Pairing: Keigo Takami x Reader

Summary: Keigo’s life is plagued by traumatic events. Life is constantly throwing cruelties his way and in the dead of night, it is this that plagues his dreams and turns them into nightmares. You have become one of the last bits of life in his life. Treasure him well.

Warnings:None. FLUFF and Hurt Comfort Fic. 

Word Count: 1 304

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The night air is surprisingly warm during this time of year. The smell of spice permeates the air, no doubt seeping off the individual dozing silently besides you. Hawks, surprisingly, does not sleep with all of his feathers clustered together on his back or perhaps he simply shrugs them off every night to give you some space on the bed. It has been two months since Hawks began crashing at your place. Despite your initial reluctance with having a hero barging into your space every week, you have actually grown rather fond of him.

Originally when he first pleaded to stay in your house, you argued that he should sleep on the couch.

“But shouldn’t a guest take the bed?” he asserted

“Yes”, you, shot back, “when they’re invited.”

Like hell were you about to let him barge into your house uninvited to sleep in your bed while you took the couch.

But the Villain attack had been brutal on him so eventually you agreed to let him sleep in the bed with you. Of course, you had conditions, to which he agreed to. Your bed was a double bed, so he took one side while you took another and a “great wall of pillows” would keep the peace between you two. In the morning when you woke up, the wall of pillows was gone but so was he. He didn’t say anything else about it and neither did you until he asked to stay again.

With a little bit of persistent prodding and teasing you agreed to let him stay and since then he’s worn you down to the point where you actually went out and bought extra toiletries for him. Whether you like it or not, the sly hero has weaseled his way into your heart. One thing always bothers you though. Despite having a night where you’re perfectly comfortable in each other’s company, Hawks is always gone by morning. Perhaps Hero work just starts early?

However, today when Hawks showed up at your door, you didn’t offer the usual snarky remark about how he’s secretly a hobo and he didn’t offer any back. He walked in with the fakest smile you had ever seen him possess in your presence. He’s trying to act natural, you thought to yourself when he made a passing joke about the toiletries. You had simply joked back that you would eventually start buying him clothes too.

But in that moment, the smile he sent you didn’t hold any usual teasing. They were soft and yet at the same time held a deep rooted sadness. He chuckled before disappearing into the bathroom.

When it was time to go to bed, Hawks asked you if the pillows were still necessary. He gently thumbed the corner of the pillow sitting between you, in a manner that made you feel as though he secretly wished to rip it to shreds. 

Stubbornly, you refused. The pillow was necessary for so many things like a peaceful night of sleep. Without it, you would be too awake, too aware of him, too terrified that you would wake up encircled in his arms and enjoying it.

You climb into bed with the pillows in position and whisper a soft goodnight. After a pause he whispers it back. You lay awake until his breathing becomes shallow and even. Till the tell tale sounds of sleep are the only noises in the room. You reach out a hand and gently grab the pillow but do not move it. Perhaps you should? This is the first time he has ever asked for its removal. He’s acting weird and his headspace is probably all wrong right now. But why does he want the pillows gone? What difference is it really going to make? Your thoughts lead you nowhere and eventually you roll over and let sleep wash over you.

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Harsh, short gasping breaths. The smell of sweat filters through the air.

“Wait.”

A gasping whisper slides into the air. Repeating itself over and over again along with strings of incoherent words stumbling over one another. Desperate pleas and gasps of breaths.

“Please…no… Dabi…don’t want…not… help me…Y/n…”, he mutters out. The last word rousing you out of your sleep. Drowsily you try to make sense of the situation. Over the pillow Hawks, shivers in place. His trembling shakes the bed slightly and you desperately try to wake yourself up. To make a decision. To do something.

He gasps out a sharp breath of air before shooting up. His breathing begins to slow down as he drinks in his surroundings, slowly relaxing. You remain still, terrified to spook him any more. As he calms, he seems to realize something and he turns to look at you. His face is ashen white, even in the dark only illuminated by pale moonlight, you can see his blanched face. He takes note of your state and looks away.

“Sorry”, he whispers. His voice is so gentle. Could it be that he is terrified of scaring you any more? He does not look at you. He doesn’t even move for a long moment but you can tell that he is simply trying to pull himself together. You don’t need a hearing quirk to be able to tell how he’s trying to conceal his ragged breaths.

Slowly, ever so gently, he turns and begins to crawl out of bed. 

“I’ll go”, his voice cracks.

In your drowsy state you lunge forward and grip onto his wrist.  He stills beneath your hand and looks at you bewildered. You tug him back into bed and he follows like a sick dog on a lead. You grab the pillow between you with your other hand, not once letting go of his wrist, and chuck it across the room. The pillows were dumb anyway.

“The pillow”, he protests.

“Fuck the pillow", you mutter, “Come here.”

Hawks falls into the bed easily. His wrist is ice cold and his breathing is still somewhat uneven. Although he is no longer gasping for breath, the light tremors you feel from him tell you enough about his current composure. Whatever that nightmare was about it is enough to severely shake this hero apart.

Although he climbs back into bed, he still maintains a distance and doesn’t move any closer. But he’s still terrified. Still not okay and so you tug him closer. He hesitates for a moment. He looks you in your eyes, still frosted from sleep, and doesn’t move. You sit up a bit more and reach your hand to let it rest on his cheek.

“Hawks”, you whisper, “it’s okay.”

Your hand slides past his cheek cups the back of his head. With as much gentleness as you can muster, you pull him towards you and tuck him into your side. Chin resting on his head as he caves and curls into your soft embrace. His light scent of spice fills your nose as you listen quietly to him. Although sleep hangs above you like a burden, you force yourself to remain awake and listen to the sounds of his breath. His breathing slows down, little by little. His arms wrapped around your body begin to relax. Your fingers thread through his hair savouring the feel of his sun kissed locks.

“Hawks, in the morning, please stay”, you whisper into his hair.

For a long moment, you believe that he has fallen asleep. He says nothing, simply breathes deeply into your neck.

“Okay, we’ll stay together”

“Mhm”

“Don’t leave me.”

“I won’t.”

In your dazed and sleepless state, you place a kiss on his forehead hoping to comfort him. To convey how much you care. To let him know that even though he always disappears in the morning, you won’t. 

 “Go to sleep, I’m not going anywhere.”

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A/N:New Drinking game. Take a shot every time I use the word “pillow”.

@jinxqsu

I’ll Always Catch You  (Hawks x Reader)

Pairing:Keigo Takami x Reader

Warnings:None, Fluff all the way. Established Relationship. Reader is Badass.

Summary: You are trapped in a burning building, being pursued by a psychopath. You’re only option is to go up. However, when you reach the top, there’s nowhere else to run. Don’t worry. Hawks is there to catch you.

A/N: Prior to this fic I was not a Hawks simp. But I had this idea and after running it through my head a million times I just can’t help but feel that this is how he would react. Now I’m a Hawks Simp.

Hawks Simps come get Your TEA.

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Fuck Villains. Fuck Robbers. Fuck Murderers and Fuck whoever has a fire quirk and decided to set the building on fire. You’re currently sprinting down the hallway on the 30th floor of a 42 Storey building trying to get off of it before it collapses. You can feel the temperature rising and the buildings beginning to make some uncomfortable noises. Like Cracking noises. Cue the Panic.

The elevators stopped working and the stairs COLLAPSED, but of course, thanks to your marvelous luck, only the ones that connected you to the lower floors were affected. Everything going up is still fine. At this point, you’re convinced that you’re the last person left on the floor. But there is hope. You’re currently sprinting for the other fire escape, you turn the corner and the door is situated on the other side, in all its glory.  When, suddenly, it swings open. Out steps a man in a mask. Fire is emitting from his left hand, a gun in his right. You don’t think that’s the fire department.

You skid to a stop before turning on your heel and sprinting back for the other stairwell, again. You’d rather take your chances going up. You reach the stairs and head up. You can feel the man follow you so you keep climbing higher in fear. Upon reaching the 35th floor, you notice several people. One person sits on the floor with a twisted ankle, in tears, it appears her three friends are trying to ice it. Another lady is crying in the corner.

“What’s going on here”, you ask. What you really want to say is, screw the ice and fucking evacuate. Why are you sitting here in a crisis????

“She’s injured, we don’t know what to do”, the lady sobs.

OMG, did the Heros take away people’s back bones in a crisis? You’re still standing in the stairwell and you notice the man is still making his way up the stairs. Sparks and flames randomly flicker beneath you. Your heart drops.

“Quickly! Move her to the other stairwell. Help her down the stairs.”

The man’s footsteps get louder. You yell at them to hurry. They scramble to their feet obviously spooked by the crazy in the doorway. The lady crying in the corner doesn’t move. The man’s footsteps are even louder now. You don’t want to leave them though. If he finds them, they’ll die. If you go with them, he’ll catch up, everyone will die. You could run up and give them time but if they don’t move first, they’ll die anyway.

You’re stuck, when suddenly the window shatters. Six red feathers blast through the opening.

“Hawks!”

Your panic subsides. He’s here. The number one in your book. Each feather latches onto a person and drags each one out. The crying lady in the corner is still sobbing. But, before the sixth feather can reach you it suddenly becomes cinders before your eyes. He caught up.

You quickly emit your quirk to push him back slightly. In the time it took you to make a decision he had already slipped himself next to you. You could feel his disgusting breath on your neck. You stumble forward, you gather yourself, you’re sprinting. The stairwell suddenly feels a lot smaller. He’s right behind you. 

A shattering of glass alerts you to another feather heading directly for you. Again, it burns up before your eyes. You were able to duck just in time. Your panic is rising, the situation feeling hopeless.

Finally you reach the top floor. Without hesitating you move to the roof. Blood is rushing in your ears, you feel close to death. Two more feathers rush towards you. Both burn.

“Stop!” you choke out. Not his feathers. Leave his feathers alone. Don’t hurt him.

The feeling of hopelessness overwhelms you as you hear him chuckle.

“You can’t escape from my fire, pretty thing.”

Disgust wells up inside you. You don’t stop running though. However this deranged man is keeping up, he’s right behind you. You use your quirk in hopes of creating distance but his flames simply get larger. Eventually, a blast of heat rockets toward you. You hit the ground and you know, any other feather that was on its way to help you, has burned.

You’ve reached the edge of the roof. You decide to face him. Keigo isn’t next to you right now. You breathe and send him a glare. He laughs as if he enjoys taunting you. Knowing this sick fuck, he probably does. Tears of anger begins to roll down your face. He laughs harder. You wipe them away.

 Trust him, Y/n.

“Burn in Hell”, he spits at you.

Before he is able to emit his quirk you jump onto the railing. He pauses and gives you a lopsided look. As if questioning your sanity. Does he think you’re going to sit their and just take it? Screw Him.

You try to think of something smart to say. But you’re panicking and nothing comes to mind, so you settle for a smile. The effect probably isn’t that grand with a tear streaked face. You stand up, look him in the eye, give him a small salute and then leap off the building. You hear his shouts of surprise and you see the top of the building set alight. Good for him.

Alright Baby, now is really a good time to send a feather my way.

You clench your eyes shut. The wind is whistling in your ear. It’s been too long. You can feel a sob escape you. You looked all badass just to die. No. He is here. He will catch you.

As your thoughts pound in your head, you suddenly feel engulfed in warmth. The smell of burning spice assaults your nose. 

Keigo

You cling onto him as tears of relief begin to fall. You sob into his chest. You could’ve died. You open your eyes slightly to see that you’ve flown to a quieter area and you land on the roof of another tall building. Completely alone, Hawks sets you down and immediately wraps you into a hug.

He buries his head into you hair.

“Baby Bird, please don’t ever do that again,” he says.

His voice sounds broken as if he’s holding back tears. At this point you realize that he’s shaking. He breathes in your scent. You probably smell like soot, sweat and cheap perfume. The thought makes you smile because he just doesn’t seem to care.

“Hawks, what about the villain?”

“Endeavor’s there”, he says then places a kiss on your forehead, “Call me Keigo”

“Keigo”, you breathe. “I’m right here. I haven’t gone anywhere.”

You cling onto one another, both unwilling to let go. Eventually his trembling subsides and pulls back enough to look at your tear stained face. Raising his gloveless hands he cups your face, using his thumbs to wipe away any stray tears. At this point you don’t know why you’re crying. All you know is that you’re happy to see him.

“Baby Bird”, he says. “Y/n, are you okay now?”

Ok we’ll pretend that he was definitely not shaking. You smile back at him and nod.

He leans down and ever so gently he places his lips on yours. His scent, touch and heat are all familiar to you. The kiss is so gentle. He moves as though terrified he may break you. His soft lips dance together with yours and you feel content. 

He pulls away slightly only to rest his forehead against yours. His breaths are steady as his golden gaze stares longingly into your eyes. 

“I never want to lose you”, he whispers. His eyes shut and he takes a shuddering breath. “Why did you jump?”

The question is so simple. Why did you go jumping off a building with the confidence of someone with a parachute?

“I knew you’d catch me”, you whisper back. You have unshakeable faith in this hero. The one everyone says is too fast, the one who never feels fast enough. He’s your number one. 

His lips curve into a smile. His eyes shining bright as they stare at you. Eyes like the sun.

“I’ll always catch you”