Persistent Dreams - Hawks x Reader (PAUSED)

First Dream : Rules

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You open your eyes, the first thing you see is the ceiling above you crumbling and cracking. The sounds of a war raging outside. You look down and see fire, lots of it– blue.

Hawks is standing in the middle of the flames, turquoise surrounding him, brightening up the room to an almost unbearable level.

The first thing you notice about the hero's disheveled appearance is the left side of his face, it's burnt. Some of his hair is scorched. You look behind him to his wings, the sight makes you want to cry. They're charred, barely anything left amongst the vermillion feathers. You want run to him— heal him... but you can't. You can't move, you can't speak, you can't breath. You can only watch as the scene unfolds before you.

A low male voice is speaking but you can't make out the phrases coming from his mouth, almost as if all words being exchanged are muffled, yet you can hear outside of the room perfectly fine.

You look at the man talking, he has black hair, eyes as blue as the flames, severe burns decorating his body, staples holding purple scars to healthy skin. His trench coat is black, you can't tell if the tattered design is on purpose or not but it fits him well, for a villain that is.

The male in the coat raises his right arm. A heap of blue flames burst from his hand and hurl towards Hawks. You want to scream, tackle the man in the black coat and stop him. As your eyes search the unrelenting wall of turquoise all signs of Hawks is lost.

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You gasp and sit up in your bed, back covered in sweat. You cover your mouth as tears stream down your face, the scene playing over and over inside your head, eyes glued to your top blanket.

You can't hear a thing, not because you are deaf but because it is the middle of the night. The silence is killing you with each replay within your minds' eye. You try to read their lips, decode anything that'll give you a hint as to what they were discussing. You can make out a few words, nothing that makes any sense, and you're certain there's room for error in your interpretation.

You screw your eyes shut, unable to decipher the conversation. If it wasn't for you having had dreams about your parents dying you might be able to brush this off as an irrational nightmare. You shake your head and bury your face into your blankets. Your heart is breaking in your chest, you can hardly breathe between restrained convulsions. You sit up abruptly and gasp for air, letting out a choked sob.

Hawks is going to burn alive, and there's nothing I can do about it...

You spend what seems like hours trembling, sweating, and crying. You wrap yourself in your wings wishing this wasn't reality. You know the dream is real, you know it's going to happen. Most of all, if you tell him it won't make a difference, he will die at the hands of a pyro kinetic quirk user whether he's made aware of it beforehand or not.

Unless...

You sit up and get out of bed, hustle to your desk and look at the time, 5:27. You turn on the lamp and take out a notebook, grab a mechanical pencil from a glass jar, and begin to map to out how long it took before your parents passed away. You grab your phone, look up the exact date, and write it down.

Given your dreams started at just the start of fall that means it was sometime in September. The accident didn't happen until the following fall. It's a gamble, a heavy one at that but...