#Good Father Enji

[pocketramblr]

Really dark topic, but what do you think would it take for Enji (pre-AM retirement, obviously) to threaten to, or legit kill Rei, mindcontrolling quirks aside?

mind-controlling quirks aside... i don't think he would threaten to kill her. he'd basically never have something to gain from killing her that he couldn't get some other far easier and less risky way. If she was able to prevent him from abusing Shoto, or threatened to take him/all the kids away, Enji could very much threaten divorce, institutionalization, maybe even arrest, but he can stop her from doing that without threatening to kill her.

If Enji were to kill her, which could happen, i don't think it'd be premeditated. But he has hit her before, and Rei isn't exactly going to do great with heat or flame, so if she intervened at the wrong time in the dojo... it's plausible enough i'd accept it as a fic premise.

#thatd have HUGE ramifications tho #not even touching if there's legal reprecussions or not #but Fuyumi? if he *killed* her mother? Shoto? Natsuo? absolutely no forgiveness #and even Enji i think at his worst would be horrified afterwards. even if part of him blames Rei he'd still carry some of it. try to surpas #All Might when he knows he killed his wife? yeah ha no. plus wherever we are with the Touya mess. #(i could even see Touya being like 'hm would i perhaps regain father's favor if i took the blame?' which is another horrible thing #on top of his other kids hating him forever) #like those kids would probably end up with.... the himuras... so thats not great for them either.... #anon #pocket talks to people #be a uh /fascinating/ way to try to do a faster 'be a better person arc' tho #good news: you will end up taking accountability for what youve done and internalize how horrible it was to do. ten years earlier! #bad news: only after i make you do something even worse tho and kill your children's mother and your wife

[problemswithbooks]

So, the Todoroki side plot got thrown in the garbage this chapter...

The less problematic stuff, aka, Geten being a Himura--pointless and just an excuse to explain the ass pull Hori pulls with the actually relevant characters. I think it's a neat that it turns out the Himuras were just as, if not more into Eugenics type shit than Enji. But besides getting a bit more background on Rei's family Geten being a Himura isn't important at all and really didn't need to be included.

As for the rest--it's trash and ultimately could end up with the Todoroki subplot's theme endorsing abuse.

I've seen people defend Touya getting ice as a power up as it proving Enji wrong--proving that Touya was always good enough. Maybe that could have worked if his ice came out only once he was accepted by Enji and at peace, but instead it's the opposite. We are told a Quirk break through happen when people are put in life or death situations. Touya is getting his ice after burning himself into a black skeleton.

Touya getting ice does the following:

Makes Enji right about the Quirk marriage. He and Rei produced a perfect combo first try and later got a second.

Enji was wrong to stop training Touya when he started to burn himself, and instead he should have just dialed up the training and tortured him worse than Shoto because that's what would unlock his ability.

The narrative is essentially saying child abuse is good actually. Again, because Quirks only awaken like this if the person is under extreme duress, if Enji had kept training Touya, but in a way where he didn't burn himself that wouldn't have unlocked his ice. Touya would still be stuck with his handicap and unable to reach his full potential. He wouldn't have become the perfect combo. Enji being non-abusive wouldn't have solved this problem.

The only thing that would have made Touya what Enji wanted is if he'd abused him more physically. If he'd kept training Touya and forced him to burn himself to the bone. Essentially his abuse would be rewarded.

The story is saying that if Enji had just stuck with it, and ignored Touya's physical pain than he would have gotten exactly what he wanted. Yet, instead he stopped the training Touya because it was dangerous for him. He should have spent time in other ways, developed a relationship outside fighting, but that's not the message Hori sends with turn of events.

It also just ruins any growth Touya could have had. He no longer has to see beyond his Quirk. It robs him of realizing that his father should have loved him regardless of his Quirk and more about Enji not seeing him for the perfect boy he always could have been if his father had just set him on fire at four years old. Touya's no longer wrong about anything--his dad should have kept training him, he should have been beat the way Shoto was. If his dad really loved him he would have let Touya burn his skin off.

To me the way Hori has included this power up for Touya ruins the subplot. Whether Hori intended it of not, it's now possible to read it as supporting abuse and self harm. Your kid can't do a thing because they're disabled--keep making them, eventually, once you beat the shit out of them enough they'll be the perfect kid you always wanted. Can't do a thing because you're disabled and it hurts you--keep doing it, even to the point of full body break down because in the end you'll achieve your goal.

It's become "See dad, you should have loved me because I was perfect the entire time!" instead of "it doesn't matter what your kids can do, you should love them anyway".

#bnha 387 #bnha critical #bnha spoilers #bnha #mha #idk this really rubs me the wrong way #and I feel bad because it feels like an over reaction #but it really does seem like it sends a bad message at this point #because Touya's power wouldn't have been unlocked by Enji being a good father #it only would have come out f he'd been abused the same way shoto was #and it makes Touya 100% right about keeping up his self harm #heck it's been pointed out by his fans that his aim is to kill himself right now #and he is going to be rewarded with the thing he always wanted by trying to commit suicide #that's not sending a good message #idk I'm just so disappointed #I wanted Hori to show Enji and Touya for weeks #but now I really hope we focus anywhere else because even if the rest of the fights are boring #they aren't saying child abuse and self harm are good solutions actually #and it's just sad because I know that's not what he wants the take away to be #but he accidentally did it anyway

[helga-grinduil]

Oh did you use to be anti-Endeavor? Or something? And now you like him? Or it’s not that you like him but your excited to finally see him do the right thing?

Yeah, I was heavily anti-Endeavor 1.5-2 years ago. I don't LIKE him now, I think he's a coward and is pathetic (and not in a fun way), but just as you said, I'm excited to finally see him do the right thing.

#also i think exploring not-so-wholesome fucked up and complex parent-child relationships can be. pretty important imo? #i think the moment when it all *finally* clicked for me #and i went 'you know what. the food is fucking good actually' was when i watched dabi's dance in the anime (s6e11) #when endeavor was remembering looking for touya in the burning forest and finding his jaw and still believing for years that he was alive #and i remembered touya in the manga believing his father immediately forgot about him and that his death didn't affect him at all #(when it did. but it made him worse because he felt that if he stopped training shouto it would mean that touya had died for nothing) #the pain is fucking delicious thank you. #bnha #ask tag #todoroki touya #dabi #todoroki enji #endeavor

[ivyines]

Me: *sees Time travel Tag on dabihawks fic* :)

Me: *noticing good parent Enji Todoroki tag on it* >:(

#dabihawks fic #hotwings #dabi x hawks #touya todoroki #keigo takami #dabi #todoroki touya #anti endeavor #That tag isn't something I would want to touch with 8 foot pole #Esspecialy not with Dabi centric time travel fic #like genuinely #how would that even work #Dabi: I will not strive for my fathers attention 😤 #Enji Todoroki suddenly remembering he has more then 1 kid: :O #I do sometimes read his redemption fics or when he is good father but that will not work on time travel with Dabi as mc #It's not his job to fix that idiots mistakes #He's the kid #+ He has his own stuff to sort through #Abusive parents shouldn't be Children job to fix....

[kiritouyadeku96]

you know, I think you Touya and Shouto stans forget that Enji isn't into romance, and is not a romantic man. Given it's literally canon that he and Rei used artifical insemination!

I’m 100% sure that’s a flaming headcanon of yours?! Like what?! Like totally not canon!

#ask answered #also plenty of fathers/husbands are not romantic or into romance and are still good husbands/fathers like what?! where’s the correlation 😩 #what are you trying to get at there?! not into romance? don’t blame him romance movies are boring as shit! #no seriously jokes aside what are you trying to get at there? not into romance? not romantic? #also your telling me that Enji just decided to skip the whole fun part of making babies by grabbing the turkey baster 😂🤣 #this is such a weird ask 😃 to receive at 1am I’m not going to dwell on this lol #bnha spoilers #mha spoilers #bnha #mha #my hero academia #boku no hero academia #enji todoroki #bnha endeavor #mha endeavor #the todoroki family #todofam #todoroki family

[yugiohz]

It’s completely understandable to be frustrated that Horikoshi isn't really focusing on the problems of society and that BNHA is essentially copaganda, but I also don't really get how people looked at the character whose major character progression point was convincing himself that it was his destiny to kill his family and that he's good for nothing but destruction and genuinely thought that the story is going to write him as a revolutionary with valid goals and changes in mind. Systemic change obviously will happen, just not because of Shigaraki reforming it.

I mean yes that’s definitely not who shigaraki is supposed to be LMAO he is nottttt heroic or noble by any means that being said it IS ironic how the good guys keep proving his points the good guys are soooo eager to ignore “personal flaws” as long as society runs smoothly like damn!!!

#when endeavor’s sidekicks said they don’t care about his past they think he’s a good guy NOW #because they only see and know him as a hero #and don’t care about what todoroki enji the father has done to his family #insaneeeee #asks

[erasurecloud]

what I don't get is why you find it hard to agree that Enji could have spent time with Touya and the others on his rare days off? like yeah we get it, as you mentioned, he rarely has days off but he did sometimes get them. so why can't you agree that he could have spent time with the kids then on those rare days off?

Because he was training Shouto. I’m not saying what he did during their upbringings was okay- I’m simply explaining the way I see it.

I think Enji obsessed over training Shouto and trained him so much more intensely than Touya because of Touya’s ‘death’. He blames himself for what happened on Seketo peak and is trying to ‘correct’ his mistakes by pouring all his free time and effort into Shouto to prevent him from suffering the same fate as Touya.

As a result he wound up ignoring Fuyumi & Natsuo, unfortunately. I just think the reason was due to trying to prevent a second tragedy.

#obviously Enji’s tactics haven’t worked out very well #but his intentions are good and come from a place of a loving father #he just has no idea what he’s doing #and he’s deeply traumatized from Touya’s death #ask #anon #answered

[creativesplat]

Hawks because I discovered the @keigotime blog and now I love the Bird man more

#hawks is such a complex character and I had never properly realised until I discovered the keigotime blog and he's such a sad character #and he's so good and brilliantly written and I love him so #below are a tonne of head canons about if hawks got to talk about his situation with enji #I love the hawks endeavour friendship #but also I feel as though if/ when keigo opens up about his family and how he was abused it would really rock enji - he's been the abuser #He's put his own family through what Keigo has been through - he has been keigo's father to his own children #imagine the anger at Kiego's father and guilt at his own evil during that conversation #and Keigo's reaction to that same conversation #he knows Enji used to be an abuser and he still cares about him - they're still friends #so opening up to endeavour about it will be a double edged sword - this deepens their friendship and helps him process #but also he'll be feeling guilty about hurting his friend #and imagine the closure and help enji would be : ' it's not you're fault you didn't abandon them they were wrong and evil and I'm sorry' #and this is coming from not just Keigo's friend but a man who has been in the situation Keigo's father and mother were #a man who knows how abuse works a man who's been on the other side of it and he's saying it's not Keigo's fault and it never was #and can you imagine how that would make this man feel - he's never been given closure or proper help he's been stuck in cycles of abuse his #whole life with his family and the commission and hearing that from Enji #*cries* #the whole todoroki family situation would just help him so much I think #all of them working together to make it work and to atone and to process what they've all been through and done #so hear me out after the todoroki's sort themselves out and after enji has atoned and they've forgiven him and he's sworn he'll be better #Rei should adopt keigo into their family as the cool uncle #I really want to read a fanfic about that now #o my goodness #sorry about so many tags everyone!! #hawks #endeavor #mha #enji todoroki #keigo tamaki #bnha

[willowser]

HMMMMMM interesting to think about arranged marriage with prince shouto...............

i think he wouldn't know. what to expect with you. i think he'd have an idea, as in, what his father, the king, has taught him; the duties of a wife, where your importance ranks in relation to his duties. what he's not meant to discuss with you, like politics and matters at court and foreign relations. how you will speak to him. what to buy in the event that you become...unhappy. a nuisance.

("and she will," enji had muttered, briefly glancing up from the parchment on his desk to fix shouto with a look he didn't understand. "they always do.")

you don't meet until the royal wedding, when you're coming down the long aisle of the grand cathedral, dressed up in a swathe of silk and lace. a thin, gossamer veil hides you from him, but he can feel the ardor in your eyes, the intensity burning through the material. it doesn't seem real until your bare face is only a breath from his own, until he has to see the earnestness in your stare, too.

your kiss is simple and chaste, nothing spectacular, something that leaves his mind as soon as it's over. ever a todoroki, a hundred other things enter his mind, all regarding his now iron-laid obligations: it's vital he meet with advisor keigo to reiterate the plan to establish his authority among the council; general aizawa is in attendance to the wedding, and shouto has not yet received word on his opinion of the new king's ideas to modernize their armed forces; midoriya is somewhere, no doubt wanting to go over state affairs again.

truthfully, shouto doesn't spend long "celebrating". there's already too much that's required of him, hardly enough time to even scarf down a few bites of the banquet laid out before he's being chartered off into discussions on foreign relations and infrastructure development. maybe once or twice does he look back to check on you, chatting pleasantly with his mother and sister at the front of the great hall, and that's satisfying enough.

it's not until much later that he sees you again; freshly bathed and wearing something sheer and long and white, atop his bed.

or his marriage bed, he must remind himself.

enji didn't spend long going over consummation, with him or either of his brothers—natsuo, red-faced and annoyed at the very subject, always storming off, and touya had seemed well-aware of the process, at the time (back before he'd been ex-communicated). it had sounded simple: strip off your dress, get his cock out and into you, and only retreat once he was sure his seed had been spilled.

—so he's not exactly sure what to do or think or how to feel, when you're laid bare and reaching up to hold his face.

it's so startling that he sits back on his knees, to frown where he's looming over you.

you stare at him quietly, like you're expecting him to say something, and he only has a moment to wonder if this is you becoming an unhappy nuisance—what had been the answer, to solve this, anyway?—before you let out a soft laugh.

"c'mere," you tell him, sitting up, too, when he keeps his distance. "i want you to kiss me."

"i already have."

"yes," you laugh again, amusement glowing in your eyes, like the warmth off the fireplace, as you reach for the ties on his trousers. "but you're meant to do it again."

and up until then, he'd felt confident in his achievements, his executions; he'd managed a lot today, in one evening, and he had a lifetime to manage more. it was a good a start as any, he'd thought, but now—

shouto almost can't get the words out when he feels your hands ghosting up the inside of his shirt, nails tickling over his ribs. "a-am i?"

you wrap your arms around his waist in what could be a hug, scooting forward to look up at him with your chin against his chest. "yes," you smile and—it's familiar in a way, how touya would whenever he was teasing. "you're my husband, you're meant to kiss me whenever i want."

that—was not something his father had ever said, he was sure, and it was a too-rare exchange between his own parents. now that he thinks about it—and he does, then, because he's faced with the reality that he doesn't know as much as he should—he's not sure the former king and queen even sleep in the same room, much less the same bed.

much less hug and touch and even smile, the way you do now.

there's no argument he can make against it, aside from finding keigo to find his father to verify the truth to such a statement, and he's only meant to retreat from this bed on one condition.

and if this is what it takes to meet that—then shouto supposes he'll have to do it, for now. he's a brand new king, after all, and it would seem he still has much to learn.

#i just really like the idea of shouto being raised to be like #alright. meet with advisors. council meeting. get married. consummate. find general aizawa. #like it's just another stepping stone #to be married #and you are very much like oh 😊🩷 my husband 😊🩷 #and he's SOOOO thrown by that #that's not how he was taught it would go LOL #and you want to hug and kiss and hold hands 🥺 #if he spends too long in meetings you take the dinner from the royal dining table and march right into that room #to have dinner with your husband god damn it #LOL #and maybe he even asks his mom like 'is this right ???' and she's like #yeah 🥺🥺 it is 🥺🥺 #and then he finds this weird odd unexpected happiness with you that he was never taught to expect 🥺 #✿ thoughts: shouto #✿ willow writes

[l1tw1ck]

Blind Date

bottom!ftm reader x top!step dad (Joel Miller, William Afton, Enji Todoroki, etc.)

AFAB Language Used (cunt, pussy, t-dick)

CW: Jealousy, Quickie, Daddy Kink, Creampie

When your step father found out you were going on a blind date, the anger and jealousy he felt was very obvious. He's very possessive and doesn't like the idea of other people thinking they have a chance with you. You reassured him that you have no intention of going out with whoever you're meeting, you're only going because your friend’s been begging you to go for ages. You couldn't tell them you're in a relationship because then they'd get curious and find out you're dating your step dad. That wouldn't turn out so well so you decided to just go and get it over with.

“I'm going out now.” You go to unlock the door. He presses his crotch up against your ass and grinds into you.

“Not yet, sweetheart.” He pulls your pants down along with your underwear and does the same to himself. He slides his hard cock in between your thighs and slowly thrusts along your cunt. He strokes your t-dick as he softly sucks on your neck.

“Mmh- make it quick-” You moan. He slips his dick inside of you and doesn't waste any time waiting for you to adjust. You told him to make it quick after all. You press your hands against the wall and moan as he pounds into you.

“Don't let him touch you.” He says, voice low and dominant. “I don't want to even imagine his hands on your body.”

“I won't-” You let out a gasp. “I promise, Daddy-”

“Good boy. Wish I could claim you and show everyone who you belong to.” He kisses your cheek. “You know what would make me feel better?” A smirk grows on his face. You hum. “If you let me come inside you.” He slows down.

“I won't have time to clean up.”

“Who said you would clean it up?”

You blush and bite your lip. He wants you to go to the date with his cum inside you. Fuck. “Okay.”

He slams into you a few times before ejaculating, plastering the walls of your pussy with his cum.

You pull up your pants and press a soft kiss to his lips. “I’ll be back as soon as possible.”

#wicks🕯shorts #male reader #ftm reader #trans male reader #transmasc reader #tw stepcest #male reader smut #bottom male reader #sub reader

[frickingnerd]

meeting the todoroki's

pairing: shoto todoroki x gn!reader (+todoroki family)

summary: shoto takes you to a family dinner to make your relationship public, after months of dating in secret...

shoto and you had been dating for quite a while now, yet your relationship was a bit of an open secret. he didn't mind mentioning you to his friends and wasn't shy to tell them he was in a relationship with you, but his family hadn't heard a single word about you yet. they didn't even know you were a friend of shoto's, until you came home with him for dinner one weekend. 

shoto didn't introduce you when he arrived at his house, purposefully refraining from putting a label on his relationship with you. he waited until everyone sat at the dinner table – natsu, fuyumi, enji and shoto and you – until he started to shift towards the topic you two had came here for today. 

"so, y/n and i wanted to tell you all something…"

everyone's eyes were on shoto, hoping that what came next would be good news. god knows this family didn't need any more drama. 

"we've been dating for a while now… i just didn't want to tell you all right away, but i'm ready now…"

shoto was being blunt as ever, holding nothing back. there was a quiet moment in which natsu and fuyumi exchanged glances, before fuyumi was the first one to speak up. 

"i'm really happy for you, shoto. you deserve to be with someone nice and y/n has made a great impression so far! right, dad?"

fuyumi glared at her father, just wanting him to be nice for once and agree with them. enji was still chewing on his food slowly, glaring at you and shoto. it felt like forever until he swallowed and spoke up. 

"right… though you could've mentioned something earlier, shoto! well, as long as a relationship won't distract you from your school work, then i suppose i don't mind…"

that must've been the nicest thing shoto had heard in a while from his father. he was quite glad he was holding back on you. or maybe he just hadn't found anything to criticize yet. 

"are you going to tell mom about it too?"

natsu asked and shifting the topic a little. 

"i plan to. i've already sent her a letter, but whenever they'll let me visit her, i'll bring y/n along!" 

shoto hadn't been very excited about telling his father about your relationship, but he wanted his mother to get to know you! he just had to wait for a chance to get to meet her again…

#shoto x you #shoto todoroki x you #shoto x reader #shoto x yn #shoto x y/n #shoto todoroki x y/n #shoto todoroki x yn #shoto todoroki x reader #shoto todoroki #todoroki x reader #natsu todoroki #enji todoroki x reader #todoroki shouto #fuyumi todoroki #bnha #mha #bnha x reader #mha x reader #my hero academia #my hero academia x reader #boku no hero academia #boku no hero academia x reader #oneshot #drabble #fluff #todoroki family #x reader #secret relationship #dating

[i-cant-sing]

My mind is just coming up with amazing ideas today. I guess that's what happens when u don't study for a week... (this is all happening my academic burnout sm)

I present to you- Yandere Dad Hawks x bird kid reader.

Look Dad Keigo was gonna be a doting father for any kid, biological or not, but there's just something about his bio kid who also HAS HIS QUIRK😭😭😭 Like he can't stop awing at the sight of his little baby bird having tiny tiny red wings like papa.

The ever loving, forever doting, always spoiling his baby, that's the kind of dad Keigo is. I mean, putting his own childhood trauma aside, he still wants you to have the best childhood ever. There are very few things he says no to (only coming second to Dad Dabi who only says no to things that will actively put you in danger. Want ice cream for breakfast? Okay. Want to go to 7/11 with grandpa Enji? Hell no.). Child reader wants an Endeavour hero figure? Of course, darling! Here, take one from daddy's collection 🥰🥰🥰 Dont wanna eat your peas? Sorry, doll. You're gonna have to finish your plate, even if you try to look adorably menacing by fluffing up your wings.

Oh and your wings😭 You know how Rei has a weird thing for your hair (and she definitely gives you a flea bath after you hang out with hawks)? Yeah that's how Keigo is with your wings- obsessed. He takes care of them, cleans them out and even has you sit for hours if that's how long it takes him to groom them. "Its no use swatting me, baby. I'm still not letting you move an inch until I'm done. So, just sit back and relax.🥰" keigo would say as he hands his phone to watch some shows.

I headcanon that Keigo's kid will be sassy and quick as him. The two can bicker for hours, and no ones really sure whether you're just that good at arguments or if Keigo just let's you win because he loves you so much.

I can also see Keigo and reader bonding over their mutual love for pro hero Endeavour (but in very different ways💀)

Dad Keigo adores spending time with you, especially now that you're put in a safehouse with only a handful people he let's you meet. A major part of his life is feeding you. Maybe it's the bird brain, maybe it's his childhood trauma, but Keigo has to cook meals for you and he has to watch you eat them. He's not sure, but it makes him be at peace knowing that you sleep with a tummy full and a warm bed.

I think as far as flying goes, Keigo tells you to only to do it under his supervision. You know how sometimes you forget how ti breathe and then making a concious effort to breathe makes it difficult to do so? That's what Keigo thinks happens. He thinks that if you fly alone, you might suddenly forget how flap your wings or maybe you get tired and then you're just crashing down to the ground. Unfortunately for his weak heart, you don't listen to him and fly as high as you can.

Would Keigo let you go to school? Initially, yes. But it only takes one incident, something even as harmless as a stupid prank call threatening his child (Dabi did the call), and that's enough for him to go hay wire and pull you out of school and move to a new safehouse, cut off from anyone and everyone. When he has to leave, he'd either drop you off at Enji's, OR have someone from the Hero Comminsion come and babysit you.

You can pout and cry and scream at him all you want, he's not changing his mind. You're his baby, his only light, only will to live, he can't risk your life.

His life would only become more complicated if either of you get a love interest. For you, the choices are: Katsuki, Tokoyami, Izuku. For him, the choices are: Dabi, your baby mama, Miruko.

#yandere hawks #yandere keigo x reader #yandere keigo takami #yandere keigo #yandere bnha #bnha headcanons #yandere mha #bnha imagines

[plussizeficchick]

His Favorite Girl | Enji Todoroki x Chubby!Reader feat. Shoto Todoroki

Summary; Shoto Todoroki is mean.

A big, stupid mean jerkface.

Basically, Shoto is acting like an ass and it leaves you feeling bad, luckily, his daddy Enji knows how to treat a girl like you right ;)

(Warnings: age gap(Enji is 46, reader and Shoto are 23)cheating, mean!Shoto, ooc! Enji(he’s literally so sweet) P in V, cunnilingus, squirting)

You honestly don’t know how it got to this point.

It feels as though a second ago, your heart was torn in two. As though you’d never allow yourself to fall in love again, prepared to spend the remainder of your days with a pet cat or two as your sole company.

Now. Now you think you’ve never truly been in love until this point.

Shoto was the first boy that ever truly liked you back. You remember the day that you confessed, you swore that you’d tease him about the cute blush that spread across his face for the rest of your lives and that you’d always be there for each other.

And it was cute, the puppy love, the hot sex in varying public spaces. He wasn’t a bad lover, per se. He wasn’t like other guys your age who couldn’t be asked with making you cum, and while you may have wanted more from him, he was really the only relationship you’d known.

Sometimes though, sometimes he could be real mean.

Maybe it was because his dad took an unusual liking to you, always offering you to stay for dinner, offering an internship at his agency or a recommendation to one of your choosing. He was always so supportive of you, anytime you’d make an achievement he was there.

Great job, sweetheart.

You need anything, honey?

Just wanna take good care of my favorite girl.

Since fucking when did you guys get so close? It grated on Shoto’s nerves. How close you were to his dad. And it bothered him how easy it was for his dad to sing your praises yet it took him years to do the same with Shoto. It didn’t help that anytime he brought you home it was like you spent more time with his father than him. The only time he had you to himself was when he was fucking you loud enough for his father to hear.

Shoto was pissed and if he can’t hurt his dad, then he’ll hurt you.

— —

Enji doesn’t know when it started.

At first, he thought your relationship with his son was good. You both were different, but as they say, opposites attract.

He was turning over a new leaf. He didn’t want to control his son’s love life in the same way his was controlled and he thought you were good for him, you were bubbly and sweet yet you were quick to call him out on his shit when the situation deemed necessary.

He had originally asked you to intern at his agency so that you and Shoto could work together, and after seeing you in action firsthand, he knew he had made the right choice.

So when? When did he just say fuck all and fell in love with you?

If he was honest, he doesn’t know when, maybe he always had been. You were just everything Shoto’s mother wasn’t. You were soft, so fucking soft. A walking temptation. You always wore the skimpiest tops, breasts practically spilling over the top. You wore cute thigh highs that had a little pudge peeking over the top. The tightest fucking sundresses that pressed against the chub of your tummy, hugged the curve of your ass. Whenever you’d greet him, you’d give him a firm, warm squeeze with the words Good to see you again, Enji falling from your plump lips. You always smelled so fucking good.

He wanted you, bad. And the fact that you were so insistent on spending time together under the guise of “bonding” wasn’t working in his favor.

— —

It was a bit difficult to pinpoint when Shoto’s change in behavior started. He’d always been frigid, but recently he’s been downright cold.

He doesn’t offer much aftercare afterwards, not that he knew how to provide much to begin with, but he’d at least hold you afterward.

Now, he just turns over and picks up his phone, leaving you to fend for yourself. And while Shoto hoped that this would deter you from wanting to be around him, it just pushed you further into his father’s arms.

Unbeknownst to him, after your sessions, his dad would be in the kitchen, plate of food and your favorite drink already prepared for you to try. And while you feel embarrassed about what Enji might’ve heard, he never makes you feel uncomfortable around him. You’d even started picturing him while his son was balls deep in your cunt.

— —

It all comes to a head when Shoto leaves after another round. He doesn’t offer much of an explanation and it’s when Enji sees you tear up in front of him that he decides enough is enough.

“Am I not pretty, Enji?” You practically blubber to him. Through your tears you confide in him that a friend of yours saw Shoto cozying up to Momo, one of the more slim-bodied girls at your university. You had noticed Shoto’s interest in her, but he’d assured you that he only had eyes for you.

What a load of shit.

And Enji tells you as much, tells you that you didn’t need Shoto, that you were smart, kind and beautiful, gorgeous even and that he wishes he had met you when he was younger. Maybe then he’d have been married to someone he actually liked.

And he doesn’t realize he’s told you as such until he feels you press a sweet, chaste kiss to his lips. You sniffle, the drying tear tracks trailing down your chubby cheeks only somehow adding to your beauty.

You were too precious. Much too precious for Todoroki men.

Unfortunately for you, it’s a known fact that Todoroki men ruin everything they touch. However, Enji has plans to ruin you in a different way.

— —

You’ve never been with anyone as big as Enji. At a staggering 6’5, almost 300 pounds, the man exuded dominance and you’d be lying if it didn’t have your pussy quaking in anticipation.

While you’ve witnessed him take down enemies in a downright merciless fashion, the way he was taking care of you, pressing soft, wet kisses to your plush body, sucking hickies into the soft skin. The way he takes his time, checking to ensure you’re feeling good has you wondering why you were even upset in the first place.

And when he finally presses his lips to where you need him most, you’re crying at the pleasure. He hums around your nub, flicks his tongue and sucks up your juices like he’s starving. And he is! He’s starved himself of your touch, of you, for too long. If his son doesn’t know what to do with a smart, beautiful, fascinating woman, he’ll just have to show him.

It doesn’t take long before you reach your high, Enji’s name falling off your lips like a prayer as your head falls back against the arm of the couch.

He works you through it, slowly easing a finger followed by another into your wet heat. You gasp at the intrusion, his fingers feeling thicker than Shoto’s cock and the thought has you wondering how huge he must be if he’s stretching you so well with just his fingers. And almost as if he read your mind, Enji reaches down to free himself from the confines of his sweatpants. He didn’t bother wearing a shirt, wanting to feel comfortable in his home and had omitted boxers for the same reason, thus causing his cock to slap up against his abdomen, a bit of pre leaking from the tip.

You could feel yourself salivating and it isn’t until you feel him squeezing at your love handles that you tear your eyes away from the sight. “Soon, sweet girl. Right now, daddy needs to feel you, okay?” He coos against your lips. You peck his lips before spreading your legs a bit wider, inviting the hulking man in.

He lets out a breath, the sight of your sopping cunt enough to push him to edge. But this isn’t about him. It’s about you.

His favorite girl.

He truly doesn’t know when the infatuation with you started and he doesn’t know if it’d ever end, but what he does know is that there’s no going back for him.

He feels you wiggling underneath him, coaxing him to fuck you and it isn’t until he hears you murmur how much you need him, how long you’ve needed him that he finally pushes in.

He’s massive. Truly the biggest you’ve ever had and somehow he’s the softest you’ve ever been with, nuzzling his nose against your chubby cheeks, kissing away your tears and whispering praises of how you're taking him so well, so deep. You're creaming around him, a white ring building at the base of his cock and that just makes him fuck you harder, eager to see his seed spill from your cunt.

You’re both close, so incredibly close you can practically taste the orgasm on the others tongue. It’s when he moans into your mouth for you to please cum for him that you do, a choked sob echoing from your chest that you squirt all over his cock, drenching him in your release.

Your orgasm triggers his and before long his cock is pulsing, his hot seed spilling into your cunt, painting your walls white. He presses wet kisses trailing from your lips to your neck as he fills you up. His knees almost buckle the way you’re milking him and when he’s finally finished, he slowly pulls out, his cum gushing from your abused cunt. It’s while you’re both in the afterglow of your orgasm, pressing sweet kisses against each other that you both hear the door slam shut.

“What the actual fuck are you doing?! Are you serious? My fucking dad?” Shoto exclaims. You’re too busy pressing little kisses against Enji’s biceps to pay him any attention. “Calm now, son. It isn’t her fault-” Enji doesn’t get a chance to explain before Shoto directs his anger towards him. Only when you hear Shoto accuse him of taking advantage of you, do you finally break out of your haze. “He didn’t take advantage of me, Shoto, he showed me everything that YOU can’t do for me. So you can go back to fucking Momo and bitch about your problems to her.” You hiss at him.

Shoto’s stunned and Enji’s impressed. He chances a glance at his son who can only muster a half-hearted glare before stomping away to his room.

The room is silent for a moment as the weight of what’s transpired settles. It’s soon interrupted by the kisses you resume before you were caught and Enji feels a genuine smile creep onto his face. He knows things will probably never be the same between him and his son and while he knows that should trouble him, he can’t bring himself to worry about it right now.

Because Enji has denied himself of something good for too long and if his son doesn’t like it, well, he can just ask for forgiveness later. And even if he doesn’t get it, Enji doesn’t care.

Cause he’ll have you.

His favorite girl.

— —

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Blood of my House Pt1

Kirishima Eijiro x Fem!Reader

Context: Eijiro's plan to claim back his family's throne is put on hold when you appear, as the rightful heir. You get on his nerves but you both need to work together in order to get the usurper off your throne. Lets just hope you both don't fall into the stereotype of your house.

Game of thrones inspired- The Kirishimas are basically the Targeryens. Credit given to George R Martin and the mastermind that he is.

Warning: this story deals with topics of cousin incest and referenced incest ( I don't condone this IRL), violence, taboo lust, blood, fire, time period specific misogyny and dragons. So be prepared. No smut... yet.

“If we advance our forces forward and take them from atop the valley, we can exterminate at least two thousand of their forces.” Bakugou Katsuki spoke as he moved the figures of black painted dragons that represented the Kirishima army. The blond man stood up straight as he motioned to the large map that was on the table that was in the shape of the continent that was the realm. He looked up from the table at the men that were around the table. “That way we can kill all those fuckers before the moon reaches it’s peak.”

Lord Taishiro Toyomitsu looked to the head of the table. His golden eyes on the man who was the centre of their cause. “Your grace.”

Kirishima Eijiro looked up from where he sat at the head of the table. His ruby eyes looking at the man who had unwaveringly and unquestionably joined his cause before looking around the table. Suffocating ruby eyes that gleamed with a fire so hot behind them. He looked back down at the table. He nodded his head. “Let it be done.” He stated as he stood up from his chair. Immediately everyone stood up, allowing him to leave the room with Katsuki following after him.

Eijiro exited out of the room, moving down the hallway, servants and lords bowing their heads to him as he moved towards his personal chambers. The stone walls of the castle were made out of dark black stone that was said to be burnt from an old dragon that melded the rocks together. Eijiro entered his room, placing down the heavy Valyrian steel sword against a table as he fell back down on a cushioned chair. He let out a sigh as he draped a hand over his eyes. Today was a long day of meetings and strategy.

Katsuki chuckled as he stood at the door. “Should I send dinner to your room?” He asked.

“Please.” Eijiro groaned. “And send for a Meyster.” He stated as he rubbed the side of his head. His eyebrows furrowed as he sat up. “I have a headache.”

Katsuki’s eyebrows twitched but he let out a grunt and closed the door.

Now alone, Eijiro put his head back with a sigh, glad to finally be alone. He didn’t think that leading a war against the Todoroki’s would be so difficult but he couldn’t say he wasn’t surprised. He opened his eyes again as he looked back at the view from the mountain top. The Sunvaile manor was built into the mountains with its village surrounding it. Eijiro never thought he’d ever be here in his ancestral home, at least not leading it as Prince and rightful heir to the throne.

Eijiro barely remember his parents, he only knew of the tragedy that befell on their house. It was a great gathering here to celebrate the birth of King Kirishima Ryosuke the second’s second born, a son, after having had his eldest daughter a few years before. It was a tradition that the Kirishima family had whenever a baby was to be born. Having the babe born in their ancestral home where dragons were said to have first been discovered in this world, was said to be good luck. The parties were extravagant and with such a big house with so many members, Eijiro could only remember faces of people that looked so similar to one another.

However Todoroki Enji, Lord of Turnes, had plotted in secret and assassinated nearly every member of the Kirishima family to ensure that there was not a single person to claim the throne. Fortunately, Eijiro’s mother and father, Lord and Lady of Summersvale, managed to hide him away with a loyal sword that would send him far away so that when the time came he would ascend the throne. The last thing Eijiro remembered of his mother, her hair being the deep red of her house Toyomitsu and not the inherit trait of Kirishima black, and the whispered spell she had cast over his hair.

One of the most noticeable features of Kirishima lineage was the inky black hair and ruby eyes, a pair of traits that never separated from one another. Many of his elder siblings, his father, aunts and uncles had the same trait. A dominant gene that never left. However, the next time Eijiro looked at his reflection in cold water while on the run away from Summersvale, his hair was a crimson red, similar to that of his mother.

Unfortunately the loyal sword that had managed to get him out of Summersvale had fallen at the ends of smugglers and Eijiro found himself sold into slavery at the age of five. He was fortunately bought by the Bakugous, the family that led the BakuLands. He was young and was quickly taught the ropes, making sure to do what he was told as a little errand boy in exchange for food and a place to sleep. However, Eijiro always had an interest in the sword, and that’s how he met his best friend and brother at arms, Bakugou Katsuki.

Katsuki was an annoying little shit, but he was loyal and a good friend. He easily befriended Eijiro mostly because Eijiro was the only boy willing to befriend him other than the son of Katsuki’s former wetnurse, Midoriya Izuku, the bastard. Lady Mitsuki rather disliked Eijiro, not liking the fact that her son had made friends with a servant but it was the most she was ever going to get out of him. Eijiro trained beside Katsuki in secret and served him.

That was until Katsuki’s parents had taken Katsuki and consequently Eijiro as Katsuki’s personal servant, to Summersvale. It happened purely by chance that their hunting party had stumbled upon the caves that the dragons nested in. With a flash of fire, Eijiro trying to save Katsuki’s life, Eijiro was left unburnt and unscathed, however, like a phoenix’s burnt wings, his red a flame hair turned black like ashes. And ever since then, the whispers moved around the realm saying how one Kirishima had survived that night.

Prince Kirishima Eijiro.

Or at least, that’s how Eijiro remembered it.

Eijiro wondered what life would had been like did his parents survive, if that fateful night had not happened. He wondered if right now he’d be surrounded by his sisters, if he would be sitting down having dinner in a hall that was filled with laughter and bright smiles. If he would learn under his father to become the next Lord of Summersvale or whether his eldest sister would have taken the title (unlikely but a thought regardless). He wondered if he’d still be the same man as he was now.

He was taken out of his thoughts at the sound of racing footsteps out in the halls. Eijiro’s eyes flicked to the door before it opened. Katsuki stood there with heavy breaths as he kept the door opened standing in the doorway. “Eijiro, you must come and see this.”

Eijiro’s eyebrows furrowed as he stood up from his chair, grabbing his sword as he did so and heading with haste out of his chambers. Katsuki escorted him out of the room and down the hall. “What is the matter? Is it the Todorokis?”

Katsuki shook his head as he headed towards a window that faced the front of the castle. “No. They bare a different banner.”

“Whose?”

Katsuki motioned for Eijiro to look outside. The setting sun had bathed the tops of the mountains in orange but otherwise darkness was quickly overtaking the land. But that did not stop Eijiro from seeing the banners that were being carried by a hoard of men, soldiers that were heading towards them, close enough to be concerning. At the sight of the black banners that bore the red sigil of a dragon curled up with flames surrounding it like the sun, Eijiro stiffened.

Katsuki sighed as he nodded. “They bare your banners.” He stated.

It didn’t take long before both men made it outside, Eijiro grabbing his clock and throwing it over his shoulders, a black furred mantel resting on his shoulders. It was once his fathers and he had always been shy of wearing it, but he prayed that it would give him strength right now. Both Katsuki and him headed down the outside stairs into the courtyard as the gates were opened to allow the visitors through.

Entering on horseback on a white stallion was a man neither Eijiro nor Katsuki thought they would see again. Katsuki’s eyes widened. “Deku?!” He let out surprised. “You bastard! You’re still alive?”

Sitting atop the stallion was a green haired man with freckles that littered his skin, his green eyes looked down at the blond with an amused glint but a deep dangerous poison brewing underneath. He scoffed as he got off of his horse. “I see you haven’t changed, Kacchan.” He stated as he landed on the ground with a thud as he walked over to the two men. Izuku’s eyes went to Eijiro, his eyes assessing him. It had been years since he last saw the other man. He bowed his head. “Your grace.”

“Izuku, it’s been a while.” He let out offering his hand.

At the sign of friendship Izuku took it with a smile of his own. “It has. Last time I saw you, your grace, your hair was red, not black.”

Eijiro chuckled. “A lot has happened.”

“Indeed.”

“Deku,” Katsuki folded his arms over his chest with a frown. “How are you alive and why on earth are you and your forty thousand men baring up Kirishima banners? Have you finally come to help our cause?”

Izuku hesitated before an amused chuckle came from his lips. “I am here to fight a Kirishima cause yes, just not yours.” He revealed before motioning up to the sky. “Hers.”

Eijiro looked up to the sky, clouds seemingly undisturbed however as he kept looking he noticed something strange moving closer, rippling through the clouds. An odd sound went through the air, a loud roar that sounded different from his own dragon. His eyes widened as a large dark dragon came flying in the air over the caslte. The force of the wind, nearly knocking many back but Eijiro stood his ground.

He noticed a person was riding a top of the dragon as it circled around, gradually getting lower to the ground. Finally, the large dragon settled on one of the thick walls of the castle, made to be that thick due to the dragon claws and weight. The large beast let out a loud roar, snaking its head up to the sky almost in victory at being back home. It ruffled its wings before lowering its head to pear down at the men that were staring up at it in fear.

Eijiro’s men had sort of gotten used to his own dragon, Riot, but that was mostly because she was the only one left. Or so they thought.

Sitting perched on the dragons body was a woman, who’s eyes bore into Eijiro’s like a mirror. Something twisted inside of him, wondering who on earth you were. The dragon lowered his head with a scuttle as you unseated yourself, using his wing to slide down and land on your feet. You were dressed in black, in a jacket and suit that suit you well as you walked forward to stand before Eijiro and Katsuki.

Izuku stiffened and bowed his head. “You stand in the presence of Y/N of House Kirishima, first of her name, eldest daughter of King Ryosuke Kirishima, second of his name, rightful heir to the throne, the princess of skies and speaker for the broken, the unscorched lady of the night.” Izuku introduced as you stood looking at Eijiro unwaveringly.

Eijiro blinked at the introduction. He turned to look at Katsuki. Katsuki looked at him then quickly got the jist. “This is Eijiro.” He stated plainly. Eijiro punched his side. “OF House Kirishima.” He continued with a glare at his best friend. He cleared his throat and motioned back to Eijiro. “He’s Lord of Summersvale.”

You raised a slight eyebrow at the short introduction but it was more in amusement than anything. You chuckled as you looked over at the man in front of you. He was undoubtedly a Kirishima male. The long thick black hair that cascaded down his back like a mane and the burning intense ruby eyes that he had were enough to tell you. “Cousin.” You greeted with a smile.

Eijiro’s eyebrow twitched as he recognised you. Despite having spent years apart, the sight of one of his kin was enough to assure him of your identity. Blood could recognise blood. “Cousin.” He acknowledged. At his acknowledgement, Katsuki looked at him shocked, but Eijiro couldn’t didn’t take his eyes off of you.

“It has been far too long.” You started, your eyes moving over his figure once more. Despite seeing him and seeing what was once your little cousin Eijiro, his size surprised you. He had grown to fill the large disposition that was infamous of the men in your family. Large broad shoulders and a tall thick muscled demeanour. He was taller than any man you had ever seen and carried himself with such prowess. “Last time I saw you, you were but a boy still young enough to be attached to your mother’s tits.” You let out snidely, earning a humeroued smirk from Izuku and stifled chuckles from his men.

Eijiro’s eyebrows twitched. “Last time I saw you, you were but a girl who didn’t have any.” He shot back earning some laughs from his own men behind him.

You stood your ground, your smile not faltering as you looked at him. “We have grown.”

“Yes...” His eyes moved down your figure, your stomach tightening in knots as you watched him. His eyes flicked back up to his face. “Yes, we have.” He joined his hands in front of himself as he glared down at you. “What are you doing here Y/N?” He asked with a furrowed gaze.

You let out a breath. “How about we discuss this inside? It is getting late and cold and I’d rather give my men some rest.” You stated.

Eijiro was silent for a moment but nodded his head. Katsuki gave him a pointed look that Eijiro ignored. “Katsuki arrange for her rooms to be ready. We are heading inside.” He ordered as he turned around and headed inside.

You followed after him, motioning for Izuku to tell your men to set up camp for the time being in case you would have to leave the following day. You and the rest of your advisors headed into the castle. You looked up at the formidable entrance, stone dragons perched near the entrance, the size of young dragons barely able to be ridden yet. You turned to look at your own dragon. He was getting herded away by dragon chamberlains, them speaking to the large beast in High Valeryian. You trusted that he would behave himself and so walked in after Eijiro.

Eijiro did not speak as you followed after him. But you didn’t want him to speak as you looked around the castle halls. It had been so long since you had been back home here, back to your ancestral home. A part of you felt as though you could feel your family’s embrace even though shrouded in the darkness of their demise. You saw a family portrait hanging formidably.

Your uncle Takeo and his wife Yua with four little girls surrounding them and a little baby boy in Yua’s arms. You knew it was Eijiro and a part of you wanted to scoff at the little thing. He seemed like such a brat.

You continued to follow him into a room you were never allowed in as a child. A room where all the men of your family sat, often talking plans when it came to governing the seven kingdoms or when it came to the family. Your eyes looked at the table, the map of all the kingdoms set before you. Your fingers slid on the obsidian marble that was the table in front of you. Your eyes moved to the head of the table where your father used to sit.

Eijiro watched you, how you silently reminisced as you slowly walked through the room. It was quiet as you did so, everyone spectating you. Your eyes moved up to him, noticing how he had moved to sit at the Head of the table. You gave him a tense smile as you sat the opposite end. Izuku took his place beside you and Katsuki stood beside Eijiro.

Eijiro’s hands were joined together in front of him as he watched you with a analytical gleam. “I assume that this visit isn’t a familial one amongst kin.” He started, now that everyone whose ears needed to be in the room, were there.

You hummed as you leaned against the chair you sat in. “Indeed.” You nodded your head agreeing with him. “I heard about your cause all the way in Chalrogo. After some thoughts and talks amongst me and my councilmen, it was decided that the best course of action was to find you and join our causes so that I shall take my rightful place on the throne.”

“Your rightful place on the throne?” Eijiro asked with a scoff as he looked at you up and down. A humoured chuckle left his throat as he did so.

Your eyebrows twitched in annoyance as you sat up. “Do you find something humorous?”

Eijiro nodded his head with a smile. “The fact that you think you belong on the throne, is humorous.”

“And why is that?”

“Why?” Eijiro asked with a scoff. He motioned to you before leaning to the side with his hand supporting him. “No woman has ever sat upon the throne.”

You knew he would say that, every man has said that. “I am the eldest born and only child left of King Ryosuke.” You reminded him. “I have a greater right to sit on that throne more than you.”

“Ah, but you forget, cousin.” Eijiro let out with a tsk as he shook his head. “I am the oldest male of the Kirishima House left, which automatically makes me Head of the family and King by default.”

“Your father, swore an oath to his older brother, my father, that he would be loyal and dedicated to our reign.” Your eyebrows furrowed as you kept your eyes on Eijiro. “Your father owes me that vow and you, as his son, are the only one left to uphold that.”

Eijiro frowned at your excuses. He found them pathetic and rather humerous. He couldn’t ignore the matter at hand that was your new found existence in his life, but this all seemed a bit much for him. Katsuki stepped forward. “Excuse me, Y/N-”

“Princess Y/N.” Izuku corrected with a glare.

Katsuki rolled his eyes at Izuku’s interruption. “Yes, yes, your grace,” He said dripping in sarcasm. “But last time I checked, your brother was born and named heir on the night of the Burnout flame.”

You rolled your own eyes. “Oh please. My younger brother had barely lived longer than an hour before his life came to an end due to the usurper that is Todoroki Enji.”

“At least there is one thing we agree on.” Eijiro pointed out. “You want to join our forces.”

You let out a breath, trying to regain control of yourself and a sound mind. You nodded your head. “The blood of our house is stronger together, is it not?” You asked. “I have 45 000 men and fifty ships ready and waiting at my disposal, as well as enough gold to burn.”

Sero Hanta’s eyebrows twitched as he tilted his head. “How much gold?” He asked.

You glanced to Izuku. He nodded as he turned to the door and opened it, allowing two of your armed men to carry in a chest filled with gold. The chest was brought down on the floor with a heavy thud, coins already spilling out of it. Eijiro and his men had wide eyes at the sight of it.

“I have fifty of those.” You revealed bluntly.

Eijiro was silent as he looked from the chest over to you. He wondered what on earth you had been through and what you had done in order to have such power at your back and call.

“Your grace,” Both him and you had turned your heads to look Toyomitsu Taishiro. He looked to Eijiro with an earnest look. “Joining your forces under one banner would give us the advantage. A hundred thousand men strong would be enough to defeat the Todorokis with the right plan.” He acknowledged. Eijiro’s eyebrows furrowed but he listened. He owed this man, his uncle, his life and a lot more. He trusted him. Taishiro turned to look at you. “Besides, your house must be united now more than ever. And forgive me for saying, my princess,” You smiled. “But you look just like your mother. Even now.”

You smiled gently at the complement. You nodded your head in gratitude. “Thank you, Lord Toyomitsu. My house will always be grateful for the loyalty and fealty to us.”

“Yes, my nephew has told me.” He acknowledged as he motioned to Eijiro.

Eijiro frowned as he looked over at you. Here you were, sitting in front of him almost as if you dropped out of the sky. Eijiro was not sure what to do. He let out a grunt. “I think it is obvious that together we are stronger than divided.” You nodded at the obvious. “Then I agree. We will work together to unseat King Enji from the throne.”

“Then who will sit on the throne?” One of your advisors, Lord Aizawa Shota asked as he leaned back in his chair tiredly.

You turned to look at Eijiro and he stared at you right back. You forced a smile to your face. “I think we can determine that like adults, can’t we, Eijiro?” You asked with a smile that Eijiro wanted to pull off of your face.

He nodded curtly. “Of course. But please, we shall show you to your rooms and we can eat dinner together, as one.” You nodded your head as you stood up from opposite him. All of your men stood up and followed you out of the room, followed by a servant that was summoned by Katsuki. Once you finally left Eijiro let out a groan as he leaned back and dragged a hand down his face.

“So…” Kaminari Denki started lowly as he tapped his fingers on the table. “Are we just going to ignore the fact that she looks like every man’s best dream?” He asked openly.

Eijiro glanced at the blond man with a glare which quickly shut Denki up. He wasn’t wrong, you had grown a lot since he had last saw you. You were a woman now. In every shape of the word and it haunted him. Suffocatingly so. You were smart, he could tell by the arsenal you had behind you but you were also beautiful and deeply aware of it too. He could tell by the way every single man in the room was unable to look away from you.

“This could be a trick.” He let out lowly as he thought about every possible scenario.

“If so, she’s a very needed trick.” Sato acknowledged, his arms folded over his chest. “She comes with men, ships and a hefty sum to her name.”

Commander Hounddog nodded his head with a low grunt. “She’s perfect to your cause, your grace.”

“But then comes the real question…” Taishiro started as he adjusted his seating, minding his large belly as he did so. His golden eyes moved to Eijiro and the younger man knew that he was going to say something that would make the entire room uncomfortable. “Are you going to wed her?”

Eijiro let out a loud laugh at the thought. “Wed her?!” He asked motioning to the door. “She’s my cousin!”

“Yes but… It’s kind of what your family does.” Sero let out with an awkward smile. “You’re a Kirishima, she’s a Kirishima, you both have blood that stems from a time of old magic and dragons.”

“It would solidify your claim to the throne.” Tetsutetsu recognized earning hums from around the room.

Eijiro scoffed as he stood up from his chair. “Oh please! That’s appalling. I don’t have to marry her in order to stake my claim. My mother was not a Kirishima and I have the same claim as she does!”

“But that is because your grandfather, King Shinyo first of his name, wanted to cement the ties between our two families.” Taishiro reminded his nephew with a pointed look. “But your grandparents were both from House Kirishima, her parents were both Kirishimas.”

Katsuki nodded with a hum. “Siblings in fact.”

Eijiro glared up at the blond. “You are not helping!” He told his best friend. “If marrying a woman is so important, fine I will do so, but it damn well will not be her! My blood is thick enough to not need her for anything other than her assistance to the throne. By the end of the season cycle, I will be seated as the next king of the realm, whether she likes it or not.”

-Glitch1d

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[itsabouttimex2]

Platonic Yanderes

(Endeavor, Hawks, Best Jeanist)

Enji Todoroki:

His own child, whom he previously spurned.

He regrets it. God, he regrets it so much. The memories seethe inside him like an angry scar, pulsing in pain.

“I made dinner, Dad! I knew you’d be out late, so I stayed up to make sure you had something to eat!” He doesn’t sit down to to eat or say thank you. He grabs the plate from your hands and stomps off to his own room to eat, casting a baleful glare to you as he does. At least you’re good for something, he thinks.

He doesn’t think like that anymore. Do you know that, Y/N? You are worth so much more than he ever let you know.

“Hey, dad. You wanna go out jogging? Fuyumi grew out of her old tracksuit and gave it to me, and I wanted to see if-“

You cut yourself off when he glares at you, a withering look on his face. He stares down at you, a sneer turning the corners his lips. “You wouldn’t be able to keep up with me,” he snaps at you, walking away and slamming the door as he exits.

But you never actually thought you’d be able to keep up. You knew you’d fall behind. You just wanted to spend time with him, didn’t you? He’ll spend as much time with you as he can from now on, Y/N.

“Do you want to train with me? I’d be happy to put up some targets for you!” You smile, tiny bits of ice sparking on your hands. That smile doesn’t reach your eyes anymore, not when you’re talking to Dad. “There’s nothing you can put up that I wouldn’t melt right through. You don’t have the skill.” As expected, he turns on his heel and leaves.

He wonders how long it’s been since the two of you talked. You were there, reaching out a hand to him, trying to get through to his heart. You made offer after offer, and he struck them down without hesitation. Even without a scrap of love of affection, you kept trying to help him become a better person.

“Why didn’t I let you help me?”

He asks himself this question again and again, looking down on you. He always looked down on you, for being weak or sentimental or distracting.

Now he’s doing it in a more literal sense, staring at your feverish form on the bed.

Your severe sickness had been the perfect excuse to squirm back into your life. He comes in with nearly a dozen grocery sacks held in his arms, a steely and determined look in his eyes. Before you have a chance to slam the door in his face (not that you strength to do so right now) he walks into the house, heading straight to the kitchen.

“What are you-“

“Hush. Not a word, Y/N.” He’s dressed in his own expensive and tailor-made version of casual, not that it makes him any less intimidating. He places the bags on your table, and walks directly towards you, his hand moving to cover your forehead. He grimaces.

“You’re burning up, Y/N. Get to bed. Now.”

“You need to-“

He grabs your shoulders and spins you around, marching you to your room, checking the rooms one by one as he walks with you. Once he finds it, he pushes you towards it and pulls back the covers. “Get in.”

You’re frozen stiff, caught off guard by the sudden turn of events, your estranged father busting in with groceries and literally marching you in around your own home, room by room. That pause gives him the chance to push you onto the mattress, tucking the blanket around you. “Good,” he says, sounding satisfied. “I’ll make you something to eat. Don’t move.”

He pulls the top off of a can of microwaveable soup, dumping the contents into a plastic bowl. He had wanted to just buy you something gourmet and professionally made, but Fuyumi had talked him out of it, saying you’d be better off with something simple and easy to eat. That you would be better off with him.

So here he is, a giant man trying his best to not break a tiny spoon as he pushes it to your lips. Now that you’re actually lying down instead of trying to work in your weakened state, your body finally gives out, entirely sapped of the energy you’d need to get up or tell him off for coming in unannounced and uninvited. With nothing else to do and a body that won’t listen to your commands, you let him him feed you.

It’s a tiny step forward, the first of so many to come. And he won’t stop until you call him your father again.

——

Keigo Takami:

A young and innocent member of the League of Villains.

“I really appreciate you stopping by, Mr.

Hawks.”

You slide him a drink, sweet and fizzy and non-alcoholic. You’ve never actually served him anything with alcohol, not even by accident. He refuses to drink it, keeping himself sober and fully focused at all times.

You appreciate it, because it means one less grown man to babysit, one less puddle of vomit to mop, one less fight to break up.

And he appreciates that you don’t ask questions or try to convince him otherwise, because it means that he can do his job much easier.

“Did you make me something new, kiddo?”

“Yeah, I did! Club soda and cherry syrup and whipped cream!”

“Looks delicious, kid.” He takes a sip, and damn, it’s actually pretty good. “And tastes even better than it looks,” he praises, buttering you up in a way that aren’t used to. The other members, the real members of the League aren’t so kind. You’ll get an errant compliment or two, but mostly you gets nods, grunts of approval, and impatient demands for refills.

But Mr. Hawks is relaxed and charming and actually talks to you outside of ordering drinks. It’s easy to trust him.

“Got any news for me, kid?”

Maybe a little too easy, with the way you spill out all the gossip you’ve overheard, bits of information that you would’ve never considered critical or even important. And all the while, he grins and sips his drink, listening very, very close.

You’re betraying your own teammates, and you don’t even know it, he thinks to himself. And why? Because you’re just a good kid, a lonely kid? A sweet and polite kid, in spite of being surrounded by literal killers and remorseless criminals.

More than anything, he feels bad for you.

Especially when he catches you drinking.

You sniffle, a red handprint outlined on your cheek, and bruising from a rough hand encircling your wrist. You tip the shot glass back, trying to take a another sip.

But something soft blocks your lips, soaking up the alcohol before it can enter your mouth. You set the shot glass down, opening your red-rimmed eyes. A feather, hanging midair, separating your lips and the glass.

“You’re still a bit young for that kind of coping, kid. Give it a few more years, and then you can start.”

His voice is soft, and he takes your wrist to turn it over, looking at the outlines left behind by rough, grasping fingers.

“Who was it?”

A flash of something fierce and angry, protective and nurturing. His eyes sharpen and then that sharpness fades, gone in an instant. He switches to laid-back and unaffected in a moment.

“C’mon. Just one word, and I’ll make sure they don’t mess with you again. Can’t have my favorite bartender making my drinks with a bruised hand, after all.”

You give him a name, fighting back tears. You aren’t supposed to cry. You aren’t supposed to break. You need to be strong and useful or you’ll get thrown out, nowhere to go and no one who wants you.

No one who wanted you until you met Hawks, that is. He’s sure you’ll know that soon, when these villains are brought to justice and he takes you into his personal custody, under the guise of rehab.

He hooks an arm around your shoulders and when you lean into his side, starved for warmth and comfort, he slips a feather into your pocket. A sign that he’s there, that you aren’t alone.

You won’t be alone again.

——

Tsunagu Hakamada:

A shy, insecure UA student who performs well at the Sports Festival.

You aren’t the usual kind of student he’d take under his wing. You stumble and stutter and whimper and then you crumble and hide yourself away. You have no self-esteem, no confidence, no sense of personal worth.

But your fighting prowess is impossible to deny or ignore. You might not have any self-worth, but you’ve got enough skill to make up for it.

“Fifth place”, he starts, while combing through your hair, “Is very impressive, especially for the school in question. You went up against skilled and varied opponents, and beat out all but four. Be proud.”

He doesn’t see the need to use Fiber Master on you. One single command of “sit” had you on the stool, holding as still as you could while he fixed your unruly hair, swept and tangled by the wind. You are certainly a well-behaved student, listening closely to his words, blushing at his praise.

“I was scared,” you mumble, in a sudden show of honesty. “I thought I was gonna mess up in front of everyone. With all those cameras. And everyone watching.” He’s won you over quickly, his unshakably calm yet supportive and patient personality providing you with the comfort you need to open up to him.

“And you did not. That is admirable.”

You blush a little deeper. Clearly, you are receptive to praise and positive attention. Building you up as a properly confident student and hero-in-training becomes one of his priorities.

He finds himself enjoying your presence. Something as simple as children running up to you to ask you about the sports festival, asking you to show off your Quirk for them has you looking up to him for approval, for his consent. He gives you a nod, carefully regarding your actions. You do decently with people when someone is behind you with a supporting hand on your back, it seems.

Then it’s teenagers, some classmates, some friends, occasional newfound fans. Every now and then, an outright admirer. Usually, you hide behind him, eyes down, arms wrapped around yourself. He interferes personally on the last ones, politely but firmly rejecting them on your behalf, nudging you along to continue your patrolling. You mumble a thanks, staying close beside him.

For adults, it’s two drunkards who laugh and sneer and shout obscene things about what they’d do to a shy schoolgirl like you if they got the chance. One whips out his phone to take a picture of you, only to drop it in his drink when the cuff of his sleeve tightens around his wrist like a snare. Tsunagu ushers you to a bench, draping his jean jacket around your shoulders gently. “You need not worry. I will be right back.”

He’s a dreadfully powerful man, in terms of both influence and Quirk. In seconds, both men are bound tightly by their own clothes, and in a matter of minutes, police officers are stepping in to take them into custody for sexual harassment.

He clicks his tongue in distaste, watching them get carted off. “Some people simply have no moral fiber.”

The way you look at him right then reminds him of why he became a hero. Not only to save lives, but to instill peace and hope into the hearts of those around him.

And he starts to like being around you. You look to him, not only for safety but for guidance and even for comfort. He offers it to you, watching closely as you fall deeper into the web that he weaves, one where you are safe and secure and utterly oblivious to your own entrapment.

And the longer you stick around, stumbling after him like a newborn fawn, the tighter and thicker those bonds grow. You can’t ever leave him.

But why would you ever want to leave him?

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[torasplanet]

bd!dabi and y/n’s reaction at parent teacher conference when the teacher says kaedes getting picked on

oh a parent teacher conference in general is absolutely chaos no matter what the results are but when it's a conference out of no where...that's different.

dabi immediately assumes that kaede got in trouble and he's a PROUD man "i know he'd turn out like me sooner or later, you're too soft." or something along the lines of that is stuff he'd say on the way but you're just confused because kaede's always been a good child, maybe he's just falling a little behind from his other classmates?

well, you were wrong. when his teacher told you that he was getting picked on, all you could do is sit there shocked and ask them how this even happened but dabi...oh he's already yelling. he's shouting, full-on threatening everyone even people who aren't even in the room "where is this brat!? where are their parents huh!" there is no calming him down now, he's going to keep yelling until he sees this kid's parents and even then he'll keep yelling.

when kaede finally is brought in the room, he has tears in his eyes and spilled milk all over his uniform that was in his arms, he was wearing his spares instead. and it just makes you begin to cry but dabi just gets even more enraged "how long has this even been happening?" he asks the teacher while you picked up your son who muttered to you that he wanted to go home.

"we don't know, we only saw it tod–" how!? they're five, how hard can it be to watch over them?" dabi yells as you run your fingers through kaede's hair, when you see that your boyfriend is getting too upset, you go to him and put your hand on his shoulder which at least draws his attention from his anger for a second.

a sigh leaves his throat "take him to the car." but you refuse "no, you take him." you said putting your child into dabi's arms. he tried to debate with you but ultimately you won, you didn't need him to fight every single person in this school and get kaede kicked out.

"kaede." dabi said and his crying son looked up at him with a quivering bottom lip "don't tell mommy but tonight we're gonna light that little fucker's house on fire." kaede gasped at his father's foul language "no cursing...and violent isn't nice." and dabi only sighed. even in a state of sobbing, kaede still remembered the things you taught him.

"fine...we're just gonna get that little...kid expelled. grandpa is useful after all." dabi said flashing his son a small smile making kaede giggle. dabi HATESSSSS talking to enji but, sometimes he can be useful and this is one of those times. thanks to you for forcing him to keep talking to his family.

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