Hawks Haven

He’s just a silly little guy*

Ahhh there's something about him getting outta bed in the morning

I meant this to just be a personal ref for how Hawks' hair looks in my xreader fic Myosotis but take him. Please. He needs held.

Chapter 25; The Aviary

Hawks x Bird!Girl reader | NSFW | 100+k Hawks is a hero who still has wings Post-Canon. An older, war torn Hawks falling for his personal assistant. NSFW. Post-war. And a touch of forbidden love.

The air whistling around his body felt like vertigo. His stomach lurched, threatening to dump bile onto the roofs below him. He landed, unceremoniously and sloppy, in an alley away from the carnage. His shoulder slammed into the fender of a truck that’d been left there. He didn’t try to stand. He slid down its cool metal and crumpled into the pavement. He rubbed hard at his eyes, trying to wipe out the memory of that girl. But her ghost wouldn’t go. The image of her broken body was stuck on the back of his eyelids—Don’t think about it. That shirt was much too big for her, falling down to her ankles. Stop thinking about it. Perhaps it was her father’s— A choked sound tore from his throat. “What are those wings even for?” came a voice again, another ghost from his youth returning to taunt him. It was his own punishment, his head keeping them alive enough to still hurt him. His shaking fingers battled with the back of his belt until he forced its pocket open. He dug out a shiny metal flask, and cursed himself as his unsteady fingers grappled with its top. The liquid burned on its way down; comforting and warm against the bitter chill that fought with his wings. He chugged and chugged until his hands began to steady. Until the voice dulled to a garble. Until there was nothing left inside. Still, every nerve around the ruined muscles in his back burned hot and tight, leaving him too stiff to even slump over to sulk.

Chapter 24; The Man. The God.

Hawks x Personal Assistant Reader

You spent so many sleepless nights trying to untangle Keigo’s contradictions, as if there had to be a single version of him underneath it all. But there wasn’t. He was a barely functioning alcoholic who couldn’t find one good thing to say about himself. And he was still Hawks.

23; I Can Lead You To Bed, But I Can’t Make You Sleep

Older Hawks x Bird Girl Personal Assistant Reader Excerpt: "You’re more animal than most, like me. There are people who will have you believe that makes you lesser than them,” he said, and his hand ran over the scars that’d been carved into his throat. Each one was a punishment for being caught singing, a thought that hurt you more than anything. “But it's not true,” he promised, “Don't believe it.” You looked him, finally, in the face. Tears wet your cheeks, chin crinkled with feelings you'd been harboring since you were separated. You chirped to him, and it rolled into a long, relieved, trill. Faintly, a smile tugged at his face. His wings shifted against his back, and then melted between you in a red heap. “There she is,” he hummed.

Chapter 22; Boyhood

Older War-torn Hawks x Bird Girl Assistant Synopsis: Heroes sacrificed every part of themselves to keep civilians like you safe. They got hurt. Their loved ones died. A heroes' job was to do the saving. But, after so much had been lost and they lay alone in the quiet of the night, who would be there to save them? For Hawks, it would be you. But your first assignment is not an easy egg to crack. Chapter synopsis: Hawks laments his love.

Vent piece for the cover of my hawks x reader fic, Myosotis. Speedpaint below!

wip I've been working on for my xreader fic Myosotis

Chapter 21; The Patron Saint of Lost Causes

Older Hawks x Personal Assistant Reader A war-torn Hawks survived with his wings intact, but little else. Enter you, his new personal assistant, with unshakable resolve and pair of wings of your own.

Excerpt “Can you call off the birds?” You asked while shaking his feathers out of your nightgown.  “I’m trying,” came his own mutter of frustration. “‘Ey won’t list’n.” You stared at him in disbelief.  “We are about to be together in public. You are obviously drunk and I am—” You gestured frantically to your wrinkled nightgown, your tangled hair, the oversized jacket hanging off your shoulders. “They can't be all over me! Do you want me to lose my license?” He shifted across the van floor, bloodshot eyes widening beneath his pinched brow.  “Why th’ hell would I want that?” he snapped, words slurring together. “They just—” He cut himself off with a rough swallow. “They keep goin’ t’you.” You clenched your jaw against the bitter air. “I swear I will leave you in this parking garage.” “S’not nice—” Even drunk, he called your bluff. With a groan, you slammed the van doors on him.

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Oh yeah say hi to my OC lillie. Gonna be a lot of her over there.

Closest match: Bombyx mori BmN4 cell DNA, chromosome 24, sequence Common name: Domestic Silk Moth