Fade (Part I Prelude)

Fade (Part I Prelude)

Summary: Erin Schulz, HYDRA’s best assasin, is ready for her next mission. Her task? Train the Maximoff twins. Protect the scepter. But underlying instincts spark problems before she even steps foot in Sokovia. 

Rating: (14+) for references to disturbing images and details of a traumatic past. 

I lay on the cot placed in my room while staring at the ceiling in boredom. There isn't much to look at. I have three concrete walls, one being glass so the soldiers can keep an eye on me. Well, I do deserve it, since that annoying force field is still holding strong. Why do I need a force field you ask? Well, let me explain.

You see, I've been a Hydra agent ever since I could remember. I made my way through the ranks and was named their deadliest assassin alongside the Winter Soldier. I think I was only 10 at the time, so I hope I didn't know any better. To be completely honest, all I can understand of my past was that obedience meant food and a warm bed. I still don't remember what that obedience is to this day.

However, my hard work and title still weren't enough for Hydra. They didn't want something deadly or powerful to control, Hydra needed someone who could be both. Soon after my graduation, I was taken to one of their secret labs in the mountains. It all goes blank there. I remember basically waking up and having these abilities. Telekinesis and gyrokinetic powers. Another slot in my memory. Soon, they gained access to the quantum realm and they had the bright idea to shove me in there. I was afraid the first time but after a little while, I got used to it. I don't know why I remember this, it seems that I have forgotten everything else.

From that realm, I gained the ability to phase through objects, living or not. Back to the school, I went where they said I went through even more training. All I have to remember it by is the mantle of the most dangerous person in Hydra at the age of thirteen. I should be proud of myself, they say. How I've persevered is something to look up to, my trainers instill.

But at the center of it all, my mind screams to remember all the things I've done when my memory goes blank. A pang of unforetold guilt follows me around like a shadow, threatening to take away everything that I have worked for.  I don't know why they haven't just brainwashed me and turned me into a zombie-like they did James. They still let me remember some things. That is a mystery that I haven't cracked.

A soldier taps on the glass suddenly, turning my attention to the reality in front of me. I scan him for a split second before getting out of my cot and walking over. I shove my hands in the pockets of my army green jumpsuit and give him a look of disinterest, causing him to scoff at me. I'm still a spy after all.

"You are being relocated to a facility in Sokovia. There you will train the Maximoff twins as well as safeguarding Loki's scepter from any threats. The second half of your mission is to remain classified. Change into your uniform, we leave in five minutes. Are we clear, soldier?"

I stare defensively at the man, obviously not wanting to leave my haven. But eventually, I respond.

"Yes, sir," I say, my voice at its usual monotone pitch.

Just then, the hatch beside my bed opens and my uniform is dumped on my cot. Once I hear it close, I glare at the soldier until he leaves the room so that I can change. Once he leaves, I strip out of my previous outfit and leave it on the floor beside my cot. I pull on the outfit, securing all of the belts and buckles into place. After I secure my boots to my feet, I lift one foot and using my abilities, push the small knife out from the heel. Then, I pull the blade in I repeat the action on

Shakily, he opens the glass panel for me to leave. I look to him and see him holding a rifle in his hand, just for me. Walking over to the soldier, I take the gun from him, standing at his side.

"Scared are we?"

"Quiet," he seethes at me.

He gives the signal to disable the force field and soon we are on the tarmac where a jet is prepared for our departure. Before I board the craft, the soldier escorting me turns me towards him.

"What is your mission?" he asks.

"Protect and train the Maximoff siblings," I state.

"And?"

"And safeguard Loki's scepter from potential threats."

The soldier nods at me before letting go of my arm. I nod back at him and board the jet, strapping myself to its side in preparation for taking off. Something feels off about this mission but I know that I have to obey orders. And that is what I intend to do.

Both Good and Evil

Summary: Darth Regius has a mission sent down from Emperor Palpatine. Entice Anakin Skywalker to the Dark Side using any means possible. But as the two draw closer, learning more about their pasts, they realize the balance of both good and evil.

Warnings: Ends with angst, darker themes, LONG ASS FIC

“Careful, Anakin, too harsh of a swing and you can hurt yourself!” 

You tuck a bit of your bottom lip underneath your teeth as you look at the hologram of the handsome young Jedi training with fervor, his blonde braid gently swaying with each swing of his saber. 

“I’m glad you find him attractive, you’ll need that...” a general says from behind you. 

“And why is that?” 

“You’ll need to use your...sexual capabilities to draw him over.”

Turning towards the bitter old man, the sharp static nips at your fingers as the dark Force flows through you, imagining his throat slowly closing under your grasp. 

“You will not comment on my capabilities again unless you like your little hands there, General,”

Throwing him to the ground, you ignite one of the tiny dagger like lightsabers concealed in your corset and send it straight into the General’s head. A soft sizzle and subtle smell of pennies fills the air as you analyze the Jedi from his hologram state.

Anger fills his stature with each calculated swing, a certain glint in his eye. One that obviously hungers for revenge. A weakness, something to prey on.

Something to lure him to the Dark side...

You feel your eyes flutter to a close, the world around you turning to static as you feel for his dark energy. Then you find it, the tiniest of sparks. Before you can prey upon it, your eyes are forced open, a voice echoing from behind you:

“Who are you? How did you get into the Jedi temple?”

There he was, lightsaber raised, fear in his eyes. A fight he knew he might not win against the renowned Darth Regius. 

But as you look around your surroundings, it seems as if he was on the ship with you, standing as if he had boarded minutes ago.

“I could ask you the same thing, how did you get on my ship?”

He refuses to answer, the words on his tongue fighting against his lips, a stoic face to hide his fear for the vixen of power standing before him. You cock your head softly to the side, walking closer to him as you feel the dark static you feel pulsing through your veins exuding from him. 

“You want revenge, I can feel it. You want power and to feel free from the shackles the Jedi Order have locked on you.” 

“You’re wrong!” 

His voice wavers, his saber drops the slightest touch, his shoulders ease. The idea tickles his ears as it runs like a mad man throughout his train of thought. Slowly, you bridge the gap drawn between the two of you, holding out your hand towards him. 

“Show me your pain. And I can show you freedom.” 

You can see the switch in his mind, feel the light side burning you with its touch as an even more real burn makes its way towards your extended hand. The connection ends as the lightsaber lands, leaving singed skin and grimaces. 

But you saw it, the Dark side taunting him, pulling him in slowly. 

He just needed a little push.

-

You sit in your black armchair, looking at the stars as they whiz by, your tongue enveloping the bitter coffee as you sip it. 

“How did you know I wanted revenge.”

You smirk as you place the cup back on the saucer that delicately balances on your lap. Turning your head, you quirk an eyebrow at the shirtless man before you, obviously roused from sleep.

“Well, good evening to you too,”

“Answer the question.”

A soft chuckle bounces across your throat before you lift your small cup and take another sip of coffee. 

“Why the Force of course,” you say softly, looking out at the stars once again. “You’re taught that the different sides of the Force are just that, different.”

“Because one is used for evil and the other good.”

“But the Force doesn’t determine that, the person wielding it does. Some don’t choose either side, some choose to be the balance. Like how you were prophesied to be. The Jedi Order is delusional, thinking that balance means goodness restored.” 

His eyes widen softly with interest, his shoulders releasing themselves from the cords that hung them close to his ears. You gesture towards the chair in front of you, to which he slowly takes.

“Listen, Anakin, I understand the Order is your entire life. But there is so much you don’t know, what they’ve kept from you. Because balance is not one way or another. One cannot exist without the other. You’re prophesied to bring balance to the Force, not be the Order’s puppet.”

“But that balance means the fall of the Dark Side, that’s what I was meant to do.” he says, his face contorted into confusion.

“Not necessarily. While yes, I do believe you will be the fall of the Sith, the Dark Side will always be around. I believe you are not a sole vessel for goodness. You are a vessel of great complexity, holding both good and dark in your hands.”

Silence fills the vessel as your gaze is drawn back towards the stars. You feel his eyes on you until he fades away, yet another connection broken.

- 

“Jedi are swarming the ship! We need to evacuate!” 

Grabbing your lightsaber, you secure it to your corset filled with saber daggers, their handles at the ready. Rushing out from your room, you look at the battleground before you. 

“There she is! Darth Regius!”

A group of young Jedi’s yelled this as they ran down the hallway towards you. But as you pulled the handle from your corset, relinquishing the burning blade, they ran like chickens. 

“(Y/N)?” 

Turning around quickly, you’re met with a stunned Anakin, his lightsaber at the ready. Without hesitation, you take the first swing. As confusion interrupts his beautiful features, you project a message through the Force. 

Look like you hate me. Wouldn’t want your master to find out about our little chats now would you?

Quickly, forced hatred plasters onto him as his strikes become more and more aggressive. As his force becomes harder and harder to block, you become more frantic. No way were you about to let a padawan bring you down, even if he was your mission. 

Without a thought, your next swing strikes him in the face, causing the smallest of scratched burns to form. With a gasp, you watch as he reels back from the blow, a small smirk coming on his face. 

“You owe me a rematch,”

With that, he runs away with his other Jedi as the entire ship cheers in defeat of the Jedi attack. Everyone around you chants your name, but you don’t have the same fervor. Instead, your mind replays the moment over and over again, one sentence coming out in front it all. 

He finally trusts me. 

 -

"Why trust me?” you ask softly from your desk, different forms needing to be signed glaring at you under harsh light. 

“I don’t,” Anakin replies, his lightsaber humming with each swing as he twirls it around with accuracy, pacing back and forth in your room. 

You stop what you’re doing, laying the pen down straight against the papers before standing up. Anakin stops his twirl pacing, looking towards you as you hold out both hands to him.

“What are you doing?”

“Giving you something to trust.” 

A few minutes pass as you hold your position in front of him, your hands beginning to shake under the weight of vulnerability. Eventually, he drops his saber somewhere unseen, and the calloused hand as well as metal seamlessly slide into yours. 

You project your worst memory, Emperor Palpatine murdering your parents. They were meant to keep his child safe alongside you, raising the two of you together so you would become dyad’s in the force, a perfect storm of darkness. 

But then the child ran away.  

A dyad unmade. 

A deal broken.

The tears fall as you hear their screams, the buzz of a lightsaber silencing them with one fell swoop. 

“Come, child,” his gravelly voice echoes. 

Filled with fear you follow, the memory ending, leaving you reduced to tears in front of the boy you had just barely gotten to know. 

“You’re...young, like me?” Anakin says shakily, looking at you with unshed tears. “I was always told you were older.”

You shake your head, shaking the tears away, shaking the pain and loss off your heart. 

“I worked hard to survive. Be the child Palpatine lost or face the same fate as my parents.”

“Have you tried to escape? Call for help from the Order?” 

“They are the reason my parents are dead!” 

You harshly pull your hands away from his, the broken and war torn fingers digging into your own hips. 

“A Jedi saw Palpatine’s child and helped him escape, to bring him away from the dark side. That Jedi signed my parents’ death warrant...” 

Turning your back to him, you sigh, lifting a shaking hand to wipe away any sign of weakness left on your face. But another wave of sadness hits you as something different enters your mind’s eye.

Anakin, his nightmares, her dead body, the slaughter, all of it. It plays in your head like a nightmare before his force slowly withdraws. 

Your body disobeys your mind as you twist to the broken man in front of you. 

“You’re not the only one who’s lost someone.” 

Walking over, you wrap your arms around his neck and hold him close. His strong arms wrap around your waist as you chuckle softly. 

“We’re both pretty fucked up, huh?”

“I guess we are,”

A knock on the door makes him suddenly disappear, leaving only the shape of him in your curled arms.

-                              

Warm water drips down your skin as you struggle to see through the steam in your small refresher. You reminisce on the months that had passed. What began as long talks across galaxies became long talks across bedrooms. You knew you had a job to bring him to the Dark side, how dangerous a connection to him could be. You repeated the mantra every night. Slipping on the silky robe you placed on the black marble counter, you walk out to your bedroom to find Anakin sitting upon the silk sheets. 

His padawan braid was gone, his dull beige robes replaced by dark leather that showed off his frame quite well. 

“I see they’ve let you graduate, Anakin.”

“Finally...”

“I told you that they wouldn’t understand your power, that they would hold you back,” 

A scoff comes from the man, causing a smirk to come from you. Walking towards him, you gently lay a hand on his cheek where the smallest of scars lays on his handsome face. As you analyze his features, the way his eyes look at you full of lust and adoration, you slowly lay down, laying a gentle kiss on his plush lips. Your hands make their way into his hair as his hands pull you closer to him by your hips. Slowly, your lips break apart but still stay closer together, your mumbles tickling his lips with each word:

“You should grow out your hair, it would suit you,” 

A soft smile, one that only you got to see (but you never knew that) appeared on his face as he gently pulls your hand away from his scalp.

“You flatter me too much,”

“Only because you deserve it.” 

His gaze falls, guilt pushing his shoulders to cave in towards his chest. Your heart shakes, threatening to break. Taking a step back, you take a deep breath as you turn towards the doors of your refresher. 

“You deserve the truth...” you whisper. 

Slowly, you turn back towards him. 

“I was tasked to bring you to the Dark side. Emperor Palpatine is part of the Sith, he is not who you think he is.”

His eyes widen at your sudden divulgence, only to be quickly filled with anger. 

“So all of this time you’ve been manipulating me?!”

“No! Nothing I ever did was to manipulate you!” you walk closer to him. “Because I found not a broken boy but a strong man meant to carry out his prophecy. Please believe me!”

Anakin pushes you away with the Force, an evil glow filling his eyes. You had done your job, but never had you felt worse. 

“Well, I guess you completed your task.” 

And with that...he was gone. 

Hi there! I love how you write, so I thought maybe you could write a scenario where Endeavor arranged a marriage for Shoto and s/o (who is his classmate) because s/o has a very good and powerful quirk.

| A/n: Hello there! Thank you, and I hope this is what you wanted! |

Also, I didn’t specify the s/o’s quirk because I wanted it to be up to the reader to choose.

❄✿ | Warnings: Arranged Marriage, Semi-Slow Burn? (Not really?) Awkward fluff, not thoroughly proofread. | ✿❄

❄✿ | Words: 3000+ | ✿❄ 

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Suddenly Yours (Todoroki/Reader)

All that could be heard was pencils and pens across paper—a pop quiz that Mr. Aizawa sprung on class 1-A the moment there was a butt in every seat. Something about ‘needing to be prepared for the unexpected, so it’s not so unexpected.’ The subject matter was easy for Todoroki, and he was one of the firsts to finish as usual, but even then the two-toned teen couldn’t relax. Whenever he managed to drift onto something else to think of, you’d catch his eye from across the room.

Whether it be a sigh of frustration, you brushing your hair from your eyes, or shifting in your seat, he noticed.

He’d always regarded you with a neutral frame of mind, mostly because you’ve never talked. You were a nice girl from what he gathered at the beginning of the year, quiet, reserved yet kind to those who approached you. But due to… recent events, he’s been finding it difficult not to burn holes into the back of your skull whenever you were around.

Todoroki sighed, tearing his gaze from you before you noticed. It wasn’t fair to be angry at you, this wasn’t your fault. In fact, he had no idea how you were taking the news, he should be more sympathetic. He was the man you’d have to spend the rest of your life with after all, who would want him?

Shouto couldn’t say he didn’t know why his father set all this up, you had an extremely effective quirk and in retrospect, if you were to bear a child together and they inherited both, the world would be working with one hell of a hero. Endeavor must’ve known this and that’s why he chose her. But really, an arranged marriage? You were high school students, not even old enough to drink, and now you were setting the stage for marriage? He hadn’t even had a proper conversation with you, your parents talked a whole lot, but you weren’t even present when the arrangement was made

Endeavor wanted to take things a step further and set up dates and meetings between his son and you, but Todoroki harshly passed on that. If the two of you were really being forced into this, he wanted to get to know you on his own terms.

Without realizing it his eyes had strayed back to you, too deep in thought to process it. However the moment you turned and met his eyes he was shaken from those thoughts, and he looked away as smoothly as he could. What he didn’t notice was the color of his face when he did, but you sure did. You looked away from the white and red-haired prodigy, wondering if there was a way to speak to him today about… well, everything if you could. You didn’t know what to think when your parents announced that you were going to get married

In fact, you laughed your ass off when they said it so casually at dinner last weekend. That was until you found out that they weren’t joking and the number two hero himself showed up at your house the next morning to sort out the specifics. You had gotten through the whole experience with only yes and no answers and one-liners, your parents even excused you saying that you just weren’t the talkative type. And Endeavor said, “Neither is Shouto,” with that egotistical, overconfident show smile.

You’d heard plenty about how shitty of a person Endeavor was from Momo, one of Todoroki’s closest friends. So you didn’t really think the hero deserved much more of your time than what you’d given him. But you know the fire hero isn’t the only one to blame, your parents agreed, bending over backwards to make a good impression, especially when Endeavor mentioned the amount of compensation they’d be receiving in return for their daughter’s hand. What age was this? You’d heard about quirk marriages before, but this… you were sixteen!

You snapped back to reality when Mr. Aizawa ordered “pencils down,” and you looked forward, trying to ignore the white a red blur in your peripheral vision.

As you packed up to start walking to your next class, Todoroki approached you.

“Oh, hey, Todoroki-san… how do you think you did on the quiz?” You find yourself asking. You knew Todoroki was one of the top students in your class, and it was silly to even ask but again, starting and keeping conversations wasn’t your strong suit.

“Hello, L/N-san, I’m confident I will receive an acceptable score. Were you concerned?” Todoroki raises an eyebrow and you avoid his gaze, rubbing the back of your neck.

“No, you’re a great student, I didn’t mean it like that.” You clarify sheepishly, turning to walk away from the conversation and to the next class. “I should go now.”

“Wait—” He starts and his hand catches your forearm, making you freeze and look back at him. “Sorry.” He lets go of your arm, surprised at himself for grabbing you like that.

“What is it Todoroki?” You ask.

Todoroki clears his throat.

“I wanted to walk with you if you’ll permit me.” He looks calm as he says it, but inside he’s nervous you’ll decline.

“Sure,” Is all you manage to push out, cheeks tinting pink. Together you exit the classroom and walk stiffly side-by-side to your next shared class, stealing anxious glances at the other as you walked. You ignored the whistles and whispers you got from other students as you passed them in the hall.

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(LTI) Chapter 2: Bullshit Secrets

Masterlist

Summary: Memories of Aizawa haunt you ever since you came to face with him after nearly a decade apart. However, the space between you that was once there continues to grow. You demand answers. He gives you none.

Pairing: Shouta Aizawa (Eraserhead) x f!Reader (Illusionaire)

Quirk: Mind reading and projection

Rating: 18+, minors do not interact

Warnings: Graphic fight scenes, intense angst (this will continue to be updated as the series moves along.)

Taglist: Open

A/N: Memories are in italics. There is intense angst in this chapter with no resolution. You have been warned, Aizawa is portrayed as a bit of an asshole in this chapter (even though he isn't).

Soft squeezes around your middle and long hair tickling your face wakes you up before the sun has even risen. With a soft yawn, you turn and look up at Shouta, somewhat awake, the ghosts of dark circles framing his eyes.

"Is there a reason you woke me up so early?" you mumble.

"Hmph," he says as he lays on his back again, your head resting against his chest. "We have our provisional licensing exam today, darling. Starts bright and early."

"Did you have to remind me?"

A soft chuckle makes your head bounce up and down subtly, a soft kiss pressed to your hairline that makes you stretch against him.

"Thought you would've preferred this than me trying to wake you up later."

"How thoughtful of you," you mumble tiredly.

Gentle fingers dance across your exposed side, making you giggle and squirm from the ticklish feeling.

"Okay, okay! You're right."

His tickles slowly stop, a peaceful sigh leaving his lips. Like an invisible force, you're drawn to him. Into his loving yet tired stare. Into the arms that had already protected you countless times.

Gently, you tuck his hair behind his ear, letting your thumb trail across his cheek lightly. Slowly, he leans down towards you, his nose nudging your own to the side before his lips meet yours. Soft, slow, everything you didn't know you needed. The warm fuzzy feeling reaches your toes as your heart picks up its pace.

A soft pull drags your lips away from his, but not too far as you feel them against yours again like a tickle as he speaks once again.

"I love you,"

A simple three-word gesture. That's all you needed to know you were okay. You were safe within his arms.

"I love you too,"

Where had that man gone?

The one that promised to always be by your side, only to cast you aside like trash. The one that made you feel protected all those years, only to leave you at your most vulnerable.

Where had the Shouta you knew a decade ago gone?

You thought you would never get your answer.

A new day always brings new challenges. That phrase Aizawa had shared with you years ago still sticks to you despite the sting of his betrayal. And today was no different.

Not only had Bakugou once again tried to kill Midoriya during training, but Aizawa thought it would be interesting to add his protege into the mix. Your entire training session with Class 1A was productive chaos. Never had you met another hero like you, and yet there was Shinso, your next challenge.

While your powers differed, they were all the same. You could tap into the mind, read the greatest dreams and fears, project them. And of course...you had your hidden move. One you only showed to other heroes. And only Shouta himself knew how deadly it was...

Shinso on the other hand, he tapped into the consciousness through verbal pathways. All you needed was eye contact. However, once your quirk is activated, you need to speak to keep them in your spell. This gave Shinso the upper hand, breaking out of your quirk and using his own.

A mental tug of war took up most of the training session, one that had the rest of the class at the edge of their seats. Despite Aizawa's outward disinterest, he was just as tense.

It left the class begging for more, asking to see if their homeroom teacher could beat their trainer. Both of you quickly refused, ending the class with the same commanding glare.

That's how you ended up here, alone in the training gym with the one man you despised, glaring at you like you were the problem.

"Your quirk doesn't turn me to stone so stop glaring," you say as you cross your arms.

"Why didn't you take the challenge?" he asks blankly, his hands still resting in his pockets.

"Why didn't you?"

"I have to set the example,"

"Well so do I. Just admit it, you're chicken. You cut me off so you have no idea what I can do now, you don't want to lose in front of your students."

"I would never lose to some faux hero like you,"

"Faux hero? Who's the one hiding behind four walls of a school instead of living up to their potential?"

"And how's that potential for you? A pro hero who couldn't even save her own brother,"

You take a step back, salty tears pushing at your eyelids, threatening to spill despite your best attempts.

Memories flood through you, that day. How you watched Sasaki sustain his injuries after Overhaul broke your trance. How he died with his hand in yours, asking you to give him a good dream before he goes.

"At least I did something with my life, Eraserhead. At least I'm not a bitter man who has nothing better to do than berate their ex."

And with that, you left.

You left the dojo, the school, all the way back to the dorms. All of the students were gathered in the common area enjoying dinner together, even Bakugou was enjoying himself. But it all flew in one ear and out the other as you quickly entered your room and shut the door.

Stripping out of your training wear and tying your hair into a tight bun, you adorned your hero outfit. Tight black suit with even darker armour adorning the chest, shoulders, knees and elbows. A slot on your chest armour is filled with the belt of the sheath that holds your weapon of choice, your hood making its way over your head to accommodate the accessory. Fingerless gloves and combat boots finish the fit as you pull a wide case off the shelf of your closet.

Laying it gently on your bed, you hear a click of something opening. Prodding around the room, you found one of the consciouses you had yet to break, Shoto Todoroki's.

"Shoto...shouldn't you be enjoying time with your class?"

"I'm sorry, sensei. But I saw a look on your face...one I'm all too familiar with."

Turning towards the boy, you see the concern under his steely expression. With a soft smile, you wave him over. As he walks in, he cranes his neck to look at the katanas that lay among the silk in its case.

"This was the last thing my brother, Nighteye, ever gifted me before he died. I had just passed my training as a samurai, and he surprised me with these katanas."

"They're quite beautiful,"

"I'd have to agree, Todoroki,"

Picking up the metal handles with ease, you slip them into the sheaths in your back. You walk over to the window and quickly open it. Jumping onto the window sill, you take a moment to look at the boy one last time.

"I know you have a troubled past. But not all trauma has scars. Not all trauma needs to be told,"

Slipping on the other end of your window, you jump up and climb your way to the roof, using the creeping darkness to cloak you.

As the night progressed, you caught lots of thugs, car thieves, the usual from your earlier days of night patrol. It seems like every major call you tried to answer had been resolved by the time you got there.

So, you settled on the roof of a building, coffee in hand and a horrible convenience store sandwich in the other, waiting for another call.

A fury of scarves and a blink of yellow lands beside you, making you audibly sigh.

"Haven't you tortured me enough for one day?" you ask.

"Like you haven't been doing the same to me?" Aizawa retorts as he takes his goggles off.

Turning to him, your eyes go completely white as you poke at his consciousness.

"It wasn't my choice to leave me on the UA grounds on graduation day..."

With a harsh scoff and the shake of your head, your eyes return to normal as you instead direct your glare to the watery coffee. An uncomfortable silence barely settles when you finally ask:

"Why?"

"Why what?"

"Why did you break up with me in the first place?"

Slowly, you look toward the raven-haired man, watching his face for any tell, any clue. He took way too long to answer.

"I knew we were going to break up anyways after you said you were going to be training as a samurai."

"Bullshit."

Aizawa turns slightly towards you, a look of shock exploding in his eyes.

"Tell me the truth..."

"It's not that simple, (Y/N)-"

"Then why don't we make it simple, huh?! Were you playing me the entire time?"

A sigh reverberates from deep within his chest.

"No."

"Did I do something to upset you, wrong you?"

"No..."

"Did you even love me?"

Another long silence.

"No."

Another punch to the chest, but you wouldn't let it show. You swallow every emotion bubbling to the surface, the heartbreak threatening to show itself and rip your surroundings apart.

Gripping onto your lukewarm coffee, you throw it directly at his head before standing up, jumping into the darkness below. As fast as your legs could take you, you run through the alleys all the way back to UA.

Once in the safety of your room, you rip your hood off as uncontrollable tears burn across your cold cheeks.

Your heartbreak was mixed with suspicion, the silence between answers unsettling to you. No matter your thoughts, your emotions took center stage.

With a scream of frustration, you throw a katana straight through the wall without a second thought. Right into Aizawa's room.

"Fucking great," you mumble.

Yanking the blade from the drywall, you placed both of them back in their case. With your katanas and suit off, tucked away safely, you crawled into bed, ready to sleep the pain away.

All Yours (Hawks Headcanons)

(A/N): This is literally a shitpost I made during my lunch break cause why not. Now accepting requests for My Hero Academia!

Warnings: Probably canon divergent, protective!Hawks, some sexual themes

Rating: 18+ (minors do not interact)

Quirk: Up to you

Pairing: Hawks (Takami Keigo) x fem!Reader

- So, in my head, there are probably charity balls that UA students attend along with pro heroes

- Yes, this is not in any of the mangas (at least ones I've read) or the anime but just pretend it is

- Anyways, you and Hawks have gone together for years as partners. I mean, the second and third-rated heroes should probably show up.

- As number three, you knew you could've been on night patrol but whatever, it's good PR.

- But that all changed when you and Hawks finally started dating after years of being hyperfocused on your perspective careers.

- So now the pressure was even higher to show up, it would've caused a scene if the number two and three heroes everyone shipped didn't come to support the random charity chosen for that year.

- And last year was a fucking disaster.

- Keigo never really paid any attention to the rest of the pro heroes flirting with you when you were just partners in the hero biz.

- In his head, you weren't his and as long as you weren't getting uncomfortable with the flirty advances, he had no right to get jealous.

- But that all changed when you were finally his.

- Last year's event was nothing but tension for him as the same pro heroes (*cough* and Mineta *cough cough*) continued to drool over you and try to flirt despite the very public relationship you two had.

- You managed to get Hawks to leave early that night before he pissed off any more top ranking heroes or squished the grape child.

- Needless to say, you had to take the next day off of work cause you couldn't walk ;).

- Despite all of the reassurance in the world, you could tell Hawks was trying to get out of this year's ball at any cost.

- So you decided to step in.

- After making sure Hawks was stuck in a meeting with number one so that he wouldn't spot you on patrol, you snuck into the city.

- Weeks before the ball, you worked with a seamstress to design your dress with Hawks in mind.

- After you had gotten your dress, you snuck back into his apartment, locking the door to your shared bedroom and putting it on.

- It was form-fitting, clinging to all of the curves you knew he enjoyed, the ones he would grip and admire on long nights.

- But it was still flattering, hiding the spots you didn't particularly want on display.

- It was a cross of midnight blue and black, similar to how the night sky looks. The back dropped down to your bum, exposing your back. Your front was v-shaped, exposing your belly button and putting on a pretty display.

- Stitched onto the long sleeves that adorned your arms and down your back were red-dyed feathers, the same colours that Hawks on his back.

- Once you had your hair dolled up the way you liked it, it was time for your next daunting task.

- Trying to mimic Keigo's marks on his eyes with eyeliner.

- Surrounded by different images you found online (and some you had taken on your own) and a stash of eyeliner, you got to work.

- Just as you had finished up, you heard the soft flutter of wings and the thud of your man landing in the living room.

- Quickly, you hid your stash where it had stayed the past few weeks.

- "Dove, why is the door locked?"; you could hear him jiggling the handle impatiently.

- "It's a surprise!" you said annoyed, but a small chuckle still follows as you lay out his tux on the California King.

- You slip into the bathroom and use your quirk to unlock the bedroom door before closing the bathroom door.

- "C'mon, (Y/N), I just wanna get this night done and over with."

- Once you were sure your look was perfect, you opened the door to see your angel of a boyfriend already in his tux, fixing his hair in the mirror that hangs on the wall.

- He spots you using the reflection from the mirror, quickly turning towards you, unsure if what he saw was real.

- With a soft smirk, you walk towards him with the swing of your hips, giving him a little twirl to show off the red feathers on your back.

- "Damn, chickadee. I don't know if I can let you leave the house looking this."

- Your pro hero boyfriend actually had a small red tint to his cheeks as a small tent formed in his pants.

- "Well, now everyone there will know I'm all yours."

- Now Hawks couldn't wait to show off his girl.

- The entire time, his arm was wrapped around your waist.

- "I still don't know how you got my marks so spot on."

- "That's my secret to keep, baby."

- You made small talk with all of the heroes there.

- When it came to the ones who had constantly flirted with you, Keigo seemed much more relaxed at their uncomfortable demeanour.

- You could only imagine what was going through his bird brain.

- Yeah back off bitch, she's mine.

- Of course, Midnight was obsessed with your look.

- By the end of the night, you walked out of there with Hawks and there was actually a smile on his face.

- Mission accomplished.

Extra:

- The tabloids were going absolutely wild at your outfit the next day.

- Your phone was blowing up because of it.

- That and the photos where you and Hawks were caught making out on your balcony at home.

- So when you tried to walk into Keigo's agency office, covered in hickeys from the night before, the paparazzi went wild.

- Once you finally made it to his office, there was the smuggest of smirks on his face.

- "You should definitely do your eyeliner like that more often, Dove."