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I'll Take Thee Away

Summary:

♪♪ Come little children
I'll take thee away
Into a land of enchantment
Come little children
The time's come to play
Here in my garden of shadows ♪♪

Work Text:

Shouta woke to the soft melody he's never heard before. It was a strange sound, almost scratchy like an old record player, or maybe it was more like a music box underwater.

It put the hairs on the back of his neck on end.

Despite the eerie feeling, the soft music was soothing and he felt himself being lulled back to sleep. His training is what kept him awake. That something so off would soothe the paranoid and anxious man was alarming enough for him to snap out of his sleepy daze.

With sudden clarity and quick reflexes, he was up out of bed and racing faster than his heart to the source of the sound, Eri's room.

He didn't have time to look back at his husband who had awoken with Shouta's abrupt departure from the bed. He didn't have time to explain and he refocused on the noise that had altered to something he'd place in a horror movie and the little pink door that was too far away from the safety of his room. A realization that turned his empty stomach.

His husband was scrambling behind him but he would be too late. Shouta just knew it.

Too late for what though he did not know. He grasped the doorknob and wrenched it open and he was met with the image of a hooded woman singing her siren spell which was at this point so painful Shouta wanted to reach up and block the sound.

He couldn't afford to though as he reached for his spellbound daughter who was practically already in the witch's arms.

Shouta's hand wrapped around nothing as the moment Eri reached the woman they had vanished.

Behind him, his husband whispered, "Shouta what's wrong?"

Blinking away his quirk's power Shouta turned to explain what he had seen, ready to call every cop and hero to the scene and already mentally drawing the bitches wanted poster.

But when he opened them again to begin doing so he was dropped like a man in a frozen lake back into his daughter's room. The window was closed and locked and her little frame was still lumped up under the blanket fast asleep.

He checked on her and the room perimeter twice before his husband grabbed him and began trying to soothe him.

"It was all a dream love"

But Shouta's heart still raced and his ears rang.

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