Mr Angel: Hawks x Reader

Chapter 1 - Mr. Angel

///Warning!///
If you aren't a fan of, or are triggered by dark themes, then unfortunately this isn't the story for you. I wanted to try something dark for a change to improve my writing diversity. I hope you understand!!! Sorry! (It's less dark now, but it does get more dark later on!!)

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"Damn it!" my knees collided with cold stone.
I looked up at the red-head in front of me. Her emerald orbs were cloudy and dull. Her body lain before me like a porcelain doll, adorned in jewels and a lacy, freshly powdered dress. Her face stark and expressionless, painted with blush and false lashes. Her lips agape, stained cherry with gloss. Her tiny hands limp against her sides. Her beautiful red hair hanging from giant hands.
I trailed my eyes up the arm and to the face of the man. His ugly yellow grin made my body tremble. Two men stood beside him, a blond and brunet, he motioned one over to me. The blond smiled and sauntered towards me. He clutched my chin and I elbowed him in the gut.
"Looks like we've got a fighter! Good thing boss isn't interested in a bitch like you, otherwise we'd have ourselves a bit of a handful," he pinned my arms to the floor.
"Let her go!" I screamed and opened my hand to use my quirk, but nothing happened.
"Huh?" I examined my arms, and saw a weird metal bracelet with 消し engraved into it, shimmering on my left wrist. A sharp bit of its metal digging into my skin.
"You like the new jewelry bitch? It's our latest invention, quirk dampening bracelets."
"Don't call me a bitch you worthless piece of shit!" a searing pain seethed in my cheek.
"Look here bitch," his tone was seethed with venom, "if you and your little bitch friend didn't want to be kidnapped, you wouldn't have been strolling around at night, alone."
"As if we were looking to be kidnapped! We're only in this situation because of evil people like you!" another sting in my cheek.
"My hand is just itchin', talk more bitch, I dare ya!" he yanked my hair and held my face in front of his.
"Please... I'll do anything as long as you let her go!" my vision grew hazy and tears dripped onto my shirt.
"Do you really mean anything? Bitch," he released my hair.
"If you let her go, I'll do whatever you rotten bastards ask!"
"That ginger bimbo could fetch us a lot of money, but you could be useful as well... Whaddya say boss? You willing to give up the ginger?"
"Hmm... If you prove your worth, I'm willing to let this one go, for now..." the boss flashed his yellow teeth again.
"For now!? But-"
"Relax dove, I won't come looking for her. But if she does happen to fall back into my clutches," he stroked her cheek, "I can't say I won't at least try to get her back..."
"F-fine! What do you want me to do?" I clench my teeth.
"Well, you've been sitting on that dirty floor so long, we must get you cleaned up," yet another yellow smile.

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     Nothing I did was good enough. I tried so hard to please them, but it was all for naught. I couldn't save her, all I did was make a fool of myself only to be tossed aside. Only for them to take her and leave me to rot. It was dark. I was paralyzed.
"Hey!" my friend's silky voice called out to me.
"Bea, you're okay!" I scampered toward her, leaning in to embrace her, but she vanished.
"I said... Hey, are you okay!?" a male voice shouted.
I opened my eyes and was faced with an angel. His magnificent red wings towered over me. His sandy hair was tussled in the wind, and his eyes were thin and sharp. I couldn't quite tell the colour from underneath his yellow... Saftey goggles? Heaven sure is a weird place...
"Mr. Angel, how did I get into heaven? God must've made a terrible mistake!" I looked at the angel, bewildered.
"Are you... Flirting with me? I'm flattered, really, but I'm sorta on the clock right now," he chuckled.
"No, that was a serious question!" I slumped and crossed my arms.
"Careful kid, if you move to much I might accidentally drop ya," he looks down and my gaze follows.
"Huh!?" I peered down at the city below and screamed.
"Calm down. I was kidding about dropping you," he laughed again.
"It's not funny Mr. Angel!" I pouted.
"Still going on about that, huh?"
"Well, you have wings, and you're like, super attractive, isn't that what angels are supposed to be like?"
"Hate to break it to ya kid, but I'm no angel. You're still alive as far as I can tell."
"I'm still... Holy crap, I'm so sorry, I must've sounded like an idiot."
"It's fine kid. The name's Hawks by the way," he proudly smiled.
"Hawks... That sounds somewhat familiar," my head was pounding.
"I'm a pro hero, so you might've heard of me," he grinned.
"Yeah, sorry, my brain feels kinda fuzzy so it kinda hurts to think right now."
"You don't need to apologize."
"R-right, well, um... why exactly are you flying me around?"
"I was just patrolling the area and I found you in that warehouse alone."
"Are you sure I was alone?"
"Yeah I searched every inch of that place. How'd you end up somewhere like that kid?"
"I... My friend and I were playing hide seek. It was my turn to hide and I guess I fell asleep waiting or something. She must've thought I ditched her," I lied.
"Right... Well, you shouldn't hang out at shady places like that, especially at night, you could get kidnapped," I cringed as he said it.
"Something wrong?" he tilted his head.
"Nope, everything is peachy. I'm just a bit wary of heights is all," I winced.
"Yeah, sorry bout that. You were half awake when I found you and I thought you might get a concussion if you drifted back to sleep. You've got a nasty bruise on your head."
"Damn," I felt the large bump, "I might not have noticed if you didn't point it out..."
"Sorry again kid. I'll see that you get all your injuries treated."
"All my injuries?"
"Seems like you got pretty beat up. All this from a game of hide and seek?" his brow raised and my heart sank.
"Well... I climbed over the fence to get to the warehouse, and I fell."
"Hmm, well... Looks like we're here," he smiled and put me on the ground.
Hawks grabbed my hand and pulled me inside the H-shaped glass building. U.A!? As we sped through the hall, all I could make out was a lot of blue. Blue sky, blue floors, blue walls. We stopped in front of a grey door. Hawks opens it and let's me walk in.
In the room was a petite old lady with her hair in a bun. She was attending to a pink-haired girl. Hawks firmly knocked on the open door.
"Hey, I've got another patient for you," he gently pushed me forward and I waved awkwardly.
"What happened darling?" there was a hint of concern in the woman's voice.
"Well... " I didn't want to lie to Recovery Girl, but I couldn't exactly tell the truth.
"You bumped your head and got kinda scraped up. Said you fell from pretty high up, right?" Hawks spoke.
"R-right," I nodded.
"I see. Any broken bones honey?" she asked me.
"No, just my head and a few bruises," I rubbed my left arm, the bracelet wasn't there anymore, instead, replaced by a tiny, snake bite-looking wound.
"Well, that's good, this should be quick then," she smiled at me.
"Okay."
"Sit down honey," she patted a nearby chair.
She leaned towards my forehead and gingerly kissed it. The grogginess in my head lifted and the scars on my arms and legs faded. A few dark spots remained, but I otherwise looked and felt like I'd never been injured.
"Good as new!" the woman smiled.
"Thanks Recovery Girl, I owe ya one," Hawks placed a hand on my shoulder.
"No need, I'm just happy to help."
"Right then kid, we should probably get you home, huh?"
"R-right," I stood up.

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I entered the pin into my keypad and looked back at Hawks. He was looking around at the boring outdoor hallway. I opened my door and stuck my foot inside to keep it in place.
"So this is your place huh? Are your folks home?" he was looking at me now.
"They'll probably be here in a bit. Hopefully they aren't too mad..."
"You want me to wait here until they get back?"
"You don't have to, I'll be fine."
"If you say so kid, I'll come back in a few days to check on you," he stuck his hands in his pockets.
"O-okay," my foot was starting to cramp.
"Whenever you want me to come back," he pulled a pen out and wrote something on my hand, "you've got my number now, so you can text me."
"I will," I looked at my hand.
"One more thing," he leaned in close, "there was no fence at that warehouse."
"Huh!?"
"Goodnight kid, be seeing you!" he jumped off the balcony hallway and flew off.
What!?