✦ ┊ hawks oneshots

Icarus

a/n: spoiler warning (somewhat, it just says who hawks worked with--) + angst! i also have a headcanon that when hawks dies, he loses his feathers- idk it's just something i thought of-

"I told the little birdy not to shove his beak where it doesn't belong - look where it got him!"

Wheezy, husky tones spit out the scathing words like poison as you stand there, heartbroken and frozen to the spot; your eyes unable to leave the broken, winged body laying at the feet of the visibly unhinged flame-wielder in front of you.

You see, at first, when you had suddenly received the text message pleading for help from your boyfriend, Hawks, you had gotten a sinking feeling in your stomach; the sensation of not being able to breathe plaguing you in an instant.

Hawks had previously been hellbent on the fact that he'd never call for help from you. He said that he'd fight his own battles; that he'd never bother you with the endeavors he got himself into.

That's why you were frightened upon receiving the text.

It was out of the ordinary for him, and the text message was written strangely. There was the usage of words Hawks had never uttered to you; it was almost as if it wasn't your boyfriend on the other end of the device.

But now that you stood here, facing Dabi, you knew that your suspicions were correct. With one glance at the cracked phone in the scarred male's clutched fist, you knew that Dabi must've been the one to type it out.

You're not sure what to do next, since your legs are refusing to move. They feel like lead, and frankly that's to blame on the way you got here: at a frantic pace.

You wished you were brave enough to lash out - to do something - but still, your legs refuse to move. Your mind is screaming at you to help your boyfriend, who's badly injured; his golden eyes are shut.

The winged hero's glass visor is cracked, and there are long, deep etches carved into the once-smooth transparent surface. Blood pools at the ground beneath his head, and crimson feathers litter the floor like vivid autumn leaves.

You've never seen him lose this many feathers before, and you're definitely sure it's not him using his quirk.

After a few moments of heavy silence, you manage to get your mouth moving, your tongue feeling heavy and dry in your mouth,