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xxpadfootxx · 4 years

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🐾Since When Do Heroes Have Paws? Part 1/6 (A Little Unexpected)🐾

Summary: Things get even more complicated at UA when five students get changed into dogs unexpectedly.

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Aizawa placed his thumb and forefinger on the bridge of his nose, closed his eyes, and let out a long, frustrated sigh.

“What the hell happened here?”

It was around eleven o’clock at night and five students, Izuku Midoriya, Katsuki Bakugo, Shouto Todoroki, Kyoka Jirou, and Fumikage Tokoyami, were standing in the dorm main living space. All of them were tired, all of them were sweaty, and all of them had dogs of various breeds sitting beside them.

“I don’t think it was a villain,” Todoroki said. “But I do believe that it was some sort of low-level thug that thought it would be a fun prank to pull.”

“He came out of nowhere!” Izuku said. “He just showed up when we were walking on a less busy street and used his quirk to cause this.” Izuku gestured to the dogs sitting around the living room. None of the other students were out at the moment as it was past curfew at this point so the dogs had spread out, looking around the room with wide, confused eyes.

“How did he use his quirk?” Aizawa asked. “Was it long distance or close combat?”

“Close combat,” Jirou said. “I tried to get their mask off but they caught us off guard and they must have enhanced abilities from the animal aspects of their quirk as even my earphone jacks couldn’t keep up with him.”

“Did anyone see his or her face?”

“No.”

Aizawa moved his hands to his temples and rubbed them in slow circles, trying to diffuse the headache that was building there.

“Alright then, who is who?”

Todoroki stepped forward a little bit and gestured towards a sleek black Doberman Pinscher with bright orange highlights on its paws, chest, ears, and muzzle.

“This is Momo Yaoyorozu.”

Aizawa nodded and turned to Bakugo who was stroking the head of a frightened Australian Cattle Dog with black and grey mottled fur that was only separated by a few pale patches of orange on his chest, paws, and face, who was leaning into the hot-tempered boy’s leg and panting. Bakugo had a small sneer plastered on his face but he didn’t seem all that upset at the fact that he had the dog pressed up against him.

“This is Shitty Hair.”

Aizawa looked at him with a look mixed with annoyance and a slight recognition of humor.

“Alright fine, its Kirishima,” Bakugo said, rolling his eyes and moving his hand to scratch behind his friend’s ears.

Aizawa nodded again and looked at Jirou who had a golden-colored Shiba Inu with a fluffy white chest sitting beside her. Because of the fact that the dog was sitting with a large goofy smile on its face with its eyes closed in a relaxed way and its tongue sticking out, Aizawa pretty much knew who this dog was but he let Jirou speak anyway.

“This is Kaminari,” Jirou said with an irritated sigh.

Next was Tokoyami who was holding a small, bright white West Highland Terrier in his arms, the little dog peering over his forearm to get a good look at the other dogs.

“This is Tsuyu Asui.”

Finally, after acknowledging Tokoyami, Aizawa turned his attention to Deku and the dog beside him. Leaning ever so slightly into Deku’s leg was a gorgeous full-size collie with long flowing fur that went from one color to the next. Her face was a bright golden color that melted into the white of her chest, and then back into a mixed brown and white. Her ears were the only things to break that color pattern which were more of a charcoal mixed brown. Her eyes were liquid brown and her fur was as soft as silk.

“This is Ochako Uraraka,” Izuku said.

“What happened to her?” Aizawa asked, catching sight of her raised paw and her slight lean into Deku.

“She tried to defend our classmates, that’s how she got turned, but she got injured when he got a little physical with her when administering his quirk. The injury doesn’t seem too bad but she definitely sprained something.” Izuku said.

“I would have her go to Recovery Girl except that it is late and she will have gone home for the night,” Aizawa said, leaning down to examine the paw.

“Can any of them remember who they are or recognize any of you?”

“Yes,” All of the students responded at once.

“How do you know?”

“The quirk seems to just have altered their physical states and not their minds. We know this because after the ‘attack’ all of the dogs started looking at their new bodies with confusion and tried to stand up to walk on two legs. You can imagine how that went. They can’t speak, but they can understand what we are saying. They were able to answer yes or no questions by nodding or shaking their heads,” Tokoyami said.

“I see…” Aizawa kneeled down in front of Uraraka and tilted his head as he examined her. She fidgeted under his steely glare but did not move as he ran a hand over her paw. The only indication she gave of pain when her teacher ran his hand over the sprained part of her paw was a little sharp intake of breath. Aizawa looked up at her.

“Uraraka, can you walk?”

The collie nodded her head.

“Can you put weight on it?”

Another nod but more hesitant this time.

“Midoriya.”

“Yes, sir?”

“Please take Uraraka to your room for tonight, I would like for you to keep an eye on her for me until tomorrow morning when Recovery Girl can come back. You two are good friends, correct? You should be able to handle something like this.”

“O-oh okay, sure!” Izuku turned and smiled at the collie who looked up at him with a small doggy smile and a faint wag of her tail.

“As for the rest of you,” Aizawa said, standing up and facing the other assembled students. “Take the dog of your choice to your respective bedrooms and keep watch over them for the night just I have instructed young Midoriya. I trust you will make the right decision but if you stay up until three o’clock in the morning playing with a dog and can hardly stay awake for lessons tomorrow that is on you. Yes, we will still be having lessons tomorrow despite the fact that it is the last day before your little two-week break and five of your friends are dogs. They will just have to participate in other ways. In the meantime, I will be keeping up with the updates from the police on the situation so that we can get your friends back to normal as soon as possible. After tomorrow, I will call in both the families of these students and all ten of you for a little conference before the break so don’t be late. I will give you more details tomorrow. Goodnight.”

Aizawa then turned and walked down the hall opposite of the student dorms and slipped into the darkness towards his own room with a small wave of his hand to dismiss the students.

“Alright, come on Shitty Hair,” Bakugo said with a slight grumble, tugging on the Cattle Dog’s fur and walking in the direction of his bedroom.

Jirou didn’t even have to say anything. She just sighed with half annoyance, half happiness as the Shiba Inu stood up and bounded along behind her towards her bedroom.

Tokoyami also said nothing as he stood up and carried the little West Highland Terrier in his arms in the direction of his room, his dark shadow swirling around him as he walked.

Todoroki stood up and then stretched before leaning down to look at the beautiful Doberman, who had been awfully shy and reserved the entire time. “Come with me, Momo,” She hesitated but eventually she stood up on her long legs and trotted up to Todoroki’s side.

Izuku yawned. “Okay Uraraka, let’s go get some sleep.”

Uraraka nodded and stood up, her left front paw raised slightly. She leaned against Deku and felt his gentle yet firm hand rest on her shoulders, helping to support her as they walked slowly together to his bedroom. He used his key to open the door and let Uraraka in first before shutting the door behind him.

“I’m sorry about the All Might stuff, I know it is a lot but I didn’t expect a friend to be staying over.”

The collie just smiled at him with a wide doggy smile and wagged her tail. She looked around, her ears constantly rotating and her nose constantly twitching as her senses became overwhelmed with new things to smell, hear, see and taste. She was actually glad at the moment for the partial color blindness which helped dim down the effect of the All Might memorabilia on her senses.

“Here,” Izuku said, rushing into the closet and coming back out with a blanket that had All Might’s costume pattern on it and placing it on the bed. He ruffled it a little bit so that it resembled a nest of sorts and then patted it with his hand.

“I’m going to get ready for bed but you feel free to make yourself at home.”

Ochako wagged her tail and nodded at him before leaping up onto the bed. Although she had never done this in her life, she had the sudden urge to spin in a circle. Standing up with one paw still raised, she slowly pivoted a few times until she felt satisfied and then collapsed onto the blanket with a soft poof. When Izuku returned, Ochako was fast asleep at the end of his bed. Izuku smiled and padded over to her side, holding a roll of wrap in one hand. Careful not to wake her, Izuku firmly wrapped the bandage around the injured part of Ochako’s paw. When he was finished he sat back to inspect his work, then gave a slight nod of satisfaction and crawled into his spot on the bed before reaching over to turn off the light.

“I guess we will see what kind of crazy tomorrow will bring,” Deku whispered to himself with a glance at Ochako before he too collapsed onto his pillow and fell right asleep.

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shigarakis-fifth-hand · 4 years

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Class of 1-A Imagine

The entire 1-A class got hit by a quirk swapping villain! It’s all randomized and I spent a bunch of time on this! Please draw what they would look like and dm me!

Lida

- He was lucky enough to get Denki’s quirk

- Didn't even notice for a few seconds

- Only realized when he couldn’t run anymore

- His engines were simply gone ~ POOF!

- It was only when he looked at his hair and saw bright yellow

- Immediately runs away as fast as his weak, human legs can take him

- When they tell him what happens, he forces Kaminari to tell him how to use it

- “I don’t know, you just... do the thing.”

- “Well what thing because on page four of using your quirk, it says that...”

- When Iida gets the hang of it, he doesn’t like to use it

- He’s terrified of hurting someone, and since he isn’t experienced, he doesn’t want to go brain-dead either

Asui

- She got Deku’s quirk

- She doesn’t like how big her arms get

- All Might immediately helps her since he doesn’t want her to break any bones

- She doesn’t fully grasp the concept and chooses not to use the quirk

- She’s seen how bad Deku can get

- She is overjoyed at something else though

- “My tongue Mina! Look at my tongue!”

- Everyone finds out Asui has a beautiful singing voice

- She’s almost sad to get her own quirk back

- But it’s okay

- She can’t hurt herself with her own quirk ~ribbit

Aoyama

- He was able to get Sero’s quirk

- “Well you didn’t hear this from me but it’s truly unfashionable.”

- “Look at me, the human tape dispenser of 1-A.”

- “Ugh, I can’t even wear my fur jacket because my elbows are too thick.”

- “Sero, how do you wear long sleeves with this thing?!”

- Aoyama doesn’t want to use the quirk, it’s just not “flowing with his vibe”

- He wears his fancy jackets for the entire month after the quirk wears off

( a picture of Bakugo trying to help Kirishima learn about molecules ^^^^)

Kirishima

- He got Momo’s quirk

- At first he’s sad, his unmanly quirk is gone for an entire week!

- But then he realizes that he can walk around shirtless for an entire week

- “It’s for my quirk!”

- He likes being able to make food in an instant, he just doesn’t like it when Aizawa insists that he know the basic molecules of certain things

- “When am I going to use this? I will never have to make an umbrella in my life!”

- He likes to stick to food, especially liking that he can make any meal better than Bakugo

- “Dude! I could solve world hunger from my abs!”

- “Woah, imagine if I could make a car from my abs.”

- “Can I make wings like Hawks?!

- When the week ends, Kirishima is kinda disappointed

- But Bakugo is happy he got his cooking buddy back

Koda

- He got Uraraka’s quirk

- He’s super excited honestly, he likes being able to fly

- “I feel like a feather.”

- Ochako is happy to be able to teach him how

- “Let’s just stay indoors. We don’t need you floating off to space.”

- Koda almost wants to go to space

- Once he learns how to use it, he uses all his time zooming around the dorms

- Once Aizawa takes them outside to train, he just floats around in the air

- Aizawa lets him

- He knows this precious baby needs some relaxation with the clouds

- He also likes the birds

- He can’t speak to them though, which is frustrating for him

- “How do you not remember me? I fed you dinner last night!”

Ojiro

- He got Tokoyami’s quirk

- One second his tail was there, the next second it was a mean looking bird

- Ojiro likes taking his bird on walks, he doesn’t really know what to do with it

- He talks to the bird sometimes, and for some reason he can understand it

- “Dark Shadow seems too emo. Let’s try Gregory.”

- The bird agrees 100%

- When Ojiro is training, Gregory is too powerful sometimes

- “How do you control your own shadow?!”

- Training sessions with Aizawa is just one big mess for Ojiro

- Nothing gets accomplished accept Ojiro talking to Thompson and Thompson trying to attack anyone who gets close

- Ojiro is so excited to get his tail back, but it sad that Tokoyami won’t take the same request

- rip Gregory

( Sato’s reaction to getting Mineta’s quirk^^ )

Sato

- Sato has Mineta’s quirk

- Sato doesn’t come out of his room for the entire week

- Everyone understands

Hagakure

- She got Sato’s quirk

- She makes a bunch of sweets as an excuse to eat all of it

- But that’s not a big deal at all to her

- She’s not invisible anymore!

- The moment she realizes that she isn’t invisible, she goes crazy

- She’s actually kind of tan

- Not only that but she’s gorgeous!

- Thick brown hair, green eyes, and she’s so skinny

- Her face alone has everyone in 1-A dropping dead

- Some of the guys can’t believe it

- They’ve chatted with this girl for months and had no idea

- She wants to ask Ojiro on a date, but what happens when the quirk wears off

- It does wear off, but nobody cares

- They always knew she was pretty, and this just confirmed it for sure

Shoji

- He got Hagakure’s quirk

- What’s not to love about being invisible?

- The strange part to him is that he can still see himself

- All of his extra arms are gone!

- That’s sad, all of his shirts were custom for those arms

- He borrows clothes from his friends

- It’s funny to see a robe and bunny slippers walking around at midnight though

Deku

- He got Todoroki’s quirk

- It’s okay though! He’s got his creepy notebook!

- Todoroki gladly give him teaching on how to use it

- “Remember, flames do damage and ice can be used to capture things.”

- Deku knows all of this from his “research”

- But that doesn’t stop them from spending everyday training together

- It’s fun... and “helpful”

- Deku loves being his own microwave and freezer

- He accidently catches things on fire from time to time

- He got scared by a movie and froze half the couch

- Todoroki kissed him and he burned half his shirt off

- “How do you control this thing?!”

Ururaka

- She got Mina’s quirk

- “Yay! I got acid hands! I got acid hands!”

- Mina makes her wear oven mitts

- She accidently burns a hole through her bed while having nightmares

- “High five! Wait... never mind.”

- “Mina, teach me how to do the thing!”

- Also let’s not forget that Ochako has pink skin, horns, and alien eyes

- “Ooh, I look so cute!”

- Ochako spends most of her time posing in front of the mirror

- “Look at my horns Kirishima!”

- “Mina, look at my eyes!”

Denki

- He got Iida’s quirk

- Whenever he runs, he ends up going sonic on people

- “Denki, take a lap!”

- “I don't think you want that Mr. Aizawa.”

- Whenever Denki tries to use Iida’s quirk, it’s always a quick fail

- So far Denki has taken out a trash can, Present Mic, tripped on a basketball, run into a tree, faceplant into dirt, and accidently swallow a bug

- The worst part is that Denki sleep walks

- Running into stuff, tripping over a potted plant, falling down a flight of stairs

- “This is better than being brain dead I guess.”

- Denki spends most of his time making fun of Iida by waving his arms like a robot and trying on multiple pairs of glasses at once

- Iida demands that Kaminari trains

- “Kaminari, you will read all of these books on how to operate engine legs or else!”

- Kaminari must admit the engine legs are cool

- Except when Kirishima put hot dogs in them

- The entire class room smelled like burnt meat

Jiro

- “Cool! I look like a frog!”

- She got Asui’s quirk

- Her hair turned green, her tongue grew, and her pupils dialated

- “Asui, look at this!”

- She uses her tongue to swing off the dusty chandelier when Iida isn’t looking

- “Ew! They should make tongue condoms!”

- Jiro and Ochako have a blast teasing Mina and Asui

- “Ribbit bitch! Your frog queen has arrived!”

- Denki gets Jiro a crown to wear around the dorms

- Ochako buys the four girls frog onesies

- “So kawaii!”

- Jiro never was into swimming until now

- She likes that her fingers don’t get wrinkly

Sero

- He got Ojiro’s quirk

- “Dude, look at my tail!”

- Bakugo makes fun of his “backwards dick”

- It’s funny, but not that funny

- In return Sero whips him with it

- “I feel like a monkey!”

- Sero hangs from everything he can

- “This thing has more muscles than I do!”

- He goes to a playground nearby with Denki and swings off the monkey bars

Tokayami

- He got Koda’s quirk

- “I’ve never been much about nature. Too much light, not enough darkness.”

- Bakugo jokes that he can finally talk to his pigeon brothers

- “Dude! The birds love you!”

- And everyone is right

- As soon as Tokoyami walks outside, a pigeon lands on his head

- “Why did that pigeon just speak to me?!”

- Tokoyami is scared of the outside now

- “I can hear their voices still!”

- Tokoyami has a panic attack over being able to hear the animal voices

- “Why do ants sound so manly?”

Todoroki

- He got Bakugo’s quirk

- “I’m not asking that bastard for help.”

- Instead, he goes to Deku for training

- “Deku, you have that stalker notebook still?”

- Bakugo’s quirk is like his own quirk

- “Seriosuly? Just heat?”

- “Kind of basic if you ask me.”

- Once Bakugo hears that, he goes beserk

- “Icyhot!”

- “Oh no no, you can’t call me that anymore.”

- Todoroki likes propelling himself in the air with explosions

- Bakugo’s quirk is too loud, like his personality

- He doesn’t like using the quirk honestly

- “It's not very good, very violent, and I don’t like getting sweaty.”

Bakugo

- He got Kirishima’s quirk

- “Yea bro, you can get hard too now!”

- Mina tries to stop him from saying that

- Poor bby doesn't understand

- Kirishima tries to help, but Bakugo is having no part in that

- “How difficult can your quirk be Shitty Hair?”

- It isn’t easy though, especially when Bakugo is forced to be shirtless.

- He’s used to his hero outfit covering his chest

- Bby is a little self conscious

- The best part is that he doesn’t sweat that much

- “Fuck yea! I don’t smell like fucking cinnamon and caramel!”

- Bakugo does miss his explosions and hand grenades

- Your quirk is too boring Kirishima, and it’s not loud at all

Momo

- She got Aoyama’s quirk

- Her immediate reaction is to read a bunch

- “Aoyama! Wait up, I have so many questions!”

- Next though, she has fun with it

- “It’s so pretty!”

- Along the way her and Aoyama become friends

- He brings her pain releivers to help with the stomach pains

- “It sucks but at least it’s pretty.”

Mina

- She got Jiro’s quirk!

- Immediately her skin isn’t pink, her horns are gone, and her eyes turn bright blue

- She’s still as spunky as ever though

- “Dude! Imagine all the hot gossip I can listen to!”

- Mina tries the teacher’s lounge with Asui and Ochako, only to hear Aizawa and Present Mic planning a date night

- “We should totally go as well!” Mina offers

- They go on all sorts of “spy missions”

- Mina also likes being able to tan with Momo from time to time

- She does miss her horns though

- She realizes quickly that Jiro’s earphone jacks are also Bluetooth

- Jiro just never told anyone before

- When Mina gets her quirk back, she is so happy to look “normal” again

Omg this took all day! Please comment down below your favorite combo and if I should do another one! Love you all! Stay safe! <3333

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theartisticace · 5 years

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Aftermath

I have nothing better to do so I might as well post it here as well. It’s a bnha fanfic, and I have no shame currently. This actually started somewhere else and ended up entirely different from where I imagined it. Also, this is really self-indulgent and might be out of character, so don’t expect a masterpiece.

Title: Aftermath Fandom: Boku no Hero Academia/My Hero Academia Relationships: Dabi/Hawks Other Tags: Minor Character Death mention, post-LOV defeat, implied Dabi-is-a-Todoroki, possible OOC, slight crack? Summary: A mere twenty-four hours after the League's defeat, Hawks finds himself standing in front of Dabi's cell. In hindsight, it shouldn't be a surprise.

| AFTERMATH |

In the end, Hawks breaks him out of jail.

He doesn’t know why he did it. Maybe it's because of his feelings, maybe he just decided that Dabi doesn’t deserve to rot in Tartarus. Wait, no, that’s wrong. Completely wrong. Dabi’s done a lot of terrible shit (i.e. murder, kidnapping, attempted murder, arson…) throughout his career that would land him a nice, isolated little cell in that hellhole. But he did half of that to get to his family (oh god are they messed up), so a part of Hawks decided that he didn’t deserve to be locked up with the rest of the League.

It wasn’t a conscious decision; it was one of those decisions that just happened with or without your approval.

One minute he was heading out to get a few drinks with the other pro-heroes in celebration of the League’s defeat. The next thing he knows, he’s standing outside of Dabi’s cell with a bundle of keys clutched protectively to his chest, hands bloodied from breaking a police officer’s nose. Several police officers' noses, now that he thought about it.

He blinks.

Dabi’s head is buried in his folded arms, so he clears his throat. In this situation, what else could he do? He’s already knocked a few officers out, might as well go the whole way.

The villain looks up and holy shit does he look horrible. There are bags under his eyes (no doubt from the night of endless interrogation and horrible conditions), bruises around his neck from Endeavor’s eager choke-hold, and a stitched up wound just above his left eyebrow he received from one of Rumi’s kicks. He winces, because he knows how horrible those kicks could be from personal experience.

Something in Hawks’ chest burns at the sight and after a moment he realises it’s anger. Anger at seeing Dabi looking like shit. But there's also a smidgen of guilt and a dash of something he had, until now, chooses not to dwell on.

Ah, he thinks dully, that explains why I'm here.

“Why the fuck are you here?” Dabi hisses like an angry cat, equally defensive as furious. Hawks gets the feeling that if it weren’t for the quirk suppressing choker, he’d be a dead man. Or burning chicken. Take your pick.

“That’s something I’ve been wondering about for the past five minutes,” he confesses in a low voice. At first he wanted to get this over with as quick at humanly possible (which, considering who he is, is quite fast), but now that he’s gotten a good look at his… whatever Dabi is to him, he’s realising this is going to take longer than five minutes.

The captured villain goes to stand up but quickly realises he can’t. His hands are cuffed to the table for maximum security. He sits back down and slumps, something cold and bitter entering his eyes.

“Why are you here?” Dabi’s voice sounds too tired and too old, and maybe Hawks’ heart breaks a little. “Come to gloat? Go ahead. You managed to fool me and infiltrate the League. You destroyed us from the inside out.” He pauses, eyes darkening and lips curling. “Himiko’s dead because of you.”

Hawks flinches. He hadn’t meant to. He’d actually grown to like the little psychopath in spite of everything. Her death hadn’t been part of his plan. But there had been no other way to stop her at the time, the young villain had been furious and heartbroken and she almost killed Midnight – so Snipe had taken the shot.

He swallows around his heavy tongue, searching for something, anything, to say.

“I’m sorry,” is what comes out. It’s pathetic and stupid and utterly ridiculous. Dabi won’t forgive him just after one sorry. Maybe he won’t forgive him after a thousand. Maybe he’ll never forgive him.

Dabi snorts. “That the best you can do?”

Hawks stays silent, hands playing with the keys.

“After everything that happened, a ‘sorry’ is all I get?” Dabi’s furious. His fury is unlike Endeavor’s, largely different from All Might’s. Dabi’s fury is calm and hissed and burning. If he could, Dabi would probably melt the skin right off his bones. But he can’t, because he’s locked up. He can’t, because Hawks put him in a cage he has no hope of escaping alone.

“This whole time, you’ve been lying. You’ve looked me in the eyes and told me you wanted to be a villain because society is fucked up—” a harsh laugh bubbled up from his throat. “And I was the fucking moron who believed you! Trusted you! L—” His voice cracked and he fell silent.

Hawks’ throat closes up as his eyes burn. His heart aches when confronted with Dabi’s expression – Dabi, of all people, should never have had to wear that face. It reminds Hawks of the night on that one rooftop where Dabi spilled his heart to him – his deepest fears, his secrets, his grudge. Dabi had decided to trust him, and what did Hawks do? He played the spy, the traitor, the hero. All for what? Recognition? A false sense of duty?

All of a sudden, Hawks feels sick to his stomach.

“I told you everything. God, how much of an idiot could I have been?” His forehead falls against the cold iron table. “And the whole time you were—you must’ve been laughing the whole time. Poor old Dabi with a shitty life, shitty quirk and even shittier body. You must’ve felt great about yourself, huh? Dating someone only a mother could love—oh wait.” His shoulders shook with either laughter or suppressed tears, the winged hero couldn’t tell. “Was it a pity thing? Or was it for the mission? Or do you just get your kicks from playing with people’s emotions?”

“It wasn’t that,” Hawks finds himself saying. Dabi pauses, looking up at him through his thick black fringe. Hawks’ heart skips a beat, he really is screwed up, isn’t he?

“Then what was it? You can’t expect me to believe you actually had feelings for me.” He snorts, but Hawks’s silence is telling. Eyes widening, Dabi’s head shoots up so fast Hawks is surprised he didn’t get whiplash. “Holy shit, you are one sick fuck. I don’t know whether to laugh at your stupidity or punch you in the face because of it. Do the heroes even know about us?”

“I didn’t tell them,” his mouth is so dry he can barely get the words out. “I didn’t tell them anything. I only told them about the League, nothing about us… or you.”

The implication of that settles in the air. There’s no going back now.

“Oh,” Dabi slumps and Hawks likes to think it’s relief. “So they don’t know about my family issues, huh?”

“Absolutely nothing,” and Hawks finds it a little ridiculous that after everything the heroes and detectives haven’t connected the dots. He had suspected long before Dabi’s confession on that rooftop, it was pretty obvious considering. He thinks that Todoroki Rei might know, but if she does she certainly isn’t talking. he can't say he blames her.

“… You really are a moron, aren’t you, bird brain?” The familiar nickname makes something in Hawks’ chest uncurl. He’s not stupid enough to think Dabi still isn’t furious, but it’s better. “Falling in love with you enemy is one thing, but not telling your colleagues about it and not spilling his secrets? I have half a mind to tell them myself, just to see the fallout.”

And Hawks didn’t doubt that he would do it too, if the situation was different. He can almost imagine Dabi telling everyone that ‘bird brain and I fucked’. Endeavor’s face would be hilarious. Hawks getting locked up for screwing with the enemy less so. Maybe in a different world…

He shakes his head at the thought. In a different world, somewhere out there, Dabi remains a runaway and meets Hawks under better circumstances. He’d like to live that life, but it isn’t possible. Never was and certainly never will be now.

“So why are you here then? To check up on me? Make sure I don’t spill the beans?” He leans back in his chair and raises an eyebrow.

Before he could come up with an excuse as to why he knocked out several law enforcement officers and stole the keys to his high-priority cell, his impulse control decides to throw itself out the window. “Do you want to elope?”

Hawks dies a little on the inside. That was not where he was going with this, but there are no take-backs. What’s done is done.

Dabi stares. Opens his mouth, then closes it. He stares a little more before sighing through his nose and letting his eyes fall shut.

“First of all, what the actual fuck.” That’s fair, all things considered. “Second of all, okay. I hear Iceland’s a nice place to settle down. Real private. And cold.”

Hawks’ wings poof up in surprise. He expected a rejection, a few curse words, and a fair amount of attempted murder after breaking Dabi’s heart, trust and little finger.

“Uh…”

Dabi sends him a sardonic grin. “Didn’t expect that, now did you?”

“To be honest, I didn’t even realise what I was doing until I was here.” He confesses and hunches his shoulders, trying his best to not hide behind his wings.

“So you can say you were…” Dabi’s grin grows. Oh no. Oh no. “Winging it?”

“I hate you,” Hawks tells him as he unlocks the cell doors and warily approaches the table. Surely Dabi won’t turn on him now, right? Well, Hawks did betray his trust times a thousand, so he wouldn’t be surprised if the taller man tried to kill him as soon as he was near enough.

“Trust me, I know,” well shit. Hawks screwed up a lot, didn’t he? He’s going to spend literal years making up for it.

He unlocks the cuffs first and the quirk suppressing choker next. Dabi rubs his raw wrists with a frown, expression thoughtful.

In hindsight, Hawks should’ve expected it. But he didn’t, idiotic move, trust him he knows.

Dabi’s fist collides with his nose and one loud ‘crack!’ later, Hawks’ nose will never be the same.

“That,” Dabi says with finality. “Was for Himiko.”

As Hawks hold his bleeding nose, he eyes his significant something. “Are you going to break my nose for Shigaraki and the rest, too?”

“Fuck no,” he snorts. “They’re assholes and, unfortunately, perfectly alive assholes. If they want to punch you, they’re going to have to escape by themselves and track you down.”

“Oh thank god,” his wings relax. “You have a pretty mean right hook. One is enough, thanks. Anyway, let’s go?”

“You deserved it,” Dabi shrugs. “What about the cameras and officers?”

In the end, sneaking out of the police station Dabi was being held in is surprisingly easy. Hawks is a little insulted on Dabi’s behalf. Sure, most of the precinct and the heroes are off celebrating their hard-earned victory, but seriously? Hawks expected a lot more resistance, maybe a dramatic fight or two. And if they were lucky, a chance to punch Endeavor's face in. He’s extremely disappointed.

It’s even easier to empty his accounts and pack some clothes and other important essentials a hero needs when on the run. Hawks goes and buys Dabi a large scarf reminiscent of Eraserhead’s (but more bright purple), a hoodie with a Harry Potter logo on it, a box of black hair dye for himself and other stuff they would need. While he did that, Dabi acquired two passports and papers for two whole new identities altogether.

Five hours after Dabi’s escape, they were on a plane heading for Hungary, then from there they would go to Norway and from there to Iceland.

“You know you’ll have to let your natural colour show now, right?”

“Duh, I, unlike someone I can name, am not an idiot.”

“Rude.”

“…”

“It’s going to take me a long time to forgive you. You know that, right? Even longer for me to trust you again. Maybe I’ll never trust you.”

“I… I know. I’m okay with that. I think.”

“Hm…”

“…”

“You think they have soba in Iceland?”

“Oh my god, are you for real?”

“It’s a legitimate question!”

#bnha #bnha fanfiction #dabi is a todoroki #dabihawks #dabi bnha #dabi is touya #bnha hawks

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chaniters · 5 years

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TURNING POINT

Awan finds Lord Ember’s warehouse and starts looking for his revenge, only to come upon a Villain who forces him to make a critical decision.

Enjoy! (And thanks @kruk-art for letting me write about your OC).

Warning heavy spoilers!

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You get off the bus and lower your shields as you start walking towards the storehouse.

Hopefully, your scan will be wide enough to reveal any guards before they spot you.

There are no lights on these dark streets, yet you stick to the corners. Anyone could have night vision and catch you in the dark.

It's subtle, but you can definitely feel their presence ahead. They haven't spotted you yet, but it would be impossible to go ahead without getting detected.

Impossible for some maybe. Not for you.

You kneel and focus your mind. One... two... three... six... you project illusions into their mind. A large group of people walking by... tourists lost and looking at their phones. You just hope they don't use binoculars... You're not good enough to add enough details with two guards looking at once. They are just colored blobs with hats, they should hopefully resemble people in the distance.

The guards focus on the empty spot while you slip inside through a service door. You make the tourists walk away out of sight before making them disappear. It would be a mess if they just poofed into thin air, that'd be a rookie mistake. You would be one to know.

Your hand goes instinctively into your bag... The grenades are there. Not enough money to buy proper equipment, but you can steal spare parts and build what you need. And you needed a way to deal with Lord Ember. If your science is correct, this will be enough... Void and Medea are an unexpected problem. You'll have to work on that on the go. Hopefully, you can catch Lord Ember unaware and then escape...?

First things first... You spy into the guard's minds once more...

It takes a while, but you make a point to memorize the layout of the warehouse.

The plan is quite straight forward... Find the drug lab... set it on fire... kill Lord Ember with your grenade... and run away.

You want revenge for Nathaniel's death, but you are a practical individual. You'd rather not be seen by someone who can shoot streams of fire powerful enough to turn people to ash in seconds. Killing him should be enough, no matter if he knows why.

The lab is right behind the door in front of you. You take your hand to the handle... but you fall flat instead, narrowly avoiding an energy blast directed at your head.

You roll to the side and see the masked individual approaching you. You were lucky your mind picked his attack in time, or you'd probably be dead right now.

Shit.

The Void.

He seems to be powering up his weapon again. No time for second thoughts. You take the lid of a metal trash bin in front of you and swing it at him.

Bullseye!

The impact makes him drop the energy rifle, and you follow by charging at him with a fist aimed at his face.

He blocks and ...

And then you both stop.

"412?" he asks.

"Nathaniel?" you ask petrified. It's his mind under that mask. You can't be mistaken.

"You... you're here? How? I looked everywhere for you that night! Where did you go? I thought the Directive took you in again!" he puts the gun down.

"I..." you are speechless. But he asked you a question "I thought Ember killed you? How did you...survive?" even as you speak, the realization comes to you. "Wait... were you... were you Ember's accomplice all along?" It starts making sense. That's how they found you... that's how they caught the guards and you unaware... Nath told you to bring him some ammo from the van... and it all happened while you were gone.

"Well... Yes. I was going to tell you but I couldn't with those guards in front of us. I figured I could have some time alone but those fuckers really had it in for you... Well, they did get what they had coming for harming my doll" he chuckles.

"So...you helped Ember steal the drugs?"

"I told you, once the mission was over, it'd be all be alright for us! And you're here now! This is just perfect! We're free of those idiots... no more farm... just life ahead for us!" he says patting your shoulder. He does that... unlike other handlers who wouldn't touch you with a stick.

"What's with the... " you ask gesturing at his costume

"It's my new identity," he says posing tall. "I'm The Void now. We'll get you a new identity too... with the two of us... we won't need to work for Ember much longer... We'll get our own thing going in no time. This is just what we need to get started" you can sense the plans already forming in his mind. "Mentor? The Mind? Hypnos? So many options for your name" he laughs "God i missed you so much 412!"

"I'm not sure I like those identities," you say stepping back.

"Oh, right... you're growing up! Asserting your own personality... I love that, few dolls live long enough to get there. You're going to be among the select few. Well, tell you what, you can choose your name yourself if you want... I'm so fucking relieved you're here. It'll all be so much easier now."

"No, I mean... I don't think I want to be a supervillain?" you cringe as you speak the words

"Nonsense! We'll make millions like this! With my mods and your telepathy, we'll make a hell of a team... like we always did!"

"But you are killing people! Those drugs... there are dozens of deaths already! And Ember is killing his own men too!"

"We did that all the time back at the farm, or did you forget about that?" he says giving you a condescending look.

"But those... were criminals!"

"Heh. Yeah... depending on your point of view I guess? They can make anyone a criminal these days..."

You almost choke as you hear him say that.

"I don't... I don't want to kill anyone! I never wanted to kill anyone..! Except for Ember... for killing you... but now you're fucking alive?!" You just want to scream right now.

"Woah... slow down Don't you see how this is meant to be? I lost you in Alaska and now you've found your own way back to me. You and I are a team, remember?"

"Yes... I ... remember"

"So stop whining already. You are going to join me. I'll introduce you to Ember. He'll be over the moon!... We're going to be great"

"No"

"Maybe we can get Medea to help with your costu... what?"

"I said No" You repeat yourself. You are starting to get a bad migraine from this. You even sense a faint buzzing static in the background.

"Whatever do you mean with "no" ?"

"I'm not going to join you! I don't want to be a fucking villain! Or a Hitman! And I thought you were better than this! I thought WE were better than this..."

"Better than... What the fuck is wrong with you?" he says taking your arm. "Is this another one of your tantrums? Stop this nonsense. We are DOING this"

"I'm leaving," you say freeing yourself

"I'm ORDERING you to do it!" he says using his authority as your handler.

Only he's no longer your handler. He's a criminal.

"I...hate you!" You don't even have words for this. His mind just thinks you're being incredibly childish and stupid and that he knows what’s best... And you can't stand it "I'm leaving... fuck you, Nathaniel," you say walking away.

You clean some tears from your eyes as you walk. The murdering idiot is actually making you cry. Fuck this. Fuck it all. You're not staying.

"COME BACK RIGHT NOW! YOU ARE MINE AND YOU'LL DO AS I SAY!"

"You don't fucking own me!" you say without stopping while giving him the finger "I'm never coming back to you."

"STOP, RIGHT NOW!" he yells furious.

And then you sense it without turning back. ... he's drawing his gun. He's got you in his sights.

"STOP OR I WILL FUCKING SHOOT YOU!"

"You're not going to shoot me, Nath. We were a team. I saved you so many times. You can't do it. I'm going to leave right now. Do whatever you want but leave me alone"

You know he can't do it. You've seen your mind trough and trough... You've known him for so long, there is simply no way he could...

And then your brain warns you he's started pulling the trigger. You try to dodge... But the mods in his left eye make him a perfect Marskman. He corrects his sights... and the energy beam sends you to the ground in pain.

You crawl forwards in the floor, trying not to scream. It hurts so much...

You see his boot near your face.

"I warned you. You belong to me. I'm the only one you've got! I was there when no one else wanted you!" he speaks while checking the contents of your bag.

"We are together in this, and it's not up for debate." He takes your arms and starts dragging you through the warehouse. You try to struggle, but it only makes the pain worse.

Finally, he lets you down in a small empty room.

"We'll have a chat as soon as I take care of some pending business... So you better learn some manners fast," he says crouching near you.

You try to look away but he forces you to look at him, with a hand on your chin.

"You are MINE. Remember it!"

"You don't... own me" you repeat weakly.

He answers by getting really close, within inches of your face.

"A doll without a handler? Don't be ridiculous. You know you couldn't function, least of all survive out here without me. Maybe I'll leave you here to enjoy your nightmares for a few days, see how you change your tune soon enough... None of the other handlers wanted you, and perhaps I was too patient with you... That's going to change."

He lets go and slaps you down as you open your mouth again. And then...he justs stands up and leaves the room and taking your grenades with him.

You hear a key turning inside the lock.

Shit. You have to get out of here.

But first, you need to stop the fucking tears...

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My Fanfiction: https://chaniters.tumblr.com/post/181692759294/my-fanfiction-for-fallen-hero

DISCLAIMER: This is a work of fan fiction using characters and the setting of the Fallen Hero: Rebirth and upcoming Fallen Hero: Retribution games written by Malin Riden. I do not claim ownership of any characters from the Fallen Hero wold. These stories are a work of my imagination, and I do not ascribe them to the official story canon. These works are intended for entertainment outside the official storyline owned by the author. I am not profiting financially from the creation of these stories, and thank the author for her wonderful game/s, without which these works would not exist.

#fallen hero: rebirth #fallen hero spoilers #Awan Cormac #The Void #Sidestep #Fanfiction

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redrobin-detective · 6 years

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Anyone Can Be a Hero

So @captainkirkk has this great AU where OFA the quirk is common knowledge and I was fascinated by the idea of how that would translate into hero society where people knew that there was a possibility of being given an incredible quirk. I'll admit this isn't my best effort but I've given this 1.5 hours of my time and I need to start studying. Credit for the idea goes to captainkirkk who graciously let me play with it. Also Ratatouille which accidently helped form the theme. I can't do anything original here.

Anyone can be a hero, at least that’s what All Might says when he’s on TV.

Izuku had always liked All Might, but his admiration only increased when he learned about the open secret that was the legacy quirk One For All and how All Might is the latest in a long, prosperous line of heroes. The idea of a quirk being given based on merit and not the random luck of genetics. It was truly inspiring.

Izuku soaked up everything he could find about the eight One For All users and thought about what he would do with such a powerful quirk and how it’d compliment his mother’s telekinesis or his father’s fire breathing or whatever quirk he ended up developing.

So he waited and studied and dreamed unless his diagnosis of quirklessness turned his motivation into desperation. Suddenly, his options had whittled down to nothing… save for the miracle quirk controlled by the strongest man in the world. It seems impossible, but still Izuku dreamed.

“Get over yourself, Deku!” Kaachan shouts as he rips Izuku’s notebook out from him under mid-sentence. The pencil leaves a long trail as Izuku is interrupted from his thoughts on how One For All distributes through the user’s body.

“You really think All Might is going to give One For All to you of all people?” Kacchan laughs as if it’s the funniest idea in the world.

“You-you know what A-All Might says,” Izuku squeaks self-consciously. He balls up his fists, willing himself to be a little stronger, heroes don’t cower or cry or ever, ever show weakness. “A-anyone could be a hero. With-with One For All, I could-” he starts as Kacchan slams his fists into Izuku’s notebook, burning it almost beyond recognition.

“You’re so dumb, Deku,” Kacchan sneers as he throws the burnt notebook over his shoulder and out the open window. “All Might just says shit like that so losers like you can feel better about themselves. One For All is going to go to someone like All Might, someone who’s brave and has a strong quirk. There’s no way he’d give it to a Quirkless Deku like you.” He says before aggressively nodding his head at his cronies, signaling for them to follow.

“I’ll give you some advice, All Might’s at the top of his game right now. Maybe if you throw yourself from the roof now, you’ll reincarnate in time to be a decent candidate.”

XxX

Izuku can’t believe how his day has gone so far.

He scratches wearily at his eyes, caked with dried sludge and tears. He was attacked by a villain, saved by All Might and only to accidently discover that the Number One Hero, the eighth wielder of One For All, and the strongest known hero in the world, is dying. Izuku felt sick just thinking about it, All Might, who smiled like nothing could ever touch him, is still keeping up hero work despite a crippling injury. Despite his grief, Izuku can’t help but admire that kind of resolve and wonder if it’s possible for him.

“You want to be a hero?” All Might croaked, wiping some blood away from him mouth. “You know it’s next to impossible without a quirk.” Izuku fell to his knees and prostrated himself before the hero.

“Y-you said that anyone could be a hero, sir and-and if you’re coughing up blood like that then you really shouldn’t be pushing yourself too hard and well, you’re going to need a successor and-”

“Ah, of course,” All Might sighed quietly to himself. “I’m sorry my boy, I feel for you, I do, but I cannot give One For All to you.” Izuku squeezed his eyes shut and willed himself not to break. “It’s a great responsibility, one I do not take lightly. I simply cannot go around handing it out to every person who asks. I’m sorry to have disappointed you, but you must realize that not just anyone can become a hero.” All Might stood and walked towards the door on the abandoned rooftop they’ve found themselves on.

“I would greatly appreciate it if you kept my true form a secret. In return, I have some pull at Yuuei if you might be interested in Support, Management or General Studies.” He leaned down and gently brushed Izuku’s hair where he was still prostrating himself on the ground; too ashamed to look his idol in the eye. “You seem like a good lad, kind, I would like to help if I can but you must understand that what you’re asking for is too much.”

“I understand,” Izuku whispered hoarsely, unable to say any more. He’s not sure how long he stayed like that, only that by the time he sat up, All Might was gone.

Izuku staggers home feeling empty and foolish. Of course All Might wouldn’t just hand out the greatest quirk in the world just because he’d asked. And especially after Izuku admitted that he’s Quirkless, untrained and has no meaningful connections. In other words, he was the worst possible person to wield One For All and without All Might’s quirk, there was no way he could become a hero. Just like that, a decade’s worth of dreams have been burned to a crisp, just like his notebook earlier that day.

Izuku stumbles upon the villain by accident, his feet having unconsciously led him here while his brain sluggishly is coming to terms with his dismal future. He almost moves on when several things happen at once. He realizes that the villain everyone is watching is the same one who’d attacked Izuku barely an hour ago. He then catches sight of Kacchan, caught up in the sludge just like Izuku despite his amazing quirk, scared and quickly losing air. He sees 4 pro heroes standing off to the side, doing nothing to save Kacchan right in front of them.

There’s no hesitation after that; Izuku’s legs move on his own.

In the end, he doesn’t end up doing much. Izuku throws his bag, tries to free Kacchan but needs to be rescued by All Might yet again. The pro heroes yell at him for his recklessness, Kacchan glares at him like he’d have rather died than accept Izuku’s pathetic attempts to help and All Might disappears almost immediately after saving them. Not that Izuku blames him, why should he waste any more of his precious time on a nobody like him?

So once more, he finds himself trudging home, covered in even more sludge and feeling even heavier than before. He’s so lost in his thoughts about what he’s going to do that he’s caught completely off guard when All Might jumps out in front of him.

“There you are!” The hero exclaims like he’d actually been looking for Izuku. He reverts back to his true form in a dramatic poof and takes a minute to violently cough up blood. “I’ve been looking for you everywhere, young man!”

“All Might!” Izuku exclaims in surprise before curling in on himself a little. “A-are you going to yell at me too?” Izuku asks quietly. He’s been through too much heartbreak today, he’s not sure he could handle another. All Might’s expression softens as he sets his gnarled hands on his shoulders.

“Quite the opposite, my boy,” All Might says in an almost fond voice. “I wanted to offer an apology and maybe make amends.”

“Being a hero as long as I have, it’s easy to get a little jaded but that does not excuse my words to you earlier because you were right. Anyone can be a hero.” He groans as he squats down so he’s nearly eye level with Izuku. “Now that doesn’t mean that just anyone can be a hero, it means that a hero can be anyone, regardless of quirk or circumstance.”

“I-I don’t understand,” Izuku says quietly.

“What I’m trying to say is, despite being Quirkless, despite having your dreams cruelly dash by a grumpy old man,” All Might grins sheepishly, “you still ran forward to help that boy without a second thought. I watched you; you didn’t even have to think about rushing in. Strong quirks are well and good but a true hero is someone who’s strong where it counts most.” He says, pointing a bony finger to Izuku’s heart.

He stands up again and the way the shadows of the setting sun fall on his face, he seems as strong as he is with One For All. The atmosphere feels heavy and powerful, as if sensing the importance of the next few moments.

“Young man, will you accept my power and be the ninth wielder of One For All.” All Might asks seriously, all traces of his earlier humor gone. This is real, this is actually happening.

Izuku falls to his knees, this can’t be happening, not to him of all people. He didn’t deserve this; there are million, maybe two, other people more deserving of this honor. But that didn’t mean he isn’t going to grab it with both hands and be the best hero he could be with it.

“Yes,” he chokes out, he thought he’d run out of tears earlier but it seems he had more to spare. “I will.” All Might grins and offers him a hand after Izuku calms himself down. He accepts it and lets the hero pull him to his feet.

“Alright, well this is only the beginning, my boy. As you can imagine, there’s a great deal of paperwork involved. Do you live nearby? I’m going to need to talk to your mother and father about this, obviously. You’ll need some extra training before I can properly pass on One For All, it packs quite a punch and physically you won’t be able to handle it right now. I don’t know what your plans were, but all One For All users have attended high school at Yuuei. With my seal, you’ll already be enrolled without taking the entrance exam, though you still can if you desire.” He pauses, “Look at me, I’m getting ahead of myself. I don’t even know your name.”

“Midoriya Izuku,” Izuku whispers. All Might puts an arm around his shoulder to steady him before he face plants right into the ground. “I can’t believe this is happening, everyone said it was impossible because I was Quirkless.”

“That’s what I said too when my master, the seventh holder, chose me,” All Might grins. “But that’s the beauty of One For All, young Midoriya, we get to choose our successors on more important matters. Now come on my boy, there’s a lot to be done before you start high school next spring.”

#boku no hero academia #bnha #bnha fics #captainkirkk #my writing #this was fun #even if it sounded way more impressive in my head #I basically rehashed the first chapter but w/e #might like to work on this AU more in the future #I'm super fascinated by how the world would react to Izuku publically #I feel like after Nana was murdered Toshi was kept secret under he had better control of OFA #but now Izuku is thrust into the spotlight without a lick of control #there will be a lot of doubters and discrimination due to him being quirkless #(am I a little obsessed with the social ramifications of quirklessness in bnha? yes)

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venusparker · 7 years

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storms ↬ p.p

prompt: with tony stark’s eye on the newest superhero, he asks peter to keep an eye on them, only to be met with some complications.

warnings: nothing really, just flash being a dick i guess. also kinda long guys

notes: highkey got this idea after watching “beautiful creatures,” and i got inspired by a scene in there after watching it for the fourteenth time. this is so random and it’s a little different than my other imagines because there’s a lot more plot to it and i’m thinking of making this into a mini series if you guys enjoy it! tell me what you think and i hope u enjoy xo

Peter Parker, though he’d never admit it, is keen on having a routine.

Though he could say that changed after becoming Spider-Man, because of course how could he not, even being a superhero had become a part of his schedule, taking up certain (maybe estimated in the slightest) times when he preferred to go out and about and explore Queens, maybe even further out into New York if he had the time.

When there was a robbery or break in, or worse God knows what, he always had a game plan—or, at least a something that would allow him to think things through somewhat.

He liked being more cautious and prepared than he’d like to think (because he doesn’t like to see himself as boring, which to be fair, he really isn’t), almost as much as he also liked the spontaneity of his adventures.

The thing, basically, about Peter was that he liked getting used to things—it made his nervous self feel better about a situation when his anxiety seemed to endlessly spike through the roof. Which was not a problem, really, because Peter tended to get used to people, ideas, and new environments quite easily. After all, how else could he deal with Tony Stark suddenly taking him under his wing without freaking out too much?

However, Peter still had yet to get used to you.

Peter knows he’s technically supposed to be the one watching over you ever since Mr. Stark told him so. You were—in a completely non-objectifying way, Tony just couldn’t think of a different noun—the newest project, an underground superhero that he had been researching over at Stark Industries after stumbling upon a video of you in your suit, fighting off some bad guys that the government was supposed to take care of; a project that he so thoughtfully handed over to Peter upon finding out that the both of you went to the same school.

Just how Tony Stark found out who you were without knowing what you looked like under the mask, Peter will never know, even though the same thing happened to him. But he knew one thing: you were now his responsibility.

Not that he minded exactly. You two had always been friendly with each other, and you were in most of his classes—and really, you guys are close enough to be considered friends, having each other’s phone numbers and all, but it wasn’t enough for him to suddenly be keeping an eye on you without you becoming the least bit suspicious.

He was more than sure that you could handle yourself, seeing as you managed to take out villains twice your age and twice your size faster than the government could (Peter’s still incredibly amazed by that), but Tony wanted reassurance.

And Peter wanted to impress Tony.

Tony Stark had said something along the lines of you being still very new to your powers, and that it was easy for you to lose control, both of which were dangerous when mixed with each other.

If it had been something subtle like Peter’s super strength or spidey sense, or wall climbing—all of which he could easily hide even when he first started being Spider-Man—then maybe it would be more simple. Unfortunately, your powers didn’t have that luxury. You had the powers of manipulating and creating elements and weather at command, and unfortunately, also at emotion.

To put it simply: since you’re so fresh to this world, this newfound gift and burden, you getting angry could cause a lightning storm any second and that wouldn’t be pretty. And so, there Peter was, staring at you as you sat a lunch table away from him, figuring out how to tell you this.

If he was going to keep an eye on you, he might as well tell you the truth, right? He’d rather have that than you thinking he was a complete and utter stalker, and he’s sure that telling you he’s Spider-Man would be the one, reasonable exception to his Try & Keep It A Secret rule

He wonders if you had told anybody, like your best friend who was currently sitting in front of you, laughing at something you had said. Or maybe you told your parents. Maybe you hadn’t told anybody. You were young, just like he was, and he was quickly beginning to wonder how other teenagers handled and reacted to having a life like this, a life full of danger and risks at such a small growing age.

“Dude, you are staring!” Peter hears Ned whisper to him urgently, and he turns his head to see Ned rolling his eyes and quietly groaning. “Since when were you so interested in [Y/N] eating lunch?”

Peter sighs, then blushes, but coughs to cover it up. “Shut up, Ned. It’s nothing, it’s just Stark stuff.”

Ned narrows his eyes and takes a sip of his chocolate milk. “Are you absolutely sure, Peter? Because you’re looking at them like it’s a lot more than a Stark Internship on your mind.”

Peter lightly kicked Ned’s chair, blushing even harder, and he let out a nervous chuckle. He had always found you attractive and funny and a good friend, but he refused to let his best friend’s words fluster him. He loved being your friend, but there had always been something about you that he couldn’t put his finger on. Now, with discovering your true abilities, he knows what the something was.

Still, even after knowing, he wasn’t sure he’d ever get used to someone like you.

And truthfully, that wasn’t a bad thing.

“Should I go talk to them?” Peter asks, glancing at you for the umpteenth time while you remain oblivious, wrapped up in conversation with your best friend. “It’s so crazy, Ned. You won’t believe what Mr. Stark found out about [Y/N]!”

“Tell me later, just go. I’m tired of you giving [Y/N] the flirty eye, it’s exhausting,” Ned says simply and Peter rolls his eyes but gets up anyway.

“I wasn’t giving the flirty eye,” he mumbles as he walks away, slowly walking up to your table, stopping the talking between you and your friend.

You look up from your half finished food and give Peter a smile, and a part of you feels excited. You considered yourself to be good enough friends with Peter, but you always found yourself wishing that the both of you talked more. Giving Peter an expectant look, your best friend gives you a discreet smile and makes up an excuse about having to throw away her trash.

“What’s up, Pete?”

Peter stops and pauses. Crap, crap, crap. This whole thing went a lot better in his head. He practically wrote a script of what he wanted to say to you and how to say it and the minute you locked eyes with him—it all vanished. Was that even possible?

Gone, poof! Like he had never even thought of it, and he gulps, counting this as one of the reasons why he prefers to be ready for something. And now, he sweats from embarrassment, and he stands there like a fidgety loser.

His mouth is trying to keep up with his brain, hoping to think of what to say, when it all just slips out.

“I–I know your secret!” He says too quickly and too loud, making you widen your eyes and look around the both of you, and releasing a breath of relief when you realize no one had really cared.

You stand up and move closer to him, unintentionally making the breath hitch in his throat.

“What secret is that, exactly, Peter?” You question and narrow your eyes at him, speaking low yet innocently, like you’re not admitting to anything but if you reach a point where you’d have to, you will.

“I’m—well, I’m Spider-Man and Tony Stark sent me,” He confesses, rushing as he sees Flash make his way over and suddenly Peter wants to shrink in his sweater and disappear. “He knows about you being the one who took out some of those guys who were stealing his dangerous weapons. I can’t believe you never told me!”

“Excuse me? Peter, look at yourself, you never exactly gave me any clues to you being Spider-Man,” you chuckle to cover up how bothered you are that your identity had already been found out by Tony friggin’ Stark and you hadn’t even been a hero that long yet.

You also tried to keep your composure after finding out that Peter Parker was Spider-Man, but you felt your ankles slightly give way and you clutched the wall behind you, playing it off. You gave him a sharp look and added:

“And I’d never be an Avenger.”

At this point, Flash reaches you as the last syllables of the word “Avenger,” slips from your lips and he looks over at Peter.

“Oh what, [Y/N]? Is Penis Parker still trying to convince everybody that he’s friends with Tony and that birdsuit guy?” Flash teases, a taunting smile shot over to Peter and you can see the boy next to you take in a shaky breath and look down.

Though you had tolerated Flash since he could be nice when he wanted to be and was actually a good person deep down, you knew how much of a bully he could be to Peter—the two of them going back and forth, but mainly Flash initiating it and making it worse. It was irrevocably aggravating. So, understandably, that always made you angry.

“First of all, Flash, that birdsuit guy’s name is Falcon, everyone knows that, also it’s not a birdsuit,” You point out snappily, in a snarky tone, and Peter hears distant thunder rolling outside even though the news said today was supposed to be a clear and sunny forecast. “And his name is Peter Parker, not Penis Parker, Eugene Flash Thompson, it’s not that hard really.”

Flash’s smile falters and he backs off, running his fingers over his dark skin. “It was a just a joke, I’m sorry.”

Peter looks outside the window and raises his eyebrows as he sees clouds roll in the harder you clench your fists. He instinctively grabs as your arm, stopping you from taking a step towards Flash.

You make a face. “Well I didn’t find your joke very funny.”

Suddenly, a loud and bright strike of lightning shoots out from the sky, drops of heavy, pouring rain following quickly after, causing Flash to break hold and for you to marvel at what you had just done. Peter quickly jumps to your side, as you accidentally make more lightning strike on the now wet parking lot, throwing an arm around you, nervously chuckling. He guides you to the doors, leaving everyone behind until it’s just you two in the hall.

“Cool it down, cool it down,” He whispers frantically into your ear, and the feeling of his lips brushing against your earlobe in panic instantly does the trick and you’re taking a deep breath and you watch the skies clear up again, once you get rid of the clouds you had conjured.

That’s the thing with your powers. You tended to create more than manipulate (although manipulate is also something you could do if you wanted), meaning you couldn’t use the clouds or the sun or whatever was already there—you weren’t a God after all— and so you mainly made your own. You could make it rain indoors if you felt like it.

That’s what made you so powerful, you figured. That’s why Tony Stark wanted you as part of the Avengers.

“I’m sorry,” You whisper, running a hand through your hair in distress as Ned makes his way over.

“Dude that was awesome, oh my gosh!” Ned rambled excitedly, gleaming at you.

“No it wasn’t, I could’ve started a storm!” You reply reasonably, not caring that Ned now knows as well, because if Peter knew, it was only a matter of time until Ned did. The two boys purse their lips and consider something, making you confused. You furrow your eyebrows, leaning against a locker. “What?”

“Well, I mean…that was pretty awesome, [Y/N],” Peter tells you, giving you a sweet and thankful smile that could make your heart flutter. “Thanks for defending me like that.”

“You could defend yourself, Peter. I’ve heard some of your witty remarks when you think no one can you muttering under your breath in class when you get in trouble for not paying attention,” You give him a grin and you make him go red.

“I think that’s enough superhero talk for one day,” Peter says, “Well, for you.”

“Trust me, we’ll see about that,” you smirk at him, but there’s a glint in your eye, another thing that he can’t get used to, and it’s a glint saying something he can’t read. He finds himself looking away, his face getting hot.

You’ve started another storm, but this time it’s not outside.

It’s in Peter’s head, and his heart, and he’s fiddling with pockets of his jeans. It’s bad, because he knows he’s probably being ridiculous right now but, he wonders if adoring you is something he actually could get used to.

Maybe it already is.

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Another Hit on the Head (Evil Plants AU fanfic)

After being a long while out of Tumblr, I finished this lil trash that I call a fanfiction.

Couldn’t think of a better title ;-;

My English is just intermediary (and this is my first fanfic in English) so yeah, don’t expect too much from it

PvZH belongs to Popcap, Evil Plants AU belongs to @lissandre-art-blog (hope you don’t get too disappointed on me, friend)

Special thanks to @irl-chomper for being so supportive =‘) Hope you don’t get disappointed too

It wasn't a beautiful evening. Because of the huge dark clouds, anyone looking at the sky would think it was late night. It could start raining at any moment, and the thunders could, occasionally, be heard from afar.

Most of people decided to stay home, not only because of the unfriendly weather, but also because Suburbia is filled with threats now. A bonk choy, walking along the street, humming a happy tune and jumping of joy… He is known as Grass Knuckles, and yes, he is one of those threats.

Why so happy? Ah, just because he got more “trophies” after beating some guys. He kept humming, without any worries about the weather, walking towards his abandoned factory…

…Actually, it's a Z-Tech factory, but he says he owns it, just like all the stuff he stole from his victims.

He got even more excited after hearing footsteps, imagining that it was another person dumb enough to try to defeat him. However, after turning around, he found out that the street was empty.

- Who's there?

No response, just the sound of the wind. He kept walking, trying to convince himself that it was just an impression. Yeah, he probably just heard the sound of his landing after a jump.

As he kept his way, no longer humming and jumping, but still in a happy mood, he started to feel that someone was watching him. But who? The streets were empty! He started paying atention to the houses, trying to find the source of this weird feeling. Some people were looking at the scenery through the window, but the first sight of the green villain was enough to make all of them close the curtains.

After some more insecure walking, he finaly reached the spot he wanted. However, he didn't get rid of that feeling. If someone was really watching him, that person would discover his safe place.

- Who's there? Stop being such a coward and face me!

Again, there was no response; just a thunder in the background. Without alternatives, he stepped on the sidewalk and started running, making his way through the buildings, hoping to mislead his supposed follower before reaching the fence.

Finally, he climbed the fence and went to his factory.

- What was that?! - He wondered after closing the door. - It… It was just an impression, right? Yeah! Nothing serious! Well, you've had a long day, Grass Knuckles! You deserve some rest.

He smiled at his new spoils beforing adding them to a pile of things, and then decided to drink some water and, well, rest.

However, he couldn't rest for too long.

After some minutes, when he was about to take a nap, someone knocked on the door, scaring him. Nobody was supposed to know!

- WHAT??!! - He took a deep breath after shouting. - Who… Who is there?

- Theodore! - The visitor giggled after replying. The voice was familiar to Grass Knuckles, but he couldn't recognize it. Actually, he didn't remember anyone whose name was Theodore.

- Theodore? Theodore who?

- Theodore isn't open so I had to knock.

He screamed of anger after realizing he fell into a knock knock joke. The joker, however, couldn't stop laughing. That laughter was so unmistakable that Grass Knuckles couldn't even believe it.

“What… What is he doing here?!” He thought.

The plant villain answered the door, finding a zombie… A very famous imp… In front of him, that got defensive right after.

- Grass Knuckles! I challenge you! - Impfinity said, jolly, like if that was some kind of game.

Those words filled the bonk choy with adrenaline. The perfect opportunity to destroy the multiplying pest!

However, when he was about to start the battle, something made him stop.

- Sorry… I won't fight an imp.

- Wait… What?! - The imp couldn't avoid making a frustrated face.

- Yeah, I refuse to fight you.

- WHY?!

- Don't you realize that a single strong punch might be enough to break all your bones? Too weak! Not my level.

- Says the guy who fights civilians.

- They're not as fragile as you. But hey, you should be happy! I'm sparing you!

Impfinity was furious, but suddenly, a smile and an idea.

- Alright then, I'll just come back to the headquarters and tell Zomboss your hiding spot. He'll probably send someone else to fight you. - He turned around, but couldn't even start walking. Grass Knuckles grabbed him by the arms, trying to make sure he wouldn't press the button on his belt.

- You're not going anywhere! - He said, pushing the zombie hero to the factory and holding his arms again right after. Impfinity tried to break free, but Grass Knuckles was stronger.

The plant closed the door.

- WHAT ARE YOU DOING?! KIDNAPPING ME?!

- I can't fight you because it would be unfair, but you'll expose me if I let you go. That's the only option left! - The imp froze. - Aw, this expression of fear is so cute and satisfying!

The zombie quickly kicked the bonk choy, trying to find another way to break free, but it didn't work. Grass Knuckles was too tough. Maybe a bite would be a good solution? He's a vegetable after all, right? Impfinity stepped back in order to get closer.

The plant villain tried to avoid the high-pitched scream, but couldn't. That pest had just biten his leaf! That hurts! He accidentally released the imp, that activated his belt right after.

A flashing light, and then, two identical imps in the room.

Grass Knuckles stared at them. Both were in a fighting position, clearly calling the plant for a fight.

But there was something wrong.

Impfinity wouldn't come face to face with Grass Knuckles alone, and would clone himself a hundred times at the first chance, and not only once.

- Should have accepted my challenge when there was just one of me! - One of the imps said before giggling.

- Alright. - Grass Knuckles decided to play along after seeing a blue thing through the window that allowed him to have an idea of what Impfinity's plan was. - I really don't want to fight, but if you insist… Just don't cry when I break you.

“He thinks he can deceive me… Foolish.”

Yay! - The Impfinities celebrated before separating, one going to the right and the other to the left, but both heading towards Grass Knuckles. The plant tried to keep an eye on both of them, and as soon as one jumped, he punched him.

The imp hit against the villain's pile of trophies, and at the same moment, Grass Knuckles felt something hitting his “head” pretty hard from behind.

He attacked the other imp, that had just jumped on him and kicked his head, but this one wasn't taking it easy. He used the bonk choy's leafy arm as a support to jump over him, grabbing and pulling his “hair” before landing.

Even with the pain, Grass Knuckles could turn around brutally, throwing the imp, that hit against the wall.

He looked at the window after remembering that there was something there. It was just the time to realize that the other Impfinity was about to jump on him. His first reaction was a simple push, just enough for him to don't get hurt.

He was about to try landing a punch when, again, the other imp jumped on him from the behind. Fortunately (for Grass Knuckles), there was no kick this time. The zombie just decided to stay on his head to annoy him and hamper his movements.

The bonk choy simply grabbed him by the arms and slammed him against the floor. He wasn't great, so that was enough to make him poof.

The imp left couldn't avoid gasping.

“A clone, like I expected.” Grass Knuckles thought. Impfinity doesn't poof when badly hurt, but his clones do. “Now it's time to check the other one…”

The zombie hero jumped and landed near the window, trying to get some distance, and then pressed the button on his belt.

The plant villain ran towards him.

A flashing light. Grass Knuckles decided to give his theory a try and looked at the window. He was right. Another Impfinity jumped through it and, prepared, the bonk choy grabbed him by the feet before the landing and used him to hit the other, that poofed. Then he slammed this newcomer imp against the floor twice, making him poof as well.

“Yes!”

The plant villain decided to go outside. There, he found exactly what he expected to find: a tower of Impfinities near the window.

- Ops… - One of them said.

- Dismantle! Dismantle! - The orders could be heard, probably from the original Impfinity.

The imps on the top started to jump, in a sequence, trying to dismantle the tower. Grass Knuckles ran towards it, hitting the ones on the bottom, destabilizing the tower.

- Strike!

The ones that couldn't jump fell. Some poofed after hitting the ground, some didn't, and a small amount could use their acrobatic abilities to land safely.

Grass Knuckles decided to take advantage of this lack of stability. He grabbed one of the imps that was trying to get up after a very high fall and tried to throw him at one of the unhurt imps. Fortunately, he dodged, and then hit the button on his belt several times.

Some kind of electricity came from the “bulb” on his head, and new Impfinities appeared.

- Original! I was looking for you! - Grass Knuckles said, laughing, after realizing he almost hit the real Impfinity.

- I know! - Impfinity smiled.

- This is your last chance: I don't want to fight you! Surrender! - The plant lied. He really wanted to beat Impfinity, but even with all that cheating, he still felt that that fight was too much for an imp.

- Oh, don't worry! You won't fight just me. You will fight me, me, me, the other me, and me, and some more “mes”!

- I would even say this is unfair if you weren't so weak…

They stared at each other for a while. Suddenly, Grass Knuckles felt another kick on his head.

- Hey! - He turned around, finding a bunch of clones, that jumped on him right after. One pulled the hair, other touched the eye, other bited… It was chaos.

- Come on, guys! Let's get the jump! - He heard Impfinity while trying to break free.

Okay, maybe fighting a multiplying imp wasn't a very good idea.

He grabbed one of the clones that were on him and used it to hurt the others, making them poof, since they had already fallen from a tower. Then, he threw this same clone at the Impfinities that were heading towards him. Many jumped to dodge, but most of them got hit and fell down; the one that was thrown poofed.

Again, the clones reunited to get the jump on him. He could punch some of them, and they instantly poofed.

All the tension was starting to make Grass Knuckles lose control.

The ones he couldn't punch divided roles. Some tried to grab his arms to make him unable to attack, some kept pulling his hair. He could see one of the Impfinities run towards him and jump on him, kicking his head… Once more.

Grass Knuckles's headache got even worse, and everyone started to get the jump on him. He slowly started to feel unable to move because of all those imps.

The villain screamed and used his strength to break free. Many imps were thrown. He grabbed one by the feet and, again, used it to hit the others.

All these were poofed, except for one, that was protected by some of the others.

After that, the plant could see more Impfinities trying to get the jump on him.

“NOT AGAIN!”

He did his best and punched all the clones he could punch. Some surprised him, but he grabbed these ones and threw at the others. All of them were poofing.

The original Impfinity was in the middle of the battle, of course. He doesn't like to make his clones fight while he just watches, he wants to fight as well. With the help of his clones, he could stay safe, but all of the clones were dying.

The plan was “put pressure and make Grass Knuckles tired”. He thought that it would help, but that didn't seem to be a good strategy anymore. Grass Knuckles was only getting angrier and angrier. That was turning him into a fighting machine, and changing the plan wasn't an option at the moment.

The clones were dying, and he had to make more.

The zombie hero decided to run from the fight to be safe. There, he could start hitting his belt, making more identical imps. Grass Knuckles, however, saw the electricity and tried to throw a clone at it, hoping to hit the real Impfinity, that quickly dodged and watched the poof.

“I won't get rid of this problem if I don't focus the original.” The villain thought.

Impfinity turned around and found Grass Knuckles running towards him. The plant tried to punch the imp, that was faster and used the bonk choy's arm as a support to jump over him.

The villain, unsatisfied, headed towards Impfinity again, that looked at the fence and saw an oportunity. He started to run in the direction of the fence, followed by Grass Knuckles. The imp was faster, and still cloned himself, trying to slow the plant down.

Finnaly, Impfinity jumped and landed on the other side of the fence. Grass Knuckles started climbing it as the zombie decided to run and find a safe place.

- You can't run from me, Impfinity! - The bonk choy said. Meanwhile, behind a house, the imp took a deep breath and started cloning.

- We're gonna try getting the jump on Grass Knuckles when he shows up, like a surprise party. - He whispered.

The plant, however, saw the unmistakable electricity that comes from Impfinity when he clones himself and got ready.

At the moment he showed up, the Impfinities jumped on him, but he could, again, grab one and use it against the others. The original jumped off before getting hurt and cloned a bit more, running right after.

- No way! - Grass Knuckles threw the clone at him. This time, he couldn't dodge. In fact, he didn't even see that coming.

Impfinity was slowly getting up when his thrown clone gasped and jumped. He turned around and found the plant villain really close to him. His first reaction was to make some more clones while trying to get up, but Grass Knuckles, like always, grabbed one of the imps. He threw it at the original, again, that, this time, ended up hitting the head against the ground.

Finaly, Grass Knuckles punched the real Impfinity. The evil plant made sure to punch him right in the belt's button, to break it. The few clones that were still alive, trying to push Grass Knuckles away, immediately poofed.

- Boy, I'll be honest! - The bonk choy laughed. - For a moment, I really thought that you had a chance! I'm impressed! Or should I say… Impressed?

Impfinity loves imp puns, but that one didn't make him happy. In fact, the only thing he could feel was the pain. If you wanna make him suffer, break his belt. It's not only a way to prevent him from cloning and instakill all the clones, but it's also very painful.

- This terrible headache I'm feeling was worth it. Watching your pain is priceless! - Impfinity could hear Grass Knuckles' voice. He looked at the plant and found out that he was about to get punched right in the face.

- NO! - He rolled to the side, making Grass Knuckles punch the ground and scream right after.

The zombie hero got up quickly, his hand on the broken button. He started running with some difficulty, trying to escape.

Impfinity turned a corner and ran along an alley. It took him a while to find supports to make a high jump, high enough to reach the roofs. With a smile, he ran towards a pipe, that didn't break because of the imp's lightness, and jumped on it, trying to land on an awning, in order to use it as a trampoline and reach the roofs, where he would be safe and could start making his way to the headquarters.

However, as expected, Grass Knuckles followed him, even after hurting his hand by punching the ground. When he saw that his victim was about to escape, he got a trash can lid and threw it at Impfinity, that couldn't land correctly after getting hit.

The zombie slipped and fell. Grass Knuckles approached and lifted him, only so he could land a strong punch. Right after, he slammed Impfinity against the wall, and only then his expression of anger and hate turned into a creepy smile.

- I won! - He said jolly before releasing the imp, that moaned a little after falling on the ground. His legs couldn't stand anymore, and he could barely move. - Congratulations, Impfinity. You're the hardest opponent I've ever faced! But, of course, wasn't able to defeat me. Well, now that I've beaten you, it's time to get my prize, and this cloning machine you're wearing seems pretty cool.

- Please… Don't…

- Yeah, I liked it. It's mine now. - Grass Knuckles' smile widened. - Wait a second… Just remembered that I have to kidnap you! - He laughed.

Impfinity was going to say that he told Zomboss the plant's hiding spot right after stalking him earlier, before fighting, but then he realized that it was better to keep that information as a secret.

Not to mention that he could barely speak as well.

- Boy… - Grass Knuckles stared at the belt. - I shouldn't have broken it. How am I going to check if I can clone myself now? And I'm not good at fixing things… If I only had a friend that…

Flashback ON

- Grass Knuckles… You're very good at breaking things.

- Yeah, I know…

- Hey, don't be sad. It's ok to be clumsy! Just... Try to be careful. It's a cell phone after all, and not just a toy… I mean, it's not a toy, but it really looks like a toy to me… This old human tech…

- But can you fix it?

- Of course I can!

- Thank you! Boy, it's really great to have a tech expert as a friend.

- Citron will always be here for you!

Flashback OFF

Grass Knuckles lost his balance. What… What was that?

Was that… A memory?

He knew that he was a hero before turning into an evil green robber, and he knew that he had friends, but that sudden memory… It was good to have a friend. It was good to have Citron by his side.

The plant felt split. He was happy with his current life as a bad guy, accumulating goods, beating people and watching them suffer… But there was a part of him that wanted to remember more, a part that missed Citron's friendship, and not because he's good at fixing things.

Even knowing that he used to be good, that was the first time Grass Knuckles felt that way after becoming a villain. He knew he was good, but he couldn't remember that it was good to be good.

Where is Citron now? What happened to him? What happened to the others? Who are the others?

The plant felt the first drops of rain splashing on his face and hands, and it got intense quickly.

“This is going to be a real storm.” He thought.

At that moment, he saw Impfinity on the ground.

- Impfinity? Are you there? - There was no response. He approached and found out that the imp was unconscious.

“Oh boy… What have I done? Of course, Impfinity is a pest… And he asked for it... But… He was already defeated, I didn't need to… Hurt him like that… I haven't killed him, have I? I hurt people, but I'm not a killer!”.

- Hey, wake up! - He tried shaking the imp, but, again, no response.

Grass Knuckles took a deep breath.

“I was going to kidnap him anyways…” The bonk choy decided to take the zombie hero with him and go the factory, where Impfinity could rest and get better.

None of them realized that the fight had an audience, that watched everything through the windows since they left the factory. These people, too scared to intervene, closed their curtains with sadness after seeing the villain's victory. The alley got empty, just Grass Knuckles carrying Impfinity, heading towards the factory, trying to comprehend the feeling that the memory brought, on a rainy and dark night.

Hope u liked it *hides*

#fanfiction #pvzh #pvz heroes #grass knuckles #impfinity #evil plants au #is it too shitty or just a bit?#I had to paragraph it myself ¬¬

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