#sorawks

[alkhale]

THE LIL HAKWS/SORA MOMENT IN CHAPTER 26 I’M LOVING THIS

did I mention they’ll probably get their own background chapter?

They’ll probably get their own background chapter

[alkhale]

Hawks and Fuyu

since this was asked in several messages and comments, I’ll just share ‘em with y’all while i’m working on the new chapter rn

- They fight. A lot. It ranges from being over Sora to some stupid thing they disagree on. It’s usually verbal spats back and forth or taunts, but sometimes they get a little handsy (Fuyu chucking globs of blood at him and Hawks using his feathers on her)

- Fuyu’s less bothered by the age gap and more bothered by the interactions in general, Sora’s happiness is the only thing keeping her from trying to throttle the pro hero

- Sora keeps his mouth shut about it but they’re actually a lot more alike then they realize

- Fuyu has a grudging respect for Hawks (he’s a pro for a reason) and she’s always going to side with him against others because he’s someone who’s become important unwillingly

- She doesn’t learn about his past until much later on and after she does, there’s a bit of a softer way she messes with him, Hawks teases that she’s finally warmed up to him but she just denies it

- He makes Sora happy in a way she know she could never fill, so she loves him for it, even if she doesn’t say or show it

- Hawks doesn’t say it but he feels the same

- He’s actually a bit jealous of Fuyu at times but he can’t help but be grudgingly fond of her, they’re only so far apart in age but he wants to be someone she can look to, just like Sora

- Sora’s the most important person to him and he cares about Fuyu, so Hawks naturally has Fuyu claimed as one of his own

- He thinks she’s easy to tease and he’s always been good at dealing with hotheads and grumps, so he’s at ease with her

- Hawks would use every last feather if it meant keeping her safe, because even though he feigns that he only cares by extension of Sora, there’s parts of Fuyu he’s seen and he’s reminded of and he’ll do whatever he can to keep her safe

- they’re unofficially her dads, Aizawa is the extended uncle

- They both grew up poor and don’t realize it, but their tendencies and habits bleed out sometimes

- They’ll be out shopping and looking for something to eat and Sora will suggest a place and Fuyu and Hawks will both make faces like “We can afford that???” And Sora (who’s always been comfortably middle class) will be like “yes, we can?” 

- Or Fuyu will walk in and find him stitching up a shirt just because and even though he can buy a hundred more it’s just a hard habit to break, they’ll stare at each other and Fuyu will wordlessly tug on her patched up sweater and they say nothing

- Sora thinks it’s precious but he doesn’t say a thing because they both get testy

- Hawks makes good money and he’s not an idiot, but when he indulges he indulges, Fuyu and Sora are often recipients of this

- They laugh at a lot of the same things and can be half-truth giving, taunting, hard to wrap around idiots

- She’s walked in on them wrapped up in each other or cuddling a lot and usually Sora disengages, Hawks is all about affection within the confines of their own home, Fuyu usually just leaves but somedays she doesn’t really care and just weasels in-between them and they fall asleep like that (Sora found them asleep on the couch together once and took a picture and never said a word, waiting for the right time to show them one day)

- She has some Hawks merchandise but never wears it around him (she’ll be out and Deku will recognize it instantly or Tokoyami will raise a brow and Fuyu says it was free so why not)

- He spoils her a lot, but he denies it all with catty smiles and ripped up receipts

- They’ve grown really fond of each other but neither of them will ever say it out loud until some time comes to pass, but some things just don’t need to be said

[alkhale]

“Oh, I remember this.”

Sora stopped sorting through the groceries, glancing over his shoulder. Hawks was half sprawled over the couch, hanging over the edge of it so his stomach was to the back and his wings could hang freely behind him while he sat cross-legged. Sora put away the fruits he’d bought because “No, we can’t keep eating out, no matter how much money you’re making.”

Hawks flipped a page. The thick, glossy magazine was for what looked to be some high end fashion brand. Sora squinted at the cover, Best Jeanist with his signature look as the opening page but the one Hawks had it opened to was one of his own shoots.

Crimson red ink bled into the pages as Hawks stared intently into the camera lens. Half his lips were curved upwards into a slow smirk and the picture beside it showed his eyes casted upwards and his fingers splayed over his mouth, chiseled features and showcased jewelry adorning his hand.

Hawks hummed, eyeing the photo as his wings stretched out lazily behind him. Sora tugged at the shirt that wasn’t his own and just a little too big on his frame and resumed putting the stuff away. There. He has food now. I should head back to the shrine tonight and stay there for awhile--

“I was thinking about you when I made this face,” Hawks flapped the magazine uselessly toward Sora.

The milk carton in his hand had almost slipped, but he quickly cradled it to his chest, shooting Hawks a narrowed glare over his shoulder. “Right.”

“It’s true,” Hawks continued, an easy grin on his lips. “They told me to think about something I wanted.”

Sora snorted, putting the milk safely away. Hawks pouted behind him, flipping with a sigh through the pages. “What an uncute reaction...”

“I’m not cute,” Sora said flatly.

Hawks pursed his lips. “You were in bed.”

Sora snatched the orange at his side and chucked it back at Hawks. He easily plucked a feather off and watched it coast in the air to cradle the fruit before bringing it to his hand.

“Besides,” Sora said roughly. Hawks turned over in interest and paused, watching with sharpened eyes as a bit of pink peeked at Sora’s ears and he awkwardly rubbed the back of his neck. “The one with you on the ledge with the jacket... that one’s the least shitty.”

Hawks quickly racked his brain for any memory of such a shoot. He flipped with rapid speed through the magazine in his hands, frowning when such an image failed to come up and--

Oh.

Hawks fought the shit-eating grin tugging at his lips. “They didn’t use that one in here.”

Sora rolled his eyes, “How am I supposed to remember which one?”

“That’s the extra print I gave you.”

The jar of miso tumbled into the fridge. Hawks let the shit-eating grin morph into a wide, curling smirk as he drummed his fingers lazily along the side of his face, watching Sora’s back with all the time in the world. A low, easy hum escaped his lips and he watched red color up the back of Sora’s neck, turning a fading bite mark at the base a little darker.

Sora shut the fridge, “I don’t know what you’re talking about--hey!”

A feather had hooked itself into the back of his shirt, tugging him off balance and pulling him backwards along the floor. “What the hell--no! I said I had shit to do damn it!”

Hawks tossed the magazine in his hand carelessly behind him, whistling as he leapt off the couch and slipped his hands into his pockets. “You started it.”

The feather tugged Sora happily down the hall of the apartment. “How?!”

Hawks followed behind a flailing, protesting Sora being dragged back into their bedroom and grinned wolfishly as he used one wing to nudge the door shut.

- this message made me think about this so thanks

[alkhale]

Thank you for existing you amazing angel sent from the heaven above , anyway hawk and sofa totally fucked but what do you as our beautiful writer imagined happened after he snapped in the last chapter

I can’t spoil what happened after cause it’ll be covered in their background chapter but I can sure as hell tease you with what went down

“I’ve imagined you like this before. A lot.”

“I’ve waited so long to do this.”

“I just want you.”

“It’s just you and me and no one else.”

“I don’t want to do this anymore, I don’t want... I can’t lose anymore-”

“You’re not going to lose me because I never once planned on letting you go.” Now that I have you.

Warmth, fire, the ground sliding out beneath his feet and the sensations flooding his entire being and then in his sky he saw stars.

;)