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if someone finds this fic, i'd like it... for research purposes 🥰 nothing else.. totes

There's this one keigo x reader fic I adored and I don't remember who wrote it, and I think of it constantly

It's a reincarnation one, I think 5 lives.

first he's a guard(warrior?) And reader belongs to the palace's court. He's killed because the crown finds out he was courting reader

Another life is during a war in Japan, reader dies first I think ?

Another life is ww2 I think, he's enlisted and the unit is in his hometown before the next days battle and he and reader meet up, share a dance and sad because he likely isn't going to come home the next day. Ft surprise cameo from battle buddy touya telling reader he didn't make it

Last life is by chance the two meeting at a train station and feeling whole

Please help 😭

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*chanting* HAWKS IN A DRESS HAWKS IN A DRESS HAW-

MOTHER SPORE

Part II

Thanks so much for the waiting! I know we kinda hype up the chapter too much but I hope it can live up to y'all guys expectations Once again thanks so much to maru for doing the flat colors and also for being an amazing writter and friend in general

reconciliation of some sorts. happy yaoi friday

OMGGG!! if you end up writing it PLSSSSS tag me in it cz god i love keigo <3333

'' DEPOLLUTE ME , GENTLE ANGEL ,,

|| pairings: hawks x reader / keigo takami x reader

|| warning: a little suggestive, but it stops, other than that its comfort <3 listen to the song "We'll Never Have Sex" and you'll understand. reverse comfort

|| word count: 0.8k

Hawks. Number two hero in all of Japan. Fastest hero in all the country, youngest too, only age 22 and he was number two. Everyone seemed to want a piece of him, woman, man, anyone. It made sense, of course, he was attractive. He acted carefree, always with a boyish grin on his face and everything he did seemed so effortless. Perhaps that was apart of the problem.

No matter what he did, everyone made their assumptions. Made their ideas, believing him to be a playboy or some sex-driven man. He hated it. Keigo was told to just let it happen, it was good publicity. Especially with how much his fans ate it up, he complied. He let it happen.

That all changed when he met you. Who's hands were never quick, never yearning in a way to get his clothes off. Your hands were soft, gentle. Always caring, never forcing. Keigo didn't understand it, why weren't you trying anything? Why weren't you trying to make him apart of a fantasy?

Your soft lips against his as you sat in his laps, but it wasn't quick. Not 'hot and bothered' as some may speculate, no, it was slow and careful. His hands placed on the small of your back as the two of you kissed. It was a comfort, it was wonderful. Something Keigo always yearns after he finishes a hard day of a hero, to come home where you'd swing by. Watch a movie, make some food, just be together. Sweet kisses exchanged, tonight was no different. The only small change was that those small kisses turned to a small make-out.

You, who'd move your hands just a bit down, down Keigo's chest. He didn't want it to stop, but at the same time it felt like too much. Something he wasn't ready for, not yet at least. The vermillion feathers ruffled behind him as he forced himself to let this happen. You, on the other hand? You stopped and pulled away, cupping his face in your hands as you pressed a gentle kiss on Keigo's scarred cheek.

"Why'd you stop?" Your boyfriends question was barely above a whisper as he held you close. He didn't understand, was he not kissing you well enough? Not being good enough for you?

"Because you wanted to stop," You ran a hand through his messy blonde hair. One that's been kissed by the winds that he flew through during the day. Before he could try to fight back you continued. "I could tell your hesitation, love."

"Dove, we can keep going-"

"When you're ready."

Keigo stared at you with his golden eyes, staring up at you as you mindlessly brushed through his hair with your fingers. Untangling any mess that had happened from the day, taking out any small pieces of dirt or debris from the day. He didn't understand. No, he wasn't a virgin, why were you acting like he was? He held you tighter as he pushed his face into the plush of your neck.

Taking a deep inhale of your scent as he relaxed under your touch.

"Thank you."

You knew how the media treated him, as some sort of sex symbol. Always putting him on a pedestal as the number two hero, fastest hero in all of Japan. It killed you everytime you'd see an article of some made up scandal Keigo was supposedly apart of. You'd compare that article to your boyfriend. The man who'd come home, dragging his feet against the wooden floor. Eyebags under his eyes once he wiped the make up he used to conceal it. He was exhausted, overworked. Yet all the media saw was some one-dimensional man.

With a small hum, you shook your head and pushed a small kiss to your winged boyfriends forehead. Lingering there for a few moments before pulling away. A small smile on your face as you kept your gaze on him.

"You don't need to thank me, Keigs."

"But I should, you-"

You pushed your finger against his lips, a small smirk danced on your lips as you huffed.

"I don't wanna do anything you're not comfortable with. We don't have to do anything soon," With a small sigh, not of disappointment, you pressed your forehead against his. Fluttering your eyes closed as you kept speaking softly. "I kiss you just to kiss you, Keigo. If you don't wanna go too far, we don't have to. I'll be as patient as you need."

Your words hit a chord somewhere in Keigo. He always felt so pressured to do.. Well, anything. Hero work, the Commission, friends, enemies. He had so many things he had to do. But with you? He could go his pace for once. Not Hawks'. Not the man he presented to be, not the fastest hero in Japan. Just Keigo. He could go as slow as he needed, and you'd be there to support him.

"I love you," He whispered softly, his voice trembling just the smallest bit as he kept his emotions in check. Trying not to cry.

"I love you too, my darling."

"I love you," He repeated again. And again. And again. He kept whispering it as he kissed your neck softly, not a tease, not to lead up to something else. But because he could, because he wanted to.

"My gentle angel."

|| GUYS. GUYS. IM CHDBSIUBSIBVIDBLDVSAA i love keigo oml. i love how complex he is, he means sm to me OOOMMMLLLLLL :(( TO BE CLEAR!! im not anti-sex or smth, i js find it interesting to see the difference between hawks and keigo. i can make a whole essay on this

btw I got a free hawks shirt on saturday, and it got me thinking...

I genuinely think he'd be offended if he were to come home and find you wearing his merch, but in a really childish, pouty not-actually-upset-but-I'm-gonna-milk-it-for-affection way.

"baby! why would you wear that when you have the real deal in your arms almost every night?"

"sweetheart, why are you laughing at me, this is extremely distressing. you literally have MY shirts lying around the room, why do you need one with my face on it?!"

"well I bet it doesn't smell like me- hey! what do you mean, 'thank goodness for that'?"

he definitely chases you around the house trying to get you into one of his shirts.

but then it turns into...

"wait- please don't tell me you paid full price for that, I could have gotten you one for free if you wanted one that badly."

"what do you mean you got it for free anyways? who's giving my shirts out for free???" *confused birdbrain*

"babe, I literally could have gotten you the unreleased stuff. They always offer me pre-release items, but I've always said no, cause what am I gonna do with a ton of merch of my own face? I'm not that conceited."

he also totally doesn't "forgive you for your sins" immediately after you start cooing at him and planting kisses all over his face to apologize to him. totally not, he's much stronger than that.

then he gets smug and a little proud that you love him so much that you actually want to rep him.

"of course you wanted my merch, you're just that into me, hmm?" as he's leaning in to kiss you properly, hoping his dopey, lovesick expression isn't shining through too much.

just wait until he gets home a few days early one day and realizes when he's on missions you fall asleep cuddling a stuffed toy version of him. then the cycle starts all over again and there will be hell to pay.

god he's so annoying I'm so in love with him.

ooooohhhh who lives in a small tugboat out on the sea?

ge-mi-ni-tay