Ranges from get-out-the-cluebat to destroy-everything BAMFery. Assorted BAMFs from assorted fandoms, as well.
Completed works only (series may include an unfinished work), of varying lengths.
17 Jul 2021
04 May 2021
Nedzu isn't fond of many humans, but he was rather fond of strategy games, one of which led him to meet a rather curious and interesting human with the username of "Greenbean." He found himself looking forward to their games, until one day, he got a shocking realization that Green was not only a child, but a bullied one, and suddenly he had someone to protect.
And if he taught the child how to take over the world in the process, well, he was Nedzu, after all.
08 Apr 2021
The brighter the light, the darker the shadows. And in a super-powered society, those shadows are dark indeed. But whilst the world desperately trained more and more heroes, making that light brighter and brighter, the prestigious hero school, UA, had another idea. Why not tackle the problem at its source?
And so was born the infamous class 1-A. Would-be criminals from all over the country were selected, and a group of twenty now roam the halls of the school, alongside the heroes of the next generation.
Last year, the entirety of Mr Aizawa’s class A graduated. But this year was different. No, he didn’t believe they would all graduate back into society like the classes before them. He believed they could become something bigger. That was why, with gritted teeth and a manic smile, Eraser Head turned to his new class of students and said:
"You aren't villains - you never were, and you never will be. But you can take that fire inside of you and put it to good use. We're in a hero school, aren't we? Well then...
"Let's be heroes."
My favourite fic I’ve written - chaos, found family, and learning to believe in yourself
In Which Midoriya Confuses A Lot of People, Starts A Manhunt, and Becomes A Hero by legal_kidnapping
21 Mar 2021
Midoriya needs a new outlet for his hero research and accidentally creates a viral YouTube channel.
Or: Midoriya makes some new friends, learns to fight, and gets into UA and amasses an army of fans that protect him.
16 Dec 2020
Over the course of one week, Midoriya Izuku sees his childhood friend turned bully face consequences for his actions, gets appreciated for his skills, acquires a boyfriend that sits right in front of him, realizes that his grumpy homeroom teacher is actually on his side, and tells Aizawa Shouta the truth about One for All.
All of that information, however? It's happening in the background. Follow our hero: Aizawa Shouta aka Eraserhead. Over the course of the same week, Aizawa looks into his Problem Child and his many contradictions in order to not see Midoriya Izuku and Bakugou Katsuki paired together for their upcoming final exam.
During this time, Aizawa learns things he should have known from the start, talks to a lot of people, drinks so much hot chocolate, loves his husband, feeds his cat, gets a shocking six hours of sleep, reflects on his past, and learns the truth about a legend passed through underground heroics for decades.
Fandom: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling
13 Feb 2017
Bookmarked by Origami_Roses
08 Sep 2021
17 Dec 2020
Or, how Midoriya was told he couldn’t be a hero by All Might, so he decided he would ask every other hero if he could be one.
Bookmarked by Origami_Roses
04 Jan 2021
Fandoms: Marvel Cinematic Universe, The Avengers (Marvel Movies), Marvel, The Avengers (Marvel) - All Media Types, Iron Man (Movies), Iron Man (Comics), Black Widow (Comics)
28 Sep 2019
There is a tap on the table top and a quiet, “Scusatemi, signorina,” and she looks up. There is a boy there, no more than twenty, and he is undoubtedly American, though his Italian is so polished that even she would be unsure if not for his hesitant slouch— discomfort, it says I am out of place. His gaze is not demanding. It is not cold, either— but intelligent, distant. Not assessing, but calculating. As if she is made of code, and he is reading her.
“I speak English,” she tells him, “better than Italian.”
He slumps with something akin to relief. “Oh- that’s. That’s cool. I’m really sorry to ask-“ and he looks it, wincing and pulling his own fingers, “-but would it be okay if I sit with you? My mamma is in a formaggeria across the piazza and I desperately don’t want to stand in there and smell cheese for an hour so I was gonna grab an espresso but every other table is filled and I don’t want to impose but—?” He looks at her. He is sharp, ardent with a wisdom that puts her teeth on edge. No young man should look like that: as if he has stared straight into the barrel of a gun and laughed at the bullet, swallowed it whole.
He looks old for his age. He just. He looks.
Bookmarked by Buckysprettylips
04 Aug 2020