#helflames

[deathing]

     @helflames​ .

              the  silence  was  uncommonly  comfortable,   settling  over  him  like  a  familiar  warmth  that  filled  the  cavernous  emptiness  of  his  hollow  chest.   at  least  just  for  a  while.   like  a  cat  sunning  itself  in  the  afternoon,   he  languidly  stretches  and  catches  an  equally  familiar  gaze  weighing  heavily  on  him.         ❛     stop  starin’  at  me.   freak.     ❜        (   although  it  lacks  the  usual  lash  of  venom     ━━   )

[pruinesce-a2]

"Yumi, breathe please breathe. you're too cold." / kiss kisssss

todoroki family drama  /   unprompted.

fuyumi thinks the world could be ending.

hers certainly is.   today had started as any other      -      she got up.   she made breakfast.   kissed kenta goodbye at the door and went to work.   she’d felt no sense of dread this morning,   even as she noted there was a strange lack of heroes walking the streets.   it had,   as usual,   been entirely mundane.   

she’d been in class when the news came.   her phone buzzed in her pocket, and when she snuck a look,   the name across the screen only left her in confusion.   what was natsuo doing calling her in class?   he knew she was working.   she almost declined the call      -      but a light knock on the door of the classroom stopped her before she could,   and when fuyumi looked up,   her stomach began to churn with unease.   what was the principal doing here?   he’d asked her to stay calm and come with him,   and fuyumi nodded,   still confused as she was.   her phone buzzed again in her hand.

this time,   she answered it.   fuyumi had never heard her brother in such hysterics   ;   she’d never heard natsuo stutter like that.   the news,   he finally gets out.   watch the news.   her heart dropped into her stomach,   fear taking its place      -      fuyumi expected the worst to have happened,   and she had already begun to prepare herself.   was their father injured again?   was shouto’s school under attack once more?   it’s alright,   she said into the phone,   soothing.   it’s gonna be      -

she never got to finished the sentence.   

i am todoroki touya.   the name alone is enough to make her freeze;   it emanates from the room with a purpose,   echoes with a finality.   this has to be some kind of sick joke,   she thinks.   i don’t believe it.   but as she watches this strangely familiar man talk on the tv screen,   hanging in the staff room,   as those cerulean eyes rise to meet the camera,   to reflect her own from across the room,   she knows there is no other reality.   

i am the eldest son of the hero endeavor,   he says,   and she knows this is the truth.   i’ve killed more than 30 innocent people. 

                  i want everyone to know how i came to be such filth.

her ears start to ring.   fuyumi shakes her head and she barely feels her breath leave her,   barely hears the phone in her hand slip from her grip and clatter to the floor.   it’s half - coated in ice.   she takes two steps,   anything to put distance between her and this,   but fuyumi finds herself falling backwards in the middle of the hallway.   she sobs.   it’s broken and small,   so unlike her,   and when her back finally hits the wall,   it’s all she can do to draw her knees to her chest and bury her face into her arms.   she feels dizzy.   her hands are blue.   her lashes stick together with ice and frost cracks and seeps across the tile around her,   climbs its way slowly up the wall,   over the phone dropped to the floor.   

                fuyumi wonders if this is what her mother felt like.   

i'm sorry,   mom,   she  thinks.   i’m sorry.   i’m sorry.  i’m sorry.   it’s a mantra in her head,   calm and quiet.   natsuo’s voice is muffled through the speaker,   still calling out her name.   fuyumi.   fuyumi,   are you there?   fuyumi,   answer me      -     fu      -      yumi      -

yumi,   he says again,   but this time it’s no longer natsuo’s voice.   she whimpers,   and fuyumi is no longer curled up in that hallway;   she is nine years old.   she feels dizzy.   her hands are blue.   her lashes stick together with ice and frost cracks and seeps across the tatami mat around her,   climbs its way slowly up the wall.  

she’s not sure how long she sits in that room before warm hands tug at her wrists.   at first she resists,   hearing nothing but the booming voice of her father in her ears,   fear overtaking her small heart,   but then touya speaks again and she begins to calm.   yumi,   please,   breathe,   he says.   he draws her into his chest and holds her there,   rubs his calloused hands up and down her arm.   you're too cold,   he says,   and she knows he’s right.   she can never bring herself to speak in these moments,   but touya has never minded.   he hold her close anyway,   shushes her short breaths.   tells her that he’d seen the strangest bird in the garden today,   that they should look for it tomorrow.   that natsuo grew again,   and between the two of them,   touya was jealous.   mom’s birthday is soon.   he says.   runs a hand through her hair.   we should do something nice for her.  

he does that,   for a while.   talks.   touya rocks her in his arms,   his chin nestled in her hair,   and just talks.   slowly,   fuyumi does too.   tells him that she’d like that,   that she’d like to try and catch it, some day.   that it wasn’t fair that both of them were taller than her now.   i can bake a cake,   fuyumi says.   

and we can decorate it together,   touya finishes for her.   and we’ll all eat it and tell you that you did a great job,   and we’ll be happy.   just hold out,   fuyumi.   it’ll be happy.   

it seems they never really were.

[wingfierce]

UNPROMPTED !

@helflames​:  "soooo sorry i spoiled everything for you, would've loved to make you wait like everyone else did" he's so considerate <3

     LUCKY ME  ,  he wishes to say  ,  but words fizzle out on his tongue unlike the licking flame upon barren back.   todoroki touya  stands triumphant in his wake  ,  those propane blue eyes a burning mockery.  was that easy to forget him or was it a trained response ?  fuck if he knows.  so much for being a hero  ,  huh  ?   you couldn’t save him or yourself from this.  such is the life of pride  ,  he supposes.  “   ...  touya.   ”   the smoldering bird croaks  ,  a cacophony of things to say barraging an aching skull.  what can you say to a stand-in corpse  ?  all hawks knows is that he deserved to burn  ,  to be a kindle to the fire  ,  but the acknowledgement of this does little to process the information.   “   what the hell happened to you  ?   ”

[icarwing]

      “   i’m in the wrong  and i’ve done it all before.   ”

@helflames​​ sent a 🎁 !

[crtlz-a-a]

"thank you for everything, tomura."

♡     𝐎𝐍𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐊𝐄𝐑𝐒     ,               including   villain   who’s   taken   backseat   to   his   own   body   ,   watching   while   broken   and   beaten   and   suspended   above   everyone   in   beast’s   hand   amidst   fighting   ,   stopped   to   listen   to   dabi’s   exposé   .   fading   in   and   out   of   consciousness   ,   fighting   the   metaphysical   hand   fisting   his   hair   and   yanking   him   around   like   a   ragdoll   . 

               touya   todoroki   .

eyes   shot   open   ,   convulsing   as   he   tries   to   sit   up   and   watch   over   fingertips   of   the   hand   that   cupped   him   .   red   hues   stuck   to   hair   of   white   and   body   that’s   twirling   and   elaborating   his   plans   .   this   can’t   be   the   same   man   he   knew   ,   the   same   man   who’s   couple   of   first   words   to   him   were   :   you   look   creepy   as   hell   .

               COME   DANCE   WITH   YOUR   SON   IN   HELL   .

                                   what     ??     no   .

a   burst   of   energy   sent   his   burnt   body   forward   ,   almost   slipping   under   exhausted   limbs   .   dabi     ??     he’s   planning   to   die     ??     no   .   no   ,   no   ,   no   .   there’s   too   much   to   do   ,   too   much   he’s   got   planned   for   them   .   this   is   just   the   beginning   ,   shigaraki’s   just   gained   control   over   his   quirk   ,   just   got   all   for   one   ,   he   hasn’t   gotten   one   for   all   yet   ,   dabi   hasn’t   witnessed   him   become   the   symbol   of   terror   ,   the   dawn   of   a   new   world   .

     if   he   could   scream   ,   he   would   .

tenko   shimura   ,   touya   todoroki   .   what   a   world   ,   descendants   of   “great   heroes”   being   “partners”   in   crime   /   tomura   would   die   before   he   calls   dabi   his   partner   ,   merely   a   subordinate   under   the   league   ,   the   liberation   front   .   he’s   grumbling   to   himself   ,   fists   balling   as   he   starts   slamming   one   of   them   down   onto   gigantomachia’s   hardened   flesh   in   frustration   .

                         “     DON’T   YOU   DIE   ON   ME   ,   ASSHOLE     !!     ”

his   voice   his   garbled   ,   choked   and   on   the   brink   of   death   ,   forced   out   in   a   command   .   he   slumps   forward   ,   brows   narrowing   .   tomura’s   pissed   ,   frankly   ,   thinking   it’s   from   a   place   of   not   wanting   to   lose   instead   of   admitting   he   harbours   care   for   touya   .   his   concept   of   “care”   is   fucked   ,   he   doesn’t   think   he   can   care   for   anyone   .   even   as   gaze   is   horrified   and   hurt   .   the   blue   eyes   the   flicked   over   to   him   ,   smile   still   crazed   but   voice   something   he   hasn’t   heard   from   him   before   :

                    “     thank   you   for   everything   ,   tomura   .     ”

face   momentarily   dropped   into   confusion   and   disgust   ,   quickly   shifting   as   he   grinds   his   teeth   in   clenched   jaw   .   one   last   time   ,   fist   punches   only   for   it   to   be   weakened   and   half   -   hearted   .   don’t   die   ,   don’t   you   fucking   die   .

“     thank   me   by   living   ,   you   stupid   motherfucker   .     ”               don’t   die   before   my   dream   is   accomplished   .

[rashamonarchive1]

  & .  @helflames​.

“  you don’t look very appetizing. burnt food isn’t appealing to me.  ”

[natsutodoroki]

❛  then ... what is home to you, touya-nii ? ❜  @helflames ♡‘d !

[deathing]

          @helflames​   .

          has  no  idea  how  much  time  has  been  lost,   how  long  it’s  been  since  he  last  looked  up  from  his  phone  after  he’d  decided  to  pointedly  ignore  the  other.   for  what  reason  exactly,   he  couldn’t  quite  recall     /     but  the  lingering  embers  of  anger  still  continued  to  burn  just  below  the  surface,   manifesting  in  bitter  words  :            ❛     silence  suits  you.     ❜