Hawks one shots

Paint with love .pt.3

Now today was the day you were showcasing your art.

This was a big event, everyone was going to be there. You weren't a big public speaker so this always took a lot out of you- but this time you felt good about it.

You had all your pieces of art and the photos all there.

You luckily didn't have to speak. Your job was to give the people who win, the art, or photos, probably shake their hand and maybe even take a photo with that person and sigh the art specially for them.

You were a very well known artist, known for your amazing attention to detail and for being able to paint or draw something very quickly.

You were now there. Wearing the prettiest thing you could find.

You couldn't really move, you were stuck at the back because of how many people there were.

Your brother was already at the front, and so were the heroes, and yes- heroes were able to buy their own painting which is why there are two copies made.
Though it was often better if they just asked for you to make them one so others could have the painting.

You stood at the back trying to get past but couldn't, being bumped back into someone, quite hard to.

You immediately turned around to apologise only to be met with a cocky smile from none other than the pro-hero hawks.

"Falling for me hard I see" he joked and chuckled, you just sighed shaking your head.

"Shut up" you mumbled, only now realising hawks still had his arms around you, so you tried moving but he wouldn't let you.

Instead, he turned you around, put his arms over your shoulders and put his head on your shoulder, your back against his chest.

He refused to let you move so that's how you stayed, gaining looks from many others.

Your assistant, aka your brother was speaking and soon enough the selling had begun.

It started with the bigger paintings like the UA one, then moved on the doubles then singular heroes.

Then it was hawks' turn and EVERYONE wanted the hawks painting but there was only two and a certain someone put their hand up to buy it.

Every time someone tried to bet higher they would bet higher, and to them- this seemed easy, and eventually the other people gave up.

"Sold to hawks!"

You gave hawks a glare. This was for others, why would he want himself in painting form in his house? You could just paint another if he desperately wanted one.

"Why would you do that? Its for everyone else" you whispered to him, still unable to turn by the way he was hugging you.

"Because, without having to be painted by you, I would have never met you, and I honestly couldn't really imagine my life out you now. The way you glare at me, yell at me, and ignore me but also really kind to me and funny you know.... And because I look hot as fuck in that painting"

You couldn't help but laugh at that last part.
You ignored all the other stuff as you didn't know how to respond so you just focused on the last part.

"Of course you'd think your hot, being the cocky asshole you are" You said, turning you head slightly, smiling a little.

He didn't give a cocky remark, nothing, just a genuine smile back, and something in his eyes, but you couldn't quite get what it was. it wasn't bad you could tell that but it was something more in his golden eyes.