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Title: Just a Flu
Summary: Hawks sat up. Someone was in his apartment. Cooking. And, Hawks really doubted that it was Endeavor.
Prompt: Recovery.
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"You're sick?"
Endeavor didn't sound happy on the phone.
And, he probably wasn't happy when Hawks sneezed again and began to cough.
His nose was completely stuffed, and there was a ringing in his ears. He already knew that he was hot to the touch. Hawks was sick and he didn't know with what. But, he did know that he was definitely contagious.
"Yeah, I think that I can't work. I'm dizzy."
"Then, you're a hindrance," Endeavor growled. "Get some rest then."
And, then he just hung up. So, not a very concerned superior at all. Not emotionally so anyway
Hawks slunk down on the sofa and groaned. He hated being sick and he knew that this would at least rob a week from him. He couldn't even work.
He then laid his cheek down on the cushion and closed his eyes. Hawks had no idea when he had fallen asleep. All that he knew was that he wasn't alone.
Hawks sat up. Someone was in his apartment. Cooking. And, Hawks really doubted that it was Endeavor.
Literally heartbroken that I didn't finish my Hawks one-shot in time for Hurthawksweek2022. Ashamed of myself.
Prompt: Do Your Worst
Summary: Then, Dabi felt an arm lock around his throat.
Behind him. Hawks was behind him.
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It was the night before Halloween and there jack o'lanterns and glowing skeletons everywhere.
Currently, Hawks was glaring at him from his prone position while making muffled growling sounds in his throat. In a sense, he was a bit like a dog rather than his namesake bird.
"Do your worst," Hawks growled.
Dabi laughed. Oh, he would.
Hawks was fast, but tonight Dabi was simply faster. Which was the concise story of how he had chained the winged pro hero to the bed.
"I will," Dabi promised.
"What are you going to do, Dabi? Get kinky?"
Dabi smirked. Well, that was an idea. But, he had already decided not to play tonight. He was all about business.
"Actually, I think that I'm going to take a walk. Maybe clear my head. Don't go anywhere," he teased.
He could just imagine how the hero felt right now.
Dabi already knew that Hawks wouldn't beg. Hawks wouldn't and couldn't humiliate himself. Hero training ran deep. As deep as his father's prejudices.
So, Dabi was going to leave Hawks and for how long he didn't know. He already knew that he was going to come back. However, what was he going to do with a properly pissed off pro hero?
Oh, yes it would be a rotten Halloween for Hawks. But, at least had gotten into the role of antagonist, and Hawks was the bound victim. It was a bit like a Halloween movie.
Prompt: Hallucinations/Caged
Summary: Drugs could do anything, especially giving a moment of pure happiness. Hawks wanted it back.
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Hawks had been overpowered, and now he was paying the consequences.
"These wings will be a problem," asshole number one commented.
The guy actually grabbed one, and it hurt.
Hawks hissed.
"Watch it, asshole!"
Then the other asshole rolled up his sleeve and then stabbed him with something. A needle. Great, now his arm hurt now.
Hawks didn't know what the hell kind of injection he had just been given, but the injection had hurt like hell going in, and soon he was feeling kind of woozy. He knew that he was going to pass out. Maybe not right now, but definitely later. Just as the others had intended. It was only a matter of time.
Where the fuck was his partner? Where was Dabi?
Unfortunately, Hawks couldn't see much right now as it grew pitch black.
Out of necessity, Hawks moved forward into darkness and gradually lights began to appear. That was a...little bit better. Except he didn't know where he was...
Eventually, he could see that the lights were candles. A church. He was actually standing in a church. Which was a bit strange. The only thing stranger was Dabi at the altar dressed all in white.
Hawks goggled.
"What, man? Are you getting married or something?"
"Yes," Dabi replied curtly.
"To who?" Hawks snorted.
Dabi raised an eyebrow. "Guess?"
The older man continued to stare at him.
Hawks pointed to himself. "Me?"
Dabi nodded with a smirk.
Prompt: Breaking point/Hidden injury
Summary: Hawks is injured, and in a way, he suspects that his companion is too.
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Hawks grunted as another ripple of pain seized his wings.
He wasn't in the mood for this anymore. He just wanted to drink an iced coffee and rest...
"Cool wings! You're Hawks, aren't you?" A very interested civilian was standing a little too close to him.
Oh, great. Spotted by another fan.
"I'm in a hurry," Hawks said.
"Oh...sorry. Keep the streets safe, please!"
Hawks waved the guy off and continued on his way.
His wings really hurt. Hawks even wondered if he had fractured one.
But, he couldn't cajole himself at the moment. Endeavor was a demanding man and didn't like to be kept waiting.
He sighed. Why was this week so busy?
As soon as Hawks could, he visited a doctor.
Luckily, the wing wasn't broken but it was sprained. She told him to take a rest. Something at times wasn't possible in his line of work.
Later, Hawks confessed it all to Dabi on a desolate rooftop.
Hawks wanted to complain, but he knew that no self-respecting hero would want to hear him.
"So, I had to fly out anyway. My wings are my Quirk after all."
Dabi shook his head. "Endeavor's an asshole."
"You think all heroes are assholes," Hawks laughed.
Dabi's gaze darkened. "Endeavor, in particular."
Hawks watched the scarred villain swallow a visible lump in his throat.
"What if I told you that Endeavor was my father?" Dabi asked.
Prompt: Trauma/War Prize
Summary: At times, Hawks wished that he would talk to him. But, no, he had to get used to the silence.
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It was part of the job to not get captured, but Hawks couldn't help it. These particular villains were too clever and too fast. They were quite adept strategizes. Especially the scarred one.
At least Hawks had time to relax now...in his cell.
It was quiet in the cell, and Hawks had been there for days. There was no clock and no windows. No way to chronicle the passing of time.
A masked man brought a tray of food, and he seemed to have a habit of talking to himself. Hawks could deal with that as long as he minded his boundaries and didn't try to mess with him.
At times, Hawks wished that he would talk to him. But, no, he had to get used to the silence.
For another day or night, the quiet hissed around him.
It was...unbearable.
"Anyone out there?" his voice trembled when he spoke.
Hawks hadn't said a word for over a week, and his voice was a little weak.
Still, someone would appear he was sure.
Hawks was sure that someone was waiting for him to react. A bit of entertainment for them perhaps.
"I just wanted you to ask where the fuck is everyone? I've ben waiting for so damned long."
Had he been forgotten?
The cavernous rooms around him continued their hiss of silence.
"I just want to talk," sputtered Hawks
He was drawing ever closer to begging. And, they probably knew it.
Hawks could hear footsteps now.
Was he finally heard? Maybe a taste of mercy was coming.