It began subtly, but Alastor noticed. He wasn’t oblivious—he never was. But now, as he sat in the lounge with a book, the two former angels were… different.
Lucifer leaned far too close, his wings shimmering faintly in the dim light. Every few minutes he would “accidentally” brush a feather over Alastor’s shoulder or hat brim, a quiet preening gesture disguised as nothing at all.
Lucifer: *soft hum, grinning wide* Ah, bit of dust there, Bambi. Wouldn’t want you looking anything less than perfect. *he flicks another feather against his sleeve with a flourish*
Adam goes to Alastor and Lucifer with a plate of food. Fresh fruit, carefully cut, and even a pastry.
Adam: *thrusting it forward, awkward but earnest* Here. Eat. You need it.
Alastor: *raising a brow* …Are you attempting to fatten me up, dear?
Adam: *gruffly* I’m showing I can provide. That’s what this is. And yes. You need food.
Lucifer cackled, the sound smooth and teasing, though his golden eyes glowed just a little too sharp.
Lucifer: Providing? Really? Darling, anyone can fetch a pastry. Observe. *he snaps his fingers, conjuring a dazzling spread of fruits, cheeses, and even candied pecans—all arranged like a feast.*
Alastor narrowed his eyes, realizing the ridiculous escalation.
Adam’s feathers fluffed, a faint ripple running along the base of his wings—challenge.
Lucifer’s plumage shimmered brighter, his posture tall, head cocked like a bird in proud display.*
Alastor: *deadpan, but with a twitch of his grin* Okay what is going on here?
Lucifer: Nothing Alastor. Just don’t mind us.
Adam: Yeah. Nothing to worry about.
Alastor: *blinks* Okay then *he stretches out on the couch, feeling the need to lay down for some reason. Maybe he was tired?*
Adam bristled, feathers ruffling.
Lucifer only grinned wider.
But then they saw Alastor trying to rest. Almost instinctively, they both moved closer.
Adam leaned in first, sitting down and removing Alastor’s coat.
Adam: *muttering, throwing the coat to the next chair* You shouldn’t be resting in your suit.
Alastor: *rolls his eyes but surprisingly isn’t fighting back* I happen to find my coat, along with the other pieces of my suit to be rather comfortable.
Lucifer: *chuckles* That’s a damn Ollie Al. *he leaned in and brushed some hair from Alastor’s face*
Adam starts to lean Alastor back, poking at the bits of fur that seemed to poke between Alastor’s (stretched to the limit) dress shirt.
Alastor: *embarrassed but tries to contain the cringe*
Lucifer: *softly, teasing* Tch, and you call us messy. My deer, you’re practically begging for a bit of… grooming.
Alastor stiffened at first, ears twitching, but then something in the instinctive precision of it disarmed him.
They weren’t mocking. They were… preening him. Like birds tending a mate.
Adam removed his bowtie, which had been choking him all morning if he was honest. And Lucifer smoothed down another stray lock of hair. Together, they worked around him, fussing, straightening, fussing again.
Alastor: (internal voice) Why does I find this relaxing? (External voice) *voice quieter* …You two are ridiculous.
Lucifer: *murmuring with a smirk, fingers trailing lightly over his antlers as though polishing them* And yet, you’re letting us.
Adam: *gruff, but softer than usual* Yeah. ‘Cause deep down, you like it.
Alastor didn’t argue. He merely leaned back against Adam as the larger male moved his hands over his body, and Lucifer was at his side, against Adam, his fingers preening Adam’s wings.
We all love this cocky bird boy; you know you do. And what better way to portray him than have him be bird like himself? This is so funny to imagine and I’m aware that a lot of people like this headcanon. I have a few specifics I see and one of them I’ve used plenty of times in role plays I do.
One of the biggest parts of this is when he comes into contact with glass. I’ve had him run into glass doors with people right there watching. Multiple times, in and out those doors and it irritates him past a certain point. People would know him best for that one.
Since he’s a hawk basically I can see him eating a lot of meat and if wanted he could eat any sort of meat raw without getting sick off of it. I think that’s suiting for him and who he is but clearly, he’ll have self-control for the most part when in contact with food.
How were you supposed to know that by helping this poor fool who got himself cut up in a bar fight was going to open the door to the city's underbelly? You are only trying to survive in this rat hole but somehow you have managed to become a nurse for worst the city has to offer. Hopefully the two men who have inserted themselves into your life can keep you from getting killed or worse...
A Reader/Hawks, Reader/ Thief Takami What if? fic.
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Chapter 1
One Good Deed
It’s two in the morning and life finds you nursing a lukewarm coffee while sitting at your desk in the clinic. When you started school to become a nurse, sitting alone in a twenty four hour medical center was not what you pictured your life to be. Go get a medical degree y/n, you’ll be able to work with heroes she said. Maybe find a nice doctor to settle down with she said, hate to break it to you Mom but you are full of shit.
Though in hindsight, the only reason you are currently here is because you picked up the on call shift from a coworker with a sick kid. Let’s see I can’t just sit here and stare into the abyss until seven am so what can I do instead?… records have been organized and patient charts for tomorrow have been pulled, exam rooms have been cleaned, has anyone gone over inventory recently? You pause for a moment trying to go through dates in your head before ultimately deciding that's what you are going to do to pass the time.
The room where the medical supplies are kept sits towards the back of the clinic and out of sight from the main desk. Just to be on the safe side you bring the clinic phone along so that you don’t miss anyone in need of help. The next half hour is spent hauling supplies from the back room into the exam rooms. You are forced to stop for a bit when a concerned man calls in with questions about their nephew possibly manifesting his quirk but you were able to provide him with the correct phone number for quirk services. There are enough cotton squares and bandages to get us through the week but I should have it added to the order… we also need more- The subtle click of a door opening sounded so loud in the empty quiet of the clinic and the pained groan that followed instantly had you on alert. Peeking around the edge of the door frame reveals nothing in the hallway for now. You nearly jump out of your skin when a crash shatters the quiet again.
“Where the fuck do they keep it? I don't need much…” From what little information you have gleaned from the current situation, someone in pain has snuck into a twenty four hour clinic… which probably means they are either a druggie looking for a fix or someone from underground.
“Oh I am soo going to regret doing this…” you whispered into the empty air but you are hoping that because there is none of the noise that is usually associated with addicts attempting to rob the place, the person currently in the exam room is someone who can be reasoned with. As you make your way out of the supply room and into the hall, making sure that your steps are loud, you can hear more of the pained noises.
“Hello? My name is Keele, I’m a nurse for this clinic. Do you need help?” Everything went dead quiet the moment you called out. Ok this is no different than dealing with a difficult patient, just be prepared to dodge if needed… The door to exam room two sat half closed and with a deep breath to steady your nerves, you knocked twice on the doorframe before pushing the door open. You are immediately greeted with several crimson knives floating a half inch over all of your vital areas. Though by looking a little more closely at the one pointed towards your face, you realize the knives are actually feathers. Slowly raising your hands up in a show of surrender you tried to explain yourself once more.
“My name is Keele and I am a licensed nurse for this clinic. We are open for service twenty four hours a day which is why I’m here at this time.” You could hear the person behind you snort in disbelief.
“Are you the only one here right now?” he growled
“Yes, Doc is on call during the night shifts.” you allowed your eyes to roam what little you could see of the room taking note of the splatters of blood along the floor and cabinet. “We don't need to call him in depending on what you have going on over there…” Your attempt at turning your head to look at him is met with the feathers pressing closer to you, the sharp edges barely a breath away from your skin.
“Ok! Ok! I’ll stop trying to move. Tell me what you need and I’ll help you find it... unless its the hard stuff… I don't have access to the safe.”
“I need supplies for stitches and bandages…” His breathing is growing more ragged and you can now see even the feathers are starting to tremble with the strain of him trying to play tough. Whoever this is can barely hold it together, he isn't going to be able to take care of himself properly once I give him those items. Time to be the no nonsense nurse and hope it doesn't get me killed.
“Suture kit is in the second drawer and bandaging materials are in the cabinet above. Though frankly I don’t think it's going to be much help to you. Judging from the blood splashed around my exam room and your heavy breathing, you are about to collapse aren't you?” The snarl behind you is borderline animalistic.
“Are you brave or just stupid? Either way it's not going to stop me from killing you once I have what I need.”
“You won’t kill me” despite the situation, your voice is calm and firm. “Killing me serves no purpose other than satisfying whatever primal urge you are feeling right now. Here’s my offer, let me patch you up and get you on your way with antibiotics and pain relievers. In return I don't tell my boss that you attempted to rob us, threatened my life, and made a mess of the clinic. Then as a bonus for your wonderful personality, you may call on me anytime to patch you up when you find yourself on the wrong end of a smashed bottle again.” Mystery man snorts once, twice, before dissolving into full on laughter that ends abruptly with a rather pained ow .
“You know what Kid? I like you~ It’s a deal, just don’t try to fuck me over, it won’t end well for either of us.” When the feathers threatening your life flick away you heave a huge sigh of relief.
“How bad is the wound and where is it located?” Despite the stressful introduction you are all business at this point. Expertly pulling the needed supplies from their resting places and setting them up on the nearby rolling tray for use. You are pulling lidocaine into a separate syringe for use as you turn around from the counter to get a look at him. Oh Shit! Well thank god for learning how to control your facial responses. Nursing school was good for that at least.
Hawks Takami is bleeding in your exam room, sure the news has been on and on about the father-son pair hitting homes and businesses and robbing them blind. But you never expected to see the son in this dirty forgotten corner of the city. Though this close you can see how he gained the moniker of “Hawks”. Besides the bright gold of his eyes and the unique black markings surrounding them, there are hints of blonde feather down framing his face along the hairline and temples. His hair is short in length but despite the fact that it is clear this man has not had a shower recently has a distinct “fluffy” appearance. Pair that with the full crimson wing plumage, thick black talons, and scars across the bridge of his nose and along his cheekbone, he looks like something out of a nature documentary.
“You’re staring”
“I’m trying to figure out where you are bleeding from since you haven't been so kind as to show me. Despite me putting on my best nurse persona for you.” It's a half truth, but he doesn't need to know that. Groaning in pain he manages to maneuver the edge of the bloody, worn Endeavour hoodie up towards his chin to expose the wound that has been slashed across the edge of his stomach and up his ribs.
“How the fuck are you still standing?! Get that thing off now!” As he fights with the piece of clothing you are adjusting the exam table into a position where he can lie down completely in order to give you full access to the wound. Despite stiffening at your touch, he allows you to support him as he lays down on his uninjured side and adjusts his wings to drape behind him. As you roll the latex gloves over your freshly washed hands, you kick a rolling stool in the general direction of the table and drag your tray along to follow.
“You are extremely lucky, this could be so much worse than it is.” The wound itself doesn't go too deep, the part that clipped the edge of his abdomen did not break through into the body cavity. Nor did it make it down to the bone where it trails over his ribs.
“What can I say? I’ve always.. gnk.. been a fortunate bastard. Shit! What the hell are .. gah.. you doing?!”
“Cleaning off all the grime. Give me a minute I’ll numb you with the lidocaine before I start stabbing you.”
“Ha what ever happened to your gentle hands nurse? I thought you were supposed to take my pain away.”
“Gentle went out the window the moment you threatened me and when I recognized who exactly is now laying on my exam table. Now I’m just a little irritated that it's going to take me forever to nail all my belongings down to the floorboards in my apartment because I invited a known thief to bother me whenever he pleases.” He stays mostly silent throughout the procedure aside from a couple of hisses as you inject the numbing agent. You have already placed a handful of stitches into his skin before the silence becomes too oppressive.
“Mind telling me how this happened?”
“How were you able to tell I was slashed by a broken bottle?” You level him with a flat look that has him shifting on the table in discomfort.
“When you have worked in this area for as long as I have you pick up on patterns. Try not to move too much, you’ll tear the stitches before I’m done.” You place a steadying hand across the curve of his hip to get him to settle before continuing to sew the wound up. “I can tell who has been in a bar fight, warning shots, and stupid quirk rivalry battles. Then there are those who I refer to as being Underground. You're not the first to cross my table with those connections but I do need to warn you there are undercover heroes and vigilantes that come here often. They have helped the clinic in the past so we look the other way. That offer is being extended to you as well so long as you keep your troubles far away from the clinic while you are in it, that is the only rule.” You are finishing up the last few stitches when he speaks up again.
“Some guy at the bar I was relaxing at didn't like the fact I was talking to his woman and that she was enjoying it. Came charging over mad as hell, I was willing to take the blame for it and enjoy a bit of a fist fight, but instead he started hitting her right in front of me. I just reacted, threw the guy halfway across the bar, it was his friend that came in from the side and cut me up like this. The bouncer got involved at that point and kicked everyone out, pointed me towards this place to get help.” You’ve finished stitching him up and have already taped the bandages over the sutures to protect them.
“The bouncer who helped you was probably Hiro, he is a good guy. Try to keep your head down for a little bit or at least until the stitches can come out. Those drunks tend to keep grudges and will not hesitate to take you out for good.” Hawks gingerly maneuvers himself up into a sitting position as you take one final look at your work. Eyeing the dirty hoodie thrown onto the floor with contempt, that is not going anywhere near my sutures.
“Follow me, I need to get you some antibiotics and a clean shirt.”
“What's wrong with my hoodie?” he whines
“It's filthy and those sutures need to stay clean and dry. We keep spare clothes on hand so we should have something I can modify for you.” He follows you carefully back into the supply room completely soundless despite the massive wings on display.
“What is your shirt size usually?” you ask as you rummage through the selection of grey cotton shirts the clinic keeps on hand for these situations.
“Whatever I find that fits honestly.” He shrugs as you regard him in disbelief, taking a critical review of his body type and shape you pull out the size you think will work best.
“Give me a moment to find some scissors and I can cu-” RIP
“No need~” he chirps as one of his feathers makes two neat cuts in the back of the shirt with practiced ease.
“The bandages need to stay on for at least two days, you can wash around the wound with mild soap and CLEAN water but do not get the sutures wet.” You pause to hand him the medications and a wound care pamphlet “as for the antibiotics, take two tablets tonight and then one once a day until gone. The stitches can be removed after ten days.” As he pulls on the new shirt you quickly step back into the exam room to pick up the sad hoodie from the floor and offer it back to Hawks in the hallway.
“I hear cold water and hydrogen peroxide are helpful in getting bloodstains out of fabric.”
“It's not the first time this old thing has been soaked in it, I’ll figure something out.” The two of you pause by the back door, you are waiting to see if there is anything else he needs before diving back into the wilds of the city, he on the other hand seems reluctant to leave.
“I did say you could come bother me whenever you needed help…” He turns to you with an odd look in his eyes before seemingly coming to a decision on something. You watch as the hardened persona he projects slides back into place, he gives you a curt nod as thanks before disappearing into the night once more. You think you hear the rustle of wings but turn back into the heart of the clinic and lock the door behind you.
Seven am and Kanna finds you at the front desk getting things set up for the day. The scent of fresh brewed coffee floats from the break room but it fails to hide the scent of the heavy duty cleaner that they use to clean up body fluids.
“Have an interesting shift last night?” she asked as she placed the small paper bag with your favorite muffin inside next to you.
“Hiro sent over another victim of the bar scene, they needed stitches but nothing too crazy. Oh my god this is still warm~”
“Go enjoy your breakfast in the break room. I can get things started up here on my own. I’m pretty sure Dr. Maeda will send you home once they get here in the next fifteen minutes or so. Get a cat nap in so you can make it home safely.” With a mock salute in her direction you scurry off to enjoy the morning peace with a warm breakfast and fresh coffee.
Eight thirty am has you walking up the street to your apartment saying hello to the neighbors who are heading off to work as you are coming home. The hush that falls after the morning commuters have gone is a unique one that often has you standing just outside your door to enjoy it for a moment. You close your eyes to enjoy the warmth of the sun and violently startle when you are shoved into your front door and a loud bang resonates from beside your head. As your eyes snap open you all you can see is a wide, fanged grin and brilliant gold eyes.
“Hey Kid, we forgot to exchange our phone numbers…”
Have a little thing I wrote because I was studying too hard and needed to air out my brain.
Warning, I didn’t prove-read it so it’s probably crap.
It’s BNHA Hotwings btw. Featuring Hawks being a disaster in the kitchen.
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Dabi stared at Hawks silently. The kitchen was on fire. Hawks had been trying to cook noodles. Noodles for god's sake and the kitchen was on fire, the fire alarm blaring through their apartment.
"Hawks, you're a goddamn idiot." Dabi said. He grabbed Hawks by his wing and tugged him out of the kitchen. He cocked the fire extinguisher at the fire and put it out without much trouble.
His eyes narrowed as he looked back at Hawks. "How, pray tell me, does anyone, absolutely any living person, manage to start a fire. While cooking fucking noodles for god's sake!" Dabi called out.
Hawks shrunk into himself a bit. "I.. I just wanted to cook something for you..." He mumbled quietly. "I just had the sudden urge to do it..." He admitted.
Dabi sighed quietly, guilt eating him alive for causing that expression on Hawks' face. He was supposed to make his boyfriend happy, dammit.
"I.. I'm sorry for blowing up like that, Hawks. It's sweet that you'd try to cook for me but I was genuinely worried about you and I guess I allowed my emotions to take over." Dabi apologised.
Hawks stared at him for a moment before he hugged him gently. "Can we cook together?" He asked quietly.
