Fateful Encounters (Hawks x Fem!Reader x Feitan)

The Daily Grind

A/N: Feitan doesn't have an issue with the language barrier in this story, so if you wanted authentic broken spoken word Feitan, this isn't for you. I'm sorry. 

Cover Picture: Luigi Boccardo from on Unsplash. 

-1 Year Ago-

It was a relatively normal day for you as you woke up to the bright light of the rising fun creeping onto your face and slowly waking you up, living on such a high floor meant you got to bask in the beauty of the rising sun every morning, added onto the fact that you got to wake up next to the love of your life as well. Keigo Takami AKA Hawks. And every morning you got to see the way the rising sun made his hair glisten like gold and his feathers shine like rubies. How did you get so lucky? Knowing it was by some slight chance was incredibly unbelievable, just a beautiful case of being somewhere at the right time.

You found yourself staring at him, the way he peacefully laid there, the way his chest rose and fell ever so slightly, you couldn't even count the amount of times you've done this, with it now being considered a morning ritual for you. You two have been dating now for two years, living together for ninety percent of the relationship. But this sight, man, it never gets old. A smile crept onto your face and like clockwork he shuffled around in bed, positioning his body so that he was now facing you with his eyes fluttering open, golden eyes sparkling and making contact with yours, and soon a smile was on his face.

"Good morning Tweety," he said, beaming a smile in your direction, stretching his arm out to grab you and pull your body closer to his, planting a soft kiss on your lips, leaving you two to be touching noses.

"Good morning handsome," you nuzzled your noses together and smiled. "What are our plans for today Busy Bird?" A cute and fitting nickname for the number two hero who rarely had time off.

"Luckily, and hopefully nothing" he huffed in response, laying back on his back and stretching out. Making every contact with you again after he decided that he was as stretched as he could be.

You got out of bed and did the same, preferring the relief of stretching and getting your blood flowing to get you completely ready for the day. The light shone on your body casting a shadow onto the bed and onto Hawks, whose feather delivered you one of his shirts, a tad too big but it was cozy and smelt like him.

"I'll get breakfast ready then," you turned around and smiled at the yawning Big Bird still laying in bed half covered by the massive comforter like a bird in his nest. His toned body now illuminated by the morning sun, another sight you could never get sick of.

-Present Day-

~buzz buzz buzz~ ~buzz buzz buzz~

You woke up to a familiar sound going off not too far away from your body, your alarm, alerting you that it was time to start a new day. You sat up and wiped the tear that was falling ever so slowly down your face. It wasn't until recently your life with Hawks replayed in your mind in your new world.

After six months of trying your hardest to get back it was always to no avail, and it made it tougher because everyone thought of you as crazy without proof other than your unnatural power and its source in this new place. And you couldn't just roam forever, looking and asking everyone for answers, you needed to make it, you needed to live. So that's exactly what you're doing.

I mean there was no way that back home people weren't desperately looking for a way to find you as well. They had to be, you thought to yourself.

Pain swelled in your stomach, you'll never stop trying but sometimes it hurts too much to keep going and sometimes you want to just lay down and wait, no matter what happens to you. But you got up anyways, against your own volition and got ready to enjoy your day off. It's been a week since the auction so the bustling city has finally slowed down to it's relatively normal pace. Which the auction didn't happen in person due to large attacks occurring twice from what people call "The Phantom Troupe" If you hadn't been a pro-hero back home you would be decently scared, but attacks like that happened at home more often than preferred.