#villainfan42

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Lass Moira wants to cry!

A Pokemon Sword/Shield request I did for @villainfan42 over on Twitter!

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Respawn Point Ch. 7: A Guide to Totally Legitimate Advertising Practices

“I swear to Notch…” Slenda groaned. She tried to push off the ground, her arms wobbling under her weight. San falling on top of her didn’t make it any easier. My mind hazy from the fall I tried to move, only for a stabbing pain to shoot from my leg. The limb was twisted by the fall, my right ankle bent at an odd angle and a crooked angle broken into my left. Fall damage… I thought to myself.

As my body fell into a helpless, sore lull, my eyes began to roam around the walls of our prison. It was a tall chamber with walls carved from ancient sandstone and the ceiling pouring dust around us in a veil. The walls were lit sparsely with torches and lined with texts in a strange language, likely stolen from a desert temple somewhere just to fit the aesthetic, or maybe it was just conveniently in the ground.

 We’d landed in a small sandy pit in the center, the light from the surface contained in a small square high above our heads. Our captor stood under two torches in front of us, a golden eye glinting softly from under the tip of his hat. He was thin, his body draped in a blue coat that extended his silhouette, his lengthy blonde hair spilling out from under his feathered hat. The thief looked more at place in an opera house than in an underground lair, especially with the black mask that covered his mouth and nose.

“Please..?” VillainFan42’s quivered. Slenda and I sighed. His voice always broke the façade, “I’d appreciate if you could play my game, I could really use the feedback…”

San rose groggily from Slenda’s midsection, her eyes half-lidded as her hands skidded on the piles of sand, her body rolling over Slenda’s like a drunk slime, “Oh, I have some feedback for you… VF, was it?” San grumbled. Waking up just when you can get your two cents in? I thought, scoffing, Where have I seen that before? She clawed at the sand to pull herself forward, “Let’s start with the visual representation.”

The thief stepped back for a moment, his eye moving amongst the features of the room. Begrudgingly, let her continue.

“Great use of pistons for the drop, visually stunning… But the presentation!” She grunted, pulling her jaggedly misshapen legs out from under her so-called friend, “There was no buildup! No foreshadowing or bait, I felt more surprised than anything.”

Well, you were supposedly unconscious at the time. But go on.

“Two out of five.”

The phantom thief gasped, his eye wide. He looked shattered. The thief pulled his cape closer, his strained expression clear even with his mouth covered.

“B- But, it’s a trap! Isn’t it supposed to be unexpected?”

San waggled a finger at VF. I wondered if she remembered we were his captives. Notch, he didn’t seem like he remembered either, “No no no, there’s got to be some theatricality to it. You can’t just pull the rug out from under a group like that. You need to make them afraid, let them doubt their senses, get them really looking over their shoulders! Then, when they’re at they’re most vulnerable, you wait someone to say something like “It was probably nothing” or “What’s the worst that could happen?” and WHAM!! That’s when you do it.” The thief shifted himself, turning his body just enough to face away from us. He placed a hand on his chin, tapping as he thought to himself. His hand drifted, pulling nervously at his mask. A single eye darted to us and his whole body flinched in response, almost as if he’d forgotten the three of us were laying broken in a heap on his floor.

“O- Okay, that makes sense… But wasn’t it cool when I stole all your equipment and items…?” He muttered in a quiet voice. My arm flinched, my palm patting an empty pocket. Slenda’s eyes grew wide as she reached into the collar of her sweater, her hands grabbing at air as she grew frantic. San nodded, her lower lip out. She stroked her chin, admiring the new facet of our situation.

I slammed my fist in the sand, glaring at VF, “What the Nether did you do to all our potions?! And my pickaxe!”

VF pulled at his cape in an attempt to throw his silhouette, but it just flapped feebly, the thief sighing as it fell at his side. Grumbling, he put out an arm, a ghostly mist curling up from his sleeve. The mist stretched, wisps sharpening into the form of fingers. It was more like a claw then a hand, but it moved fluidly and naturally through the air as if it was a part of him. Like an animal’s tail. He let a miniaturized pickaxe fall from his sleeve, the phantom hand catching it.

“This is my mod.” He said simply, “It’s like a… A ghost hand. It’s kinda useful.” His voice was still low. The situation began to set in, He’s definitely a threat… Not just an RPer or nerd, he’s a real modder, I thought, muscles in my stomach tightening, Though, he really does need to work on his presentation.

Slenda snapped at him, demanding our items back, but he only continued to mutter quietly about his trap, ignoring her. Honestly it was hard to tell whether he was talking to us or the floor, “I’ll try to do better next time. This went way better than my last trap though. I sealed these two adventurers in a tank of rising water where they couldn’t use their weapons--only one of them could swim—I thought it was pretty daring, but afterwards they said it was just so-so… I’m optimistic about my next one at least.”

I sighed loudly, realizing we’d returned to the trap workshop. I looked at Slenda. She was fuming, protesting sternly to a deaf audience. San and VF were too busy discussing traps.

“Yeah, that’d be an automatic zero out of five for me.” San said, laying her head on her shoulder, a confident smirk trying to mask the pain in her legs, “Too much water.”

The thief nodded thoughtfully and thanked San, the creeper girl making a short bow. Slenda coughed, calling VF’s attention. He looked at her in started confusion for a few moments before his eye lit up, his body swinging around.

“Oh! Crapbaskets, I almost forgot!”

VillainFan pressed a button on the wall behind him, the sand around us spilling and shaking as machines moved out of sight. Slenda glanced around nervously, trying to right herself on broken legs so she could run. San beamed, scanning the room, absolutely delighted at the new addition. Before we could run or even know what we were running from, a ring of iron bars rose up from the ground around us, three blocks high on all sides, sealing us in.

Our captor stood before us with a sinister pride, knowing we could do little to escape. I thought of mining my way out, but the emptiness of my pocket struck me suddenly, my heart sinking. Before we could have just broken through and limped away, mined our way out of the underground, but now��

“This isn’t half bad!” San cheered, knocking on the bars. I swear I could see VF blush.

The thief hit another button in the wall that was next to the other one, this one causing the wall behind him to open up, a door-sized chunk of the wall recessing into the sandstone around it. How long was he putting this together?? I questioned, This place is a fully functioning secret base!

The thief turned, his ghostly hand extending from his body, twisting off his shoulder, tossing the pickaxe he’d stolen at the floor so that it planted firmly in the ground. His body began to disappear in the darkness of the doorway, the light of the connected room blotted out. He cast a golden eye over his shoulder.

“No mercy, eh?” San asked, smirking.

VF chuckled, taking a long stride through the door and throwing up the end of his coat so that it flapped dramatically behind him. Crap. It actually worked this time.

“Mercy is for wimps.”

The door slammed, leaving us in the amber darkness of dim torches, the walls flickering, claustrophobic. There was an authentic pressure as he left. I started to feel unsure as I stared around at the walls, my mind pushing escape scenarios that I knew wouldn’t work. I began to doubt that we would ever leave.

“Well, at least he left us alone, maybe he’s not that smart after all…” Slenda said weakly, pulling herself across the mound she laid on, sand spilling around her in small clouds. San shrugged, “I dunno, I thought he was pretty cool at the end there.”

The blocks in the wall moved suddenly, the shape of a hat and a single eye poking around the corner.

“R- Really?” Our captor asked nervously.

Slenda stared, bemused. Her cuddle buddy flashed VF a thumbs-up and he disappeared back around the corner. Slenda’s head fell into her open hands, “We’re being held captive by a loser…”

We surveyed the cage, finding it without cracks or openings, the iron bars freshly made. It would take a while to punch through them… But it should still be possible. I propped myself up against the wall and delivered and swung my first hard at the bars, only for it to softly bounce off, almost like there was a thick padding around the bar. I tried to grip the steel only for my fingers to freeze a pixel away from it, unable to make true contact.

“What the…?”

“Aaand he has a command block active,” Slenda groaned, “Fantastic.”

I stared at the bars, imagining the protective field around them. Command blocks were a thing I’d only heard of, before now. They worked like admin commands, but were on all the time and anchored to a block. Like tiny robotic gods you could keep hidden in the floor. They could teleport large groups of people, give anyone within their field of influence items, and, unfortunately for us, make blocks in their vicinity unbreakable.

San reclined against the bars, “Dang, that ghost boy really turned this whole thing around, didn’t he? I can dig it.”

“Ugh, we could always kill each other. Whoever gets hit will go back to the Sandy Speakeasy and can come rescue the rest of us.” Slenda posited. I shivered.

"Not... A great option?" I squeaked, Slenda rolling her eyes.

I sighed, my mind beginning to skim through scenarios, flipping swiftly through plans and discarding them just as quick, my body sinking into the corner made by two bars. Can’t dig under, can’t climb over, can’t go through… Would rather not die. It was hard to find a truly practical option. I went back to the desert, retracing our encounters, trying to think of what mod I had. Nope… I thought, blowing out a disheartened puff of air, Dusty’s drinks. Not exactly useful here.

Pulling myself vertically along the bars, I got myself back to a sitting position, holding out my hand. I focused, a shiver running through my arm. “That’s right, you still have Dustin’s mod. At least we’ll be able to heal this stupid fall damage.” Slenda smiled weakly. Her eyes were unmoving. “Drinks!!” San cheered, throwing her arms up.

Smoke poured down my sleeve and into my hand. Is it for the glass? I thought, my head tilting. It spun into a round shape, sticking to the inside of my hand but never fully taking shape. The smoke stayed wispy, ghostly.  Slenda’s face lit up.

“Cyrus..!”

I turned over my hand, the mist flowing around, following it like a shadow. It began to peel away, taking its own shape. The shape of a hand.

“You don’t have Dusty’s mod anymore. You have VF’s.”

The realization was immediate and electric, as was the smile sparking across my face. My eyes tagged the space on the wall where the phantom thief had vanished, the buttons sat less than a block away. I looked at the ghostly claw shifting gently in my sleeve, tugged at by the air.

With as much dramatic flair as I could muster I threw my arm between two bars, towards the cage button, casting the ghost hand towards it like a hook. The hand flew over to the button, pausing in the air just in front of it and pressing it with an extended index finger, the bars around us beginning to sink into the sand as pistons chugged along in the walls. Adrenaline was flowing through me, my hand clenched in a confident ball, but our escape wasn’t over yet. And our legs were still broken. My eyes flashed to the pickaxe on the floor, then to San. Without words, we set a plan into motion.

Slenda pulled the pickaxe from the floor and San pushed herself up against the wall, crouching just under the buttons. I crawled up next to her, joining my crippled crew. Quick taps of boots on sandstone echoed from the other side of the wall as the thief came to investigate the source of the mechanical noises, mumbling nervously to himself as he went. Inside of a second, the blocks retracted into the wall, VF stepped out, and Slenda swung her pickaxe at his legs, the blade hooking his leg below the knee and sending him to the sandstone where San pinned him, throwing her body on top of his like a playful dogpile.

Like a reflex, his phantom hand leapt from the collar of his coat, sailing for Slenda’s throat. I cast mine out at the same time, my phantom limb snaring his, sending the two tumbling to the ground where they intertwined, both of their forms becoming confused and inert as their masses dissipated into each other. Neither of them were completely physical, but they seemed to be able to subdue each other. I wasn’t quite sure how it worked, but it was good enough for me. Slenda rifled through the thief’s pockets, tossing us morsels of food as she restored her own inventory. The food tasted like sand, but my bones didn’t care. They snapped back into place, healing as good as new, my stomach and health both topped off. VF huffed impatiently.

“How was I supposed to know you could copy mods…?” He griped, “Doesn’t this break the whole foreshadowing rule, San?”

The creeper girl put a finger to her chin, considering it, but Slenda delivered a swift kick to the thief’s side and reminded San not to listen to our captive. The creeper girl shrugged it off, her body falling limp and heavy on the thief once more. As feeling returned to my legs, I stood and stretched, craning my neck into the sandstone doorway. There was light on the other side, and I could see the edge of a chest. VF uttered muffled protests, but with our phantom arms wrestling in the sand, he couldn’t stop me from entering his sanctum.

I stepped out of a raucous hostage situation and into a quiet study. The room was made of sandstone blocks as well, but had walls checkered with orange wool and decorated with frames. Each frame held a small item or tool, most of which were completely alien to our world. A collection of stolen mods. At the end of the room was a command block with a lever atop it, and behind it a ladder that was enveloped in the orange light of the afternoon above. But something else caught my eye.

On a nearby table was another strange, likely modded, device; a box-shaped contraption with a glass lens on the front and a lamp on top. Near it was a frame, likely where VF was about to store it, and a pile of pictures printed on clean white paper. They were clear as if you had seen them with your own eyes, but didn’t seem painted or made by hand in any way. The picture on the top of the pile interested me the most… Because Slenda and Roxxie were both in it. With two others.

"Aren't these weird?" Slenda asked, pulling one off the wall. A few were pinned to the wall with swords and daggers, most depicting interesting locations like ruins or other players’ creations. I tapped my finger against the one with Slenda and Roxxie and her eyes drifted to it, resting on it for a few moments before exploding open. She clawed the photo from the desk, holding it close to her face.

“How did… He get this picture?” She searched the desk for more pictures she recognized, seemingly finding several, her heart practically jumping through her sweater. She lifted up the boxy device likely responsible for the images, turning it over in her hands, “And Penelope’s camera!”

The sound of dragging cloth came from the hall as San stepped in, holding VF by his collar. Apparently San had gotten bored of holding him while we advanced the plot. She didn’t have to do much work to hold him though. No wispy hand extended from his cloak and the shine in his golden eyes was replaced by a half-lidded malaise as he waited for his bad day to end. He looked completely defeated.

“Please don’t be so rough… I’m not wearing any armor, so my health is pretty--”

He looked up at Slenda, then the camera in her hands. His golden eye shined as his face contorted under his mask. I was expecting a yell, a scream, but he only spoke in his same frail voice. “H- Hey! P- Please put that back where you found it..! It’s mine.”

Slenda scowled at him, wrapping the device tightly in her arms. He tried to get to his feet and jump towards her but San knocked him onto the sandstone floor and promptly sat on him. A dry gust of air was shoved from his lungs, his arms falling flat on the floor. I knew how much she weighed… He wasn’t getting up anytime soon.

“You stole this from my friend, I’m taking it back.” Slenda growled, cramming the camera into her inventory.

“That’s fair…” The thief sighed into the stone. Honestly, I felt kinda bad for him. I stepped forward, hands on my hips. “Come on, dude,” I urged, “You’re a desert thief! You say something cooler than that!”

“G- Give that back… Darn it!” He cursed quietly. San looked at me, an uneasy smile on her face. She moved off of him slightly, now just holding him down with her arm. “I’ll settle for split custody… I follow you guys to Giant’s Way, we trade it back and forth. I just like it ‘cause it looks cool…”

Slenda stepped forward, a suspicious twitch in her eye, "How did you know we were going to Giant's Way?" She questioned.

"I was there in the bar." Phantom leered back at her, "How do you think I was able to set up this trap? I mean, if you guys wandered a different direction I'd be--"

San’s eyes lit up, her hand leaving his back entirely. It was strange but, rather than terrified or bemused of the masked dork, I was honestly impressed. I mean, of his trap making abilities of course, not of his combat skills, theatrics, or social skills or… Well you get the idea.

I let out a “Wow” without even thinking. Slenda leered at me.

“You built this all overnight?!” San gleamed. Slenda’s face remained stone, “That’s incredible!! You should join our crew! We’re gonna have to fight this really powerful modder who beat up my girlfriend and got her kicked out of our server. You even know the area so you’d be great for the job!!”

“Really?” VF asked, his voice breathless but filled with enthusiasm.

“No.” Slenda countered, squinting at the pair, "I know Roxxane probably just seems like a monster to you... Or maybe even less... But she's my friend," Slenda gazed into the photo, scanning the image, “And we’re going to try diplomacy first. I don’t intend on dropping her down some sandy death pit… Or blowing her up. And I doubly don’t intend on taking someone who just tried to leave us for dead along for the ride.”

San looked up at her cuddle buddy with puppy dog eyes. The soft eyes behind Slenda’s cracked lenses faltered for a moment, but as her fingers traced the photo her eyes once again became cold, hard pearls. She put the picture in the neck of her sweater, depositing it in her inventory. I put a hand on her shoulder. She flinched at first, glaring at me, but her eyes quickly softened. Crouching next to VF, I took a deep breath.

“Do you guys actually want to take me along?” VF asked, his voice pricked with genuine excitement, but dripping with anxiety. I looked at Slenda, who squinted at me. I knew it looked bad, but San was right… At least partially.

“It’d be kinda hard to take you on considering only one of our members actually trusts you...” I sighed, scratching my head, “But I’d be lying if I said you wouldn’t be useful.”

Even if he couldn’t be an ally, he could be our guide. Slenda scoffed, her feet scratching the sandstone. I didn’t look at her. “She won’t let us bring you along, but do you have any information that could help us? Or anything we can use to our advantage? I’d appreciate it at the very least.”

The thief brought himself to his knees, dusting the sand off his pants and coat.

“I have friends in the next server, I could let them know you’re coming and they could help you out. Give you supplies or help you if things get ugly.”

I nodded, clapping a hand against the thief’s back. A cloud of sand sprayed from his mask. He groaned, but continued. His tone was bright, he sounded excited to help out even if he was more of a hostage than anything.

“There’s also a pool of lava beneath Giant’s Way. A huge one. So try to avoid that… And um, there’s a shrine to Herobrine in the center. I know some modders believe in that stuff, so she might be there. It’s in the middle of the big temple part. Can’t miss it.” A breath left the thief as his chest came against the tops of his legs, his body curling up. At least we don’t have to restrain him. It looked like we’d be able to walk out of here without much problem.

I looked at Slenda, thinking about the pictures she so quickly sealed away. The people she was hiding. There was a man and a woman, both around her age, though the man stood behind them all. He had a powerful air about them. Slenda and the others were all smiling, holding each other. It looks like one of the few happy memories Slenda has. How come she’s hiding it from us? I didn’t want our group to have any more secrets, not after the whole San incident, but now didn’t seem like the time to ask. I rose to my feet, a hand on my hip. “Sorry for making this brief VF, but it looks like we’re gonna have to go. Can’t keep Roxxie waiting.”

“O- Okay...” He sighed, “I’m gonna take a nap.” Too bad he wasn’t coming with us. Honestly, looking at his beat-up form curled up on the sandstone floor, hearing his tired voice croak in his chest, I couldn’t relate to anyone more. Just another dork wearing a coat too big in the heat, beat up and given up on looking cool. Oh well… I thought, Maybe next time, when we meet outside of a trap. Maybe we’ll even get along.

“Well enjoy your nap my dude!” San grinned, “We’ll be seeing you!” She delivered a hearty pat to the thief’s back, which apparently took the last of his health.

With a guttural oof, VillainFan42 vanished, leaving only a cloud of smoke and some scattered belongings. The three of us looked at each other for a moment, each face as baffled as the last. San pulled her lips between her teeth. I couldn’t tell if she was cringing in guilt or trying to hold back a laugh. After a few seconds, her hands clapped together. She pointed them towards the ladder

“So uh, Giant’s Way then?” she asked the two of us. We nodded. “Giant’s Way.”

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The fic "The Simple Solution" by VillainFan42 (AO3 ID: 26312890) solves all the angst that comes with the Suspected Traitor AU. TAKE THAT, it doesn't have to always be terrible.

Good for you.

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Bro I cannot Believe there aren't more dadkauchi fics (or fics w tsukauchi in general)?? I read like, One and. There's No More. This man doesn't have much content huh

you KNOW he’s my fave (or well, i feel like ppl don’t because i don’t write/talk about him as much) but he genuinely is in my top favorite characters and probably the only character that instantly endeared themselves to me. he’s my husband i love him

anyway: 

Private Eye M Series by cryptidren

In which Izuku's analytical skills are put to use in a different fashion.

Interrogations by scythian

Dabi is caught and most likely never getting out. He may have a chance to save someone.

Spring's Whisperings by scythian

Detective Tsukauchi Naomosa tries to always have good faith in people. It's tested greatly when cases get dumped onto him; such as the case of missing five year old Midoriya Izuku. Few leads and even fewer witnesses that hardly care, Naomosa can only hope for the best. Especially when the only one willing to help is young Bakugou Katsuki.

The Taker by ASmoothCriminal

UA's infamous class 1-A is on break for a month, but that doesn't mean Tsukauchi can rest. There's a new vigilante in town and the detective needs to catch them before they hurt themselves. Or someone else.

(when the law fails to serve us) we must serve as the law by kayteedancer

“Is he hostile, Tsukauchi?” Shouta murmured, using his capture weapon to great effect as he closed the distance between him and the warehouse.

“He’s a vigilante, Eraser, a lone wolf that’s more of a pain in my ass than an actual hostile,” the detective grumbled and Shouta felt an eyebrow tick up in interest.

In Shouta’s experience, lone vigilantes didn’t tend to involve themselves in organized crime like this. They tended to focus more on petty crime and single-perpetrator crimes and leaving the more group-oriented crimes to vigilante groups or Pro Heroes. That this vigilante was getting involved meant that the person was either extremely confident in their abilities to handle the situation, or was suicidal. Shouta really didn’t want to wait to find out which.

The Simple Solution by VillainFan42

Your standard Suspected Traitor Izuku story, except Aizawa and Nedzu do what any sane person would do and call in Tsukauchi from the very beginning, saving everyone a lot of time.

(I'll use you as a) Warning Sign by CalicoLynx

Trying to help someone you know and love can be hard, but at least you can help them. You can take them in your arms and hold them as they cry, or get in front of them to shield them from pain, or just be there as a physical grounding presence.

On the other had, trying to help someone you haven’t physically met is harder still. You can hear them out, can offer advice, can be a necessary conversationalist. But you can never touch them, can never hold them, can never breathe next to them.

While many people eventually find their soulmates, others never do and are forced to settle for sharing their dreams, where that physical barrier is so tantalizingly close…and still so impossibly impenetrable.

Found Families by MoonMorel

Izuku is expecting the call when it comes. There have been two false alarms, so far; a call from a telemarketer, selling something with a spiel that Izuku hadn’t taken the time to really listen to; he’d hung up after a stuttered goodbye and cautiously set the phone down. The second time it sounded, about an hour later, heralded a series of texts from Uraraka-- both times had Izuku jumping at the sound of his phone buzzing, launching himself across the room to snatch it from where it was resting on the coffee-table in the living room. Both times, his mother had poked her head out of the kitchen to eye him worriedly; both times, he had given her an uneven smile and shaken his head.

“Not him,” he’d mouthed, and she had nodded, and disappeared back into the kitchen.

OR: slight canon divergence; Izuku visits All Might in the hospital in CH. 95.

and my fic! (duh)

forgetting truth by achievingelysium

And, as Toshinori doesn’t fail to tell him, Midoriya would be dead had Naomasa not taken the last bullet for him.

There are a couple words Toshinori leaves out of the sentence, but Naomasa knows how to read between the lines. He’s a detective. Of course he knows.

Naomasa takes a bullet for Midoriya, and deals with the aftermath.

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The Simple Solution

The Simple Solution by VillainFan42

Your standard Suspected Traitor Izuku story, except Aizawa and Nedzu do what any sane person would do and call in Tsukauchi from the very beginning, saving everyone a lot of time.

Words: 1606, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: Gen

Characters: Midoriya Izuku, Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead, Tsukauchi Naomasa, Nedzu

Additional Tags: Suspected Traitor Midoriya Izuku, Parody, No Angst, Smart Nedzu, One-Shot

Read Here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/26312890

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Design Flaw

Design Flaw by VillainFan42

Hatsume Mei just wanted to help. But she forgot to take certain variables into account (namely the newly-developed Black Whip), Izuku's life is in danger, and she has no one to blame but herself.

Words: 3564, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: Gen

Characters: Hatsume Mei, Midoriya Izuku, Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead, Yagi Toshinori | All Might, Shimura Nana

Relationships: Hatsume Mei & Midoriya Izuku, Possible Hatsume Mei/Midoriya Izuku if you squint

Additional Tags: Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Guilt, Angst with a Happy Ending, Major Character Injury, Accidental Self-Harm, Sentient Quirks, Discord: No Writing Academia Fic Telephone

Read Here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/29632818

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Sleeper Hit

Sleeper Hit

FFN: Sleeper Hit

By: VillainFan42

Summary: “Do you think you would have liked to have studied at UA had you been given the chance?” the interviewer asked.

“I actually did make it into UA. Passed the Entrance Exam and everything. Qualified for Class A even. I was expelled the first day because I didn’t have a quirk that would help me throw a baseball.”

Status: Complete

Words: 23,640  Chapters: 5/5  Language: English

Fandom: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: Major Character Death

Category: Gen

Characters: Midoriya Izuku, Uraraka Ochako, Bakugou Katsuki, Kirishima Eijirou, Yaoyorozu Momo, Ashido Mina, Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead, Todoroki Shouto, Hagakure Tooru, Shinsou Hitoshi, Midoriya Inko, Hatsume Mei, Nedzu (My Hero Academia)

Relationship: Hatsume Mei/Midoriya Izuku, Ashido Mina & Uraraka Ochako, Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead & Shinsou Hitoshi, Midoriya Izuku & Uraraka Ochako, Kirishima Eijirou & Midoriya Izuku

Additional Tag: Big Hero 6 (2014) References, Midoriya Izuku Does Not Have One for All Quirk, Midoriya Izuku Does Not Go to U.A. High School, Quirkless Midoriya Izuku, Pro Hero Class 1-A (My Hero Academia), Quirk Discrimination (My Hero Academia), Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Guilt, Apologies, Pro Hero Midoriya Izuku, Midoriya Izuku Has Trust Issues, Midoriya Izuku is Expelled from U.A. High School, Good Parent Midoriya Inko, Misunderstandings, Dead Yagi Toshinori | All Might, Kirishima Eijirou Has One For All Quirk, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Aizawa is heavily flawed, Canon-Typical Violence, Aizawa Shouta/Consequences, Bakugou Katsuki/Consequences

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Fic search for your followers. Anti-Aizawa fics pls???

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Hindsight is a Harsh Mistress

Hindsight is a Harsh Mistress by VillainFan42

One of Izuku's former classmates thinks about his life and comes face to face with his biggest regret.

Words: 2681, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Series: Part 4 of Sleeper Hit AU

Fandoms: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: Gen

Characters: Midoriya Izuku, That one long fingered kid from Aldera, Original Characters

Additional Tags: Bitter Midoriya Izuku, Quirkless Midoriya Izuku, Smart Midoriya Izuku, Pro Hero Midoriya Izuku, Apologies, Guilt, Quirk Discrimination, Bullying, Mentioned Bakugou Katsuki, Reconciliation

Read Here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/26434813

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Sleeper Hit

Sleeper Hit by VillainFan42

“Do you think you would have liked to have studied at UA had you been given the chance?” the interviewer asked.

“I actually did make it into UA. Passed the Entrance Exam and everything. Qualified for Class A even. I was expelled the first day because I didn't have a quirk that would help me throw a baseball.”

Words: 23647, Chapters: 5/5, Language: English

Fandoms: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: Major Character Death

Categories: Gen

Characters: Midoriya Izuku, Uraraka Ochako, Bakugou Katsuki, Kirishima Eijirou, Yaoyorozu Momo, Ashido Mina, Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead, Todoroki Shouto, Hagakure Tooru, Shinsou Hitoshi, Midoriya Inko, Hatsume Mei, Nedzu

Relationships: Hatsume Mei/Midoriya Izuku, Ashido Mina & Uraraka Ochako, Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead & Shinsou Hitoshi, Midoriya Izuku & Uraraka Ochako, Kirishima Eijirou & Midoriya Izuku

Additional Tags: Big Hero 6 (2014) References, Midoriya Izuku Does Not Have One for All Quirk, Midoriya Izuku Does Not Go to U.A. High School, Quirkless Midoriya Izuku, Pro Hero Class 1-A, Quirk Discrimination, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Guilt, Apologies, Pro Hero Midoriya Izuku, Midoriya Izuku Has Trust Issues, Midoriya Izuku is Expelled from U.A. High School, Good Parent Midoriya Inko, Misunderstandings, Dead Yagi Toshinori | All Might, Kirishima Eijirou Has One For All Quirk, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Aizawa is heavily flawed, Canon-Typical Violence, Aizawa Shouta/Consequences, Bakugou Katsuki/Consequences

Read Here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/24963382

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Impostor

Impostor by VillainFan42

Shortly after the class's introduction to Sleeper Hit, Hagakure realizes that making it into Class 1-A might have just been a fluke.

Words: 2017, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Series: Part 2 of Sleeper Hit AU

Fandoms: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: Gen

Characters: Hagakure Tooru, Ojiro Mashirao, Fukukado Emi | Ms. Joke, Mr. Brave, Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead (mentioned)

Relationships: Hagakure Tooru & Ojiro Mashirao

Additional Tags: Hurt/Comfort, Mild Angst

Read Here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/25652947

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(Fuck Zelda Players)

A request from @artworkandturnips and @villainfan42! I know the struggle all too well...

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A request I did for @villainfan42 over on my twitter! 

I always love when someone gives me a concept for a request and it’s actually hilarious xD I’m like heck, of course I’ll make it, it’s my honor

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Sleeper Hit AU by VillainFan42

A Path Well Paved by guardiantoa

And You’re Expelled by me (this one is complete crack)

Do you know any fics where Aizawa expells Izuku from the hero course? I only know Of Twisted Arm and Bended Knee by Cornflower_Blue, orkestrations and Expelled by SunflowerDrake (I knew another but I forgot)

Fic finders, ASSEMBLE!

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by VillainFan42

Your standard Suspected Traitor Izuku story, except Aizawa and Nedzu do what any sane person would do and call in Tsukauchi from the very beginning, saving everyone a lot of time.

Words: 1606, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: Gen

Characters: Midoriya Izuku, Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead, Tsukauchi Naomasa, Nedzu (My Hero Academia)

Additional Tags: Suspected Traitor Midoriya Izuku, Parody, No Angst, Smart Nedzu (My Hero Academia), One Shot

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by VillainFan42

It's your standard Suspected Traitor Izuku story, except Aizawa and Nedzu do what any sane person would do and call in Tsukauchi from the start, saving everyone a whole lot of time.

Words: 1606, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Characters: Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead, Tsukauchi Naomasa, Nedzu (My Hero Academia), Midoriya Izuku

Additional Tags: Suspected Traitor Midoriya Izuku, Smart Nedzu (My Hero Academia), Parody, No Angst, Mentioned bullying, One Shot