Sometimes I Like To Think That Hawks Was Never Allowed To Have A Pet. One Day He Decides To Adopt A Dog

Fanon laughs at Canon when his face displays confusion.

C.Hawks: Since when did you know how to speak bird?

F.Hawks: Since I am a bird!

C.Hawks: I- you're not- nevermind, there's no point in arguing with you about it

F.Hawks: It's pretty neat though, that you learned how to speak bird, Sorano. Though, we are Hawks, not Eagles

How would the Hawks bros react to their little friend Sorano talking to birds in bird-speak? aka. Little kid is sitting in the park communing with the pigeons, ducks and geese. (Sora is one of those kids that's good at animal sounds)

*Fanon decides to chirp along, speaking with the different birds next to Sorano.*

*Canon is utterly confused and trying to figure out what they are doing.*

C.Hawks: Are you two, okay?

*Fanon looks over at Canon, then at Sorano with a mischievous smile.*

*Fanon speaks bird to Sorano, talking about how lame Canon is.*

Replying to asks and stuff will take slightly longer than normal. As I have a puppy nomming on my hands and cries if my attention isn't on them. :) So bare with me I WILL GET TO REQUESTS AND ASKS AND ALL THAT. Just delayed.

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Tiny forest for your dash

Hawks [Takami Keigo]/ Reader [M/F]

Title: | BEAST |

SUMMARY:

In the humans world mystical creatures were known as legends, fiction even. The humankind simply did not believe in their existence, in fact, they feared that beings like that might wander the earth...

One day, legends become reality when a 𝘣𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘵 of a man, a man with gigantic wings attached to his body is captured by a group of village soldiers.

And suddenly, everything changed.

But the fear within the humans did not change.

The fear of the unknown.

Humans fear what they don't understand, so they become hostile towards the beast of a man.

People are selfish beings... To protect themselves from the unknown, they reach to cruelty and label it as 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘵𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯.

In the middle of all of this, there is you.

You fear the winged man, but you also feel sorrow for the poor soul... The man that has done nothing worth of being treated like this.

And the more you get to spend time with the mysterious creature, you just know; You will set him free.

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Chapter 1:

An uproar in the village causes you to lift your head from your current labor; filling up a wooden bucket with water from the well.

People are frantically running towards the gates of the small village, eager to see what's causing the tumult.

Curiosity winning the upper hand you slowly put down the bucket in your hands and wipe your dirty hands on your robe, joining the people walking towards the reason of the commotion.

Your surrounding is filled with so many people, you are certain that the majority the villagers are currently present, joining the crowd.

"They said it's a 𝘮𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳!" , shouts a woman a few feets away from you.

"I heard it's a 𝘣𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘵!", argues another old lady, and you realize it's the bakers wife, Mrs. Jefferson.

Others start talking frantically around you, and the words 𝘮𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳 and 𝘣𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘵 comes out of every single one of their mouths. Not surely understanding what is going on, you decide to ignore the people around you.

The person they are referring to with those cruel words is probably a poor soul having been found in the woods, trying to trespass the village.

The village you live in is rather small but definitely not impoverished. Surrounded by woods and lakes it's a place that provides every human needs.

So it is not uncommon that people from poor villages try to trespass, wanting to be a part of the tranquil living.

Unfortunately for the poor souls, the mayor never allows foreigners to enter the village.

Everyone knows the cruel heart of the leader of the town.

And no one ever dares to speak against him. He may be a ruthless man, but everyone is grateful for the light lives he provides them with.

Excluding you.

You, the daughter of the mayor.

One would think you being the daughter of the most important person in the village would have the most extravagance life out of everyone.

But as everyone knows, that's not the case.

Your father loathes your existence since the day you've been born. Thinking that your mother, who died after giving birth to you, was unfaithful. Believing in rumours about his wife his whole life, he has treated you no better than a servant in his home.

And that's what you basically are, a servant in his massive home.

You'd be lying if you said it doesn't bother you.

But over the years you've learned to put a mask of indifference on your face.

Obeying your fathers every word, you manage to elude the mayor's occasionally outbursts.

Well, most of the time at least.

Seeing the village gates slowly appearing in your sight you come to a halt like many others in the crowd. You peek over heads, trying to see the reason why everyone has gathered here.

The moment your eyes land on where the mayor is currently standing, a high pitched shriek erupts from the mass.

You jolt frightened, your eyes getting bigger. The crowd starts getting louder, some are screaming, others are talking frantically with each other, you can see the fear in their eyes.

Despite of the uneasy feeling that starts building in your body you start to walk further to the front, lightly pushing people out of the way.

And the moment you stand at the front of the crowd you inhale sharply.

Right in front of the gates of your village stands a barred tumbleweed wagon surrounded by soldiers guarding it.

A being with the image of a human throws himself around aggressively inside of the cart.

The being with a hair that has touched the sun is wearing only torn pants, it's hands are chained in front of it and it gives everyone the most gruesome expression you've ever seen.

There is a snarl coming from it as it shifts from side to side swiftly in the small wagon.

But that is not the reason why you can't take your eyes off of the being.

You saw them.

The moment it swirled around you saw those immense wings attached to it's body with the color of the brightest blood.

They have been tied horribly together behind it's back.

It may look like a human, but you can't really call it that... You've never seen a human like 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴.

Your mind refuses to work. You can't believe your eyes.

You don't even register that your father, the mayor is addressing the crowd, talking about the being inside of the wagon with excitement, obviously proud of his catch. You don't hear anything, not the people beside and behind you inhaling in shock or talking wildly.

All your senses are solely fixated at the... creature inside of the big prison wagon.

Suddenly it starts growling and throws it's body against the bars of the wagon with such force the cart starts shaking rapidly.

The crowd escalates, the screaming gets louder, some people start running away to the opposite direction, making a bigger gap between them and the creature in front of them.

You don't dare to move, your eyes get bigger the longer you regard the winged being inside of the wagon.

You still can't believe your eyes.

It is breathing heavily, still watching all of you with such hostility it makes the hair on your neck rise in fear.

Upon further inspection you can see that it's feets are also chained to the wagon.

There is no escape.

Suddenly it's golden orbs land on you.

And yet again, you stop breathing.

You should be frightened at the sight in front of you. The way it's bruised chest is heaving, the way it is looking at you, as if it'd charge at you with the intend to kill the moment it is free.

But the more your eyes wander on his body, the more you start feeling sorrow for the poor soul. The sight of it being injured all over it's body, the way how tightly it has been tied up and chained...

It looks so vulnerable, but yet still ready to fight for it's life despite the situation it is in.

You are about to take a step towards it when all of a sudden the cart starts moving. Soldiers are transporting the being to a place unknown to you.

You blink in surprise and immediately take a step back.

You were so blinded by the creature in the wagon that you didn't even realize that the mayor was finished with his speech. The crowd was silent now, watching the wagon leaving the scene. You do the same, still too taken aback by everything that had occurred just now.

You can't stop but see the world differently now. There were species like that being out there your whole life and you never knew. No one knew. Looking around the crowd you see astound and frightened expressions.

It is a shock for everyone. It is a shock to humankind.

One, that will lead to horrible actions of the humans which you are not aware of yet.

You are about to turn around and leave the place to continue your duties when suddenly the mayor calls out to you, making you flinch in surprise.

"(Y/N)!"

He flicks his finger, ordering you to his side. As always, you obey and walk to his side with quick steps.

Curtseying, you stand a few steps away from him, facing him.

"Y-yes, your honour?" , you stutter, voice out of breath.

You don't dare to adress him as 𝘧𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳. Whenever it slips your mouth unconsciously the outburst of your father is immense, a few times he even slapped you for it.

And you also don't dare to ask him about the being inside of the wagon, knowing that he wouldn't answer your questions anyways. Your father barely talks to you, only in times when he is obligated to do so, but never in front of a huge crowd.

Soldiers are standing beside of him, guarding him as always. He is currently talking to his consultant, his bearded face is showing indifference. You can't decipher what he is thinking.

Despite the fact that the world he lives in shows him a new species he has never encountered before, he radiates composure.

Finally, his head turns around and he faces you.

"Follow me." he instructs, inexpressive.

And immediately, the uneasiness from before captures your body at his words.

Why would your father want something from you right after seeing the world change before his eyes?

He knows your daily assignments. He knows that you do the most work in his mansion, that you are sometimes so busy, you have to stay up late at nights to finish your duties.

This is definitely a sign that something is not right. That something is about to change. And you don't know if it will be a bad or a good change. You hope for the latter.

But as always, you doubt that anything good will ever happen to you. It has always been this way and without a doubt, it will always stay this way.

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𝘋𝘳𝘪𝘱.

Your body has never been this tense before, you are absolutely certain.

𝘋𝘳𝘰𝘱.

Are you even breathing currently?

𝘋𝘳𝘪𝘱.

Are you even alive or has the winged being, which is currently chained to the wall ten meters away from you, taken your life already?

𝘋𝘳𝘰𝘱.

You squeeze your eyes shut.

You have to go through with this or the consequences will be enormous. Abruptly, the fear of the wrath of your father is stronger than the fear you are feeling right now and you are able to open your eyes again.

The 𝘣𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘵 like everyone else calls it, is looking you straight into the eyes. Despite the fact that it's face has so many new bruises now, it looks intimidating.

You guess that the soldiers who brought it here had a hard time chaining it up...

Blood is dropping down from it's nose to the wet floor of the basement you are currently standing in, the only sound in the whole room.

For a courthouse to have such a filthy basement...

And the fact that your new daily assignment is to 𝘬𝘦𝘦𝘱 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘵 𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘷𝘦 is a cruelty. It is the cruelest your father could've done to you, and he did.

Without blinking an eye.

Taking care of the unknown... Of a creature that has everyone in fear in the whole village...

You recall the moment the mayor had announced that you must tend to it's injuries since you have some experience in healing small wounds. You also have to bring it it's daily meals; a slice of bread and a small cup of water.

'"𝘏𝘦 𝘮𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘨𝘵𝘩." Has your father said.

Such savagery.

Moreover, this did not mean that you've been freed from your other duties, no. Just another task that you have to take care for. A dangerous task.

You feel sorry for the being, you certainly do. But that doesn't mean that your fear is gone completely. You've seen the hostility in it's eyes the moment your own landed on it. The way it had regarded you, bloodlust was radiating off of it. You don't know what it thinks, how it will react to your presence...

Hell, you don't even know what it is! It looks human, but then again it doesn't... No human you know has wings attached to their body!

It is a cruel assignment indeed.

Taking care of a otherworldly being.

But you must not lose more precious time. You can't afford to do so. So, forcing your eyes to land on it again you see it's still looking at you with intimidating eyes.

Swallowing hard you make the first step towards it.

Then another.

And another.

You continue slowly until you are a few feets away from it. And the moment you make your last step you hear a feral growl coming out of it and it's throwing itself on you.

Shrieking in panic, you quickly make a few steps back again, too frightened to stand near it.

Fortunately, the chains that are attached to the stone wall behind of it are rather short, so it can't really move more than a few inches towards you.

Your heart beats so fast you fear it might come out of your chest any second. You don't know how to approach it without getting in any kind of danger. Your gaze lands on it's face, you see it's watching you dangerously, the hostility in it's eyes never disappearing. Swallowing hard you think of a way to approach it, make it understand that you're not here to hurt it any further. But your mind doesn't seem to work, it's golden orbs are preventing you from coming up with anything.

So here you are, your eyes locked with the creature, both of you not moving an inch. By doing so, you dare to move your gaze over it's body. Over it's horribly injured body...

It has bad looking bruises all over it. But it doesn't seem like anything is broken. You wouldn't be able to treat a broken bone anyways, you are no physician.

And then, your eyes land on those mesmerizing wings.

Even though they are still tied up tightly behind it's back, they look marvelous. You wonder how they would look in all their glory...

Sighing you close your eyes shut and take a deep breath. You have to do this, there is no way around.

Opening your eyes again, you make the last few steps towards it and stand still. Not a meter is separating you from the winged being now.

Even though you knew it wasn't a wise decision, you did it anyways and are paying for it. Because this time you are close enough so the creature is swiftly grabbing your ankle, making you fall to the ground abruptly. You don't have the time to even think about the pain on your back, the winged being is suddenly above you. It locks you between it's strong arms, one on each side of your head.

You are laying on your back on the wet stony basement floor, your whole body is going rigid at the sight in front of you; teeths bared, the winged being is snarling into your face, it's rapid breathing is touching your face.

The fear you are currently experiencing is worse than the fear you have of your father, you realize. Because your body starts trembling miserably, your eyes getting more wet each passing second. You don't know what to do, you doubt you have any chance of fleeing. So you do the only thing that is left, 𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨.

You squeeze your eyes shut and do exactly that.

"P-please don't hurt me... ", it's barely above a whisper, your voice comes out weak.

The only thing that's giving you comfort right now is the fact that you don't see that feral face. It's just too close and your heart is already beating so fast with fear, you are most certain you'd lose consciousness if you had to look into that horrifying face any longer.

Suddenly there is the sound of clanking chains and the breath wafting on your face is gone.

You dare to open your eyes and the moment you see that you are free, you don't think twice.

Standing up as quickly as you can you run towards the wooden basement door. Opening it, you rush outside of the room as fast as your feets are able to.

You don't look back, not once.

You don't see the way the creature is watching you intensely until you are out of sight.

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How I would imagine Canon Hawks vs. Fanon Hawks would react if they saw Y/N being kidnapped late at night.

C.Hawks: *would jump into action no hesitation, bring the criminals in and hand them over to the police then check to see if Y/N is alright*

Vs.

F.Hawks: *would jump into action to save Y/N and would be more focused on Y/N that the criminals would get away, or he would heavily injure them to the point of hospitalization, and be overly protective towards Y/N even offering them to stay at his place or he stay at theirs*

Skip if you are not caught up on the manga. (Final vol.)

(You've been warned.)

I don't care what anyone says, Hawks still looks handsome in his early-thirties. He's been through living hell, almost died on multiple occasions, and suffers trauma and lifetime permanent scars. He lost his quirk and went through experiences that would have mentally broken anyone. He got his wish in the end, he can relax and enjoy his life.

Hawks is one of the strongest characters in the manga, and I don't mean physically. He most definitely went to therapy for all the trauma and possibly to help adjust to losing a whole sense (his quirk) and his wings. Rather than retire from hero work, he became president of the commission, to which he now helps lead the new generation of heroes and looks after the safety of Japan. He still cares about others, and rather than lose his shit over all the trauma he experienced, he lives happily. He sleeps well and clearly takes care of himself. He is most definitely on happy pills and possibly suffers from PTSD, but at the very least, he is alive, happy, and well. He kept moving forward and finally became the person he wanted to be.

AND TO ANYONE WHO SAYS "Oh, he's ugly or looks like his dad, or he's not my Hawks." Shut up and listen. You aren't going to stay handsome after surviving multiple near-death experiences that left multiple scars along with possibly destroyed nerves. Recovery, even with how advanced the medicine is in their world, isn't going to restore you to your youthful self. If you've ever met someone who had battle scars or suffered heavy trauma, they aren't going to look how they used to. Plus, genetics? Of course, at some point, he'd look like his mother and/or father. Whatever the case, Hawks is still the same character I love and adore. I will continue to adore and love him for who he is.

I don't care what anyone says, I will fucking die on this hill.

Going to punch tumblr in the face~

As he should

Amen

#Jawks

Okay I'm not a shipper. I don't typically like ships in general alright okay but hear me out. Enji? Ick. Dabi? Dabi who??? Mirko??? No!!!! Nagant?? Idk maybe but LISTEN

If Hawks should get shipped with anyone it's Jeanist. Who took care of Hawks after the war? Who did Jeanist trust with his life during the spy mission? Who did Hawks bring with him to his mother's and confide his painful history to? Imagine it.

Jawks.

Went out to eat, and saw a guy making balloon animals and characters. My inner child came out and I now own a Squidward hat. Best $12 I've spent this week.