Just thinking about how fucking funny it would be for OG design Hawks to get a glow up to current design Hawks.
Like, you've known Hawks for years. He's been your best friend through hell and back, and you've helped him preen more times than you can count, his feathers always getting ruffled by the wind. He has a beak and talons and brown feathers all over his body; a bird by all means.
Then one spring during his breeding season he locks himself up in his room, only to get a call from him days later, asking you to come over. Fine, whatever, you've known him for so long already, nothing scares you anymore.
Or so you thought.
The moment you step into his apartment, crimson feathers float in front of your face, circling you, before they literally lift you up and carry you to Hawks' bedroom. You're trashing and calling out for help from Hawks himself, only he doesn't respond.
Where the fuck is that fucker when you need him most??
Once in the bedroom you see a guy. A very human guy with crimson wings--the same crimson feathers that are attached to your clothes right now. He has blonde curls and bushy brows and the most beautiful golden eyes with some sort of... what is that, eyeliner? around them.
The guy is also very much naked. A sheen of sweat coats his skin as he's literally fisting his dick, groaning out when he sees you, more pre dribbling out of his slit as he keeps his movements up.
You scream, he groans, it's a mess. Still, no reply from Hawks. Seriously, where is he?!
It's only then that the guy in bed addresses you with 'dovey', the same way Hawks does. Hell, his voice sounds nearly the same. But that can't be... right?
But sure enough, he calls out your name in that same way Hawks does, only more whiney this time. It's then that you take in the scene in front of you: brown feathers span the entire ground, almost like they fell out. Pillows strewn everywhere. And this... stranger in Hawks' bed.
That same stranger who calls out your name once more, almost pleading. He blabs about explaining everything later, but for now he could really use your help. And well, who are you to deny this handsome stranger that swears he's Hawks?
All of those question leave your mind the second he's pounding into your poor soppy cunt.
Hawks who?
