LTI Chapter 4: All Cards On The Table

LTI Chapter 4: All Cards On The Table

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Summary: The famous duo Eraserhead and Illusionaire return!

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

Quirk: Telepathic Illusions, Memory and Conscious Manipulation

A/N: I actually really like this chapter, it's the first time I've been somewhat happy with a fight scene. Enjoy!

"Illusionaire! Catch!"

Turning around, you see Aizawa tossing the beast that was a Nomu straight towards you using his capture weapon, his hair flying all over the place and eyes so red they looked like they could be bleeding.

Bracing yourself against the rubble behind you, you swing your arm around just in time for your katana to cleanly slice through the nomu's arm. As blood sprayed faster than a fountain all over the place, the monster retaliates, swinging its other arm straight towards you. Bouncing off your heels, you back flip behind the rubble just in time to watch it get smashed to pieces.

The fist comes for it's second swing, straight down onto your head as the other one regrows out of the corner of your eye. Creating an x brace with your blades, you grit your teeth and prepare for the smack down, only for familiar white strips to appear, wrapping around the monster's arm at the last possible moment.

"Nice try..." you hear a mumble from behind the beast.

Quickly you twirl your katanas to face outwards on either side of your arm before sliding underneath its legs and cutting inches of muscle into pieces. A screech mixed with a roar echoes off of brick and mortar as you spin onto your knee and stand once again. Flipping your katanas once more, you sheath them into their place on your back.

"Just keep him still for me! I'll take care of the rest!" you yell to Aizawa as you pull a small hand blade out from a hidden pocket on your side.

You back up with haste until one of your calves comes into contact with another piece of concrete. Charting your path is simple and soon enough, your feet are moving without thought. Just at the right moment, you propel yourself onto the beast with the help of another chunk of stone, securing yourself on its back with your blade.

As more screams from the nomu and from Shouta echo around you, you swing upwards with what little momentum you had left. With ease, you wrap your legs around the neck of the beast and begin to cut off its oxygen to the brain. Gripping onto its head tightly, you feel your eyes flutter closed as you put all your power into turning its brain into mush.

But Aizawa can hold on no longer.

Soon you feel your balance begin to waver, the nomu wandering around roaring in frustration as it tries to pry you off. With strong hands and sharp nails, it pries at your back, arms, and legs. But you work through the pain, eventually letting out a battle cry as you release all of your power into its brain.

With a large thud, you fall to the ground, creating plums of dust that stick to your bloody skin. As your eyes open, you see the defeated nomu beneath you, no life left in its eyes...well whatever life was actually left in it.

"Illusionaire!" a voice calls through the dust.

With a cough you stand, shakily you must admit, but standing nonetheless. A calloused hand suddenly touches one of your wounds, making you hiss and pull away with a turn, fists up at the ready. Your eyes meet yellow goggles making you drop one fist while the other weakly punches Shouta's chest.

"You good?" you ask as you slowly remove your hood.

"Yeah, I'm fine. But you're not."

"Eraserhead-"

"Illusionaire, you’re bleeding from your eyes..."

With a sigh, you wipe away what blood hadn't already dried and caked on with the dust.

"It happens when I overuse my powers. But I'm fine..."

"At least let me take care of those scratches. I know how much you hate hospitals. "

You think it over but as the pain sets in, your doubts are cleared away.

"Damn right I do. I'll come with you."

After a long ordeal with the cops, you and Aizawa retire to his apartment. It was small, clean, quaint, nothing less than what you had expected.

But as you stare in his immaculate mirror, your worries resurface.

What if your brother was right?

What if you and Aizawa were each other's death sentences?

What the hell were you even doing here?

With a sigh, you knew that no matter what, your stories would end in heartbreak.

You didn't notice that you had been washing the dirt and muck of the fight off of you for the past hour and a half. It wasn't until there was a knock on the door that your brain came back to reality.

"You didn't pass out in there did you?"

A soft chuckle reverberates from your chest as you gently wipe away the water from your face. You quietly unlock the door after hanging up the simple face cloth. Shouta looks down at you, his eyes now revealed since his hair was tucked into a ponytail, a soft emotion filling them. Slowly, carefully, you see his hand make its way upwards, his calloused hands coming into contact with your cheek as he caresses it.

What you didn't know was that at that moment, Aizawa knew he could never let you go again.

What he didn't know was that at that moment your heart didn't care if you were each other's death sentences, you needed him in your life again.

Leading your head towards his with the hand on your cheek, your opposite wraps around his neck slowly, taking the time to gently tug on the hair by his neck. His lips meet yours for the first time in decades, like an antidote to the virus that plagued you of his absence. It was soft, unsure, just like both of you were. But once you pulled away and saw the same look in each other's eyes, you knew that no future could change things now. Quickly, you kiss again, this time with a little more urgency, a little more passion. His other hand wraps around your back gingerly, pulling you close to him as you find yourself pinned to a wall. With a soft bite to his bottom lip, you move your other hand up his chest only for it to halt in its tracks.

"Daddy, what are you and (Y/N)-chan doing?"

You both stand in stunned silence, still wrapped in each other's arms. Aizawa eventually speaks up as he pulls away from you.

"Well, when two people love each other there are certain things you do together," he explains as he crouches down to Eri's level.

"So you and (Y/N)-chan love each other?" she asks innocently.

Without hesitation, you grasp onto Shouta's shoulder gently and answer.

"More than you know,"

You feel his once tense shoulder slowly relax under your touch. With a soft squeeze, you look at him.

"You can put her to sleep. I'll get the bed ready if you'll have me?"

Shouta stands and pulls you close to his side, gently laying a kiss to the side of your head before mumbling:

"Always,"

A soft smile breaks up your face as you gently pull away and retire to Shouta's bedroom. You catch a look at your back in the mirror, the gauze painted with bright red stains. Those weren't going to scar well.

Slowly, you pull on one of Shouta's shirts, his scent enveloping you, calming you. You meticulously take down the bed, making sure everything was in its place in the way you remember he likes. Once everything was set, you slip into the cozy sheets and sigh contentedly.

After a while, you feel a body join from behind you, an arm wrapping around your waist before gently bracing your back against a warm chest.

A tired smile comes across your face as your free hand reaches down and gently squeezes the one on your waist. Eventually, your fingers lace together, holding on like either one might disappear if you let go too soon.

"Be honest with me," you hear Aizawa mumble. "all cards on the table."

"Yeah?" you whisper.

"Are you willing to risk your life...just for me?"

In a heartbeat, you reply.

"Yes. I always did, I always will."

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Summary: After Aizawa left you on the grounds of UA, you were heartbroken. A freshly graduated pro without your partner. Years pass after the event when a mutual alumni asks you back to your former school. Seeing Aizawa again after nearly a decade, seeing the life he is leading...it sucks you right in.

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

Quirk: Telepathic Illusions, Memory and Conscious Manipulation

Warnings: Hard angst to fluff, death, traumatic past, happy ending

Chapter 1: We Meet Again

Chapter 2: Bullshit Secrets

Chapter 3: Eraserhead v. Illusionaire

Chapter 4: All Cards on the Table

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tags/warnings: abuse mention, child mentions (obviously lol), domestic fluff, overall very fluffy  a/n: for someone who doesn’t really like kids and definitely doesn’t want them i’ve thought about this a lot lol (shout out to @winnies-headcannons​ for suggesting this and giving me the excuse to write this all out)

Aizawa

At first Aizawa thinks he doesn’t want to be a dad

He works so much between teaching and being a hero

He basically already has twenty two children with Class 1A

It was hard for him to accept you into his life and make time for you

Of course it’s the best decision he’s ever made but it was daunting at first

He didn’t want to disappoint you or give you less than you deserve

But the idea of having kids scares him the same way having an s/o did

What if he wasn’t good enough?

What if he didn’t have enough time?

What if they got hurt?

What if something happened to him?

But things change quickly after Eri comes into your lives

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