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Assistant: Title: Molten Lava
        Author: justhavesex justhavesex 
        Chapter: 2/8 
        Summary: He thinks of it as poetic justice, that it is only right he be a bird in a cage, he's never been free for a single moment in his life.In which Hawks leaves a life of slavery to become a glorified carrier pigeon, falls in love with the king, is tamed by his unquenchable love for shiny expensive objects, and accidentally sets fire to someone's hair. Not in that order.
        Contents: Chapter 2: (2)
    

    

        
          
          
            enji is an @ssh@l@ lmao
          
        

      
        
          
          (See the end of the chapter for  notes.)
          
      
  

  
  
    
     For a bird he really hates waking up early.He rises as the others do, sleepily rubbing at his eyes and accidentally smacking Mina and Tsuyu to the side with his wings, his back muscles ache from overuse and his legs feel like sore jelly. His body screaming at him desperately to just drag himself back to bed and rest for a couple more hours, just until the pain fades into a dull ache rather than a sharp one.He treks after Aizawa with his arms behind his neck, Aizawa who looks just as sleepy and unwilling to be awake at this time. They're mostly going through the castle building as Aizawa points out places he should be going on a regular basis versus places he should not be going on a regular basis.The should list is a lot shorter than the avoid list, but he can work with that.Eventually he's shooed away for a two hour break while Aizawa naps, apparently he doesn't really need much training, just that he needs to get better at flying longer distances and once he's capable of that they'll start sending him to send letters on the king's behalf. For the moment, until he manages to work up that strength, he's asked to just snoop around like he had been doing yesterday.He hates using his wings when his back is so sore, but he ends up going to the same spot he had been yesterday, collapsing down onto the balcony with a relieved umph, settling on the ground and lazily listening in to the conversations of the guards as he had been yesterday. Most of them, sadly, are just gossiping about the poisoning attempt yesterday, and aside from a few clipped conversations about their days, its nothing interesting.He can feel the vibrations against the ground before he actually see's the man, but Hawks rolls onto his back with his wings spread beneath him as he grins up at the knight he had seen yesterday.He grunts when he see's Hawks, a small guttural thing that practically screams 'you again' and not in the fun happy way. "I got the people trynna poison the king, I wasn't given any shiny coins for my valiant first day effort, though." He says it in jest, but he had actually wanted something shiny, bird instincts, probably."You should simply be honoured you served your king well," is the gruff reply he's given.Hawks lets out a keen whine at that, frowning at the thought that him doing a human king well is a good enough of a reward. Do humans think that's enough? Seems pretty shady to him. "Gross, I want shiny things, why would I care about serving a human king well?"The man peers down at Hawks at that, he's expecting angry or annoyance or something similar to yesterday, but instead the man just looks vaguely amused. "Yes, I guess it would make sense that a hybrid wouldn't be interested in fidelity to the crown."Hawks doesn't bother to give that a response, deciding to helpfully employ the advice Tokoyami had given him 'don't speak ill of the king' turning his ear into the ground as he tries to listen for something to stave off the boredom. He's about to start obnoxiously humming when a heavy metal object hits his cheek, Hawks' hand immediately slapping up and going 'hey!' before he brings the thing to his eye level. It isn't money or coins, but a sliver piece with sparkling rubies in it, and the bird side of his brain croons happily at the object. Its a pretty thing and his talons grasp around it protectively."There, is that what you wanted?" Hawks ends up scattering upwards onto his b@tt, legs crossed as he opens up his palm to regard the object again. Its fancy, nice, probably worth a years worth of a knight's salary, and he feels kind of bad."You don't need to go broke to give me this," Hawks tries to reason out loud, but he still has a firm grasp on the penchant, unwilling to let it go. "But god, yes, where did you get this? Did you steal it? I promise not to tell anyone, it'll be a little secret between you and me if you did.""Do I seem that poor to you?" The man seems to ask, seemingly intrigued by the prospect that someone could consider him poor."I don't know, do knights make a lot of money?" Hawks shoots back, his gaze is transfixed on the object and he's sure he's letting out small pleased chirps at it like its his own child and he feels like he should be embarrassed for doing this in front of a pretty much stranger, but he's already busy thinking about where he should place it on his bed to properly appreciate it fully."What makes you think I am a knight?""Scar, big frame, look like you could beat someone up in a fight." Honestly his first guess would be bandit or one of those gang leaders that he had saw before he was put into a cage. Someone big and in charge, commanding a small army to serve their interest. Hawks manages to tear his gaze away from the object, peering up with wide eyes in sudden rapt fascination, "how did you get that nasty scar? I mean it does make you look kinda dangerously hot, but I imagine you were a good looking guy without that on you.""You are a very crude person," the guy seems exasperated, unsure how to handle someone as bluntly honest as Hawks is."Awww, come on buddy, whats there to hide between two working members of the crown?""Crude and stupid," the knight grunts out, Hawks snorts to that, amused at being so openly insulted before standing up, the movement causing his collar to jangle as he stretches out his sore wings, groaning. "What is that?""Hm?" He smooths down a couple of feathers that got turned up while he was rolling around on the ground, glancing up long enough to realize the guy is pointing at his collar, expression pinched. Oh, he hadn't even realized he hadn't taken it off last night, he was wondering why his neck felt so sore this morning, it always does when he wears the collar through the night. He brings up a forefinger and thumb to clasp the small bell at the front of it. "My collar."He probably doesn't actually need to wear it anymore, maybe, he's not sure how the laws determine ownership for working hybrids, but it has been apart of his normal attire ever since he was a small child, it feels weird to think of himself as removing it.A brief gust of wind hits his back then, causing a full-bodied shiver before he brings his wings back into his side to shield him futilely from the cold. "Ugh, so cold, do you know who I'd ask for clothes?""No.""Well, whatever," Hawks grunts, spreading his wings out while tucking the object he received into his hand tightly, held against his chest, before waving goodbye to the guy, "Imma bounce, too cold up here, thanks for the gift big guy!""Not a gift, payment." The knight replies bluntly, arms crossed in the same manor that he had done yesterday that causes his chest to pop out more into accentuation. "Have Aizawa teach you manners."Hawks lets out a shrill laugh at that before falling backwards off of the balcony and swooping away. He can't imagine tired mostly half-dead Aizawa sitting him down and standing in front of him telling him 'you will say this in this situation' seems like a waste of everybody's time if you ask him, his previous owners had tried to beat manners into him from the very beginning and they never managed to get a lick of it to stay with him.  * * * He's whistling an off-beat tune to himself as he strolls through the halls (Aizawa had told him to go indoors and scout for any naughty things he can hear). After he had saw scar face mcgee Aizawa had tracked him down with a pained groan saying 'I was told to get you warmer clothes' which resulted in Hawks being given a fur lined coat that he could cut the back for, and a pair of warm pants. The greatest thing, though, was that he was given was a little belt with little pouches hanging off of it, so he's able to carry about his little gem at all times safely."Oh Hawks!" He's on the fifth floor which is mostly the servant quarters, it had taken him a whole two hours before he had learnt the name of every servant on this floor and gotten them warm up to him."Emi, my girl," Hawks chirps back, finger-gunning her which earns him a small snort. They aren't aware that he can pretty much hear everything they're saying when he's on this floor, but he'd rather keep it that way, he'd be a pretty crummy information gatherer if everyone knew to be silent when he was anywhere near them."Did you hear? The princess is returning tomorrow," he has heard, its been all he's heard about all day today, whispered in the halls, whispered in the bathrooms, said on the castle walls. He's been here for five days and he's yet to meet a single royal family member. He's seen the youngest prince in passing as he usually spends his time in the training area's with his knights (Midoriya, Bakugou, Uraraka, Iida, none of them had been the sour-faced scar knight he had met), and he knows Natsuo has the same white-blonde hair that is rare in this region but he hasn't seen him, or really heard anything about him even in passing."I did not," Hawks lies smiling brightly, "what is she like?""Oh the princess is wonderful, she's very kind." Emi says with complete honesty, and he has heard rumours about princess Fuyumi, a gentle kind soul that interacts with servants and hybrids alike with dignity and kindness; unlike her eldest brother. It was Tokoyami that explained to him that the eldest generally inherits the crown, but this is problematic in their situation as the eldest is a war hungry mongrel that will likely run this kingdom to the dirt, people fear for when he ascends to the crown. It seems while Fuyumi is popular and Natsuo doesn't really have much commentary, most of the people in the castle secretly wish for the youngest to inherit the throne.Which, of course, the eldest is aware of, because this is what Shinsou the brave (stupid) little human had said to the crown prince's face. Apparently he was supposed to be hung for speaking ill of the crown, but Aizawa had asked for him to be spared and punished, and the king had granted it out of mercy.The king is a different story. People do not speak ill of the king, even when they're amongst their coworkers, even when people try they are quickly shushed by whoever they are speaking too. Even Tokoyami had been unwilling to give him any information on the king. Just a name, King Enji Todoroki. Hawks couldn't be sure if its just a human thing, a fear thing, or something else all together that he doesn't understand. The king, from the limited pieces of information that he's acquired, doesn't seem that bad, he had allowed Shinsou to live even after insulting the crown prince to his face (which, apparently to humans is a Big Deal) and the surrounding town from what Hawks can see is flourishing, happy, and full of life."Oh I must be going," Emi says suddenly, summoned by her own internal clock of laundry, cooking, chores, before skittering away from Hawks.Whenever he's bored he always goes to the top of the castle, the little balcony that he had met the knight at twice. He's gone there everyday but he has yet to run into the knight again, but today feels like a lucky day and with ease he dips out of the window and flies upwards, his face splitting into a wide grin when he sees the large form of the man he's been wanting to run into for a couple days now."Scar face!" Hawks greets, there isn't enough room on the balcony for the both of them with the knight fully on it, so he settles on the railing of the balcony, wings outstretched to steady him before shuddering and recoiling against him.Scar face looks less amused by his presence.But there is a good reason he's wanted to run into this knight again, he found out pretty quickly that he's not a knight within the youngest prince's circle, nor the princesses circle, so that just leaves the two eldest boys and the king, and any information on those three would be great in his book."The princess is returning tomorrow," Hawks chirps out, trying to draw the man into a conversation. "I hear she's a real sweet pea, bet she's daddies favourite. Well, daughters always are, aren't they?""I see Aizawa has failed to instill manners in you," is the tight response he's given."They've been trying to beat manners in me the moment I learned how to speak," Hawks jokes back, undeterred by the gruff response. He doesn't seem all that bad of a guy, he hasn't really outright tried to hit Hawks or demeaned him that much, plus, he had given Hawks something very nice. What can he say, he has a weak spot for people that give him pretty things. "So? Is she? No one ever breathes a word about King Enji, give me something to work with, pleaseeeee, pretty please?"The man looks startled by the sudden begging, but it works, because almost warily he offers, "it is a criminal offense to speak ill of the king.""So there's only bad things to say about him?" His talons go clack against the metal, his head tilting to the side a bit to watch how the knight in front of him looks uncomfortable, switching the pressure of his feet. "He can't be that bad, the humans in this area don't look sad and hungry all the time," he's been in an area like that before, rampant hunger and crime, the rich lining their pockets heavily as their servants look like skeletal pieces of ornaments. In those places, Hawks had been grateful he was a pretty pet in a cage, at least he had value to be kept alive."I am not sure what the peasants think of the crown," is the huffed response he receives."Well, they like the princess, the second prince and the youngest, and dislike the crown prince. The most I've ever heard about the king is who he brings to his chambers." He recites it off with counting fingers, he's heard a few hushed whispers about Aizawa accompanying the king to his chambers, but he finds it almost hard to believe that his stick up the ass care taker is getting favours from the king in a s@xual kind of way. "Oh, and that he pardoned the human I live with.""Yes, Aizawa's student.""See? Can't be that bad of a guy," Hawks huffs, his feathers rising as though agreeing with his sentiment, he doesn't understand the complete hush-hush surrounding the kings name, it is frustrating. Doesn't make any sense. "So tell me something, anything, pleaseee?""You are insufferable," he sighs as he says this, bringing a hand and pinching the bridge of his nose in the same exhausted way Aizawa does when he's truly irritated, but also when Hawks has worn him down enough to win something. "There is no favourite among the children, there, are you happy?""What a lie," Hawks snorts, bringing up a hand to fiddle with the bell on the end of his collar, "all parents have a favourite. My guess its the youngest Shouto, he seems to have the most knights.""Prince Shouto," scar-face corrects with gritted teeth."Prince Shouto," Hawks waves off, "bet the eldest hates him, probably is always looking to kill him off."The anger is wiped away here, instead a grim look on his face. He looks older like this, grim lines of age settled in his skin, the scar wrinkling in an unattractive way with the look. Hawks blinks, fascinated by the sudden change in demeanor."Have you heard of any attempts on Shouto's life?""So you can call him Shouto and I can't?" Hawks grumbles, fascinated really, everything about this man is confusing. He clacks his nails into the railing three times, observing the harsh look he's given for saying Shouto's name without title again. "Nope, haven't heard or seen anything. His guards are with him at all times and he usually spends his time in the training area. Plus, I'm not really allowed on the floors that the royal chambers are in.""Hm," there's a sharp pause before he straightens himself out, looking Hawks over with a sharp calculating look. What Hawks is not expecting is for the knight to pull a golden pendant out of his pocket, unfurling his hand and holding out his palm with the thing. Its bright, pretty, rubies stuck around the circle of the outside with a carving of the symbol he sees on all the banners. The bird part of him wants it, immediately, and unable to stop the small little happy chirp that leaves his lips, the knight merely looks amused. "I will speak to Aizawa to allow you on the floor, but remember that you are to keep your lips sealed about any information you obtain, the only people you are allowed to report to is either me or Aizawa, do you understand?""Yup, sure got it, my lips are sealed," Hawks says quickly, eyes lazer focused on the golden object ready to sn@tch it out of the guys palm to get it if he needs too."Hawks," the man grinds out, his tone deadly serious, "if I hear wind of you revealing state secrets you will be beheaded at my hand.""Fine, I'll be good," Hawks chirps out, shuffling forward a bit, "a good little birdie that makes sure the kiddies don't murder each other, can I have it? Please?"He makes a loud hmphh sound before giving Hawks the okay to take it. Hawks does so quickly, half tempted to fly off right away with the object and coo at it for about two hours to satisfy the part of his brain that's so f@ck@ng pleased. The silver one with rubies had been pretty, but this one is brighter, more hefty in the palm of his hand, and sparkles beautifully when the light hits it just right.  * * * "Exactly what are you doing to get on the kings good side?" Aizawa sighs out, pinching his nose in the same exasperated way the knight had done earlier today, Hawks doesn't bother to look up to glance at him, to busy staring at the two pretty glittering objects on his bed, legs kicking up happily behind him."I don't know, I've never even met the king," Hawks offers, because its true he's never heard or even seen the king. Maybe all the guards had been wrong, that it isn't Aizawa in the king's bed but his burly giant knight, it'd explain why he has so many expensive objects and can get Hawks whatever he wants. "I talk to his scar-faced knight."Aizawa's expression seems wiped of colour momentarily, before he inhales, exhales, and tightly says. "Scar-faced knight?""Yeah, big guy gave me these, I'm guessing he's kind of sensitive about the scar because when I called him scar face he gave me this grr kind of look. Funny, right?" He motions proudly to his small little amassed collection, Aizawa glancing down at them before bringing his fingers back to his nose and sighing loudly, muttering a small 'I have a headache'."That is the king."Hawks blinks, once, twice, thrice, a small involuntarily clacking sound leaving his lips."Scar on his face, big, red hair, that is also his pendant," Aizawa lists sharply, "what were you even thinking? You called the king to his face scar face?""Well he didn't tell me he's the king!" Hawks protests immediately, gathering up his little objects and holding them to his chest protectively like Aizawa is going to swipe them away from him. They were his, he was given them. "How was I supposed to know!?""I told you he'd be dead in two weeks, tops," Rumi says, legs crossed and on his back. He hates how amused she sounds."The king doesn't introduce himself," Aizawa hisses."Well whatever, big guy doesn't hate me look he even gave me gifts." Payment, he can hear King Enji's voice correcting in his head, it makes sense, really when he thinks of it. But he had thought the king of such a lavish area would be lanky and tall, or even extremely fat, the sort of uselessness that accompanies people in high places. But Enji seems loud, a man that's been on the battle field himself and has fought for his kingdom proudly.Aizawa settles at that declaration, peering down to Hawks' hands where the pendants are being clutched protectively, before muttering. "He wants you to have access to the floor the royalty stay on. I'll show you tomorrow.""See?" Hawks huffs, feathers indignantly fluffing up behind him.  * * * "You're the king," Hawks says in greeting when Enji is there to guide them when they arrive on the floor, or maybe to direct them and keep them in line. "You cheap sake, I want more shiny things."Enji sighs, murmuring a small 'annoying bird' before landing on a harsh clipped, "you do not get to demand for payment.""Booo," Hawks whines, his lips snapping shut when Aizawa shoots him a dark look. The entire thing is boring, Enji trailing ahead of them in grim tight silence, arms behind his back as he marches forward, Aizawa lazily pointing to rooms and who they belong too, he'd be given a list later whose allowed in whose room (servant wise) so he can report back if there's anyone that's not authorized up on their floor that's managed to get pass the guards.Its all very boring and official."So," behind Enji like this he can appreciate the broad back of the king, it's expansive, his shoulders wide, saddled with thick muscular arms. He's thought this for awhile but Enji's wardrobe choices tend to be thin material stretched over his muscular wide body, which, hey Hawks isn't complaining, but he would think a king would wear a crown, or jewels, or a cape, or something fancy to indicate their status. Enji turns to him barely to acknowledge that he's spoken, and Hawks grins. "Where's your room big guy?""The one at the end of the hall, you are not to enter it."Fat chance of that. "Cross my heart and swear to die.""You are testing my patience," Enji growls out, his back muscles tensing as he speaks and Hawks traces over the lines on his back with hungry rapt attention."Fuyumi will be arriving in a couple of minutes, go down to greet her. Properly." Aizawa interrupts with sharply to Hawks, and Hawks waves him off with a flicker of his wrist. He finds it a bit late to start showing the king any modicum of respect, but the others can get a tiny bit of it. Maybe. Depending.He'll see, really."Fine, fine," Hawks drawls out, shimmying to the open window side and tossing his legs over, his wings stretching forward, getting ready to catch him when he falls. "Later!" * * * It takes him a whole two days until he caves to curiosity and slips into the king's room.It seems risky and stupid, and very much not a good idea, but he can't help himself, and as they say, curiosity killed the cat. Its dumb for a variety of reasons because Enji's door is metal and once it falls shut Hawks isn't able to hear or sense anything beyond the room, only a bit of shuffling when he really strains his ears, and even if he heard Enji outside the door it'd already be too late to hide himself because the door opening is an obvious indicator that someone has been in the room when they are not supposed to be.It isn't his fault, the whole floor is so boring, he only really flits in here every hour or so, usually closer to after dinner when all of Enji's children finally retire to their rooms. The only exciting things that happen on this floor is when Natsuo drags a poor red-faced maiden into his room, or when Shouto has sex with either Midoriya or Bakugou or both (Hawks does not mention this to Enji, mostly because he has some survival instincts still left in him). Fuyumi is usually silent in her room, sometimes reading a book or giggling about something or another to herself, or with the servants that enter her quarters.Touya, well, he's generally deathly quiet in his room. Not a peep. No maniacal laughing about trying to kill his siblings or plotting the destruction of the empire, just silence when he retires to his room. Which, itself, is incredibly creepy.Enji's room is quite barren for a king's room, there's no loud ordination, no self portrait oil paintings (just one of the entire family in the hallway that Touya had once hissed at like a feral cat), it seems like a soldiers room, almost. Bed done up tightly, clothes in the closet, a single bookshelf and a chair beside it, along with an attached bathroom off to the side. He lingers around the bed looking for personal trinkets, an indication of what shiny thing he should ask for when he next deserves a prize, but before he can get too it the door creeps open slowly, Hawks quickly ducking behind the bed and holding his breath.The steps are definitely not Enji."Father?" It's Shouto's voice, small and uncertain as he glances around the room. When he fails to see his father his face crumples, a sharper more alarmed, "who is in here?""What's wrong?" Bakugou's voice behind him drawls out."I heard something in here move but my father is not here.""Maybe you imagined it?" Uraraka's more high pitched voice chirps up behind him. Yes, thank you Uraraka, just his imagination, now get lost. If it was just Enji catching him he could probably talk his way out of the man being angry, but if Shouto mentions it to his father that he found Hawks snooping then Enji is going to be even more angry."I'll check it out.""Okay fine, its just me," Hawks snaps out shooting up and just deciding to accept his death sentence. Shouto blinks, looking surprised when Hawks' wings stretch out, hands held up in admittance to defeat. "I was just snooping I wanted to see if he had a giant oil painting of himself in here.""Oh," says Shouto, nodding as though that reason makes complete sense, and being honest via Hawks' standards it does make a lot of sense."Turn around I'm arresting you," Bakugou snaps more angrily, pushing past Shouto to enter the room fully and Hawks flaps his wings forward a bit to bring him up into the air where Bakugou can't grab him, incredibly thankful for the high ceilings."Hold on okay, let's not get hasty here—""F@ck@ng get down here!" Bakugou growls loudly, jumping up to try and grab at Hawks' ankle and he smartly avoids that, quickly bringing himself to be near the bed, he knows the knights wont be suicidal enough to jump around on top of their king's bed."Look, you let me go and I won't tell the king about Shouto sucking you and Midoriya's d@cks, how about that?" It seems like a pretty reasonable offer to him, Enji seems protective of Fuyumi and Shouto the most while Natsuo and Touya's activities earn a nose wrinkle at best.Bakugou snarls, dangerously low, "are you f@ck@ng spying on us?"Sh@t, Hawks thinks wanting to smack himself, he should have expected that response and he doubts telling them their dad hired him to spy on them will go down well with them. He settles on a more neutral, "err, I overheard by chance, you guys aren't exactly quiet. I'm supposed to patrol this area at night time, you know?""Bakugou I don't think he's planning to murder my father," Shouto offers idly from the sidelines."See! Thank you Prince Shouto, just know I'm gunning for you to take the throne just for that," honestly in his ideal world he would take the throne himself, and then he'd make every single human leave the city and it'd just be him and the five that he lives with in his dumb cold shack. He'd even be merciful and let Shinsou stick around."Um, thank you, I think?" Shouto replies back hesitantly."Hawks you know its a crime to enter the King's chambers without permission, right?" Midoriya asks from the entrance way, his expression mildly pinched as he considers Hawks floating above their kings bed. Fair, he wants to say, but he has a right to spy on the king as much as he spies on the others, in his spying-ish opinion."I just wanted to see if scar face over here had anything interesting," Hawks laments out loud, feathers shuddering to warn him and he already knows whose coming before he can hear the booming angry 'HAWKS'. There's no way that Enji could know from this far away, but he has a feeling the king just knows, he was probably expecting it at some point. "Urk."He quickly brings his wings in and barrels back behind the bed in a desperate attempt to hide, Bakugou shooting him a smug 'you're going down, f@ck@r' type of look, but if he is, he's going to make sure they all go down together. He's petty like that, unfortunately."Father," Shouto says in bland greeting as Enji pushes pass his youngest son, his guards immediately bowing in acknowledgement to their king's presence."Where is he.""He's behind the bed, your Majesty," Midoriya squeaks out."Heeyyy big guy, nice room you got going on here," Hawks tries for faux casualness as Enji stomps over to him, towering over Hawks' curled up form to try and hide. He simply scowls down at him, fiery rage in his gaze. Enji doesn't reach over to grab him, or start screaming, but Hawks' can feel his arms crossed, glaring down at Hawks probably considering what he should do with the bird in his room. More awkwardly he tries for, "uh, nice room, your Majesty?"Enji huffs."Okay, let's be honest, we both knew it would come to this—""Move your wings," Enji demands bluntly, and Hawks hesitantly follows it, not surprised when a hand comes down fat fingers hooking over the back of Hawks' collar. He lets out a small hey! in indignation when Enji pulls him backwards, causing him to fall onto his back and peer up at Enji and getting a good angled look of the king's crotch. "The rest of you are dismissed," Enji says glancing up to acknowledge the rest in the room.He's going to kill me, Hawks thinks is mournful silence as the front door closes, he wouldn't even be able to distract Enji by putting Shouto under the bus with his sexescapades with his knights. He should have brought out the big guns first thing."I know it looks like I was plotting to kill you but I really was just looking to see if you had an oil painting of yourself hanging up, you know? A lot of rich people do it and its super funny and—""Silent."Hawks' jaw clacks shut, individual feather's shivering under the weight of the glare, it seems stupid but he has himself pressed onto the ground, peering up at the king of this castle getting an eyeful of his f@ck@ng dick outline (very large, Hawks takes note of in glee) all because he broke into said king's room. For fun."I told you explicitly not to come in," Enji begins, "so why are you in here?""To find spies?" Hawks chirps out."Hawks.""To annoy you."Enji lets out a small little tsk at that, glowering down at Hawks as though he's trying to determine how he should either dispose of the body or wring Hawks' tiny little bird neck, but he does neither, taking a quick step back and grunting out a sharp, "get up."He doesn't want too, honestly, he hasn't spent years in slavery to know exactly whats going to happen. Beatings would be too simple for breaking a rule like this, death penalty maybe too extreme, maybe Enji would reach over with a single large warm hand and snap one of his wings, making him unable to fly for two months minimum. He didn't know why he did it, just the instinctive need to annoy this man, to see how far he could push before he would really be in the red zone, because he's disrespected him, called him names and completely disregarded every boundary Enji has set up already with no consequence."Hawks," Enji repeats, low and warning, "I told you to get up."Reluctantly, he does."In my experience animals do not listen to reason," it burns something low and angry in Hawks' spine, he's not an animal, he's a hybrid, but he simply allows his lips to thin, unspeaking for the moment, "loyalty is awarded to the hand that feeds them and beating animals never yields the results you wish for, they simply become aggressive and no longer trust their master."It makes his toes quiver, his back teeth setting into a tight grind. It reminds him too much of the annoying distasteful lectures he'd get from the slave traders when he failed to sing for them, the veiled threats of 'beating you might not work, but we have other things to do to you' but they failed to account for the fact that Hawks has nothing, nothing of value attached to his name, no pride, no items, nothing to fear from anybody."Not sure what you're trying to get at big guy," Hawks tries for, but is silenced by a harsh glare."Hand it over." Enji snaps, its loud enough to make Hawks' feel like his hollow bones are shaking, rattling from the tone of his voice."Hand what over?""The gold or the silver one, take your pick." His wings quiver in displeasure as his mouth falls in open shock when he realizes exactly what Enji is referring too, he means to take back one of his objects, one of his prizes. He had showed Enji in pride when he had got his little utility belt with the pouches, cupping the little gems and displaying his work that he can now carry them around. He had shown Enji how much he liked the items, and of course, it came to bite him in the ass. He should have known better, humans are greedy selfish things that'll take and take and take until nothing else is left. "Hurry, I do not have all day."He wants to blurt out I'm sorry and see if that'll be enough to get him off the hook, but he can't make himself do it, sharply he snaps open the one carrying the silver one, roughly plopping it into Enji's awaiting hand, a small instinctive hiss leaving his lips as he curls his hand back to his side, nails digging into his upper thigh. "Can I go?""You may be dismissed." Enji says flippantly, back already turned to Hawks in obvious dismissal, irritation hardened at his shoulders.Hawks flutters backwards out of the room, unwilling to leave his back to the king, before disappearing out of a window, talons curled protectively over his remaining prize.It feels demeaning.  * * * "Heard you broke into the king's chambers like an idiot," Shinsou says as a greeting as Hawks stumbles into the rooms, feathers rattling in displeasure at the fact that one of his things were taken. He didn't even know he cared so much about items that he owns, not until one of them were taken away from him. He doesn't know if it had been because he liked them, or if it is simply instinct and he's never had an item to lose before — so he never learnt about this part of him."Wanted to see if he has an oil painting of himself," he tries to joke out but it comes out flat, and he tosses himself face-first into his bed groaning. He had been hoping Shinsou would be out, he didn't want to have to deal with any humans for the next couple of hours.But obviously luck is never really on his side."Did he?" Shinsou asks with a single raised eyebrow, inquisitive."Oh yeah, massive," Hawks drawls, a petty piece of revenge.Shinsou just offers an unimpressed 'I see' and Hawks rolls himself to his side, fluttering out of his wings to veil him from Shinsou being able to see his back. It annoys him that Enji knew that taking the item would rattle him this much compared to beating or yelling at him, when he hadn't even known that it would affect him this much, it would have been better if he never accepted any of the items if they were going to be lorded over him like this. Used as a bargaining chip to his good behaviour.But the thought of letting go of his last one isn't an idea he likes to think about.Suddenly presented with the knowing that now he has things to lose, is annoying.He never had anything to lose before.  
  
  

    
      
        
        
          i was originally going to make this fic just 5 chapters but as i write it the more complex the plot becomes and the more i want to write like idk why i love this fic so much ill be like 'ugh its boring no one will like it' and then i re-read it and im like 'ugh its so interesting i love this fic' LMAOOOO smh anyway... ill post the next chp in 2 weeks from now'
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