I..is he really the up and coming hero prodigy..?
I sat in the silent living area. I'd been awake since the sun peaked over the horizon; painting the sky with a stunning, almost bloody, crimson hue. Now, everything was a stark blue, and the clock read 11:27am.
Hawks was still asleep.
I'd already had a shower, gotten dressed and paced the house a million times over, and still, the hero was dead to the world.
Maybe...I could just write him a note and slip away unnoticed?
No, I knew I couldn't do such a thing after what he had done for me. As counterproductive as he may be, he was a kind man. Stupid and annoying, but kind. I had to keep my side of the deal. As my (E/C) eyes did their umpteenth sweep of the room, they settled upon something sneaking silently across the floor. Something bright and matching the colour of the rising sun.
"I can see you, Hawks..." I deadpanned; watching the feather twitch before it retreated back to its owner.
Sly bastard...
With a roll of my eyes, I stood up and followed it to the closed door of his room; hesitant to knock. From there, I could hear the dull droning of the shower in his ensuite bathroom; telling me he was finally awake.
Maybe I should try to be nice to him? I was kind of a bitch last night...
"Oi." I nudged the stray feather with my foot, as it hadn't slipped under the door yet. It stood to attention and I kind of smiled at it. "I'll make breakfast. Could you please show me where the food is?" Excitedly, it swooped up behind my back and began pushing me towards the kitchen with haste; vibrating against my skin. Once it had forced me to the fridge, it began slamming itself into the ivory doors urgently.
He must be hungry, then...
I wasn't exactly sure what I had expected when I opened the refrigerator, but it certainly wasn't just chicken and eggs. Just chicken and eggs. This really made my idea difficult to carry out.
"How are you alive..?" I asked in disbelief; shaking my head as I grabbed out a bag of raw chicken and a carton of free-range eggs. "Well, I guess I could make omelettes...I'm not too familiar with cooking...but it's something...Could you find me some salt, pepper and whatever else you have that could go in it?" My little vermilion helper zoomed off as I searched for a bowl, spoon, spatula and a frying pan, which were pretty easy to locate. By the time I'd gathered my equipment, Feather had retrieved some cheese, along with the seasonings I'd requested.
Chicken and cheese omelettes don't sound half bad.
"Thank you." I said with a smile in my voice, and began to put everything together. The feather just sat still on the bench; rotating whenever I moved around. It finally came back to life as I began to cook; coming to land on my shoulder when I poured the mixture into the pan. "You know what would be pretty fucking great with breakfast?" I asked, and my little friend immediately zoomed over to the coffee maker; beginning to do exactly what I had planned on requesting.
His quirk really is cool...This is actually...fun...
By the time Feather and I had finished breakfast and made coffee, a lethargic step and drag began to sound from the hallway. Hawks entered; hair dripping onto the towel around his neck and wings curled into his back. He looked absolutely wrecked.
"Did you sneak out to a party last night or what? You look like a barfed up dogs dinner..." I chuckled; sitting down across from him. He just grunted in response, and I smirked; realising that he was likely putting all the energy he had into keeping my little feather friend moving about. "Well, thanks for helping me." I said a little louder; giving it a little tickle.
"Ah! Qu..quit it!" He giggled boyishly; squirming with his forehead still planted beside his plate. "F..foul play!"
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ICARUS - Hawks x Reader
Fanfiction"Icarus flew too close to the sun, but at least he flew." -Jeremy Robert Johnson He was your Icarus, and you were his sun. That's how you saw it, anyway. Together, you formed the wings that would carry you to the top of the world...and then you'd b...
