-18+ FIC- Y/N is a quirkless artist, working in the backstreets in a tattoo studio owned by herself. It's a pretty uneventful life of drawing, cleaning, sorting out admin and going home to eat and sleep. Until a chance encounter with the feathered hero himself: Hawks. Her stance towards the heros and government isn't the kindest, especially working in an industry that is still strongly looked down upon, so his presence isn't welcome. Drawn to the quirkless woman, Hawks makes excuses to come and visit her whenever he can, but when she starts warming up to him and her past starts arising, can Hawks handle it? *** *Please note this fic has preset hair and eye colours- This is to run with the story line.* #1 in Hawks.

Calgary. The city full of reminisces and a past Autumn Kingsley's tried an immense amount to leave behind, enclosed in the depths of her hometown where she grew up. Atlas Miller. Rude, closed off and someone who desperately tries to obstruct any form of emotion. What happens when they both unexpectedly cross paths and realise that the broken shards of their troubled pasts have not yet vanished from their lives and instead dug deeper into their skins? They were both like a heavy weight on thin ice.