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❥ scenario: keigo and his winged s/o
❥ no triggers; just sad
❥ i don't have any beta readers - you get what you get.
❥ requested: by several people but it's been about a million years.
❥ follow up to; Birds of a Feather.
The air is different now.
There was a time when your feathers and his were always tangled together, brushing in passing, overlapping in sleep. The warmth of them always being a steady presence. A comfort, even. Now, the air between you is still. Too still.
You stand near the open balcony, the wind teasing your feathers, calling to them as the sky stretches wide and endless beyond the horizon. The sky that used to belong to him. The kind of sky that still belongs to you.
It called to you as though it was a star-crossed lover.
You don't turn when you hear him approach and you don't need to. His footsteps are too heavy now, weighed by something that neither of you had found the right words for. The absence of the familiar sound where wings should rustle, where feathers should have brushed against the floor - it cuts deeper than anything either of you had ever felt.
Like always, his hands find you.
Warm, calloused fingers slip over your waist, an anchor to the moment, to keep himself steady. To keep him from drifting off. He rests his forehead against your shoulder, exhaling a slow breath. It lingers on your skin, empty in the space where his own wings should have curled around you.
"You should go flying," he mumbles. His voice is too even, too controlled. You are more than aware of what that means.
You don't move.
"You always loved flying at this time of day," he tried again, forcing normalcy into a wound that still bleeds.
Finally, you turn, watching him with quiet, aching understanding. He doesn't look at you directly, no, he looks through you. His gaze is on your wings - on what he once shared, on what he lost.
"I won't want to fly without you," you say, voice steady, but you both hear what lies beneath it.
His lips press together, jaw tightening for the briefest of seconds before he forced a smirk - one of those easy, practiced ones. He's trying to convince himself he's fine. He's trying to give you the idol Hawks once was.
"C'mon, don't get all sentimental on me." His fingers ghost over your wing, barely touching, as if afraid that he no longer has the right to feel them.
Your heart aches.
You step closer, closing the space, wrapping your wings around him the way he used to do for you as your arms go around his neck. His breath catches, his body going still.
"Don't do that," he whispers. But, he doesn't pull away.
Your feathers brush against his back, the way they always did when he still had his own. It's like you're trying to make up for the emptiness left behind and he knows that.
"I'm not leaving you behind," you whisper back. "Not now. Not ever.'
His hands tighten against you. His breath is shaky. And, for the first time since he lost his wings, he melts into yours. He lets himself be comforted.
And you hold him, even as the sky looms wide and empty above, calling desperately to you both. Even as the weight of what's missing lingers.
Because no matter how much has changed, how much was lost - you are still here.
❥ scenario: i wish that you would stay in my memories.
❥ no triggers; not rated.
❥ no betas.
❥ requested.
it wasn't supposed to happen like this.
you hadn't planned on running into him again - not after everything, not after the way things ended back in ua. but here he was, standing in the doorway of your kitchen with his familiar presence filling the space, making it feel smaller and too quiet all at once.
what was he even doing?
katsuki didn't say anything at first, just leaned against the counter with that same intense expression you remembered from years ago. it was the look he used to give you when he was trying to hold something back, wrestling with words he didn't know how to say. part of the reason you weren't together anymore - his inability to communicate.
the silence stretched on, heavy with everything left unsaid, until he finally spoke, his voice low and rough. "you're still… here." The words hung in the air, not just a statement of where you were standing, but an echo of the past he'd never fully let go.
you were struggling to keep it in the past.
you tried to keep your voice steady, folding your arms to create some barrier, any kind of shield between you and the memories that threatened to surface. "yeah, still here. you too, apparently."
he nodded, glancing around, his gaze lingering on the little details that hadn't changed since the days you'd spent here together, laughing, arguing, and just… existing in each other's lives. back then, the kitchen had been your shared refuge, a place where he'd let himself soften, where you'd sit on the counter while he grumbled about his day, cooking you dinner.
he occasionally stayed up to pack you little lunches.
"things… look the same," he muttered, barely meeting your eyes. His voice was softer, almost vulnerable in a way that katsuki bakugo rarely allowed himself to be. "it's like nothing changed."
but you both knew it had. the years had shifted you in ways that made even simple conversations feel different, edged with a mixture of nostalgia and lingering pain.
you looked away, swallowing the ache that rose in your throat. "People change, katsuki. things end, whether we want them to or not."
he flinched at your words, as if you'd struck him. the line between his brows deepened, his frustration clear. "i know that. doesn't mean it doesn't still… mess with my head, alright?" his fists clenched at his sides, a habit he'd never grown out of. "sometimes i feel like i could walk in and… like you'd still be here, waiting."
the admission hung between you, raw and unguarded, and it made something inside you twist painfully. he'd always been so determined, so sure of himself, but now there was a crack in his armor, a glimpse of the hurt he never let show.
"katsuki," you said quietly, finally meeting his gaze. "we're both different people now. you're a hero. you've got your life, your work. And me… i've moved on." the words felt hollow, even as you tried to convince yourself that they were true.
his jaw tightened, his eyes darkening with something fierce and unspoken. "have you?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper, but the weight of his words crashed over you like a wave.
he had always been able to see straight through you.
you wanted to say yes, to give him the closure he needed, but standing here, with the ghost of your past filling the air around you, the answer felt so much harder to hold onto.
he pushed off the counter, stepping closer, his presence intense and overwhelming, as it had always been. "i just… i can't stand thinking of someone else here," he muttered, his voice laced with an anger he could barely contain. "thinking that this could've been us."
the words cut deep, stirring the memories you'd tried so hard to bury. in his eyes, you saw the reflection of what could have been - a life you'd once dreamed of, a love you'd thought would last. but the years had taught you that some things weren't meant to be, no matter how much you wanted them.
with a shaky breath, you took a step back, creating a space between you that felt both necessary and agonizing. "kat… you know we can't go back."
he looked away, his shoulders slumping in defeat. for a moment, you saw the boy he'd been back in ua, the one who'd held you with a fierceness that made you feel like you were the only thing that mattered. but now, as he turned to leave, you knew that part of him was as lost to you as you were to him.
and as the door closed behind him, you were left in the silence of a kitchen that still held the echoes of a love that neither of you had ever truly let go.
❥ scenario: dressing up as them for halloween.
❥ no triggers; not rated.
❥ no betas.
❥ not requested.
❥ there is a special, longer hawks scenario at the bottom.
❥ included: ngl, half way through i completely forgot so.. it's a surprise? lol
❥ izuku.
knocking on izuku's door, you adjust your costume with a big grin, waiting almost impatiently. upon opening the door, he freezes and his eyes widen a bit, taking in your green attire and wild hair, styled to match his own.
"trick or treat!" you chirp, holding up a tiny white bucket filled with treats for him.
a blush spreads across his cheeks and he covered his mouth, holding back a laugh. "oh.. you dressed up as me?" he mused, clearly flattered, "that's.. amazing."
you don't get to say too much as he's close, studying the details of your outfit. "i know it's not exactly battle-ready," you chuckle, "but, i think i could handle a villain or two!"
he finally lets out the laugh and takes the bucket from you, lightly pulling you into the room. "you look incredible," he coos, voice full of admiration. "now, we just need to work on the quirk," he teases.
❥ katsuki.
you knock on katsuki's bedroom door and step back, fixing the clips that are attached to your wig and the mock gauntlets you'd spent weeks to create. when he finally opens the door, his eyebrows shoot up, staring at you.
"trick or treat!" you declare, trying not to grin as you strike a post, something like what he would do in the middle of a fight.
he snorts, crossing his arms as he leans against the doorframe. a cocky, proud smile spreads across his lips as he takes in the details. "you think you can handle being dynamight?" he teases, trying not to look too pleased.
you laugh, handing over a small bag of candy you'd picked out just for him. "only if you think you can handle there being a better dynamight."
he rolls his eyes and takes the candy, grabbing your wrist as well to tug you closer. "alright, smartass, don't get too comfortable with my title."
❥ shoto.
you adjust the half red, half white wig before knocking on shoto's door, glancing around as you rock on your heels, swinging a small bag in your free hand. when the door opens, he blinks, momentarily stunned by the sight of you dressed in his iconic look. it takes him a second to fully register it.
"trick or treat," you chime, showing a small smile as you hold on the small bag, nodding towards it.
he smiles, genuinely touched by the gesture, reaching up to trace at the edges of the fake scar you'd so carefully painted on. "you even got the scar," he mumbles, clearly impressed and moved by your dedication.
he can't help but chuckle when you push a peppermint into his palm, accepting it with a warm look to his eyes. "thank you," he says softly, pausing for a moment, "you look.. perfect."
❥ shota.
you knock on shota's office door, playing with the scarf around your neck, your hair messy and dark, an attempt to style it like his. he glances up from his paperwork as you step in, eyebrows raising as he takes in your costume, clearly amused.
"trick or treat!" you say, doing your best to briefly imitate his deadpan expression.
shota chuckles, leaning back in his chair as he studies you. "you went all out, huh?" he says, a hint of pride in his voice. he reaches for the candy bar in your hand when you come closer, examining it before giving you an approving nod.
"looks like you really captured the.. sleep-deprived look perfectly," he says with a light smile. "guess i don't mind you taking my place for the night... just don't fall asleep on the job."
❥ rumi.
knocking on the door to rumi's training room, you shift and adjust the rabbit ears you made, feeling self-conscious. when she opens the door, she grins, arms crossing as she eyes you up and down, taking everything in with an impressed look.
"trick or trick!" you chime, giving her a playful wink as you hold up a small treat bag.
rumi laughs, taking the bag with a tilt of her head. "well, look at you! got the ears and everything," she teases, reaching out to ruffle your hair. "didn't think you had it in you to pull off my look."
you chuckle nervously and glance down at the leotard that matches her own. "not sure if i can match your energy," you say, looking back to her, "but, i'll give it my best shot."
stepping to sling an arm around you, she guides you into the training room with a mischievous glint to her eyes. "you did good, babe. now, let's see if you can keep up with the real thing."
❥ tamaki.
standing outside of tamaki's door, you fix the cloak settled around your shoulders, trying not to knock the tendrils off your fingers, placed their to mimic his quirk. you've done your best to capture his look, from the shy slouch to the hood pulled up, settled just right at your crown. when the door opens, his eyes widen and he stares at you, cheeks turning a deep red.
"trick or treat," you say softly, holding up a small bag of his favorite snacks.
he stammers a bit, looking down at the cloak and back up to you, clearly flustered. "you.. you dressed up.. as me?" he whispered, a shy smile tugging at the corner of his lips.
you nod a few times, handing him the bag. "yep! thought i'd see if i could match your style," you say, doing a small spin for him.
watching, he takes the snacks, fingertips brushing your hand as he still looks at you in awe. "you.. look amazing," he murmurs, barely audible. "i never thought anyone.. would want to be me for halloween." and as he looks at you, there's a quiet gratitude to his gaze, as if you've given him a gift he never knew he needed.
❥ himiko.
knocking on the doorframe of himiko's room, you'd managed to slip through the hideout unseen in your new attire and now bounced excitedly on your heels, adjusting the uniform you'd managed to get your hands on. the door wings open and her eyes go wide, a bright, toothy smile forming immediately.
"trick or treat!" you say, returning her smile and holding up a small container of heart-shaped candies.
himiko lets out a delighted squeal, practically bouncing. "oh my goodness! you're dressed as me!" she claps her hands, looking you up and down with bright, sparkling eyes. "you even got the little scary thingy right! so cute!"
she plucks out a candy heart and grins as she leans close, eyes still shining bright. "you're just like me now! we're practically twins!" she says, pulling you into a hug. "i'm keeping you forever," she whispers playfully, a warmth in her embrace, like she's truly touched by your choice.
❥ dabi.
walking through the hideout, your nose wrinkles as you try not to scratch at one of the mock staples on your face, adorned in a coat as similar as you could find and a wig you spent far too long to style. you find him lounging on one of the couches, resting, and a light grin forms as you clear your throat. he takes a moment to respond, glancing at you before snapping his gaze right back.
"trick or treat," you muse, waving a candy bar.
he stares, clearly taken aback for a moment when the realization settles in. getting up, he stretches before making his way over to you, still a bit drowsy. "wow. that's.. that's almost scary," he drawls, circling you once and eyeing your attempt.
you grin up to him, holding up the candy bar. "it's called commitment to the role."
he snickers, inspecting you a bit closer. "gotta say, you look good in it." he takes the candy before tugging you closer, a faint smirk gracing his features. "guess you earned a treat, huh? next time, make it fireproof."
❥ tomura.
it takes a moment for you to actually knock on tomura's door, fixing your hastily styled, messy wig and oversized jacket that matched his look. you step in upon hearing his voice and nudge the door shut behind you. when he glances up, settled at his desk, his eyes narrow a bit in confusion.
"trick or treat," you say, holding out a small bag of sour candy.
he blinks a few times, more or less trying to work out the situation before it clicks, a low chuckle sounding from him. "you.. dressed as me?" he mutters, the ghost of a smile pulling at his lips. "guess i must've rubbed off on you.."
you toss the bag on his desk and shrug, showing a small grin. "thought i'd give it a try," you reply, doing your best to imitate his usual deadpan tone. "i make it look pretty good, huh?"
he rolls his eyes despite considering it pretty thoughtful, enjoying your little show. 'careful, now.. you're starting to look like someone i wouldn't mind keeping around," he says quietly, his own brand of playful, before reaching to tug your sleeve, a weak attempt at pulling you closer.
❥ eijiro.
after knocking on his door, you rock on your heels, fixing the bodysuit you'd added to your outfit, mimicking his signature hero look withy our hair styled into a spikey red mess. his eyes light up with delight when he opens the door.
"trick or treat!' you say with a toothy grin, showing off the arm guards you crafted for the costume.
he lets out a laugh, grinning ear to ear. "wow, you really went all out!' he exclaims, pulling you into a bear hug, even lifting you up a bit. "lookin' good, mini-me!"
you laugh and nudge a candy bar into his hand, his expression brightening even further, clearly touched. "this is awesome," he says, eyes sparkling with admiration. "you're a natural at this! i'd take you on my team any day."
he reaches over, nudging you playfully. "guess i got my treat after all." his voice softens, warmed at your gesture. "thanks for making this halloween so.. special."
❥ kyoka.
you knock on kyoka's dorm, lightly twirling one of the earphone jacks you'd made and attached to mimic her quirk. her mouth is open to speak when she opens the door but quickly closes, staring as she takes in the jacket, headphones, and edgy style that matches her.
"trick or treat," you say with a grin, holding out a small bucket filled with her favorite treats and snacks.
kyoka clears her throat, a blush spreading across her cheeks as she lets out a small, surprised laugh. "you.. dressed up as me?" she gives you a playful shove, a warm smile taking over. "you even got the earphone jacks! that's awesome."
handing her the bucket, you chuckle as she digs through it. "figured i'd try out being a rockstar for a night. pretty cool, right?"
she takes a piece from the bucket, shaking her head. "you look way cooler than me," she says, voice softening. "thanks for.. ya'know, being me for halloween. i kind of.. like it," she admits shyly
❥ momo.
you knock lightly on momo's door, adjusting the red outfit you'd taken the time to sew mimicking her hero look. when she opens the door, her eyes go wide for a moment and she clasps her hands over her mouth, a delighted smile spreading across her face.
"trick or treat!' you say with a little laugh, wanting to coo over her reaction as you hold up a fancy box of chocolates.
momo's eyes sparkle as she takes in every detail of your costume. "oh my goodness! you look.. incredible!" she says, thrilled as she reaches to touch the fabric. "you even got the little details.. you must've worked so hard!"
you smile as she takes the box, shrugging slightly. "only the best for my inspiration," you say, "thought i'd try out elegance for the night."
she returns your smile with a warm one of her own. "you look beautiful," she says softly, stepping aside to invite you in. "thank you for going to so much effort.. it means a lot to me."
❥ toshinori.
you knock on toshinori's door, swaying in your simple attire of a white tshirt and cargo pants, something easy that matched his style. when he opens the door, he takes you in for a moment before chuckling.
"trick or treat!" you say with a bright grin, holding out a small pumpkin bucket filled with his favorite candies.
he laughs, shaking his head, clearly amused. "well, well. you went all out, didn't you?' he says, though despite being amused, he's touched. "didn't think anyone would want to dress as me - at least not the everyday version." he adds with a shy smile.
handing him the bucket, you smile. "just wanted to show off a different side of the hero," you commented, nodding a few times.
he chuckles as he takes the bucket, reaching to affectionately ruffle your hair. "you're too kind," he murmurs, voice full of warmth. "thank you.. really. you brought some light to my day."
❥ mina.
grinning, you adjust the bodysuit and make sure your hair is fluffed up after knocking on the door, trying to capture her fun, energetic style. when she opens the door, she lets out a delighted squeal, clapping her hands with excitement.
"trick or treat!" you say, holding up a little pink halloween bag with treats for her.
"oh my gosh! you look amazing!" she exclaims, bouncing with excitement. "you even got the hair right! look at you!" she pulls you into a tight hug, giggling with pure delight.
you laugh softly as you hand her the bag. "i thought i'd channel my inner mina for the night. i hope i did it justice!"
she beams as she takes the bag, practically glowing with excitement and appreciation. "are you kidding?? you're perfect!!" she coos, linking her arm with yours. "now we've got to go show everyone! best halloween ever!" and as she pulls you along, her joy is infectious, making the night even more unforgetable.
❥ keigo.
the sun has just dipped below the horizon, painting the walls of keigo's office with amber light casting through large windows. it's quiet for once, the evening calm settling throughout the building as the remaining staff begins to head home. you take a steadying breath as you settle the frame against the hallway wall and adjust the large wings on your back - crafted with hours of care and attention to match Hawks' iconic look as closely as possible.
you knock on the door, taking another calming breath as you hear the muffled sound of his voice. "come in," he calls, distracted, his attention taken by a mount of reports.
you push the door open, stepping inside and clearing his throat to get his attention. "trick or treat?' you say softly, not wanting to interrupt but still wanting to share at least a little cheer from the day. you do your best to strike a pose, the wings on your back spreading slightly.
it takes him a moment to look up from his desk, eyes widening when he does, taking in the sight of you. for a minute, he's stunned, mouth falling open before a grin forms. "well, look at that," he leans back, arms folding and raising an eyebrow. "didn't think anyone could look this good in my style," he teases, drinking in every detail of the outfit with a warmth to his gaze. "wait, is that.. my jacket?" he muses, head tipping.
"might have taken it from our closet?" you offer a playful smile and set the little gift bag on his desk but his attention is taken away, looking over the handmade feathers and intricate work you put into the wings. "oh, i didn't just dress up," you begin, "i brought you a gift."
you leave the room for a second to carefully pull the large picture frame into the room, shuffling to turn around to show him the front, revealing the perfectly crafted wings you made. the red wings are folded, perfectly centered in the frame, matching his as close as you possibly could. "i.. actually made these wings for you. i thought.. maybe, they could keep you company up here, give you a piece of yourself to stay in your office."
his eyes soften as he stands to cross the room, reaching to carefully touch the edges of the frame, taking in every detail - he's in awe of the near perfect detail to them, so much so, that it causes a brief ache of having lost them. "you made these... for me?" he mumbles, voice barely above a whisper. his fingertips trace the outline of the wings over the frame, gaze filled with gratitude.
"yeah," you say softly, feeling a bit bashful now that he's got such an intense look. "it's so you'll always have something to remind you of who are, wings or not, even on rough days."
keigo chuckles and moves to carefully lean the frame against the wall before pulling you close, hands settled at your lower back to keep you there. "you really know how to spoil a guy, don't you?" he sighs, voice full of warmth. "guess i'm the lucky one with treats tonight."
he presses a soft, lingering kiss to your forehead. "thank you," he whispers, voice filled with sincerity. "i'll hang these up right were i can see them every day."
and as he pulls you close, you can feel the warmth of his gratitude, the unspoken bind between you that nothing could ever replicate.
❥ scenario: it's halloween, after all - the perfect time for ghosts.
❥ it's morbid, has ghosts.
❥ no betas.
❥ for jojo - whomst doesn't have a fcking tumblr.
it's 1:13 am and the room is cloaked in shadows, quiet except for the low hum of the city outside, something that had turned into white noise. satoru sits on the edge of his bed, his elbows resting on his knees, his fingers digging into his hair as he stares into the darkness, eyes bloodshot and heavy with the weight of sleepless nights. he hasn't been able to escape this empty space; the hollow silence that fills his life now that you're gone.
a soft whisper of movement catches his attention and he lifts his head, blinking slowly. there you are, standing in the doorway, your eyes alight with mischief, a playful grin on your face. "trick or treat," you say, your voice carrying the warmth and lightness he remembers so vividly. it's so familiar and so real, that he almost smiles, almost laughs - because of course you'd try to lift his spirits, even in the middle of the night. that's just how you'd always been.
but then the chill of reality settles in. his throat tightens as he realizes that you're not actually there, that he's conjured you up in a desperate attempt to feel close to you again, to pretend, even for a moment, that he didn't lose you. he had a knack for losing people, didn't he? you're a ghost standing in his doorway, a memory, lingering like a phantom in the night.
"trick or treat, huh?" he whispers, his voice cracking as he closes his eyes, holding onto the vision of you, wishing he could make it real. the metaphor is painfully fitting - you're a ghost, visiting him on halloween, haunting his mind because he couldn't save you, because he couldn't keep you safe. and now, he's left grasping at shadows, clinging to fleeting moments that can't ever bring you back. even if he could, would you ever forgive him?
he lets out a shaky breath, his chest tightening as he reaches a hand toward the empty doorway, his fingers curling into his palm when they meet only air. "guess i'm the one left with the trick, huh?" he murmurs, his voice barely audible, filled with a depth of sadness he can't let go of.
and as the night stretches on, he lays back, his eyes fixed on the ceiling, waiting, hoping to see you again - even if it's only as a ghost, a fleeting reminder of everything he's lost.
❥ scenario: just a chat, just a thought. the seasons change and people with it.
❥ no triggers; not rated.
❥ no betas.
❥ requested.
the late afternoon sun filters through the golden leaves, casting dappled light across the bench where you sit with suguru, taking in the gentle beauty of autumn's arrival. the air is cool, carrying the faint scent of falling leaves and the promise of colder days ahead. suguru leans back beside you, his shoulders relaxed and his gaze distant as he watches the leaves swirl around in the breeze.
"it's funny," he murmurs, his voice soft, "how things can feel so quiet, so… peaceful. almost like the world's telling us to slow down for a while." he glances over at you, a small, thoughtful smile playing at his lips, the warmth of his gaze contrasting with the coolness of the air.
you smile, nodding as you pull your scarf a little tighter around your neck. "sometimes, i think fall's the best season for just… being. no rush, no expectations. just… this." you gesture to the quiet scene around you, the way the leaves drift down like golden confetti, each one dancing in the soft breeze. "you can't stop change though, can you?" you whisper the words to yourself.
his expression softens, his gaze lingering on you for a moment longer than usual. "yeah," he says quietly, his voice warm. "guess we don't get moments like this too often, do we?"
he reaches out, his fingers brushing against yours on the bench, a simple, unspoken gesture that feels like a promise, as fleeting yet as perfect as the falling leaves; a promise you know won't be kept. for a while, neither of you speak, just sitting side by side, wrapped in the warmth of a soft, quiet moment that, somehow feels like it could last forever.
as you sit in silence, watching the way the sunlight dances on leaves as it goes down, you savor the quiet moment. the thought lingers in the back of your mind - a quiet, unspoken truth you try not to let surface too much. just as the seasons, things will change soon. you can feel it, simmering beneath every word and soft glance, like the shifting world around you, and as much as you want to ignore it, you can't. it's tugging at the edge of every quiet moment together.
you glance at him, committing his relaxed expression to memory, the way his eyes soften as he watches the leaves falling, the way his smile feels both here and yet somewhere to far away, a place you'll never reach. you wonder if he feels it, too - the ache of pulling away, the deep twist of a path that won't bring him back.
but for now, you take a deep breath and lean against him; he's here. and as his thumb traces over your knuckles, grounding you, you let yourself stay in the small pocket of peace, hoping it'll be enough to carry you through the change and whatever follows it.
hi! i saw that ur taking requests & was wondering if u could maybe do like a cozy fall drabble w keigo where ur out enjoying the weather, maybe getting a drink together or something? if that works! thank u if so, but no worries if not! (also thanks for the boops aha. 🩷)
all posted for you, hope it's okay!
( also, np - i sat here for a good minute trying to figure out how to do the different kinds lmao )
❥ scenario: spending a cozy fall day with kei
❥ no triggers; not rated.
❥ i don't have any beta readers - you get what you get.
❥ requested: @suresnips
❥ i pulled the type of drink out of thin air lmao
the crisp fall air greets you as you step out, filling your lungs, the world around you painted in hues of amber, red, and gold. leaves crunch underfoot and there's a gentle rustling in the trees as the breeze picks up, carrying the scent of pumpkin spice from nearby cafes and fallen leaves. keigo walks beside you, his hand comfortably intertwined with yours, his gaze glancing over at you with that familiar, easy smile that seems to make even the coldest days feel warm.
"look at that," he murmurs, pointing to a nearby coffee cart on the corner of the park, nestled between a couple of trees that are almost bare now, their leaves scattered along the path like confetti. "bet they've got something to warm us up.. let's check it out?"
you nod eagerly, and the two of you make your way over, keigo ordering for both of you, his tone friendly and light as he exchanges a few words with the barista; you sometimes envy how easily he socializes. he hands you a steaming cup, the aroma of spiced chai filling the air as you cradle it in your hands, savoring the warmth that seeps through to your fingertips.
keigo takes a sip of his own drink, then lets out a satisfied sigh, his eyes closing for a moment as he basks in the taste. "nothing like a warm drink on a chilly day, huh?" he glances over at you, his golden eyes sparkling, and then gives you a playful nudge with his shoulder. "plus, it gives me an excuse to pull you in close when it gets too cold," he adds, his voice soft and filled with adoration.
you chuckle, taking a sip of your chai as you both continue down the path, the leaves swirling around you like a scene out of a dream. keigo's arm finds its way around your shoulders, pulling you just a bit closer, his fingers lightly tracing patterns along your arm as you walk.
"so… favorite thing about fall?" he asks, his tone casual but genuinely curious as he glances over at you, his gaze filled with a quiet contentment.
you think for a moment, then smile, your answer simple. "days like this," you say softly. "the colors, the chill in the air, and… well, spending it with you."
keigo's expression softens and he stops, turning to face you fully, his hand finding yours as he offers it a gentle squeeze. "good answer," he murmurs, his voice low, a playful smile tugging at his lips. he leans in, pressing a warm kiss to your forehead, his breath a soft warmth against your skin.
the two of you continue walking, wrapped up in the magic of the season, your laughter mingling with the crisp air as keigo tells you stories, his voice animated and full of charm. and as the sun dips lower, casting a golden glow over the park, you can't help but feel that this moment, this cozy, perfect autumn day, is exactly where you're meant to be - with him by your side, enjoying the beauty of fall, and the quiet joy of just being together.
"movie night?" you ask, looking over to him with a tip of your head, taking the short moment to admire his side profile.
the soft glow of your phone reads 4:17 am as you stir, blinking into the darkness. you'd fallen asleep a while ago, but as you turn over, you realize shigaraki is still awake, sitting beside you in bed, his gaze distant as he stares at the ceiling.
you reach out, resting a gentle hand on his arm, and he flinches ever so slightly, as if pulled from a world all his own. "hey," you murmur, your voice soft, a sleepy warmth in your gaze. "couldn't sleep?"
he glances down at you, his eyes narrowing in faint surprise before softening. "didn't mean to wake you," he mutters, though he doesn't pull away. there's a quiet tension in his voice, a heaviness he hadn't intended to share with you in the quiet hours of the night.
you shift closer, resting your head on his shoulder, wrapping your arm around his. "i don't mind," you whisper. "if you're awake, i want to be here with you."
he lets out a quiet sigh, his gaze dropping as he intertwines his fingers with yours. for a moment, he's silent, as if he's trying to find the right words. but then, he just leans into you, his head gently resting against yours. "it's… easier when you're here," he whispers, his voice barely audible, his grip on your hand tightening ever so slightly.
in the dark, you stay like that, his breathing gradually evening out as he finally lets himself relax, grounded by the warmth of your presence.
who is part of the engagement ring post? can we request for it? or is it done?
H ello 💕
You can request for that, ofc. I'm happy to take requests in general or if you see my pending for reactions/blurbs — feel free to ask for certain characters to be part of it.
The "They find the engagement ring you hid" blurb is one of my longer ones.. it includes:
❥ scenario: answering a simple question.
❥ no triggers
❥ i don't have any beta readers - you get what you get.
❥ taglist: @mimis-happiest-day
"what do you want from me?" the words slip out, trembling in the cold. your voice is barely louder than a whisper, as if the weight of the question itself could shatter the silence around you. they stare back—each gaze colder or hotter, more calculating or more devouring than the last. whatever their answers, you know the fatui don’t give anything freely.
❥ arlecchino.
her gaze remained sharp as you stared at her, cutting through you like glass. "what do i want?" she repeated, almost mocking, but there's a softness - she thought over your words. "everything," she finally says, her hand reaching to trace over your jaw with the tip of her nails. "your loyalty, your strength, your heart. and, only if you're strong enough, your soul." her words are both a demand and devotion, the only way she would deliver them.
❥ dottore.
he chuckles, the sound low and unhinged. "what do i want?" he purrs in amusement. he takes your hand to hold it open, his thumb rested against your pulse. "to see what makes you tick, of course. to pull you apart, piece by piece - and then, perhaps, if you're good.." he trails off for a moment, his smile mischievous. "i'll put you back together, better than you ever were."
❥ childe.
he grins, a mischievous glint to his eyes. "what do i want? hm.." he echoes, moving closer, voice playful but laced with a surprising depth. "i want everything you've got - every laugh, every secret, every scar." his hand finds yours, fingers threading between your own. :i want to fight beside you, protect you, and maybe.. just maybe, find another reason to stop fighting."
❥ pantalone.
his smile is knowing as it forms, eyes shining with something dark and calculating. "ah, my dear, you know very well what i want." he steps closer, fingers finding your cheek, his gaze holding a weight you couldn't name. "loyalty, love - such beautiful words." his hand lingers a beat too long. "but, what i truly want.. is to see how far you'll go for me."
❥ signora.
her gaze is fierce as always, though tempered by something gentler, softer than her usual demeanor. "what do i want?' her voice is barely audible and she pauses, eyeing you closely. "i want to burn the world down, watch it all turn to ash - with you by my side. you're the one spark i never expected," she adds, a rare smile gracing her lips.
❥ scaramouche.
he scoffs, arms crossing in his usual fashion, acting like your question offends him. his tone is biting and mocking as he repeats your question. "i want you to stop asking stupid questions." but he looks away, letting out a deep sigh, annoyed. "you should know by now.. i wouldn't keep you around if i didn't think you were important."
❥ columbina.
her smile is serene, unsettling so, as if she sees far beyond you. "what do i want?" she hums, thinking over the answers as her fingers dance against your shoulder. "i want you, my songbird. to sing for me, to shatter the silence. most of all.." her voice drops, becoming a whisper, like the next words were a deep secret. "i want you to stay, forever bound to this melody only we share."
❥ pierro.
his gaze is unreadable, maybe solemn if you had to choose a word, carrying to weight of worlds and beyond. he repeats your words, considering the question. "loyalty. strength. is that not what everyone wants? but with you.." his hand fingers your shoulder, steadying and grounding you both. "i want.. peace." there's a softness to his voice, a rare vulnerability that you deemed impossible. "stay besides me, and let us carve a legacy that will never be forgotten."
❥ sandrone.
her head tilts, observing you with an eerie, calculating gaze. she always looked at you as if you were a piece of her collection. she repeats the words, quiet and detached, in a way that made you feel like she didn't quite understand. "i want you to stay perfectly still, exactly as you are. i've never been fond of things that break too easily." he fingers lift, tracing your cheek bone, a possessive, chilling touch. "for you, i might make an exception. just don't disappoint me."
❥ capitano.
the weight of his voice is that of unspoken promises, deep and quiet, a rumble if nothing else. "what do i want?' he asks, his tone unwavering but something told you he'd never been asked such a thing. "i want you to stand beside me without fear. to see the world through your eyes and remember what it is i'm fighting for." a gloved hand rested on your upper arm, a surprisingly gentle touch. "and, you're willing, i want you.. as my reason to keep moving forward."
❥ scenario: kissing izuku.
❥ no triggers; not rated.
❥ i don’t have any beta readers - you get what you get.
❥ requested: @florascent
❥ series: tomura - izuku
✧*̥˚ some stuff *̥˚✧
kissing izuku is like melting into the warmth of a quiet embrace, a softness that's almost surprising with it's intensity. each kiss carries a gentle, earnestness, and you can feel the relief in him, the way he let's go of the days weight and sinks into you with each kiss. of course, some days, he gets a little carried away.
he kisses you with a quiet strength that he's built over the years - kind and patient. sometimes, there's a slight hesitation, as if the kiss is an overwhelming moment he's still getting used to, even after all this time. his lips are warm, only slightly chapped due to his lack of self care with his busy lifestyle, but you wouldn't change a thing. he pulls you close, one hand in your hair or at the back of your neck, another on your back, preferring to keep you flush against him, safe and secure - it's his way of saying he's never going anywhere.
his kisses can be a little less careful on bad days. it goes over some people's head that he can be possessive; a little jealous, insecure. and some days, he can't help but kiss you in a way that says 'you're mine' but never harsh enough to scare you off.
and on other days, his kisses are full of care; he pours his heart into each touch, each kiss, all the strength and protectiveness that comes with being a hero, but with all the vulnerability of someone who's found a safe space. each kiss reminds you that no matter how heavy his burden, his love for you will remain and be a constant - strong, unwavering, and so beautifully sincere.
nose kisses
temple kisses
shoulder kisses
slow, tender makeouts
kisses over yours ( and his ) scars
izuku would be a nervous, eager wreck in the beginning, letting you take the lead because he would rather experience than worry about if he's screwing up. he is absolutely not beyond letting you be in control. he would be hesitant at first but would hold you carefully, gently gripping at your waist to anchor himself. probably having one of those 'this is really happening' type of thoughts.
it's intense, each kiss feeling like a silent voice he isn't able to put into words. he's absolutely an emotional kisser, the type to memorize every touch, savoring the warmth and feeling of your lips and frame against his own. it would happen on accident the first time, but he wouldn't stay so gentle - once he found his confidence, he's pretty much obsessed with it. kissing you becomes his favorite way to unwind; it grounds him in something good and you happen to be his favorite flavor of good.
but, oh boy, when he's worn out? he is at his clingiest, leaning in for longer kisses, considering you the calm to his storm. these are the times when things tend to just... last a while. buuuut, sorry reader, the body worship is a different post.
✧*̥˚ tiny things *̥˚✧
❥ nose kisses: light and playful little pecks, usually when he's feeling all sentimental and fond, wanting to see you smile. these usually come when you're all wrapped up together, staying close and he's pressing lazy kisses around your face in general, but he likes the way you scrunch your nose and peek up at him when he does it.
❥ temple kisses: these are a calming thing for him, usually after long days. he likes to hold you close, letting his lips linger there and he calms down, letting go of everything the best he can.
❥ shoulder kisses: subtle but meaningful. izuku will generally wake you up with kisses to your shoulder and back/side of your neck, whispering little things before he'd nudging at the back of your ear. it's an affectionate gesture and he also does this in moments when words aren't needed at all.
❥ slow, tender makeouts: his favorite thing in the world is to have you on his lap, kissing you. especially something deep and unhurried, savoring every second, pouring both of your hearts into every movement. these are the moments where his hands are under your shirt, splayed against your lower back to keep you close, and ( surprisingly ) letting everything on his mind fade out that didn't revolve around you.
❥ the one time you almost died: izuku had a very important event to speak at, leaving him pacing to the point you were sure there would be a path marked on the flooring. you'd chuckled and grabbed his face, pulling him into a kiss that was supposed to calm him down and reassure him. what it did? the opposite - especially when neither of you heard the announcement and the curtain pulled open. it wasn't anything unwholesome but he was ready to wither away and so were you. however, to be clear, he wasn't ashamed to be caught with you - no, never.
✧*̥˚ a kiss *̥˚✧
it had been a quiet evening after a long day and everyone had already parted ways, back home and wherever they may disappear to. you found yourself lounging on izuku's couch, having followed after him to discuss a few things and possibly grab dinner. however, as you talked, you noticed there was something different in his gaze - softer, warmer, like he'd been holding back words he wasn't sure how to say.
as the conversation lulled, he glanced at you, hesitant but reaching to find your hand with his own. "can i...?" he asked softly, eyes searching your own for permission. you were a little surprised and barely even able to nod before he leaned in, closing the space between you.
the kiss was gentle at first, cautious and slow like he was savoring every second. his free hand rose to brush his fingers at the back of your neck, while the other slipped away to settle at your waist, guiding you closer. but soon, his initial shyness melted away, replaced by an intensity from both sides. you felt him pull you in a bit tighter, his grip at your side steadying him just as much as you did.
when you broke apart, his gaze was flushed and his gaze bright with quiet awe as he took you in. "i've been waiting for that all day," he admitted with a breathless laugh, showing that little smile you couldn't help but coo over. you responded by leaning close, bumping your noses together, your own smile breaking through.
the night went on, the two of you sharing small kisses and light conversation, staying close.
❥ scenario: uraraka comforting her lover over loss.
( wife - she/her reader )
❥ TRIGGER WARNING: This post contains very, very sensitive topics regarding pregnancy ( via ivf/donor ) and loss. Please, do not read this if it will make you uncomfortable or upset you.
❥ this was a request.
❥ a/n: this request was sent to me by someone who understands i am apothiosexual and have never experienced something like this. i am very grateful to be trusted with something so sensitive and important. i want to use this as a reminder to those who visit my blog: this is a safe space. yeah, you could see it as just a random blog writing for pixels but there is a writer behind it and my inbox, discord, asks, etc. are all open for those who need someone. i may not always be able to write for sensitive topics, depending on the subject but i will always try my hardest to write something that will make you feel okay, even for a few seconds. as always, if you need to reach out.. please do.
+ this shouldn't need to be said but this is very obviously timeskip, pro hero timeline ocha.
that being said: this is your final warning for sensitive content. i truly hope i can do this request justice. and, if you have been through this, please know that in no way am i ever going to claim understanding the pain of this situation.
a soft, morning glow filled the room, the world feeling like it had stilled for weeks. ochako carefully took a seat on the edge of the beat, reaching to collect one of your hands, fingers tracing circles in attempt to soothe. she knew the grief ran deeper than words could explain - knew that it was a wound that couldn't be patched simply by her words alone, knew that even she couldn't understand your pain. but she couldn't bear seeing you so lost in it, weighed down in isolation. what could she really say? she had been there the moment it happened, saw the look on your face - your screaming and crying echoed through her thoughts daily. she lived in a world of saving people, seeing destruction and pain, but nothing compared to that day and nothing ever would. she couldn't save you - couldn't save either of you.
"hey," she mumbled, her voice barely high enough to break through the silence. "what do you think about going out today? just for a little bit.. just a walk, maybe? we can go anywhere you'd like." her voice was soft and hopeful. she could sense the hesitation, the way your shoulders tightened and hand shifted but you didn't pull away. "please," ochako added, the tiniest bit of pleading to her voice. "i just.. i want to be there for you, with you. i can't.. i can't do anything to make it better but i want to be here. anywhere we go, i'll be right here."
her thoughts told her she didn't have the right to soothe over something she hadn't personally experienced.
you finally looked up to meet her gaze, holding back tears and it made her heart ache. "it.. just feels like.. i'm not enough now.. like i'll never be," she whispered, voice cracking as you voiced the thoughts that had been beating down on you. "like i failed.. i couldn't give you what we both wanted.."
ochako's breath hitched at the words, not having realized just how you'd been seeing things. her hand shifted so she could lace your fingers with her own, squeezing your hand softly. "you are my everything. this.. this doesn't change that. not now, not ever. and failure..?" she said the word as if it was offensive, her own tears forming but she held back. "you didn't fail and i would never, ever see you as a failure."
it took a moment for the words to sink in but you eventually nodded, taking a deep, shaky breath. you sat up slowly, her hand helping to steady you. "a walk doesn't sound so bad," you said, getting to your feet and moving to put on something comfortable with her supporting you. the world felt empty, even moving around to get dressed - it felt pointless but a part of you knew you couldn't stay that way.
as you both made your way outside, into the world that felt both familiar and distant, you couldn't help but let your mind wonder to darker places. the sun casted a soft glow over everything, and the fresh air filled your lungs, easing you just a little. your steps were measured and your focus was mostly on the warmth of your lover's hand in your own, repeating her words in your head.
ochako was doing her best, pointing out small things - a blooming flower, the warm colors of the fall leaves, a puppy tugging excitedly on it's leash - to bring even a little brightness to the moment, each comment a reminder of life's beauty and a nudge to look outward, beyond the walls of sorrow you had so easily built. it almost made you want to cry, being reminded that the world still went on after everything and you needed to, as well.
after a while, you found yourself sitting on a park bench, tucked close to ochako's side with her arm around you. "sometimes, when everything feels like too much, it's nice to remind yourself of the little things," she began softly. "like this.. the world may be hectic, things.. may not go how we think they should but.. i get to spend my day with my wife, sitting here, breathing in the fresh air. these moments remind me that at the end of the day, it will be okay.. even when everything feels heavy."
you frowned to yourself, resting your head on her shoulder and soaking up the comfort that came with her touch. "i want to believe that.. i wish i could see the world through your eyes," you mumbled, sighing softly. "but it's so hard."
ochako smiled, a tinge of sadness to the gesture as she leaned close, pressing a lingering kiss to your forehead, as if to let her love seep into the words. "i'll hold onto that hope and beauty for the both of us, then," she promised, "and i'll keep reminding you, no matter how long it takes, that it will be okay.. that i love you."
silence took over after the words, leaving you both to enjoy the time you had together, the brief peace that you held onto. soon enough, ochako offered to get something to eat and you hesitated, the idea of food not having sat well with you for the past weeks but you nodded, eventually. she lead the way to a familiar dinner, a place filled with warmth and memories. you'd met her there often during your time in school and even on nights later on when hero work had her out far too late. the air always smelled of freshly based bread and warm coffee, and ochako's heart lightened when she noticed the ghost of a smile that had appeared on your features.
as you settled in a booth, hands linked on the tabletop, she glanced around before looking to you. "how about we share something small?" she suggested, doing her best to encourage you, "and, we can even get you one of your favorite coffees." you thought over it, unable to help but feeling soft as you remembered the first time she tried your favorite, face scrunching over how sweet it was. you nodded and she was more than happy to go order something, leaving you to simply watch and think.
both of you fell into light hearted conversation with tiny smiles and soft touches, reminiscing and falling in love all over again. eventually though, the conversation turned, and your gaze fell, speaking barely above a whisper. "do you.. still want a family?" you hesitated before looking up to her, eyes filled with worry, the lingering feeling that you weren't enough clawing at your insides.
ochako brought a hand up to your cheek, her gaze unwavering. "we are a family," she said firmly, "you and me - that's all I've ever needed." she paused and took a breath, voice softening. "i would love to expand our family, with you. however that happens, we'll find a way. i don't.. i don't want you to feel like we have to do that, love, and i don't want you to feel like /you/ have to go through all of it again. what i want and what i need are two different things and as long as i have you, i am happy."
she watched as a few tears welled up and gently brushed them away when they fell. "i love you," she whispered, leaning to bump your foreheads together softly, "this is not something you have to carry alone.. i'm here for every part of it. whatever you feel comfortable doing, i am going to be here and supporting you through it. i just need you."
you weren't sure if it was something you could go through again, not with the emptiness the first attempt had left you with but it was a deeper, long conversation for another day. "i just need you," you parroted, soft and cracking, leaning even closer to her. you knew ochako would do anything in the world to see you happy and that was something that got you through it. you knew the nightmares, the doubt - the nasty, empty feelings - none of it would go away over night but you didn't have to deal with any of it alone.
as you finished your meal together, there was a newfound peace that came with it all, feeling like you were back in the days of dating - feeling shy and kind of fluttery. it was nice to be reminded of those things. you had playfully nudged her when it was time to go, reaching out to collect her hand first that time around, and leaving against her. "i love you," you said, finally returning the words.
once back in the quiet of your shared home, you both sank onto the couch, your frame wrapped up in your lover's arms. "you're my heart," she murmured, pressing a kiss to your temple. "and i will stand by you in every single step we take forward. however we decide to move on, we'll do it together."
you could feel that burn to your eyes and ache in your jaw, telltale signs of wanting to cry, but you took a deep breath and smiled, head tilting to press your lips against her cheek. "together," you affirmed.
in that embrace, you both knew it would take a while for the pain to subside, knowing it may never disappear, but you would face the world hand-in-hand, with a love and resilience that could take you through anything.
