Soulmate Au Where Your Mark Is Your Soulmate's Name, But As They Write It. It Changes As You Grow Older;

casually writing my fic (auto promo: link here) to ignore the outside world

i just wrote shouto saying “spill the tea” and for some reason this is so funny to me

Shouto with the biggest poker face who ever poker faced: “spill the tea bro”

౨ৎ⋆˚｡⋆ Let the World Burn.

⚝ You doubted Sukuna‘s feelings. Thus he showed you just how much he cherished your being. His way.

⚝ Sukuna x fem!reader

⚝ gore; mention of death

» [LET THE WORLD BURN - Chris Grey] «

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"What are you saying?" he snarled, flaring his nostril while his eyes watched you closely.

His intense, dark gaze caused you to feel uneasy, and goosebumps covered your skin. When he stared at you like that, you knew that what you had told him was something that caused him to feel disrespected. Especially because these words left your lips, lacing a bitter aftertaste.

"I apologize," you muttered, drifting your eyes away from his searingly red ones. "I shouldn‘t have said that."

His rough hand grabbed your chin, pulling it closer to his face to force your gaze to meet his. Your soft skin got penetrated by his sharp black nails as he did so.

"Don‘t try to flee from the consequences of what you‘ve said," he murmured with a low voice that dropped an octave. His ragged breath grazed your cheeks, and his invading gaze dug into your soul.

Stillness lied in the air as you two continuously stared into each other‘s eyes. You didn‘t care about anything anymore, as his gaze gifted you a sense of comfort. Your surroundings faded away, and the pain his sharp nails caused you to feel vanished within a matter of seconds.

His lips parted, revealing his straight teeth that were adorned by fangs. "Me? Not loving you?" he whispered, and his raspy voice became a mere purr in the air.

"Just so you know," he paused, sliding his hand down to your neck to squeeze it, "this is for you."

In the blink of an eye, he disappeared. His scent vanished from your nostrils, his figure was not in your sight, and his weighty presence had left the spot.

You peeked around the place, searching for him in dismay. The last thing you wanted him to do is leave.

To your luck, he had something else in mind.

When you gazed up at the sky, you caught glimpse of him lingering in the air. A bright essence formed in his hands, becoming larger and growing hotter above you. You realized it were flames that emerged into an arrow.

In a matter of mere seconds, he allowed the arrow to flee from his hands, hitting a huge skyscraper and destroying it with its heat.

It didn‘t take long until the flames spread over several more buildings, but the only thing you could listen to were the screams of citizens and his laugh.

When your eyes peered over the place again, he was no longer to be found. Yet, you could hear his raspy laugh ringing deep inside your ears.

"Sukuna!" You called out his name with all of your strength while feeling the hot flames all around you.

Though, they didn‘t dare to touch you.

They were surrounding you, burning everything down that was once alive. You couldn‘t make up a single thing of life when you looked around. Death was all around you.

Your body was shaking. Was it fear? But why? You were still alive.

Was it the fear of being left alone by the one who caused it all? Was it the fear you recently had? That one day, he would stop loving you and end your life too?

"You‘re scared to believe I‘m the one," his voice growled behind you, and you spun around to face him. Only a few inches were parting you two. "You think it‘s dangerous to be with me," he wavered, lifting his veiny hand to let it hover above your soft cheek, "because I want it all."

The flames around you displayed in his dark red irises that glowed in the radiant light.

"But I‘d let the world burn for you," he purred, his hand stroking your cheek until slowly moving down. His thumb caressed your lower lip. "My love for you is ruthless."

The dark sky dyed orange as the ashes and screams of people filled the air. But the sole thing you were fixated on where his alluring eyes that caught you. You were drawn to him like a moth to a flame.

"I know you think you can run," he said, leaning close to your ear, "but if I can‘t have you, no one can."

He studied you, his brows faintly furrowing as a grin spread over his lips. The fear and shock in your eyes pleased him in every way they could. It made his heart race to see you like this, all vulnerable and dedicated to him.

What once made you doubt his feelings for you was replaced with certainty. Certainty about the way his heart moved because of you.

"I burn for you, sweetheart."

People always forget how strong Dabi actually is,, all might HIMSELF said that Dabi alone could take out all the heroes. (He was litch recognized by the symbol of hope AND the symbol of fear!!)

His quirk defect is the only thing keeping him from ending everyone🤞 and besides that, most of the reason he looses his fight with shoto was because of his own emotional outburst. He lost control. Even after he looses, he comes back and has to be jumped by his whole family 2 be stopped😭. That man is a menace‼️😇 and I want him SO FUCKING BAD.

I need a four hour loop of the intro of hot gum (she version) thank you please sofia

My heart is breaking in a million pieces because Tomura thinks he can destroy the world and go back to the League, but he doesn't know that most of them are either dead or terribly hurt.

He doesn't know Twice died because he refused to betray them. Tomura doesn't know that Mr. Compress sacrificed himself to save him, doesn't know about the way that Compress screamed he loved the League as he went down. He has no clue about what AFO did to Spinner in Tomura's name, the way Dabi explained so perfectly to Shouto the LOV and their philosophies because he always paid attention even if he said he didn't, Tomura wasn't there to witness Toga's breakdown over not being able to use the Dabi's flames or his decay even if she loved them so much.

At his absolute worst, even once the worst of his own past is over, the thought of them keeps him going.

He wants to destroy the world for them.

His League of Villains.

They love him so much. He loves them so much.

They can only imagine it, but they. don't. know.

*steals your yaoi and turns it into yuri*

Give yourself kindness when things are a mess! Whether it's physically in your space, or more abstractly in your life, we all need time to sort things out and get the right processes in place.

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"I can't fight my own son" YOU HAVE LITERALLY FOGHT YOUR 5 YEAR OLD SON AND YOUR WIFE?? KNOWING THEY COULDN'T FIGHT BACK?? YOU BEAT THE FUCK OUT OF A WHOLE TODDLER BUT YOU CAN'T FIGHT YOUR GROWN ASS MAN CHILD??

Just a friendly reminder that Horikoshi always intended for Tomura and Touya to be the closest thing to soulmates/eachother’s identical parallel. Their thoughts and the reasonings? Practically the same. They’ll tear themselves apart just for a shred of validation; a plea for someone to see them, even as they destroy the others around them. Who cares is innocents get hurt, right? In the end, the result will be far more valuable than a couple of stranger’s lives.

Dabi’s entire philosophy is quite literally to burn everything around him into ash, including himself and Endeavour, all to liberate himself and others from the false shackles of hero society. This ideology *perfectly* coincides with Tomura, who not only wants to carve out a place in this dejected world for all of his followers, but to also liberate and destroy. Even as children their ideologies would have agreed with one another, which is, “Why should my father’s limitations on me restrict who I am? I just want to be free.”

The meaning behind their names. Tenko ( 転弧) & Touya ( 燈矢); Tenko’s name has the kanji with the meaning “bow” in it. and Touya’s name has the kanji with the meaning “arrow” in it. Hand in hand. Another interesting fact of their names is that 燈(Tō) means "lamp", or "light”, and 転 (Ten) means "turn", or "revolve”, which could signify the instinctive nature of humans (or Tenko himself?) to ‘revolve’ around light (or Touya’s fire/heat in a metaphorical sense).

If we also want to talk metaphorical, ‘light’ could be used to describe the lightheartedness of Touya’s character before Enji destroyed him at the seams, and we know that as a child, Tenko was a loving, empathetic child, attracted to ‘light’ (the softness and kindness of others). He played games with rejected children, defended them, and acted as a ‘hero’ in his own way. This parallel of Touya needing a savior and Tenko readily taking in others who need it, is very interesting to see, especially when we literally see this acted out later on in the LOV!

One more theory I have…now hear me out…also alludes to their name meanings. 矢 (Ya) means "arrow”…but 弧 (Ko) means "arc," indicating a curved path or trajectory. Now, arrows typically travel in a straight line or path when shot. Except for when they’re deemed, “defective.” You know where I’m going with this. It’s almost a completed story with those two characters. A defective arrow that lead a curved path, all because of a manufacturing/crafting issue. Sorry if that hit you hard, me too.

I’m so delusional about them. It’s totally okay.

slowly, surely — ft. todoroki touya

touya’s body heals one day at a time, slowly but surely. he and his brother bridge the gap along the way, slowly but surely. you like to think maybe, there’s a good chance he’ll live a life outside of just dying now

before you read: fem reader ; chapter 426 spoilers ; established relationship ; post war ; touya lives and his body heals idc ; todoroki family dynamics ; fluff and healing

You never thought you’d meet his family.

Touya’s family files in every day through the door for weeks into his room after the war. You’re introduced to the people you never thought you’d formally meet in an unlikely circumstance.

It’s difficult at first. Touya can only speak for a few minutes at a time every day. You have to share the sparse, little time you have to see him with the rest of his family. But you suppose it’s not so bad. You get a glimpse of the kind of brother Touya could have been, a side him you never got to see.

He’s teasing—makes a well-timed slightly inappropriate joke at Natsuo’s expense regarding his wedding. The blush on his brother’s face and the chastising click of his mother’s teeth makes you smile a bit. He pretends to be bored when Fuyumi rambles about her new students, but he listens attentively—you know because it surprises you all when he brings up a student she mentions in passing weeks ago. He’s a bad influence, too—his suggestions for Shouto to cheat earn a wilting glare from you that makes him concede begrudgingly.

Despite it all, you like to think Touya could have been a good brother. Can be a good brother. You don’t lose hope that maybe, amongst all the rubble, a small, fertile patch of soil exists.

It takes weeks. Months. Close to a year, even. One healer turns to two, two turns to three, and eventually, there’s a handful of the best healing quirks slowly trying to fix his charred, weakened body. Your eyes fill with tears the first time you see the swell of his round cheek restored, earning a huff and roll of his eyes.

Always so damn emotional, he grunts. He closes his eyes and relishes in your touch when you stroke the skin with your finger, though.

His skin is never quite the same. That much, you expected. It’s better than it ever was before, though. No more staples holding him together. No more deep purple and rubbery skin. It’s textured and discolored, but not nearly as rough as it used to be. You don’t care what he looks like, of course. As long as he’s with you and breathing you’re content—but he seems happy with the results.

He starts to feel whole again.

His family never stops visiting, either. (Except for his father—you promptly tell him his presence is no longer required one day. He nods like he understands. As though he can understand. It enrages you, but he offers you a quiet thank you before he leaves. Thank you for taking care of my son. You hate him more after that—for being appreciative that you now do what he couldn’t).

He gets moved to a proper hospital bed eventually. There are still tubes and needles hooked up to him—he’s not too happy about that. It makes sharing a bed with you hard. But he settles for letting you rest your head against his thigh, hand clutching his.

It’s as good as it gets for now.

Slowly, surely, Touya for the first time, doesn’t head for death. Slowly, surely, for the first time, he starts to heal.

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“Is Touya-nii sleeping?”

“No,” you smile, turning to Shouto as he walks up to you, “he’s in there. Bored, actually.”

Shouto bends down, grabs the snack that drops from the vending machine for you and hands it to you.

Touya is right. He was raised to be a kind boy.

“I brought soba,” he says quietly. “I heard he can have solid food now.”

“He’ll appreciate it,” you beam.

Shouto lingers. You smile gently and take the hint, joining him and walking alongside the boy and make your way to Touya’s room.

It hits you then, all at once. Shouto has never spent a moment with his brother alone. Not properly, at least—not without trying to avoid being burned to death and not without having an unconscious, recovering Touya laid up in bed rest.

Soon, you hope, they can share a meal together without you in the room to ease the awkward tension.

“Touya,” you call, walking in, “you have a surprise!”

“We can finally use this bed for better things?” He asks, voice a raspy grunt.

You pinch the bridge of your nose, sighing in exasperation and making him snicker as he notices Shouto follow you through the door.

“No,” you say tiredly.

“Bummer,” he grins. It’s cheeky and cute enough that you don’t scold him further.

“Is the bed uncomfortable? I’m sure we can get a better one,” Shouto offers.

Touya lets out an amused snort, and you let your shoulders fall in relief—at least Shouto’s cluelessness at times makes things less painful when Touya remains his shameless self.

There’s comfort in it, though. You suppose you don’t mind it as much if his personality is still in tact.

“So what’s my surprise, doll. It’s not nice to keep the sickly waiting, y’know.”

“Why don’t you ask Shouto?” You roll your eyes.

Touya looks over at his younger brother. So much has changed in the last few months, you think—Touya looks happy to see his brother. It’s a big step up from murder, for sure.

“You shouldn’t have, little brother,” he grins, “what is it? Our father’s death certificate?”

“Oh, Touya,” you sigh, shaking your head, “you never change.”

“I brought soba,” Shouto holds up the bag in his hand, “I thought we could share.”

The smooth grin on Touya’s lips falter. Something flashes in his eyes—something close to regret. Maybe even sadness. It’s gone as quickly as it comes, replaced with practiced amusement as he hums.

“Great,” he drawls, “hospital food sucks, you know.”

Touya has more in common with his brother than he doesn’t. It takes him good near two decades to realize as much. Maybe, if he had the opportunity to realize Shouto was his brother who liked soba just like him and not the son that replaced him in his father’s fucked up goals, he could have lived just to live instead of just to die.

But he’s living now, he supposes. Breathing and talking and seeing—and as of more recently, eating. (Real food, at least).

There’s still a chance to eat soba with Shouto, though. Maybe Shouto hates fish just like him too—maybe he doesn’t. Maybe, in another life, he could pass his fish over to his younger brother at the dinner table when their mother isn’t looking.

“I’ll bring some more often then,” Shouto offers.

You smile as Touya’s eyes soften. The glimmer with a little bit of excitement, even. A childlike sort of glee he never got to have.

“Yeah,” he nods, “you should. Don’t expect me to pay you back, though. Your older brother’s dead broke.”

“Okay,” Shouto smiles.

You settle in the corner, letting the younger of the two take the chair beside the bed. Shouto pulls out chopsticks—Touya huffs over getting the brown ones instead of the black.

Shouto trades without a complaint.

You hear Touya murmur, “did you see the news lately?”

“About what?”

“About Endeavor, what else?”

“No,” Shouto swallows, “I had exams.”

“I told you, it’s easy to cheat if you—”

“Touya,” you hiss, making the latter curl his lips into a slight pout.

“Study hard, Shouto,” Touya grunts, rolling his eyes. “Hit those books, I guess.”

————— bonus —————

“How was today?” You ask quietly, sat on the edge of his bed, stroking through his hair. It’s shorter than it used to be, regrowing slowly from the roots with the rest of his body.

“Are we back on this talking about our days bullshit again?” Touya sighs, “we spent the whole day together, doll. You saw it all.”

“C’mon,” you hum, pinching his cheek, “indulge me.”

“S’fine,” he rolls his eyes, “the little brat was good company, I guess.”

“Yeah?” You grin.

He doesn’t meet your eyes, looking off to the side as he shrugs. “Yeah. Don’t make it weird.”

“You seemed like you were having fun,” you beam, stroking his cheek with your thumb. He rolls his eyes, leaning into your touch slightly.

“Yeah, s’cause my only company is you. Gets boring.” He gives you a charming, teasing, smooth little smile that has you scowling at him.

“How rude,” you huff, “maybe I should leave you with no company at all.”

He chuckles, turning his head slowly to give the pad of your thumb a soft, delicate kiss. “I’m kidding. You’re the best company a wanted criminal-turned-hospital-prisoner could have, doll.”

I would make a longer more detailed healing journey fic with touya but I already have a half written long fic for him that I seriously need to finish so it can wait. For now it will stay a short drabble