soulmate au, body and quirk swap, at age 13 you swap bodies and quirks with your soulmate, you go back to your own body after a day but you have to meet up with your soulmate to return the quirk. izuku with one of the villains, togadeku, shigadeku, dabideku, spindeku, any of them. platonic or romantic is your choice too
“So, your soulmate is a villain?”
“Umm he was… I was in a bar. And the guy running it thought I was him and talked about the Leauge of Villains they were planning. And they had a lot of messed up stuff.”
“Do you know where?”
“Yes,” Izuku said. He was itchy, so itchy but he didn’t scratch. It was because of the Quirk his soulmate had, felt like his skin was constantly drying out. He needed to scratch but he also didn’t want to because it could make his skin worse. Izuku’s hand twitched to his wrist before he yanked it back.
Giving the address felt like a betrayal. A spit in the face of his soulmate but what was he supposed to do? He couldn’t let his soulmate be a villain. He had to stop Tomura!
Even if his guy twisted in shame.
Luckily reporting crimes after a swap to the police wasn’t uncommon. Izuku was one of many. Even if his was due to the fact that his soulmate was a villain. Rare, but not uncommon.
He wished it didn’t feel like a betrayal.
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“He’s brainwashed!” Tomura ranted to Kurogiri. “Izuku is convinced heroes are a good thing! The world spits on him and torments him for not having a Quirk but he wants to be a hero!”
“Society is a wicked thing,” Kurogiri said. Tomura nodded firmly.
“It is. And I’m gonna save him,” Tomura said. They had to move the bar since Izuku would be so brainwashed he’d go to the police but it was worth it. Izuku needed protection and going to the police would stop people from realizing Izuku was Tomura’s player 2. His partner, the genius child who wrote so many books tearing apart Quirks.
Tomura couldn’t wait until he could get Izuku to see the light. They’d have to arrange for a covert meeting so Tomura got Decay back which wouldn’t be enough o convince Izuku of the truth, but he’d start.
Izuku would be with him, he was his soulmate after all.
Shiga in 99.9% of the scenes I've written for my ShigaDeku Soulmate AU fic, lmao!
He's like… ugh I don't wanna sit through any boring PLF meetings plotting to take control of all Japan, I just wanna grab my green-haired boyfriend/reluctant hostage and run away to my room. Heh.
Anyways! Under the keep reading link below is an excerpt from a flirty, slightly spicy scene between Izu and Shiga that happens later on in my fic. It's where they're past the chaotic, angry, violent 'enemies to lovers' stage of the story and Shiga has just discovered that he can touch/manipulate what I'm calling a 'soul-cord' in my AU, which is basically a spiritual link that connects two soulmate's souls together and helps them find each other.
The idea of a soul-cord comes from the concept of the 'red string of fate' and is basically a floating metaphysical cord/thread/string (not 100% sure what I'm calling it yet) woven from strands of each soulmate partner's soul, binding their destinies together and ensuring that always meet. By default, a soul-cord wraps around each soulmate partner's pinky finger, but this can be changed.
The thing is, with the way I integrated the soulmates trope into this AU along with Quirks, only soulmate partners with Quirks can see/interact with their soul-cords. By the time the main story line comes around, Izu has lost OFA and Shiga still has his Quirk (Decay). So, only Shiga can see/mess around with their soul-cord but both of them can feel it. Which is why Izuku is like, what the actual fuck is going on right now in the scene below lmfao. 🤣
Also, do you think the name 'soul-cord' is a good name for this? Or would 'soul-thread', 'soul-string', 'soul-braid', 'soul-weave', etc. be a more fitting name for it? I wanna know your opinion!
Pretty pretty pretty please let me know what you thought of this scene and if you'd like to see any more ShigaDeku excerpts! If you'd like to be added to the tag list for the story, please like, share, comment, or send me a PM. Thank you for reading! ❤️❤️❤️
Keep reading for 900+ words of flirty, slightly horny ShigaDeku interaction below:
“Is there a problem?” Izuku said, crossing his arms across his chest as he glared up at the other man. Tomura’s attention had been honed in on him since breakfast and Izuku had finally had enough of it. "You’ve been staring at me all morning. If you’ve got something to say to me, either say it or leave me alone."
Tomura leered down at Izuku through a half-lidded gaze, crimson eyes glinting in the soft orange lights of the hallway. Paying explicitly close attention to the way their silvery blue soul-cord looped around Izuku's pale throat over and over and over again, all nice, tight, and pretty. Right where Tomura wanted it. Right where it looked the best: wrapped around Izuku’s pale, freckled neck.
Right where it belongs, Tomura thought possessively, his cock twitching in agreement in his pants. The same it had been doing all morning long, causing him to have to constantly readjust his slacks.
The longer Tomura ogled him, the more Izuku’s frown deepened, and Tomura noticed the younger man’s glare taking on a heatedness that caused the green in his eyes to darken, contrasting beautifully against the silvery blue soul-cord wrapped around his neck.
Oh, yes. Tomura could definitely get used to this sight.
"Just admiring my handiwork," Tomura finally said, offering a wolfish grin with far too many teeth.
"Handiwork? What handiwork?" Izuku asked, brow furrowing with suspicion.
Tomura's only answer was a slight quirk of his lips.
Suddenly, Tomura thought of a wonderful idea, and his grin took on such a quality of wickedness that Izuku was immediately put on guard.
It was never a good sign when Tomura smiled like that. If that manic grin was directed at someone else, it meant someone was about to harassed, maimed, or something much worse. If it was directed at Izuku, it meant Tomura was up to something no good and Izuku, willingly or not, was about to find out exactly what that ‘something’ was.
Tomura backed away from Izuku, watching as the distance between them increased the floating length of their soul-cord. Tomura grasped the slack and gently looped it around his hand multiple times until it was almost completely pulled taut.
“What are you doing?” Izuku looked at Tomura like he’d lost his mind, what with his waving his hand around in the air like a lunatic. “Looks like you’ve finally gone completely insan—"
Without warning, Tomura roughly yanked their soul-cord towards himself, like he was yanking a dog backwards on a leash. Izuku found himself being jerked forward by an unseen force, tripping over his own two feet and nearly tumbling to the floor were it not for him crashing straight into Tomura's chest.
Izuku’s eyes widened in shock. Not only from what had just occurred but from the feeling of something warm, ticklish, and wispy stroking the length of his neck as Tomura made strange hand movements in the air.
Bewildered, Izuku ran his fingers over his Adam’s apple and around the back of his neck, where the warming sensations were the strongest. He grabbed at nothing, could feel nothing, only adding to his growing confusion at what the actual hell was going on. Did Shigaraki get a new Quirk?
Tomura hummed, seemingly delighted. He made another quick hand motion, fingers circling around nothing and making to grab at something in the air before pulling it closer.
Izuku felt it again, even stronger than before. A thick, deliciously warm pressure around his neck, not quite cutting off his air supply but toying the line of doing so. He couldn’t stop the flush from entering his cheeks at their sudden, close proximity, nor the shiver that ran down his spine at the feeling of something so snug and… protective closing in around such a vital part of his body.
Izuku bit his bottom lip, chewing at worryingly.
Tomura ate up the sight of Izuku’s nervous arousal with a quiet sort of hunger. With their soul-cord still looped around his hand, Tomura softly, ever so slightly, pulled it just a bit tighter.
Izuku gasped, pretty green eyes growing to such a comically large degree that Tomura could not help but let out a mean laugh at his expense, entertained by the younger man’s reactions.
“You!” Izuku hissed accusingly, snapping out of his stupor and narrowing his eyes into angry little slits, “What the hell did you do to me!?”
Tomura grin grew so wide and predatory it nearly split his face in half. “Maybe if you’re a good boy today and don’t get into any trouble, I’ll come by your room later tonight and tell you all about it.”
At Izuku’s utterly scandalized face, Tomura smirked. He swiftly untangled their soul-cord from his hand right as Izuku forcibly pushed against his chest, propelling himself away and out of Tomura’s grasp.
Izuku grunted from the force of his back thudding against the wall of the hallway. He splayed his hands against it and quickly but cautiously inched himself along the wall away from Tomura, mouth slightly parted as he stared at the other man with an expression that was so distrustful Tomura couldn’t help but let out a huff of amusement, his canines popping out past his cracked lips.
“D-don’t you ever do that to me again!” Izuku managed to stutter out, the words coming out way less confident and threatening than he wanted them to sound.
But god, this unhinged man-child was quite literally driving him up the wall and Izuku wanted no part of anything to do with Shigaraki Tomura.
Izuku took a couple of cautious steps backwards, regarding Tomura like he would a rabid wild animal he didn’t want to turn his back to lest it pounce on him.
Tomura just stared back, crimson eyes gazing at him with an intensity that frightened Izuku more than anything else that had just transpired between them.
Izuku noped out and made a break for it.
Swiftly pivoting on his heel and rounding the corner, Izuku fast-walked down to the end of the hallway towards his room, Tomura’s raspy laughter reverberating off the walls and following him every step of the way until he slammed the door shut.
Twilla's Ever Growing ShigaDeku Fanfiction Recommendation List
Before diving in, please be advised that this list has everything from platonic friendship, soft and fluffy romance, omegaverse fics, problematic or dead dove content, fantasy, scifi, and horror fics, some fem Izuku and fem Shiga, and of course, plenty of smut. I'm open to reading (mostly) anything as long as I think it's well-written and it's something I find interesting or compelling. These fics are just the ones I've found so far, and eventually more will be added.
Please read the warnings on the fics themselves! All of the following recommendations can be found on AO3. I hope you enjoy! 😊
Queerplatonic Friendship
FGAP (Four Games about Pain) by 13thStep
reconcile by whatagoodegg
Cherry Milkshakes by smol_bird
Marks and Ties by GrowingAHead (shelleyk0503)
ShandMan18 by ShotoTodorhoeki
Rebuilt Anew by em_proxy
it's all fun and games till somebody falls in love by orphan_account
The Push And Pull Of Death And Life (But Which Is Worse Depends On Your Perspective) by Otaku6337
Some Degree of Romance
Baby Spice by MidnightTrashGoblin
Logical Ruse by AngeliaDark
Ask me if you dare by Niftyhope
Losing Definition by LittleLady95
Reach for me. by Lubylu1989
Lovers of Lost Dimensions by miss_nighteye (terryh)
A Home Within The Light by MissMidnightsPlace
Lusus Naturae by TenkonoTama
answer me. by supercrunch
To Depend on the Enemy by AMedicalMistake
What the Heart Wants by erza_mikazuki
Sleepwalking (When You're Gone) by ReadingToMusic
Total Simp Behaviour by ReadingToMusic
Mind-melting by ReadingToMusic
Red Ledger by AdoxographicGrim
What Baking Can Do by ACafeofSandandBones
Resthaven by StarsGarters
Don’t give strangers on the internet your name (you might fall in love with them) by IchiroIsCoolGuy
Don’t give strangers on the internet your name (you might want to marry them) by IchiroIsCoolGuy
Dead Dove, Problematic, or Smut
Wicked Ties by A_Single_Cactus (Dub-con)
Push and Pull by A_Single_Cactus (Dub-con)
good boy by a_sentimental_man (Dub-con)
Prince and Pauper by 13thStep (Obsession)
Hatakikomi by 13thStep (Captivity)
Made for me by overwhore (Captivity)
Corrosion by ReadingToMusic (Corruption)
Step It Up by AdoxographicGrim (Step-siblings)
Omegaverse
How to Court a Broken Omega by StarsGarters
Changes by A_Single_Cactus
“Can’t You See That You’re Lost?” by DerpressoResso
It's Called Public Service by AdoxographicGrim (Mild Dub-con)
Dear Agony by miss_nighteye (terryh) (Dub-con)
praying mantis by adipocere (Non-con, probably the darkest fic)
Adventure, Scifi, Fantasy, Horror
What Grows Here by Aravis
The Last Dragon by celebisaur
Castaway by StarsGarters
Between the Devil and the Deep Blue Sea by StarsGarters
Hidden in Plain Sight by A_Single_Cactus
Female Izuku + Male Tomura
According to Persephone by MamaDonovan (Very Dub-con)
Queen of the Underworld by MamaDonovan
Beautiful Disaster by miss_nighteye (terryh)
Female Izuku + Female Tomura
tell me lies, lies, beautiful lies by miss_nighteye (terryh)
i’m yours to keep by miss_nighteye (terryh)
A Familiar Sensation by A_Single_Cactus
Sad or Tragic Ending
and my one true love called me a monster by orphan_account
Nothing Else in the World but One Another by tristeza
Let me know if you have a recommendation to add! 💚💚💚
Yes it's cute but the implications of this make me want to tear Studio Bones apart with my teeth.
They've been using baby Izuku and Tenko in the OPs/EDs for a while to represent Izuku's desire to save that crying little boy at the core of who Tomura is. That makes sense. My problem isn't that tiny Izuku is running to Tomura in this scene but that HE STOPS.
It's not of his own desire to stop. He wants to keep going but he runs out of breath. His childlike unshakable optimism gets him a long way but not far enough to actually save Tomura the way he wanted.
Because YES, this is Tomura's death scene.
The only time we see Tomura look like this at this point in the series is his last conversation with Izuku as he dies and this is showing us outright that while Izuku is going to put absolutely everything into trying to save him, he is going to fall short.
Seems like it's been so long since that scene where Izuku and Tomura exploring each other's life in the vestige. It was one of my most favorite scene for Izuku.
i finished the bases for the gaang keychains finally gshaghh im gonna take two days to rest bc i miss my bf aaand bc i have my learners permit exam on Monday (its Saturday in sardinia so in two days i am not freaking out in the slightest). Wish me luck :')
(whooo wants to see the bases for the keychainssss 👀)
Title: it was your rule in the first place (and i would have done anything you asked)
Rating: Explicit!!
Word Count: 15.4k
Summary: First they fell in bed, then they fell in love, Zukaang best friends post war politicians version.
Some Tags: One shot, Friends to Lovers, aged-up characters, post-canon, future-fic, Aang is 24, Zuko is 28, Gaang Characters make an appearance
Hey zukaang buddies- it's been a while. How's everyone doing? Are we okay? Yeah, me neither. Anyway, here's something that flew out of my fingertips with so much energy it's like I was barely in the room. Please enjoy.
Blurb:
“Never?” Aang asks incredulously, quirking an eyebrow as he tilts his face over the back of the plush red chaise in Zuko’s chambers.
Fresh off a long spring of successful reparation renegotiations in Ba Sing Se, the dynamic political duo, the Avatar and the Firelord, treat themselves to a well-deserved week off. Even if it’s as hot as Agni’s asshole this summer in the Fire Nation, nothing could steal the jittery freedom they’ve been buzzing with after being cooped up in a packed city with virtually no time or space to themselves for months.
“Yeah, never.” Zuko laughs a little, his ankles crossed on his writing desk, while he lazily fans himself.
“Not even in Ba Sing Se? It’s been a while for you and there are so many hot men in that city.” Aang smirks. Then, swishing one hand boisterously through the air he adds, “And you’re the Firelord, one of the hottest, most eligible, powerful men in the world. Find me a man that would say no to you and I’ll give you my entire life’s savings.”
“You’re a monk, Aang. You don’t have any money,” Zuko retorts with a smile.
“You know what I mean!” He grins.
“So you think I’m hot, huh?” Zuko says with an air of conceit- amused and comfortable.
“Come on, Zuko.” Aang flips over onto his elbows to face him with a suspicious smirk. “Stop doing that thing where you pretend like you don’t already know that to get me to shower you with compliments. But, yes, you’re hot. Platonically, of course.”
“I am doing that again, aren’t I?” Zuko shakes his head, lips slightly pursed, “ Agni, it has been a while.” He laughs, hand over his eyes, full of self-deprecation. “So is that where you conveniently disappeared to when all those emergency evening sessions were convened? To call on all the hot men in Ba Sing Se?”
Aang snorts. “Not always.”
"Must be hard for people to say no to the elusive, all-powerful, all-mighty Avatar,” Zuko says playfully, wiggling his brows as he stares at the ceiling.
“Whatever!” Aang waves it away with a laugh, then narrows his eyes amusedly. “Why, are you jealous?”
“Aang.” He says flatly, somewhere between a clear joke and not a joke at all.
“No, come on. Not like that!” Aang says, a wide smile turning into a mockingly serious face. “Jealous that you don’t have as much freedom. Or time. To... explore, I guess?”
“You know I’m jealous of your freedom, asshole.” Zuko crumples up a scrap of parchment and throws it at him. “Rub it in, go ahead.” Zuko laughs as Aang winces at the paper smacking him on the temple.
Shoulders still shaking with amusement, Aang adds, “Well you’ve got some time now. Have you ever been curious?”
Zuko ponders for a moment before admitting, “A little,” with a shrug.
“Well, then, lock the door and come over here,” Aang says, bright and friendly as he always was.
“What?” Zuko half laughs half says, sitting up sharply, hands bracing the chair on either side of his thighs as he pins Aang with a questioning look.
“What, what?” he says, cocking his head to the side, “When was the last time you had a full week of no obligations? Never try, never know.” He says like it’s as simple as 2+2. “Oh come on, Zuko, you’re acting like we haven’t shared a bed a thousand times or seen each other naked a thousand more than that.”
Considering it all, Zuko’s knee bounces up and down, “Yeah, but don’t you think fucking is in a different category?”
Aang shrugs, “I was raised a little differently when it comes to that. To me, it can be but it doesn’t necessarily have to be. If it is for you, it’s no big deal. No pressure.” He waves a hand rolling onto his back and throwing his hands behind his head.
Eyes dancing over Aang watchfully, Zuko chews his bottom lip and thinks. He has been curious, and Aang is right: he doesn’t have as much freedom or time, every detail of his life is planned out for him. When would he find time to go discover if he likes fucking men or not? And with Aang... Aang is his best friend, of course. They do everything together. They’ve done everything together- their professional lives, their personal lives, the lines are so blurred they are nearly nonexistent. They even usually took each other as plus ones to weddings and other official events. Even when they were still dating Katara and Mai. Neither of them ever minded, because it just made sense. They made sense. They always had. They had each other's backs as diplomats, they kept each other's secrets, and they shared nearly everything. After 8 years of that- what's a little fooling around really going to change?
Plus, Zuko could admit, objectively, Aang was hot. Not the scrawny kid he met years ago, Zuko amicably admired how rigidly muscular and surprisingly tall Aang had become as an adult. He watched fondly as Aang had grown up alongside him into a thoughtful, charming, and whip-smart leader. He understood the appeal. And on top of that, Aang was experienced. And, as Aang’s best friend, Zuko knew, with a startling amount of detail, just how experienced he was. He knew Aang would be gentle with him, and like everything else they did together- he knew he’d at least enjoy himself.
Bouncing knee coming to a halt, Zuko says, “Okay.”
“Okay?” Aang face flashes brightly before he furrows his brow and says, “Wait, are you sure?”
Standing, shoulders shaking with the strange comedy of it as he pads to the door, Zuko turns the lock then turns around and says, “Yes, I’m sure. Now come over here and fuck me before I change my mind.”
Aang quirks an eyebrow over pink-tinged cheeks and says low and slow, “Yes, sir.” As he walks toward the bed, he shirks his shoulder to let his sash slump off, bare chest already flushed a soft pink with the summer heat. “Although, for your first time, I wouldn’t suggest bottoming. Learned that the hard way.” He says with a wince before meeting Zuko at the edge of the bed, hands instinctively on his waist in a way that feels somewhere right between very weird and very comfortable. With their faces just a breath away from one another, Aang says, “You should probably fuck me this time.”
“You’re planning on another time?” Zuko jests before throwing his arms over Aang’s shoulders.
“I don’t know, depends on how good it is.” Aang retorts.
Zuko rolls his eyes, then adds, “Okay, one rule.”
“What is it?”
“Don’t kiss me on the mouth,” Zuko says easily, almost laughing because fuck if this whole thing wasn’t hysterical. “I feel like that’s self-explanatory.”
“Works for me,” he confirms like it’s any ordinary thing- like he’s ordering dumplings from a stall in the city. “Any other rules?”
He pulls Aang close, bodies now brushing, and says, “Keep your expectations low?”
"Unfortunately my expectations are already completely unattainable,” Aang teases, untying one knot after the next of Zuko’s tunic as he goes, “I’m expecting demigod Agni-incarnate levels of fucking. I’m expecting to not know up from down and left from right after you rearrange my insides with your Firelord-ly, rumored-to-be-prodigiously-large dick. I’m expecting that when this is over, I won’t remember my own name.”
Rolling his eyes with a scoff, Zuko slides one hand into the place where the fabric of Aang’s trousers rests against the skin of his waist. He tugs hard, crashing Aang’s hips to his. “Will you shut up already?” Zuko says defiantly as he shoves a hand beneath Aang’s waistband.
