#villian!au

[sleepwalkerlaw]

"When the sun goes down And we hit the ground" (Miyavi - Need For Speed) 

Villain!AU by @sugarforkfull

[sourbkg]

obey

yandere!villian!shinsou hitoshi x reader

———im taking the initiative to write this one from the prompt list bc i like it and none of you can stop me———

It was supposed to be an easy mission. Get in, get the evidence your team needed to frame the man, get out. Simple. You’d done this countless times before and never had a problem. Why, why now was there a problem.

The extraction itself was going fine. Your partner stayed by your side as the party you attended commenced. Lay low and get the layout of the mansion. That was your goal. The man beside you was grumbling under his breath about how he hated parties and would rather be apart of a different team. His elbow was locked with yours and you walked around like you were a couple, not two agents in enemy territory. You only squeezed his arm more towards you when his complaining became a little to prominent on his features.

“Not having a good time?” A voice dull voice asked from behind you. You stilled, your partner doing the same. You knew that voice, he did to. It was—

“Shinsou Hitoshi.” He stepped in front of the two of you, hand held out to shake your own.

“Kato Hinata.” Your partner responded, offering his own hand to the lavender haired male. “A pleasure.”

He shook it, tired eyes soon finding your own, “And you are?”

“(L/N) (F/N).” You replied quietly, not looking him in the eyes as you spoke. He took your hand and kissed your knuckles, a small smile creeping from the corners of his lips after you pulled your hand back.

“A cute name to go along with a cute face.” He watched you shift your weight, Kato drawing you closer to his side. He looked to your partner, “Why don’t you go get us some drinks?”

It wasn’t really a suggestion, more of a command. Kato hated being told what to do.

“I don’t think I-“

It was over from there. His eyes dulled and his posture straighted, grip on your arm almost too tight to be comfortable.

“Go away.” Shinsou said, eyes narrowing slightly. Kato let go of you completely before turning on his heel and walking away without a second glance.

You were alone with the enemy.

“He didn’t look to be having a good time anyways.” Shinsou took a step towards you, tilting your head up to look at him with his pointer finger, “and frankly, I’ve grown bored of my own party. Whaddya say we get out of here?”

There was a crash before you could respond. Both of your heads whipped towards the sound. Kato and a couple other members of your team were causing quite the ruckus. You needed to get out of there and fast. Anyone that wasn’t from your group of Shinsou’s henchmen fled or hid.

You grabbed Shinsou’s wrist before he had a chance to react and twisted it behind his back, kicking him behind the knee and holding his arm there. Your team could deal with his underlings but if he got to them it would be over. All you had to do was hold him for a second—

He threw his head back, hitting you square in the nose. You groaned, grip loosening and he took to chance to swipe your legs out from under you, ripping his arm from your grip in the process.

“I’m impressed.” He all but growled under his breath, “you and your friends snuck in undetected—“ he paused when you threw a punch at him, hitting him in the jaw. He laughed and spit bloody saliva onto the granite floors. “A shame, really. I thought we had something.”

Kato’s quirk activated suddenly and your body started to disappear. Shinsou’s eyes widened, trying to reach out to grab you but it was too late. You were gone.

————

Three months later and you still didn’t have what you needed to frame him. Despite misuse of his quirk at the party (on your partner, no less) and the evidence you had against him, it wasn’t enough. You’d been working nonstop on the case, often coming home late and getting a minimum amount of sleep only to get up early the next morning and do it again. Kato was no better, grumpy at all times and only momentarily happy when lunch time came around.

It was another late night, getting home just after 12. Something felt... off in your apartment when you walked in, but you couldn’t even question it because a second after you shut the door, something hit your head and everything went black.

When you came to, you were immediatly made aware of the weight on your ankle. The bed under you creaked as you threw the covers off to show a chain keeping you to the bed. You stood, testing how easily you could stand despite the killer headache you had, and testing to see how far the anklet would let you walk.

It just barely allowed you to make it to the door of the room. When you reached for the handle, it swung open to reveal the tired man you’d been trying to put in jail. You took a step back.

“Oh, glad to see you’re awake.” He said, eyeing you as you created more distance between the two of you. “I’m sorry for the... surprise attack. They weren’t supposed to hit you. It won’t happen again.” He reached a hand out to touch your face, but you jerked back to glare at him.

“Let me go.” You growled, eyes narrowed to slits.

He laughed, “I’ve only just gotten you! And you want me to let you leave so soon?”

“What the hell is wrong with you.” You slapped his hand away as he reached to touch your face again.

He laughed again, though this time it was humorless. “Come on, kitten. No need to keep up the act. You’re with me now, not those idiots at your agency.”

He reached up to cup your cheeks, moving to bring his face closer to your own. In a panic, you slapped him in the face. Hard. The sound resonated within the room, his head stayed turned to the side for a second as he processed what you’d just done. He let out a small chuckle, touching his cheek.

“I’ll give you five seconds to apologize.” He said simply, purple eyes finding yours, “five seconds to tell me sorry and that you only did it because you’re nervous. One.”

“Fuck you.” You hissed, taking a step away from him. He took a step forward.

“Two.” He continued.

You took another step back, he took another forward. “Three.”

Another back, another forward.

“Four.”

“You’re fucking delusional.”

Your back hit the wall. His hand slammed against it beside your head.

“Five.”

He laughed a little. “I was hoping you would be a little more compliant.”

“Like hell I would—“

You felt yourself go rigid, unable to move. You could still hear and see but nothing was in your control. He tipped your head up to make you look at him.

“Get on your knees and shut up.” He growled, and you dropped to the floor, lips tight against each other. He kneeled beside you.

“I could make you do so many... unsavory things, but I’m not that kind of person.” He used one hand to run his fingers through your hair. “But I’m not above using my quirk to make you obey me.” His grip on your hair tightened, using it to tilt your chin up to the roof. You felt the pain but couldn’t make a sound.

“We’re going to try this again. You’re going to apologize. Got it?” He paused, grip on your hair loosened before you had the ability to move again. You gasped for air– whether from the pain or from the anxiety, you didn’t know.

“Do you have anything to say to me, kitten?” He asked, the hand in your hair tightening ever slightly when you stayed quiet for too long.

“I’m sorry.” You choked out, leaning back against the wall to get away from him. He only leaned forward into your space.

“Sorry for what?” He mockingly tilted his head to the side.

“I’m sorry for–for hitting you. I was scared and I’m sorry.” You managed, eyes screwing shut.

The hand in your hair left completely and he hummed, “Good. Don’t let it happen again.” And with that, he stood. “I’ll be back with some food, I’m sure your hungry.”

And then he left you alone.

[drewbabie]

this is my first time w/ digital drawing and i KNOW the shading is terrible its v v last minute but like its okay i guess

anyway this is mark but if he was EVIL

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@markiplier

[pandoraships]

Dating any hero in a villain au:

[astrocat013]

Arven and Ira, original characters from the still unnamed Villian!au. Arven uses he/him pronouns, Ira uses they/them.

Arven is a teacher at the Villian academy where Ira's adopted children attend. Arven is a flirt with all the parents and Ira is an ace who doesn't respond well to it at all. Because of their similar fashion sense Ira sees Arven as a rival of sorts, which both confuses and entertains the teacher to no end.

[Please do not repost or edit my art in any way. Reblogs and likes are always appreciated.]

[nullthisvoid]

Villain All Might for @damnit-samnit They’re Villain AU fic is so 👌 — Please reblog, do not repost  

[antiqueginger]

Okay but what if...

Katsuki becomes the hero Ground Zero and his coworkers love to point out how unlucky he is.

At first, Ground Zero didn't notice anything. Calls in his area were all basic purse snatchers and other none remarkable things while a block away friends would be responding to a ramaging quirk that he was closer to anyway.

Things only started getting weird when he witness a villian in action. First, an alarm triggered when he arrived on scene. Second, the lights shut off when he entered. Then lastly, and possibly worse, the smoke from his exploitations activated the sprinklers.

From then inconviences became more prominent. Automatic doors never opening for him, random fire alarms misdricts from his GPS. On one occation his work computer fried making him spend many nights retyping reports. Overall they were small things that would be passed off as bad luck. That was until a raid went horribly wrong.

A villian organization, calling themselves prophets were finally pinned down but as they were attacked they knew sensitive information. They knew what to say to get under each hero's skin. Somehow memorized the parameters of each hero's quirk with line men to suit each attacker.

They were taken care of by the hero's but somehow were prepared for an invasion as if they were warned months ahead of time.

Upon investigation police found files on each participating hero all signed D3K0. The file of Ground Zero was the note. "Tell him I will always be watching."

[anomymoose]

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