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There are no noises in the forest, save for his steady breathing and the plasmic sizzle of One for All. Izuku hopes the Force guides his friends to safety as he treads cautiously, listening for any sign of life. Shigaraki and the League had set up a trap for him here and he already had a few close calls. He nearly fell to his death off a cliff when All For One, of all people, showed up in the middle of Shigaraki’s and his fight, blasting him to kingdom come. Izuku cursed his luck. Of course the Emperor would come here personally to torment him. Or watch Shigaraki torment him. Whichever the case, he will end up very, very dead.


Duck! Even with the warning from the Force, Izuku barely dodges having his head disintegrated by Shigaraki. It a mad scramble of defense from then on; Shigaraki is fast as he is relentless, pushing Izuku to all he learned as the fight drives them out of the forest and to the cliffside once more. Izuku catches sight of the Emperor is his peripherals, and that slight distraction is all Shigaraki needs to catch Izuku off guard.

“Gotcha.” Four fingers latch onto Izuku’s neck and lift him upwards, the fifth finger hovering centimeters from his skin.    

“Excellent job, my apprentice.” All for One hums, drawing a beaming grin from Shigaraki. He turns to the struggling teen. “You are beaten, child. It is useless to resist. Don’t let yourself be destroyed as All-Might did.”

At the mention of his dead mentor by his murderer, Izuku surges the Force into his feet to escape before charging One For All into both his arms. He rushes the Emperor in a flurry of punches, landing a hit on the man before being pushed away. His arms are broken but he ignores the pain to strike again at a hundred percent before All For One can regain his bearing. The punch hits a wall of energy instead. Suddenly he is being pushed/pulled towards Shigaraki, and no matter how hard Izuku tries to break the hold, he is no match to the combined power of the two Dark siders. A scream tears from his throat the instant Shigaraki’s hand grabs his right arm, pieces of skin crumbling off bleeding muscles. It’s a slow, agonizing process, one that will cost his arm permanently if he doesn’t escape now. So, Izuku calls to the Force, drawing it in with all his pain, with all his desperation, and lets it unleash.


Power bursts from his body, sending Shigaraki and himself flying in wild directions. What’s left of Izuku’s shattered arm grabs the trunk of a small cliffside tree to avoid plummeting to his death. It takes all his energy to hold on, his body drained from the last attack and other arm nearly obliterated from Shigaraki’s hold. Said dark lord groans and rises from the impact against the forest trees.     

“Stop being such a pain, Izuku! Don’t make me destroy you.” The young man strides over to where Izuku hangs. “See, you do not yet realize your importance. You’ve only begun to discover your power. Join my quest, and I will complete your training. With our combined strength, we can end this destructive conflict, and bring the galaxy to what it should be!”

“I’ll never join you!” At this the Emperor shakes his head.

“If you only knew the power of the Dark side. All-Might never told you what happened to your father.”

“He told me enough.” Izuku snarls. “He told me you killed him!”

“No,” the Emperor stated. “Shigaraki is your father.”


“What?!” Izuku exclaimed, almost letting go. Shigaraki shrugs.

“Sensei’s not lying, son. I mean yeah he’s killed a lot of fathers but-“

“No, no!” Izuku shakes his head frantically.  “You being my father? That’s not true! That’s impossible!”

“Search your feelings. You know it to be true.”

“No!” Izuku doesn’t believe. Doesn’t want to believe. But the Force says otherwise.

And the Force never lies.

“Izuku, you can change society. Sensei has foreseen this. It is your destiny.” Shigaraki crouches down and offers his hand, careful to tuck his pinky and ring finger inside his palm. “Join me, and together we can rule the galaxy as father and son.”

The Light side user looks around. There is only the chasm stretching miles from where he hangs, and his enemy’s hand waiting.

“Come with me. It is the only way.”

The promise of death below, and a fate worse offered above. Izuku make his choice.


Seriously? Tomura looks up to the emperor, unsure what to do now that his son decided that a plunging to an early grave was a better outcome. All for One sighs and waves his hand. “Kurogiri, if you please.”

A misty portal opens under the teen’s falling form, and Izuku is swallowed whole.





Izuku shoots up from his bed, One for All activated and cold beads of sweat trickling down his skin. It takes him a minute to realize that he’s in his bedroom, and it was all just a crazy dream.


A really weird, crazy dream.


He looks at his clock. 3:49 AM. Great. He mules over the possibility of going on his morning run earlier than usual but discards the thought. All Might and his friends have been hounding on him to get more sleep, especially since he burned out and crashed not too long ago.  Thrice.

Of course, they made a big deal out of it, he was fine. But they didn’t see that, and Aizawa threatened to ease his workload and make him fall behind if he didn’t get enough rest. And for Izuku, playing catch-up was not an option.

Sighing, Izuku gets out of bed and creeps quietly downstairs to make a glass of warm milk. A dim light flickers in the living room and he goes to investigate. Did he leave the TV on?

 When the teen rounds the entrance, he freezes. In the living room is All For One, frowning at his laptop while the muted TV screen plays a news channel. He looks up at Izuku.

“Izuku? Why are you up?”


Izuku blinks and the image is replaced with his dad still looking at him in concern. His brain must be half asleep still if he could imagine the world’s most dangerous villain sitting on the couch wearing a ‘Too old for this sith, I am’ Yoda T-shirt.

“Weird dream,” he grouches. “It’s all your fault.” He plops face first onto the cushions available. “I’m never letting you convince me to watch a late-night Star Wars marathon together ever again.” His dad raises an eyebrow at that.

“Must have been interesting to have you worked up. Why don’t I make you something warm in exchange for the dream? Tea or milk?”

“Milk, please.” Hisashi closes his laptop and switches off the TV in favor of a softer lamp before strolling to the kitchen. Izuku hears him quietly rummage through the fridge before returning with the requested beverage and one of his own. Izuku takes it gratefully.

“What’s keep you up tonight? Another work mess you have to take care of?” He asks as his dad seats himself beside him. Hisashi Midoriya has been a busy man throughout all Izuku’s life, always working to maintain his part in a large communications and media corporation. While his dad tries his best to visit and be a part of Izuku’s and his mom’s life, it’s a demanding job and even harder when your associates make amateur mistakes. At the question his dad sighs and rubs the bridge of his nose.

“A never-ending cycle it seems,” Hisashi mutters darkly into his tea. “My top representative lost another resource to one of our rivals, one I fear that may prove a challenge.” He shakes his head in frustration and puts the tea down. “Enough of your old man’s ramblings. Let’s hear something far more interesting.”

Izuku would rather hear more about his dad’s work but complies to his father’s wishes. It doesn’t take long for Hisashi to break out into rumbling laughter, to the point where puffs of smoke drift past his lips.  


“My Inko, being charmed enough to marry and conceive with such a character? By a child no less! Never in a million years would I thought to hear such ridiculousness!”

“How can you even say that?” Izuku’s voice is muffled by his hands. “It’s horrible!”

“Well, there was an age gap between Padmé and Anakin.” The older man starts, but was quickly cut off by his son’s mortified shrieks.

“But dream mom! Shigaraki! Had me! My brain… I can’t…how?!”

“The education system must be lacking these days if you don’t know that, but perhaps they prefer parents to approach such a delicate subject.” A mischievous smile that Izuku is all too familiar with tugs up at the corners of his dad’s mouth. “You see son, when a man and a woman love each other very much-“

“Oh wow look at my wrists time to leave.” Izuku flees to the kitchen to deposit his empty cup before escaping to the hall. “Thanks again for the milk and for ruining any chances of sleeping I had.”


Hisashi smiles in amusement, listening to his son return to his bedroom. Once he was sure he was not returning, he drops the illusion quirk of his appearance before the battle with All Might and opens his laptop. The league and his goal were a necessity, but teasing his son, having the chance to spend time with him and bond, were the moments All for One couldn’t live without.