Persistent Dreams - Hawks x Reader (PAUSED)

Face Your Fears Pt. 3

Listen to Girl by Jukebox the Ghost before starting.

If you can play the song and read at the same time, you are super human and I applaud you.

(There will be a clear cue as to when you should start the song)

-MissCupcake

_________

A song starts, volume cranked up to drown out the president's taunts. He...he knows this song, strangely enough.

Your hands cup his cheeks, forcing his eyes away from fake President. Your lips read, Look at me Hawks. Just look at me. Okay?

Hawks doesn't need you to do this. He had everything under control, he would have snapped himself out of it. More heroes and authorities are on their way, he could have easily walked you back to the Ambassador if you just gave him a second...

Come to think of it, he doesn't fear the President necessarily, more so he's afraid of losing you. He's afraid of failing as a hero. A protector— your protector.

His avian eyes search your face. You're muttering to yourself while still holding his face in place. He doesn't complain, simply observes the adorable way your eyebrows knit together and crease your forehead.

His eyes soften. Scowl long gone.

His nose twitches. You're so close he can breathe in your scent if he wanted to.

It's sweet... Shit.

Hawks' wings twitch.

Not this again... He internally groans.

With spring in the air, his instincts are a bit haywire, making him view you as one of his own. Well, technically you are one of his own. You're his healer.

He doesn't need his feathers to hear his healer's trembling voice or the quick pulse of her heart. He can see it clear as day on your entire body. You're visibly shaking— like a feather caught in a strong breeze. Whoever you see has left a scar on your psyche.

And he hates them already.

The dark circles under your eyes tell him you're at your limit for the day. He should let you sleep on the flight back, you look like you need it. Badly.

At the same time, you're still as gorgeous as ever. Maybe even more beautiful than the night Best Jeanist dressed you up for that mission.

Sure, you look like you've been fighting but to him that only increases these feelings towards you. You fought, hard. He knows, his feather transmitted everything. Still, the tears, slices, and shreds of your hero suit in disarray serve as solid evidence for it.

His eyes flick to your wings. Three lines of dried blood.

Hawks shifts his jaw. He knows it's an occupational hazard, you can't detach the majority of your wings like he can.

Though his chest swells with pride, and don't get him wrong— you deserve to be praised for fighting and kicking ass out there... At the same time, a small voice in his head wants to scold you for letting yourself get hurt so irresponsibly. He knows you can heal yourself just fine— but you didn't have enough fuel in you to be able to use your quirk for that.

Even so, he knew...

You're a capable heroine and an amazing sidekick. What more could he ask for?

Since the day he met you, you've done nothing but show Hawks how much you care for him. Hell, in your first week you forced him to eat a single piece of chicken for fuck sake!