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angst-king · 4 months

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A man by many names pt2

(this is a continuation of my Villain deku + child reader.) (CW description of injuries, child abuse & illuding to SA)

"Mommy and Daddy don't want me anymore"

His brows furrowed hard with confusion, he tried to press for more details but you curled in on yourself shakily not giving him an answer. So he put his questions aside and told you to stay put while he got the first aid kit. When he came back you were still in the same spot and the same position. He was kneeling in front of you asking for permission to help you. You nodded, looking over your body, Izuku had to bite his tongue at the numerous injuries. There were mainly bruises and you had a busted lip though, there were two injuries that made his blood boil.

There was a burn in the shape of a handprint that wrapped around your throat, as well as on your forehead including a patch of hair that seemed to have been ripped out. The area on your scalp and the hair surrounding it had been singed. Izuku had asked if your parents had quirks, and what they were.

You told him that your mother could swap places with living things and inanimate objects, and even do it to others. As long as she could picture or see it she could swap places. Your father had a quirk that as you described could take one thing from another if he touched it and make it super-powered. Izuku had done some research and looked into it and figured out that it was an energy-transferring quirk. The user could take the energy of whatever he touched and transfer it to another object. This mainly worked with physical sources of energy like electricity, fire, and water.

Seeing these burn marks, it wasn’t hard for Izuku to know that your father had been the one to leave these burns on you. Thankfully they didn’t look too bad, still, it brought a rage Izuku was fighting to keep contained! He’d grown fond of you and rather protective as well. Sure he’d gotten to know you and some of the things you went through he didn’t know all of it, and seeing that those who called themselves heroes would do such unspeakable things to a child enraged him beyond belief. The only reason he was biting his tongue was because he didn’t want to frighten you. You’d been through enough already and seemed pretty emotionally shaken. You didn’t need his rage, you needed protection and comfort.

Once Izuku bandaged you up he offered you something to eat or drink. You accepted the juice and were now sitting on the couch curled up watching an old cartoon on the TV. There was a piece of him that was hoping someone would take you from him. Show you that heroes could be sweet and genuine but Izuku’s pessimism over road it. He knew no one would come for you, no one would help you, no one would be there for you….just like him.

Izuku could be cruel, hardly had a caring bone in his body, and he could be extremely apathetic. But that behavior was mainly aimed at adults and occasionally overly cocky teens. Children were where he drew the line that was a piece of the population Izuku would defend with his life. You could do anything you wanted with an adult as long as it didn’t involve hurting a small innocent child. Izuku couldn’t take you to the police, even if he could walk around during the day without being imprisoned due to how well he kept his identity a secret. He couldn’t risk you ending up being placed back with those people who shouldn’t be called parents. Not to mention he knew that the foster system wasn’t any better.

He had taken you in, it had been a few days since you collapsed on his doorstep and you both learned more about each other. You learned that Izuku ate weird things that he said you weren’t allowed to eat because it would make you sick. He learned that you were used to starvation, so he had to be careful with feeding you. He could just give you a whole rice bowl, he had to give you small amounts so you wouldn’t be sick. You learned that Izuku hated heroes, you didn’t mind that, it was interesting to listen to him talk about them. He learned you had awful anxiety with people, and you learned that he was very warm and would cling to him any time you went out.

Tonight he learned just how deep your trauma ran. It was the weekend and Izuku was getting ready to go out you looked at him nervously, utterly silent but the anxiety was easily seen. Izuku noticed your fidgeting, and tiny whimpers and asked you softly.

“(Y/n) what’s wrong?” You quietly clutched your shirt and looked at the ground not able to look up at the man as you stammered out.

“D-d-do i h-have t-to l-leave?” He raised a brow and got down on his knees confusedly asking you to repeat the question. You did and when he heard that he shook his head.

“No, you don’t, you’re staying here.” But then when he said that your eyes blew wide and and tears welled up. You backed away from him and cried out.

“Please I don’t wanna go in the closet, please!” Hearing this Izuku became even more perplexed as to why you were so scared and what staying home had to do with going in the closet. But you couldn’t get out anything else besides.

“I’ll be good I promise, I-I won't interrupt, just don't put me in the closet.” You continued to plead with him not to be put in the closet as tears poured down your face. You scurried towards the wall, hands over your head as if to protect yourself. You cried this until you were red in the face and trembling. Then the next set of words that came from your mouth made Izuku sick to his stomach.

“I-I’ll even let your friends play with me!” He knew what you meant by that and could feel his heart shatter into a million pieces while his rage boiled beneath the surface. He slowly reached out and pulled you to him. Holding you to his chest, he rocked his body back and forth in a slow manner. Hushing you and telling you to take in deep breaths, it took that plus humming a small tune for you to calm down.

When you weren’t screaming he softly spoke up.

“(Y/n) I won't ask you to tell me what happened for you to be afraid of me leaving but, I promise you this. You will never have to worry about that ever again. You will never have to leave just because I have someone over or have to hide in the closet. And you will never have to let any adult play with you. I will not allow it. I promise you will never have to suffer like that ever again.” You nodded quietly and leaned into Izuku’s chest, holding onto his shirt as he wiped the tears from your eyes. You apologized for your panic episode but he quickly dismissed it.

It took several minutes before he put you down and told you that he had to go.

“Alright (Y/n), I’m gonna be back most likely in 3 hours, I have to go to a meeting but I will bring you some food. You don’t have to stay up and wait for me but you can if you want.” You nodded and softly asked for him to bring back rice cakes. He gave a small smile at your request and told you he would be back soon.

#mha parent scenarios #protective deku #mha + child reader scenarios #villain deku #cannibal villain midoriya #gender neutral y/n #neutral race y/n #villain deku au #parent villain deku

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thelittlewyrm · 1 year

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#bkdk #my hero acedamia #mha bkdk #bnha bkdk #bkdkkinktober #dkbk #villain deku au #siri2022 #my art

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warmcrossing · 1 year

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in honor of season six 🖤

#my hero academia #my hero #bnha #boku no hero #my art #bkdk #villain!deku #villain deku au #illustration

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candlecoos-au-archive · 1 year

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Villain Deku au

Original post

Further info

Sketches

USJ

Quirks

Does Izuku follow Afo/Dfo?

Bakugou and Izuku

Blank slate

The league

What's in a name?

Before he can be "saved"

Bakugou + meetings

Live again

That funny feeling

Afo's strange way of showing love

New phone who dis?

Memories

Nomus

#bnha #bnha au #villain deku au #au archive

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cyber-phobia · 8 months

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showman au no context

#the showman au #my art #shigaraki tomura #izuku midoriya #villain deku #bnha #mha #boku no hero academia #my hero academia

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u-sari · 2 months

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WIP! villain deku (discontinued)

#mha #bnha #myheroacademia #boku no hero academia #midoriya izuku #izuku midoriya #villain deku #deku #mha deku #dekubaku #bnha deku #villain deku au #league of villans #bakudeku #bkdk #dkbk #my art #old art #inactive accounts

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nori-draws-things · 10 months

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POV villain deku is cornered by pro heroes and tries to talk his way out of it (spoiler warning: it doesn't work)

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candlecoo · 2 years

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A corrupted izuku au. He becames like dark sakura in fate heavens feel II. But it still the bnha univers not the fate one.

so I don't know the first thing about any of the fate series, so I don't feel confident in making an au based on if Izuku was corrupted (like one of the fate characters???).

but either way I made some art instead!!

I perhaps went a lil overboard...

but I imagine in this possible au Izuku, took after his father more than he did Inko. He never got Ofa nor did he become a hero. I'm thinking a quirkless villain au possibly? who knows.

#candle answers #ask the candle #bnha au #bnha #bnha headcannons #digital art #my art #art #fanart #bnha izuku #villain deku au #villain deku

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mha-shiz · 10 days

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My villain Deku AU

He was taken in by Overhaul and the Shihe Hisaikai after a suicide attempt.

Overhaul was the one who saved Izuku, reconstructing his body from death, bringing him back to life. He took the boy back to his base.

The boss dumped Izuku on Kruno, telling him to clean him up and train the boy to be of use to them. So, that's what he did.

Izukus body was scrubbed until he bled, he learned of multiple diffeent types of weapons, being made to obey in countless ways.

When he learned of Eri, it was another way to not only make him obey and listen, but her too. Izuku was the only person that took care of Eri, took time to care for her, he treated her with love.

Izuku allways treated her wounds after Overhauls experiments and he takes whatever punishment is needed if Eri acted out. Eri did the same for Izuku, so, they both acted out less and less. Eri only runs when Izuku asks, but rarely then. Her encounter with Mirio was the last straw... the hero could save her... heros didn't save Izuku when they could... why her...?

Izuku and Kurono are also quite close, Kurono treated Izuku like his own child, although he was quite young himself. He managed to take Izuku out and do things that would make him happy, even takeing Eri with them at the boys insistence. They all treasure the time that they get to spend out, of course in a civilian disguise. Kurono was quite the mentor for Izuku aswell, he instilled loyalty towards Overhaul.

Izuku has grown to use his knowledge of heros quite well. He has learned how to defeat any member of the Hisaikai, even Overhaul if needed, by useing their quirks and weaknesses against them. He never gets overconfident, often he underestimates himself, voices in the back of his head, HIS voice, her cries.

On the flip side, Bakugo was... devastated. He lost someone he never tought he could. He saw D-Izuku die... when he ran to grab someone- the body was gone...

He made it into UA the way... he would have done it. He destroyed bots that were going to hurt people, getting the most points from saving and destroying. He stayed away from most of the class kinda more like Todoroki but keeping that explosive attitude, dosenr matter, the Bakugo squad still follow him around like ducklings. He tells them to leave them alone so that they dont die too, they end up comforting him and being good friends for him, helping with Izukus grave and the memorial in the Bakugo and Midoriya household.

When it comes to said Todoroki, he stays quite the same for the longest time. Izuku isn't there, so who would he have to lean on and proclaim to be his Rival to be better than All Might? Bakugo was not it, none else would be either. So he stayed quiet and only used his ice for the longest time. One day, he ran into a boy who was doing some shopping, he wore a hoodie, had messed up hair and a mask to match. Cute... he seemed to be mumbleing about "what to watch next with Eri".

Idia nearly got killed by a mister Stain but, someone decided to come in and save him. A boy in a suit, weird? He told the kid to run away. "Hm? Why would I leave when this is the exact situation I expected, although, I didn't expect that the LOV would work with Stain since he does have a strict view of heros, villains would probably be even worse~" this confused all those who were there, this kid, WANTED to find Stain?

#bnha #boku no hero academia #mha #my hero academia #Yakuza Deku #villain deku #villain deku au

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angst-king · 4 months

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A man by many names

(this is a V!deku + Child reader story CW this contains child abuse, cannibalism,mild blood, gore, and implied hard to a child)

Your POV

You were only 3 or 4, you didn’t really know how old you were but you knew you were smaller than the other kids. Quieter than the rest, and tended to keep to yourself since any time you did get close, bad things happened. The only reason you were in school was because of the law and your ‘mother’s’ good social media standing. But if you weren’t in school you’d be either out of the house fending for yourself or locked in a small room while your parents….did things. Like now, you were watching your mother get ready for another ‘night of fun’-as she called it- when she noticed your presence she scoffed and handed you a 20 dollar bill and said.

“You know the drill lil pest, I don’t want you back till daylight, though…I wouldn’t mind if you stayed gone for longer. Mommy can’t have you around her friends” You quickly take the money and nod, toddling your way back to your bedroom. If you could call it that, it was just a small empty room with a nest of blankets. Putting the money into a deep pocket inside the book bag, you checked and made sure everything else was inside. Your coloring book, notebook, crayons, and your favorite cup. Once you were sure, you put on your jacket and shoes and headed out the door. Saying your goodbyes that fell on deaf ears, you left the house.

Your nights were always the same walk through the dark streets to a local convenience shop. Have dinner and load up on food you could take home and hide. Then you’d go on ‘adventures’ which was truly disassociating as you walked around. Deepening on how things would go you’d stop somewhere and color for a while before going back to walking around. Some more until you decided it was time to sleep.

Although you had become accustomed to this routine, you weren’t always the best at knowing you were being followed. You were a small child, after all, you shouldn’t be expected to! You continued to walk down the silent streets that were only lit up by the street lamps. However, everything went wrong when you heard footsteps grow loud and fast. Rapidly approaching behind you, you were grabbed before you could even turn around. Everything was a complete blur and you didn’t fully understand what happened.

From one minute you were being dragged into an alleyway and having God knows what to you do. Then the next you looked up at a tall man who was now standing over two mangled bodies. With a small whimper, you easily grabbed his attention. His head jerked to look at you. Everything from his mouth and downwards was covered in blood! His clothes were soaked, thick drips flooding from his mouth, and covering his hands up to his biceps. There was a bright red glow in his eyes and a feral look to them too. But this didn’t scare you off, you were confused, wondering why this man was covered in blood, was he hurt? Did he hurt those men?

He let out a sigh and harshly kicked at the limp body as if for good measure.

“Those men won't hurt you anymore,” He said with a look of disgust, your eyes went back to the bodies on the ground then back to the man. You got out a small thank you before he kneeled before you.

“Are you hurt, lil one?” He asked softly, you shook your head at first but when you tried standing up it was obvious that you had at the very least hurt your ankle in some way. Not to mention your head from being harshly pushed into a wall. You bit your lip to force back a wince of pain but the man can see right through you. He tells you to stay where you are, rising to full stature again he walks towards the mouth of the alley and then comes back with a bag. He comes back and unzips it and starts pulling out medical supplies.

“May I help you?” He inquired, not wanting to touch without you saying it was okay. You nodded and he started bandaging up your ankle, then checked your head. You were bleeding in a few places though nothing too deep thankfully. Nothing a bandage or two could fix! His touch was very gentle and he wasn’t annoyed or upset with you. Usually when you were hurt your parents always seemed annoyed or angry, they’d often tell you to fix it yourself.

You thanked the man once he was done, though you had some questions for him.

“Mister…what did you do to them?” You looked back at the bodies, even in the dim light you could see how torn apart they were. Limbs twisted around and scattered, a hole in their stomach and chest. One’s head was decapitated! The man who had helped you hesitated before answering.

“I did what had to be done.” That answer was vague, but you didn’t want to press for answers fearing that he’d be angry like the others. Now it was his turn to ask you questions.

“Lil one, what are you doing outside this late? Are you lost?” You shook your head and anxiously played with your shirt as you replied.

“Mommy wanted to hang out with her friends, so she gave me money, and sent me out.” Now it was the man’s turn to look confused, he went back down at eye level again and continued to question you although it wasn’t in a harsh way. You could hear the concern in his voice with each word.

“Why couldn’t you just stay home?” “Because mommy and daddy say I’ll ‘ruin the fun’, but it's okay, they always give me money and I can buy food!” Even though it was common to see small children roaming Japan alone, it wasn’t something you see too often after dark since there was a curfew. The man frowned and shook his head.

“Kid, it's not okay for your parents to kick you out of the house just because they gave you money. Do they do this often?” The red shine in his eyes changed to a light green color now, still filled with worry. You shrugged and meekly answered.

“Kinda” Was it really so wrong? You got to go on adventures and the kids at school never did! You could stay up as late as you wanted and eat whatever you wanted! You lived by your own rules!

“I-it better than being at home,” You said quietly hoping he didn’t hear it, but he did, and then came another question.

“What happens at home, lil one?” Shaking your head, you pulled your knees to your chest not wanting to answer. The last time you told anyone, it didn’t end well for you. The man huffed and decided to switch the topic.

“You hungry?” You nodded, and he then offered to walk you to the convenience store. Helping you to your feet, the two of you leave the alleyway. Now that you’re in somewhat better lighting you can get a better look at the man. Once the blood was cleaned from his face you could see the scatter of freckles on his face, a scar that started from just under his left eye and across the bridge of his nose to the right. His eyes were a bright green and his hair a darker shade. You watched him slip a mask over his mouth as you walked. His bright green eyes turn dark in a protective glare as he remains a few footsteps behind you.

When you make it to the convenience store he tells you he will wait outside while you get your food. You agree to this and go in by yourself, it's a few minutes until you come back with a hot large cup of noodles. Of course, the store clerk had to do it for you since you couldn’t reach it. You also put a few snacks and a drink into your bag.

You spent the rest of the night in an alleyway with him, quietly eating your dinner. You went to sleep earlier than usual but stayed asleep longer. By the time you had woken up, there was a note, and you woke up covered by a large blood-stained jacket…The man’s bloodstained jacket. You struggled to read the note but you knew it was the man from that night.

Even if it was daylight and you decided to go to school instead of home, maybe the teacher could read the note to you!

“Did you hear the king of corpses is on the loose, the police still haven’t caught them!” “Who would do something so sick and disgusting!” “How can you do that sort of thing and still be alive?!” “I heard he eats lil kids!” “Better watch out or the devourer’s gonna get ya, brats!”

You hear people say these things all the time but you never truly put two and two together. Those rumors restarted the night after the man saved you from those attackers. You heard many talk about a man with razor-sharp teeth who eats people, especially naughty kids. Hell, even your parents would use the monster’s title as a threat to keep you in line.

You had met the man many more times, each involving him guardian you as you walked around the city at night. Watching you color, patching up your injuries, and talking. You learned more and more about each other with each visit. You learned that his favorite color was blue he learned yours. You told him your name, he told you his. It was Izuku Midoriya. He learned your favorite ramen flavor and told you he liked katsudon.

He learned that your parents were pro-heroes who were hardly home, and when they were they abused you. Even if you didn’t tell him everything and only ‘small things’, Izuku knew that without a doubt it was abuse. It made him angry every time he saw new injuries or was told new stories about what your parents had done. It made him even angrier to hear you speak so casually about it. It wasn’t that you weren’t taking it seriously, it was that he knew that it was so normalized for you that you didn’t know any different. You didn’t know that what they were doing was wrong, but who was he to speak on right and wrong when he wasn’t any better?

Izuku was no saint, no angel, he had no business to say what was right and wrong. At least that's what most would think. Izuku had a fragile line when it came to his morals.

1: Do what you must to survive 2: Do not let them take away what you love 3: Children are off-limits unless they pose a threat 4: Do not waste your tears on those who could not spare a hand 5: Adults are fair game. Villain or hero 6: if they pose no issue do not start one, if they do. Finish it

Izuku had dealt with his fair share of abuse that shaped him into who he had become, a monster. He had become fine with that as time went on even with the world assigning him his role. And ya know what it was kinda fun to play the part. He didn’t have to rob banks or make mass panic or even a plan! All he had to do was give in to the beast!

You see the reason for the name ‘king of corpses’, ‘devourer’, or ‘the alleyway monster’ was because of Izuku’s quirk ‘Ningen o taberu-sha’ (Eater of man). This quirk causes the user to crave human flesh and meat, this includes eating organs. The quirk gives the user enhanced strength and senses, such as touch, taste, smell, sight, and hearing. Of course, Izuku could eat normal food like an average person but he couldn’t go too long without feeding or else he’d go crazy. He learned to stretch his need to feed out with raw animal meat, it didn’t taste the same as sinking his teeth into the flesh of a human. It sufficed enough to keep him from rampaging.

Izuku usually went after low-level villains, or overly rich punks who flaunted their money around. Though he’d also take on ‘cleaning up evidence’ for organizations such as the yakuza or the LOV. Still, he’d hardly call himself a real villain yet he was one of the most terrifying villains out there besides those from the LOV. The thing that the public and heroes were scared of was that no one knew who he was. Izuku could roam around in broad daylight if he wanted and no one would know of the horrific things he had done!

No one knew that he had this quirk, even if they did that wouldn’t have made his life any better. That wouldn’t have made the abuse he endured as a child lessen. Sure being quirkless was one thing but, this quirk he had wasn’t any better. One side of the coin labeled him as useless, weak, and someone to be looked down upon. The other side would see him as a monster, a freak, someone who should be locked away from society, but both left him feeling undeserving of love, compassion, or kindness. To the point where he decided that if society wanted a monster he’d give them one!

Izuku never had a plan to do anything truly villainous besides his usual feeding spree to stock up on his food supply….That was until you showed up on his doorstep. He was packing away his ‘supply’ when he heard a thump against the door, at first he thought it was an animal but. He got a sickening feeling to go and check. When he opened the door he was surprised to see your body on the front step leaning against the door in the rain. He hurriedly picked you up carried you into the house and placed you on the couch after shutting the door with his foot.

“(Y/n)! (Y/n)!” He called out, your eyes were dim and filled with tears as they barely opened. Izuku asked you what happened and all you could get out was.

“Mommy and daddy don’t want me anymore.”

#mha parent scenarios #villain deku #villain deku au #izuku midoriya #my hero academia #V!deku + child reader #protective deku #there will be a part 2

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