, it got lost in the storm wreaking havoc in your head,  but the more your focused on it the more it got louder. Unable to ignore it, not that you would, you surrendered yourself to the mushy feeling it brought. Sometimes it stunned you, the power a simple coo held over you. To you it signified that you were not alone. You'd never be alone as long as Keigo could help it. Your spring sunshine that always chased away the storms.

The more you came to the more you felt it. Surrounded by the sweet sounds your husband made to calm you and in turn calm himself as well. The sweet and goey coos and chirps , that had your heart singing out of joy no matter how many times you heard it.

As you focused, you noticed you were carefully tucked away in his arms, almost glued to his chest as Keigo rocked back n forth , while coos , chirps and pretty clicks spilled out of him like a waterfall. If it were up to him, he'd nestle you in his heart,  hide you from the terrors of the world and of the mind. That you had no doubt about.

Overcome with the sudden emotions , you raised your hands to cradle his face. As you rubbed your nose across his, you find yourself wishing that could answer those pretty sounds of his with your own. To be able to convey your feelings with your own set of melodies but alas, you could only hope that you're able to get your feelings across through other means. But as you gaze upon his honey eyes you know that your love reaches him all the same.

your sweet spring sunshine.

TAKE MEEEE PLEASE!!!! 😭😭😭🩷🩷🫶🏻

could i request a Drabble or a one shot of hawks with a very touch starved/touched deprived s/o? ;; maybe y/n doesn’t like being hugged or is kinda new to that kinda stuff? maybe they have different ways of showing affection and have a hard time opening up? ; ~ ; I think it would be very sweet for them both to try and learn to trust each other little by little,,, I love your blog!!

AWWW ANON

I’m sorry I haven't gotten to your request ;-; BUT IM GLAD I SAVED IT :D

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Hawks would be concerned at first, if you don’t flat out tell him. 

If he goes in to give you a hug, to touch you, or to give you a kiss and you flinch, he’s immediately concerned.

He’s very good at reading people, so he’d probably figured it out before you tell him.

No matter what, he’ll always give you the space you need, he loves you and wants you to feel comfortable around him.

If you do ever decide to tell him, he’ll be understanding, he wants you to be comfortable around him after all.

That being said, Keigo is a very lovey person, he wants to hold his angel, he wants to kiss you and hug you so tight that he feels suffocated by your love.

Most of all, he just wants to feel you. 

Keigo also has a lot of trauma, so if you don’t want to do things like touch/hold him, you’re gonna have to do something else in order to make him feel better.

Say how much he means to you, how much you adore and love him, how much he means to you and how good of a boyfriend he is.

He’ll never admit it, but some days he feels unworthy of you, so reassurance is key for him.

Both of you will need to come to a nice, well balanced rhythm, being able to show eachother love, while making sure you both feel comfortable and safe.

All he wants is for you to feel safe around him, that's all he cares about.

But once you finally let your walls down and let him love you, this man will be all over you.

Hugs and kisses, love bites, wings draped around you both, anything, he just needs you and that’s it.

He’ll spend mornings wrapped tightly in your arms, nuzzling his face against you, kissing anywhere he can, just loving you so deeply.

He’s glad he can be there for you, no matter what.

QJWGQKSYSJECEUWGAAAAAAAAAAAA IM COMBUSTING 🥹🥹🥹🩷🩷

It Goes Both Ways

Keigo Takami x reader

~ Keigo swears he never gets sick. But when he comes home from patrol with a bit more than a sniffle you call him out.

WC: 1.6K

Warnings: Keigo not being good at accepting help from others, feelings, a few tears, happy ending, sickness.

~This is one of the requested prompts for My Emoticon Expression’s Event; check out the masterlist On my welcome page.

For a hero known for his speed, Keigo is certainly running late today.

Him being a few minutes late usually wouldn't bother you, but with date night reservations just over an hour away, you hope he hurries up. After all, you know how much time he takes getting ready in the bathroom.

Tonight's date, in particular, is very special; the two of you signed up for a private cooking class with a Michelin star chef Keigo has been gushing about for months. Every time he mentions eating at her restaurant, his wings flap in anticipation at the chance to try her food once again.

He's not the only one excited; after binge-watching a few of her cooking shows, you can hardly wait for this very tasty date night.

There hasn't been anything crazy today on the news, so you are wondering why it is taking him so long to get home, especially since he has been nonstop talking about the lesson all week long. Honestly, if he calls you a Poussin (a young chicken) one more time, you might make him sleep on the couch tonight.

You pace back and forth in your shared apartment, occasionally glancing out the window for any sign of the Red-Winged Hero. Finding only the familiar sight of the cars below stuck in the usual rush hour traffic. 

Your phone buzzes on the coffee table behind you with a message from him

Sorry I'm running a bit behind schedule today, Angel; it's been a weird day. I'll be home in just a few. Can't wait to make something tasty with you &lt;3

His cheesy message makes you smile, but you hate it when he texts and flies; you'll have to scold him about it once he has his feet on solid ground. 

Turning your attention back to the window, you spot a blur of red swooping toward the balcony. Keigo's wings outstretched, getting closer and closer to you. Suddenly his whole body seems to jerk roughly to the side in mid-air, almost crashing into your freshly cleaned windows.

You'd laugh if you weren't so worried about him.

He lands safely on the terrace, and you breathe a sigh of relief. He moves slowly towards the door, moving as if every one of his muscles is sore and knotted.

You watch him push open the double doors, stopping in his tracks when he notices you watching him. An embarrassed look on his handsome face. "Heh, you uh saw that. Didn't you?" 

"I did," you nod, "what happened on that landing? You ask, stepping a bit closer to him, Keigo may be one of the most beautiful people you know, but you can safely say that today he looks rough…

His fair skin looks visibly paler, and his unusually droopy eyes are empathized by some very dark circles you don't remember seeing this morning. Paring all that with slight shivering, he desperately is trying to hide you come to one conclusion. 

Keigo is sick…

He laughs off your concerns; the sound sounds much more stuffy than usual. "Allergies, all this pollen in the air makes me sneeze. One second I'm great, and the next, I throw myself off course. You know how sensitive these wings can be."

"So it's just the pollen?" you ask skeptically. "You don't look too good."

"Ouch," he winces playfully, his golden gaze looking just a bit foggy as he winks at you. "I guess that means I better start getting ready for our date then. I gotta make my little Poussin swoon tonight."

He flashes you that magazine-cover smile and turns towards the bedroom. It takes one step to send him off balance, he stumbles slightly, and his hand reaches out, gripping the back of the couch so that he can study himself.

Allergies, my ass. He's not being honest with you. "Kei?" you rush towards him to make sure he hasn't hurt himself; your wide eyes and downturned mouth tell him that you don't believe his excuses for a second.

"It's nothing; just tired that once I get me a cup of coffee for the road, I'll feel much more alive," he lies, looking so, so ashamed. 

Keigo has never liked showing his vulnerabilities, even to you. To tell you the truth, he feels like shit. 

But if he were to say it, how would you respond?

Tonight is supposed to be special; he will not ruin it.

"Yeah…no, we're not going anywhere tonight. "You say sternly, your voice loud and lips pursed, but your eyes shine with tender care and compassion. At this moment, you don't give a damn about the cooking class, or anything else for that matter; Keigo needs you. "Obviously, you're sick."

"What? Come on, Angel. It's not like I have the bird flu." he says, laughing at his own joke. This proves to be a mistake that sends him into a fit of coughing that shakes your poor Hero down to the tips of his feathers.

"Was the pun really worth it, Birdie?" you ask, reaching over to gently scratch his back with the tips of your fingers.

"Absolutely," he sighs, relaxing under your touch. "But I promise, we can still go. It's just a little cold. I can take some medicine, and we can be on our way."

The heaviness in your chest intensifies at his words. He doesn't seem to care about his own well-being at all; he looks miserable but still wants to go to make you happy. 

"Keigo," you say softly, looking directly into his glassy eyes, "We are staying here tonight. And I am going to take care of you, 

"But you can't," he blinks, taking a nervous step away from you, "It's not right; I should be the one who takes care of you."

"It goes both ways, Keigo," you say, once again closing the space between you. Your eyes become glassy with the heart-wrenching emotion you are feeling for your Hero. "I love you, and I want to make you feel better. Will you please let me help you?"

Between your pleading, sincerity, and tearful gaze, something clicks in Keigo's mind. 

He's not alone…

You want to help him…

As a lone tear trickles down his perfect cheekbones, he relents. "I-I don't feel that great. I think I want to lie down."

He's cooperating; it's enough to make your chest swell with pride as he wraps his arms around you. "Thank you for telling me, Keigo; what doesn't feel good?"

"My stomach, my head, all over, really." he sighs, giving you a little smile, "I guess I'm really falling apart on you?"

"Nothing we can't handle," You giggle, placing your lips on his forehead.

Your poor Birdie, He's burning up. 

"How about you go and change out of your uniform, and I'll bring a few things into our room," you say, already making a mental list of everything you need to grab for him. Pills, tissues, compresses. 

"T-thank you," he rasps, "I love you so much." 

It takes a bit more coaxing to get him to leave the comfort of your embrace, but once he and his droopy wings disappear behind the bedroom door, you get to work canceling the cooking class, grabbing thermometers, medicine, hydration packets, tissues, and anything else your Bird Boy might need in his recovery process. 

Your arms are overflowing with goods, and just for a moment, the thought passes your mind that you're going a bit overboard. But Keigo deserves to be pampered, and so, you open the door with your foot.

Keigo is already tucked under a mountain of blankets when you walk in; his wings are pressed tensely against his back. You have never seen him look so small in your life. The visual tugs at your heartstrings as you begin to unload your haul. 

"Do you feel a bit more comfortable?" you ask, handing him three tabs of gel ibuprofen. And a glass of chilled water. He takes the pills eagerly, swallowing them down with one gulp of water.

"Thank you," he exhales, placing the glass on the nightstand with a shaky hand, "I'm feeling a bit better."

"I'm glad," you beam, folding a washcloth and dipping it into a bowl of cold water, hoping that you can help reduce his temperature a bit before he goes to sleep. "I brought you a lot of things, so if you need anything at all, let me know."

"M' sorry about our date; I really wanted to do something special with you," he murmurs as you place the cold compress on his feverish forehead. 

"Nothing to worry about," you hum, brushing a few strands of damp hair out of his face, "I get to spend a whole night at your side; that sounds pretty special to me."

Something akin to a whine slips past his lips as he grabs your hand, bringing it down onto the fluffy sheets. "You're too sweet to me sometimes," 

"You'd do the same for me." you say honestly, "Probably more."

"Can I ask you something?" 

"Are you feeling up to making requests now, Kei?" you tease, the comment making the both of you chuckle as one of his feathers weakly brushes against your cheek.

"Just one, can you stay with me?" his voice is hesitant and small, almost as if he is a child asking a parent to check his closet for monsters after a nightmare. How could you possibly say no to him?

"Is that all?" you ask, lying down on the bed next to him. 

"For now," he smiles, giving your hand a squeeze. "I just want to hold you for a bit." 

How could you refuse?

OHMYGOOOOOOD 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺

Human

Pairing: Keigo Takami x gn!reader

Word count: 1.8k

CWs: Hurt/comfort, dissociation, multiple pet names, mention of sex, reader has glasses

You lifted your gaze. His name jolted into your mind as you met golden honey, sweet and warm just for you. You wished you could bask in it, feel it deep in your bones, let it melt into and under your skin. How nice that would be. How pleasant. You would drown in it happily as you had done countless times before if you could.

Instead, you observed him in a detached manner, hyper-focused on his face as you rememorized everything you knew about him. Pieces of information came back to you, certain yet careful so you won't get overwhelmed. Unlike life, your mind and body knew to treat you gently.

Hawks. His name was- No. Not Hawks. That was his hero name. His persona. His name was Keigo. He was Keigo Takami. Your boyfriend. You recently moved in with him. He took care of you. He loved you. You loved him. You loved him. You loved him.

The feeling escaped you now. No matter how much you repeated the claim in your head. Frustratingly, tragically, far out of your reach. Regardless, the fact remained. Your current state didn't change anything. You took reassurance in that, at the very least.

Everything was so incredibly hazy yet perfectly clear at the same time.

You must've shut down and rebooted slowly to not short circuit again. It certainly felt like that was the case. One second, you were watching a movie with Keigo, comfortably snuggled close to him. The next, your vision went dark. With a blink, it came back and you looked to the man sitting beside you, not quite feeling like yourself anymore.

Maybe I'm not human, you mused emptily. Maybe I tricked myself and everyone around me into thinking I was.

He'd understand, won't he? Yes, rang in your head. He was always so understanding. Even when you didn't make sense. Even when your mind was a tangled mess of overwhelming emotions. Even when you acted crazy.

He was so good at deciphering you, so good at detangling your messy thoughts and feelings into neatness, so good at making you feel sane and normal or matching your crazy so you wouldn't feel as much of an awful person. You sometimes thought you didn't deserve him.

You stared at him. He stared back, his eyes soft and gentle and kind. Did you look as dull and empty to him as you suddenly felt? Probably. You didn't try hiding it. You didn't want to be a burden, but you also wanted to lay yourself bare to him. You knew he wanted that, too.

He had begged you to let yourself be vulnerable around him one day. You gave in, because how could you say no to him? But only on the condition he did the same for you. Your partnership with him was a two-way street and you wouldn't stand for anything less. You'd be personally offended if he wasn't vulnerable with you, if he purposely hid those parts for ‘your sake’, when you did your best to be good to him.

He didn't hide his worry. You saw it on his handsome features, sensed it in the slow, careful way he lifted his hand to your face. Like, you'd get easily spooked. But you weren't on edge. You didn't feel nervous or scared or anxious. You softly acknowledged that you were safe in your shared home, with him right beside you. So, why was he…?

Oh. That's right. You were his bunny. His cute, little, soft bunny. That's what he always told you when he was in a mean, teasing mood.

The more illicit aspects of the nickname came to mind as he caressed your cheek. Maybe he was trying to bring you back? You wanted that. You wanted to feel something. It wasn't just a lack of love. You were a blank slate trying to remember who you were. Emotions weren't part of that equation.

You half focused on his warm touch as you recalled the first time he called you 'Bunny'. It was during sex. His touch had been searingly hot while grabbing at your body as he pleased, his gaze predatory while he looked down on you, cocky smirk in place. He had murmured the name in your ear, breathless and teasing. Your guess was that he figured hawks enjoyed eating bunnies. You had definitely felt devoured by him in that moment.

“Everything okay, Dove?” Oh, yeah. He also called you Dove and Babybird and Birdie and- There were too many things he called you but his preference for giving you animal-like nicknames was not lost on you.

A slow, robotic blink.

Lips twitching into a concerned frown.

You contemplated on how to answer despite the question being an easy 'yes' or 'no'. It didn't feel easy in your head. Yes, I'm okay. I'm not overwhelmed. I'm not hurt. That probably won't fly with him.

“No.” You answered honestly, voice almost timid. Something was still clearly wrong. You were lost in a surreal daze, where you didn't quite feel like a person. Like, you had taken over someone else's body. Everything else felt… tangible. Real. You were the only thing out of place.

He removed his hand from your skin, hovering an inch away. “Touch?” He watched your expression carefully for any hint of you not wanting his hands on you.

You thought about it briefly. “Yes.” There were times when just the thought of being touched made you uncomfortable, but this was not one of them. You felt a certain indifference about receiving physical contact, but you thought that maybe his hands would help you feel more human. Although, you did wonder if a parasite deserved such a thing.

As soon as you gave verbal consent, he slid your glasses off and set them on the bedside drawer at his side of the bed. He cupped your cheeks with both hands immediately after, pressed a soft, lingering kiss to your forehead. You closed your eyes. Warm. He was warm.

“Tell me what's wrong.” He murmured in your ear, hands tentatively sliding under your shirt and up your back. It almost sounded like a question. You melted further at the skin contact. His touch became less hesitant.

You slowly moved onto his lap when he pulled his lips away, chasing after that warmth of his. He wrapped his arms around you as you rested your chin on his shoulder, his breaths lightly fanning into your hair. He rubbed your back with strong, soothing hands. You closed your eyes again, gradually melting into him.

“I feel… weird. Everything feels off.”

“C'mon, Angel.” His voice softly coaxed you to give him a better answer. He wanted to help you properly.

He leaned back against the headboard, gently forcing you to pull away. You sat upright, watching large crimson wings shift behind him. You presumed so he'd be more comfortable.

“Babe-”

“I'm not real.” Your eyes shifted from bold red to that golden honey. His eyes looked back at you seriously.

“You asked.” There was no bite to your tone. It was soft. Monotone. Factual.

He moved from his relaxed position and rested his forehead against yours. You both ignored the soft laughter coming from the TV. The movie still played. He cupped your face once more. “You're real.”

“No... I'm not- I'm not a real person.” Granted, the surreal factor to your perception was starting to fade. Maybe his hands really were the remedy. Or maybe it was him getting you to talk. Either way, as per usual, he was helping. He was so effortless. “This isn't my body. It's not mine. I'm not real. I just want to be real.”

“You are real, Dove.” He insisted softly, ever so patient with you. You felt his breath on your lips, warming your face with each calm exhale. You wanted to believe him. You were starting to. He would never lie to you so there was no reason you shouldn't.

“Baby, it's all in your head.” His voice was so gentle, so certain, soothing you back to a stable reality. All in my head… You hadn't considered that. Not in the way he meant it. Your brain still felt too hazed to think too deeply of anything.

“See these hands?” He took your hands in his, placing little kisses on the knuckles. “They're yours and they look pretty real to me.” He kissed your palms next, his lips soft and warm. “They feel real.” You felt him grin suddenly against your skin before his tongue made an appearance.

You snatched your hands back while he chuckled lightly. “They taste real.” He licked his upper lip. You wiped your hand down his bare chest in response. He had a habit of going to bed shirtless, something you didn't mind at all.

He rested his hand on top of yours, moving it over to his beating heart. It was steady, slow. The other reached for your face, thumbing at the skin under your eye. “Am I real?”

He moved your hand to your own chest, palm pressed over cotton fabric where you could feel your heart. “Do you feel that?” You nodded silently. “That's your heart.” He pecked your cheek while hooking his finger to the neckline of your shirt and tugging it off your shoulder. He kissed the skin there next. “This is your body.” He murmured against you, hands returning to massaging your back.

“Yes.”

He continued to press affirmations to your skin, focusing on your face, neck, and shoulders, until you fully believed him. He ended with a loving kiss to your lips. He lingered, enjoying the feel of your lips brushing together with his.

He pulled away, citrine eyes gazing at you with pure love and adoration. “Let's get some sleep, yeah?”

You nodded. It was late, past midnight. You hadn't felt tired enough to sleep earlier but now it crept up to you. You settled yourself on your side of the bed as he sent feathers to flick the TV and bedside lamps off.

Darkness instantly took over the room but it was comfortable. You listened to the nighttime city sounds drifting in through open windows. The song of crickets, the occasional car whizzing by, an aircraft whooshing through the sky. It became white noise, along with his quiet breathing.

“Keigo?” You reached out, hand searching for his own. You clasped on when you found it.

“Yeah, Dove?” He slid his palm against yours, interlocking your and his fingers between each other.

“I love you. Even when I'm not myself.” You meant to thank him but he’d probably brush it off and say it was what good boyfriends do.

He gently pulled you close, both an arm and a wing draping over you. You melted into his embrace. “I love you more.” You felt a soft pressure on the top of your head, his lips lingering. You didn't have it in you to scoff and argue that you loved him more. Not tonight. Tonight, you accepted his affections in silence before finally drifting off to sleep.