Omen
What the hell did Hawks find out!? That's something for me and Bun to know and you to find out ;)
But in all seriousness. I love that you guys love this story and are trying to guess what happens next... but I do ask you to keep those guesses to yourself if they're about the main plot. Small things are fine... but I've had someone (actually 2 people) guess the entire plot for the book which I spent a lot of time planning. Honestly... I kinda had a mental breakdown about it and didn't post this for a while because we're starting to get into that plot.
Sorry if this comes off as harsh in any way... but I'm just voicing my feelings.
but not now- that is not this chapter HAHAHAHAHA
SORRY ABOUT THE IMAGES AND GIFS IN THIS CHAPTER!!! FIGHTING SCENES ARE SO HARD TO WRITE!
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Narrator pov
"Ok so you're telling me you saw this blue onesie and thought (Y/n) was a monster?"
"Yes."
"And you're telling me you made a movie reference and froze Falcon just because you could."
"Yes."
"*sigh* Ok then, let me clear things up," Hawks got up from his chair.
He stood in front of you and Falcon who were sitting on opposite sides of a couch.
The yellow-haired- er feathered hero beside you shifted uncomfortably mumbling stuff to himself about only doing his job.
"Falcon, this is (Y/n), or by her hero name, Astral. She is one of my interns from UA. Even though I just found out, (Y/n) is actually already a pro hero," Falcon looked at you for a second with wide eyes that quickly went away. Probably realizing who you were and recognizing your name from all over the news. Maybe even realizing how strong you were from the reports and articles he'd read- probably thinks 'Oh I fucked up-'.
Hawks then turned to you, "And (Y/n)- er do you want me to address you as your hero name from now on?"
You shrugged, "I think only call me by my hero name when I'm out patrolling or doing some sort of hero work."
Hawks nodded, "Ok then, you can also call me by any nickname you want. It'll only make it fair between two pros. I get to call you names, you get to call me names, it's a win for all of us!" Hawks chuckled awkwardly but then quickly brushed by the subject.
"ANYWAY! (Y/n) this Falcon, the one and only sidekick or rather, I like to think of him as a secretary-"
"HEY!?" Falcon yelled.
"Fine fine- my only working sidekick and staff at my agency. Pro hero currently ranking 30th," You looked at Falcon with a seemingly innocent smile but Falcon felt deep inside him... his instincts were telling him there was a different message behind that smile.
'HA THIS LOSER!? I'mma be top of the chart in a week flat! Pfffff' You yelled in your head, your smile growing more threatening by the second. 'Well maybe not- I don't wanna draw too much attention, but I swear. Before I die or leave this place I will become number 1!!! Bakugou-kinnie moment- pfffffffffffff. Ok. Stop laughing at your own jokes and talking to yourself. It's weird. It wasn't even funny.'
Hawks and Falcon stared at you as you seemed to argue with someone in your head, laughing and scowling every so often.
"Can I go then?" Falcon turned to ask Hawks.
"Y-yeah... I'm sure you have stuff to do..." Hawks slowly turned away from you.
Without another word, Falcon zipped away to Kami-sama knows where.
You snapped out of your thoughts when you heard Falcon running away and looked to see now only Hawks standing there with an awkward smile.
Your eyes widened, "OH! Sorry I was thinking to myself about- stuff. I'll take my leave now!"
You started to walk by Hawks but stopped when you were shoulder to shoulder.
You placed your hand on his shoulder but didn't turn to face him, "I'll let you know in advance that tomorrow night I'll be out assisting some heroes out in Hosu. UA said that I should get some more experience before getting thrown into things since they assumed your internship would be all shits and giggles. No offense. It's more like I came here to see you rather than train in any way since I don't believe you could teach me anything-"
"Hold up, wait a minute," Hawks backed up so he could see you. "I don't mind you going to Hosu and all that- but I do take offense to you saying I couldn't teach you anything! Go get Tokoyami, we're going to train now and I'm going to prove you wrong."
You sighed but nodded at his statement and began to walk away to get your classmate.
"Yeah right, I'll beat your ass at everything..." You mumbled to yourself.
"I HEARD THAT!" Hawks yelled from far behind you.
You, shocked, stood straight in place before teleporting away frantically.
"THAT'S WHAT I THOUGHT! FEAR ME! Not really tho- cause I'm still a pro... don't get the wrong idea!"
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You were now standing outside of Tokoyami's dorm room, about to knock on the door. However, before you could the door flew open to reveal Dark Shadow.
"Hi (Y/n)!!!! Whatcha doing?" Dark Shadow asked.
"Oh, hi Dark Shadow! I was just about to get Tokoyami because Hawks wants us to train for a bit," you searched in your 'pocket' (rather, you were just putting your hand in your pocket and materializing food-) and pulled out some sweets.
You handed them to Dark Shadow who thanked you and zoomed back into the room to get Tokoyami. A few moments later the said boy emerged from his cave in PJs with an extremely tired expression.
"Hey, Tokoyami~ you- you ok?" You asked, laughing nervously.
Tokoyami stared at you with a blank expression for a few seconds before responding. "I'm just extremely tired since I got no sleep last night. I couldn't fall asleep with all the yelling of some blue monster and the cold air coming through the vents..."
"Heh... I wonder what happened yesterday... ANYWAYS! Hawks wants us to train together now and stuff, so he told me to get you and tell you to put on your hero costume," you informed your classmate.
Tokoyami nodded and retreated back into his room for a moment before returning fully dressed.
"I hope Dark Shadow didn't startle you, I sent him out since I was too lazy to get out of bed," Tokoyami apologized.
You waved it off, "Nahhh, it was nice seeing him. Haven't given him snacks in a while-"
Tokoyami stopped walking for a sec, "Wait you've given him stuff before? I don't recall you guys having contact at any point before. I mean, other than in training that is."
You continued to walk and Tokoyami sped up a bit to catch up to your side.
"Yeah, sometimes in class he comes out when you're not looking and I sneak him some snacks. No one seems to notice surprisingly, it honestly scares me how our future heroes are so blind to the whole thing. Def something they all need to work on..." You mumbled the last bit as you and Tokoyami arrived at the training room.
"W-what!?" Tokoyami exclaimed as you ignored him and continued to walk towards Hawks who was waiting for the two of you in the center of the room.
The room was barely big with just enough room for Hawks to fly in. It wasn't anything fancy like the USJ or Aizawa's house but it was something. A more modest and normal training room if you will.
You and Tokoyami approached Hawks who smiled bashfully, fully prepared to show you up.
"Ok, now that you two are here I'll explain how things are gonna work," Hawks started, hints of his ego seeping through his words.
"Tokoyami, your quirk... Dark Shadow was it?" Hawks began.
Tokoyami nodded.
"Right. I noticed that you rely too much on your quirk for everything. You lack in normal hand-to-hand combat. So that's what you're going to be working on with my sidekick?" Hawks said, questioning his label for Falcon.
The yellow-haired boy popped up next to Hawks seemingly out of nowhere and introduced himself to Tokoyami.
"Falcon, just take him through basic skills and ways to hit. Then you can move to dodging and tactical battle movements," Hawks instructed.
"Yessir!" Falcon nodded and took Tokoyami by the arm, ushering him over to a separate area of the room.
Hawks then turned to you with a smile.
"Now you and I, we're gonna fight. Since we're both pros I see no need to hold back," Hawks smirked.
You returned his sly smile with your own, "Sure, and when I wipe the floor with you what do I get?"
Hawks chuckled, "Loser buys dinner, no matter the cost."
You raised an eyebrow, "Oh yeah?"
"To the last cent."
You two paused for a moment, just glaring into each other's eyes. You were going through scenarios in your head of how much either of you could eat, mentally cringing at the price you fabricated.
"You're an old man!" You laughed and threw your (d/h) to your side. Celeste appeared in your hand, sitting comfortably in the palm of your hand.
"Ooo ok now. Starting off with your most powerful weapon~" Hawks teased.
However, the pro hero shivered when he felt a gust of wind rush past him.
"Says who?"
Hawks instinctively ducked as a shinning bladed flew above his head. He opened his wings and quickly moved away from his attacker, slightly discombobulated from the quick attack.
"Hey!? I didn't say go!" Hawks yelled.
"There are no countdowns in a real battle," You smiled, remembering Present Mic's words.
Hawks' eyebrows knitted as he began to smile again, "Oh yeah? Then take this!"
Hawks opened up his wings wide and sent hundreds of sharp vermillion feathers in your direction.
As the feathers drew near, you stood straight and tall, fully prepared for his attack.
Coming from the left, the right, above, behind, and head on the feathers attempted to pierce your skin. Though before they could hit you, your mirror blade swiftly knocked them out of the way. At first glance it looked like a blue circle had appeared around you, shielding you from the feathers. However, in reality, you were spinning your sword so fast around your body it tricked the naked eye.
Each time you deflected a feather it would turn back around to attack you again.
Hawks' attacks started to slow down as his wings and feathers began to ache. Eventually, he paused for a moment, and you swatted the last feather away, your sword slashing by your side.
You two didn't exchange words as Hawks thought of a new attack strategy and you waited for him to move.
Hawks must've taken too long because you were now agitated. Unable to stand still for any longer, you decided it was your turn to attack now, and you were not going to go easy. (Well- technically really easy..... but- we don't talk about that).
As soon as all of Hawks' feathers returned to him, Hawks closed his eyes for a split second to think. Sadly for him, that was all the time you needed.
Hawks felt a gust of wind by his side, however, before he could even process what was going on, he was hit. With the wind knocked out of him, Hawks flew to the far side of the training room, slamming into the wall.
Upon impact, Hawks coughed and choked on his own spit.
'Holy-fuck- what the hell just-' Hawks tried to process what just happened.
He looked forward, his body still planted in the wall. His vision was blurry, but after a few seconds your body started to take form where Hawks was just standing.
With your foot still raised from your kick, you smirked. You placed your foot back on the ground, only for stardust to materialize around your right foot. Your feathered sword, Omen, balanced on your foot for a few seconds before you lifted your legs fast. You launched the hilt on the blade directly into your hand, blocking your eyes from Hawks' view.
You tilted your blade slightly to look Hawks dead in the eyes. Raising an eyebrow, you lifted your head slightly, practically taunting the pro.
"That little-" Hawks groaned and pulled himself out from the wall. He muttered a few curses as he shook out his wings, a few feathers falling to the ground in the process. (Editor: so he shook like a dog🧍♀️?)
Hawks opened his wings and held them there for a second before blasting as fast as he could in your direction.
When Hawks got close you two engaged in hand to hand combat. Sometimes Hawks would fire off a few feathers which you blocked with feathers soaring off Omen.
Hawks was thoroughly entertained by this. His whole reason for sending you an offer was to see this particular sword since it was just his quirk put into a sword. Though he was playing more timid and scared than he usually did. Whether that be his realization of your strength or the information he had found out the night before, only he knew.
Going back and forth with this for a while the two grew tired, though Hawks much more than you. You were only sweating for trying so hard not to hurt Hawks too badly, but his movements and attack were actually making your struggle a bit.
"You know Hawks," You said between attacks.
Hawks hummed in acknowledgment of your question.
"I'm starting to get tired, wanna end this now?" You asked, still attacking and defending.
Hawks thought for a moment before replying, "Sure, but I'm not surrendering ."
You laughed, "That's cute, however, if you refuse I will be forced to finish this by force."
Hawks debated in his head whether he should really do this or not before deciding..
"Make me~"
"Ok."
You stopped your attack and jumped back for a moment. With Omen by your side, you began to run full speed at Hawks again. The other pro got into a defensive position, not sure what to expect from you.
Once you got close you went to swing your sword, but it was blocked by one of Hawks' wings.
"Ha- gotta try harder than-" Hawks began to laugh before he realized the blade he had stopped was floating in the air.
You'd let Omen attack by itself, distracting Hawks, while you slid past the pro.
Sliding on the ground past Hawks, you laid flat on your back. Using your hands and momentum from a rocking motion you kicked yourself up. On the way up both of your feet hit the back of Hawks' knees causing his legs to falter.
You landed, standing behind Hawks who was now on his knees, back towards you.
You slammed your foot into Hawks' back, right between the stems of his wings, and pushed the male to the ground.
You had moved closer now crouching above his body, Omen back in your (d/h). You sunk your (n/d/h) into Hawks' hair and lifted his head up. Using your (d/h) you placed Omen, the feathers now as hard as steel, against Hawks' throat.
Hawks gulped hard at your actions. Not only did you take him down in such a cool way, but you were also holding a blade to his throat with no signs of remorse.
You two stayed in this position for a few moments before Hawks cleared his throat to speak.
"You definitely got a kick out of beating me up. Don't take me for a fool, I saw you blushing when you kicked me~" Hawks was abruptly cut off by your blade pushing against his neck harder, now drawing a bit of blood.
Your face, though you wished it wasn't, was heating up from his words. It wasn't like he was wrong, you really enjoyed that. Whether it be because you were weird, had a crush on Hawks, or got a kick out of seeing others get thrashed around. You were so glad that Hawks couldn't see your face at that moment, you were sure he'd only tease you more.
(Author: *cough*hadakink*cough*)
'I hate him saying that tho- makes me feel like he sees me as a pervert... I mean he's not wrong entirely- but I was mainly blushing because I realized how hot I was beating him up-' You thought to yourself, almost forgetting about Omen being against Hawks' throat.
Hawks, finally realizing there was nothing he could do in this situation finally gave in.
"I surrender."
You, satisfied with his answer, got off Hawks' back and allowed the male to stand up.
You took a step back and Hawks turned to face you while brushing off his clothes.
"That was some move you pulled back there... pretty cool," the pro complimented you.
Immediately your cheeks flushed red and you turned your back to the man.
'Haha yeah- she definitely likes me or something. Too bad, I'll crush her heart...' Hawks thought as you turned away.
'OMG I WAS SO HOT DOING THAT- I must've looked amazing... such a power move! I love myself so much-' You thought in your head, envisioning what you had looked like during the fight.
Both of you just smiled silently to yourselves as you engulfed your thoughts into self-love and praise. Soon enough though, Hawks spoke up again and asked you about your weapon.
"So, your feathered weapon is called Omen right? I heard you say it before," Hawks peered over at you.
You sat on a soft chair in front of the coffee table the two of you shared. Hawks waited for your answer, sitting on the couch to your right.
"Yeah, it's basically you in sword form, but less annoying. Probably better too," You explained, summoning Omen in your right hand to show to Hawks.
Hawks gasped in an offended manner but reached out to hold Omen anyway. You allowed the pro to examine your blade for a while before he returned it.
"That's really cool, honestly. Do you mind explaining to me the rest of your quirk?" Hawks asked, his tone for some reason becoming more serious.
"Oh yeah sure. Well for starters I have a teleportation quirk as an add on to this. I'm not completely sure how they're tied- but I won't complain since it's awesome," you started.
Hawks pulled a notepad out of his ass and began to take notes.(editor: Deku kinnie😐)
You stared at him with a weirded expression but the pro beckoned for you to continue.
"Erm- my other quirk is called Zodiac. I'll give you a short explanation of it. Basically my weapons are matched with the 12 zodiacs. Each with their own characteristics and powers. I also have this chart," you asked for a piece of paper which Hawks provided.
You began to draw out the opposites chart your quirk revolves around.
"Each zodiac has an opposite, shown by the one on the correlating side. Each weapon works the best against its opposite zodiac blah blah blah, we don't need to get into that too much. The weapons also come each with outfits or armor that amplify their abilities... but I never really use them."
You finished as Hawks finished up with a few notes.
"Hmm ok. Then could you tell me about when your quirk manifested?" Hawks looked directly into your eyes.
Though you didn't show it, you froze.
'How am I supposed to answer that?! Just- make something up I guess....'
"Well I grew up in North America, and while I was there I had a pet chicken named Dimitri DeMarcus Bartholomew James the third... Jr." you sighed, getting really into your performance.
"One day I was playing around with my chicken when all of the sudden... I~" your voice shook. "I saw some stardust appear out of my hand... and went to go show Dimitri DeMarcus Bartholomew James the third Jr. However, instead of just some stardust... one of my weapons shot out. Killing Dimitri DeMarcus Bartholomew James the third Jr."
You had a single tear rolling down your cheek, and pretended to dwell on the past.
Hawks broke the awkward silence between you two, "Oh... I'm sorry. I bet Dimitri..."
"Dimitri DeMarcus Bartholomew James the third Jr." you finished for the male.
"Er yeah, I bet he's-"
"She."
"I bet she's proud, watching you from wherever she is now..." Hawks tried to comfort you.
You pretended to just notice your tear and laughed it off while wiping it away.
'Well her story makes... sense... and lines up with the childhood information on the files. There's no way that wasn't her...' Hawks thought, looking over his notes.
"Anyways," you grunted and stood up. "I'm hungry, wanna go get food?"
Hawks shot up with a smile, "Hell yeah! KFC on me!"
You stared at him for a long moment before speaking again.
"Is that not- like cannibalism to you?"
Hawks paused and thought for a moment before responding.
"Nah, I'm a human with wings. However, to Tokoyami it might be. Eh- prob more like just eating your cousin, he'll be fine." Hawks shrugged it off and went to go collect Tokoyami and Falcon.
You were left both confused and disgusted but decided you were hungry enough to follow the pro. If he was paying you knew you'd eat all the chicken you could.
{Timeskip: You ate with the pro and SOMEHOW it's now the next evening... idk... just too lazy to write anything between this-}
"Hawks I'm heading out!" You called out by the front door of the agency.
"Ok! Don't die!" Hawks yelled back from somewhere.
"Yeah, I'll try, thanks!" You said as you walked out the door.
In a black sweatshirt and sweatpants, you made your way to the train station. Carrying your metal briefcase by your side, you paid for your ticket and got on a bullet train.
You exhaled, tucking in the Midoriya's house key around your neck under your clothes and re-adjusting the bracelet Midnight gave you.
"My next destination: Hosu..."
EXTRA:
*BAM BAM BAM BAM BAM*!!
Falcon and Tokoyami paused their training to follow the sound they just heard.
Their eyes widened as they watched the two pro heroes, you and Hawks, fight. Neither of you seemed to show mercy as you beat each other up.
"Fucking hell… they're crazy…" Falcon mumbled.
"If you think this is bad… you should've seen her at the USJ… I'm still traumatized," Tokoyami whispered. The poor boy shivered at the memory.
"You mean… she's holding back right now!?" Falcon whisper screamed.
Tokoyami slowly shook his head, "Yeah… a lot."
EXTRA 2:
Now at KFC, the 3 pros and Tokoyami sat in a booth. They had ordered a large bucket of fried wings and sauce on the side, now they were just waiting for it to arrive.
Soon enough, their table number was called and Falcon went to grab the food.
'That whole table looks like it's full of birds except for the girl… is this not cannibalism?!' A worker thought as they handed Falcon the food.
"Thank you," Falcon said, taking the bucket off of the counter.
"Uh-oh yeah! Have a nice day…" The worker nervously smiled.
Falcon smiled back and brought the bucket over to your table.
"Ok!! Let's dig in!!" Falcon exclaimed, plopping down in his seat and placing the bucket down on the table.
"Thank you for the food!" the 3 birds said in unison before digging in.
You sat motionlessly and watched as everyone else started eating.
Hawks noticed your actions or lack thereof, and turned to face you.
"(Y/n) you ok-"
Your eyes brimmed with tears as you stared down at the chicken wings in front of you.They stung and begged to come out as you blinked them harshly back.
"Oh!" Hawks went to comfort you, hugging your side as silent tears started to fall down your face.
Falcon and Tokoyami just stared at each other in utter confusion. They gave each other a look of 'do you know what's going on!?' but neither were answered.
"D-Dimitri… DeMarcus Bartholomew James the third… Jr…" you mumbled and buried your face into your hands.
Falcon mouth to Hawks who had looked up, "What is going on? Is she ok?"
To which Hawks replied with only tears of his own, rolling down his cheeks. The 3rd ranking pro cried with you, leaving Falcon and Tokoyami even more confused.
Only Kami-sama knew what was going on between you two…
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Ok so. SO SO SO SO SOOOO SORRY THIS IS 3-4 WEEKS LATE!?
AND OMG 70K VIEWS ON WATTPAD AND 104K ON QUOTEV WHAT IS GOING ON!? (but someone needs to explain to me the difference between reads and readers on quotev…)
It's hard for me to write more boring and no-action chapters... and I bet that was hard to read (prob cringy too-)...
AND I'M SORRY THIS IS ONLY 4K WORDS! I promise the next chapter is def gonna be longer. Shit ton of action, comedy, and cockyness.
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