#dad!hawks

[hawks-flat-ass]

@lura-valentine gifted me this absolutely stunning ref sheet for Kalas. I haven’t had a chance to fill in the details yet (the woes of being Perpetually Busy™️; this time it’s HIPAA statutes). It will definitely go up on his Carrd soon. I just need to build out one more page, and then I can go through and tweak things I want, including fixing some gallery scripts and this upload. In any case, as always, there's an expanded snippet below from Blackbird, Chapter 1: Heckling.

⛔ CW: Parentification, Grief / Bereavement, Discussion of Deceased Parent, Alcohol Abuse (Mentioned), Parental Alcoholism, Emotional Breakdown, Crying, Parent-Child Conflict, Self-Blame, Guilt, Trauma Responses, Physical Comfort, Mentions of Parental Neglect, Family Trauma, Heavy Emotional Themes, Miscarriage (Mentioned), Chronic Illness (Mentioned), Bullying (Mentioned), Identity Discussions

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“So, they kept running their mouths?” Keigo asked, trying (and failing) to suppress a smirk. He took that to mean his son had tried to appeal to authority first, but his fists clenched at the idea of a teacher condoning bullying. “Lemme guess; you kicked their ass?”

Kalas hugged his crow tightly, hurt and regret that he’d thrown his blue jay, beginning to build to a critical mass. He was a deeply sentimental child, and he generally treated that blue jay as if it were the most precious thing in the world. To him, it certainly was, after all. 

“They said she was weak,” Kalas choked quietly after a long moment. “Or that the reason she died was because she didn’t love us or care enough to fight it. That… that she deserved it. That we deserved it. So many things…”

Keigo's smirk faded, expression darkening to a cold, hardened glare that hadn’t graced his face since the war. The idea that someone could besmirch his late wife; not just insult, but shred the very memory of her. It set his blood on fire. He took a grounding breath before gathering the blue jay squishmallow and slowly entering his son’s room. Sitting on the edge of the bed, he looked intently at his child’s back and iridescent black wings.

“You know that’s not true, right?” Keigo questioned, voice firm but as gentle as he could manage to at least attempt to console his progeny. “Your mom was a fighter and tried hard to beat it. When she realized she couldn’t fight it anymore, she didn’t want us to see her sick and in pain for years on end. She made peace with it. It wasn’t a matter of her not loving us to stay; she loved us too much to let us watch her slowly waste away.”

“I know,” Kalas pleaded desperately into his crow squish. “I tried to tell them that, and they just told me it’s my fault. My fault that she’s gone. That you’re alone. That she’s not here with you, making you happy. That all of this was my fault.”

Kalas paused momentarily, almost sure he could feel his father’s anger. His feathers fluffed with the effort before he finally let it out, whispering. “I wish I had never been born.”

Keigo's throat closed for a moment. He couldn’t speak; couldn’t breathe. That statement was a feather blade, aimed directly at its target.

Bullseye.

[mya-valentine]

Hi ❤, I don't know if you've watched Helluva boss, I know you don't write for Helluva boss but if you have watched it can I request Octavia reader where Hawks is readers father and reader gets kidnapped by the hassaikai?? If you haven't watched Helluva boss feel free to skip this or write this request but the reader isn't like Octavia ❤❤

BTW I LOVE YOU❤️❤️❤️❤️

Clipped Wings

A/N: I watched a compilation video so I hope this is to your liking, and love you too ☺️🩷

The air in your apartment was stifling, the usual sense of loneliness wrapping itself around you like a smothering blanket. The faint hum of the television in the background was your only company as you flipped aimlessly through your sketchbook. You weren’t an artist, not really, but you liked to sketch things that came to mind: dark feathers, looming figures, and sometimes, wings that weren’t your own.

You sighed, tossing the sketchbook aside. Being Hawks’ kid wasn’t as glamorous as the tabloids made it seem. Sure, you lived in a penthouse in the heart of the city and had access to things most people could only dream of, but the reality wasn’t so pretty. You were a shadow, constantly compared to your father’s brilliance. People expected you to be a mini version of him—charismatic, confident, and ready to dive headfirst into danger.

But you weren’t him.

Your quirk, Shadow Flight, was a twisted mirror of his. While he soared with golden wings that symbolized hope and freedom, your wings were made of shadows, trailing darkness wherever you went. They whispered to you, secrets and lies that made you question your own mind. Sometimes, you wondered if your quirk was more of a curse than a gift.

And tonight, the whispers were louder than usual.

You glanced at your phone. Hawks had sent a quick text earlier, something about being out on a mission. His usual, Don’t do anything stupid while I’m gone message made you roll your eyes, but it also gave you a pang of guilt. He cared, even if he had a funny way of showing it.

The thought of him out there, risking his life, made your stomach twist. You knew he was capable—he was the Number Two Pro Hero, after all—but that didn’t make the worry go away. You wondered if he ever worried about you the same way.

You shook your head, trying to push the thoughts away. It wasn’t like you were helpless. You’d been through the Commission’s training programs. You knew how to fight, how to protect yourself. But deep down, you knew that didn’t mean much when it came to people like your father’s enemies.

A sudden noise shattered your train of thought.

It was faint, barely audible over the sound of the TV, but it made the hairs on the back of your neck stand up. You froze, your senses on high alert.

And then, the window exploded.

Glass shards rained down as a figure dressed in black leapt into the room. You barely had time to react before they were on you, moving with inhuman speed. Instinct kicked in, and you summoned your shadow wings, letting them spread out in a flurry of darkness. The room dimmed as the shadows swallowed the light, but the figure didn’t hesitate.

Before you could strike, a sharp pain shot through your arm. You looked down to see a syringe embedded in your skin, the liquid inside already being pumped into your bloodstream.

“Wha—” The word barely left your lips before your vision blurred, and the world tilted on its axis.

The last thing you saw was the masked figure looming over you, their voice muffled as they spoke into a comm device. “Target acquired.”

When you came to, the first thing you noticed was the cold. The second was the ache in your head, a dull, throbbing pain that made it hard to think. You tried to move, but your wrists were bound, the metal cuffs biting into your skin.

Panic set in as your surroundings came into focus. The room was sterile, almost clinical, with harsh fluorescent lights that made your head pound even more.

“Ah, you’re awake.”

The voice was smooth, eerily calm, and it sent a chill down your spine. You turned your head, your gaze locking onto the man standing a few feet away.

Kai Chisaki—Overhaul.

You’d seen his face on the news, heard your father talk about him in hushed tones. He was a monster, a villain who tore people apart with a touch. And now, he was standing in front of you, his eyes cold and calculating.

“What do you want?” you demanded, your voice hoarse.

Chisaki tilted his head, studying you like you were some kind of specimen. “You’re Hawks’ child, aren’t you? I can see the resemblance.”

You glared at him, refusing to give him the satisfaction of a response.

“He’s been quite a thorn in my side,” Chisaki continued, pacing slowly. “Always interfering, always acting like a hero. It’s tiresome, really. But you…you’re an opportunity.”

You clenched your fists, the metal cuffs digging deeper. “He won’t come for me,” you spat. “He doesn’t care.”

Chisaki chuckled, the sound low and unsettling. “Oh, he’ll come. They always do.”

The moment Hawks found out you were missing, the world stopped.

He’d been in the middle of a mission when the call came through. The Hero Commission’s cold, detached voice on the other end of the line only made his panic worse.

“We have reason to believe your child has been taken by the Hassaikai.”

He didn’t wait for the rest of the briefing.

In the days that followed, Hawks was a man possessed. He barely slept, barely ate, his usual easygoing demeanor replaced with a single-minded determination to find you.

“Where’s the lead?” he snapped at Endeavor during one of their briefings.

Endeavor frowned, clearly uncomfortable with seeing Hawks like this. “We’re working on it. Rushing in without a plan will only make things worse.”

Hawks’ eyes burned with fury. “Worse than my kid being kidnapped?”

Back in the Hassaikai’s hideout, you were barely holding on. The days blurred together, each one more grueling than the last. Chisaki’s men weren’t gentle, and you bore the bruises to prove it.

But you refused to give in.

Every time they tried to break you, you clung to the thought of your father. You’d spent your whole life thinking he didn’t care enough, but now, you hoped—no, you knew—he was coming for you.

When the door to your cell burst open, you thought you were hallucinating.

“Dad,” you croaked, your voice barely above a whisper.

He didn’t hesitate. In an instant, he was by your side, his hands trembling as he unchained you.

“I’ve got you,” he said, his voice soft but firm. “I’m here.”

The days after your rescue were a whirlwind. Hawks refused to leave your side, hovering like a nervous bird as he made sure you were okay.

“I’m sorry,” he said one night, his voice breaking. “I should’ve been there.”

You looked at him, your expression softening. “It’s not your fault.”

He shook his head. “It is. I promised I’d protect you, and I failed.”

You reached out, placing a hand on his. “You didn’t fail. You saved me.”

For the first time in a long time, you saw vulnerability in his eyes. He pulled you into a hug, holding you tightly as if letting go would mean losing you all over again.

And for the first time, you let yourself lean on him, letting the shadows fade into the background.

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Masterlist

[nychthemeron-rants]

Keigo as a dad, gives me the impression that 90% of the time, he'd be a sweet, loving, doting father to his kid(s)... and then 10% of the time he'd do shit that, while well-meaning, is just incredibly inappropriate/ unhinged for the kid's age.

Like trying to teach his kid how to sword fight at like 4 years old. Sure, the sword is wood, but its still heavy and as big as the kid is, and yes, the kid is technically wearing padding, but they're too small to fit it right. When his spouse asks him wtf he's doing he just shrugs and says that the commission said combat skills should be taught as young as possible, and the kid said they wanted to learn. Besides, it's not like he was gonna spar with the kid or anything.

[katsukisswifeyy]

Not to be basic but can I request domestic dad hawks x mom reader? Like a chill day with their kids teaching them how to fly:,) thank you!!

Hey! Okay so I love this idea sm, I’m working on your second request now but here’s the Dad!Hawks for you! I hope you like it :) Masterlist

Saturday’s - Dad!Hawks

Saturday Mornings were peaceful, being able to sleep in with your husband. Limbs entangled in the sheets and his wings wrapped softly around you, shielding you from the sun shining into the room. Waking up slow to kisses and giggles, gentle touches and words of love.

At least that’s how Saturday Mornings used to be, now they were filled with two little chicks jumping on your bed leaving sloppy wet kisses on your cheeks and laughing excitedly in your ear. They were pestering you to wake up and feed them, “mommy! We’re hungry!” They whine to you as you rub the sleep from your eyes, “tell daddy,” you mumble, “he makes better breakfast,” your husband, barely awake mumbles back, “not true,” but still the two of you get up padding your way towards the kitchen while Keigo scoops up his twins and follows your lead. Your husband plays music softly as you start breakfast, he struts over to you and pulls you to him. The two of you dance around the kitchen, his hair is fluffy and tousled chest bare and wings as puffed up and fluffy as his hair. He swirls you and twirls you while the two of you are making eggs, your twins giggling as they watch. “Mommy up!” Your son, Yuki, calls to you making grabby hands, and your daughter, Yumi, does the same to Keigo. “Try flying to us!” Keigo tells them when he sees the way their small wings flutter in excitement. And the twins try, each making it a foot or two off the ground before dropping back down, “hmm looks like they’re ready to learn” you hum softly in Keigo’s ear. He agrees and the two of you grab a child each and dance around the kitchen, Yumi giggling loudly as her father spins and dips her. Yuki and you sway as he tries to lead, “mommy follow my steps!” He pouts and you laugh, kissing his cheek softly before plating the food, “why don’t we practice flying today?” “Yes! Yay!” The twins yell excitedly, their wings fluttering and sending red feathers all over the table.

As promised, after breakfast you get the twins ready and the four of you go outside, setting up a little picnic in the grass. Keigo flies Yumi up to the rooftop while you sit in the grass with Yuki on your lap. Yumi being the timid girl she was, needed lots of encouraging words from her father, who was more than happy to oblige. He spoke to her with so much care, “you got this birdie! I believe in you, and I’ll be right there with you the whole time.” He steps off the ledge flying a few feet back and encourages her to fly to him, trusting her father she steps off the rooftop and flying on her own before the fear catches up to her and she starts to fall. “Daddy!” She squeezes her eyes closed arms reaching out for her father, Keigo catches her with ease and the girl cried while he whispers loving words to her, “oh birdie you did so good, I’m so proud of you love,” landing he hands her off to you and she cuddles into your chest. “You did so good birdie!” You whisper and run your hands through her hair, meanwhile Keigo takes Yuki up, he was so determined to learn so he could teach his sister. “I can do this! I need to help Yumi!” He says, face full of confidence, matching the one his father wore, “you’ve got this kid! It might take a few tries so don’t get discouraged okay bud? I’ll be right here to catch you if you fall,” he ruffled his sons hair, Yuki nods feeling confident having watched his father closely for a long time.

So when Keigo encourages Yuki to step off the edge, the boy already knows what to do. He steps off flapping his wings a few times to stable himself before stretching his wings out as he glided over to Keigo, “GO YUKI!” You and Yumi yell from down below, excitement filled the air around you. Keigo and Yuki stayed up in the air until Keigo felt confident Yuki wouldn’t suddenly drop to the ground. Then you climbed onto the rooftop with Yumi and watched the two boys race above you, Keigo letting his son win. Once Yuki got tired the four of you sat bunched together eating the snacks you brought up, your husband holding you close as you listened to Yuki tell your sister how fun flying was. After snacks Yumi was ready to try again, this time you sat alone as you watched the twins and Keigo fly all around you.

You all stay there a while talking, laughing, and flying around the neighborhood, and you end the day cuddled on the rooftop watching the sun set. The twins fast asleep, Yuki with you and Yumi with Keigo, the two exhausted from the fun day they had. Keigo pulls you and Yuki closer to him, he kisses you lovingly and then lays his head against your shoulder, “I love you Keigo,” “And I love you my dove, and our two crazy chickpeas”

You take the twins to bed, tuck them in, place soft kisses on their heads and then make your way to your bedroom, Keigo by your side. The two of you take a quick shower, talking about the upcoming week and about who will be picking up the kids from school and which days. Then you slide into bed, cuddling up to your loving husband, “Today was perfect,” you mumble against his chest, “you’re perfect,” he winks down at you, “Keigo, you really are the best father and husband, we’re really so lucky,” Keigo’s heart fills with love, “I’m going to give them everything I never had,” you kiss him, and the two of you spend the rest of the night talking, and cuddling. Nothing will ever beat the feeling of having your husband by your side, nothing except for the two kids who sneak in to squeeze between the two of you. “Goodnight mommy, Goodnight daddy,” they whispered, “Goodnight my birdies,” you reply and Keigo covers the four of you in the protective shield of his red feathers, and you fall asleep to the whispering of your happy little family.

[xginata]

Goodnight Moon

Prompt: After accepting to babysit your best friends kids, Keigo comes to terms with his feelings about someday becoming a dad.

Rating: Pure & wholesome fluff.

Wordcount: short drabble, 1.5k words.

Notes: Wrote this at 1am because I couldn’t stop picturing Keigo overcoming his fears. Keigo would be such a great dad, even if he struggled he would do anything for y/n and his kids. Also tried to keep this as non-binary, as possible because I do want many people to feel included in my writings. I used the term “titi,” when it came to y/n because at least how I used it growing up, it was meant for both uncle & aunt. I hope everyone gets to enjoy this little piece!

(*´꒳`*)

Hawks was uncomfortable, as two little kids ran around him, poking and prodding at his wings, one even grabbing a fist full and pulling them out, making Hawks grow irritated.

Hawks had been expecting for you to be slumped up on the couch, drifting into a nap. He planned to surprise you this afternoon since he was able to come home earlier than expected.

He did not expect to see you and two little toddlers whose sentences always seem to start with, “why, what, where, when, and how?”

He most certainly did not expect to get jumped and tackled by the two little monsters either.

You were in the kitchen, making snacks for the two little toddlers as you heard him call out your name. Not completely yelling for you but also his calmness wavered.

You came out from the kitchen holding matching pb&j’s and two sticks of gogurts.

“What is is baby?” You asked and your eyes widened, letting out a small laugh.

The twins somehow managed to tackle him to the floor, Hawks sprawled out, unable to get up thanks to the twins quirk. They could increase the weight, almost harden, any part of a persons body and unfortunately for Keigo, it was the wings.

“Uncle Keigo!” They shouted in sync, laughing and giggling at his uncomfortableness. They had seen him on TV but never in real life and when they found out that their parent’s best friend, was in a relationship with Keigo, they begged to see him.

Your best friend asked you to watch them so they and their partner could go out for a date, you didn’t hesitate to say yes and you both knew the chances of Keigo actually being there. You wouldn’t force him and neither would your friend but it was probably a rare moment for your best friend that the twins wanted to be away from their parents, at least for now.

“A little help please?” He huffed as the twins ran circles around him.

“Come on,” you called for the twins, “I have snacks!” You set their food on the small table and turned on paw patrol, their gazes instantly fixed on the screen and their yelling subsided.

Hawks was still laying on the floor.

“Undo your quirk please.” You said to the twins who in turn touched their pointer fingers together, undoing their quirk.

Hawks let out a puff of air, finally felt like he was able to breathe. He cursed underneath his breath, “little monsters.” He said, you giggled and kissed him softly on the cheek.

“No, where’s my real kiss?” He pulled you back and you pecked him on the lips. He groaned, “Kids always get in the way.”

Hawks wouldn’t be much help that night but it wasn’t something you were mad about, you were happy that he was spending time with you, even as the twins asked him a million and one questions.

You knew about his past and you assumed why he felt the way he did about children, having a hard time as one himself and his upbringing, it was a sensitive topic. The baby talk wasn’t something either of you spoke about, you were happy with him and if it happened then great, and if it didn’t you were still happy.

He returned from showering, entering with a smaller set of wings, probably because he didn’t want the twins to keep messing with him, either way it didn’t stop them from asking him how his wings worked, and, “if you only grow your wing on one side, it would be like a mohawk on your back. A backhawk!” Hawks snorted at the failed joke attempt from one of the twins.

“Sure, kid.” He said laughing it off.

The twins turned back to you, rubbing their eyes.

“Titi, can you read us a bedtime story, please?” They synced up their please at the end, warming your heart, and the nickname they gave you making you smile.

“Of course!” Your soft smile diverted Hawks gaze from the TV to you. He hadn’t seen you smile like that in a long time, your eyes beamed with happiness and his own heart swelled.

He saw as you handed them their sippy cups with warm milk and led them to the guest room. He stayed on the couch for a minute, blankly staring at the TV and telling himself he didn’t want to see you with the twins. He huffed, giving up and got up from his spot. The guest door was slightly ajar, a nightlight was plugged in next to the bed, displaying beautiful shadows of stars and planets dancing together.

The twins were underneath their blanket, the one your best friend had packed along with the nightlight, “nightlight plus blankie, plus milk equals night night.” You remember your best friend saying as she left.

Keigo rested his shoulder on the doorway, as he watched you flipped through the pages of “Goodnight Moon.” He listened along with them, your tone was delicate with every word. Your eyes were soft as you’d look up from each page, checking as the twins started to drift off into sleep. He knew how you felt about kids, having it mentioned it once he knew that you would be happy either way.

For a moment he imagined it be him sitting in that chair, reading them the bedtime story as you laid down on the bed with them. Images of little toddlers with his wings and your hair, and your smile and your laugh, with your beautiful eyes filled his thoughts.

He imagined you and your full belly carrying his baby or if you didn’t want that or you couldn’t have that, then checking up on a surrogate with you, or adoption. Regardless, whatever you chose, in that moment he knew that what he wanted was to have children with you.

Your children didn’t have to grow up like him, they didn’t have to feel the pain of growing up alone and confused, because even if they might not have him all the time, they still had you. He knew, as you closed the book, and tucked them in, that you would be the best parent to his children. He wanted to be a dad, deep down he knew it was something he wanted to do, especially if it was with you.

He hadn’t realized he was crying until you walked up to him, worried.

“Are you okay, love?” You asked as you wiped his tears.

“I love you,” he whispered your name as he wrapped his arms around you. You let your confusion subside and hugged him back harder.

Keigo let go of you, looking at the twins who were still sound asleep and closed the door slightly. He pulled you back into the living room, and sat you down on the couch, he laid on the L-couch with his legs extended and opened providing you space to sit between them.

His arms wrapped over your shoulder, hugging you to his chest.

“I want..” his voice softened, remembering the twins, “I want to have babies with you.” He said, and your heart jumped.

“I know what you said that either way you were happy and it’s your body and I’ll be happy with whatever you decide but I want you to know that I was selfish back then, in closing off the possibility to see you as a parent because I know you would be an amazing fucking parent.” He rambled, “I want to see a mini version of you running around, or adopting a kid. I want to be there for you and them and provide a better childhood for them. I want to be a dad.” He confessed.

You turned your neck slightly, looking up at him with teary eyes, it must’ve taken a lot for him to say that to you. “I want that too.” You said.

Tears rolled down his cheeks as you turned around and kissed him, “I love you and I know you’d be an amazing fucking dad.” You repeated his words with the same emotion he had. You felt it, you knew he would be an amazing dad.

“Uncle Kiego?” The twins cried from the room. Keigo jumped from the couch, as did you but he got to the room faster.

“Whats wrong, kid?” He asked as he entered, the twins were crying.

“Nightmare?” He asked them and they nodded tearfully. You choked up, seeing him interact with them so differently since this afternoon. You didn’t know what made him change his mind but you were happy that he would give himself a chance to be a parent.

“Don’t worry about it. You’re safe, Hawks will look over you both so you don’t have anymore nightmares.”

“Can you read us the story again?” One of the twins asked, to which he nodded. He tucked them both back in bed and opened the book, reading them to sleep once more with Goodnight Moon.

[sweetsreverie]

what kind of father would hawks be?

Literally the best kind.

You know the fanart where his kid has little red wings? cute as FUCK.

Would definitely get his kid a tiny version of the coat he wears.

But seriously, he would be the best dad.

Although he seems quite rude at other times, he’s literally never like that with his child.

Putting his goggles on his baby 🥺

Would definitely talk to the baby as if they understand every word he’s saying.

“Hey kiddo, I gotta go do hero stuff today, be good while I’m gone so I don’t get an earful from Y/N.” 

Meanwhile the baby is just babbling and giggling up at him.

“Babe, they don’t know what you’re saying.” You’d tell him.

I can see him using some feathers to fly around and tickle his kid, and their little giggles fill the room.

Those baby giggles are his favorite sound 🥺

He would absolutely be the dad to throw his baby way too high up in the air.

You’re just like??? Keigo put them DOWN.

But the baby is just having a blast being tossed up in the air.

He loves putting the baby on his shoulders and carrying them around like that.

Until they pull on his hair and he has to pry their little hands off of it.

Your baby’s favorite place to sleep? On Keigo.

He’s laying back on the bed or the couch, and the baby is curled up against his chest and tucked under his chin.

Of course he’s stuck now and can’t move so he doesn’t wake the baby up.

He’s a laid back sort of dad, but on alert at all times as well.

Those videos of dads having insane reflexes and reaction times to their kids falling?? That’s him.

He’ll either catch them with his hands or send a few feathers over quickly to catch them.

Since the families of heroes can potentially be targeted by villains, he’s always careful when he’s out and about with you and the little one.

✧ masterlist ✧

[oappleofmyeye]

I gotta have more Dad!Hawks now.

[sokkisky]

~baby bird part seven~

Want to make a request?: https://forms.gle/NyZgUcqkCPzHRvVn6

Want a short quick post?: https://sokkisky.tumblr.com/ask 

Rating: SFW (Domestic, Fluff) 

Pairings: No Romantic Pairings 

Warnings: Lite Separation Anxiety 

A/N: ah but you knew it was coming soon. Very friend request after the Request Reset: 

BABY BURD PART 7 YOU ALREADY KNOW HAWKS X READER AND HAWKS BRINGS HIS BABY TO WORK AND SHOWS EVERYONE ( pro hero’s ) 

And you already know the beautiful milk bud @wafflesareniceandfluffy placed this in my lap. Thank you so much for your love and support. I love you sm sm sm. Alright before we begin I want to remind you all to take care of yourselves and be kind to yourselves! All the other parts are linked in the masterlist! 

Keigo flew slower to his job than normally, still fast, but slower than normal of course. His bubbling toddler laughed as the winds pressed against them. He held her tightly to him, both arms wrapped around her. Internally he was a bit worried she’d wiggle too much and slip out, so he’d make sure his hold was tight enough to keep her close but not hurt her. 

He knew today a mass surplus of heroes would be at his office, but you were feeling sick and he promised he’d take care of his baby for the day. He landed on the roof as normal, setting her down in front of him before kneeling down in front of her. 

“There’s gonna be a lot of heroes here today princess, even if they don’t work here.” he said to her softly, his eyes scanning her body for injury. She giggled, reaching her hands out in front of him. “Hero!” she said happily. 

He smirked, taking her tiny hands into his large strong ones. “Mhm, heroes.” he let her hands go and stood up. He reached his large index finger to her and she wrapped her tiny hand around it. He opened the door and walked her down the stairs to the top floor elevators. 

He stepped in the elevator and lifted her up, watching as she pushed the G button to take them to the ground floor. He set her down, letting her hold his finger again as they walked towards the room of heroes after the elevator doors opened. The voices got louder as they neared a large open room, fit to be a ballroom although everyone was in hero attire. The giant Hero get together, a way for heroes to meet up and catch up. Keigo stood in front of the door before he felt his daughter let go of his finger. He looked down at her as she held his calf, scared to go in. 

He gave a small laugh, turning and kneeling beside her. “What’s wrong baby bird?” he asked softly, “They’re heroes remember, they won’t hurt you.” Keigo rubbed her head, doing his best to reassure her. She smiled, nodded and he stood up, opening the doors and walking inside. 

Mirko walked up to him first “I see the life of the party is fashionably late again.” she said, a smirk on her face. “Tell me what was it this ti-” her voice trailed off her her eyes landed on the toddler. She looked from Keigo’s daughter to Keigo. “Alright bird brain don’t tell me-” she said putting the pieces together. 

Hawks grinning picking up his toddler in front of him. “Yep all mine.” His daughter smiled at Mirko, her hands making small grabby motions for her. Mirko smiled taking the baby into her arms. “Awe you sweet little thing!” she said, cradling the toddler in front of her. “You are so much cuter than your dad.” she joked with a chuckle. 

“Yeah yeah laugh all you want bun” Keigo replied, his eyes staying on his daughter. It’s Mirko. Of course she was safe but still, he had to keep a close eye on her. He was- until someone spun him around. 

“It’s been forever! Wow you’re doing good!” Present Mic said loudly, of course. Keigo smiled, keeping his calm and cool demeanor but inside he was more worried about his toddler. “Yeah yeah, and you?” he asked. 

They talked for a little bit more before he finally turned back around and Mirko was gone. 

And so was his baby. 

He panicked, his heart beating faster as his eyes scanned the room. There are dozens and dozens of heroes everywhere. He finally saw Rock Lock and Lock Lock, playing with her. They were all laughing as Lock Lock gently tossed his toddler into the air. You were laughing giggling happily falling back into his hands. Keigo watched Lock Lock set you down and he tried his best to move over to them, weaving through crowds of mingling people, being forced into small chit chat with some. 

By the time he made it to where they were, she was gone. He sighed, a hint of frustration in his tone as he looked around again. He found her again, on the opposite side of the room. He sighed, facepalming before making his way over to the clone hero Ectoplasm and Mt. Lady. 

Again he played the charade of having to weave through a mass amount of heroes, forced into small chat and such as he did his best to make his way to his baby. Once again however whenever he got close, she’d be gone. 

He turned hearing a loud “Wee!” just in time to see All Might with his toddler on his back. He had taken his bigger form and carried her around before setting her down and taking his normal shape. Keigo dashed after them but she’d already bumbled away, now sitting atop FatGum’s shoulders eating what looked to be chicken nuggets. Aizawa stood in front of them watching. 

Keigo’s wings fluffed and all he could think about was ‘Give her back! She needs to be close to me!’ 

He knew she was safe. 

But she wasn’t with him. 

Keigo knew full well she was excited and was moving to the heroes she recognized from TV and magazines. He flapped his wings lifting himself in the air gaining the attention of his party goers. He stayed suspended in mid air, the heroes starting to quiet down, thinking this was an important message. 

“Calling the hero Baby bird!” Keigo shouted out, his arms crossed as he couldn’t see her. The heroes looked around confused before a small voice shouted out “To the rescue!” A small gap opened up and there she stood, her arms up, just like she did whenever they played the hero game. He sighed a breath of relief flying down and holding her. 

He wasn’t going to let her go ever again.