Persistent Dreams - Hawks x Reader (PAUSED)

Moving Forward 🍈

Warning: Sexual implications, tenSION, reader and Hawks being fucking thirsty for each others' asses, mentions of sexual acts such as consuming sex fluids.

(Love and Sexual Tension– You're welcome. And enjoy.)

Word count: ~5.7K

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Hero uniforms don't serve as great disguises, it was best to get celebratory yakitori to-go. Hawks mingled patiently with passerbys, signing autographs, taking selfies, the usual. As soon as your order was called though he was in the air, flying up through a collection of clouds.

Further behind as to not raise suspicion, you followed him. When your head popped out from beneath the white condensation you found Hawks patting a group of feathers next to him. You smiled, and joined him, only about 15 minutes left until he needs to take off again.

While on his third stick, Hawks asks: "So, what do you want to do when you get your quirk back? Any plans?"

Swallowing your food, you're a bit surprised he would even ask. Isn't it obvious?

"Yes. I thought it would be easy for you to figure out but assuming you don't want to put pressure on me— I want to be your healer."

The red winged hero holds himself back from smiling. "Oh? And why not anyone else? What makes me stand out?" Though his tone does little to hide his teasing.

I was hoping you would ask that.

"Your goal as a hero." You state pointedly.

Hawks' fluffy brows jump slightly, his legs shift so they are pointed towards you, head tilted to the side encouragingly as he takes another bite from his yakitori. Free hand reaching for the next one.

Finding the hero to be in listening mode or rather, wanting an explanation, you continue. "I think having too much free time on my hands would be nice one day. When that day comes I think that's when we celebrate with ice cream, until then I'll be by your side as your healer. And when you're on missions I can't be a part of –for whatever reason– I'll be doing my usual hero stuff– patrols, capturing villains, healing civilians after attacks... I still want to help people."

Nothing left to say on the matter, you fill your mouth with more juicy delicious meat. (Don't think about it, Y/N.)

A smile tugs at his lips, honey colored eyes looking at you in a gentle manner. Hawks sighs blissfully, nodding his head. His chest is filled with pride, knowing how much he has inspired and influenced you, and your choice in career. He feels even a bit flattered.

"That's... well, that's certainly something I didn't expect to hear from you. Don't get me wrong– I just... I wouldn't consider myself a good influence, and my goal isn't really to inspire people to do good." He sighs, wings shifting awkwardly on his back.

"But.. I'm glad that a selfish wish of mine affected you in this way." His eyes look away from your own. You recognize this as an act of him trying to shut you off, and it makes your brows knit. You open your mouth to speak, but his head snaps back at you with a bright smile.

"It's good that we have the same goal though— all the more reason why you should work with me! I'll only need you to sign some papers– oh sorry, I already took the liberty of taking care of all the necessary paperwork myself, I'll just need you to sign them and boom! Welcome to Hawks' agency!" He opens his arms wide, branding a blindingly bright smile.

Jaw falling open you stare at him, a certain tenderness taking over your features. "Wait– really? Oh my—" your chest swells with overwhelming joy, hands coming up to cover the lower half of your face. Eyes glossing with wet exuberance. "Hawks..I– thank you! Thank you so much. Fuck– you're spoiling me," you pause, gears in your mind turning before alarms go off in your head. You ask, "Is it really okay though? With us dating and all?"