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With the Strength of My Very Soul

Summary:

“It’s over All Might! You may possess The One Blade but you are still no match for me!” All for One swings his sword, cape billowing in the resulting burst of air that knocks Toshinori back.

He lands harshly, blood at his lips, and grips One For All tightly. “It’s not over yet, Cursed One!”

 

Or: Fantasy Dadmight!

Notes:

GHOST!!!!! I WAS SO EXCITED TO WRITE FOR YOU!!!
I THREW IN AS MANY OF YOUR REQUESTS AS I COULD SO I REALLY HOPE YOU LIKE IT!!!

-coughs-

Ok no more screaming.

This fic was written for the NWA Holiday Exchange and was split up into chapters for the ✨aesthetic✨
Also posting all at once meant I could use cliffhangers without feeling mean 😈

I put way too much thought into the chapter titles (with the exception of one and two of course) so I’m curious if anyone will realize just how deep they are 👀

Now! Enough about me! Huge thank you and shoutout to my secret keepers:
Quisanne! I could not have done this without all the spaghetti we tossed, you helped me plot out this whole thing <3
Griffin! You were so excited for every snippet I threw at you and it really kept me motivated the whole way through! <3
Azure! You waited so patiently for the whole thing to be done and then betaed it so fast I am in awe, you are a rockstar! <3

Without further ado! The fic!

Chapter 1: Prologue

Chapter Text

“It’s over All Might! You may possess The One Blade but you are still no match for me!” All for One swings his sword, cape billowing in the resulting burst of air that knocks Toshinori back.

He lands harshly, blood at his lips, and grips One For All tightly. “It’s not over yet, Cursed One!”

All for One moves to strike again and with great effort Toshinori lifts his sword and counters. The blowback jostles his injuries and he can feel a warm wetness seeping slowly through his chainmail.

Soon.
Just a bit more.

Their blades are locked together, both straining to overcome the other and with an enraged yell All for One smashes his shield into Toshinori’s side.

Blood rushes up his throat, spills over his lips and it’s-

Pain! Pain! Pain!

His stance loosens just enough for All for One to kick him away and he crashes to the ground just past the line in the dirt Gran had drawn for him days ago.

His vision is hazy but Toshinori brings a hand to his mouth and smiles.

“You have lost, oh mighty king! Hand over the sword now and I might be persuaded to spare your precious Knight!”

Toshinori doesn’t even register the threat to Gran as he coughs blood into his bare hand and speaks words of power. “My love for them proven, with my own blood shed, I vow to keep safe, all who call Yuuei home. With the strength of my very soul, you shall not pass!”

He slams his bloody palm down and the boundary line flares gold.