Birds of a Feather- Hawks x Fem! Reader

Bad Part of Town?

TW: MUGGING, CHOKING

You let out a deep sigh and tried to roll your shoulders back, correcting your hunched posture. You flittered your wings a little, their green iridescence shining in the streetlamp light. It had been a long...very long, day at the office and you couldn't wait to get back to your apartment and plop onto your old worn couch. You would get to relax, eat some leftovers, change out of these god awful shoes. You looked down at your feet for a moment and frowned, feeling blisters well up on the backs of your heels. You knew you should've put some band-aids on your ankles since they were brand new-

You let out a sharp gasp as you felt someone grab you from behind and yank you forcefully into an alleyway. They kept a bruising grip on your mouth and waist, feeling their hot breath on your neck made you want to vomit. 

Holy fuck. 

You were gonna die. 

Tears pricked at the corner of your eyes as you tried to struggle and thrash to no avail. 

FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK.

"Move one more time bitch and see what happens."

The venom in his voice made your blood run cold, your head started to feel fuzzy. This couldn't be real. You decided a gentle nod of acknowledgement was your best bet. You could practically hear the greasy smile he cracked.

"Good girl...Now you listen, ALL I want is all the money in that bag you got there, along with any cell phones, identity cards, jewelry, etcetera."

You took a deep shaky breath and nodded again, trying to grasp your bag with what little movement you had in your hands. You managed to pull out your wallet and your phone with your finger tips. When the man realized how long this would take he growled in frustration and instead decided to pin you against the dingy brick wall by the neck, keeping a tight grip on your throat with one of his hands. You felt a bolt of pain run down your wings, your feathers twitch a little against the mossy brick.

He rips the bag away from you and begins to dig through it. This is the first time you get a good look at him, he had 2 long fangs like a snake and a forked tongue. Occasionally, he would glance up at your with silver irises and slit pupils, it was all you could do to focus on breathing. He was holding your throat so tightly.

Just as you were preparing to say your final words, you noticed a figure quietly zip into place behind your captor. It happened so fast, if you had looked away for a second you would've missed the swift takedown the mugger had suffered. He was being knocked unconscious and pinned to the musty ground before you had even had time to process this stranger's arrival.

Wow.

Your body caught up with your mind and you reached up to feel your neck, taking rapid hurried breaths. You could breath again, you could breath.

The figure noticed your hyperventilating and quickly came to your aid, placing his gloved hands onto your shoulders.

"Hey hey hey ! No need for all that, you're okay. Breath slowly for me okay? Here come on let's take a deep breath."

His voice was soft and comforting, a little rasp resonating in the back of his throat with the harsher consonants. It was like spiced honey, sandalwood and amber....

You tried to breathe with the man, feeling a horrible roughness as you scratchily tried to thank him.

"Thank you but there's no need for you to thank me. At least not yet, once I get this guy turned over to police and you to an ER you can thank me all you'd like."