Apr 19
I FINALLY DID A FALLING SCENE RAHH
also I was feeling angsty soooo...
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I FINALLY DID A FALLING SCENE RAHH
also I was feeling angsty soooo...
My favorite lil birb
Barely Contained Excitement
He can barely contain his excitement, it’s been four years, with Mrs. Inko’s help, daddy only had to serve four years in prison for his numerous questionable crimes (let it not be said Mrs. Inko wasn’t extremely good at what she did). Seeing daddy in the prison uniform the first few visits always made him cry when he had to go home with Mrs. Inko. He didn’t get to touch daddy, no hugs, no hair ruffles, no wing pets or scratches, no tickles, and that made him cry too.
But today was the day, a long four grueling years, a total of one thousand four hundred and sixty days without being able to wake up to daddy cooking breakfast in the kitchen or laughing or singing or attacking him with tickles or surprise hugs or petting his wings (just the thought of it makes him want to cry again) where he could only see daddy for one hour every Saturday as long as daddy was good.
Daddy promised to be on his best behavior so he could keep coming to visit.
And today was the day.
Wings fluttering excitedly, standing with Mrs. Inko outside the prison doors, Keigo bounces on the balls of his feet, stare unwavering as he watches the door for movement. Daddy was being released at noon, twelve o’clock, lunch time.
He turns to the green haired woman beside him. “What time is it now, Mrs. Inko?”
Mrs. Midoriya chuckles softly. “Eleven fifty-nine, Little Wings.”
“One more minute! One more minute, Mrs. Inko!” Fear suddenly washes over him. “What if daddy isn’t gettin’ out Mrs. Inko! What if they say he has to stay! What if!”
“Don’t worry, Baby Bird.” She assures the nine year old as she pets his feathery hair back. “Your daddy’s being released today for sure. They can’t keep him. I was guaranteed.”
He bounces excitedly when the doors open and someone comes walking out, and his bouncing comes to a stop when it turns out to be a man with blue scales, his bouncing begins again when he sees another person come walking out, and halts when it turns out to be a woman with spikes in her arms, his bouncing begins anew when he sees another person come walking out.
Scruffy scarred face, scarred arms, long feathery hair, wine red wings.
“DADDY!”
Keigo’s off before anyone can blink, wings bouncing behind him as he darts forward, Kettie grins, dropping the coat he’d been wearing upon intake to catch the chick up midstep. “Babyfeathers!” Hugging the winged nine year old close for a moment before pulling him back to nuzzle him. “How’s my Lil Raptor doin’?”
“Daddy I missed you!” The nine year old doesn’t quite want to let go just yet, clutching the shoulders of the man’s shirt, nuzzling him back happily. “You’ve been gone forever and ever and ever!”
“It’s only been four years Lil Chirps.” The rehabilitated villain chuckles softly. “That ain’t such a long time.”
“Daddy.” Keigo stares at him firmly and calls out in the most matter of fact voice he can muster. “That’s one thousand four hundred and sixty days.”
Kettie barks a laugh. “You can count up that high?”
“Daddy, I’m a big kid, of course I can count that high!” The boy sounds slightly offended. “I can count super high.”
“Nah, babychirps, you’re still just a lil thing.” The winged man looks him up and down. “A tiny lil chick still, have you even gone through your first molt, it looks like you still got some baby feathers in there.” He wiggles his fingers in the boys still chubby tummy lightly to make him shriek with giggles. “Yous still just a baby bird.”
“Dahahaahaddyy!” Keigo squirms around those wiggling fingers. “I am not! I’m a big boy now!”
“That you are, I’ll agree with that.” Kettie scoops his jacket up with one hand as he settles his chick on his other hip for easier carrying. “Yous tummy gotten bigger.”
“Daddy!” The nine year old exclaims. “So has yours!”
“I like to think its the whole ‘dad bod’ business.” Kettie affirms at the insults thrown at him in a playful manner. “After all I got myself a chick, ain’t I, that makes me a dad and it only suits me better.”
“I missed you daddy!” Keigo hugs the mans neck tightly. “It was such a long wait! I counted down every day until you got to come home again! Every sleep and every school day! I counted it all down!”
The exconvict catches up with the green haired woman who’s been raising his son in his absence. “Thats gotta have been a lot of counting. Im surprised you counted that high.”
“I told you daddy, I’m a big boy, I can count really really high!” The nine year old chirps happily. “I can’t wait to show you all my art projects I made at school! Mrs Inko kept them all in a big book so you could see them all!”
“I can’t wait to see them all, Baby Talons.” Kettie bounces him lightly. “I wanna see it all.”
Keigo hugs him again and he turns to brush a kiss over the youth’s cheek as he follows Inko to their car. “I missed you daddy.”
“I missed you too Keigo.” He knows daddy’s being serious when he uses his real name instead of one of his silly names. “More than you will ever know. You were my reason for carrying on. Getting to see you behind that glass was the hardest thing daddy’s ever had to do.” Kettie presses their cheeks together. “Made me miss you even more.”
“Daddy,” Keigo falls silent for a moment as him and daddy slide into the back seat of Inko’s car, daddy has to shed some feathers but Keigo’s are still small enough to fit perfectly fine. “Will we play one of our games when we get home again?”
“One of our games?” The just released convict chuckles and wiggles his fingers in the boy’s sides, making him shriek with laughter and squirm in his lap, batting at his hands frantically. “You thought daddy wasn’t going to come after his ticklish little chickling when we got home now that I can hold you close again?” Keigo leans forward to try and get away from the fingers wiggling in his side. “You bet we can play one of our games.” Keigo yelps when he’s tugged back. “How about we start now?”
“Not now daddy!” Keigo shrieks with laughter when daddy pauses half way into the side of his neck. “Later!”
“Nah.” Kettie shakes his head. “I just did four years. We’re startin’ now.”
This child needs all the luv and hugz. Immediately!
Daddy's Girl
Shinyo Takami (Takami the Thief) x oc
Child Keigo Takami x OC
OC Name - Avira Aizawa (Daughter)
OC Name - Melanie Lin (Mother)
When Shinyo needs some help with his son, Keigo, he goes to the one place he knows he could be safe. His ex girlfriend and her daughter where always people he could go to when he got into serious trouble. The fighting between him and his ex was comforting to him, but he knows Avira will be more comforting for Keigo.
"Where are we dad?" a little winged boy questioned. "An old friend of mines." the older winged male answered. The taller figure knocked on the door once more, hearing the sighs behind the door as tired and exahusted footsteps could be heard, then the sound of the loud clicking open, and finally door opened showing a short girl with tall sharp cat ears, and cat like green blue eyes. She looked up with tired expression which soon turned to a look of annoyances.
"Hey kiddo.. where's your mom at huh?" he spoke. The girl looked up at him before shrugging her shoulders and stepping inside walking towards the kitchen, hands rubbing at her cat eyes. The tall winged man walked inside, the boy following behind him. The strong scent of smoke mixing with marijuana of his ex, mixed with her daughters sweet Ariana grande perfume and cherry blossom lotion.
"Go sit down in the living room kid." Shinyo spoke firmly to the boy. The small boy looked up at him before nodding and walking away, towards the small living room that held a large couch, and a 60 in flat screen. He followed the girl into the kitchen seeing her sitting down at the table, tired gaze staring at her laptop where a textbook was one half of the screen while the other half had a large 4 page essay in place.
"How long this time?" he questioned. "In one hour it'll be 6 days.." the girl simply answered. But that hint of sadness could be heard behind the monotone exhaustion. The winged kid ran into the kitchen looking up at his father then towards the girl, who's attention was on him. She stared at him closely then closed her laptop grabbed her energy drink and walked away without a word. She made her upstairs and into her bedroom where she would finish her essay and get her normal 2 hours of sleep.
You see Avira is the daughter of pro hero Eraserhead. But after a long divorce her parents her drug addicted alcoholic mother got full custody, and Aizawa was no longer allowed to see her. She lost her chance of joining UA because of him, well because of her mother. Her custody case just shows how fucked up the judicial system really is. Instead of being given to her loving and caring father who was home every night to eat with her, ask her about her day, and help her with homework and training. No instead she got a mother that runs off every chance she gets with boyfriends, or friends do live out her teenage dreams.
She was only 17, but she promised herself that the moment she turned 18 she'd run back to her father's arms, because she'd be a grown woman. Shinyo Takami came into her life through her mother. Avria just thought of him as being just one of her one night stand boyfriends, but turns out her mother seemed to like him, and he stuck around helping her with homework, cooking for her when he was around, spoiling her with gifts that she could never get from her mother.
Shinyo Takami became the father she could never have.
That was until her mother went off and fucked around with other men, all because she wasn't ready for commitment. But no matter what he always came back, the fighting was nonstop. So the fatherly dream shattered down to tears and broken heart.
He wasn't what she wanted as a father.
By morning he'll be gone like he always is, never to say goodbye but to always leave some gift in front of her bedroom door along with one of his feathers that have become a collection above her bed. They move and swivel, and sometimes she can even feel that slide along her body as she sleeps. Not in the perverted way, but in the comforting motion of someone trying to put their pet to sleep. Which would make sense because of her cat quirk that she got from her grandmother.
Walking downstairs pushing messy strands of hair out of her face. She let out yawn entering the kitchen beginning to make a pot of coffee. Watching it brew with tired eyes, body leaned against the counter listening to the birds sing outside. She jerked up once the coffee finished quickly grabbed her cup and making it with her pumpkin spice creamer.
The steam hit her nose allowing her hum in pleasure. She turned and walked into the living room but came to a stop when she saw the winged child was asleep on the couch. She lowered her cup, slowly setting it down and walking towards him. She sighed quietly wrapping the fluffy white blanket around him, then sitting down on the other side putting the news on, but turning the volume down so not to wake the kid.
A feather twirled lightly before attaching to her right cat ear, but she didn't pay much attention to it, instead watching the hero take on an interview with one of the reporters. "Thought you didn't like heros." Shinyo mumbled. His morning voice was rough and horse, and he stood in the living room entrance without a shirt on showing off his well toned chest and biceps.
"I don't.. But my father caught a villain last night and I was hoping to see him appear on the news.." she quietly spoke. Her cat eyes never once lifted from the TV, not even when he sat down beside her, long strong arm draping behind her against the couch.
The moment the exhausted stealth hero appeared on the large TV screen, she was no longer interested in what was going on around her. She watched her father simply talk, while present mic was beside him yelling on about the catch.
"Shit Avira!" a loud gruff yelled out beside her. She was brought from her trance from a burning sensation smoothing across her thigh. She quickly set her coffee down and hissing in pain. Her body reacted by standing up and running into the bathroom. She quickly washed her leg whimpering in pain, red was covered her whole upper thigh.
Shinyo walked inside sighing and pushing her shit hands away from the large burn. He kneeled down in front of her pulling out a burn cream from the covered. He pulled her leg forward resting it between his kneeling ones. "You're alright nothing to cry over." he spoke. As he began applying the cream she grabbed his arm trying to stop him but he calmly pushed her arm away continuing to treat the burn.
Her fingers had moved from his hand to his shoulder, grip soft against his bare shoulder. His rough murderous hands where gently with her, applying the cream carefully and smoothing his thumb gently along the edged of bright red. She stared down at him, shifting when he began pulling her stocking back up her leg. That caused a serious jolt to go through her, and when it did he froze. The scent of arousal filled the small bathroom, and it wasn't coming off of him. He sighed patting her thigh gently, standing up and lifting her body into a bridal hold and easily carrying her back to the living room where he sat her down on the recliner. His hand lingers on her thigh for a moment before moving away and rejoining his son on the couch.
"You're birthdays coming up. Are you planning on doing anything for the big 18?" he broke through her foggy mind. She stared down at her burned thigh, trying to come up with an answer. "I'm moving out.." she finally spoke up. "I found a place near my dad's and it's reasonable in my salary, so that where I'm going.. I'll be out of the city and away from all of this.." she spoke.
Keigo stared at her with big gold eyes that where filled with innocence. His father looked down at him for a second that back towards the girl who was reaching for her coffee, which he stood up and grabbed it, pushing her back against the recliner. "Shinyo!" she yelped. He looked down at her eyeing her closely while the hot cup was held in the palm of his hand. "Oh kitten you act like I'm gonna hurt ya." he growled. "M-maybe n-not me.." she whispered. "B-but I know what those hands of done to others.." she whispered.
Her words threw him off, his wings lowering meaning his ego and heart was hurt by her words. He would never do anything to hurt her, nor even her mother despite the shits she's put him through. She stood up using her knee to push him away, grasping her cup and walking out, most likely to go back to her room.
It is her safe haven.
Going out was always an easy task for Avira. Getting drunk and escaping reality with a bit of weed was something she enjoyed. But all that fun can be drained away when some random old man decides to pounce in on the only underage girl of the group. She tried to walk away but when he grabbed a hold of her long tail. A high pitched yell escaped her, a dark chuckle escaping the drunk man.
"What's wrong kitty? It's just a little fun.." he whispered. She grimaced at the harsh and disgusting smell of alcohol. She was dragged into an alley way her friends having disappeared somewhere to call for help. She was slammed into the wall, her front pressed to the scratchy edges. Tears began flooding down her cheeks as her arms where pinned against her back, unable to pull away or even fight against him.
"H-help.." she whimpered. This was her father's route, maybe if she screamed loud enough her stealth hero father would save her. "D-dad!!" she cried only for her head to be smashed forward against the wall, body going limp as her head dangled forward, arms following suit. Blood began dripping from her nose and forehead from the hit. "S-Sh...S-Shinyo..." she stammered.
Her voice was so weak but the feather was attached to the chain around her neck began pulling and withering. The man behind her let out yell before it turned into a deep gurgling sound. Blood filled his lungs as the disgusting sound of slicing reached her ears, then the horrible but sweet sound of his body hitting the ground. She wanted to go to sleep, and the last thing she saw was large red wings wrapping around her. She could feel him lifting her slowly, and then wind whipping her slowly falling form. Well she felt as though she was falling when in reality the thief was flying her above the clouds, returning to the safety of her home.
Dropping down, his gold eyes staring at the newly adult. Her head was turned to the side balanced against his clawed hand, lips parted makeup messy with blood caressing soft skin. Her cat ears where lowered and pinched to the top of her head, tail having wrapped itself tightly around her thigh clasping onto it with dear life.
He cleaned her up and laid her in bed, tucking two large fluffy white blankets around her. Afterwards he left making his way through his sky, spotting the eraser hero. Shinyo dropped down behind him, the hero already staring back at him closely. "Did you hear your daughter screaming for you? Or are you already losing your hearing?" he spat. The heros eyes narrowed behind the goggles, capture scarf releasing and entwining around his fingers. "Her mother's has been gone for 2 weeks. I believe she's one of her sprees.. it's sad that on her 18th birthday she gets attacked and yanked into an alley way. But no matter how many times she yells out for dear old dad he knows shows up.. She only had to say my name once." he pushed.
"no wonder she hates heros so much. You all are quite useless.." he mocked.
'Shinyo...' a soft voice echoed across his feather. The villain smirked stepping back and taking flight listening to both Avira and Keigo softly calling out to him in their sleep.
"Shit.." Aizawa whispered.
I WISH YOU TOLD ME HOW YOU WERE AS A KID
How would they react to you taking care of them as a kid:
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Hawks (Keigo Takami)
You once tried asking Hawks what his childhood was like, he hadn’t quite answered your question and just skillfully redirected your conversation elsewhere
It didn’t escape you that he was strangely fidgety after that question so you let the topic drop down, you figured he’ll answer you eventually in the future when he’s comfortable enough. Well the future is now I dare say
You were interrupted from your sleep by the constant ringing of the door bell
Groaning you made your way sluggishly downstairs to open the monitor connected to the camera outside which revealed one of the agents from the hero commission, you supposed, judging from the blurry ID he wore
“To what do I owe the Hero commission the pleasure for your unannounced visitation late at night?”
“Y/N? we are here to drop of Hawks temporarily for his babysitting”
Rubbing the sleep off your eyes you tried to make sense of what the agent told you, something about babysitting your significant other? You figured he kids around like a child but the commission rarely acknowledges how he behaves. Often treating him as a tool you say
You were giving the agent a weird stare before he pushed something or someone from behind his back?
Lo and behold staring apathetically right back at you was child version of Hawks.
While you were crouching, inspecting staring at his child self the agent quickly summarized that Hawks’ was hit by some villain’s regressing type of quirk and with that he bid adieu
The first few days with his child self was awkward as hell, he wouldn’t talk when no questions were asked, and even if he did his answers were only yes or no or I don’t know
You thought that he was as talkative as his adult self but no he’s unnervingly quiet to the point that he’ll never tell you he was hungry and just wait before you noticed his stomach grumbling.
That happened once and you felt so guilty you left him unattended for so long, that you just scattered random snacks all throughout your shared condo for him to munch on anytime
One of the many things you noticed was that the poor baby was a fine mix of touch starved and trust issues. He wanted head pats? He’ll tug at the bottom of your pants lowering his head as if to offer it and even then you’d notice the ever so slight flinch of his small wings
He definitely had some of his adult tendencies mainly he enjoys when his wings are preened cleaned
When you were done arranging his wings for him he tugged you down for a peck on the cheek abashedly saying his thanks before running off
Doesn’t know any child games so you have to guide him into playing hide and seek and patty cakes with you
BONUS✨: The reason he couldn’t tell you what he was like as a kid is not because he doesn’t want to rather his childhood memories were quite blurry to him. He rather cherish his time with you than his past.
What if it was his only toy?
Golden Eye │ BNHA Fantasy AU Hawks │ Part 1•2