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solar-wing · 10 months

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⚣ BatBro with his BatBros 🦇

⚣ 🦇 A/N → Ah, my first full installment of BatBro headcanons. Where does the time go? Anyway, as we progress throughout these headcanons, you can imagine the characters slowly getting older too. By, the time we get to the end, the reader is at least 18 years old making Damian anywhere between 18-19 years old, since he's a few months older.

⚣ 🦇 Summary → Going from the life of an only child, to having 4+ siblings, can't be easy. Especially when most of those siblings brothers, and those brothers come from a family a crime-stopping vigilantes. What was your mother thinking in leaving you with your dad?

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I find it funny that no one has ever thought to take advantage of the fact that Bruce Wayne has created a habit of popping up with a new kid like every couple of years. They could try to offer up their kids to him in hopes of cashing in on the Wayne family's wealth.

And he actively turns away all of them, even if he is tempted a couple of times. At least until he gets to you. Everything was normal until your mom decided one day she was done being a parent and just dropped you off at the front gate and left when you were 9 years old. This is also around the same time Damian ended up in Bruce's care, so you both were now dealing with the fact that you've suddenly got a father you never knew, as well as a brother. Well, brothers, since Bruce did somewhat actually have children before he had you guys.

She left a note along with your other belongings that said “Trust me. He yours,” with nothing else. Bruce could only stare down at you with that usual grim, but pondering look he had while you just stared back at him.

“I’d thought you be taller,” was your first sentence towards your dad. One that was vaguely familiar to the billionaire as he rolled his eyes and led you inside the manor.

Obviously, Bruce ran a DNA test and confirmed everything to be true. You were indeed his son, snarky remarks and all. You and Damian must share that quality.

Speaking of, since you and Damian were blood-related, you have a more special bond with each other. Even if he bullies the shit out of you.

Hiding your toys and games all around the manor, stabbing your favorite teddy bears and various stuffed items with his knives and daggers, and I'm just going to throw in that you have a love-hate relationship with Scooby-Doo now.

You love the cartoon, but Damian took advantage of the fact that you may not do well with scary stuff and would make his own costume versions of the villains from the show and chased you around the house with them. They were horrifying and disturbing enough to even unsettle Bruce a little, so you could imagine the early childhood trauma you endured.

People think your fear of clowns stems from the Joker. No, it's from Damian.

It’s always from Damian.

Plus, since you and Damian are around the same age, you both end up in the same grade at the same school. So he always keeps a look out for you and protects you from any bullies, while you teach him how to be more sociable and friendly towards others.

Now, if Damian's closest relationship with another brother outside of you is Dick (who you along with everyone else agree that he is basically Damian's second father), I imagine you have a close relationship with both Jason and Tim for various reasons.

You and Tim connect because you both have very intellectual and detail-oriented minds. You watch Scooby-Doo, so you obviously have an interest in mysteries as well as the Red Robin personality. Whenever he is having a hard time connecting dots to a case or a puzzle, you simply come in, take one look and somehow figure it out. Sometimes, you’ll even just make a random statement that ends up being the key to what Tim is looking for.

Tim and you both have an interest in video games, you a little bit more than him. It was because of you that he even really got into them. Before, when it was just you and your mom, you didn’t have anyone to really play with, besides whatever friends you could find online. So having someone you could play with, especially in person now made you and Tim’s bond that more special.

Also, you’ve made it your responsibility to make sure the guy gets adequate rest and sleep and doesn’t drown himself in caffeine.

“Timothy Drake! It is way past your bedtime. Off the Bat-Computer and upstairs into bed young man.” You yelled, marching downstairs with an amused Alfred towing behind.

Your father and siblings all watched from the sidelines as well, all amused at the sight of your young, tiny body, yelling at a slightly older and taller teenager as if you were his father.

“Um, I’m older than you,” Tim responded while holding on to what had to be his 5th coffee of the evening.

“Do I need to repeat myself?”

“Master Tim, with all due respect, I’d do what the young lad says. He’s already started unplugging and cutting the cords to every coffee and espresso machine in the manor.” Alfred said from behind.

Tim looked at you in horror while you stared at him the look on your face very much communicating a ‘try me if you want to’ message, and that’s when he noticed the pair of scissors in your hands.

“OKAY! I’M GOING! I’M GOING!” Tim shouted, sprinting out of his seat and up to his room. Your brothers were quietly laughing until you turned your head right to them.

“And, what are you three laughing at?! Get to bed right now.”

Now, it was their turn to question you. Cause Dick and Jason were full adults and even though Damian was only a few months older than you, well that was it. He was older than you so he bossed you around, not the other way,

“Woah, there little man. Jason and I, we’re grown. We don’t have bedtimes.” Dick said.

“Yeah, squirt.” Jason voiced right behind Dick with his arms crossed.

“Watch yourself, little brother,” Damian warned.

You raised a subtle eyebrow at them while your father and Alfred both looked at you with curiosity.

Alfred, however, had a little more amusement to his look since he already knew where this was headed.

“Dick, I will never have another brother movie night with you again, and I’ll start going to Jason for brotherly advice instead of you. Also, I’ll tell Kory you were being mean to me.” You threatened your oldest brother.

Dick was both hurt and fearful because how could you even threaten him with something that awful and quite frankly, plain rude and ridiculous. He gave way better advice than Jason! Also, he knew Kory absolutely adored you ever since Bruce brought you to the tower that one time and would not hesitate to put him on punishment as well if she even thought he was being mean to you.

Jason was holding a smug look at your threat toward Dick, that is until your eyes landed on him. “Jason, I know where you keep all of your limited edition books, especially your prized signed copy of Pride & Prejudice. We certainly don’t want that getting in the wrong hands, now do we,” You said, turning to your second oldest sibling. Jason was surprised, and slightly impressed, though also terrified. How could you know?!

You turned to your blood-related brother, who held a bit of an overconfident look as there wasn’t anything you could have over him that would have him actually following your orders. “And Damian, I’m sure you don’t want dear old Dad to know what happened at school last week, now do you?” You said, playing slightly with your fingernails while ‘innocently’ rocking back on your feet as if you weren’t blackmailing your siblings. For noble reasons, of course. They need their sleep!

Your brother was both shocked and angry at your statement. How did you even know about that? The look on his face, well, let’s just say it wasn’t friendly, not in the slightest.

But, to no one’s surprise except your dad, all your siblings silently trudged upstairs without another word.

Bruce looked at you and Alfred with a raised eyebrow as you turned back to face your brooding father, only now you could see his brooding look had a hint of questionable curiosity and amazement.

“You too, daddio. It’s bedtime, yo.” You rhymed. Apparently, not only was everyone’s sleep tracker, but you had a bit of flow with it too. Someone should get you a record deal.

You gave your dad a slight hug, your head barely reaching above his waist. You still had growing to do! You’d get there eventually.

Walking back toward the entrance, you also made sure to stop and give the butler a fist bump since he was your secret partner-in-crime. How else would you know where to hit to get your brothers to fall in line? with a slight hug to his side before heading back towards the entrance.

“Thanks, Alfred,” You said!

“Anytime, Master Y/N.”

Bruce eyed you both suspiciously before he realized what was going on as he watched your small body bounce up the stairs.

“Really? You’re in cahoots with my son, Alfred?”

“Why, Master Bruce, I’m offended. I’d say it was more of a beneficial partnership. Cahoots is for the reckless.” Alfred responded jokingly.

The age-old ending to every mystery novel plays out again, the butler did it.

Though, Bruce was still impressed by how easily your brothers listened to you without a second thought. It takes him a few tries just to get a sentence through their head, and that’s if they were actually listening to him that time.

“Wow, he got Jason to listen to him? I still can’t get Jason to greet me without looking him looking like he wants to punch my lights out.” Bruce commented.

“He has your commanding tone, sir,” Alfred said before backing up the manor himself, “I wouldn’t let Master Y/N catch you back down here, though. I heard he’s got some especially dirty leverage on you.”

Bruce suddenly decided to look at the clock, “Guess it is a little late,” He muttered before rushing upstairs himself.

Speaking of Jason, your relationship with the second adopted Wayne kid had more of a special touch. The Red Hood persona was the brother you really looked up to. You liked and respected how he branched out and followed his own path. Of course, Dick technically did the same, but considering everything Jason went through, he had to be one determined fucker to return to the very life that killed him. And, even though you don't necessarily agree with his 'strategies', you were always standing in his corner.

Though, Jason didn’t take well to you at first. In fact, because Damian left such a bad taste in his mouth after they met; when you two were introduced, he literally ran upstairs and screamed at Bruce about how he was the biggest hypocrite in the world for all those lectures he gave him and Dick about using protection. Richard silently agreed, also remembering his first meeting with Damian.

Determined to not live with a Damian 2.0, and also thinking he was saving you from a life full of trauma because, in his mind, no one deserved to be raised by someone like Bruce Wayne, Jason attempted to take you down to child protective services.

Your father was very unhappy when he got a call from CPS later that day and he could clearly hear you sobbing on the other side of the phone just as Jason walked through the front door. He was not the least bit ashamed, at least until you came home and he saw how upset you were.

He apologized and decided to give you a chance, thinking since the whole ordeal actually had you crying, you had to somewhat have a soul, unlike Damian. After some time, you got really close with each other.

Jason taught you how to fight and defend yourself. He’d read you stories at night from some of your favorite books as well as your own, and he’d always get Damian to back off if he decided to pull another one of his scare antics on you.

Your second eldest brother was your get-out-of-jail card too, whenever Bruce punished you for something. Though, sometimes, it may have just been better to take the punishment than let Jason pull you into whatever shenanigans he was planning. Considering the fact you and he managed to put an entire city without power for two nights somehow.

"How did you two manage to short-circuit the entire electrical grid in New York?" Bruce asked with you two standing side by side, looking like you just finished sleeping on top of a giant summer barbeque grill.

You both looked at each other before turning back to your stern-looking father, Damian mirroring his expression with his arms crossed and tapping his feet.

"Would you believe us if we said it started over a debate of how to eat fries with ketchup?"

Bruce slapped his forehead to his palm while Damian called you idiots. Tim got that curious look on his face, and Dick couldn't stop laughing for 15 minutes.

Now, your eldest brother, he was definitely someone you could count on no matter what. Being the oldest and having the most Bruce experience out of everyone, he always helped you deal with your Brucie problems or ‘daddy issues’ as you'd like to say.

Truth be told, every kid in this family had daddy issues.

As mentioned before, Dick was your movie-watching buddy, he helped you with your homework and always assisted with any life issues you had going on. No matter how many times you may have threatened the Nightwing persona with such, you always went to him for advice, and there was never really a moment you could think of where you regretted it.

He also helped you learn how to be more agile and light on your feet with your fighting. While your second eldest brother taught you how to use brute force and strength in situations, he gave you the acrobatic style of lessons. Where Bruce and Jason were direct and serious, Dick taught and showed you how to be more of the opposite.

And, whenever Jason wasn't around to get Damian off your back, you'd go to him since he was basically his second dad.

You and Dick together were like two chatty Cathys on drugs. One moment, you could be talking about the movie you were watching, then you’d get into a debate over onion rings vs french fries, somehow landing in politics, somehow ending up in a political debate only to end with the "Are we even real" conversation. And for whatever reason, you swore you could hear Tim itching in his seat whenever that conversation came up.

That boy goes down a lot of YouTube rabbit holes at 2 AM when he’s bored on patrol or not doing anything.

Now, one brother on their own was one thing. Two? Someone was calling the police. Three and you may have to check if your life insurance policy is still good. All four? Pray.

Since you now were officially the youngest, a title Damian was actually happy to pass on despite his warnings to Bruce, that meant you got the most of the teasing, even if it mostly came from your blood-related sibling. But his version of teasing tended to leave you with trips to your therapist so you could do without them.

However, one rule all your siblings and family stuck by, no one, and I mean NO ONE, not even in the Justice League or Titans/Young Justice teams, could mess or pick with you except them.

Everyone in the family was very protective over you. You were surprised to see even Alfred was on that list, though you learned quickly the butler was not one to be fucked with.

You distinctly remember that one time the Batcave got invaded and Batman made you hide in one of the saferooms, you saw on one of the video monitor screens Alfred whacking the shit outta them with just a rifle.

For that reason, among others, you took a mental note to be careful with how you complimented his cooking in the future.

But seriously, if anyone messed with you, and your family found out, Hell itself would be scared of what would break loose from your home.

A bully from school started picking on you and calling you names and you didn't tell your brothers about it, wanting to handle it on your own. Besides, you could defend yourself. They taught you well.

Until the fateful day you came out as gay, bi, pan, etc., and he called you names that your father wouldn't even repeat, and that man had the title of a playboy.

Well, word spread around the school and got back to Damian, who went back and told your other brothers.

By the next day, Dick had shredded every thread of that boy's confidence. Tim hacked the school files, got his address, and framed him for changing grades in the school. Jason used said address Tim got to pay a trip to the kid's place and shot bullet holes in all his clothes when no one was home. And well, let's just say Damian almost went to jail.

Of course, Bruce was pissed when he found out and had to intervene, but when Damian admitted the reason he nearly got arrested, your father upped his allowance.

Only God could imagine the terror that would unfold the day you started dating.

Oh, and they all call you babybird which you despise.

Don't even get me started on your sisters.

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aimportantdragoncollector · 5 months

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I post comments on a lot of your fics and was typing up one about what if AFO watched Scarface instead of Captain Hero. Then the new leaks dropped.

I can't believe this could have been canon. It's a legit AU and not even a crack idea.

We could have a world where AFO took Kotaro from foster care and turned him into a druglord. By the way, he's not AFO. He's All For Drugs. AFD.

The kid eats expensive food every day, has a golden toilet, and there's drugs and money everywhere. There's a constant party lifestyle in AFD's mansion.

Kotaro looks around at this life, swallows a bite of Japanese A5 wagyu steak, and then redirects his anger.

A grown up, blinged out Kotaro is standing at the head of a massive gang of his enforcers. He's got a cane made of platinum in his hands and a grill in his mouth that spells out his name.

He's ranting at All Might about what a fool Nana and his dad were, because they wouldn't be bribed.

"You'll never understand what getting this money is like, All Might! You can't eliminate vice as long as humans live. You can't get rid of crime! But you can control it."

Kotaro asks him to name his price. All Might explains that he's impossible to buy.

All Might says he wants Nana back, and the other OFA holders too. He also wants all the people All For Drugs killed to be alive again. All Might asks if money can buy that.

He tells Kotaro that when you truly believe in something, you're willing to die for your beliefs. Your ideals are more important than you are. It doesn't make sense to Kotaro because he's selfish and has no higher values.

Kotaro calls him and fool and says that money are his morals. He asks what Nana, or the other OFA holders really got for all their defiance. They died like dogs and had nothing, and left behind people who cared about them. All they had to do was take bribes and they'd have been fine.

And so they're forced to fight.

AFD doesn't even care about OFA in this universe. What he wants is money, control, and power. He gave his brother a power so he'd understand what it's like when you can do whatever you want.

The guy didn't want to sell drugs. He ran off to join a vigilante organization. Yoichi got all his morals from Miami Vice in this universe. He, Second, and Third wear suits, drive fast sports cars and use guns.

AFD's calling people cockroaches and threatening to bury them. His last name isn't Shigaraki, it's Montana. He calls himself Tony.

Even after Kotaro's last stand, his kids are now part of AFD's empire.

This news that all of the boys morals came from fictional media can birth hundreds of AUs.

Especially ones based around divine intervention. Their story is like something out of roman myth.

I've never seen Scarface but that is a fun AU! It's interesting to imagine what could have happened if AFO had read different pieces of media instead of Captain Hero and based his life around them. I think it would have been funny if AFO and Yoichi had read a shoujo manga. Yoichi modeled himself after the male lead and became an arrogant ore-sama type, while AFO turned out normal because he empathized more with the second male lead. Or if they'd read an idol manga and AFO, who modeled himself off the villain, became a famous actor who liked to bully rookies. AFO read Star Wars and wanted to become Darth Vader but first he had to get into space, so he devoted his life to building spaceships. AFO read Charles Dickens and became a miserly businessman. Less harmlessly, AFO could have read a mythology book and started a cult. The possibilities are endless.

#bnha #All for One #Yoichi Shigaraki #bnha spoilers

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bharatiya-naari-sab-pe-bhaari · 2 years

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It is a common sentiment that anyone who loves Snape hates James. I don't think that's true.

At the very least, its not that in my case.

I don't hate James Potter.

I really don't have much opinion about him to be honest. He is far too stereotyped and basically is quite bland as a character for me to give any thought to. I kind of gloss over him most of the time. For me he is much like a plot device, necessary for certain events to have shaped in certain ways.

James Potter is Harry Potter's dad.

That's it. That's all.

He used to be a classic bully with a very narrow black and white mentality with a definite superiority complex when he was at school. He apparently grew up and out of it and married and had a kid and then died trying to save his family. All good, just one of those characters who help in the protagonist's character building by giving him or her a tragic back story.

Like the father of that prince or princess who inevitably gets brutally slaughtered by the villain at the beginning of each fairy tale weaving the sad origins of the said lead characters.

He doesn't have much importance or value other than that. [I mean Sirius Black can be told as having a better character build than him and he attempted murder at sixteen and was a charming rogue who is for some goddamned reason shipped with the person he very nearly got executed/incarcerated because of his stupidity.]

Whatever flavour of character has been added to James Potter by the self proclaimed Marauders fans is a result of their cooked up fanon versions.

It's just plain old fanfiction, made by fans for fans.

All well and good and no bother at all. It's your world and your imagination mate, I have nothing to say or complain about that as long as you stay in your bubble and do not encroach in mine.

I like Snape because he is a concoction of a boiling cauldron full of layers. He has a very colourful patchwork of traits which has made his character so morally ambiguous and so desperately humane that it is just the right amount of thrilling. And I am talking about canon Snape. People have made several fictional pieces about him diluting his bitterness a hundred fold and giving him a more soft look and that's okay. It's fandom at its best. I don't mind.

But I don't like the fanon version of Snape either.

I like him just the way he was shown.

Hooked nose, greasy haired, crooked teethed, ugly, cadaverous, sallow, reed thin, caustic, feral, mean, petty and brilliant.

I love his entire persona.

Such an unapproachable and unpleasant man.

So unlovable and irredeemable he seems yet how fiercely he can love and protect.

I like that notion.

That hidden, jealously guarded vicious strike of a dazzling white streak in his otherwise inky black and sludgy grey characteristics.

That is what I enjoy in him.

I have said this before and I am saying this now.

Fuck I don't care about what he has done and whether he should be forgiven and how unpleasant he can be as a person. I am so utterly entranced by the versatility and uniqueness of his character that noting else matters. He has such a colourful past and such a shady present.

How he is, the right hand for both pious and evil, forever dangling at the precipice of right and wrong, good and bad, light and dark.

Imagine a person never been appreciated, motivated, loved or even cared for. A person who probably has never even been touched with anything other than disgust or with the intention to hurt. Imagine taking such a wilfully and blatantly unlikable guy and turning him into this secret vigilante sort.

Severus Snape is not a likable man, not a pleasant one, has not always been a traditionally good one either.

But Severus Snape is an indescribably brave man. A dazzlingly brilliant, insurmountably genius, unwaveringly steadfast, ironically loyal, hilariously sarcastic, darkly humorous and undeniably powerful man.

His entire appeal lies in his ambiguity, in his wildly variant nature.

He is all jagged edges and sharp ends. Never fitting properly anywhere. Never wanting to conform to any norms.

That is why I like him.

I mean there is no comparison of characters between Snape and Potter. Snape has been explored and written, drafted and erased and rewritten and thought through a hundred times more than James ever has been.

So I really have no hate towards any of the Marauders including James Potter to be brutally honest.

I just don't find them interesting enough to spend time on liking or loathing. They don't engage me intellectually. As a writer they have been created quite generally and sadly type casted just as vaguely. A merry gang of handsome and likable boisterous schoolyard bullies who picked on the kid no one quite liked so were not seen as such anyways.

Bleh! That's half of my batchmates in high school.

Severus Snape on the other hand is too irresistible as a character for a writer like me to pass on. He challenges me and so I enjoy writing him. And he is ninety percent my internal monologue while reading the books so it just makes it easier.

Yeah.. so thanks for hearing my rant.. again.

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five-rivers · 3 years

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Imagine some villain with an age-regression fic who hits (pre-Kamino) Toshi with his quirk, expecting him to turn four or five but is instead faced with a tween/teen with attitude who has defended himself enough against bullies (or has already trained to receive ofa) to be more than a match for someone who usually fights preschoolers.

Toshinori wasn’t sure how he had gotten here, or, heck, what he was wearing for that matter, because man, he was swimming in it, but he knew a fight when he saw one, and the guy with the knife was aiming right at him. He sidestepped easily. He might not be able to afford club fees, but his spying on the martial arts club after school wasn’t for show.

His post-curfew extracurriculars might have helped, too. At least in the ‘not panicking when attacked with a knife’ and ‘ducking a blow from behind from an opponent you didn’t know was there’ categories.

Wow. That guy had a scary-looking quirk.

Instantly, he scolded himself. It wasn’t very heroic to think of someone’s quirk as scary, even if he was a quirkless teenage vigilante and the person in question was trying to kill him with his giant green chainsaw hands and spiky metalic face.

Mostly the hands, though.

“I thought you said he’d be young!”

“He is young!” said the other one. “Younger, anyway. It’s still an advantage. Take it!”

Toshinori braced himself to dodge. The baggy... whatever he was currently wearing was not going to be helpful in this endeavor, but the alternative was death, so...

He rolled across the uneven ground to pop up between the two villains. Both checked their attacks for Toshinori to pull his arm out of the oversized... jumpsuit? It might have been a jumpsuit... and grab a rock to fling at the smaller one.

It connected with the man’s forehead and knocked him to the ground. Toshinori had always been pleased with his hand-eye coordination.

The chainsaw man was a problem.

It was as he sized up chainsaw man and looked for escape routes that he saw the spectators.

... What? Spectators?

What were all those people doing here, watching a middle schooler get assaulted by two villains? It wasn’t safe! Shouldn’t they be running away?

Oh, heck, there were kids in that crowd.

Toshinori narrowly avoided dismemberment by chainsaw.

With the surrounding crowd, simply fleeing was not an option. Toshinori did not know why he was being attacked, so the man might switch targets at any time if Toshinori made himself too difficult to get to.

He couldn’t block a chainsaw. Not without a super-specialized armor suit.

Comparing relative physiques, the chainsaw man was a few inches taller and much, much more muscular than Toshinori. Not to mention the natural armor and the freaking chainsaws. Direct hand to hand combat did not favor Toshinori.

Were the chainsaws not part of the man’s body, he might have tried to trigger the emergency stop. But they were.

He dodged again, and the man’s chainsaw hands cleanly severed the street sign behind him. Oh, that could be useful- Or could it? He didn’t know how heavy street signs were. He might not be able to pick it up and going for it would make him vulnerable. But it would be long enough to get past-

He tripped.

Frick.

He was going to die. The most annoying part? He didn’t know why.

An incredibly loud noise ripped through Toshinori’s ears. He felt more than heard the chainsaw man hit the ground. He rolled over and scrambled to his feet, just in time to see a banana kick the chainsaw man in the face.

Well, not actually a banana. Just someone with very banana-like hair. A new hero? Had to be, with the way the spectators were cheering.

The hero cuffed the chainsaw man carefully, with a pair of adaptable cuffs (a new model!) and then turned to Toshinori with a strained smile.

“Hey, there, kiddo. What got you wrapped up in all of this?”

“Beats me, sir,” said Toshinori.

“No idea why you’re wearing All Might’s jumpsuit, either?”

“Whomst?”

The hero blinked. “Yeah, okay, listener, let’s get you off to the side here. We can wait until the police show up, yeah?”

“Yeah. Do you think I’ll have to tell my foster parents? Or if I can get my uniform back? I’ve only got the one.”

“You can put together a compensation request. The victims of villainy fund. what did you say your name was?”

“Uh, Yagi Toshinori, sir. Is this your debut? Or are you from another city? I’ve never heard of you before, which is weird because your quirk is cool. It was the sound, right? How did you do that?”

The hero muttered something that sounded like ‘green,’ but treated Toshinori to a broad smile. “Not quite my debut, listener! But, yeah, my name is Present Mic! I’ve just, uh, gotta put a call in to my boss.”

“Oh, sure. But do I have to stay? Only, I think I’m probably missing school.”

“You absolutely have to stay,” said Present Mic, opening his phone. “Do not leave.”

“Sure?”

“You’re probably under the effects of a quirk. Don’t panic.” Whoever was on the other side of the line apparently picked up. “Nezu, we have a problem.”

Huh. Nezu. Like the principal of UA? Was Present Mic a teacher?

This day kept getting weirder and weirder.

#bnha #ask #answer #prompt fill #prompt #boku no hero academia

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thequietmanno1 · 3 years

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Thelreads, Vigilantes 60, Replies Part 2

1) “Congratulations Aizawa, you’re the proud parent of a little angel, just make sure you teach your himbo boyfriends how to take care of him.”- It was good practice for future Eri… assuming he doesn’t accidentally give her cat milk on occasion because he has so much of it stocked up.

2) “An okay, surprisingly she didn’t went for any raunchy comment, and instead seems to be more focused on they breaking the rules for their own enjoyment, that’s interesting, did Midnight change her shtick later on? This one already seems to be more of a rebel than a perv.”- I see it more as her liberally enjoying her youth obsession since she’s, you know, actually young this time, rather than having a sort of creepy obsession/nostalgia for her younger years when she grows up. I kinda got the vibe that Midnight was somebody who never mentally moved on too much from her golden years at school, and whilst she’s matured and efficient as a hero and teacher in the present, her obsession with her past glories does tend to spring up a lot when she teaching kids, as it reminds her of happier times

3) “oh my god I just notice the costume she’s wearing-

Okay no, I remember that the main series did mention something about her earlier costume being… a tad too revealing, but jesus christ Midnight.”- I’m forced to question if the long coat is part of the costume, or just something she wears when she’s not about to enter battle, and she takes it off when fighting villains.

4) “Jesus fucking christ Midnight. Sure hope that coat is bulletproof, because it seems like defense wasn’t your concern when designing this. “- Midnight always struck me as a ‘glass cannon’ type- good in a prolonged fight due to her AOE effects allowing her to subdue opponents over a wide area if she can spread it out enough, but the fact she needs exposed skin for it to work properly means that her defences are accordingly thin, and she therefore needs to rely a lot on agility and just not getting hit at all in a pitched fight.

5) “Goddammit aizawa, nice one there you moron. “- He has not yet worked out his peak sarcasm levels in his early days, and often accidentally insults himself with his quips against those he’s mocking- hence why he hangs around with dim bulbs like Kumo and mic, because they tend to let those moments slide more often than not.

6) ““Bold” doesn’t even begin to cover it- much like the costume itself. Yeah this thing is extremely ridiculous, but honestly, it is something I can believe she would try to pull out before laws changed and she was forced to change it, it’s not like furuhashi tried to do something weird, oh no, she’s always been weird like that.”- One needs extreme confidence to go into battle wearing little more than some artistically-placed straps and a belt, and part of me really hopes she was wearing a speedo or something under that belt… I mean, she wouldn’t go that far, surely?

7) “Not gonna lie, the comedic timing on that one got me. I thought that it was years later, but oh no, it was immediately after Midnight became a pro hero it seems. Oh my fucking God Midnight were you the reason that this law was passed?!”- Indubitably. The profession of a hero is supposed to be an upstanding model of society. Midnight might have a model’s figure, but what her desired costume models for is very much not that. I’d say, ‘can you imagine what kind of heroes kids would be if she was an example to look up to?’ but we already got Mineta, so…

8) “Which is funny considering Captain Circlet back there didn’t mind that Cloudy had the cat in his desk through the whole class, but then again, he didn’t mind the boy stripping down in front of class, so maybe he just doesn’t give a fuck about anything.”- Between him and Izuku’s old schoolteacher not really stepping in to help with the blatant bullying going on right in front of him, I’d say the education system at large needs a heart transplant

This seems to be along the lines of the standard recruiting process.

9) “Ah- Wait a moment… Wasn’t Midnight holding a cat in the first chapter of the arc? Hold on, did Midnight really adopted the cat? I’ll need to go back and check-“- Huh, I completely forgot about that, but in my defence, by this point chapters were being released monthly.

10) “See Koichi? That’s how a responsible adult needs to dress like to be trusted with a cat, take notes of it.”-

… Excuse me, I just need to go burn some mental images of Koichi in a more revealing outfit that forced their way into my head in a garbage fire, please stand by.

11) “Oh okay nevermind that, it was actually Cloudy that said that, so what I said up there is rendered null by reasons of this boy is horny and thus his word should be discredited immediately.”- I mean, he can be horny for a girl and still have an accurate opinion of her pet-handling skills- or at least, his own lack of kills in comparison.

12) “Oh that’s really cool to know, that Mic was doing his own stuff on the radio even back there, that was a nice addition to his character. His radio work isn’t something that he picked up relatively recently, oh no, he was always into that, and he had a lot of practice to hone this craft.”- It also presumably fed into his ability to teach an English class, given how widespread English is an a spoken and singing language.

13) “Okay, you know, it was a long time since I last mentioned how Midnight resembles Bayonetta, but, look at that! She’s so damn similar to her I’m losing my mind- “- Honestly, I’d kinda like it if Midnight had Bayonetta’s hair/clothing gimmick- would give a reason for her to get so revealing in battle and show off a variety of ‘costumes’ to boot- though preferably not as revealing as her original try-outs.

14) “JESUS THAT WAS A BIT SUDDEN

I EVEN FORGOT THAT THIS WAS SUPPOSED TO BE THE FOCUS OF THE CHAPTER, EVEN THOUGH WE JUST TALKED ABOUT MIC GETTING AN AGENCY TO ACCEPT HIM”- Should we be worried about Midnight’s boss if he’s the kind of guy who’s willing to hire her even when her costume is like that?

15) “All in all, it was a fun chapter to read, even if there wasn’t much to it. I liked that I got to guess Cloudy’s weapon, but I still didn’t got confirmation on the quirk… But considering that he had that cat with himself all day long, even during their battle training, I’m starting to think that there’s no other way to explain how it works. Interesting, now there’s gonna be a ship between him and Midnight: The boy with a bottomless pocket and the girl with absolutely no pockets whatsoever.”- I mean, she had pockets. They were on the belt, and provided her a hell of a lot more coverage than the belt itself did.

@thelreads

#bnha vigilantes #bnha #thelreads #chapter replies #my hero academia #vigilantes 60

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hiro-gari · 3 years

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This is just my usual random thought:

We already had many headcanons of Garou as hero partner for Badd, or as a villain, or sometimes as a vigilante. But what if Garou never becomes any of that and just stay as a civillian only?

So I was thinking the possibility of Garou staying as a civillian is where Garou and Badd had met back then in their childhood era. Like, if kid Badd comes to protect kid Garou from the bullies and giving kid Garou a little hopes that not all of the "heroes" are bad because Badd is always be there for him.

Of course Garou still not convinced enough to completely changed his mind about heroes in general, but at least he would let Badd pursuing a career as professional hero. Despite Badd getting involved into something that Garou hated all along, he could never hate Badd himself. Because Badd is his bestfriend and such great example of "ideal hero", Garou has good faith on him to do the right job.

Now I was thinking since his intention to be a monster was lessened thanks to Badd's influence, Garou would be focusing on becomes the greatest martial artist since he loves the sport so much and it's really good practice to protect himself or people from any bullies. Badd was 100% encouraged him about that, he would definitely comes to visit Garou on Bang's dojo during his training days or even on national tournaments whenever Badd was not on-duty to support Garou.

If Garou finally mastered his martial art skill, Bang would inherit his dojo and hand over his mentorship rights to Garou. At that time, Badd also had just promoted as one of S-Class Heroes in Hero Association. Both Garou and Badd pursuing their own career, with Garou as martial artist master/teacher and Badd as S-Class hero. Yet both of them still maintaining their friendship vl(and mutual pinings, ofc) very well.

One thing Garou disliked about Badd being a hero, was the fact that Hero Association always put him into a dangerous mission with little to no regard about his safety guarantee. Not to mention Badd is quite a reckless person who wont get back until he's done with his duty. Being selfless is a good trait for sure, but not when the situation could endanger himself.

That's why Garou always almost getting heart attack everytime he found out Badd got heavily injured after missions, or worst, ended up being hospitalized. He worried so much for his dearly bestfriend (and beloved crush), that it made Garou swore to strengthened himself so he can protect Badd when the mission gone awry.

Now imagine people in the city witnessed the S-Class Hero Metal Bat was often saved or assisted by this random strong civillian. Not the fellow registrated heroes, but THIS powerful handsome white-haired martial artist who was suddenly popped in into the battlefield out of nowhere and helping the delinquent hero. Then after all has finished, they're always bickering like old married couple about why the hero was so goddamned reckless or why did the martial artist intervened his job in random moment.

Sometimes people saw the martial artist would immediately left before Metal Bat scolding him, or the martial artist would bridal-carried the unconscious injured Metal Bat and running towards nearby hospital for getting immeadiate help.

Later on, Badd was desperately asking Garou, why didn't he becomes a hero when all the things he has done is to help people, since Garou has real good potential as professional hero. Garou said he was still disliking the heroes system, thus he would never comes for Hero Association to offer himself as their members. He hates them and doesn't need their approval or their money. Garou doesn't care about it all.

It doesn't matter if he wasn't registrated as official hero members at all, as long as he still can help and save Badd or weak people in need, it's totally alright for Garou. Because Badd is one of few people he really cares about, and Badd is very important to Garou because Garou loves him so much.

As soon as he confessed his feeling, Garou hugged his beloved childhood hero tightly, whispering how much Badd means to him in his life and how deep he has fallen in love with Badd. That he was afraid of losing Badd one day because his recklessness or some accident caused by HA's negligence, that he truly cares for Badd and his well-beings and he will absolutely makes sure to keep Badd safe no matter what.

The sudden love confession from Garou surprised Badd, yet he feels so happy that his bestfriend actually also has the same feeling as him after these years. With sincere bright smile, Badd thanking Garou for everything he has done for him and said that Garou is his "Hero", then he holds the wolfboy's face with so much tenderness before kissing Garou softly on his lips.

That was the moment Garou nearly crying in happiness, because he finally have someone saying that he deserved to be called as a Hero, and he has someone who loves him back..

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Notes:

This was just a short self-indulgent writing because I wanted to have AU headcanon where Garou stays as a normal civillian instead of pursuing his need to become a monster because of Badd's influence to him as childhood hero.

So here we are: Childhood Frienda S-Class Hero Badd & Civillian Martial Artist Garou AU! 👏😎

I think the idea of Garou popped in out of nowhere and swooped in to help Badd in the middle of mission kinda amused me 😆

Also, please think about this: a young Martial Artist Master prodigy Garou teaching kids (including Tareo!) in Bang's dojo as main job, and assisting Badd in dangerous mission as side job (he still wont register as pro-hero, though) 👀👀✨

Any other thought about this headcanon? If there's any, it's okay to tell me 😳💦👉👈

That's all I can write for today!

I don't know if there's still people who wants to read my writings, but I really appreciate anyone who still willing read this dumbass random nonsense 😚🙏💖

I'll try to keep going on making crumbs of Batarou contents for the fandom! 💪😤👍✨ Wish me luck I wont get burnout since lately I got distracted by other fandom (still haven't make any content yet for it but I'm getting the hype 😆🎉)

Thank you so much for always listening and reading my silly headcanons, hope you guys have a nice day~ 😘❤💜💙💚💛💖💝🌸🌻💐

-Little1993lamb-

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~Lilia:

DO U REALIZE WHAT THIS MEANS

*whispers* G-Garou Sensei 😩👌✨ I’ve got goosebumps rn

Imagine Badd calling him that teasingly or when Garou’s giving him an earful for being so reckless😜 “Whatever you say Garou Sensei” oml he’d get so flustered about it!!

This idea is so sweet though 🥺 instead of becoming a hardened criminal he’s just the slightly aloof martial arts guy who has a soft spot for kids and one particular hero 😌 I love it!! 💕 And ofc I’ve always thought he’d make a great teacher, especially for kids who were bullied like him, or are weak and insecure for whatever reason. He’d never turn anyone away, especially because he remembers what an impact meeting someone like Badd (a friend to stick up for him and encourage him) had on him as a kid 💖

TYSM ANON!! 💕😘 Always great to hear from you! Dw I fully support you no matter what fandom you’re in, if you’re hype about something you should go for it!! I’ll still be in this fandom chillin whenever you wanna come talk about stuff 😆 Though I rlly hope you don’t get burned out from it 😖 Wishing you the best of luck and a great day!! 💗✨😚

#much love anon 💕#tysm #batarou #garou #metal bat #opm #au #emoji anon #submission

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flushed-for-the-trolls · 3 years

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Why I, a MHA fan, dislike the show

I’m posting this here because when I posted this on the MHA sub, I got eaten alive and every syllable scrutinized more harshly than a piece of legal documentation. You just can’t criticize this show. At. All. So here I am, on here, trying to do the same thing. I’m gonna condense my issues and only mention a few of them.

My first issues is character development. There ain’t any. There’s Bakugou and Endeavor... And that’s it? In terms of meaningful change, that’s it. I know some class 1a kids have a mini arc, but they don’t ultimately impact the story at all, so I don’t count them, they’re footnotes in the broad story, they’re just light adjustments to these characters, Yaoyorozu’s loss of confidence, Uraraka feeling like she failed and her motivations of becoming a hero, they all are set-ups for the B plot of the episodes, and are never brought up again, for this reason, I only consider those two to have any proper character development, as they span multiple episodes and seasons, and have an impact on the story itself

My second issue is Midoriya: He’s just not that interesting, is he? He had his character development in the first episode, and by the third episode, he immediately forgot what made him interesting, it was that he was an underdog, that he had a unique position in society as a formerly quirkless person given one of the best powers. In my eyes, the show would have been much more interesting if Midoriya became a vigilante superhero, reforming the broken system, and being a supporter of the quirkless, instead he became a one note character that just... Saves the day, need to put on a show? Deku to the rescue! Need to beat an A* villain? Deku can do it! Midoriya can do literally anything and everything, he’s overpowered to the peak and it makes for a boring show and protagonist when there are no actual stakes in any given battle, the final line is “and this is the story of how I became the number 1 hero”. Great way to shoot yourselves in the foot guys, now I know Midoriya will basically never die, never be incapacitated, and there is no threat to him that will yield serious, life changing consequences. Even when I was enamored by the show I never once considered Midoriya to be in any danger.

My third issue is poorly handled sensitive topics: Bullying in MHA is handled with such abysmal care I question if the writers even knew what the word meant. The world through the eyes of Midoriya, he’s been bullied ever since he was quirkless, called ‘Deku’ and tormented relentlessly. He’s been miserable, his dreams have been shattered, and no one cares, no one listens- Oh, way, what’s that? A girl said “it sound’s like ‘you can do it’?” Forget all the immense trauma and feelings of self doubt and inadequacy, it’s all good babeh! There’s no development, it’s all shoved to the side and without the slightest bit of care, they didn’t even give us 5 minutes to soak it in, nope, tactfulness? Who’s she? As you may imagine, I do have a bit of a bias against IzuOcha, BUT, just to be clear, I’d hate ANY canon (or likely canon) ship that uses bullying in such a scummy way. And make no mistake, that’s what this is, a scummy, crude, and shameless use of bullying as fuel for a pairing.

This felt weird to include in the same paragraph, so I made a new one. The other form of abuse that’s been approved is Rei throwing scalding water on her sons face. All I will say is, If Dabi’s actions aren’t excused through abuse, neither are Rei’s. Rei abused her son, if we saw that case in the real world, we’d be outraged and demanding the harshest penalty. Rei hurt her kid, no matter what the reason is, she hurt a child that looked up to her, she’s a bad person and a bad mother, and Shoto shouldn’t have been apologizing to her, or seeking forgiveness. Rei was the victim of a monster, but she also became a monster and hurt her own child, nothing excuses this behavior. Nothing.

My final issue? The Fandom. Dear god can this fandom not accept criticism, people seem to be of the mindset that to like something is to defend it with your life. My first paragraph wasn’t a joke, people scrutinize the shit out of anything negative and will pull things out of their ass to dispel criticism, people can’t take a critical look at the series and say “yeah, it flopped in some areas, but I still like it in spite of its flaws”. Almost everyone on my post refused to acknowledge ANY faults and often got real damn combative when I was nothing of the sort, people claimed I wasn’t a true fan because I said the show was bad, as if being a fan of a show means that you must never have an issue with the show you like... Ridiculous. I used to scoff at the idea that a toxic fandom could drive you out of loving a show, oh how wrong I was

Don’t get me wrong, I still have a love for aspects of the show, but my love for it has severely diminished because of the antics of the fandom. If this post gave off vibes of incredible agitation, first, I apologize, that wasn’t my intent, and second, that’s the result of not being able to talk with others about issues with mutual interests. I understand some people may disagree, and that’s fine, but could we, like, be civil about disagreement, jk, jk, unless...

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hi, ariana! if the losers were a superhero group what would their powers be and how would they have gotten together? would they be popular as heroes or would they be considered vigilantes/menaces?

Hi!!! I had a lot of fun with this, thank you for sending it in Jack! 🤗

Powers - I honestly kinda struggled here and couldn't choose just one for some (also warning, some are about to be very unoriginal :')

Bill - Super strength (imo it's very useful but also... kinda basic??? it just feels right 😂) + force field generation

Ben - Invisibility

Bev - Pyrokinesis + telepathy

Eddie - Super speed

Mike - Memory manipulation + Panmnesia

Stan - Zoolingualism (?? basically just the ability to communicate with animals bec!! imagine him with an army of loyal crows! he would always have a friend, this reddit thread is literally Stan living his best life :')

on top of that, just mind reading in general. He'd probably have a never again rule set in place after making the mistake of reading Richie's once. the material for that is endless 👌

ALSO, I'm being greedy but I'd love for him to have serenity inducement (here's to hoping that I'm getting all these powers/words right 😂)

Richie - Telekinesis + Teleportation (he would have so much fun with it)

Popular as heros or as vigilantes / menaces?

I think out of all of them Bill would definitely be a popular hero. I can see him actively and constantly seeking out situations where he can help people.

While for the other losers, I can see them just trying to lead normal lives. I don't think they would be all that interested in being put on a pedestal or in a spotlight (of any kind). And it's not to say that they wouldn't use their powers to help someone out if need be, just that they wouldn't go out of their way with a purpose of finding something/someone to save.

But also!!! because of Bill, they would find themselves often tagging along to make sure his dumbass doesn't die 😂 like one week it could be bill, richie & bev, and another just bill & eddie or ben etc depending on whatever he's trying to accomplish

Apart from that I think they all could easily end up being seen as vigilantes/menaces at some point. They would 100% set out to change/fix a system that they see actively harming people instead of helping, and because of that it would be a toss up on who sees them as a hero or vigilante/menace.

How they came together:

This is where I both blanked and somehow ended up over complicating it 😭

my brain refused to imagine them ever being separate and unaware of each other, so I was going to stick with them being school/childhood friends

but then I thought of a sky high situation where powers (if any at all) come in randomly throughout teenage years

So for this version powers would come in from age 17-20. The losers would be completely unaware of each other & Georgie still would've died as a kid, but instead by getting hit by a car while out playing. Bill would have a constant need to try and save people and it would later on be a double edged sword because:

I thought it would be fun to bring Pennywise into this. The losers would each have a neibolt version of themselves that would come out once their powers came in. They'd mirror their abilities, but would only be as strong as the individual loser based on however much they'd use/practice their power.

(I would probably have to change Stan's power to shape shifting for this to justify the random spider head running around town 😂)

Every single loser would end up being viewed (/framed) as a vigilante/menace of varying extents at some point. And because of Bill's power usage, Neibolt Bill would end up on top- both with being the strongest and fucking up the most shit around town 😭

The neibolt crimes would start out extremely small, like barely even punishable or noticeable aside from those around to actually witness it due to the losers themselves newly having powers.

But as it would add up the losers would begin to receive more and more dirty looks from peers & strangers and rumors would eventually follow. The losers would get so used to being accused of shit at a certain point that it would just roll off their backs. They'd probably chalk it up to bullies targeting them.

For Richie maybe it would even result in a cop visit to his house- but with nothing more coming of it due to having a solid alibi.

It would be annoying but bearable up until the moment that the rumors got swapped out for video evidence as the crimes became more and more frequent + serious.

I feel like Ben, Mike, and Stan wouldn't surpass the rumor phase while Bill, Richie, Bev and Eddie's neibolt half would definitely land themselves on tape due to their excessive power usage in comparison.

I love Eddie, he's my favorite character but the idea of him being the first of them to end up on tape is sending me. And it wouldn't even necessarily be over anything crime related, but something extremely embarrassing. Like imagine his neibolt self being found casually lounging in a dumpster on trash day and making the news over it. Just a story along the lines of "halted trash collections earlier this morning due to grimy teenager (Derry news would be that shitty imo 😂) found asleep in a dumpster. We're told that workers had to forcibly remove him after twenty minutes of refusal to leave"

And with his powers, Neibolt Eddie would've zipped away as soon as he was set on the ground before anyone could've even done anything with him or offered to take him somewhere.

...I am once again making a disclaimer that I love Eddie dearly, because what if the night before that he had done a little act of rebellion against Sonia & dyed his hair blonde, which in turn just ended up making him look even more guilty 😭

Okay, now for how they actually end up meeting:

For everything to work Bill would probably have to be one of the last to get powers (otherwise he'd end up on the news within months due to his usage & it wouldn't work for how I want it to play out)

Bev and Richie would definitely be one of the first two to get their powers & meet. Richie would randomly teleport into the convenience store she was working at, all out of breath and crouching behind some shelves. Initially she'd be spooked by his random pop in but would take pity, whether it was out of boredom or curiosity, and offer him a hiding space behind the counter (which he'd immediately accept & hop over for some reason despite probably being able to teleport behind it). After some small talk and Richie telling her that he was being chased by Bowers over some shit he didn't do, they'd come to find the common ground of being the brunt end of recent Derry high rumors and from there they'd stick together.

They would later track down the others (minus bill & eddie) by following frequent rumors with the goal of seeing if the same shit was happening to them as well.

6/7 losers would only realize that everything probably wasn't exactly a rumor once the crimes start getting recorded/aired. They would have Eddie's experience on the news to support the "devil duplicate" theory they'd come to after seeing Bill Denbrough, Derry's beloved hero and now apparent villain make the news. From there they'd set out to track down Bill to find out wtf is happening.

my brain is absolutely f r i e d, but I'm jumping back to go over how they found Eddie as a treat for myself :')

there are 2 versions, not all that different from each other, but one just really highlights Eddie's (knowingly or not) continuous pining over Richie. It 100% follows his neibolt dumpster news report & unfortunate hair-dying-timing.

Scenario #1 is Richie and Bev walking into the theater to see a (much cleaner!) blonde Eddie. Beverly would manage to keep Richie from immediately running up into his row, but would find her efforts useless five minutes into the previews when he teleports himself into a seat next to Eddie, nearly scaring him half to death. He'd playfully lean on the arm rest with a dopey smile like

"I personally favor the dumpsters up in Bangor but hey, I'm all for going local if you'd like to show me around sometime."

(??idk.idk.idk 😂 originally his opener was just "hey, weren't you on the news recently?" but eh). So anyways, Eddie would be a mess, nearly popping a blood vessel but would later find himself near tears of laughter due to Richie's commentary throughout the movie. Bonus if he tried holding in his laughter out of spite to the point that he broke with a full on snort and turned to see Richie staring straight ahead at the screen, red cheeked & beaming, already preparing his next joke.

Scenario #2 is that Richie works at the Aladdin for the concession stand and recognizes Eddie as he steps up to pay. Opening with "I dig the new look" (referring to his hair that's now growing brown at the roots) and Eddie's confused because he's 98% sure that he's never seen this person before but it clicks immediately as Eddie watches the shit eating grin grow on Richie's face. Eddie, wanting nothing more than to run away again, simply stays put and mumbles out that it wasn't him

And the last response he ever expects to hear is an "okay", sounding just genuine enough for him to look up and see a much softer smile.

It would catch him off guard, having someone finally believe him, or at least not openly fight him on it (even if he's sure that Richie is just humoring him) that he'd often find himself showing up to the theater thirty minutes before his movie, just hovering over the stands by Richie. Clinging to the excuse that it was just someone to talk to while he waited away from the harsh summer weather and the grips of his mother.

Panic wouldn't set in until the day that Richie asks him what movie he's waiting for and completely blanks, not having the slightest clue until peeking down at his ticket.

#hopefully this wasn't too hard to follow or repetitive #i tangled myself up in a web 😭 im going to cringe at this later (but seriously this was a lot of fun!)#the losers club #it #death tw #neibolt losers

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wickedsrest-rp-archive · 3 years

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Name: Gabriel Rivera Species: Bugbear Occupation: College Student Age: 20 Years Old Played By: Simona Face Claim: Alberto Rosende

“No, no, no, don’t run! I didn’t mean to scare anyone! I mean, I meant to scare them, not you! I’m one of the good guys, I swear!”

When his mom sat him down to have “the talk” Gabriel was 18, right after graduation. Later than she would have liked, Cristina had to admit, but she’d wanted Gabriel to live a normal life for as long as possible.

Of course, that had never been an option for Gabriel: when your biggest interests are horror movies and playing games in your basement people tend to label you as “the weird kid” and leave you alone. And when even just your presence is enough to make people feel uneasy and like something’s about to jump them in the dark there’s a good chance you might even end up on the wrong side of a few fistfights every now and then: fight or flight, after all, is the natural response to fear.

Gabriel spent most of his childhood on his own, reading or playing games while his classmates were outside. A few times he’d been invited to play Hide and Seek, but for some reason whenever Gabriel joined those games weird things always happened, and kids ended up crying about giant spiders, or killer clowns, or what have you. It wasn’t long before they’d stopped inviting Gabriel altogether.

In high school things didn’t improve for him: people wouldn’t believe Gabriel when he told them about the dead people haunting the gym, and even the small group he managed to put together to play DnD and Vampire The Masquerade ended up disbanding after most of the players ran away from his basement screaming in fear.

He soon learned that he was different from most people, even though he wasn’t sure what that meant, and he did his best to keep his head low, keep his “imaginary friends” to himself and fit in. Most of his peers mocked him or downright bullied him, and the only moment of solace for him was when he got lost in books, movies, games… Places where the extraordinary became ordinary, seeing invisible people was not so unexpected and an adorable pet snake named Mr. Snuggles wasn’t weird at all.

After Cristina finally told him the truth, Gabriel was relieved: there was nothing wrong with him, all his peculiar habits and interests, and even the way people tended to have terrifying visions in his presence were absolutely normal. You know, for a bugbear.

His father was one as well, and he’d told Cristina exactly what it meant before disappearing when Gabriel was just a child. While she couldn’t exactly teach Gabriel how to tap into his powers, Cristina’s second-hand knowledge was enough to explain to him the basics of what he was. At first Gabriel wasn’t too keen on the idea of having to scare innocent people to feed, but hey, he also knew first hand that some people deserved a good scare every now and then, and feeding from them was not that bad. Ok, ok, it was rad.

He took a year to himself, to learn about his nature, how to feed, how to turn, and how to generally avoid trouble… He was never a good learner, and eventually people in Bangor started to become suspicious, enough that he decided to move to White Crest to avoid putting his mom in danger. He’d heard great things about UMWC, and if rumors were true there’d be plenty of people to learn from and help, and even more people to keep his hunger at bay: granted, he couldn’t be certain that people in White Crest would be as awful to awkward, shy teenagers as the kids he grew up with, but Gabriel was pretty sure jerks weren’t a Bangor exclusive.

Who knew, maybe he could teach those bullies a lesson, taste of their own medicine and all that. He could become like one of the heroes in his games, and he’d even get to act like the villains in his favorite movies. Best of both worlds, really.

Character Facts:

Personality: Awkward, good-natured, excitable, nervous, naïve, obsessive, idealistic, funny in a self-deprecating way, has a big imagination

He’s a self-proclaimed nerd, and will talk your ear off if you ask about his favorite games. Board games, video games, tabletop games… Just… Don’t mention games around him unless you’re ready to waste a couple of hours of your life.

He doesn’t like to scare people that don’t deserve it, so he often goes looking for trouble with the specific intent of finding a “deserving victim”. Basically a vigilante, but way too awkward and impulsive to be any good at it. He’s also still not the best at controlling his bugbear abilities, especially when he’s hungry.

He enrolled in UMWC because he read online about the many legends surrounding campus, and he’s made it his mission to investigate every single one of them.

His father was (is?) a bugbear, but neither Gabriel nor his mom know where he is now. He left when Gabriel was young, and his mother never really talked much about him, not until she told him the truth about what he was. Gabriel always says she’s worth two parents, so he never really minded his father’s absence too much.

Despite being aware of the supernatural world he doesn’t know much about it outside of bugbears: his very human mother did her best to let him have a regular, boring, average life. Gabriel kinda resents her for that.

#retired

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Vigilante AU where All Might never gets the chance to catch up with Izuku to ask him to be his successor and Izuku, gives up on his dreams of being a hero. He gives up and never applies to UA and instead goes to a regular high school, intent on finding a different more realistic dream like All Might told him to. Only problem is that Izuku is accidentally always there when a villain attacks. Old habits really do die hard and Izuku keeps finding himself on the scene where villains are because it just became second-nature for him to get there to analyze everything. The minute he gets there his feet move by themselves and he does his best to help. At first, he’s more of a hindrance than help but as time goes by he gets better. He begins to learn how to fight and how to use his ability to think quickly and analyze a situation to make the most of a bad situation. No matter how many times he tells himself that yesterday was the last time he would do it, he keeps finding himself in situations where he’s saving people.

Pretty quickly, Izuku goes viral. He’s always described as a plain kid with messy green hair and red sneakers but no one knows who he is. They end up calling him the mysterious vigilante until one day someone asks him what his name is as he’s running away from a scene and he yells “Midoriya Izuku.” The end part of his name was drowned out by police sirens or something so they just hear Midori and everyone thinks that’s his codename. Overnight it explodes and they now call him The Mysterious Vigilante: Midori. Izuku is still shunned by a lot of people even in his new school because he’s quirkless, so no one really puts it together.

Time passes and Izuku gives up on lying to himself and decides to accept that he is now a vigilante. In his mind, saving people is still saving people regardless of whether he’s a prohero or a vigilante. He creates a costume that protects him but also has all sorts of gadgets he can use to help others. In order to pay for it though he sold most of his All Might memorabilia. Inko thinks that Izuku is finally getting over his fanboy obsession and she also doesn’t want to think about how similar Midori is to her own Izuku so she doesn’t comment. She just patches him up and if she buys more supplies for their first aid kit, she doesn’t comment. If she purposely makes it easy for Izuku to sneak in and out so be it. Maybe she does eventually face it and sits him down and they talk about it and she makes sure that he gets martial arts lessons so he can protect himself properly. Sure she’s furious with her son but Izuku has a point when he says, “Technically, I’m not breaking the law because I’m not using a quirk in public.” Inko will do anything for her son and to make sure that he is safe and in a different universe that would have been trying to stop him from continuing at UA. But in this one, that means giving him the supplies that he needs to be safe and seeking out proheroes to tell them to protect teenagers at any cost.

Izuku makes it his mission to stick up for the little guy. If he sees someone being bullied he jumps in to stop it. This gives him a reputation as the children’s hero. Kids LOVE him because he’ll stick around and listen to them or hang out with them. He’ll talk to them and make them feel welcome because he never had that and he’d be damned if he let another person go through what he went through. He entertains their dreams and tells them that they can do it because no kid should be told their dreams are unrealistic. Adults, on the other hand, HATE him because he threatens the careful framework they’ve set in place. They have a hierarchy that they’ve meticulously upheld and with one simple teenager, it’s starting to fall apart. The Hero Commission calls for all acting heroes to seek him out and take him down. He’s labeled as a threat not because he’s hurting anyone but because he’s helping people. They demonize him but Izuku never stops helping people. He grits his teeth and forces a smile on his face.

But the funny thing is, no one ever realizes it’s Izuku because to everyone else, he’s just some quirkless nobody. He can’t be a threat. So despite the obvious, glaring similarities, no one turns him in because they can’t put two and two together. All he has to do is straighten up and square his shoulders and everyone thinks he’s another person. It also helps him shrink back into the crowd when he’s trying to hide because sure he has messy, green hair like Midori but it can’t be him right? He’s just a shy, nervous kid. He shrinks back when someone approaches him and is always so humble and kind. There is none of the biting sarcasm or sass that people see when Midori is interacting with proheroes or the police.

Izuku starts to meet some of the kids from UA that would have been his classmates in a different timeline. He meets Shouto first because the boy interned at Endeavor’s agency after feeling like he had no other choice. Endeavor had made it his mission to do anything to capture Midori and throw him in jail. Shouto is inevitably caught up in it by being an intern. Endeavor and by default, Shouto, are chasing Izuku and Izuku runs down an alley. Because Shouto is smaller and able to get through better, he is sent to chase after Izuku, even if he’d much rather be doing other things, like actually saving people instead of chasing after some random kid that was probably his own age. The two of them fight in an alley and Izuku can see Shouto is shivering. He knows that the boy has a fire quirk that he can use to help him but he’s refusing, so Izuku yells at him to go full force. This breaks a dam and suddenly Shouto is telling him everything he’s sobbing icicles. “IT’S YOUR POWER!!” Izuku shouts and lets himself be captured by Shouto. But he isn’t ever brought in to the police. Later Shouto will tell his father that Izuku got away and face the brutal training that’s in store due to his failure. But at that moment, Shouto’s life changes. Hope. For the first time in so long, he feels hopeful that he can be something other than his father’s puppet. He lets Izuku go but ask to exchange numbers so they can keep talking. They become quick friends and it’s with Izuku’s push that Shouto breaks out of his shell and slowly befriends his fellow classmates.

It happens quickly after this that Izuku meets Tenya and Ochako. Well runs into them really. He’s running away from the scene and Tenya and Ochako are tasked with finding him. They at first fall into the trap everyone else does and assumes that Izuku is an innocent bystander. They hit it off well and the three of them become fast friends. The three of them start to hang out on the weekends and Izuku asks them all about what they’re learning. They run to him sometimes on scenes but they just think that he lives nearby or goes to school nearby. During school, Shouto reaches out and becomes friends first with Tenya and Ochako. Soon the three of them are hanging out with Izuku on weekends. As Tenya and Ochako get to know Izuku the more they put the pieces together. It becomes so obvious to them that Izuku is Midori and suddenly they feel ridiculous for having not seen it, to begin with. They confront Shouto about it because he had a highly publicized run-in with Midori but Shouto is tightlipped. He would rather die an infinite number of increasingly painful deaths than betray his first...well whatever Izuku was to him. Knowing they won’t get anything out of Shouto they go to Izuku. They ask if he’s Midori. Izuku’s reaction is surprising. He smiles and has a fond look on his face. He tells them a story that Shouto heard on top of a rooftop in the middle of the night while the two were stargazing. Izuku tells them a story about a quirkless kid, who always dreamed of being a hero. It’s a story of a kid constantly bullied and abused for being different, for being disabled, for being quirkless. In this story, he meets his hero but is let down by him but can’t hold it against him because he understands the world he lives in now. A world that he is hellbent on changing whether anyone likes it or not.

To say that Ochako and Tenya are surprised would be an understatement but when they see all the pieces together, it suddenly makes so much sense. It makes them wonder how they never saw it in the first place. They’re now faced with the dilemma, Shouto never considered. Do they turn in their best friend? Of course, they don’t. They can’t because Izuku had changed them all. Had made their lives so irrevocably different, better that they can’t imagine a world where they’d betray him. Together, Ochako, Tenya, and Shouto make it their mission to change their class’s minds about vigilantes. Sure they couldn’t change their teachers but they could change their peers. They have their class meet Izuku and they all love him. Well most of them do. When Bakugou meets Izuku, it’s with a growled, “Deku!” and an explosion. The rest of the class had met Izuku by then and had seen him nothing but soft-spoken and kind. Squared shoulders and a furious glint in his eyes, Izuku snaps and hits Bakugou in the only way he knows will work, “That’s not very All Might of you.” Bakugou explodes and goes for the attack but the rest of the class has Izuku’s back and sure Bakugou is strong but he can’t take on everyone in his class at once. “I’m a hero whether you like it or not,” Izuku mutters to Bakugou as he turns back to the rest of his new friends. But there is awe on every single one of their expressions.

They’ve realized he is Midori. Some of them have a more difficult time than others coming to terms with but they all come to the same conclusion. They won’t turn him in. They can’t. Not when he’s helped all of them and changed their lives. As they go through school, they fight more dangerous villains but they can count on Izuku to be by their sides when things get worse. What he lacks in professional hero schooling, he makes up in legitimate experience. The teachers and heroes are furious with their students/interns because they’re supposed to capturing the vigilantes not fighting alongside them.

It’s a long time before All Might meets Izuku again but that doesn’t mean that he’s been oblivious the entire time. He had a feeling from the first headline that read “Mysterious New Vigilante Saves Day!” that it was the same kid that had caused him to act when the Sludge Villain was there. All Might read every single article and kept tabs on Izuku the best he could. He tried several times to meet up with Izuku but Izuku thought that All Might wanted to capture him, so he evaded him. When All Might finally does meet Izuku, it’s after a particularly serious villain attack. There is nowhere for Izuku to run and he knows he finally has to face the man that started him on this course in the first place. A large yet gentle hand rests on Izuku’s shoulder and Izuku thinks he might vomit from nerves. His entire body is shaking but he stands his ground and looks All Might in the eye. “I was wrong,” All Might says. “You have always been a hero. May I fight alongside you?” Tears stream down Izuku’s face as he throws his arms around All Might. For someone so large, he gives gentle and reassuring hugs.

#Izuku Midoriya #Shouto Todoroki #All Might #Ochako Uraraka #Tenya Iida #Bakugou Katsuki #Class 1A #BNHA #tododeku #if you squint it's tododeku?#Vigilante AU

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revrevrew-writblr · 4 years

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The Super-Cast

The Main Cast

Hero Villain Vigilante Thief Super Villains Super Hero Detective Mad Scientist

The Supporting Cast

Reporters Boss The bank tellers The way I look at it is that you either have to be really stupid to have a bank in a world that is constantly being robbed by people with super powers, or you have to be really strong. So no banks or heavily fortified banks. So thus the bank teller is one of the most powerful people on the city. What powers do they have? Do they live a solitary life? Do they feel justified in working at a bank instead of saving the city like other supers? Are they thousands of years old or brand new? Is it passed down from generation to generation or simply randomly inherited power? Do they bond with the bank house? Does the bank choose them?

Like one day you walk into a bank, and then super villain comes in and kills the bank teller. The bank is like Yooooooou shall be my new bank teller! And now you have to learn these awesome powers and take on super villain. AND what if you got captured!?? Do your powers travel with you???

Coworkers Civilians Sidekicks Parents Siblings Random not-named side characters The Villain Wrangler Mentors Lovers Organization leaders Friends The Enforcer The Fall Guy The police Detectives? Technically they don’t fight. They would like, follow the trail of breadcrumbs and look up to see Villain and be like ‘oh my! What have I gotten myself into!’

Courtroom people? Lawyers Judges Jury OOOOooo imagine the Villain threatening each and everyone of them! Like ‘you better vote ‘not guilty,’ or else!’

Henchmen Doctors Award Givers Bounty Hunters Tenant This could be fun, like you rent out the flat above you to the Hero and Villain (Unbeknownst to any of you Hero and Villain’s secret identities). And you describe what it’s like to live with two of the most crazy people on the planet. Maybe you find out before both of them and try your best to contain their crazy by establishing ‘necessary rules.’

Roommate Nullifiers People being used as leverage/Insurance- so like hostages Animals preferably a cat (personal preference). Maybe the cat is a spy for the villain or vise versa maybe it can turn into a person that way we can have that dramatic moment when Hero sees their cat transform into a human and they are outraged like ‘You’ve seen me naked!’ and the cat-person responds “Yes, and I was suffering for the greater good!” or like ‘Well remember that time you had a vet stick their finger up my butt? We’ve all suffered here.’

Spies Children Teachers Classmates Principals Customers Scientist Repairman Maybe they are on call because Villain or Hero keeps breaking each others stuff, or their own stuff in their frustrations Could be kind of cool to see the Villain and the Hero fight over the repairman like ‘I had her first! Find your own Repairman!’

Bat crazy Grandma who offers words of advice that make no sense Maybe after Hero/Villain leaves Grandma drops the vacant incoherent act and laughs saying ‘I love doing that!’ Now back to work. And they’ve got hero/villain telling them everything because they think Grandma has altizmers or dementia but really grandma is a spy 0.o

Stalker/exuberant fan Bomb maker/ gun dealer The clean up crew Maybe Hero gets buried under a building and Crew digs them out and with Hero’s last dying breath they give Crew their powers

Student of Hero or Villain in classroom setting? Attractive person Chef Maid/butler/servant/slave Assistant Who had NO idea they work for an evil/super person and just goes along scheduling and getting stuff for their boss. Like why the heck does my boss need me to get B+ blood??? I don’t care. I don’t get paid enough to care. That’s what they keep telling themself as more and more obvious clues stack up. I don’t care. I don’t.

Artists- like commissioned to do a paint job? Or kidnapped to do a paint job? Mechanic Tutor When I refused to give little Timn a cookie I didn’t know he was going to electrocute me!

Kid/adult that gets bullied into doing villain/hero’s homework Politician Dry Cleaners High school bully Government agents Snoopy Neighbor? Therapist Negotiator for hostages and the like The getaway driver

If you’ve got anymore side characters, or main characters, I’d love to put them on my list. Also if you see anything, that is appropriate, related to any of these characters I’d love to put a link in so other people can read them.

Appropriate meaning not rape or anything too rape-y.

Again some, if not all, are not my ideas. I have seen them in other works, or gotten them from friends. I’ve tried to put a couple links in that will direct you to some cool stories, some are mine, others are not.

Though the what-if prompts on the side are mostly mine. I’m not sure if I’ve seen a bank teller one or if I made that up.

#The super cast #the supporting cast #the main cast #any ideas for more?#67899876 #prompts and stuff #not mine #but some are mine #my prompt list #the what if prompts are mostly mine #anyone got a link to the bank teller idea #if there is actually one?

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Duckvember Day 4: Dreadful

I wrote this last night, but didn’t get around to actually posting it in time. The prompt made me think of Binkie Muddlefoot, so I ran with it. It’s inspired by a couple different episodes of the OG Darkwing Duck series.

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"Oh, no, this is dreadful," Binkie Muddlefoot tisked, shaking her head. "Simply dreadful." Drake Mallard heard Binkie's fretting, but refused to look up from the bicycle he was attempting to put together for Gosalyn. Whatever Binkie had her knickers in a twist over now, he knew he did not care. Nor did he want to hear about it.

Not that this ever stopped Binkie. "Just dreadful," she repeated. "Drake, you poor dear, you must be beside yourself." Drake gritted his teeth. He was still intent on ignoring her, but he had been around his next door neighbor enough to know it was about to become increasingly harder. "Running around St. Canard with an outlaw like that. Not that it's your fault, of course, you do the best you can and you're always working. But of course, it must be hard to know your daughter is runing around with such a troubling crowd." Drake closed his eyes and sighed, knowing the jig was up. "Fine, Binkie. Whatever could it be that you're referring to now?" he asked, barely masking his irritation as he finally turned his glare up at her. Still, he couldn't help a nagging fear that she may actually know something he should actually be concerned about. Had Gosalyn fallen in with a bad crowd at school? He knew she had her moments, but she was a good kid despite it all. No, that couldn't be it. Gosalyn hated bullies, such as Binkie's own son, Tank. Had she been caught by a villain? That caused a sense of anxiety to start building up inside Drake. He was pretty sure she was playing video games in the living room, but he had been so engrossed, maybe she had wandered out, or worse. Maybe one of them had figured out his secret identity and figured out where they lived. "Oh, well, I mean with Darkwing Duck, of course," Binkie explained as though it were the most obvious thing in the world. "I saw that picture of her with that vigilante in the paper just this morning. How she got caught up with someone like him is all I can imagine." All of Drake's anxieties dropped immediately, replaced first with a sense of relief, and then with a feeling of having been insulted. "What's wrong with Darkwing Duck?" he asked Binkie, maybe a little too defensively. "Oh, well, nothing I suppose. But he is breaking the law by practicing vigilanism instead of leaving it to the police." "They need the help!" Drake countered. "And of course, it's hardly ladylike behavior for a young woman such as Gosalyn to be spending time around someone like that," Binkie finished. Drake should have known that was what Binkie was getting at all along. "Thank you for bringing this to my attention, Binkie. I'll be sure to keep a closer eye on Gosalyn from now on," he told her, his voice stilted. "Oh, well, no problem of course. What are neighbors for?" Binkie appeared genuinely flattered as she mistook his tone for genuine gratitude. "Yeah, what are friends for," Drake said with a mocking laugh. "Goodbye, Binkie." Before she could respond, he gathered his tools and headed back inside. "Hey, Dad, what's up?" Gosalyn, who was still exactly where he had left her in the living room, didn't take her eyes off the TV screen as he came in. But he detected a note of happiness in her voice as he joined her in the living room. His heart couldn't help swelling in pride that his kid still idolized him after all this time. As far as Drake was concerned, the only thing that was dreadful was the thought of Gosalyn ever changing.

#Duckvember #Duckvember 2020 #Darkwing Duck

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Sometimes the Only Way Out is Through

Okay so here’s my fic exchange fic for @trichoglossus, I combined the kidnapping trope and the trans Peter headcanon to make a fic that is probably the wrong tone to be true whump. Anyway, I hope you enjoy!

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Peter wasn’t sure why he was still afraid to walk alone at night. He was spider-man, he could handle anyone who tried to mug him or… anything else. His enhanced senses only made it worse. He could hear the footsteps a hundred feet behind him and his spider-sense was going off for no reason and overall, it was not a good time. It didn’t help that he had run out of web-fluid during patrol and was stuck on the ground until he could make more.

It was one of those dark nights that made him feel like there was something behind every corner. The fear alone made him anxiously play with his keychain as if he could use his apartment key as some sort of knife to defend himself. He was enhanced, he didn’t need a weapon, but it was just one of those days where he wasn’t sure it would be enough.

For some reason, his senses focused on a single car behind him. It sounded big but not like a bus big. Maybe like a large truck. Peter couldn’t hear the normal buzz of its lights. Maybe that’s what was making him uneasy. It seemed to be trying to sneak up on him. He gripped his keys tighter. Would they be sharp enough to do anything? Maybe with whatever enhanced force he had he could do some damage, but he had no reason to think that anything was going to happen.

He really should listen to his instincts more.

It was right before he was able to enter his apartment building when his spider-sense went from a dull ever-present buzz to a sudden peak of pain behind his skull. He ducked far earlier than he found out why, barely processing the projectile that zipped past him like a bullet. He spared a glance at the object embedded in the brick wall behind him. It looked like some sort of tranquilizer.

Peter whipped his head around, looking for an attacker and was met with a blizzard of tranquilizers. He did his best to sprint away from the invisible assailant, but it was impossible to dodge all of the bullets. It only took a moment to take him down. He may have yelped and exclaimed a couple of curse words but nobody was able to hear.

He had been shot before, he was bound to with all the armed criminals in the city, but this was different. It wasn’t nearly as painful. Peter really didn’t like what all of that implied. Tranquilizers, getting him while he was alone, targeting him in particular, none of that could lead to anywhere good.

Peter’s vision was fading but his hearing left a little slower. He heard some metallic sounds before a voice broke through the fog.

“This is Stark’s kid? I thought the ‘smartest person in the world’ would choose someone at least a little smart to carry his legacy…” the voice was dripping with poison and Peter didn’t know that anyone could hate someone so much that just the feeling in his voice made Peter almost shiver. If he could move.

“It’s him. Stark is practically attached to the kid, it took us weeks to get him without some sort of tracker attached to him.” Another voice said as Peter was hit suddenly with the tranquilizer. He was out before he could take another breath. The last thing he felt before the darkness overtook him was hope because Mr. Stark put trackers in everything he made, so he would know that something was wrong.

Tony, however, took a little while to realize anything was up. He glanced away from Peter’s GPS location once he saw the kid was in front of his apartment building and went back to correcting some of Peter’s work that he had done that day. He would check again later to see if he was going on patrol but at this point, he thought that Spider-Man could hold his own.

Peter woke up long before he was supposed to. It took a minute to force himself out of the foggy feeling of the drugs. He felt cold metal around his wrists and he was sat upright in a chair straight out of a sci-fi villains lair. It held all of his limbs tightly against its blocky frame and Peter swore there was a light above his head even though he couldn’t move his head anywhere.

Peter pretended to be asleep for a few minutes while he gathered as much information as he could with his eyes closed. Not because he was absolutely terrified and unable to face the reality of his situation. Definitely not that.

There were voices coming from… somewhere, but they were far away and muffled, he couldn’t make out a single word. But that could have also been from all the drugs that his body was struggling to purify himself of.

He also noticed that the room was really fucking cold. Ever since he got bitten by the spider he had a problem with the cold and this was really solidifying the fact that he hated the cold. This was terrible, he wanted to leave.

He tested his restraints, which were just handcuffs connected to the arms of the chair. They didn’t feel like anything special, he felt them slightly bend with enough pressure. He could probably break out pretty easily, but he knew that that wouldn’t fix all his problems. He could sense armed guards everywhere. As his senses cleared from the drugs, he could hear the clicking of metal and other classic gun sounds. He was pretty familiar with gun sounds. He was a vigilante working in America of fucking course he was hyper-aware of what guns sounded like.

He had just begun to calm himself down and start thinking like a rational person when the sound of footsteps and the familiar, unhinged voice approached his concrete room. He felt himself stiff up as the noise got louder and louder until there was a loud bang at the steel door that made him flinch.

“Oh, Petey!” The guy with the crazy voice said in a sing-song voice followed by a cackle as he burst into the room. He ended up looking a little more normal than Peter had imagined. He thought the crazy guy would end up looking like a Batman villain. He was just bald despite looking youngish and his eyes looked a little off like he was absolutely batshit but was trying his hardest to look normal.

“What do you want with me?” Peter’s voice shook a little against his will. Goddammit, he just wanted to sound brave and now that was out the window.

“Don’t worry kiddie, this isn’t personal. I’m just seeking a little bit of revenge!”

“How is kidnapping me not personal…”

“It’s not about you… it’s about Stark! And what better way to hurt him than through you! You are the most vulnerable of his playthings…”

“Why… What did he do to you?”

“Oh this isn’t about what he did to me, I mean, he killed my father, but that’s not why I’m doing this. He’s weak, he has limits. Limits that I myself have broken in the name of technological advancement for the good of all mankind. He still depends on a suit… why wear a machine when you can be the machine.” The man cackled. “But I plan to have some fun, why not make a little mess in the progress right?”

“What do you mean…”

“We’ve been watching you Pete, we know that you have some secrets that it would be… entertaining to reveal. I’m sure we can change everything you know with just one of them.” This made Peter pause. Did they know he was Spider-Man? If they did, he was sure they’d tie him down a little harder. So was it the other thing? There weren’t many big things he hasn’t told Mr. Stark except for… oh. Somehow they must know he’s trans. It was the one big secret that Tony didn’t know that Peter was slightly worried about him knowing. Peter never knew how boomers would react to things like that. It was kind of a wild card.

Peter felt that familiar rush of fear in his chest, the same one he had felt when May found out he cut his hair with scissors in junior high, or when Flash started going after him for ‘dressing like a boy’. The same terror that engulfed him when Ned convinced him to tell Ben and May. He already loved his relationship with Tony as it was, without him knowing. He didn’t want to change anything. He really didn’t want Mr. Stark to look at him any differently. He was satisfied with the way things were.

“Ah, that was the reaction I really hoped you’d have!” He must not have been hiding his fear very well as the Batman villain guy grinned eerily.

“Before we go any further, I apologize, I haven’t even told you who I am! It could shed some light for you. My name is Ezekiel Stane.”

“Stane like Obadiah? Like that asshole that got Tony kidnapped and stole his technology to attempt to kill him several times… Okay first of all, someone willingly fucked him? Like ew. That guy was totally evil villain material you could tell. Is that like a bald-people thing? Is that why you’re doing this?”

“I was told you were smart… it doesn’t seem very smart to say those types of things when you are handcuffed to a chair. I can do anything I want to you and you wouldn’t be able to do anything. I would advise that you watch your mouth.” Ezekiel hissed. “Now there’s no reason to waste any more time, we have a call to make.”

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Tony was in the process of getting dragged out of his lab by his fiance when FRIDAY set off an alarm. Not the one that signaled that someone was trying to break into his penthouse, but one that signaled that something was wrong with Spider-Man. It was an alarm he was used to hearing but never ceased to give him a violent ping of terror that made his chest hurt.

Pepper froze in place as she knew that she wouldn’t be able to drag Tony away when Peter was in trouble. She didn’t really want to anyway, she was worried about the kid too.

The alarm was set off by a video call, not an alert from Karen or May calling to tell him that Peter had failed to come home. Tony didn’t spare a second to answer. He was right to dread what he would see.

The image vaguely familiar man in a plain concrete room popped up on the largest holoscreen. The man was familiar in the way an elementary school bully was recognized so many years later. Tony took a while to realize who it was.

“Good morning Stark! It is morning isn’t it? I feels early enough to be morning…” the man rambled manically. It was obvious that there was something wrong with him. An insane glint in his eyes, the way his head twitched, the way his fingers tapped against his leg, the pitches of his voice. Tony knew this guy wasn’t mentally sound.

“How did you get past Friday?” Tony narrowed his eyes as the man waved the question away.

“It doesn’t matter, I haven’t even introduced myself. How rude of me. Dear dad would’ve been so disappointed. I’m Ezekiel. Ezekiel Stane.”

“Obie fucked?” Tony said, obviously shocked at the revelation.

“That’s what I said!” exclaimed a horrifyingly familiar young voice from the other side of the video transmission.

“Kid?” he said, much more worried this time.

“You just had to ruin the surprise! Where’s your sense of drama!” Ezekiel exclaimed in agony, not even acknowledging the insult against his late father. “Fine, I kidnapped your stupid intern, I really shouldn’t have to go so far to catch your attention…”

“Peter, did he hurt you?”

“I’m fine! Just a little cold.”

“Thank god…”

“Hello? Asshole? I kidnapped your kid, at least act a little more reasonable.” Ezekiel hissed.

“Why do you think I’m stalling for so long, I had to have enough time to track your call.”

“You think I’m so stupid to let you have a way to track our location? I am entirely more advanced than anything you have ever created in every-”

“Pardon the interruption but I have found their location.” Friday announced pleasantly. From what Tony could see, she had analyzed the visual location of the video and combined that with her algorithm for possible places it could be. She narrowed down the place based on where it was possible for them to be in the time Peter had been gone and where the call was transmitting from. Stane had tried to block the signal but had only managed to expand the search area a few miles. Visual clues narrowed it down completely. The guy was a little crazy, he was bound to have overlooked a few holes in his plan.

“Good, I’ll be right there Peter! Don’t to anything stupid until I get there!” Tony turned to Pepper who had remained quiet this entire time. “You know what to do?”

“You know this isn't my first rodeo. Come back safe,” Pepper requested. They acted as if the situation was something normal and casual as they knew if one of them freaked out, the other would as well and that probably wasn’t going to help Peter.

“See you soon egghead!”

***

Peter had been left alone in the cold room for a little while, he had noticed that his captor was more positive than he was expecting, with his plan foiled and all. It made Peter suspicious.

He knew Tony said to not do anything stupid until he got there but he was uncomfortable and the metal on the handcuffs were getting cold, so he broke them. He ripped them off of the arms of the chair and bend the metal until they broke. He stood up and stretched before considering his options.

He decided on the element of surprise.

After waiting for several long minutes, Peter heard a little bit of a commotion in the hallways. Echoing gunshots, yelling, all that fun stuff. He smiled when he heard the familiar sound of charging repulsors and his mentors grumpy voice behind the metal mask.

Peter had just stuck himself to the ceiling when the door was blasted in. A suit that definitely wasn’t Tony’s walked in. It was white and dark red, like the color of old blood. It had big round glowing eyes and a horizontal rectangular power source on the chest. It was pretty ugly.

“What-” Ezekiel's metallic voice exited the discount iron man before being blasted back by the Gucci one.

“Hey Mr. Stark!” Peter called the attention of both metal people, who looked up at him with unreadable expressions, as they had masks on. But Peter imagined that Ezekiel was a little shocked.

“Hey kid, you good?” Tony asked while the off brand metal guy seemed to gawk. But again, Peter could see his face, so he didn’t know.

“Yeah. Can we go now?” Peter dropped and gracefully landed on his feet.

“In a minute, I still have to take care of this guy.”

It turned out that Bootleg Iron Man wasn’t just standing there in shock. Peter figured this out when the suit came off. Well, it didn’t exactly come off. It seemed to go inside his skin like he was reverse sweating. It was actually pretty gross. It was even more gross when it oozed out of his palms and covered the concrete walls of the solitary room.

White and red metallic liquid bubbled on the walls as spikes formed, pointing towards Peter and Tony. The metal solidified after repulser-like blue lights were revealed on the ends of the spikes. They didn’t leave much room to move. The strange metal even sheilded Ezekiels dumb smug face from them. Then, the recently created turrets started shooting at them.

At this point, time seemed to both slow down and speed up, if that makes any sense. Maybe it was the sudden chaos mixed with his spider-sense that made time seem inconsistent but it didn’t really matter why it was happening.

Peter didn’t think Tony could move so fast. The iron man suit opened up and Tony burst out as the sound of the the first blaster revved up with a high pitched squeal. He shielded as much of Peter’s body as he could with the empty iron suit doing the same to the opposite side. Even with his powers, Peter froze for a moment in shock. Not a long enough moment for the blasts to go off, but it felt longer than it was.

His spider sense kicked up a notch when the spike right behind Tony grew at an alarming rate, moments from impaling him. Peter pushed Tony out of the way and punched the spike with all his might. It didn’t bend, it didn’t make a dent, it fucking shattered like glass. The shards of metal just melted back into the ever moving structure of the room.

“Stane is controlling this shit right? We need to find him and take him out!” Peter said frantically. “Get back in the suit.”

“But you don’t have any armor-”

“Sorry old man, but I’m a little more durable than you are.”Tony seemed to protest so Peter killed two birds with one stone and pushed his mentor into the open shell of the suit as an energy blast barely missed him. The blasts were few and not the best at aiming but they were extremely powerful. Peter could tell by the way a single shot had almost ripped off an arm of the iron suit.

“If you get shot because of this I’m going to be pissed.”

“I know. We need to get through the walls, he has to be behind there somewhere.” Peter said as he ripped one of the spikes off of the wall and hurled it at the one that was growing behind him. Tony just grumbled and shot his repulsors at the turrets. His blasts didn’t do as much damage as Peter’s fists but they did enough. The metal making up everything in the room was surprisingly brittle and had a low melting point, he assumed it was so it would be more malleable when Ezekiel controlled it with his crazy brain.

“If you cover me for a minute, I think I can blast us out of here.” Tony said as he aimed his fist at the ceiling and turned on his powerful laser. Peter remembered it from the ferry incident. He ignored the pang of cringe that came with the memory and sprung from wall to wall, breaking spikes and smashing things. It kind of felt good to just break things, maybe that was just the mentality of the Hulk coming through.

Right before Tony had finished burning a hole in the metal above them, Peter got blasted. One of the fixed repulsors caught his leg and he went flying into the opposite wall with a yelp. Tony stopped playing with his laser and surged towards Peter.

“I’ve got you kid-” He muttered as he picked Peter up with one of his armored arms and shot a tiny missile at the sky, completing their escape hole. Tony held Peter close as he changed them through the falling debris.

There was a moment of silence as they hovered above the smoking building. They sighed simultaneously when a figure rose from the crumbling opening. Ezekiel had his armor on, sans his helmet, maybe for dramatic effect, maybe because he was the stupidest genius that had ever lived. Peter couldn’t tell.

“We haven’t even gotten to the good part yet!” Ezekiel shrieked. “I’ve only been able to tease the boys secret!” his voice spat out the word ‘boy’ as if it was a horrible slur.

“That’s not your secret to tell dipshit.” Peter grumbed and grabbed a fist sized chunk of debris that had gotten caught between him and Tony, he threw it with all his might at the man's exposed head. It collided like a comet and just like that, the baddie was out. His suit immediately froze. It’s thrusters stopped, the glowing rectangle on the chest dimmed and he fell back into the ruins of the building. He didn’t even fly that high so Peter didn’t feel as bad. That and he could still feel the guys heartbeat so for now, he was still alive.

“That was a little bit easier than I thought it would be…” Tony announced, a little bit surprised. He didn’t immediately notice Peter starting to go limp. Now that it was over and the adrenaline rush was fading, the pain from the blast to his leg was really coming to his attention. The pain alone was enough to bring tears to his eyes but he couldn’t find himself making a noise.

Peter’s healing factor started to kick in, he knew because of the sudden exhaustion that hit him. For some reason he healed better when he was asleep, so whenever he got hurt this bad, his body's immediate response was to go for a nap.

“Hey kid, come on, stay with me-” Tony said frantically as Peter’s vision went black. Honestly, sleeping sounded a whole lot better than being in pain. He welcomed the calm darkness without a single regret.

***

Peter knew he had been dreaming, he knew the dream had been vivid and incredible, but he couldn’t remember much else. He could only recall a single random moment, not anything after it or before it. It was strange but not entirely abnormal.

He spent quite a lot of time in between consciousness and a deep sleep, where there wasn’t much to feel. When he finally approached a state of awareness, he could only hear a voice. A wonderfully comforting voice. One that made him feel happy despite the waves of mild pain that were starting to pulse through him.

He started to feel a warm pressure in his hand as if he was holding someone else's. He vaguely noticed the lack of pressure on his chest and the soft feeling of his favorite hoodie against his skin. He wasn’t exactly aware enough to connect any dots. He just enjoyed breathing freely and had a moment where he wanted to giggle at the softness of the hoodie. You know, like a completely sober and not drugged up person.

There was a dim light behind his eyelids. He forced them open, he needed to wake up even though he was so exhausted. It was like Thor’s hammer was resting on his eyelids, they were so irrationally heavy. He just had to open them though.

“Tony?” Peter muttered weakly.

“Kid? You’re not supposed to be awake yet…” He said softly as he met Peter’s eyes.

“I was a little impatient.” he smiled a little, the sleepiness floating at the back of his skull rather than pulling at his eyelids. “What happened?”

“We got Obie jr. Turns out all of the experimental technology that he put into himself was messing with his brain and making him crazy. We’re working on a solution but keeping him in a medically induced coma in the meantime.” Mr. Stark explained, “You’re here because the crazy bitch shot your leg with an ultra-powerful energy beam. If you weren’t enhanced you probably wouldn’t even have a leg right now. Thanks to your crazy healing factor, you’re not going to be in the med bay for a year. But you aren’t allowed to walk and we’re going to keep you nice and drugged up for a little while.”

“Fun.” Peter groaned and tried to drag himself up to a sitting up position. This was a bad decision because it fucking hurt.

“Woah there, I said no moving remember?” Tony scolded, even though he was helping Peter be comfortable.

“Whatever, I need to tell you something…” He grunted as he settled onto the obsessive amount of pillows that were definitely Tony’s doing.

“You don’t have to-”

“No, I’m gonna. I should’ve told you earlier but I was afraid and I think the drugs are making me less afraid so I’m gonna tell you now.”

“If this is about what Stane said-”

“Shut up. I’m trans. I was born with the body of a girl but I’m not a girl, I’m a boy. I never got to tell Ben and I didn’t want to ruin anything with you-” Peter went silent as he tried to figure out what he wanted to say. Tony took the opportunity to try to settle the kid’s anxieties.

“I know it’s not easy to come out, so I didn’t say anything, but I knew. In my quest to find spider-mans identity I may have stumbled onto things that revealed the truth but I didn’t want to be that asshole that forces you out of the closet before you’re ready. I just want to know that it won’t change anything and I’m still going to worry over all of your bad decisions.”

“You… of course you knew. What gave it away?”

“May has an old facebook page with a ton of pictures…”

“Oh god…” Peter groaned as Tony laughed.

“You had an awful lot of Iron Man themed things…”

“You’ve been to my apartment, I still have an awful lot of Iron Man themed things.” Peter deadpanned. Tony huffed a laugh. “Wait, where is May?”

“She was on night-time duty, you just happened to wake up during my shift. But you look like you’re going to fall asleep any moment so I won’t bother waking her up. She was worried but wittle baby Petey needs to sleeby.” Mr. Stark said in a baby voice as Peter just groaned knowing that Tony was right. Unconsciousness was a blessing the human race did not deserve.

“Yeah whatever, little baby peter, haha funny joke…” Peter yawned. He wouldn’t be able to acknowledge Tony’s response to him coming out and the great relief it gave him until he was more awake and on slightly less drugs, but at this moment, he felt at peace. He had nothing more to hide, Tony was chill about it, even if he had already known beforehand.

Peter didn’t know how much it had burdened him until it was gone. He didn’t realize how afraid he was to admit it until it was over. He didn’t realize how much effort it was to keep the secret until he didn’t have to anymore. All of the worries about ruining things and messing up and having to explain what being transgender was and imagining Tony’s face sour or look at him in disgust.

Peter looked up at Tony’s face. The man looked tired but behind that, there was this soft energy in his eyes, even though he looked lost in his thoughts. Peter recognized the open look whenever Tony talked to Pepper or even Colonel Rhodes on the phone. It was such an intimately affectionate look that Peter was sure Tony didn’t even realize he was doing it. It was so different from the reaction he had imagined that it made his heart swell. He didn’t end up ruining the best thing that had ever happened to him and dear god it felt good.

“Mr. Stark?”

“Yeah?” Tony tilted his head as he was brought back to reality.

“Thank you.” Peter ignored the pain as he awkwardly launched himself to hug his mentor. He did this partially because he didn’t want Tony to see the tears that had decided to pool in his eyes. He did it mostly because he really really needed it. He relaxed in Tony’s arms as he had never felt safer.

Tony’s hand wandered subconsciously through Peter’s hair and didn’t even realize that he had fallen asleep in his arms until he heard the kids soft snoring. He huffed an amused laugh and just held him for a little while longer. No one was looking and it was such a relief that the kid was okay that he just enjoyed the physical proof. He was safe and back where he was supposed to be.

The next day May would try to make a trans flag themed cake but mess it up enough that Happy would have to order one. They would bring Peter his favorite ice cream from his favorite place, they would watch every star wars way too many times that week, but for now, Peter was in Tony’s arms. Safe and snoring.

Right where he’s supposed to be.

#irondadficexchange #My fic #trans peter parker #trans headcanon #fic exchange #irondad fic exchange #irondad #ironfam #iron dad

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secret-engima · 5 years

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Snippet of There is No “Us” in Number One Chap 4

(A wild AU drama has appeared! Also, tagging @wolfsrainrules @north-peach @suolainensilakka cause this might interest ya’ll)

“So what you’re saying is-” Toshinori stopped mid-sentence, head tilting to listen to something else.

Naomasa stiffened subtly at Toshinori’s freeze, eyes drinking in their surroundings for a threat, “What’s wrong, Toshi?”

A shriek and an explosion echoed several blocks down, followed by loud, angry yelling. Toshinori felt his shoulders relax in an exasperated sigh even as Naomasa’s hand went for the gun hidden under his shirt, “Villains-!”

Toshinori shook his head and placed a bony hand on his friend’s to keep him calm, “No. It’s fine. I know who that is. Come on, I should probably break it up before the neighbors start complaining again.” He took off for the sounds at a light jog, Naomasa following behind and radiating incredulous disbelief.

More explosions sounded along with more cursing and a feral shriek that Toshinori knew from experience was a challenge. Naomasa felt like a tight wire at Toshinori’s back, no doubt imagining the worst, but any comment he might have made over Toshinori’s lack of alarm faded when he saw that everyone else in the area was the same way. The pedestrians were all calm, having relaxed as soon as they heard the animal shriek, and several were even rolling their eyes. An older man complained as Toshinori passed, “You still haven’t taught those boys of yours to be quieter? I swear it’s like living next to a warzone whenever those two get going.”

Naomasa gave a high pitched, strangled noise at the man’s remark of “your boys”, but Toshinori just laughed apologetically and murmured, “I know, Abe-san, I’m working on it.” Abe-san sniffed officiously but if he intended to make another comment, Toshinori was already too far away to hear it.

The sound of explosions, yelling, and draconic roars led Toshinori in the direction of the neighborhood park and he allowed himself another sigh. He had a feeling he knew exactly what was going on. He’d had two years to learn the routine around here after all. Naomasa still seemed to be having trouble processing the events though, as he broke his tight silence to demand, “You have children, Toshi? Why didn’t you ever tell me?”

Toshinori managed to suppress the bloody cough that tried to rise at his friend’s accusing tone, “Um, I have? I mean, they aren’t actually my boys it’s just everyone calls them that because they’ve taken a liking to me, and Izuku doesn’t actually have a father figure in his life but really-!”

Something like understanding and disbelief crossed Naomasa’s face, “Wait, those two boys you’re always bragging about? The ones who want to make the other kid the Number One hero? The ones you’d keep pictures of in your wallet if you weren’t terrified it would somehow put them in danger? They’re at the source of those explosions?”

Toshinori felt heat bloom all over his face. It wasn’t his fault he bragged —a little— over the boys. They just had so much potential and heart, it was enough to make him cry sometimes. Izuku’s depthless kindness and truly genius mind for strategy. His courage and warmth despite having a quirk that came with a plethora of complications and disabilities. His passion for helping people that seemed to come to him as naturally as breathing.

Then there was Katsuki, with raw talent practically coming out of his ears, a protective streak as wide as China and a level of humility that bordered on an inferiority complex when it came to just how much good he did for the community. A boy with the natural disposition of a rabid porcupine who was trying so hard to better himself, even when it went against every instinct he had. Who had come so far but still held himself to some kind of invisible standard that made him fight and push and struggle to reach even higher.

They were unquestionably the most heroic kids of their generation Toshinori had ever met. To the point where he had even begun to consider- Well. Passing the torch. He was just having a terrible time picking which one to pass it to…

Okay yes, maybe he did brag about them too much to the few people he trusted, but he could hardly be blamed for it.

Naomasa was still waiting for a response, so Toshinori swallowed his embarrassment and answered, “Yes. That would be them.”

Another explosion echoed over the neighborhood and Naomasa gave him a look like Toshinori was insane, “And we aren’t running to help them … why? They could be in serious trouble!”

Toshinori followed the sound off the paved park trails and into the deeper parts where the trees almost looked wild, “Because unfortunately, they are the trouble.” They had probably either gotten too intense in their sparring or had gotten into another fight with a pack of hoodlums who thought they could move in and bully the other kids in the area. Or, considering the explosion size, a single adult who thought he could sell them illegal drugs. Both boys got very angry when drugs were involved —even Izuku, who was usually the voice of calm reason— and while their fights were technically vigilantism, they’d never been arrested because they always had an excuse for why the fight was not their fault.

The usual excuse was for Katsuki to downplay his short fused temper while Izuku spun a sob story about how the other side had started it and it was just overenthusiastic self-defense. Since youth suicide and drug rates had been at a record low in the area ever since the two started having “self-defense encounters”, the local police had quietly turned a blind eye as thanks.

The part of him that was All Might very much disapproved of it —they were just boys, the police shouldn’t rely on them to keep the peace like that—. The part of him that was Toshinori was just … so proud that they stood up for their neighborhood and so terrified they’d hurt themselves without proper training. He’d ended up making a compromise between his two halves by laying down ground rules for engagements —they couldn’t start the fights, they had to stay as non-violent as possible, they couldn’t hospitalize their opponents, and if they saw an actual villain they had to call it in instead of fight on their own— and then training them in self-defense by giving them “tips” he’d “picked up from being a Pro Hero’s secretary for so many years”.

Naomasa opened his mouth to ask another question when an explosion ripped the air with enough force to bend trees. A fireball was visible in the near distance —he could feel the heat of it— and Toshinori caught a glimpse of a black figure winging out of the sky with a high scream that sent all his neck hairs on end.

That was not normal. That wasn’t even Katsuki’s version of overkill when he lost his temper. That explosion had been made to do as much damage as possible and Izuku’s scream had been a call for help.

Something was very, very wrong.

Toshinori rounded the bend at a dead run. The Pro Hero part of his brain slammed to the forefront, cataloguing the situation —armed confrontation, five high-school age teens with bats and pipes down and out from minor explosions and controlled dragon-induced blunt trauma— and searching for Katsuki and Izuku.

Katsuki was up against a half-broken tree, red eyes intense as he struggled upright. One of his wrists was at a bad angle and the smoke curling from the palm told Toshinori that he’d injured it making that last explosion. His forehead was bleeding —possible concussion, he’d have to check later—, his shirt was gone, and there was a nasty collection of bruises forming on his left arm and side.

Izuku was crouched in front of Katsuki, wings flared protectively and blood dripping from a collection of shallow gashes on his side. His pupils were nothing but paper-thin slits, back arched like a cornered cat and his lips were peeled back to reveal sharp, bloodied teeth. The blue light of a fireball danced in the back of Izuku’s throat and his eyes had a maniac, wild gleam Toshinori had never seen in them before, like he was less a thirteen year old boy and more a rabid animal.

Across from the boys was a teen with spiked metal plating covering every inch of his body save for a part of his arm where the metal appeared to have been bitten through. Blood dripped from some of the spikes on his hands and he was laughing at them with a mouth so wide Toshinori had no trouble seeing the black tongue within. Sh*t! Naomasa leveled his pistol at the metal spiked aggressor, “You! Down on the ground! Now!” At the sound of Naomasa’s voice both boys glanced frantically over at the two of them and Toshinori cursed as he realized that he couldn’t transform now —should’ve transformed earlier stupid, stupid—.

But the drugged up teen didn’t seem to even be aware of their presence, just screamed something at Katsuki and Izuku —something about respecting betters and killing them for this— and lunged. Izuku reared up to meet the assault, blue plasma slamming against the oncoming metal chest of his attacker without effect. Toshinori saw the sharp hand spikes —already dripping blood, already proven capable of piercing Izuku’s hard scales— plunge for Izuku’s exposed chest and Katsuki lunge to try to pull his friend away and take the blow for himself somehow and-.

A controlled —just enough not to kill, if only barely— Texas Smash sent the drug-using teen flying through several trees before he hit the ground and slid with enough force to form a trough in the dirt before stopping. All Might stood before the boys —Toshinori’s boys, his boys, that he had spent two years coming to love with all his heart for their determination and courage despite their secretly broken parts— and couldn’t find it in himself to smile. “Take a piece of advice. Stay down and give yourself up to the law.” His voice boomed over the suddenly quiet area, deep and dangerous.

The black-tongued teen struggled to sit up, slurring angry nonsense the entire way and All Might brought his fist down on the teen’s head —lightly, couldn’t break the teen’s skull no matter how angry he was—, knocking him out cold. Naomasa was across the clearing in a heartbeat, one hand holding his phone to call in backup while the other pulled out the handcuffs he carried even off duty —both of them knew that All Might’s presence attracted trouble in either form—.

Silence reigned heavy and angry in the area before it was broken by a shaky, slightly electronic, “Toshinori … san?” All Might startled and looked over his shoulder at the question, having forgotten for a moment that the boys were still there, still watching. Gleaming blue eyes locked first with wide, catlike green, then with worryingly blank blood red and All Might knew that nothing would ever be the same.

#Melodies and Manuscripts #bnha #bnha fanfic au #katsuki #izuku #all might #toshinori yagi #night fury!Izuku #first three chapters of this story are up on Ao3 and FanFiction #*cracks knuckles*#alright ya'll #AU is about to REALLY get started

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imdoingthismspaintadventure · 5 years

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Worm 1.6 - In which we meet futuristic techno Dredd

II heard the cape arrive on his souped up motorcycle. I didn’t want to be seen fleeing the scene of a fight, and risk being labeled one of the bad guys by yet another person, but I wasn’t about to get closer to the street either, in case Lung was feeling better. Since there was nowhere to go, I just stayed put. Just resting felt good.

Yeah it’s better you stay and try to explain what went down. Fleeing after all this..wouldn’t be a good look. And let’s try to stay far away from the knocked-out fire demon while we’re at it.

If you’d asked me just a few hours ago about how I thought I would feel meeting a big name superhero, I would have used words like excited and giddy. The reality was that I was almost too exhausted to care.

You have experienced a loooot of things just today girl. It’s not everyday you get into a life or death fight and then meet some people of dubious character, all in the span of like 20 minutes. Shame your first encounter with a bona-fide superhero is in a situation like this.

It looked as though he flew up onto the roof, but the six-foot long weapon the man held kind of jerked as he landed. I was pretty sure I saw the tines of a grappling hook retreating back into the end of the weapon. So this was what Armsmaster looked like in person, I thought.

Armsmaster! So...master of weapons? He seems to have a pretty badass one in one arm, which seems to have multiple uses. Good old Grappling Hooks! The way for grounded super heroes to keep up with flight-types!

The largest superhero organization in the world was the Protectorate, spanning Canada and the States, with ongoing talks about including Mexico in the deal. It was a government sponsored league of superheroes with a base in each ‘cape city’. That is, they had a team set up in each city with a sizable population of heroes and villains. Brockton Bay’s team was officially ‘The Protectorate East-North-East’, and were headquartered in the floating, forcefield-shrouded island that you could see from the Boardwalk. This guy, Armsmaster, was the guy in charge of the local team. When the core group of the top Protectorate members from around Canada and the States assembled in that classic ‘v’ formation for the photo shoots, Armsmaster was one of the guys in the wings. This was a guy who had his own action figures. Poseable Armsmaster with interchangeable Halberd parts.

Wooaaah. So he’s a really big shot! Leader of the local Protectorate which seems to be this universe’s version of the Avengers/Justice League/big main hero organization. He lives in that badass flying fortess! And seems to be pretty marketable as well. Meeting him in the flesh like this in your first day, woah .

He really did look like a superhero, not like some guy in a costume. It was an important distinction. He wore body armor, dark blue with silver highlights, had a sharply angled v-shaped visor covering his eyes and nose. With only the lower half of his face exposed, I could see a beard trimmed to trace the edges of his jaw. If I had to judge, with only the lower half of his face to go by, I’d guess he was in his late twenties or early thirties.

High-tech superhero armor and professional gear! Sweet!

He’s giving me a mix of iron man and judge dredd vibes with that costume. Either way he seems to exude “veteran and skilled super” a lot.

His trademark and weapon was his Halberd, which was basically a spear with an axe head on the end, souped up with gadgets and the kind of technology you generally only saw in science fiction. He was the kind of guy who appeared on magazine covers and did interviews on TV, so you could find almost anything about Armsmaster through various media, short of his secret identity. I knew his weapon could cut through steel as though it was butter, that it had plasma injectors for stuff that the blade alone couldn’t cut and that he could fire off directed electromagnetic pulses to shut down forcefields and mechanical devices.

HE HAS A MASTER WEAPON WHICH CAN ACT AS ALL OF THE WEAPONS AT THE SAME TIME. THAT’S SO AWESOME

I knew he was gonna be technologically-focused, with that badass floating island and all!

A spear-axe hybrid strong enough to cut through steel, with plasma injectors and EMP blasts?? Fucking sweet.

“You gonna fight me?” He called out.

“I’m a good guy,” I said.

Stepping closer to me, he tilted his head, “You don’t look like one.”

Oof. That’s true. Miss looking-like-a-living-bug with dark colors and yellow lenses doesn’t seem very heroic at... all

Also I really like how that line was delivered for some reason. You don’t look like one

That stung, especially coming from him. It was like Michael Jordan saying you sucked at basketball. “That’s… not intentional,” I responded, not a little defensively, “I was more than halfway done putting the costume together when I realized it was already looking more edgy than I’d intended, and I couldn’t do anything about it by then.”

Your power is very hard to use in a kid-friendly way! You command a swarm of biting, stinging, maybe-venomous, maybe-flesh eating bugs! That grimdark look is actually apropiate

I wonder if this work will explore heroes who want to do good things but have characteristically “evil powers”. Taylor could easily be one!

There was a long pause. Nervously, I turned my eyes from that opaque visor. I glanced at his chest emblem, a silhouette of his visor in blue against a silver background, and was struck with the ridiculous thought that I had once owned a pair of underpants with his emblem on the front.

Pfft! Taylor your young fangirl self is adorable

Also gave me Deku flashbacks, as with the hero journals

“You’re telling the truth,” he said. It was a definitive statement, which startled me. I wanted to ask how he knew, but I wasn’t about to do or say anything that might change his mind.

Lie-detector?? God his suit just has everything

I love technology based powers by the way. When a hero stacks himself up to the teeth in sweet tech it’s a sight to behold

He approached closer, looking me over as I sat there with my arms around my knees, he asked, “You need a hospital?”

“No,” I said. “Don’t think so. I’m as surprised as you are.”

“You’re a new face,” he said.

“I haven’t even come up with a name yet. You know how hard it is to come up with a bug-themed name that doesn’t make me sound like a supervillain or a complete dork?”

Hmm that’s true! Swarm sounds villanous, same with Plague, Sting, Hivemind, Pestilence...

Bug is probably too simple. (Insect) Queen maybe? Eh Queen is so general that it’s probably taken already. Control? Probably taken and sounds villanous.

He chuckled, and it sounded warm, very normal, “I wouldn’t know. I got into the game early enough that I didn’t have to worry about missing out on all of the good names.”

There was a pause in the conversation. I suddenly felt awkward. I don’t know why, but I admitted to him, “I almost died.”

“That’s why we have the Ward program,” he said. There was no judgement in his tone, no pressure. Just a statement.

Hmm, what is that? Some sort of superhero training?

I nodded, more to give a response than out of any agreement with the answer. The Wards were the under-eighteen subdivision of the Protectorate, and Brockton Bay did have its own team of Wards, with the same naming convention as the Protectorate; The Wards East-North-East. I had considered applying to join, but the notion of escaping the stresses of high school by flinging myself into a mess of teenage drama, adult oversight and schedules seemed self-defeating.

Oooh so it’s like the Teen Titans, and other young superhero groups! Young teenage superheroes! Nice!

Also yeah, that would probably be similar to school, and you wanted escapism with this. I don’t think you would get bullied though, but I understand your reticence.

“You get Lung?” I asked, to change the subject from the Wards. I was pretty sure that he was obligated to try and induct new heroes into either the Protectorate or the Wards, depending on their age, to promote the whole agenda of organized heroes who are accountable for their actions, and I really didn’t want him to get on my case about joining.

He probably is obligated to ask, yeah. I suppose they don’t condone vigilantism. So changing the subject to the dragon man is probably a good idea!

“Lung was unconscious, beaten and battered when I arrived. I pumped him full of tranquilizers to be safe and temporarily restrained him under a steel cage I welded to the sidewalk. I’ll pick him up on my way back.”

“Good,” I said, “With him in jail, I’ll feel like I accomplished something today. Only reason I started the fight was because I overheard him telling his men to shoot some kids. Only realized later that he was talking about some other villains.”

Armsmaster turned to look at me. So I told him, walking him through the fight in general, the arrival of the teenage bad guys, and their general descriptions. Before I finished, he was pacing back and forth on the roof.

“These guys. They knew I was coming?”

Yeeah that was a pretty epic misunderstanding there.

Also they probably knew you were coming thanks to the kinda-omniscient know-it-all in their team soooo yeah.

I nodded, once. As much respect as I had for Armsmaster, I wasn’t in much of a mood to repeat myself.

“That explains a lot,” he said, staring off into the distance. After a few moments, he went on to explain, “They’re slippery. On those few occasions we do manage to get in a toe to toe fight with them, they either win, or they get away more or less unscathed, or both. We know so little about them. Grue and Hellhound were working on their own before they joined the group, so there’s some information there, but the other two? They’re nonentities. If the girl Tattletale has some way of detecting or tracking us, it would go a long way towards explaining why they’re doing as well as they are.”

Insteresting! So Regent and Tattletale are very well hidden! I imagine it must be easy for Tattletale to do so, but I still don’t know what Regent does... He’s definitely the most misterious of them all at the moment.

Heh, and he uses Hellhound for Bitch, he’s a hero so of course

It kind of surprised me to hear one of the top level heroes admitting to being anything less than perfectly on top of things.

“It’s funny,” I said, after a few moment’s thought, “They didn’t seem that hardcore. Grue said they were kind of panicking when they heard Lung was coming after them, and they were casually joking around while the fight was going on. Grue was making fun of Regent.”

“They said all this in front of you?” he asked.

I shrugged, “I think they thought I was helping them out. The way Tattletale talked, I think she thought I was a bad guy too or something.” With a touch of bitterness, I said, “Dunno, I guess it was the costume that led them to that assumption.”

“Could you have taken them in a fight?” Armsmaster asked me.

I started to shrug, and winced a little. I was feeling a little sore in the shoulder, where I’d tumbled on the roof after being blasted by Lung’s flames. I said, “Like you said, we don’t know a lot about them, but I think that girl with the dogs-”

“Hellhound,” Armsmaster said.

“I think she could have kicked my ass on her own, so no. I probably couldn’t have fought them.”

Yeah they didn’t really seem evil per se, they were pretty nice to us! Maybe because they confused us for a villain...

And yeah I don’t think you could have beaten them. Of the two powers I sorta know of them, hellbeasts and kinda-omniscience beat bugs, I’m pretty sure. So yeah.

“Then count it as a good thing that they got the wrong impression,” Armsmaster said.

“I’ll try to look at it that way,” I said, struck by how he easily he was able to employ the whole ‘take a negative and turn it into a positive’ mindset I’d been trying to maintain. I envied that.

Heroes tends to be more optimistic than most.

“That a girl,” he said, “And while we’re looking forward, we need to decide where we go from here.”

My heart sank. I knew he was going to bring up the Wards again.

Yeaah and he’ll put you in an awkward spot again...

What do you want to do Taylor? Start as a standalone hero and then work your way up through your acts and deeds? Could you even do that and still be well-regarded by the Protectorate?

“Who gets the credit for Lung?”

Caught off guard, I looked up at him. I started to speak, but he held up his hand.

“Hear me out. What you’ve done tonight is spectacular. You played a part in getting a major villain into custody. You just need to consider the consequences.”

“Consequences,” I muttered, even as the word spectacular rang in my ears.

Oh, so he wants to talk about who gets the credit? Huh, didn’t expect that. It could be a good first step for her hero career, but it could also be dangerous to let villains know about her existence, especially if she’s going solo

“Lung has an extensive gang throughout Brockton Bay and neighboring cities. More than that, he has two superpowered flunkies. Oni Lee and Bakuda.”

I shook my head, “I know about Oni Lee, and Grue mentioned fighting him. I’ve never heard of Bakuda.”

So he has two liutenants with powers! Oni Lee was mentioned before and now... Bakuda. Baku- makes me think explosions from Bakuha, so it could be explosions-based?

Seems to be a new member, anyways.

Armsmaster nodded, “Not surprising. She’s new. What we know about her is limited. She made her first appearance and demonstration of her powers by way of a drawn out terrorism campaign against Cornell University. Lung apparently recruited her and brought her to Brockton Bay after her plans were foiled by the New York Protectorate. This is… something of a concern.”

Damn, terrorism against a University and a conforntation with the New York Protectorate? She seems to have some infamy even before joining

“What are her powers?”

“Are you aware of the Tinker classification?”

I started to shrug, but remembered my sore shoulder and nodded instead. It was probably more polite, too. I said, “Covers anyone with powers that give them an advanced grasp of science. Lets them make technology years ahead of its time. Ray guns, ice blasters, mechanized suits of armor, advanced computers.”

Oh sweet

So tinkers are the inventors, the tech-based superheroes who use futuristic technology and all kinds of high-specs gear, and that is their superpower?

Oh I love technology-based powers so much.

“Close enough,” Armsmaster said. It struck me he would be a Tinker, if his Halberd and armor were any indication. That, or he got his stuff from someone else. He elaborated, “Well, most Tinkers have a specialty or a special trick. Something they’re particualrly good at or something that they can do, which other Tinkers can’t. Bakuda’s specialty is bombs.”

I stared at him. A woman with a power that let her make bombs that were technologically decades ahead of their time. No wonder he saw it as a concern.

So Armsmaster is a tinker! Makes sense with his impossibly-amazing plasma spear-axe, lie detector and super armor. I suppose a tinker’s threat can vary a lot depending on prep time and current gear. I like them!

Super-advanced explosives? Oh boy, that sounds like potencially a fucking nightmare

“Now I want you to consider the danger involved in taking the credit for Lung’s capture. Without a doubt, Oni Lee and Bakuda will be looking to accomplish two goals. Freeing their boss and getting vengeance on the one responsible. I suspect you’re now aware… these are scary people. Scarier in some ways than their boss.”

“You’re saying I shouldn’t take the credit,” I said.

“I’m saying you have two options. Option one is to join the Wards, where you’ll have support and protection in the event of an altercation. Option two is to keep your head down. Don’t take the credit. Fly under the radar.”

Yeah I could see how Taylor could become the target of these two underlings, which would probably be more than she can handle.

So Armsmaster is offering her the possibilities of

a) Joining the teenage super-squad and take the credit for Lung or

b)Keep going solo but maintain your involvment in this a secret

I wasn’t prepared to make a decision like that. Usually, I went to sleep at eleven or so, waking up at six thirty to get ready for my morning run. At my best guess, it was somewhere between one and two in the morning. I was emotionally exhausted from the highs and lows of the evening, and I could barely wrap my head around the complications and headaches that would come from joining the Wards, let alone having two insanely dangerous sociopaths coming after me.

Aand one of those options is already giving Taylor a headache

On top of that, I wasn’t so ignorant as to miss Armsmaster’s motives. If I opted to not take the credit for Lung’s capture, Armsmaster would, I was sure. I didn’t want to get on the bad side of a major player.

....True, politics could be at play here

Athough I don’t know if Taylor has just a bad view of power structures in general, considering she thought that autobiographical book she read was probably all propaganda

...Which could be true, and the whole system could be corrupt at least a little, and Armsmaster is offering her two options where he hopes he gets the credit and the glory

“Please keep my involvement in Lung’s capture secret,” I told him, painfully disappointed to have to say it, even as I knew it made the most sense.

He smiled, which I hadn’t expected. He had a nice smile. It made me think that he could win the hearts of a lot of women, whatever the top two-thirds of his face looked like. “I think you’ll look back and see this was a smart decision,” Armsmaster said, turning to walk to the other end of the roof, “Call me at the PHQ if you’re ever in a pinch.” He stepped off the edge of the roof and dropped out of sight.

He seems very pleased at her decision, which reinforces my belief that he did want to get the credit after all. Or he’s happy she doesn’t get in trouble. Or both.

Armsmaster seems like an ok guy, probably a little vain, or glory-seeking, but in a way, all superheroes are a bit like that. I have defintely seen much worse examples.

You get a thumbs-up, cool plasma-spear man

Call me if you’re ever in a pinch. He’d been saying, without openly admitting, that he owed me one. He would take the lion’s share of the credit for Lung’s capture, but he owed me one.

Before I was all the way down the fire escape, I heard the thrum of his motorcycle, presumably carrying Lung towards a life of confinement. I could hope.

Oh true! Nice, you can call in a favour of a team leader of the superhero mega-alliance! Good start to your superhero career, Taylor!

And he just took away Lung so it seems she was indeed the push the situation needed to get him into custody! Yes!

It would take me a half hour to get home. On the way, I would stop and pull on the sweatshirt and jeans I had hidden. I knew my dad went to sleep even earlier than I did, and he slept like a log, so I had nothing to worry about as far as wrapping up the night.

It could have gone worse. Strange as it sounds, those words were a security blanket I wrapped around myself to keep myself from dwelling on the fact that tomorrow was a school day.

It could have gone worse is a good mentality to have!

Let’s hope the three bitches aren’t too insufferable tomorrow.

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