My Prey - Hawks x OC

Ruffled Feathers [7]

The second day of my days off rolled around, and I was throwing on a couple of clothes, preparing for my outing. I wore a white skirt and a vivid green button T-shirt that was tucked in. I hoisted a backpack over my shoulder before I left the room, making a beeline for the door. Hawks rolled his head back on the couch, his eyes locking on to my retreating frame.

"Yo," he called out. I felt a sharp shiver of shock run down my back. "Where ya goin'? He asked playfully, getting up and sauntering over towards me.

I robotically turned towards him, breaking out in a cold sweat. "I'm going to get my things from my parent's house," I stammered, and he hummed curiously, leaning forward.

"Well then! Let's make a trip out of this," he exclaimed, throwing on his own shoes. I paled.

"There's no need to do that! I don't want to burden you," I tried to reason but he served me with that knowing grin. He wordlessly - although not without a winning grin plastered to his face - whisked me into his arms bridal style, ruffling his feathers. "Oh no, Hawks, you know I'm afraid of heights," I begged, already shaking in terror.

He pinched my cheek, twisting my face to look up at him. He smiled softly, flicking my nose. "Just watch me, and not the ground then," he suggested. I nodded timidly, and before I knew it we were soaring in the air. I gasped and clung on to him, eyes wide. Like he bade me, I kept my stare fixated on him, on his elegant wings that glided across the wind current as though he were skating on ice. I reached out and gently grazed my hand along his feathers, and he shuddered, letting out a hot gust of air. I glanced up at him, only to notice his cheeks rosy.

"Hawks, are you... blushing?"

"No, that's the wind," he denied, keeping his eyes on the destination ahead of him. I smirked, keeping my eyes on him as I once again dragged my hand on his wing. He turned beet red at that, a slight frown struggling to remain on his lips.

I giggled. "I think you're lying to me."

"And I think you're nasty," he snapped, his molten-gold eyes shimmering with some sort of desperate plea.

"Aw, but you know, I think you like it," I teased, and his eyes hardened.

"You're definitely going to pay for this," he promised, "but for right now, we're here." I turned to face the shop as his feet touched the ground. A couple of people whispered in shock, staring at the two of us. I nodded to him, but before I turned around he grabbed my arm and leaned next to my ear. "If they try to convince you that you're wrong and that you should stay, I'm right there with you," he breathed, and I smiled gratefully. He let go of my arm and I stepped through the door, the ringing bell triggering a wave of nostalgia. My mother glanced upwards and her hand flew to her mouth.

That pink hair.

Those saddened golden eyes.

I took a step towards her, reaching my hand in my pocket. Then stepped through the floor, wood splintering as I cried. My right foot was lodged inside the broken flooring. "DAMN IT!" I spat, "I'm not even with you for five minutes, and already my life is hell." I pulled myself out of the whole, brushing off the dust. I took the keys from my pocket and slammed them on the counter. Her eyes widened in shock, desperation surging forth in a cruel wave. "I'm not staying, just grabbing my stuff." I swerved around the counter and strode up the stairs. Hawks trailed behind me, waving a friendly hand to my mom.

"I don't have many possessions," I explained. "Maybe a couple of stuffies, my guitar, and two books I've read over and over," I explained. I found a conveniently empty box, and picked it up. "We can put the stuffies and books in this box, but I'm not sure what to do about my guitar," I admitted a little sheepishly, and he grinned, ruffling my hair.

"Don't worry about a thing, sweet cheeks. Hawks is here to save the day, aren't I so amazing," he crooned, complimenting himself before looking around. He had to tuck in his wings to avoid smacking them into all of the furniture. His brow furrowed. "Where's your room?" I pointed to the out of the way closet looking door and nodded my head towards it. He opened it and his eyes widened in shock. "You're joking," he scoffed, and I shrugged.

I waved my hand in it's direction, nodding once again. "Please, wander through my childhood bedroom," I offered as I slipped in with the box and began to pile the stuffies in there. I grabbed two books and took a picture of me and my sister. I huffed quietly, tracing her face before stuffing it in the box.

While I did so, Hawks' sharp eyes snagged on a photo album of me as a kid. His eyes slid to my frame, before tucking it in his coat unnoticed. He figured it would be nice to peruse photos of me as a kid. I turned around and he straightened, and I raised an eyebrow. "Do you mind packing up my guitar? The case is right there," I nudged it with my foot. He smiled and hummed, packing away the instrument.

I went back down the stairs, and just as I was about to make my escape, my mother calls out to me, freezing me in place.

"Are you really leaving me...?" Her voice broke. It was so convincing, so genuine. It hurt.

"Yes, she is," Hawks replied for me, his tenor voice loud and clear. "She's got a good place to stay, a decent job with kind coworkers, and the number three hero watching out for her. You couldn't ask for anything more, right?" He asked lowly, and she stepped away with a hand over her chest. I don't know what kind of glare he gave her, but it was enough to leave her shaking. "C'mon Bubblegum, it's about damn time I get that payback we discussed," he smirked playfully, and I glared at him, rolling my eyes so hard it hurt. The moment we breached the outside world, Hawks had wrapped me up in his arms, his wings beating as we ascended into the sky.

"You've got cute stuffies," he commented, looking in the box. I grew flustered, but if I tried to move the box it would just fall and decend, forever losing my precious memories due to a stupid mistake. "Are you going to throw them all over the bed?" He asked curiously, and I snorted. He leaned back slightly.

Well, that was fucking adorable.

"That was the plan, don't get jealous of a couple of inanimate objects now," I warned, and he rolled his eyes.

"I'll only get jealous if you pay more attention to them than me," he explained. We landed on the balcony and wandered inside, and I threw the box on the ground and stretched my arms.

"Finally, home sweet home!" I said without really thinking, sighing in exquisite relief. His eyes widened, his heart legitimately stopping in place.

He was silent for a moment, before whispering softly, "You called this place your home..."

"Hah? What was that?" I asked, turning around.

"Hmm? Oh nothing," he trailed off, before snapping his fingers. "Oh right! It's payback time," he reminded joyfully, and my stomach dropped as he neared, his fingers curling into claws as a devious shadow passed over his face. His shoulders heaved as he chuckled, instilling dread.

"Oh no," I barely whispered.

Bubbles crosses her arms, her face twisting in annoyance. "I still remember what happened, and I haven't forgiven you for that."

Hawks chuckles as he wraps an arm languidly around her small frame, bringing his lips close to her ear. "Aw, but shouldn't we let the readers know? I'm sure they're dying of curiousity," he says that last part to the camera, winking conspiratorially. She gives him an exasperated look, shaking her head.

"Umm, how about no? We promised that neither of us would ever speak of it again," she states sternly, and he rolls his eyes as he twists around behind her back, draping both arms over her shoulders lazily.

"Fine fine," he assured, making sure to give her a quick peck on the forehead before deftly covering her mouth. Her eyes widen in shock and she begins to struggle desperately, causing Hawks to smile gleefully. "Basically I had her pinned to the floor and I pressed my mouth to her stomach, giving her raspberries until she laughed herself blue and fainted with tears streaming her pretty little cheeks. Me obviously being me, took the opportunity to sketch a little mustache on to her lovely face," he grins, releasing her.

She whirls around on him, leg raised and poised for harm. "HAWKS!" She cries as she nails him directly in the crotch. His eyes crinkle in pain and he clutches the hurt bits, falling to his knees. He presses his head to the floor, still twitching.

"W-Worth it..."