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A/N: Inspired by a concept submitted to @yandere-love-love-love about how Hawks would react to a reader with dove wings.
“What kind of bird wings do you have?” You’re not really expecting a response, just thinking out loud as you stroke his feathers. Hawks shivers when your fingers comb through a soft patch near his back.
“I don’t know. Hawk wings?” You giggle, fingers pausing as you raise a hand to try and stifle it.
“You don’t know? Did you pick the name Hawks because you thought they looked like hawk wings?” He shrugs, a few stray feathers tickling your face as his wings rise. There’s a silence as you focus on trying not to sneeze.
“Did you know that red-tailed hawks mate for life?” The question comes out of nowhere, and your break in concentration causes you sneeze as you turn to face him.
“Sorry, that was really gross. What did you say?”
“Did you know red-tailed hawks mate for life?” There’s an odd intensity in his voice, and you’re almost afraid to break eye-contact.
“Uh, no? Should I?” The silence stretches a second too long before Hawks smiles and rolls off your lap. The tension in the air is gone as he stretches, feathers on proud display.
“Nah, I just think it’s a cool fact. I picked the name Hawks because they’re good at hunting prey, and I want to hunt every criminal down so that the heroes can finally have a day off! Hey, what do you want for dinner? I can order out if you don’t feel like cooking.” You smile as he continues to talk, getting up to follow him to the kitchen.
For a second, you felt as if you were looking at a completely different person as you held him in your lap but this; this is the Hawks you know. This is the Hawks you love.
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