MOTHER HEN: PART TEN
parings: hawks x mother!reader
wordcount: 3k
notes: GET PRANKED IM POSTING I ACTUALLY FINSHED PART TEN (also there’s two more parts left n im so sad😔)
warnings: angst: but then fluffly comfort😘
summary: you, the mother of Fumikage Tokoyami, are just a simple nurse! Who caught the eye of a certain pro.
something was wrong with hawks.
I mean he’s always a little weird, but this is different somehow?
sure the two of you have only been dating for about a week, you don’t expect him to show his skin and bones to you.
but he seems like he’s hiding something.
and he looks more…exhausted somehow?
and you know for a fact that he’s at least getting sleep because he’s always cuddled up in your sheets by the times you get home from late shifts.
much to Fumikages dismay.
he’s more upset that hawks took his spot in the bed though.
and that hawks scared the hell out of him when he casually flew through your balcony.
but you don’t except hawks to open up, but you’d like him to know your a good shoulder to cry on.
but it would get better right? wrong.
hawks got more nervous as the weeks went by, even when Fumikage interned with him- which you begged Fumikage to do- he still was antsy.
you two are adults right? You can have a great amazing conversation about eachothers feelings right?
so that’s what you were planning on doing tonight after you got home from the hospital.
Fumikages now at the dorms sadly so you and hawks have the time to speak.
when you finally clocked out you drove home like usual, got home around 12:40 which is the betters times.
Unlocking and opening the door to your home, you craned your head to see if you could see the tufts of blonde hair you liked so much.
wasn’t there though.
so you closed the door, walked through the house searching for hawks.
He had to be home right? You even asked him what time he would be home and it was definitely passed the 9:00 he was so proud of.
Hawks liked getting home early.
But here you were all alone in the house you were supposed to have company in?
You take your phone out from your pocket, calling him.
it rang, no one picked up.
so now you were slightly worried, and confused too.
hawks told you one night that he’d answer your calls immediately.
he thought you’d get too worried about him not answering after what happened with Fumikage.
and he was right, you are worried.
you rang again, no answer.
you shouldn’t be worried- he was probably just fighting a villain right?
fighting one when he isn’t even on the clock.
maybe his phone died- even though he always kept it charged.
bad reception? no he’s always texting and flying in that damn sky.
where in the world would he be-
“Hey mama bird.” He walks through the door with his hero outfit on.
You turned around with a small yelp, scared by his sudden intrusion.
“Hawks- you worried me sick, weren’t you supposed to be off by now?” You say slightly hurried.
he chuckles softly, “calm down, I got a call, had to answer, you know the drill.”
“I don’t, I’m not a hero.”
He huffs at a small laugh, you weren’t joking though.
Hawks walks over towards your room, presumably going to go change out of the hero clothes he was supposed to be out of three hours before.
you follow after, your socks padding on the ground silently.
“Why didn’t you answer your phone?”
“Did I? M’sorry I was busy.” He says apolitically.
No context, just that he was busy- isn’t that amazing Y/N?!
Hawks moseys over to your bathroom, “now if you don’t mind me- I have to change.”
He almost shuts the door until you stop it with your foot.
He looks up at you, slightly surprised with a curious glint in his eye.
You sigh- something has to be done about him.
“We should talk, after you change.”
He smiles, “I was planning on talking to
you.”
“No- we need to talk, it’s serious hawks.” your tone a little more aggressive than you’d like it to be.
hawks watches your expression, only staying okay until he mumbles a small, “okay.”
You remove from the door so he can close it, then you walk towards the living room.
Sure- you were a tad bit mean but he’s been worrying you for weeks.
even Fumikage asked if everything was alright with him- maybe hawks grew on him a little but still.
truthfully, you can not take another failed relationship- especially with another hero.
You sit on the couch, your shoulders tense waiting for Hawks entrance.
Maybe you working so much is forcing him to hide things? Maybe he just doesn’t wanna stress you.
Hell your a mother- some grown hero problems aren’t going to sway you.
not after Fumikages my little pony phase.
or the Pokémon one, or when he thought he was a unicorn for two weeks because some kid convinced him he was.
Then walks in hawks, sitting near you tapping his foot anxiously.
“What did you wanna talk about?” His voice doesn’t waver.
“You.”
Hawks expression doesn’t really change.
“What about me?”
“I mean- are you okay?” You grab his hands gently.
He chuckles, “I’m fine, are you okay?”
You sigh, “Hawks…I’m serious.”
“And I’m seriously okay, nothings going on.” He smiles, you know it’s plastered on.
“Why’d you come home at twelve? I thought you were the fastest.”
“I had business.”
Business? What business takes three hours.
“Could you tell me about it?” You try to say softly.
“It’s boring- you wouldn’t wanna hear.”
“What’re you hiding?”
Hawks goes quiet, his foot tapping halts.
He’s got quite the poker face on, but the secrets in his wings that are oh so tensed.
“I’m nothing hiding anything.”
his tapping starts back up, wings tense.
“Oh yeah?”
He hums, “yeah.”
Hawks truly didn’t even know what type of tactic to use on you with all the hero commission training, you also read him through his damn wings no matter how good of an act he played.
“Look- I’m just worried.”
Hawks smiles, removing his hands from yours to tap your chin.
“About little old me?”
But hawks knew you were a woman who “didn’t participate in romantic relationships” and he’d use that to his advantage.
He’s not telling you shit.
Your face is solid, “yes, I’m worried since you’ve been acting weird.”
“What if I told you I was just trying to control myself hm?” He says with a small smirk on his face.
what in the world is he on about?
Your brows furrow in confusion, “what?”
hawks pouts, “I mean Fumikages always around, I can’t do nothing without the guy yelling at me.”
He wouldn’t tell you about his new mission.
it’d break you.
“I mean- yeah that’s true but he’s at the dorms-” hawks hand slowly crawls to your waist then places a finger to your lips with a small “shhh.”
He whispers in your ear softly, “I’m just…a little pent up? want some alone time with my lady y’know?”
it’s not like hawks was completely lying to you, he just couldn’t tell you the truth.
You trip over your words, “yeah, I-i understand.”
Hawks chuckles, his breath hitting the side of your face, “Am I making you nervous?”
Suddenly, he starts pecking the side of your neck over and over again- quickly.
It’s makes laughter bubble out of your throat.
You can hear hawks giggles through his pursed lips.
and hawks was a little prideful that his distraction worked.
slowly but surely hawks little kisses were getting more slow and deliberate, soft and gentle.
He was comfortable laying over you as you laid on the couch, your head being propped up by the arm rest.
hawks was enjoying himself, until your cup his face with a less than happy expression.
kinda made him shiver a little- he would t tell you that though.
“Hawks…you can tell me yknow?”
His damn wings flutter softly against his back before he can stop them.
“Already told you, I just missed you.”
He wouldn’t tell you.
You sigh softly, wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling him closer.
“Alright, I’ll drop it.”
Then it got quiet, which is what hawks wanted but…he kinda liked that you worried so much.
but he still wouldn’t tell you.
You run your fingers through his hair, catching your fingers through the knots.
Hawks feels your throat vibrating as you hum a tune he can almost recognize.
He liked this.
Lying to you makes him feel way better if you treat him like this right after.
he’d like to be treated like this for the rest of his life.
You can feel hawks tension basically melt into you. Like putty almost.
You can’t stop staring at him, if he didn’t become a hero he would’ve been a great model.
Sometimes hawks would complain about all the clothing company’s that contacted him to model, but after you told him you like seeing him all dressed up in magazine he quickly changed his tune.
maybe you took your admiration with hawks too far sometimes, always trying to fit every detail on his face into your brain before he woke up late.
A couple minutes pass by, the familiar tune changes slowly into something hawks can no longer recognize.
He likes it, so he raises his head.
he won’t lie when he says he felt shy at your gaze.
“What’s the song your humming?” He says sleepily.
You smile, “Made it myself, it’s called my boyfriend won’t tell me what’s wrong.”
Hawks scoffs, then kisses you softly.
He doesn’t want you staring at him, like he’s a good person. Like he’s something.
You rub his back softly, scratching his wings like you would a cats fur.
When he retreats from the kiss, there it is again.
That stare.
he doesn’t like it.
You look at him like he hasn’t killed, like he hung the stars, like he was born for a reason.
Maybe the reason was to meet you.
hawks thinks it’s a wonderful reason for a moment, he doesn’t feel the first tear fall until he recognizes your face filed with concern.
You cup his head gently into your chest.
“H-hey, hey..what’s wrong hawks?” You say sweetly, your kindness leaking like coming from your mouth.
He hates how he retreats more into you, clutching your scrubs like it’s his lifeline.
You can hear him mumble out apologizes, one after another.
You don’t know what he’s apologizing for though.
“O-oh god- Y/N m’so sorry.” He muffles out from your scrubs.
You card through his hair, “hawks it’s okay, I’m not mad.”
And you wait until his breathes slow, until he stops shaking.
And he can’t bring himself to see you look at him that way again.
He sits up, looking away from you.
You rise as well, rubbing his back.
You watch him lean into his hands, covering his face.
“Hawks, I’m not angry- just tell me you’re okay.” Your voice no longer as strong as it used to be.
he shakes his head. Could he tell you?
no. No, he can’t the commission would have his head for leaking information to a civilian.
would you tell though?
he has so much he wants to spill to you, so- so much.
he doesn’t have to spill the mission yet. He can’t.
“Hawks-“
He could tell you the truth about himself.
“Keigo.” His voice doesn’t shake.
You freeze for a moment, “what?”
“That’s my real name, Keigo Takami.”
You pause for a moment, soaking in the information.
Hawks can’t stop the words from spewing out his mouth, you have that effect on him y’know?
“My parents gave me hell when I was born, I lived in some run down shack and my dad would always make it his mission to hit me real good when I turned my back from him, and-“
Hawks was rambling, it was hard for you to process everything but you got the memo.
His voice was strained slightly when he finished.
He retreats back to his hands, his wings over his shoulders. “I-I understand if you don’t want to be with me anymore that hearing that.”
You let out a nervous laugh, “ha- keigo. Why would I leave you?”
Hawks lifts his face from his hands to look at you.
He trips over his words slightly, “because..I-i have too much baggage? that’s what Mirko says.”
“Keigo, ever since Ryuji..” you reach to grab a hold of his face, “I thought I was done for.”
Hawks places his hands on your forearms, but he doesn’t make them move one bit.
“I thought no one would love me after that, but then you flew in. With your dumb wing and cute hair.”
Hawks doesn’t break eye contact with you, you wonder if he even blinked.
“And you tried to be my son’s friend- and you taught him to be a good hero. To be like you.”
He’s sniffles, you can tell he’s trying to keep it together.
“Then you came to me, and I want you to stay even when you’re all old and wrinkly and your wings can barely move like they use to.”
You rub soft circles into hawks cheeks, he enjoys the feeling.
“I’d gladly patch you up after every fight- kiss every mark better. I want you to stay with me- I need you to Keigo.”
Hawks looks down, “I’ll stay then.” He mumbles out.
You candle his head back down to your chest, kissing his head softly.
And all hawks can do is soak it in.
You accepted this part of him, would you except the other?
the one where he’s actively helping the league.
the same one that hurt your Fumikage?
Would you still want him in your home after that?
He doesn’t understand why his heart doesn’t ache at the aspect.
part of him already knows you’d coddle and kiss him after he told you.
part of him knows you wouldn’t blame him for it.
yet he can’t get the words out of his mouth.
maybe it’s cause he can’t move, he feels so safe in your arms so what’s the point?
So safe he rests.
Was telling you about his past the right call?
you don’t really care where hawks came from, just where he is now.
and now he’s with you.
and soon Fumikage will be home, and maybe just maybe he’ll finally accept the “group cuddle” you’d been pushing him to do.
And when you wake, there’s your beautiful boys.
One on top of you and one glaring daggers at you from the door.
“Mother.” Fumikage calls.
“Fumi…”
He sighs, throwing his duffel onto the ground.
“Back from dorm life I see…”
Fumikage huffs a small laugh, he begged Aizawa to let him come home on the weekends.
Then opens his arms walking over to you and hawks.
And finally engulfing you.
Hawks stirs in his sleep, only to wrap one of his wings around Fumikage.
You ruffle Fumikages feathers, “How was your week?”
“Interesting to say the least.” He hums.
“We had to have team battles against the other class, plus Shinso.” His fingers twirl around a loose string from your old shirt.
“Did he getcha?”
“He could never.” He smiles.
Hawks grumbles in his sleep from the noise you and Fumikage are making.
Only then to flutter his pretty eyelashes at you, “Morin’ birdie…”
“gross” Fumikage complains.
Hawks retorts, “You’re not even supposed to be here.”
“You take my spot on the bed, my mother, my confidence- you won’t take away my house too…” Fumikage spits back.
You pop into the conversation, “When did he take your confidence?”
“Don’t ask.” They say at the same time, great synchronization.
You chuckle softly as their banter continue, yet hawks wing is still comfortably around Fumikage.
This feels perfect. You wish you could freeze time.
Hawks feels great too, he successfully evaded telling you about the league.
And Fumikage- well he’s just glad to be home.
Hawks didn’t plan on telling you on the information he had.
He wouldn’t tell you what would happen in four months.
that the liberation army would make there attack.
He should really work on that code to tell endeavor and the commission soon.
But for this moment, he’ll enjoy a simple life.
And after the attack, maybe he’ll enjoy it more freely.
And if there’s a bigger battle, maybe the commission won’t need him anymore.
and he’ll enjoy that life with you and Fumikage.
and he’d get to sleep in everyday, sometimes he’d wake up to delicious pancakes- or burnt ones if Fumikages decided to try out the skillet.
“What’re you laughing at.” Fumikage says darkly.
“What? Nothing.” Hawks replies with a big smile on his face.
Fumikage sighs, “get him dark shadow.”
You yelp befofe dark shadow comes out to flick hawks on his “dumb forehead” according to Fumikage.
Yeah, hawks could enjoy this.
He hopes you’ll forgive him in the future for not telling you everything.
And if he has to kill someone…
He hopes you’ll kiss the hands he did it with.
Because then they’ll hurt less when he looks at them.
And when he comes home at the end of today, he’ll enjoy a nice dinner with you and Fumikage.
You’ll get up and gather the plates when everyone’s finished, but Fumikage will insist he’ll do the dishes.
hawks cleans the table, you walk around to sit down on the couch to find some stupid scary movie Fumikage would like.
Then hawks would snuggle into you, and Fumikage would begrudgingly join in.
Fumikage would fall asleep, because according to you he always does.
And he’d have a conversation with you before he himself drifted off.
And before he slept, he’d hear you call his name.
“I love you Keigo.”
Yeah, that’s the simple life hawks wants.
Fumikage smacks his head, “stop day dreaming when mamas speaking to you.”
Hawks perks his head up over to you.
“What would you like for dinner tonight? Fumikage said it was your choice.”
Hawks can feel his stomach flutter.
Yea, he has something to come home to now.
He has you.
And after the battle, he hopes you’ll still have him.
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