I Am Not Immune To ToJin Propaganda

I got more lazy with these as I went on but. Ninja wip woooo

OMG I found this two pics with Onceler and he is very hot

I cant explain why but i think they would act like teenage girls sometimes

Crimson Pride

Sequel to Experiment 184

Content Warnings - blood/gore, childbirth (egg laying?) and miscarriage/stillbirth mentions, Stockholm syndrome, comfort sex, yandere, angst, lactation + breastfeeding a baby

“Keigo! Stand down! We just want to help your mate, she’s in pain right?” Rumi’s voice echoed around the simulated jungle, though you could barely hear her over your labored breathing and hammering heart. Angry shrieks are the only answer in the darkness of the habitat.

“G-go away! He won’t just, agh, let you take me this time!” You try to yell out, your face scrunching up in pain as contractions begin to wreak havoc on your swollen body once again. Every muscle in your body was seizing up, your nerves feeling every once of pain this time instead of the drugged haze they’d put you under before.

You knew things would eventually end up like this after last time, after being taken out of the habitat just as your contractions started and separated from Keigo, from your mate. The first pregnancy, he had let them remove you under the pretense that they’d help you and your chicks. After what happened though, he became more territorial and possessive. More feral and unwilling to trust a word from anyone but you.

You let out a scream of pain as you feel the oversized eggs begin to move, ready to leave the warmth of your body. A flash of crimson appears next to you, his wings are disheveled and there’s cuts and small wounds littered across his body but you don’t care as you cry into his shoulder as the pain gets worse.

“I’m sorry, so sorry.” He coos, wrapping his arms and wings around you and cocooning you as best he can in crimson down. “K-Keigo, it hurts so much.” You whimper as he presses quick kisses to your sweaty forehead. Then suddenly he snaps his head up before slumping forward, his grip on you going lax as figures in all black appear from all around you. “Stop! Just leave us alone!” You thrash in their grip as they pry you from Keigo’s body and onto a gurney, restraining you almost immediately before moving you out of the habitat and once more into the sterile white halls of the lab.

White identical doors pass by you until you reach the ‘delivery’ room and your pained body is moved to your new prison for however long they keep you. “Calm down, additional stress isn’t good for you or the eggs.” “He’s going to kill every last one of you if you touch any of us!” You scream out at the nameless doctor, thrashing in your binds before she or anyone else makes a move towards you. She sighs and nods to one of the nurses before moving towards you with something in her hand.

“You can scream all you want at me, just as soon as you tell me what this is.” She extends her hand and you crane your neck to look at…nothing. You let out a hiss of pain as heat erupts from the side of your neck and turn your head to see a nurse holding a syringe walking away from you. “Wh-what was that?” You’re forced to let your head drop onto the pillow as your body relaxes and a soothing heat spreads through it, the excruciating pain of your contractions numbed under the heat.

“A sample of one of our newest products, designed to temporarily numb pain receptors in the body for mothers in labor. Now just be quiet and let the professionals work.” You struggle to move your head as your eyelids become heavy, yet you can’t help but need to watch what the doctors and nurses are doing.

You need to make sure they don’t kill them again, you need to know that your babies will be safe and alive. You can barely feel their gloved hands maneuver your numb body like a marionette into what ever position they deem is best. Your eyelids droop more and more as you struggle to watch the blonde doctor as she directs the others around you, telling them something that your suddenly exhausted body can’t be bothered to hear. Your eyes slide closed as the muffled sound of yelling echoes around you, your body succumbing to whatever they had injected into you.

“Vitals seem stable still, there wasn’t too much damage done to the subject internally.” You can hear someone speaking before the dull ache in your lower body and arms register, forcing a small groan out as you start to wake.

“Seems it’s finally waking. Another thing to refine regarding the side effects.” “Aside from the short-term coma, the product would almost be ready to sell. Easy application and quick activation, fix that sleep inducing side effect and the boss will be happy.” The voices chatter on as you slowly manage to open your eyes and take in the stark white room and the beeping of machines.

“Any changes in the other subjects?” “Negative, still no evidence of them hatching and they haven’t grown any larger or responded to stimuli.” Sluggishly you try to turn your gaze towards the newest voice and you can barely make out a figure hunched over a table of some kind. “We’ll give them one more day before calling the experiment a failure. Have the lab team prepare the bird’s cocktail, we’ll release the breeder once it is rested enough and we’ll try again.”

You let out a weak whine and try to say something but your tongue feels like lead and the pain radiating from your hips halts all thought. “Ma’am! One of the subjects is finally hatching!” There’s a flurry of motion as white coats rush over, completely blocking any chance of you seeing what was going on. “Watch the others and be prepared for transfers.”

As the sea of white moves around, grabbing things from here and there, you spot them. Small, tiny really, pink nubs on their back and the barely there blonde fuzz on their little head, then you hear them make the softest cries that make your chest ache.

Then your view of them is blocked and you can hear your baby’s cries grow louder, more desperate, while you struggle to get up and move however much you can while fueled by only your most basic instincts.

“Wh-what are you doing to them?! Let me see them, please!” You hoarsely cry out when you finally manage to sit up while your heart hammers in your chest and you struggle to keep breathing.

“Someone shut that sow up, who knows what her screaming will cause.” The doctor from before orders and time seems to slow as one of the other doctors turns towards you.

You feel the blood spatter onto your face before you see it.

You’re shaking as the doctor collapses, his throat split wide open and then chaos erupts. Screams sounds out just before being cut off, until it’s just your child’s cries and your hard breathing echoing in the now quiet room while you’re frozen staring the man who’s blood now coats half of your face.

Clawed hands, sticky and red, gently try to help you stand as what were once soothing chirps start to sound out just as your baby’s cries begin to settle down. “Mate and chicks are okay now.” You’re snapped out of your trance when Keigo’s hand brushes against your cheek, deciding to ignore the blood smearing even more on your face, and lift your gaze to look into those brilliant amber eyes.

“We can go, be safe in new home.” You were rendered temporarily silent, both from the bloodshed you’d just witnessed but also from what he’d just muttered as if it was just normal! “Where would we go Keigo? H-how many people did you…they won’t let any of us leave.” You finally get out as your shaky legs take you over to your baby, who’s been quiet since Keigo had chirped.

Carefully you brush their forehead with the back of your hand and look at the rest of your eggs. “What about the others? Wh-what if we leave and then they hatch and are stuck here?” Keigo looks down at the remaining eggs for a few painful moments before shaking his head. “There’s nothing to hatch. Would hurt you too much if we took them.” Your heart clenches and a sob is trapped in your throat as you look down at what could have been your children.

“Here-she’ll be cold outside.” Keigo’s talons click against the now red tiles as he appears next to you with a bundle of blankets that he probably stripped from the bed. You notice what he said and sure enough, you have a little girl on your hands. A little girl with such small nubs where her wings will grow in eventually.

“You really think we can make it out?” You ask him once you’ve swaddled up your little girl and secured her in your arms.

“I know, didn’t stop just here.”

A chill runs down your spine at how casually he can just say that he’s essentially murdered everyone in the facility, or at least on this floor and the habitat floor. “I promise, you will be safe.” Despite everything, you can feel your lips quirk up into a smile while you watched him caress his daughter’s forehead with the back of his hand just like you had before. “Need to go now, it won’t be quiet for long.”

He ushers the two of you out into the dead silent hall with a wing and arm wrapped around your shoulder while his head constantly swivels with each couple of steps you take.

So you start to recognize where you’re heading and pull Keigo down a hall and hand him your daughter as you poke your head into a nearby room, hoping luck was on your side.

“Wait here, I’ll be just a second.” You whisper before ducking into the dark room and rifle through the open storage totes and let out a relieved sigh when you come across a navy blue jumpsuit. You shuffle into it and scan the room, noting all the maintenance supplies and spot a set of keys-car keys- hanging on a hook next to the door. “Okay, let’s go.” You whisper as you dash out with the keys in hand and carefully take back your daughter.

The two of you run, stopping only at the entrance to the lobby where you’re shoved behind Keigo as rows of armored guards and Enji wait for you. “Stand down, I’m prepared to put an end to this either by force or by your submission. You know how this will end Hawks.” Keigo slightly hunches over as his feathers puff up at Enji’s order and flexes his bloodied hands.

“Refuse to back down and give in, and I’ll permanently separate you two. Think very hard about what you want Hawks.” Two men shuffle forward, just a couple inches, as Enji spoke and Keigo’s eyes snap to them.

You let out a scream and clutch your child to your chest as you squat down to cover her better as the sound of guns fire off. You take deep breaths as you try to calm her pitched cries while pushing yourself into a nearby corner in an attempt to protect yourselves.

You dare to look up and feel your heart clench when you see Keigo being held by his neck, Enji’s hand wrapped tightly around him. “All that I’ve done for you, and this is how you repay me? Seems like you’ve outgrown your usefulness.” Keigo lets out a pitiful cry and digs his claws deeper into Enji’s arm to try and force his hand off.

“KEIGO! Let him go!” You yell as you kick at the approaching guard and twist your body away. “Take care of her and get that child. There’s no further need for her now.” Enji barks out and turns back to Keigo but drops him to clutch at his neck.

You take the moment when the guard turns back to Enji to scramble to your feet and run out the door, stepping on the corpses laying in front of it. “Keigo, let’s go!” You spare a glance behind you to watch Keigo swipe at the guard before following behind you.

Your chest is heaving as you turn every way until you spot the row of spotless white vans parked in a row and run to the first one. “Here, take her and climb in the back.” You tell Keigo as you dig the keys you had grabbed before out and open the windowless doors for him and hurry to the front, muttering under your breath the whole time you rushed to put your seatbelt on and shove the keys into the ignition.

“Hold onto her and try to stay quiet, okay?” You look back at Keigo through the mirror and drive to the outgoing gate, running straight through the security gate arm and speeding along the backroads until you finally see the road connecting to the highway. “How are you two holding up?” You breathlessly ask him as you keep your eyes forward. “Not good, do not like this box.” You can’t help the laugh that tumbles out of your mouth as you briefly look up him. “It’s just until we get a little closer to a safe place. It’s far enough away from everything that we’ll be safe then we can just walk the rest of the way to the place.”

You let out a yawn as you spot the road signs designating where the next motel is and pull to the side of the road. Tiredly turning the engine off and stretching out your tense arms, you turn to look at Keigo.

You feel the smile climb onto your face seeing him holding your daughter so close to him, his knees tucked up behind her and his arms wrapped arm his legs, practically cocooning her.

“Keigo, wake up. We’re almost there.” You whisper and gently shake him until he finally picks his head up and looks around before seeing you and his eyes light up. “I’ll let you out, but we need to be quiet. How’s she doing?” You nod down to your little girl that was fidgeting in his arms. You watch him trace her face with the back of his finger while he shrugs, a pout tugging at his lips. “She’s restless, might be hungry.”

You’re reminded of the jumpsuit sticking to your chest at his words and climb out of the van to let him out and take your daughter into your arms. “Let’s get away from here and I’ll see if she’ll eat.” You whisper and lead him into the forest on the opposite side of the van.

You had wanted to get as far from the possibility of being captured before trying to feed her, lest the worst scenario happened but now you can feel guilt eating away at you for practically ignoring her. “You’re upset.” “No. Well maybe. I just feel bad for not feeding her this whole time. We couldn’t even take a second to name her.” You realize as the guilt builds and comes out as tears. “We weren’t safe, it’s okay.” Keigo stops you and brings you into a hug with his wings wrapping around you.

“Let’s stop, I’ll watch while you feed.” He whispers to you and nuzzles the top of your head before stalking off between the trees. You wipe your face before sitting against a tree and unzipping your stolen jumpsuit down to your stomach, your sore and chafed skin gratefully greeting the cool night air as you bring your bundled up daughter to your chest as pure instinct clumsily guides your movements.

“You’re such a pretty little baby. I bet you’re going to look just like your daddy, probably be a little terror just like him too.” You smile and watch her, looking for any sign something’s wrong or for when she stops. “What should be your name? I always wanted to one day have a little girl and name her something pretty like Akari or Hanako but looking at you, neither of those seem right. You’re a bright light in almost two years of darkness, and I’m sure you’ll blossom into a beautiful woman some day but neither of those names feel right.” You sigh and smile as she wildly swings her little fists around.

“Aw, I’m sorry my little miracle. I didn’t mean anything by it.” You giggle but then stop as something clicks. “How about Sachiko, and we can call you Sachi since you’re our little miracle baby.” You move her up by your shoulder once she’s finished and gently pat her back until you hear the tiniest burp from her and wrap her back up in the blanket.

“Ready?” You jump, not expecting to hear Keigo in the near silence of the forest and turn to him as you struggle to zip your jumpsuit back up. “Shit, you scared me. Yeah, it shouldn’t be much further.” You shuffle closer to him and take his extended hand as you lead him further into the woods.

Your ears pick up the gurgling of the nearby river and a grin breaks out on your face as you pull Keigo faster towards the sound until you break into a clearing. There at the edge of the clearing and settled on a hill overlooking a lake sits an abandoned house. “This used to be my grandmother’s home, but when she got sick we moved her closer to the city. It’s safe.” You explain to Keigo when he refused to budge as he scanned the empty clearing. “We can live here and be safe, no one else knows about this place but my mom and myself.” You try one more time to pull Keigo towards the hill and he relents with a huff.

“There’s fresh water here, fish in the lake and river, plenty of space for you to fly around and the nearest town is miles away.” You point out all the positive points and literally point out the old garden plots your grandmother used to maintain, the tire swing your mom and you had put up one summer, and lastly the old maple tree you always spent evenings under with your mom and grandmother.

“Seems safe, open space for little wings.” You watch him inspect every square inch of the clearing as his puffed up wings start to relax before pulling him towards the aged, moss covered house.

“We can live in here,” you start to tell him as you crouch in front of the door and start feeling for the hidden key at the base of the door. “there it is.” You start to smile once you find the key and take a deep breath before unlocking the door. “Once we get the place cleaned up, it’ll be perfect for us and Sachi.”

“Who?” You turn back to Keigo, with his head tilted and one of those crazy eyebrows raised much like you would when he’d try to mimic you in the past. You look down to Sachi and back to Keigo with your smile growing. “Our daughter, I named her Sachiko and Sachi is a shorter version of the name. Sachi means “miracle” and it seemed fitting since she’s a little miracle.” You explain to him as you turn back to the door and open it, with a bit of help from Keigo, to reveal a bare dust-covered living room.

Stepping through the doorway feels a bit like going back in time as your mind plays memories of your childhood spent here with your mother and grandmother.

You let out a sigh and turn to Keigo, who was once again wildly examining every corner of the house. “Keigo, it’s safe. No one else has been here in years.” You couldn’t blame him for being so cautious though, the past two years have taught you to be more cautious than you ever were before. “Down this hallway are the bedrooms and I think we left some furniture that couldn’t fit in the moving truck.” You lead him down the hall and open each door and giving him a moment to examine each room before coming to what was once your room.

“This is where I would stay when I was here, hopefully there’s some clothes I left behind that fit.” You mutter the last part to yourself and open the door, and letting Keigo survey the room again. Tucked against one wall is a full-sized bed, a dresser in the corner and an old bean bag chair in another corner.

With a tired sigh you take a seat on the bed and lay back, bringing Sachi to lay against your chest. The two of you aren’t alone for long though, Keigo comes over and moves you until your back is flush against his chest and his arms are loosely wrapped around you and Sachi.

Surrounded by the lives of your life and secure, you drift off to sleep with a smile on your face.

“Hi again Mrs. Yamato!” You cheerily call out as you approach the fruit vendor. “Oh hello dear! How are you doing? The babies doing fine?” You smile and nod as you look over the fruit she has for sell today. “I’m surviving, and the kids are fine. Sachi is being the perfect big sister so that helps.” You pick out a few peaches and a handful of lemons before fishing out some money for her. “That’s great! You’re so lucky to have such a wonderful daughter, why my own daughter was a terror when she found out she was going to have a brother.” You nod and smile as Mrs. Yamato and you talk.

Picturesque. Idyllic. Peaceful. Those were the words that could best describe your life now.

After reclaiming your grandmother’s old house as your own and fixing it up with Keigo’s help, you started venturing out to the nearby town to work and buy things that you couldn’t make or find out in the woods surrounding your home. Keigo always stayed in the canopy of the trees but was glued to your side once you were hidden from view of the town.

Five years later, you’ve gotten to know the small community and have been able to grow your family from Keigo, you, and your daughter to Keigo, you, and four kids.

It turns out that natural harpy breeding (without forced hormones and chemicals) resulted in smaller, more manageable clutches. Living without the stress of being a living experiment and not having your children taken from you probably also attributed to successful childbirth and hatchings.

Keigo and you had grown closer through the years, you saw the harpy more like a beloved husband than anything else and you made sure to show him just how much you’ve grown to love him every other night. In turn, when spring rolled around he would return the favor three times over and you’d almost always find the result of his love for you ending in your belly swollen with an egg or two.

Such was the case for your son and your recently hatched twins.

“When are you going to bring that family of yours around? I haven’t spoiled a baby since my own grandkids came over for the holidays!” You laugh and shift from one foot to another. “Maybe one day. My husband is a bit of a hermit, and it would have to be when the kids are a bit older. It’s hard enough just keeping the house clean with them all!” You joke and move away with a spring in your step and tote bag full of sweets, a few dry groceries, and clothes.

Life was good; you had a family, had a nice little job at the local plant nursery, and had virtually no stress. If you knew years ago that the key to happiness for you was running away with Keigo then you would’ve done it the second you became his caretaker.

Once you were hidden from the town’s view, you heard the sound of wings flapping and the shriek of your daughter as she barreled toward you. “Mama! What’d you get?! What’d you get?!” You laugh and hold Sachi while Keigo and your three other children come down from his favorite place to wait for you. “I picked up a few things, including some fruit for you and your brother. I’ll show you everything I got once we get home, okay? Now go help Daddy with Keisuke.” You set her down and gently push her towards Keigo before taking one of the twins.

Sachi was only five yet her pink wing nubs had grown into the most beautiful pair of pink and white feathered wings, while your son was just starting to grow his own plume of crimson wings. Since his wings were still growing, he couldn’t fly on his own yet while Sachi took to flying like a fish took to water.

“Did you get more coffee?” Keigo tries to peek into your bag and you bark out a laugh and dart away from him. “Like I told your daughter, once we get home I’ll show you.” You cradle your youngest son, Ryoma, close as the six of you walk home with Sachi and Keisuke talking animatedly about what they think you picked up.

“Spring is almost here, feel like having more kids?” Keigo leans down and whispers into your ear. “Keigo!” You turn your head to look at him while you feel your cheeks heat up. “It’s only October, there’s no way you could go into a rut soon.” He lets out a low chirp before shrugging. “We can practice then.” You roll your eyes but you don’t lose the smile that’s slowly turning into a grin with each second.

“You won’t be happy until you have a whole pride of kids, huh?” You look back to your older kids as they race ahead once the clearing comes into view. “Maybe, or I just love you.”

He then wraps a large red wing around you and tugs you closer to him as the two of you watch your kids run to the house.

Everything is in its place

I know you said you only might accept pregnancy requests depending on what it is so I wanted to try 😅 how about shigaraki and reader break up while she’s unknowingly pregnant with his child and he bumps into said child years later and connects the dots that it’s his? If you don’t like it feel free to ignore this request 😊

I liked this nonnie.

I am terrified that by saying that I’m going to be inundated with pregnancy HC’s, lol. But, this request I really leaned into. Plus, it’s more about a kid than a pregnancy. 

So, thank you for asking and letting me slip out of my comfort zone. It’s always good to do that every once in awhile and this ask was a great reminder of that.

It’s a bit melancholic, but I think it fits with Tomura, at least, in my mind.

Now, this is not in canon. This is not like, pre-war arc, or post-war arc. If anything, it’s more of an AU. I’d put Tomura in his late 20s to early 30s.  

warnings: none really, just some sweet, sweet interactions and mild angst 

Hestia Hestia, in Greek religion, is the goddess of the hearth, a daughter of Cronus and Rhea, and one of the 12 Olympian deities. When the gods Apollo and Poseidon became suitors for her hand, she swore to remain a maiden forever, and Zeus, the king of the gods, bestowed upon her the honor of presiding over all sacrifices. 

The shouting noise of children set his teeth on edge.

Toga had insisted that the bus stop by the school was the best place for the information exchange.

They won’t look for you there, she’d assured him. It’s like hiding in plain sight. Yeah, it’s patrolled, but it’s only an old security guard who does the rounds. Besides, he’s retired from the police force, she qualified, and was more like a lazy cat than an attentive scent hound.  

It’s the best place, really.

So, Shigaraki had made the long trek across Tokyo.

He kept to the shadows as he weaved his way through back alleys and streets. Although the dominance of the League had waned some over the years, he was still a wanted criminal, responsible for countless death and threats on hero society.

He was still the King of his slice of the underworld.

Besides, he reassured himself as he loitered by the bench under the bus stop, he could trust Toga.

She had improved in leaps and bounds as she came of age; deadlier, sleeker, more attuned to the ebbs and flows of the world around her. She wasn’t that girl who chattered about blood anymore.

Oh, she still held a strange fascination with the fluid. But she had more control over those impulses that drove her. If she said it was the best place, well, who was he to argue? Toga had been with him from the beginning, a vital ally. Hell, at this point she was close to being a friend.

Shigaraki is still musing when the ball taps its way to his feet.

It clatters against the pavement; the rubber shuttling it along the loose rocks and leaves. Unthinkingly, Shigaraki lifts his shoe to balance against its unbound movement, stilling its lulling bounces.

Must be from that schoolyard, he thinks, his red eyes flashing up at the low chain-link fence that separates the school grounds from the busy street.

There’s no child dashing their way to retrieve it, so he lets his gaze slip from the teeming masses of giggling youngsters. It’s a pretty blue. The ball looks new. Hardly a scuffed and battered thing.

He keeps it under his sole, toying with it, rolling it meditatively as he slips back into his thoughts.

“Hey! That’s mine!”

It’s a small voice that calls to him and he turns his head back to the fence, looking for the source.

It’s a girl.

She’s leaning against the metal, her hands clutching into the links, cocking her head inquisitively at him.

Her nose wrinkles at his silence, and she shouts another demand.

“Mister, that’s my ball. Toss it back.”

“Aren’t you supposed to say please?” Shigaraki taunts, his lips lifting in a quick grin. He’s not sure why he’s bothering to engage with this kid, but something about her plucky attitude resonates with him.

She leans away from the fence, that scowl deepening on her soft features.

“Aren’t grown ups not supposed to steal things?”

He laughs at her snark. He can’t help it. Oh, this kid’s fun.

Carefully slipping the ball into his hands, he moves closer to the fence. He can see her a little better now.

She’s still got that deep frown on her face and her dark hair is gleaming in the afternoon sun, some strands catching the light, reflecting a deep, auburn, hue. He’s just about to chuck the ball to her when he catches sight of her eyes.

They’re red.

Not that red eyes are unusual. There are plenty of people milling around Tokyo with them. But hers are different.

No, these eyes are like looking into a mirror for Shigaraki. They flint and glare with the same sheen as his own. It’s a prefect reflection.

His feet suddenly feel heavy, leaden, and he can’t lift his arms. Who is this child? Why does she-

“Ok, ok, mister. Can I please have my ball back? You’re still stealing it if you don’t, so I’m not apologizing for that. I might... if you give it back to me, cuz’ it’s my ball, not yours. And, stealing makes you a thief.”

She’s rolling those uncanny irises at his stiff form, and a huffing sigh escapes her small mouth.

“What’s your name?” Shigaraki asks, hands trembling over the rubber of the ball.

“Not supposed to tell that to strangers, mister.”

He smiles again, bemused. Well, he thinks begrudgingly, she’s a clever little thing. Whoever she is.

A sharp bell echoes across the yard and she turns her head at the sound, her dark hair tumbling around her shoulders.

“Here,” Shigaraki relents, gently flipping the ball over the fence, bouncing it to her feet.

“Thanks,” she murmurs, quickly snatching up her prize. Those red eyes of hers meet his own, and he can feel a low shiver echo up his spine. What’s up with this reaction? It almost feels visceral, like some sort of otherworldly pull on him.

“Sorry I called you a thief,” she apologizes, quickly bowing her head, ducking those eerie eyes from view.

He’s not sure what to say, so he continues to watch her. She doesn’t seem perturbed by this, opting to giggle at him as her little head lifts.

“You’re weird,” she assess, a smile finally spreading over her lips, her cheeks rounding and softening. 

Tch, she’s rude, but she’s also cute, Shigaraki thinks, snorting at her frankness.

She turns, dashing away from him, her dark hair flowing around her back as she goes.

Shigaraki shakes his head, trying to dislodge those lingering questions that keep floating to the back of his mind.

He’ll never see her again, he reasons, wandering back to the bus stop. Trying to tamp down the urge to look for her again, to pinpoint her from the other giggling and shouting children on the playground.

But he did see her again.

He comes back to the stop a few weeks later.

There’s no information pickup this time. There’s no real reason for him to even be on this side of town.

He just can’t get her out of his mind.

This little kid had shaken something within his psyche. He kept dreaming about her. Well, not her, really. No, there was someone else haunting his dreams.

He hasn’t thought about you in years.

But now? Now, he can’t get you out of his head. He even feels like he can feel you some nights, warm against his side. He sulks in the memories of the familiar touches that the two of you shared, the love that you’d pressed into him, so, so long ago.

He saw the girl in those moments. Resting in your arms as you looked up, your eyes bright against her dark head. The girl would laugh and run to him, those reflective red eyes shining with mirth. 

It was fucking strange.

He both hated, and loved, the repetitive nature of these illusions. They made him feel safe and warm, but they also chilled him to his very bones. It was unsettling.

Unsure what else to do, he’d back come to the bus stop.

It’s early afternoon. Close to the time he’d visited it before. He waits on the lonely bench, his hands pressed together and that strange tremble races through his veins.

This is stupid, he thinks, his eyes lowering from the sea of kids, all twisting and turning in a heap as they play. It’s an impossibility, really. The chances of that girl losing her ball again is minuscule. There’s no way he can call to her either. It’s a waste. He shouldn’t even be here.

He’s standing to leave, when that small voice reaches him.

“Oh! You’re back.”

His head whips around, his long white hair glowing against the sunlight.

There she is.

She’s gripping the fence again, and she’s staring right at him.

Shigaraki smiles. It’s a gentle lift and he can feel his heart tapping a rough tattoo against his ribs. He steps toward her, kneeling when he gets close, careful to not overstep his bounds.

He’s not wanting to startle her.

No, he’s wanting to talk with her. Maybe she’ll drop some kinda clue why he’s so drawn to her. Or maybe she’ll morph into any other child again. Plain, uninteresting. Slipping from that odd ghost that she’s become to his subconscious. 

He hopes it’s the latter. But part of him also longs for it to be the former.

She’ll hop to the fence around 3:15.

She looks for him now, used to the routine of his presence.

He told her to call him Tomura, and the name falling from her lips made his heart ache.

Tomura stopped by on Fridays. Careful to not stay too long, to not draw too much attention to himself.

At first, he’d sneak her little trinkets. 

A little plastic toy of his, one that he had since he was a kid. She’d squealed with delight and clutched it to her. He’d grinned at that, remembering how he’d once held onto the thick plastic himself. 

Once, he’d just plucked a nearby flower as he walked to the school, presenting it to her outreached grasp. He’d watched proudly as she tucked it behind her ear, the color glossy beside her hair.

She’s still a sassy little thing. But she’s softened a little, too. Her voice losing that early, untrusting, edge.

He didn’t ask her much. Sometimes they both just sat in silence as she sketched designs into the dirt. Sometimes he would listen to her chatter about her day. Her classmates, her teacher. Once, she’d even pressed something over the fence to him.

It was a drawing.

He’s not sure if it really was all that well done, or if it’s just his heavy bias toward her. But he loves the mix of color and lines. He’d asked who the people were.

One was her friend, Kenji. One was her teacher. One was him.

He’d pinned it to the wall in his room. Displaying it, flaunting the gift. He looked at it every morning, admiring her work.

He’s late one day, and she scolds him, her small arms draping over the fence.

“I didn’t think you were going to come,” she chatters, her red eyes lingering against his, the two colors casting back the same hue.

“Was running behind,” Tomura replies, leaning against the low concrete barrier, resting his back against the fence.

Her little hands reach for his hair, playing with the pearlescent tendrils, weaving some into knots and braids. 

He doesn’t mind.

“Hey, Tomura,” she says, working a tiny hairband into her creation, her voice curious.

“Hmm,” he hums, careful to not shift his head, not wanting to disrupt her hard work.

“You didn’t ask my name again. At least… not after that one day.”

“Do you want me to ask?” He queries, his pulse lifting.

He’d wanted to ask her again, but he didn’t want to startle her, to shatter these innocences that they shared.

“It’s Beryl,” she answers. She says it confidently, and he turns to face her.

She grins at him, wiggling one loose tooth playfully at his serious expression, trying to tug a laugh from him.

“Beryl?” he repeats, unable to keep that awed hush from his raspy tones. It’s a pretty name. It suits her, really. But it’s strange. It’s not Japanese. 

You hadn’t been Japanese. 

“That’s a good name,” he assures her. “But, it’s not… you don’t hear that name very often.”

“Yeah,” Beryl concedes, her vermillion eyes roving over his face. “My mom’s not from here.”

His nostrils flare at that.

He hasn’t asked her about her mother. He’s unsure if it’s a general disinterest on his part, or trepidation. He fears it’s the latter.

Gulping, he tilts his head at her, feeling that soft braid she’s plaited into his hair shifting.

“Who’s your mother?”

“Who is she? She’s my mom, silly.”

“No,” he pauses, ignoring that creeping tremor that’s working its way to the top of his skull, his skin prickling and cooling. “I mean…what’s her name?”

“Oh! Her name is-”

“Beryl! Beryl, it’s time to come inside.” A teacher is calling for her. 

Tomura startles away, drifting to his feet and pacing quickly back to the bus stop. He can’t help the snarl that etches its way across his lips. He’d been so close. So fucking close…

He chances a glance back at the fence and catches sight of Beryl. She’s dashing across the playground, her dark hair waving in the sun.

Japan is about to slip into summer. School will come to a close, moving into a long break. He won’t see her again for almost a month.

His heart sinks at that realization and he grits his teeth. Slipping his hands into his dark trench coat, he steps across the street, away from the bus stop, away from the little girl that’s feeling more and more like his own.

Edit: oh hey. so, i couldn’t stfu about this and created a sequel: Materfamilias 

hahaha & part iii

Spicy noodles my beloved 

Yandere!Hawks x Broken!Reader

Summary: Hawks regrets breaking you.

Warnings: yandere themes, injury mentions, blood mentions, physical and emotional abuse mentions, suicidal ideation, attempt mentions, forced captivity

Word count: 1.1k

The cool glass pressed against your forehead. The nightlife never got boring from up here. The lavish apartment Keigo had kept you in was dark, dinner ice cold on the table by now. He’d warned you it was going to be late by the time he got home, but you decided to wait nonetheless.

He would’ve expected dinner at 6 anyway, late or not. The cameras still watching your every move. You had prepared dinner, as usual, the routine he’d molded you to fit, it was something Keigo credited to you becoming a perfect housewife.

You hated it.

Your previous attempt at finally being free of the cage he’d put you in still throbbed. You were—quite literally—caged in like a common parakeet. It didn’t help that he called you “dove” either. Now, you couldn’t even really breathe properly without threatening to pop the stitches in your back.

You could feel the gashes stretching as you leaned forward against your knees. Keigo’s handiwork serving as a blatant reminder that if you were going to try and fly away, you would have your wings clipped.

Not that you ever had wings in the first place, nor the ability to fly. However, diving headfirst off the balcony was enough of an 'escape' attempt for him to punish you. Two deep gashes on either side of your spine, held together by string and pain. The marks were a reminder that death as a freedom was torn away, the pain being more than you could ever handle.

You couldn’t get out of bed for two days post punishment, the bruises from the beatings adding on to your pain. Keigo made sure to smother you with kisses and care before returning to work, a reminder that his punishment was "for the best".

You didn’t want to try and escape again. Besides, a bird without wings had no reason to leave the cage, right?

Your thoughts were interrupted by a thump on the balcony. A familiar jingle of keys and a jiggle of the door handle, and suddenly he was home.

“Hey there, little dove,” Keigo chirped, discarding his gloves and jacket on the dining chair. His eyes surveyed you, then the room, “I’m sorry I couldn’t make it to dinner, since it’s probably cold, do you wanna order takeout?”

You stayed quiet, he’d never offered to order anything, always insisting you should cook. Was this a trick?

When you didn’t answer, Keigo strode across the room until he was in front of you. His hand was placed firmly under your chin, yanking your jaw up to meet his gaze.

His hardened features suddenly went soft.

Keigo searched your face for any sign of defiance, any hint that you’d try to hurt him, or yourself, but there was none of that.

“Dove,” Keigo started, “I asked you a question.”

You swallowed roughly, struggling against the position he was holding you in.

“I-it’s ok, I can just remake it.” You offered, trying to push yourself up and off the windowsill.

As soon as you stood he stopped you firmly by your shoulders, still searching your face, your body. To him, something wasn’t right.

“What’s up with you?” He asked blatantly.

You froze, was this another trick question?

“I..” you started, not being able to tear your eyes away from his gaze, “I’m just hurting.”

You answered honestly, not sure if that was what he wanted to hear.

He sighed, rubbing his hands up and down your arms, making you wince.

“It’s ok if you don’t make dinner tonight, dove, we can order in Chinese food or something. A new restaurant just opened up down the street, would you like to try that place?.” He asked softly.

It was your turn to search his face for any hesitation, any sign this was a trick, but there was nothing.

You slowly leaned into his chest, searching for warmth, for any hint of love that would show you he wasn’t upset with you.

Keigo gently wrapped his arms around your waist, careful not to hurt your back any further. This softness was your answer. He placed a soft kiss on the top of your head.

In his mind, Keigo felt bad. Images of you screaming and crying under him as he used his own feathers to cut into your back, only minutes after he had laid several strikes on your entire body. He remembered your sobs for hours after your punishment. Rocking back and forth while he stitched you up and bandaged you until you cried yourself to sleep. Today marked one week since it happened.

Keigo could sense a change in your demeanor since the moment it happened. You were more submissive now. He didn't have to ask you to clean up or make dinner anymore. It was done without asking, often better than he expected.

You clung to him now, afraid of his next move.

"Dove," He started, pulling away from you, "I'm serious this time, we can order food. I know you're not feeling well."

"Keigo, it's fine-"

"Y/n." He shushed you once more. "It's ok."

You accepted defeat, realizing he wasn't going to let up.

"I'll order as soon as we clean you up." His hands slipped under your jacket, tracing over the wounds.

Taking your hands, he gently pulled you towards your shared bedroom. You were instructed to lay face down on the bed, removing your jacket to reveal the array of bandages underneath.

Keigo sent his feathers to retrieve medical supplies while he cut the old bandages off your body.

Both of you were silent as he carefully cleaned up some of the stitching and dried blood. God there was just so much it felt like you were coated in a thick layer of it. It was painful, too. Dealing with gashes that large and so many bruises had Keigo wincing at the sight of his work.

He also took into account how many times you whimpered or winced at his touch. No doubt about it, you really were in pain, so much pain. As he finished rebandaging your back, he took into account the dark bruises that had yet to show any signs of improvement. God, how hard did he hit you?

You didn't really move as Keigo put away the supplies and walked around the bed, laying on the sheets with you. He was on his side, wings hanging off the bed as you stared at each other.

You didn't even notice you were crying until he frowned at you. He pulled you into him gently, letting you cry out whatever you were feeling.

Internally, he hated himself. Keigo didn’t like this new you. There was no fire inside you anymore. He was happy to have a housewife, but not at the cost of you losing yourself.

Keigo wept silently as he held you, realizing how badly he had broken you.

He never intended it to be like this.

lover

kaeya❄️