#build-a-villain au

[thebnha-auhoard]

Old stories, Young Hearts By Aurora01BorealZory

prompt:yakuza Kai shares some stories of his and Oboro's younger days

Words:1,730 Chapters:1/1, Language:English

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

Rating: Not Rated

Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply

Category: Gen

Characters: Kurogiri (My Hero Academia), Shirakumo Oboro, Midoriya Izuku, Shinsou Hitoshi, Shishikura Seiji, Eri (My Hero Academia), Chisaki Kai | Overhaul

Relationships: Chisaki Kai | Overhaul & Eri, Chisaki Kai | Overhaul & Midoriya Izuku, Chisaki Kai | Overhaul & Kurogiri, Chisaki Kai | Overhaul & Shishikura Seiji, Chisaki Kai | Overhaul & Shinsou Hitoshi, Midoriya Izuku & Shinsou Hitoshi, Eri & Midoriya Izuku, Kurogiri & Midoriya Izuku, Eri & Kurogiri (My Hero Academia), Kurogiri & Shishikura Seiji

Additional Tags: Domestic, Groceries, Telling Stories, Tattoos, Yakuza, Kurogiri is Shirakumo Oboro, Parental Shirakumo Oboro, Shirakumo Oboro is a Little Shit, Parental Kurogiri (My Hero Academia), Vigilante Kurogiri (My Hero Academia), kurogiri is his vigilante persona, Good Parent Chisaki Kai | Overhaul, Out of Character Chisaki Kai | Overhaul, veryyyyy, Out of Character, Midoriya Izuku Has a Quirk, Midoriya Izuku is a Dork, Midoriya Izuku is a Little Shit, Midoriya Izuku is a Problem Child, Midoriya Izuku is Not a Hero, Midoriya Izuku & Shinsou Hitoshi Friendship, Shinsou Hitoshi is a Little Shit, Shishikura Seiji is a Little Shit, danm when your character is so background there isn't even tags with him, Cute Eri (My Hero Academia), Eri is a Ray of Sunshine (My Hero Academia), everyone here is a vigilante except eri because she's a toddler at the grand age of 4, Mentioned Shie Hassaikai | Eight Precepts of Death - Freeform, Build-A-Villain, Build-A-Villain AU, Discord: No Writing Academia Fic Fight (My Hero Academia), Discord: No Writing Academia Fic Fight 2023 (My Hero Academia), No Beta We Die Like Sasaki Mirai | Sir Nighteye, Team Villains, NWA Fic Fight Team Villains, Fic Fight Team Villains

Part 5 of fic fight got this hands but i'm ok

[aro-in-danyl]

DP x DC Prompt #2 - Fenton Cafe

Inspired by that one underground bar post @stealingyourbones

The Fentons move to Gotham to support Jazz at her new college and open up a small cafe on the first floor of their blimp house to earn money. 

Now the Fentons moved to a sketchy part of Gotham cause that’s the only place they could land safely. It doesn’t take long for rogues to slither in looking for easy cash. 

And promptly get blasted by the Fenton anti-ghost Defense System. They wake up to Maddie and Jack tending to their wounds and shoving a tin of fudge into their hands, respectively. The goon/rogue gets booted by Danny after being forced to listen to his parent’s ghost rant for several hours. 

Weirdly, it doesn’t take long before the cafe becomes a safe haven for rogues and goons alike to relax. But then the bats arrive to get a handle on the new ‘villain hideout.’

The Fenton’s don’t discriminate. The bats get the same treatment as the rogues all the way down to the complimentary fudge. No one comes into their house with that kind of attitude. 

It’s a Violence-free unless you’re a Fenton zone. 

But It’s a real party when Danny’s rogues start showing up. 

[phoenixcatch7]

Kintsukuroi

'What if I put a clock pendulum in my torso' was the sort of question Bruce had come to expect when visiting Oracle.

"Pendulums are dependant on a stable base," he replied, because the last time he'd assumed they were being unserious Tim had tried to fit a chemistry test lab in his mouth and accidentally leaked the fumes through his mask.

"It'd be so aesthetic though," said Barbara, not looking up from the dozen screens she was surrounded by. "Listen. It would look so cool - Spoiler, robbery on fifth and main - Especially if I put a clock face over my heart."

"I thought you were trying to fit a super computer in it?"

"I was, but progress is slow. It's hard to fit it and enough padding to protect it plus leave enough room for ventilation. If I add the pendulum I might at least get inspiration." She gave a heavy sigh and pushed away from the desk, gliding in her chair to where her doll body was resting on a table, the glue separating the two halves of the smashed torso still glistening. Bruce followed, peering over her at the many scanners and wires hooked into it, flashing and beeping.

"Any luck?" he asked, and they both knew he wasn't talking about the computer anymore.

"Nothing."

He squeezed her shoulder, and she leant into it. They stayed there for a long moment.

"I just don't understand!" Barbara finally burst out, hands clenching on her chair arms. "I glued nearly every single piece back together! I made sure every splinter I could find went exactly where it should! I know the contract is still there. She's worked with more missing pieces before. But she's just not responding!"

"It's not you," Bruce soothed. "You've more than enough determination and strength to puppet, and we know the human body's state doesn't affect performance."

"That's the thing!" Barbara threw her hands up angrily, nearly smacking Bruce in the face. There was a chatter over comms, and both reached for their own. "One second," she said tightly, and wheeled back into the glow of the monitors. "Copy. BW, you're nearest? Thanks. Try and avoid the sniper this time. Wing, backup is in five."

She muted again and spun around, pinning Bruce with a heavy stare. "Is there anything, anything you can think of? We've - nothing I've tried has worked."

"Well...." He trailed off, one hand coming up to rub at the chin of his mask - a quiet night meant the opportunity to forgo the practical but muffling gas mask for his favoured plain black.

It was far from the first time a doll had been horrifically damaged. The incident with Bane came to mind - Batman had been in a very similar condition, body shorn clean in two and tossed to opposite corners. It was an awful memory, but the expression on Bane and the audience's faces as his bloodless body fell apart like a rotting tree trunk and then kept moving was a silver lining he'd always treasure.

But he'd been repaired and back on his feet in weeks, if bearing the incandescent fury of the doll for several more. It had been months for Barbara, and still nothing was happening.

"There's something we're missing, and I doubt it's on your side."

"I know THAT-"

"Listen," he demanded, and her jaw clicked shut mutinously. "There's something we're not seeing. Batgirl is in no shape to demand it herself, it seems. So its inaction is something we can't fully rely on."

"You've got the most experience with the dolls of all of us. Can you.. I don't know, sense anything?"

"Nothing more than the usual, with the Patriarch Doll, but we might get more if we return to the doll house -"

"No." Barbara interrupted again, but Bruce did not take offence. "She's not going anywhere. She doesn't want to head back to the cave."

Oh?

"She doesn't want to, or she doesn't care to?"

"I say she doesn't."

Interesting. This was likely a case of the doll exerting its will. The bats were well versed in avoiding the few lines their wooden bodies drew in the sand, treating them with the wary respect one would give a favorite blade or a highly trained attack dog. They could work together, share the highs and lows of life with them, but never get complacent. The dolls were forever a foreign, inhuman presence, and as with all wild creatures they would never be so arrogant as to assume full understanding. For Barbara to so strongly decide for the doll meant she was most likely not the only one deciding.

Which meant the solution would not be found in the cave.

"Perhaps there are upgrades she wishes to have?"

Oracle paused.

"Maybe," she conceded. "But there's practically a limitless amount of things I could do, and I wouldn't know where to start. And I could more easily do them when she's up and walking."

Not that then. If the doll wanted something to change but not receive upgrades or heal, than what?

... Not heal.

Batman hurried to the table. Oracle watched him with hawk eyes, but another call on the comms turned her away with a final warning glance.

Recovering every single splinter from a damaged wooden object and perfectly reattaching it was nigh impossible on a good day, never mind in the dead of night with a moving target. The dolls always returned to the cave to regenerate scratches and nicks they couldn't buff out, or accepted plaster to transmute with whatever supernatural power guided them.

The batgirl on the table, divested of all covering and armour, was still as chipped and scuffed as the day nightwing recovered last splinter.

The pieces fell into place.

"She doesn't want to be perfectly rebuilt," he realised. "She doesn't want the damage to disappear as it normally does... She wants it to remain visible. A different type of repair, then."

Oracle spun in her wheelchair to face him.

"Why?" she asked, something sharp in her eyes. Bruce chose his next words carefully.

"Perhaps she thinks such damage doesn't need to be hidden away," he said, slowly, and didn't comment when she turned away. Though she put on a strong face, and the doctors had recently released her full time, it would be a long time until the young hero was able to truly heal her mind.

"She doesn't need to do that for me. She's just causing me trouble."

"I don't think she is," he tried. "Dolls tend to reflect their puppeteer even after they accept us. You can't deny your trajectory has been changed."

They both sent a significant look to the enormous super computer taking up the wall.

"You've said you almost feel better able to protect Gotham now, with your reach and skills. Do you really feel that way?"

"I - I don't -" her mouth worked silently, and Bruce waited. "I mean I guess... But a part of me always assumed it'd be temporary, you know? Once I fixed batgirl.. It'd all return to normal." Her voice wobbled, and Bruce didn't hesitate to crouch before her, wrapping her in a long armed hug. She buried herself in his chest, regardless of the chilled metal.

"It's okay if you don't," he whispered into her hair, and held her as she shook. "I'm just throwing ideas around."

"I do though," she rasped. "I think I do feel that way. There's so much that can't be solved by violence, and it feels good to be out there but... I think I can help even more people, this way."

"That's good," he praised, "that's good. You can do whatever you set your mind to."

"You stole that from a parenting book verbatim."

"It's applicable to the current situation."

"Fine," she sighed, and pushed him away to roughly scrub at her eyes. "I'll give the doll another chance. Find some glitter glue or something, I don't know."

"Any materials you need will be provided," he promised. "I wouldn't recommend glitter glue or our usual tar."

He moved to pat her on the hair as the emotions of the moment faded, making sure to keep his unsheathed claws out of her hair.

"Once you fix her, though, I would recommend you puppet the doll during night hours still," he told her. "It wouldn't be good to put your body through twenty hour days."

"I've got a good system set up for now, but thank, B-man."

The computer dinged with another alert, and oracle spun to squint at it with a muffled curse, typing furiously. Batman escaped to the other side of the room, where the folders he'd originally come looking for lay. She waved, distracted, as he left, and although the doll could not smile, he could feel it on his face all the same.

@puppetmaster13u I summon thee dear mutual ^^

[little-pondhead]

What about jazz is she just watching on the side line at your brothers commits crimes ? Also I love your art esetonly your one of Ellea

Thank you very much!! I think Jazz would find out about her brother's adventures way before Sam and Tucker but wouldn't actually join in the fun until much later. She'd be the punk-rock type with a few semesters' worth of stress to blow through, so the DC universe would be like one of those destruction rooms where you just go apeshit on everything in there. Jazz does not and will not give a shit, college classes have her on the brink of following in her brother's footsteps to the grave, and someone just (foolishly) handed her a bat, so now it's time to go destroy some university president's car.

After only a week of being in the DC world, she's amassed a good-sized gang of college students who are also angry at the world and want to be violent about it. Also, Jazz provides free essential living resources and hosts study sessions sometimes, so that's a plus.

[ezlo-x]

Ily anon I hope im not putting you on the spot but Ive gotten similar asks like these and im assuming its all the same person

You must be my strongest soldier cuz its going to take a WHILE to get to Malice King but also I want to keep his hydrated state a surprise for the ppl including you 🫵

[glindyupland]

I just think it’s silly that so many people complain about Villain Amaya as “wasted potential” and that “we were robbed” like-

My pals, post canon fan fiction is right there. The desire to free her husband is right there. Either by touching an evil book while being too eager to remember the obsidian oil, or being possessed by contact (ie what she believes is true loves kiss) when trying to reason with him in the dungeon.

We don’t need a rewrite, we can have a continuation. Both can be true. Amaya is a complex character, she can handle it.

[rayadraws]

Resource guarding villain dogboy

[janamensch]

Juliett spidersona… much to think about. I know spiderman doesn‘t wear a cape but Juliett is too dramatic not to.

[brainicusrotticus]

how many bitches struggle with the dual powers of “i want to have a dedicated blog just for this interest and only ever share stuff about it and keep all my interests organized and separated with absolutely no overlap” and “i wanna go hog-fucking-wild liking and reblogging and not worry about being neat and maybe ferally gnaw on a rotisserie chicken on my hands and knees on a tarp in the backyard fighting my best friend for the good pieces while we both pretend we don’t notice the undercurrent of homoeroticism” beaming you directly in the head with pshycic damage. because i know it’s not just me.

[joseopher]

Callum is not a villain. 

He’s classified as one, sure.

But that’s where the comparison ends.

Villains always desire things so intensely and that desire will be their downfall. 

It’s all horrifically tragic. And utterly pathetic. 

This has been true with all the villains Callum’s fought and the many more he’s killed.

They all want power over their own situation, power over the masses, world domination, etc. etc.

Heroes are better, but not by much. 

They believe that if they just try hard enough, just care enough, just do what's right enough, everything will work out.

But the truth is that the world is not a storybook. When select people across the world started developing powers everyone (except those who already knew the truth) imagined great tales and fantasies. 

They were wrong.

There’s no happy ending. 

No message.

No moral.

No meaning. 

It’s just a tapestry of emotions weaved together and ripped apart.

Libby is a hero, truly one in more than just a title. Parisa is a villain and working toward becoming one officially with whatever she’s doing with Dalton. They will both be disappointed in the end. 

Nico and Reina are so impartial and self-interested as to be wholly negligible. Nico is a hero in title and Reina is ‘’studying’’, she tried to get Callum involved in her god complex but he had already found something else to occupy as time. 

Tristan is a soldier. He follows wherever he is most persuasively led.

And Callum is an assassin. Which in some ways is also a soldier but rather than being driven by some pipe dream of morals, assassins are driven by themselves. Personal reaction rather than some larger.

And that reaction is that he’s bored.

[thebnha-auhoard]

I have to say I adore your art!!!! may I ask for more Build a Villain au tidbits? also do you guys do Omakes?

-Sincerely a New Fan✨

i don't think i understand what Omakes are? but here some fun fact about BAV!

Kai is such bad cook, do not trust that man in a kitchen

Oboro and seiji are in charge of clothe care, kai is in charge of drier

Oboro has some licenses for some vehicles, be it legal or not

Seiji won't learn how to ride a bike, that is his choice somehow, everyone is confused about this hill to die on

Kai and Eri's mom had the biggest middle school children rivalry EVER

this vigilante family is currently the number one searched for in the hero community :3

[piosplayhouse]

love scum villain because I can say 2 characters accidentally have a biological child platonically using a canon plot device and no one will even blink

[faithfulcat111]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Stranger Things (TV 2016) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Jonathan Byers/Nancy Wheeler Characters: Jonathan Byers, Nancy Wheeler Additional Tags: Background Eleven | Jane Hopper, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Alternate Universe - Soulmates, Soulmate-Identifying Marks, Romantic Soulmates, Platonic Soulmates, Multiple Soulmates, POV Jonathan Byers, No Dialogue, Pre-Season/Series 04, Post-Season/Series 04, Background Relationships, sibling relationships, Feels, Mentioned Characters, Jancy Weekend Summary:

He was pretty sure he loved her in all her determination and steel. But how could he trust that when somewhere between the two of them, there was something blocking them from fully connecting. From their names finally appearing.

@jancyweekend - Day 3 - AUs

[totally-not-an-awkward-okapi]

German folk stories tell of a beekeeper, who in telling their hives every moment of their life, was preserved by The Swarm in death. In love with their new found immortality, The Swarm consumed the hives of their neighbors, and then the neighbors themselves. It was only through a sudden cold snap and the quick thinking of a local mountaineer sealed the hive and its host in an ice cave, to never be disturbed again.

Of course, this was not to be. In desperation to save their beloved Germany from allied invasion, a group of Nazi scientists followed these historical sources to the very same ice cave. Despite the best efforts of the locals, The Swarm was released. The Nazi’s hoped this German folk monster would crush their enemies. The Swarm, of course, didn’t care about nations or races.

The Swarm’s love extends to everyone. Unfortunately, stories of sentient clouds of bees and wicker faced zombies spread faster through allied and axis troops than The Swarm could. Attacked on all sides with weapons they could not pretend to comprehend and with winter setting on Europe, they hid away. In their time, they learned of a new world. Fat with crops and people and warmth, it would be the perfect place to start their mission.

There were complications, of course. Star spangled defenders and bug themed villains all too interested in their message.

But The Swarm is finally free now.

The Swarm can finally free you now.

Embrace immortality in The Swarm.

[babbushka]

You guys are sending in some amazing things!! I can’t promise to write them all this weekend, but I’m going to do my best!!

to the anon who sent in the request for the revolutionary war au — i am OBSESSED and i think we may have a new au on our hands folks 😂 sorry it’ll be after the 4th though!

[forthedancingandthethriving]

So, this?

I'm at a legitimate toss-up. While Juliano being dead is a great way of me doing angst since he probably died alone as well.. there's that evil part of him that wants him just barely alive. He's unconscious, hidden somewhere of his own making, but his code absolutely refuses to give in. His code basically stalls itself in a similar situation to Lily.

Though I'm leaning towards him being dead, and Lily stumbling upon his hat and staff. Who knows, though :3