hi hi!! jfc sword of damocles was like the manna from the heavens i didn't even know i needed—literally the best fic i've read in the last year. god bless. if you're still taking hawks prompts, i've been thinking about how if fierce wings is sensitive enough to basically be another sensory organ...1) what's it feel like to get all those feathers incinerated, and 2) what's it feel like during the recovery period? i'd be pretty wigged out if i lost my hearing for a few months...
1) Thank you so much, oh my god, that’s like mid-key overwhelming to hear but in a really wonderful way, I really freaking love that my story had such an impression on you. How did this happen. (ಥ﹏ಥ)
2) I know this prompt was probably inspired by the current ongoings of the manga, but I wrote something for that already, and my brain kinda took the idea and ran with it a little further than strictly intended, so please have an excerpt from the baby/teen/adult!Hawks drabble I’m writing for it! Please let me know if you have an AO3 username you’re comfortable sharing so I can put it in the ‘for’ field when I post! <3
“Okay,” his handler says eventually, seemingly satisfied, and glances up at the new man. “This good?”
The man shrugs, propping up an elbow on a folded arm and fiddling with an earring. Hawks really likes his earrings - they’re very shiny. Maybe Pro Hero Hawks can be the kind of person who wears earrings.
“I dunno,” the man says, “I’ve never done anything like this. It should be the same as hair, shouldn’t it?”
“Mm,” his handler agrees, “Hawks, honey, please hold your wings steady now.”
